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
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
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
〈◊〉 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.
plac'te If Vincent Menas of the true Church bee Like cause like virtue rings that so is shee The holy Fathers vvho had vvitt at vvill And vvith a Pen made of an Eagles Quill Diuinely vvrit for IESVS common vveale To Martyrs next ring in this sorte a peale VVhere Doctors teach of admirable vvitt In eu'ry science deepely learned yet As vvas their Maister IESVS humble knovv There IESVS dvvels into that Temple goe VVee of our Fathers mysteries did learne And vvhen vvee vvould faiths Articles discerne For feare of our great Maister to be shent Like Children vvee vnto our Mother vvent And although vvee ' boue other men did soare Yet did vvee listen to the Churches lore Knovving that truth vvas promist vnto it But priuate men may erre for all their vvitt Yea these vvise men in vvrangling fashion chime And make complaints against some of our time VVho pulling them from heau'n vvhere they do dvvel Rancke them vvith Heretikes condem'd in hell Saying that they did teach the same vvith those To vvhose opinions they vvere alvvaies foes Saint IEROME yet is full of holy Gall And vvho saie so he Heretikes doth call Haue I quoth he so labourd vvith my Quill To fence a Cittie built vpon a Hill Haue I so many Virgins taught to tread The Counsailes path and to perfection lead And must I novv bee reccond'e amongst svvine VVho nothing holy haue nothing Diuine VVho more then I against Iouinian vvritt And must I novv'mongst his Disciples sit By mee just honours vveare to Reliques giu'n And doe I novv contemne the same in heaun Saint Austen vvonders men can so much straine His Orthodoxal sentences and faine That hee vvhil'st in our Region hee did dvvell Held such opinions vvhich hee hates as hell VVhat Church I vvas of quoth hee vvho vvill knovv Vnto the Rule vvritt by mee lett him goe In that I counsailes of perfection giue And teach a life vvhich I my selfe did liue This as to Greate Norbertus I appeare Antvverpes Apostle in my handes I beare And promise that my rule obserued vvell His Canons shall secure from feare of Hell VVhen IESVS shall to stricter iudgment come And as they haue deseru'de giue soules their dome Noe lesse then fifty holy Orders stand Obseruant of this rule vvritt by my hand Daily fresh vvreaths adorne my glories crovvne As I behold from high heau'n looking dovvne My English Daughters keepe vvith holy care Those statutes vvhich by mee ordained vveare They piously obserue vvhat I haue vvritt For Nuns and solitarie liuers fitt These Virgins neuer call this or that mine But alvvaies vse this phrase vvhat 's mine is thine As longe agoe in the Apostles time VVhen Christian feruour vvas in cheifest prime From Mothers knovvledge the least thing to hide They thinke a trespas for vvhich Achan d'ide Each Virgin IESVS for her husband hath To vvhome shee keepes infallibly her faith Betvvixt Greate IESVS and each holy Nun As shee is vested fiances are done The Matrimoniall knot is t'ide vvhen shee Vovveth obedient chast and poore to bee Heau'n is the chamber vvheare in ioyful blisse This holy marriage consummated is Then their superiors they doe knovv noe vvill For they abjured haue their ovvne as ill They Angels vvings haue vvhen they should obey And forthvvith flie if Mother once doe saie At midnight they for sometime leaue their Cell And come to Church cald thether by a Bell VVhere they doe pray vvhilst vvorldly people sleepe And Vigils vvith the vvatching Angels keepe VVhen flesh against the spirit entreth field VVith prai'rs and fasting they make the flesh yeeld They oft are guests at that Caelestiall board VVhich IESVS hath vvith his ovvne bodie stord There are they strengthened vvith heau'nly grace Their ghostly enemies avvay to chase If the least spot contaminate their soule Confession doth expiate vvhat is foule I taught these Maides to treade the milken path Their Church is mine as theirs so vvas my faith Shall vve discend from heau'n to our earths frame From earth to hell and demaund of the same VVhat tune it rings vvhat battailes haue bene fought Tvvixt light and darkenesse betvvixt good and naught Ievves Pagans Turkes our Region lovv Hell And all the Damned ghoasts vvho therein dvvell Shall ring that they 'gainst that Church spit their splene VVhich in my verses is described seene Gainst PETERS seate against the Church of Rome Did Heresie in battaile arraie come Great Behemoth that Monstrous oxe did dreame To svvallovv vp delightfull Iordans streame But PETER cunning Fisher-man vvith hooke Out of the sea Leuiathan hath tooke Chiefely by PETERS heau'nly guided arme Ievves Pagans heretikes haue receiud harme Still PETER doth in his successor fight And triumph ouer gates of horrid night Therefore of Stygian feindes the hate is great VVhich they to PETER beare and PETERS seate But IESVS doth make e'un Tipheus pride To shovv this Church so hated is his bride Thus God Christ MARIE Angels Saints Earth Hell Ioyntly concurre to make our Church a Bell. It remaines only novv vvee should declare Of this faire building vvho the vvorkemen are The chiefest Architect vvho guides them all And giues directions hovv they labour shall Is IESVS selfe he did deuise the frame And learnes the Craftes-men hovv to vvorke the same Best vvorkemaister for hee vvhen ends the daie VVith glories penie doth the vvorkemen paie Novv you must knovv there dvvels in IESVS hart The fulnesse of each science and each art VVith great election he his choise doth make And of a multitude some fevv stones take And those of vvhich he meanes his Church to build He vseth curiouslie vvith loue to guild And by the vvay obserue there can be none Fit for the building but a fowresquare stone A figure richly gracd ' no fortunes frovvne No Crosse no miserie can cast it dovvne And therefore NOAH fouresquare vvood did take Thereof his all-containing Arke to make And Sions Cittie as no Hellish storme Can it annoy is built in this same forme In eu'ry stone he doth foure virtues carue Assisting man least hee from reason svvarue Hee maketh temp'rance sit in pleasures vvaine Curbing the sensuall Iades vvith a strong raine Teaching amidst a vvorld of sugred svveetes To take no more then vvhat vvith reason meetes Next Fortitude vvhom dangers cannot quaile Nor vnexpected casualties make pale This virtue of meane men createth Kings VVhilest it excites them to attempt great things Iustice vvhose faire integritie is knovvne In dealing out to eu'ry man is ovvne Shee holds a ballaunce vvhich is alvvaies true And vveighs to God our selfe our friend vvhat 's due He lastly prudence carues of the foure best As being sole directrix of the rest This Ladie rides by Fortitude her side And tels her as t is follie and rash pride In deaths occasions vvilfully to run So is it crauen covvardise to shun All dangers vvhere renovvne and lasting fame May purchast be though pale death buy