thy repast Repose my Babe on mee So may thy moother and thy nurs Thy cradle also bee Sing lullaby my litle boy Sing lullaby my liues ioy I grieue that duty doth not woork All what my wishing would Because I would not bee to thee But in the best I should Sing lullaby my litle boy Sing lullaby my liues ioy Yet as I am and as I may I mâ—st and â—â—lbe thyne Though all to 〈◊〉 â—ot thy self Voutâ—afâ—â—g to be myne Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. My vits my woords my deeds my thoughts And els what is in mee I rather wil not wish to vse If not in seruing thee Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. My babe my blis my chyld my choyce My frute my flower and bud My Iesus and my only ioy The somme of all my good Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. My sweetnesse and the sweetest moste That heauen could earth deliuer Soule of my loue spirit of my lyf Abyde with mee for euer Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Liue stil with mee and bee my loue And death wil mee refraine Vnlesse thow let mee dy with thee To liue with the againe Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Leaue now to waile thow lucklesse wight That wrough'st thy races woe Redresse is found and foiled is Thy frute-aluring foe Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Thy frute of death from Paradise Made thee exyled mourne My frute of lyf to Paradise Makes ioyful thy returne Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Grow vp good frute bee nowrisht by These fountaines two of mee That only flow with maidens milk The only meat for thee Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. The earth is now a heau'n become And this base bower of myne A princely pallas vnto mee My Sonne doth make to shyne Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. His sight giues cleerenesse to my sight VVhen waking I him see And sleeping his myld countenance Giues â—auour vnto mee Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. VVhen I him in myne armes embrace I feel my harte imbraced Eu'n by the inward grace of his VVhich hee in mee hath placed Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. And when I kis his louing lips Then his sweet smelling breath Doth yeild a sauor to my soule That feedes loue hope and faith Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. The shepheards left their keeping sheep For ioy to see my lambe How may I more reioyce to see My self to bee the dam. Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Three Kinges their treasures hether brought Of incense myrh and gold The heauens treasure and the King That here they might behold Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. One sorte an Angel did direct A star did guyde the other And all the fairest sonne to see That euer had a mother Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. This sight I see this chyld I haue This infant I embrace O endlesse comfort of the earth And heau'ns eternal grace Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Thee sanctitie her self doth serue Thee goodnesse doth attend Thee blessednesse doth wait vpon And vertues all comend Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Great Kinges and Prophets wished haue To see that I possesse Yet wish I neuer thee to see If not in thankfulnesse Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. Let heauen and earth saintes men Assistance giue to mee That all their moste occurring ayd Augment my thankes to thee Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. And let th' ensuing blessed race Thow wilt succeeding raise Ioyne all their praises vnto myne To multiply thy praise Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. And take my seruice wel in woorth And Iosephs heere with mee VVho of my husband beares the name Thy seruant for to bee Sing lullaby c. Sing lullaby c. A REPREHENSION OF THE REPREHENDING of our ladies praise FY foule contempt of self-defyling breath That dar'st disgorge gainst so great puritie The poisson issued from defect of faith To serue to witnes thy impietie VVhence can it come but from infernal hatâ— That earth-bred wretches are become to brag As Gods owne mothers glorie to abate To call and compt her but a saffron bag Or that a â—il the subiect vnto sin Dare equalize her self as good as shee In whome no thought impure hath euer bin Or least of purenesse-want might euer bee No Saint or Angel euer taught them this For heauen did her entytle ful of grace And her conception of the king of blis Her high regard comends to eu'ry race Her self of her owne praise was prophetesse And of the races that should it conserue Needes must they then her euer-praise professe That loue and law enuyteth to obserue The honor to a mother such as shee To such a sonne must argue greater loue VVhich may not vnto him offensiue bee In whome kynde loue can it no lesse approoue But hatred of her laud may neuer grow Of zeale that loue vnto her