Painters vvorke Roofe Pillars Lampe hath IESVS Kirke GIVE me a Quill pul'd from that Eagles vving VVho soaring in the bosome of his King Saw those deepe secrets which his Books descrie And vve admire but cannot looke so high Oh giue me such a Quill and vvith the same I 'le vvrite vvhat vvorth is in that glorious name VVhich vvith the nevv yeare giu'n the vvounded Boye Did blesse the follovving times vvith hopefull joye Of a release from Sinne from Death from Hell So many blessings in one IESVS dvvell Knovv Muse this Royall name is Oyle shed And o're the vniuersall vvorld outspred Bee Oyle too learne in a'sea to svvimme Aboue thy selfe yea others streatch each limme VVith courage out this glorious titles praise Like Oyle aboue all other titles raise Thy subject is a Sea behold thy selfe In the vast Maine no shallovv feare no shelfe He vvho made all and meanes novv all to saue To shevv his meaning vvill this IESVS haue For his ovvne name and thinkes enough is done To make the vvorld reflect some nevver Sun VVarming our hemisphëre and giuing light Shall driue avvaie vvith graces beames blacke night VVho euer had this name and vvas not high VVhat IESVS euer vvas and did not flie Aboue the common pitche of humane race As if the name did bring a special grace If vvee see IESVS forthvvith vvee shall see Captiued Man from seruitude set free Victorious Tribes tryumphing ouer foes VVith equall lots diuide the landes of those VVhom they haue Conque'rd hetherto hath stood Adjoyning to this name a common good In fairest of-spring happie auntient Nun Bring foorth thy valiant and thrice vvorthy Son Our IESVS figure honor'd vvith his name For IOSVAH and IESVS are the same VVhose holie anger made Apollo staie And baite his firie horses in the vvaie VVho but a IESVS such an act hath done VVho but a IESVS could command the Sun VVho but our IESVS only hath the grace To make the Sun of Iustice keepe his place That vvee not ouertaken by darke nighte Discerne may vvhen and vvhere our foes to smite VVho can the promis'd land out-deale to his But IESVS to vvhom Earth and Heauen is By Father giuen vvho but IESVS shall By stratagem surprise and make to fall Proud Haie of present vvorld the figure right VVhich must be vanquisht not by force but flight IESVS shall teach his Armie Haie to sacke By a strange stratagem of running backe VVhen they lie hid vvithin a Cloister vvall Then Haie by holy fire and svvord shall fall Shall I relate hovv Iericho falls dovvne VVhilest holy Israel about the tovvne Goes in Procession IESVS vvalkes this round And bids the Priests their brazen trumpets sound I should dilate my selfe vpon this feate And largely explicate that povver great VVhich IESVS giues to Priests absoluing vvordes A greater force then haue speares lances svvordes They can and doe vvith their sole voices sound Cast battelments of Iericho to ground VVhat are these vvals these battlements dovvne cast By sacred povvre of Priests forgiuing blast The vvals are sin the bulvvarkes sin sins guilt Hovvses vvhereof proud Hiericho is built But hovvses bulvvarkes vvals yea the vvhole tovvne As Priests doe blovv their trumpets are cast dovvne I should describe cake hovv the seuen-fold foe By IESVS conqu'red doth in myst'rie shevv Our deadly enemies in number seau'n VVhich must bee conquer'd 'fore vve enter heau'n Those kept the Israelites from promist land In our pretences these against vs stand VVhat artes vvhat stratagems doth IESVS vse As hee the vvarlike Chananites subdues To fight against vice rooted in the hart A speciall science is a speciall art VVhich IESVS doth communicate to his By vvhom the promist land obtained is Then to describe the armie of our foe In vvhat disord'red order he doth goe Hovv against him great IESVS soldiers fight Is subject for a holie Muse to vvrite But vvee must leaue it to some happie vvitt Ours is not such or to some time more fit And speake of IESVS vvho the People lead VVhen they from Babilon did homevvards tread And freeing them from proud Assyrias thrall Repair'd