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A08362	The meroure of an Chrstiane [sic], composed ... by Robert Norvell ...	Norvell, Robert.; Marot, Clément, 1495?-1544.	1561 (1561)	STC 18688; ESTC S100619	59,722	149

vs Lord from all maner of ill According to thy pleasure and thy will For strength and might perteneth onelie to th● To whom be gloir and prais eternallie So be it ❧ The 12. articles of our beleū I Trow in God the Father Lord of all That made the earth and heauen celestiall And in Christ Iesu his onelie Sonne most sweit Our Lord consaued by the holie Spreit And of the blissed virgin Marie borne By Pilat falslie iudged rent and torne Crucified dead syne laid in buriall Descended to the helles infernall From death to lyfe he rose on the thrid day Ascended to the heauen where he alway Doeth sit on the right hand of God celest Where bodilie he doeth ●emane and rest ●t the last day from thence shal come with speid Iustlie to iudge the leuing and the deid I beleue in the holie Spre●t Their is an Church of God discreit Of holie sainctes communione And of our sinnes remissione The rising of the fleshe mortall And after lyfe perpetual● In this faith I for euermore Will trust thogh I should die theirfore So be it ❧ The ten Commandementes LIft vp your heartes oppen your eares Hard harted people for till heir The word of God that now appeares And his Commandementes leir I am thy God celestiall From seruitude deliuered the. Thou shall not haue therefore at all No other goddes but onelie me No image to the make thou shall Painted nor carued curious Nor on thy knees before them fall For I thy Lord am ielious His Holie name most venerable Take not in vaine nor it dispryse For God will 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 culp●●●● That him bl●sph●mes in any wyse Sex dayes wirk but on the seuen Rest thou thy seruand and thy beast For that ylk day the God of heauen Reposed ▪ and his workes blest Father and mother honour aye That thou may long the earth posses And so the ground to the alway Her frutes shall yeild with great Incres In couatice desire thou noght Frome thy nighbour by thoght nor stryfe That which is his or he hath boght His beast his seruand nor his wyfe Be no man killer nor homicid Adulterar nor witnes fals Be not an these in thoght nor deid No sclanderare nor lier al 's O Lord thy wordes of efficace Are clearer nor the somers day Intill our heartes Imprint thy grace After this law the to obay So be it ❧ Grace before dynner O Souerane Lord Pastour and heid Loke and behold this compangnie Of thy goodes suffre vs to feid And vse our selues soberlie Without excesse or glouttonie For who that doeth the fear and dreid Thou takes thought on them dailie Their bodies for to cleith and feid So be it ❧ Grace after dynner ▪ O Lord that gaue vs in command To take no thoght for the nixt daye For this that we do vnderstand Thou feidis vs we prayse the aye Since it hath pleased the alwaye With meat and drinke to feid our fleshe So with the bread of lyfe we praye Thou will our sinfull soules refreshe So be it ❧ The Pellicane ●iguring Iesus Christ THe Pellicane of the forest celest Amonges his workes notable and new After the heauen the Angelles and the rest He made his birdes of diuers sindrie hew Allone them left and sine awaye he flewe And gaue them their ●rewill and libertie In to the forest of Parradice to be Where that the tre of lyfe it grew and stude Set by the Pellicane of humilitie To saue his birdes that spared not his blud But as they sang sweit and melodious Into that wood as plesand nightingailles An fouler false vgsume and odious Their with his nettes and girnes soir assailles Syne baneist them the gairdings the vailles Because till ouer high frute they did pretend To wilsome vailles dailles thē were they send Where they remaned long in seruitude Abiding the Pellicane their mis for till amend To saue his birdes that spared not his blude Down from the wood of Angelles bright cleir This Pellicane for loue did swiftlie flie Where he ●and Rawens did his smal birdes deir And shed his blood in streimes ●rwellie Withoutten reuth this Pellicane they gart die Denud of mercie they did him rug and ryue With patience to death he thoild them driue His faltles fleshe because their was no ●ude Nor medicicine could saue his birdes lyue Whill from his tendre heart they re●t his blud The Rauens at the Iewes full of feid Vniustlie put this Pellicane to