sonne may raise Nor can the chyld his loue on such bestow As kindle hatred at the mothers praise He which is mighty her hath magnifyde Let faithful then her euer magnify VVhyle the vnfaithful in conceit abyde Of doing wel her praises to deny And let performance of her woorthy praise Of her praise-yeilding race remaine the signe That so the blame that for it others raise Become the marck of their dissenting lyne And let contempt of her with such abyde As pay in hel the tribute of their pryde THE TRIVMPHE OF feminyne Saintes THe trump of fame soundes foorth the factes Of wel-deseruing wights And kinges with honor do reward The seruice of their knights Of such therefore I ceas to sing My song of such to frame VVhose meed restes in no princes power Nor praise in earthly fame And of the sexe of woman kynde Though not of those of yore VVith seared brests against their foes That warlyke armour wore But such as armed were with faith Against soul-killing euil And did in combat ouercome The flesh the world and deuil And for thy loue o Iesu Christe And glorie of thy name That found no woes to bee endur'd But did endure thesame Their faith did bring them to endure Endurance blis did bring In blis they now do sing to thee Now here of them I sing Vnheard it was in earth before Vnsounded foorth by â—ame Vnknowne that ere in silly sexe Such resolution came Til wil and vertue did conioyne In choise of chiefest good And grace gaue ayd faith gain'd force And nothing it withstood As Teela first example giues VVhome fyre could not annoy And beares and lions left vnhurt Each other to destroy Fierce rigour woorking rigours ruth No hurt the hurtlesse fynde Yet shee a martres is estem'd That martred was in mynde Euphemia throwne to sauage beastes By men
Leonilla of that lore And setled Secundâ—â—a Sebastiana whome saint Paule Did bring to Christe his loue And Reparata dead whose ghoste Ascended lyke a doue Faire Flora and Maria both And Flaâ—ia Doâ—itilla Good Dula and Demetria Gaudentia and Lucilla VVith Alexandra six besyde For Christe their blood haue spent And Ciriaca and fyâ—e more VVith bodies rac'd and rent VVith other martyresses twelue Theodosia went to heauen Eu'n as at Sâ—â—irna for that cause Dy'd holy virgins seauen Six that were called Candâ—da Gaue beauty to that name More fairer far then â—t self â—ound Doth signify the same Some maried were and some were maydes Their suffrance sundry wayes There cause all one their only king Did all to glorie raise Seauen of the name of Iulia Did one of them ensue VVhereby eight martirs glorious crownes To this one name is due And of the name Iustina fyue As of Pelagia were Of Martiana there were three VVhose count Valerâ—â— beare Of this most glorious troop and ranck Of martrid woomen-kynde I shal not nede to recon morâ— Thoughe many more I fynd For euen as these rehearsed here There crosse with Christ sustayn'd So did the rest and all with Christ Al glory haue obtayn'd In sundry regions of the earth Ful many more besyde For faith for vow for zeal to Christâ— Ful gloriously haue dyde Chaste VVâ—â—nâ—frid did feele of death The bloody stroke and sting As Dympâ—a of her father did A pagan Irish King VVith soule and body vndefyld In endlesse lyf to raigne Good Vrsula and all her troop Endured to be slaine And Câ—rdula that hid her self Her lyf thereby to saue Came foorth and yeilded vnto death Her lyf thereby to haue To bring the number in accompâ— Vnable is my skil Of all such glorious martirs names And their endured il But in the Lambe his booke of lyf No one omitted is Nor no one wo that they sustaynd Vnrecompenst in bliâ— No more then their formenterâ— misse Their iust reward in hel For each inflicted grief and smart VVherewith they them did quel Exyl'd those wretches are from heaueâ— And odious dead in earth Yet in helles horror neuer dy Though euer feeling death Meane whyle the chosen saintes of God In heauen euer liue And euer glorie vnto him In all reioysing giue Al clad in whyte for puritie Each with a golden crowne And bearing palmes of victory As enseignes of renowne No eye hath seene no eare hath heard No hart of man conceaued No sight no sound no thought of ioy As now they haue receaued All griefes are now extinguished All sorrowes haue â—n end No teares can fall from weeping eyes Nor sighes from hart ascend O gâ—orioâ—â— troop whose praise the heau'ns VVith melodie refouâ—◠〈◊〉 Accept that wee as câ—coes here Yeild noise vnto the sound And when for your true followed faith VVee any wo sustaine Our constant suffrance of the same Voutsafe of God obtayne Deo gratiae A RESEMBLANCE OF MARTYRS BEfore the craggy flint Meetes with the hardned steel It seemes not to conteyne The vertue it conteynes But when it doth the stroke Of swift encountring feel Eu'n then the force appeers That hid in it remaines Right so resolued myndes Through wicked fortunes wheel Encountring with misâ—ap And feeling bitter paynes Make fyre of sacred Ioue From ardent zeal