you sluggards from your slumber rise Frame boltes on Virtues Anuil in such vvise As may befitt Ioue from Olympus Hill To fling and vvith them Tellus of-spring kill Novv you make vvooden daggers leaden svvords VVhilst your life is not ansvv'ring to your vvords The bullets vvhich you shoote are made of claie VVhilst you your selues performe not vvhat you saie Nor are they temp'red vvith that heau'nly heate VVhich in sole Sion hath his proper seate And to one house alone by gift of heau'n In daies long since of Pentecost vvas geu'n Thence vvith Prometheus fetch this diuine flame From priuate spirit such fire neuer came Tesiphone or some more Hellish Ghoast Giues them vvilde fire vvho of this spirit boast God promist he vvould Fisher men prouide VVho should in PETERS boat each time and tide VVith Nets and Angles in fresh streames and brookes In the salt sea in armes in creekes in crookes A Fishing goe mens soules the fishes bee Of these at once PETER caught fiftie three God promist he vvould likevvise huntesmen giue VVho should the hills the vales vvhere beasts doe liue The Rockes the holes yea eu'ry vncouth nooke To finde their game vvith great industrie looke Are you these Fishermen then knovv much fish Is in VVest Indies PETER could not vvish Genesareth more plenteous thether goe And make those Pagans IESVS beliefe knovv There 's game enough in eu'ry streame each brooke You may take Fish either vvith net or hooke Are you these huntsmen then goe seeke your game In Mogor Iaua you shall finde the same Doe vvee beleeue amisse then to vs come Tell vs of CHRISTS faith vvhat is the true summe Doe you feare death tush that is nothing knovv That IESVS faith by Martyrdomes must grovv Oh burnt your soules vvith Charities true zeale You vvould dilate your IESVS common vveale You 'de not expect game should fall in your mouth But you vvould goe to East VVest North and South As huntsmen after soules and eu'ry vvhere To IESVS holy seruice Churches reare But am I frantique as I persvvade those Of the same Cittie to be mutuall foes Schisme errour paganisme together dvvell They all are Cittizen of the same Hell Those Kingdomes ruinated soone vve see VVhere ciuil enmities and factions bee VVherefore that long hels common vvealth may stand You vvill not budge a foote out of your land Let those vvho vvill to farthest Indies goe You vvarmely sleepe and meane to keepe you soe So did your Ancestors and t' is a sin For you nevv fangled customes to begin Tell me in histories can it be shovvne That sects to IESVS Chutch haue brought a stone O had you heau'nly fire vvithin your brest Surely it vvould not there confined rest T'vvould make you leaue base earth and mount on high And vvith zeales vvings to distant regions flie There to communicate this heaunly flame And burne all harts vvith loue of IESVS name So did this aemulatour of great PAVLE Flie vvith seraphique vvings 'bout the vvorlds ball And in each land his IESVS tropheis raise Teaching all nations to sing IESVS praise So before him many a zealous son Of Bennet Francis Dominick haue done Men for such actions fit of single liues Not cumbered vvith clokebags called VViues In this faire building not the meanest hand Hast thou deare youth vvho by the CROSSE didst stand At IESVS death and lou'd aboue all other VVeart there Created Son of IESVS Mother VVhen vvee see IESVS Church vvith gold so shine VVee le saie th'Embroid'ry vvorke vvas chiefly thine To loue thou doest the harts of mortalls moue Thy Edicts commaund nothing els but loue In life loue is thy song at hovvre of death VVith a loue song thou yeeldest vp thy breath VVith Charitie thou guildest eu'ry stone In golden vvordes persvvading eu'ry one To plaie a IESVS in the louing art And thinke each neighbour must be as thou vvert Chiefely belou'd each man a IESVS bee And loue his brother as CHRIST loued thee Heere vvee behold a troupe of English men VVho vvith their labours and industrious Pen Build IESVS Church so BONIFACIVS taught Germans our Faith and to Christs Temple brought And vvee vvill VVILLEBRORD vvho first of all Made Frisons Christians their Apostle call Both appertaining to Cassinos Mount VVhose Catalogue such numberlesse can count Cassinos Mount a second horse of Troie Bringing foorth vvorthies Hels tovvne to destroie Cassineos Mount a Trojan horse vvhere dvvel Heroes vvho sacke not Ilion but Hell Saint BENNET vvas the Chiron vvho first taught And these Pelides to perfection brought Mongst these IOHN LIDGAT stands of speciall note Crovvnd vvith greene baies cloth'd vvith the same