the Temple and built Sions VVall For Records count that the infernall King His Troupes against Ierusalem did bring And vvith the Cannon shot of deadly sinne Making a Breach the Cittie entred in Hovv many of the Tovvnesmen left he dead The rest vvith him to Babilon he lead VVhere vvretched soules forgetting natiue house Forgetting Sions God they doe carouse In the VVhores Cuppe and drunke vvith Babell vvine To Babels Idols honours giue diuine The lusts of flesh some doe adore some Gold VVith the Kings Picture fac'de for their God hold Others doe build their Churches in the ayre VVhere they place honors Idol all their care Is to ascend and vvith a bended knee Praie the false God propitious to bee Each Man as once in Salmanazars daies A proper Idol hath and to it praies Our IESVS seeing this vvith holy zeale Of Fathers glorie vvill procure the vveale Of these blinde vvretches hee 'le indure no more VVith Gods dishonour they such Gods adore And first vvith cunning hand of heau'nly might He doth restore the blinde vnto their sight And makes them see their Gods vveare made of stone VVood and like trump'rie in them life had none Inraged vvith themselues their vvrath they vvreake Vpon the Idols and their Puppets breake In peeces this being done they doe conspire To burne the Reliques vvith an Holy fire Of diuine Loue. Then doth our IESVS shevv The vvay to Sion and before them goe VVhere being come and pittying to see Hovv the faire Cittie vvalls destroyed bee The houses ruin'd and the Church cast dovvne Nothing but desolation in the Tovvne He himself vesteth vvith apparrell base And clothed so beginns to vvorke apase Exhorting his to doe in euerie thing As they see him to doe their Prince their King I cannot tell vvhat an effectuall force To moue mens harts is in the virtuous course Of Magistrates each one thinkes it a grace To vvorke vvith IESVS vvith him to be base Cloth'd as their leader is they fall to vvorke And helpe their IESVS to build vp his Kirke My Pegasus is vvearie of his flight VVherefore my Muse for some short space alite And vvhilst the Iade doth rest his lazie bones Let vs contemplate of vvhat VVood vvhat Stones VVhat forme vvhat matter the nevv Church is built VVhat Moyses vvorke it hath hovv it is guilt And first if vvee behold vvith curious Eye VVhat the foundation is vvee shall descrie The same to be a mightie Rocke of Stone So great and of such vveight that God alone Could bring it thither no created might Can moue it thence Gates of eternall might Can do 't no harme no force can make it shrinke But vvho falls on this Rocke shall split and sinke Asking a vvorkman of the name he saith This Rock icleped is Saint
nam'de A bodie of the selfe-same substance framde VVith my claie Carcase haue not I a share As-vvell as he in a Caelestiall ayre This soule vvhich in my house of durt doth dvvell Doth aequall his that it doth not so vvell Performe her functions I my selfe must blame VVho so vvith svveets effeminate the same Had hee as I in Tauerns spent his daies The vvorld had bene noe Eccho of his praise Had he as I bene daily drovvn'de in vvine His statues had no other bene then mine His statues vvhich are objects of my eies His statues vvhich are causes of these cries Let me be good and valiant as hee The vvorld vvill statues consecrate to mee As it hath done to him heere heere shall stand My follies period vvith a drunkards hand I 'le vvrite no more an ignominious booke VVherein the after-times my shame shall looke But vvith Heroike deedes and vveapons dinte My name on front of Athens foes I 'le print There there the vvorld vvhi'lst lasteth the worlds frame In glorious Characters shall read my name You my youths deities I bid adievv I meane no more to sacrifice to you For drunken Bacchus cups I 'le vse the speare For Venus fauours in my helme I 'le vveare Deaths grizly face I 'le goe the vvorld about But I vvill finde a nevv Marathon out Novv is conceiu'd a Salaminian fight So much mooues virtue virtues painted sight The hauty CAIVS CAeSAR cannot