deid Which doeth betoken Christ both God and man The birdes are the creatures humane The fals fouler the laithlie serpent rude That gart misknow the heauenlie Pellicane To saue his birdes that spared not his blude O Iesu Christ my Lord so sweit That for me vile sinner indigne Thou suffred from the heid to feit Thy bodie for till scorge and ding Thy face ouerspred with foull spitting In to deris●one with great skorne Syne on thy head did thrust and thring An kene and crwell pricking thorne To saue me sinner full of vice Thou was the obligatione Thou made the contract and the price That thou should suffce passione To saue me frome dampnatione That was prepared for Adames seid Frome hell vnto saluatione Thou boght me with thy pretious deid I know Iesus thy patience Hath borne my great fragilitie My sinnes eik and my offence Thou bure them to the death with the. Since thou hes borne suche loue to me and su●fred hast such paines fell To saly ray death and miserie That spared not to die thy sell Lord I the pray with heart and minde Lay not to me my sinfulnes Sith thou hast ben● to me so kinde And tholid h●s so great distresse The vinagre and bitterues The scourges skornes and the strife Mot fil me with the great sweitnesse Of peace and euerlasting lyfe Thy holie death surmount and slaye The dolent dead now of my saull Thy pretious blood mot weshe awaye My vncleinnes and vices all The sufflettes suffred in the haull The bandes that band thy handes and feit Mot breck now and perpetuall That bandes of sinne that hurtes my spreit The nailles and the crown of thorne The spitting the strokes and the speir The noddes the shamefull death and skorne The wicked wordes that thou did heir The heauie croce that thou did beir The tormentes of thy death crewell Mot draw my soule to the full neir And saue me frome the paines of hell Lord thy glorificatione Mot clenge my soule and my bodie And in the resurrectione Reforme my great iniquitie Sen I am figurat to the That aye shall regne perpetuum An leuand God in persones thre In world of worldles for to cum ❧ Ane Ballad of the spirituall and carnall vnderstanding of Christes wordes This is my bodie and blood c. Iohn 6. ALlone musing as I forthe went An suddane slepe did me assaye I thoght my spirit was frome me rent Vpon the ground where as I laye I heard an voyce

breck forthe and saye Take holie Scripture spirituall The letter leadeth to dekaye The fleshe profytetes nothing at all In the sext of Iohne Christ doeth saye The verray bread of lyf am I I came frome heauen I am the waye Mankind to saue throw faith onelie Ye can not come to me trwelie Except my father do you call I am in him and he in me The fleshe profytetes nothing at all Your fathers in the wildernes They eat Manna and yet are deid After an other kinde expres For●uthe I am the leuing breid Come down from heauen in to shissteid A am the bread celestiall My word throw faith it doeth you feid The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all Except ye eat beleue and trow August in sermone ad in●uttes In my bodie and drink my blude I say ye haue no lyfe in yow For my bodie is verray fude Right so is drink I you conclude My bloode and take it spirituall For carnallie no man can dude The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all Except ye eat ye haue no lyfe My fleshe and drink my blood he said ▪ But then amonges them grew such stryfe That some went back and was affraid And carnallie his wordes wraid Vntill their mindes sensuall And frome the faith they still dekaid The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all The Disciples murmurred amang Now can this man his fleshe vs giue But Christ knowing their thoghtes wrang Saying wherefore should this you greiue All thogh the Sonne of man should meiue To his glorie celestiall The spirit quickneth throw trwe beleue The fleshe prosfeitz nothing at all Sain●t Augustine writing full plane Against Adamant trwelie How the Lord douted not to saue This is my blood and my bodie August contra Adaman ●im When that he gaue to his meinzie The signe of his bodie corporall To kepe his death in memorie The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all Al 's in an preface doeth he saye Where Christ did him self admit To his mandie on thuresdaye Saying take you now all and eat The holie sigure of me compleit And of my death memoriall My token trwe and promesse sweit The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all