coate As I see him vvith others our Church build I am vvith joye and admiration fild I vvill approach the Man and of him aske Hovv he came thether vvho gaue him a taske Being a Poet full of vvandring fires To vvorke amongst these venerable fires For I fond man made hetherto a count That Poets vvent not past the forked Mount But since they climbe vp Sions sacred Hill I care not much if I make verses still O yes quoth LIDGATE for though novv a daies The Crovvne of glorie and Apolloes baies So seldome meet vvhilst Poets suite their times After the vvanton humour of the times Yet former ages often-times haue seene Our Christian Prophets deckt vvith Lavvrel greene Ascend Olympus Mount vvhere their chast laies Revvarded are vvith glories glitt'ring raies And Poets brovves vvith Lavvrels Crovvned are King DAVID Poets Phoebus hath this care So is Sidonius Crovvnd Prudence vvho vvrit Things vvorthy of Apollo full of vvitt Prosper Sedulius vvho the nine haue taught VVhen they sing hymnes to blush as Maidens ought Leauing this vvorthy Man and thousand more Of the same Coate vvhom time makes vs passe o're VVee come to Rochester vvho lost his head For not allovving HENRIES lavvlesse bed Arts treasurie chiefe darling of the nine Historian Poet Oratour Diuine Linguist Philosopher Statesman to King Best husband Father vvhat not eu'ry thing If thou art graue vvee see a Cato sit If merry flovves the Quintessence of vvit Renovvned MORE Collegue in FISHERS Crovvne VVhom no aduersity no HARRIES Frovvne Can make approue vvhat IESVS thinkes not good VVhose Church thou buildest as thou shedst thy bloud Graue POLE her child vvhom true Relligions sake A MARGARITE in IESVS Church doth make VVhom doth not BRISTOL vvith his vvritings moue VVho doth not REIGNOLDS for his braue vvit loue Industrious HARPSFEILD vvhose laborious Quill Doth vvith Church Records our Musaeum fill VVhat SANDERS merits in this building be By his conspicuous Monarchie vve see And shall vvee forget STAPILTON vvho goes Arm'd Capapea against IESVS foes Hovv doth he rouse the Boare out of his den And strike him dead vvith a vvell-guided Pen VVee must beleue vvhen vvee his vvritings read Saint HIEROME vvhilest hee liued vvas not dead And thou my Londons CAMPION vvho at once To our Foundation bringest thy ten stones Neuer dost
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
then the rest VVhat e're your people are be you the best But it may be a Patron of thy name Allures thee rather Fraunce shall giue the same CHARLES surnam'd great for his renovvned facts Thou hast his name haue thou his stile his Acts. Let vs behold thee vvith thy conq'uring bands Reuoke to IESVS faith reuolting landes VVith the fift CHARLES Achilles of our daies Beyond Alcides Pillars Tropheies raise Plus vltra be thy motto thy armes tend And vvhere the vvorld there let thy Empire end Bee euermore victorious euer great Euer obedient to Saint PETERS seate May Romaine Prelate make our England glad As to thy Lyons hee shall Eagles ad And vvith high titles thy braue house aduance As he hath done to Charlemaine of Fraunce Loose Matchiauels and Atheists you mistake Rome vseth to giue Realmes and Kesars make Not to abuse the povv'r of triple Crovvne By foule injustice casting Princes dovvne By Romes authoritie Otho the great In Germanie did fixe the Empires seate Henrie Aniou Plantaginet his childe By ADRIANS gift is Lord of Ireland stild'e Thy royall Ancestors vvhat better name Then Faiths defender haue vvho gaue the same The Cath'like title vvhat a splendor brings To the stil Conquering Hesperian Kings So Capets race of Christian stile more brags Then of the Lilies in their royall flags Faiths champion Christian Catholike these three Most glorious titles be combind'e in thee Besides my vvishes O that I could giue Then thou there should no greater Monarke liue Momus found fault and I vvould take his part VVeart not against my God that each mans hart Had not a vvindovve that the vvorld might see VVhat realties therein inuolued bee Then the slie hypocrite durst not speake faire VVhen from smooth vvords his thoughts dissenting are Your Courtly Gallant durst not your hands kisse VVhen in his hart all rancour lodged is False Iudas durst not to his Maister bovv VVith apish complements protest svveare vovv Heape on him blessings vvish a vvorld of good VVhen in his purse the price is of his blood Heere I could vvish my breast vvere made of glasse That so thy Royall sight great Prince might passe Into my soule and see that I vvould doe As I doe vvish had I a povv'r