sleepe Nay ALEXANDERS statue makes him vveepe Quoth he and sighs at my yeares PHILIPS son Conq'uerd the vvorld and beast vvhat haue I done Shall I at home alvvaies ignobly rest And like a babe sucke milke at my Mam's breast No no as he my Monuments of fame I 'le raise or die in persuite of a name His son the Portratures of vvorthy Knights Sets in his Pallace that their very sights May moue himselfe and the succeeding Kings To the attempting of heroicke things As I behold my IESVS on the Rood VVith armes extended shed his pretious bloud Hovv am I moou'd and vvhen I knovv for me My God vvas nayled thus vpon a tree Doth he not Preach although he make no noyse His only Picture is a Preaching voice The Sermon thus beginnes behold Gods Son Hath so much suff'red and hath so much done For thy soules health that thou shouldst enter in Heau'ns gates and freed be from hell and sin That thou eternally shouldst vvith mee raigne I for thy sins am as a victime slaine This Picture represents vnto thy sight My loue to thee in Golgoth's bloudie fight VVhere although in the battaile I did die Yet made I sin vvith death and hell to flie VVeare thou the spoiles of that tryumphant daie The spoyles are grace and glories Crovvne for aye As I this vvofull spectacle doe vievv VVhat actes must follovv vvhat affects ensue Doe not I IESVS loue vvho shed his bloud To take avvaie the lets vvhich 'gainst mee stòod In my pretension to the promist land And di'de to abrogate that vvriting hand Of Gods decree and should haue had its course Had not great IESVS disannull'd his force Doe I not vveep yes yes not cruell Ievves But my transgressions IESVS did misuse I I vyld vvretch vvith vvickednesse and sin His temples crovvn'd and vvith faults tore his skin As I see IESVS oft faint in the vvaie And CYRENEVS helpe him I thus saie No vvonder that our IESVS cannot goe The vveight of my transgressions load him soe Shall I not sin detest vvhen Gods sole son Sin only to destroie so much hath done And knovv hovv hatefull sin is in Gods eyes VVhen to appease him no Host can suffice No victime make him his dravvne vveapon sheath But his Sons sacrifice and ISAACS death Iulian deface that Portraiture vvhich shee Erects vvhom IESVS from the fluxe set free That so the memorie might alvvaies stand Of benefit receiu'd by IESVS hand At foote against Iconoclasts shall preach An herbes rare virtue vvho vvhen it shall reach To IESVS garments hemme IESVS shall daine VVith virtue of it to cure eu'rie paine Cast dovvne this statue renegate and so In IESVS picture shevv thy selfe his foe And vvhen thou hast it broken in disgrace Erect thine ovvne foule Picture in its place That from heau'n comming dovvne a firie blast May burne thy Portrature and to earth cast Shall vvee haue Iulians in our vvretched age Shevv against IESVS Crucifixe their rage These Pictures vvhich in such fayre order stand Must they be vvith a sacrilegious hand Cast out our Church Shall Gentle-men no more Behold SEBASTIAN shed his manly goare For IESVS cause and vvith the Martyrs sight Be animated manfully to fight For IESVS faith shall they not ALBAN see Beheaded by sterne Emperours decree For hiding in his house 'gainst Kesars lavves Iehouas Priest and making here a pause Incourage thus themselues this is our case Vilde Pursiuants haue IESVS Priests in chase VVe vvill them intertaine and if vvee die VVith vvinges of blest eternitie vvee le flie To highest heau'n and there vvith ALBAN raigne VVho for like cause vvith ALBAN haue bene slaine Had thy great house faire ESTHER bene so good If Leopoldus had not pictur'd stood Telling his Nephevves ti 's a Princes grace To be as high in Sanctitie as place Each virtue in a Monarkes brest must dvvell He must as SAVL the multitude excell By shoulders then the rest he must be higher Carried aloft vvith a Caelestiall fier Take Pictures hence vvhere is the idiots booke Our Faith 's deepe Mysteries therein to looke In Images the vn-taught svvaine shall read That CHRIST for him is borne for him doth bleed Hee shall