proceed VVhich mounting vp to heau'n Doth all the Starres exceed TE DEVM LAVDAMVS OR The song of S. Ambrose S. Augustyne TO thee O God wee praises giue VVee thee our Lord confesse Eternal father all the earth Adores thy woorthynesse The Angels heau'ns heau'nly powers Yeild praises all to thee The Cherubinnes and Scraphinnes Sound out incessantly O holy holy holy Lord. O God of Sabaoth Thy glorious maiesty repleates The earth and heauen both To thee the quyre so glorious Of thy Apostles all To thee the number woorthy-praise Of prophets cry and cal The army of thy martirs bright Thy praises do expresse Thy holy Church through-out the earth Doth thee o Lord confesse Father of endlesse Maiestie Thy only Sonne withal Together with the Holy Ghost Comforter of vs all Thow King of glorie arte O Christe And ere the earth begonne Thow of thy father did'st remaine His euer beeing Sonne Thy willingnesse man to releas Made thee in earth to come And for that cause not to abhor Thy maiden-mothers woombe And when the sting of cruel death By the was vanuisht quyght Thow opned'st then thee realme of blis To each belieuing wight In glorie of the father thow Do'st sit at Gods right hand VVee hold thee for the iudge by whome Our causes must bee skand VVee humbly therefore thee desyre Voutsafe thy seruants ayd Of whome with thy moste pretious blood The ransomes thow ha'st paid O make that wee rewarded bee VVith thy deer saintes in blis Eu'n with thy glory and thy grace VVhich euer during is Thy people and thyne heritage O Lord saue and defend And gouerne them and stil their praise In altitude extend And from offending thee by sin This day do thow vs saue And mercy haue on vs O Lord Lord on vs mercy haue And as our trust in thee hath bene Such let thy mercy bee Confounded let mee not become That hoped haue in thee HOVV GOD IN ALL AGES hath bin serued with Sacrifise Sacrificium sub lege Naturae WHen God created man and rule vnto him gaue Of creatures all on earth and eu'ry earthly thing And knowlege of his God did in his hart engraue Subiection so to know vnto his soueraigne King Then for to know and yeild what homage hee would haue Nature by her instinckt vnto his mynde did bring And Sacrifise it was and well accepted than Thus mannes adoring God with sacrifise began Sacrificium sub lege Moyses VVHen froÌ„ the how 's of thralle through ayd of heau'uly might Gods people were led foorth by Moysis then their guyd For this new freedome found it rested that of right God with augmented thankes must now bee gratifyde And him to honor more in more then wonted plight Old Sacrifise was now with new rytes beautifyde So for more good receau'd more gratitude did rise Which still to God was don in doing sacrifise Sacrificium sub lege Euangelica VVHen Gods dere Sonne from heau'n did vnto earth desced Lost loue of God againe for mannes release to win Himself in sacrifise blood-sacrifise did end When his high prised blood did satisfy for sin But since Gods seruice must on sacrifise depend He chang'd not took away what faith did first begin And did ordaine himself in Sacramental wise To bee to God for man a soueraigne sacrifise SAINT PEETERS COMFORT EV'n there where sin my silly soule defyld Shame bad mee hy and seeke to hyde my face Foule face of myne that that faire face behild And could my so wel knowing it out face And make himself eu'n whome I did deny True witnes vnto my fals periury I scarsly was gon foorth out of the halle VVhen sorrow straight
To free from thrall to make affliction ceasse The more may Sion now sound foorth his fame Ierusalem his praises may proclame VVhere in his Churche his people do accord And whereas kings are subiects to their Lord. VVho may o Lord thy datelesse dayes relate That of all ages ouerpasse the date It 's thow to vs haest put apointed space O stop not me ere half I run my race The world and welkin first by thee were made Thow heauens sphere thow earths foundation laid Thow shalt endure they shal consumed bee Thow madest tyme tyme hath no force on thee Thease elements by alteration strange Shal changed bee and so remaine in change But thow o Lord that woorkes all at thy wil VVa'st earst the same the same remayning stil Vousafe o Lord there ofspring to preserue That thee in feare and faith and loue do serue And in thy wayes directed to remaine A lasting lyf in lasting blisse to gaine Vnto the Father Sonne and holy Ghoste All praise and glory be ascrybed moste As herefore before the world begun And as it now and euer shal be donne AMEN In imitation of the sixt penitential Psal Beginning De profundis clamaui ad te Domine Psal 129. EV'n from the depth of woes VVherein my soule remaines To thee in supreame blis O Lord that highest raignes I do both call and cry T' is deep hart-sorrowes force That moues me thus to waile T' is pittie Lord in thee Must make it to auaile Thyne eares therfore aply If stricktly thow o Lord Obserued haest my sinne Alas what shal I do VVhat case then am I