thereto But IESVS loue I hope hath made me poore And hauing vvished I can doe no more BESELEEL Virgins carues of Iu'rie bone Of such King SALOMON did make his throne An Eliphant then vvhich no beast doth liue More temperate more vvise his tooth doth giue If in Elections vvisdome hath chiefe place By Virgins choise vvee 'le censure of their grace They need not enuie PHAROES daughters lot VVho for their Spouse Gods vvisest Son haue got VVho can sufficiently describe hovv chast These are vvho as terrestiall Angels pla'st In our lovve Heau'n through contemplation see All things in Earth contemptible to be In God they doe behold as in a glasse Hovv all delights doe like a shadovv passe Shadovvs leaue nought behind th' are black th' are fowle Pleasures of flesh hovv blacke make they the sovvle They in one instant end in one begin Behind them nothing leaue but guilt of sin And tell me vvhat is sin nothing at all VVhat e're is extant in the ample Ball Of this large vvorld God made and God vvas glad That by his making hand it being had Only thou misbegotten Monster sin As Bastards vse to doe cam'st stealing in Ashamed of thy birth God neuer put Least finger to thy being Hell vvas shut Thou vvert the Key to open it Day-light Thy birth did turne into eternall night Curst be thy birth-daie neuer it appeare Nor be it reco'nd 'mongst daies of the yeare Like Atreus feasts doe thou Apollo scarre Abhorring thee let him turne backe his Carre Thy hate make Titan hide himselfe and staie T'vvixt Thetis armes more then his vvonted daie Be thou expected and as thou dost fayle Of them be cursed vvho doe chase the VVhale Let Starres that daie borrovv no light of Sun And the sad Moone forget her course to run The vniuerse be on that blacke daie sad That thou vve'rt borne let only Hell be glad O that our Curses vvhich on thee doe lite Could turne thee to a sempiternall night VVee vvill be angrie vvith thee vvretched EVE The mother of this Childe thou did'st conciue The Monstrous Bastard Satan vvas his fire But yee adult'rous couple doe conspire And vvith such slights contriue the matter that ADAM must Father the mis-gotten brat Fond vvoman God made thee of the Mans bone To helpe him that he should not be alone This vvas your end and you performe it vvell You helpe him but in vvhat to goe to Hell No sooner vveare you made but you must vvalke To recreat your selfe and enter talke VVith Satan vvhen your bellies full of chat You cast your eyes novv on this fruit novv that The Diuell by the vvan dring of your eye That your teeth vvater presently doth spie And vvith much kindnes doth an Apple pare Praies you to taste it and to giue a share To your Good-man for so good manners vvill It vvill suffice yea both to eat your fill O foolish Man VVhat dost thou meane that bit Hath many poysons many Hels in it Trust not the lookes although it please the Eye Millions of Miseries in it doe lye Trust not thy Palate though it doe tast vvell It vvill not be digested but in Hell Hee scarse doth eat it vvhen infernall Gates VVith violence flye open iron grates Of Hell are burst anxieties cares feares Sorrovv vvith all her vveeping Children teares Suspition jealousie lavvles desire Vnbridled lust pretentions to aspire Fond joyes sad discontent at present state Auersion from good anger enuie hate Darknesse of mind peruersitie of vvill And vvhat in both can be suspected ill These Monsters vvith their pale Commander Death Kept hetherto as Prisoners beneath And neuer should haue seene the light of Sun Hearing vvhat Man against his God hath done Scorne longer to obey grimme Plutoes Lavves But they vvill forth and vindicate Gods cause VVhat hauock amongst Rebels doe they make Hovv many soules send dovvne to stygian lake By the effects judge ADAM of thy fault These mischiefes are the purchase thou hast bought Corruption is the house the land large vvoes In vvhich though vvith teares vvat'red no good grovves At hovver of death making thy latest vvill Thou vs bequeth'st this legacie of ill And for Executor Satan doest trust VVho though a Banckrupt yet in this is just And takes such care that joyntlie vvith our breath VVee doe receaue thy legacie of death Hence doe proceed if vvee reuolue out fate The vvoes vvhich follovv Mans accursed state Hence those afflictions that attend our vvaies Those sad Catastroph's of our vvretched daies Hence that vnequall share of joyes and paine A drop of pleasure but of vvoe a maine O hadst thou lou'd God more EVE not so vvell Thou vvould'st haue
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