as he sees IESVS borne so poore Conceiue that pouertie in it hath more Then the vvorld thinkes affection shall him make Loue the svveete babe borne poorely for his sake VVhen Ianus double fac'de the nevv yeare brings Hee shall behold the off'rings of the Kings And learne those Kings vvho offer presents are First fruits of Gentiles guided by a starre If God vvould not haue holy Pictures stand To grace his Church vvhy vvas the cut off hand of Damascene restor'd by MARIES praire VVhose Pictures in his bookes defended are If vvorshipping of Images be nought I 'le taxe thee Angels Empresse vvith a fault VVhy didst thou giue him his hand backe againe VVho Images Relligion did sustaine Can such a one finde fauour in thy sight VVho for Idolatries defence doth vvrite If vvorshipping of Images be ill Heau'ns Queene let me aske thee vvhy dost thou fill The vvorld vvith miracles and no vvhere more Then vvhere thy statues Catholikes adore Had not vouchsafe to ansvveare mightie Queene Aegyptian MARIE thy faire picture seene And praid before it should not her blest soule Haue still remained as a Blacke-more foule From IESVS Mother I 'le goe to her son And humbly aske of him vvhat he hath done As he the Messenger made backe to beare His holy picture to Edessas Pere As he
vvhistle led astraye Through vn-couth paths to Hell vvent the next vvay To see our ruine grieuing at the hart VVith Fathers leaue he plai'd the Shepheards part Inuenting a proportion'd meanes to gaine The vvandring sheepe and bring him backe againe Hee cloths himselfe vvith shape vvith flesh vvith skin VVith all of Man excepting only sin And in this forme conuersing 'mongst the rest Hee teacheth them vvhat feeding place is best Sometimes in Vallies and lovv Dales he goes As hovv vvee should our selues despise he shoes Auerring vvho to Sion mount vvill clyme Must gaze in these lovv pastures for a time Of Gelboe hils he bids his sheepe take heede There is no faftie on those Cliffs to feed The fruitfull shevvres the Devv of heau'nly grace Neuer refresh that miserable place There vve see SAVL on his ovvne svvord to die VVhilst he the Philistaean blades vvould flie The Hils vvith murdred VVarriors are fil'd Thy valiant there ô Israel are kil'd VVhat are these Mountaines vvhere such vvorthies di'de But eleuated hils of humaine pride VVits vvho doe lift themselues aboue the rest And euer judge their ovvne opinion best Such vvicked Arrius vvas and after him Pelagius of the Diuell each a limb Vrsacius Valens and the gelded sorte VVho doe frequent Constantius thy Court. To IESVS all injurious IESVS grace Pelagius doth denie the Eunuchs race Auer that God no more then they haue done In generation of his only Son And Gods Son follovving Natures vvonted lavves In his eternall being hath a cause These and all Heretikes in Gelboe hils Haue fallne on their ovvne swords I meane their quils Some times our Lambe on top of Thabor feedes The flocke instructing by Heroycke deeds Of diuine Counsails t is best there to graze From vvhence tovvard heau'nly Sion they may gaze Then he inform's them of his Royall birth The reason vvhy he came vpon the earth Hovv doth he make Celestiall Spirits mount VVhen hee the Eight Beatitudes doth count Beginning thus the Kingdome of high heau'n To those vvho are in spirit poore is geu'n You aske vvho are spiritually poore VVho looking on their nothing doe not soare VVith feath'red vvings of pride but knovving vvell That their offences haue deserued Hell They suffer injuries that so his vvrath They may appease vvhom sin offended hath This pouertie had Israels forlorne King VVhen rayling Simei at him stones did fling Hee doth reflect as his rebellious son Against him vvarrs vvhat he before had done To good VRIAS and accepts this rod As a deseru'd affliction sent from God Marke hovv our Lambe doth earths possession giue To those vvho on the earth doe meekely liue O're their ovvne passions their command is great I' th land of others harts they haue a seate Theirs is the land of euerlasting blisse The