in If rigour thow extend But wel o Lord I know Sweet mercy dwelles with thee And with thy iustice then It must expected bee And I therefore attend My soule doth wait on thee Thy grace confirmes my trust My warrant is thy woord Thow keepest promis iust Keep me o Lord secure Let thy afflicted flock Comfort in thee retaine From dauning day to night From night to day againe Let stil their hope endure There is with our good God Much mercie stil in store Redemption doth remaine VVith him for euer more Aboundant is his grace His people he affects He wil not leaue destrest The thralled he wil free VVith ease of their vnrest And all their faultes deface All glory be therefore O Father vnto thee And so vnto the Sonne The lyke great glory bee And to the holy Ghoste Such as it wonted was Before the world began Such as now yet it is And euer shal remaine Aboue all glorie moste AMEN In imitatiō of the seauenth penitētial Psal Beginning Domine exaudi orationem meam Psalm 142. VOutsafe admit thy gratious eares VVith myld regard for to attend The prayers that a playning hart VVith sorowing sighes to thee doth send And let thereto o louing Lord Thy iustice and thy truthe accord In rigour of thy righteous doome O do not skan thy seruants cause For there is none on earth alyue Through faultlesse lyf free'd from thy lawes Then how may I in sinful plight Seeme iust in thy all-seeing sight The freind of sin the foe of soules Down to the earth my soule hath brought VVhich to the heauen should aspyre Since from the heauen it was wrought O raise it vp againe to blis From earth and all that earthly is Amids the darck mis-led am I VVhere lack of light sinnes view denies I hue a lyf more lyke to death VVhyle dead from grace my body lies And whereas care through secret smart Sends anguysh to afflict my hart But I o Lord recall to mynde VVhat thow hast donne in tyme before And how thy iustice hath bene great But how thy mercy hath bene more Thus hope of help stil comfort giues VVhile mercy stil with iustice liues My stretched hands to thee display The ensignes of my yeilding hart My soule as earth that water wants Of vertues frute can beare no parte I faint send soone relief of raine Least els vnfruteful I remaine Thy face of pittie not of wrath Turne not o louing Lord from mee And let not Lord my owne misdeedes Haue lasting force to anger thee For so might I compare my case To theirs that furthest fal from grace But since my hope is firme in thee Let me betymes thy mercy haue The way of helth make knowne to mee My feete from erring paths to saue Only to thee my soule retyres Only thy mercy it desyres O free mee from my sinful foes To thee I fly to be secure Teach me the lesson of thy wil And let me put it wel in vre Thow art my God and God of all That for thy ayd and comfort call Thow wilt voutsafe to mee o Lord Thy holy spryt to bee my goyd My faith and hope in thee is sutch And sutch it euer shal abyde Reuyue thow wilt mee for thy name Goodnes in thee requyres thesame So that at last by thee o God My soule from bale to blis bee brought And that in mercy thow sub◅ert All those my soules destruction sought And force of foes destroy'd may bee And I made safe for seruing thee All glory bee to thee o God The Father of eternal might And to the Sonne and holy Ghoste Three in an vndeuyded plight As now it is and was of yore And shal endure for euermore AMEN EXTRACTS OF THE SIBYLLAES PROPHESIES OF CHRISTE Sibylla Persica THow serpent fraught with craft and crueltie Shalt by a mightier strength bee troden low And on base earth the high God borne shal bee And from a maid the branch of blis shal grow And that true woord vnseene before of all Shal now be seene and shal be felt withall Sibylla Libyca IN obscure darcknes light shal glistring shyne The Synagogs straight bands vnbound shal bee The king of lyf be seene of mortal eyen And in a maidens lap shal nowrisht bee And high aboue the gentils hee shal raigne And shal in mercie his estate maintaine Sibylla Delphica ATtend o earth thy soueraigne Lord to see And know thy God which is Gods only sonne Chyld of the highest and moste high is hee VVhose beeing by no earthly wight begun Hee shal the great expexted prophet bee Of woorthy greatnesse and great dignitie Sibylla Cumea AMaid excelling all in sainctitie And whose cleere beauty shal the starres exceed Of Chyld in future tyme conceau'd shal be And of the rarest sacred blood and seed And from the heauens the sweet dew downe shal fal Into her brests to nowrish him withal Sibylla Erithrea IN later age high God wil him abase And vnto low estate himself inclyne Mixing his nature with our humaine race His Godheid to our manheid to combyne And lo the litle lamb in strawy bed Shal of a maid be nowrished and fed Sibylla Samia O Fond Iudea why do'st thow neglect The certaine knowlege of thy very God Thy happy dayes why do'st thow so reiect O why do'st thow prepare for him a rod VVith thorny crowne his head why do'st thow presse