This fleshe ye se ye shall not eat ▪ Nor drinck the blood shed forth of me My Sacrament is drinck and meat That siedes the inwarde man trwelie Not for thy teith nor thy bellie I am no meat materiall Beleue and thou hes eatten me The fleshe prosfeites nothing at all Most gratious God illumiu● Our wittes waik and imp●●ent Incresse our saith so satigat Make worde and deid equiualent Our sinnes vyle for to repent And lead our liues more spirituall According to thy testament Which is the fleshe that profeites all ❧ An● Ballade vpon the prayer or orisque of ●●nasses King of Iuda when he was led presouer● and captiue in Babilone ▪ 2. Cron. 33. VIth teares great I sigh and Sob Bewaling my natiuitie O God of Abram and Iacob I make my wofull plainte to the Bound foote and hand with an cheinze As an slaue mocked and dispist In presoue and captiuitie Soulzeit with the vncircumcist Thou Lord that made the heauen on hight The earth with all her instrumentes Thou made also the daye and night The Sunne the Monne resplendisentes The fyre the aire the elementes Thy worde o Lord and thy command Hath gart the heauenlie ornamentes In till their curse and ordour stand The 〈◊〉 sea depe and prosound By thy vertue which d●●th excell ●hose welicring walles su●●bound Dare not attoure their brymmes swell ▪ Their bodumis furius and fell Of whirling waters stif and stark The Lord hath closed vp himsell And seald them with his seall and mark O fearfull God who may withstand Thy feruent Ire in any case No sinner on the earth leuand Thy furie may abide allace for none are iust before thy face But all are sinners yong and old All are denude and bare of grace And to the deuill and hell are sold I grant thou art the Lord abone Of Iacob Abram and Isac that sinned not as I haue done Nor thy commandementes brak But I sinner sleuthfull and slack For breking thy law and command ●es heaped mo sinnes on my back Nor is in nombre all the sand I haue prouoked thy Ire allace My pride and my Iniquite ▪ ●es wroght great ill before thy face I know their is no health in me I grant I 〈…〉 And wor●h●● of th● 〈◊〉 and rod Because in my 〈◊〉 I wold not know the Lord my God My great abhominatione That day and night hath done incres Hes bene the iust occasione Of all my wo and heauines I haue sinned I do confes Right greuouslie aganes the Lord Let not my sinne and wickednes Stop the to be misericord Yet thou hast in remembrance Thy promesse and thy holie aith The man that is of repentance To punishe him thou art right laith Though thou be angrie in thy wraith Thou art sone pacified we ken When that we call to the in faith For all the wickednes of me● Thogh we sinners deserue iustlie Dampnatione death and helles fyre Yet for rewarde thy great mercie Hes pacified thy wraith and ire And promest hes thy high impire Frelie to all that will conuart For thou doest not of vs require Except an trwe and faithfull hart For thy goodnes no more considder My silthie sinnes night nor daye But wipe them all awaye to gidder Sith that I do repent and praye I know thou castes not awaye No wight that will on the depend Nor willis nor their death no waye But wold that they should leaue and mend With knees of my heart contreit I kneill full law before thy grace With teares distilling that I greit I weshe my bailfull blaickned face O Good Lord hear me in this caice And grant me my petitione And for my sinnes not me chaice But gif me full remissione Now saue me Lord since that I praye Saue me o God omnipotent And I shall loif the night and daye Wh●ll that my lyfe away be spent For all the vertues parmanent Of heauen the Angelles all and some They prayse the as most excellent In world of worldles for to come ❧ An Ballade against the foull and d●t●stable vice of dron●kinnesse ALl for douered 〈◊〉 in after drinck In an 〈…〉 I laye● Appeared suddamlie as I did shl●k Ould father Noye cled in an nyce arraye Shaikand his beird with asteirne voyce did saye Of all sinnes ●xcesse is principall And bringes the bodie sonest to dekaye Pro. 31. Throw droncknes the mother of vices all I was the first that wine did plant or presse Thinking to be his master and his gyde But he deceaued me I the confesse Gen. 9. And of my Sonne was scorned in that tyde Because I could not my own secreittes hyde I cursed Cham my sonne and made him thrall Tyll his two brethren seruand till abyde Throw droncknes the mother of vices all What thogh I was be gild it was