vvhich alone land of the liuing is If poore haue heau'n if meeke on earth doe dvvell VVhat place is for the angrie left but Hell To Stygian pit vvherefore doth Thubal goe Let holy man by God inspired shovv Because he had no Target to vvard blovves But svvordes and Launces to offend his foes IESVS vvho doest our hands vvith vveapons arme VVhen heaped injuries sound the alarme VVhen vve shall suffer opprobries vvhen wronge Bestovv on vs that armour of the strong Firme patience vvho fight couer'd vvith this shield Alvvaies returne victorious out the field VVhat vvas thy life but a continuall paine A lasting labour to bring backe againe The vvandring sheepe and put him in such place VVhere holsome pastures are streames flovvvvith grace VVhom did'st not thou instruct to vvhom not Preach◠VVhom virtue not by thy example teach VVhen any vvith the rot infected vvare VVith vvhat loue didst thou cure them vvith vvhat care Herafter Pastors thou doest teach to rule Making thy life of eu'ry grace a Schoole Thou bidst them oft remember Ioathans tale Hovv vvhen supremacy vvas set to sale The Figge the Vine the Oliue vvould not buye VVith their ovvne detriment a place so highe Only the Thorne accepteth to be great Thornes vvillingly doe sit in vpper seate VVho follovv thee must choose the lovver end Vntill thy heau'nly Father bid ascend Thou shevvst vvherein a Prelats place consists Not in good fare or doing vvhat he lists Not to haue complacence in being first Rather to judge himselfe therefore the vvorst Not making the poore sheepe to carry much VVhen hee vvith his least finger vvill not touch The burthen others beare nay the right vvaie To gouerne is vvhen Prelates doe then saie Therefore still thou doest to thy precepts joyne This Rule my seruants actions be like mine Hee is a Monster in vvhose mouth doth stand A tongue in greatnesse vvhich exceeds his hand Hovv many such our Basan Pastures shovve Hovv many such in vpper places goe Of God and virtue they doe largely talke But haue no hands to vvorke no feete to vvalke After thy CROSSE such carry on their backe A Pastors title but the virtue lacke VVho are in seate of supreame honour plac't Must keepe themselues from a cold Northren blast Icleped pride this had his birth on high And euer since contendeth vp to flie VVhat industrie vvhat labours doest thou spend In gaining Iudas as if the vvhole end Of thy conuersing in the vvorld had bin To make this vvretch forsake his haunt of sin And vvhat revvard as Priests shall him out tell Poore thirtie pence he vvill his Maister sell And can a Lambe for such a price be sold More vvorth then Iasons sheepe vvith fleece of gold VVhen at this rate the Butchers had thee bought They presently vnto the shambles brought VVhere vvith thy death though they did meane to end Thy vvisdome did beyond their malice tend Then thou didst thinke vpon this mystique board Hovv vvith thy sacred flesh it should be stor'd Making theit furies vvho did thirst thy bloud The instruments of our eternall good And alt'ring the old rites of Pascall sheepe Ordain'st that vvee a better Easter Keepe The hautie Pharisies full little thinke They make a vvine shall be soule-sauing drinke For hated Gentiles little doe they dreame From IESVS vaines can flovv so rich a streame Doe you thinke Scribes vvho sit on MOYSES Chaire That vvhen in high Priests house you joyned are Your consultation is hovv you shall dresse For Christian banquet a Caelestiall Messe Speake sacred Muse hovv this great Myst'rie came That our foes dresse for vs our Paschall Lambe The cruell Knife that cut our IESVS throate In PILATES Hall vvas the base vulgars note As they the Heau'ns astonish vvith their crie Let Barrabas alone let IESVS die I finde quoth PILATE of his death noe cause They ansvveare let him dye our vvils are lavves Bring vvater from this crime I le vvash me free His bloud on vs and on our Children bee Yee Impious levves this vvas the sharpe edg'de Knife VVhich did depriue meeke IESVS of his life VVhen TITVS shall your Cittie vvals cast