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The complaint of Paules, to all Christian soules: or an humble supplication, to our good King and nation, for her newe reparation. Written by Henrie Farley. Amore, veritate, & reuerentia
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Farley, Henry.
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growne poore and will be rich no more Or are the gold and siluer Ages past And now an iron Age left at the last Then woe is mee my hopes are fond and vaine I neuer looke to be repair'd againe When first I was by Ethelbert beganne No helpe was wanting could be found in man The Labre'r would beginne at worke to sweate Before he did desire to drinke or eate All workemen striued for to shewe their skill Not so much for their gaine as in good will Whether by taske or working by the day Not one that would a minute spend in play Nor would they sleight their workes as now men doe But wrought with Art and expedition too One free dayes worke in euery weeke I knowe They would on me most willingly bestowe What should I say If I should goe about To reckon all particulars throughout The rules obserued to beginne and ende The gifts that many vnto mee did send The solemne orders laying my first stone With hallowing the ground I stand vpon The candles that were burned euery night At euerie time I grewe a man in height The noise of Drummes and eke of Trumpets sound When first I did appeare aboue the ground The triumph made at my first Scaffolds raise The solemne songs were sung in Heauens praise The number set on worke by sea and land As if the Christian world I might command If I were best that vseth swift to write I could not in two yeeres the same recite And if so many men were in a plaine As for my good did labour and take paine A royall armie would appeare to be Of power to fight with mightie enemie They wrought about me like the prettie bees And euery night went home with wearie knees And euery morne came fresh to worke againe As if the day before they felt no paine Their honey-drops distill'd from them apace I meane the sweate of euery workemans face Their labour was their festiuall for me In hope my future prosperous state to see A world it was to note how all were bent How willingly their coyne and time they spent Without a Lotaty or forc'd collection For all were free in any such good action There was no pining at the Church expence But all was brought in true Beneuolence And those that died in my diocesse Would will me something more or lesse At all communions and marriage dayes At Christenings and many other waies The very poorest would without excuse Send or giue something to my proper vse And all to make mee beautifull and faire That Christ his flocke might vnto me repaire To teach and learne the Heauenly words of Grace And so to growe and fructifie apace In all good waies of Christian Pietie Best pleasing to the Heauenly Deitie Which in good time is long since brought to passe The like as ner'e in any kingdome was So that for preaching I may now compare With all the Churches vnder heauen are Praised be God whose goodnesse doth excell Beyond what I can aske or tongue can tell From age to age hee still hath succour'd mee And out of thrall for euer set me free My inward garments shine so bright and pure As now no errour can the same obscure For on the Bread of life in me you feede And doe receiue all things your soules doe neede My Preachers bid you come buy without money Things sweeter then the honey-combe or honey They tell you that the poore repentant sinner Shal be inuited to a Heauenly dinner And how the wilfull wicked are corrected And from Gods fauour vtterly reiected They preach that pride shal be consum'd with fire And God will raise the simple from the mire They say that Enuie is a murthering sinne Whil'st neighbour-loue the loue of God dtoh winne They teach and prooue that griping Couetousnesse Is cheifest cause of sinne and wickednesse Whilst Charitie and fruits of Christian loue Doth please the Lord and all his Saints aboue They say in holy Scripture it is found That all the world for drunken sinne was drown'd And that with water was but now I thinke The greatest part will drowned be in drinke They say that gluttonie and all excesse Shall punisht be in Hell with paines endlesse And that all whooredome and adulterous acts All poisonings witchcrafs and such wicked facts Treason periurie cousenage and lying Vnto the Lord of Hosts are daily crying And thus they preach the Law and Gospel too And faithfully Gods holy worke they doe And all to set you in the perfect way That Heauen may yours be another day By this you see how faire I am within Oh blest are they that did that worke beginne And they that did and doe maintaine the same Eternall be their Honour and their Fame But such as seeke that Glorie to deface Hell be their ende and in this life disgrace Ah faire Eliza now I thinke on thee Full foure and fortie yeeres thou succordst me And didst defend me with thy awfull sword ' Gainst proudest foes that did oppose Gods word And when away thou must from vs be gone God and thou send'st a second Salomon By whom and by whose issue I am sure Paules faithfull doctrine shall with me indure And be maintained maugre hellish spite So long as Sunne and Moone doe yeild their light His words His workes His will to God is bent His Bookes doe shew that Hee from God is sent For Prouerbs to His Sonne He did declare 1. Basilicon-doron 2. His Apology for the oath of Allegiance 3. Canticum Canticorum Then next a Preachers part He did not spare The third His song of songs most sure shall be That shall set forth His Kingly loue to me His cheife delight is all in Trinitie Of them to make a perfect Vnitie What is the good wherein Hee hath no part What is the bad He hates not with His heart Where are the poore that iustly can complaine Whose needs He helps not and their right maintaine Where is the wight of worth and due desert But of his Royall bountie hath had part And where 's the Princes that to Him resort That doe not of their welcome well report And eke extoll His great magnificence His wisedome learning wit and eloquence As did the Queene of Saba Dauids sonne So they admire our Royall Salomon And say though times doe alter and mens names So that our Salomon is called IAMES Yet for his wealth his wisedome strength and all A Second Salomon you may Him call His Land the Israel that flowes with milke And honey sweet corne cattell cloth and silke Gold from all parts spice oyle and wine Treasures from East and West Pearls rich and fine People innumerable as the sands That well he may send out to forraigne lands Great store of them to place and plant elsewhere That He an Israel new may build and reare Whereby Gods word throughout the world may goe As in the Scriptures Christ commanded so Goe yee preach and baptise in euery coast In 'th name