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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28159	Brachy-martyrologia, or, A breviary of all the greatest persecutions which have befallen the saints and people of God from the creation to our present times paraphras'd by Nicholas Billingsly ...	Billingsley, Nicholas, 1633-1709.	1657 (1657)	Wing B2910; ESTC R18441	104,705	230

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And after that soon vanished away This much rejoyc'd his soul upon the morrow He Hugh Fox and one Devnish fire went thorough One Thomas Hudson Thomas Carman too And William Seaman Norfolk-men did go Through tribulation to heavenly bliss To have the crown their own the cross they kiss There was one mother Bennet of the town Wetherset who was driven up and down For Jesus sake returning home she dy'd Her corps b'ing buri'd by the high-wayes side She was exceeding lib'ral to the poor Her mate once told her merrily their store If she had bin but sparing had bin much To what it was said she I cannot grutch The poor Alas good husband be content Let us be thankful God enough hath sent Wee still sweet heart have good competent fare Content's a fear although the feast be bare I cannot see the needie's wants and hoard Least in so doing I displease the Lord But husband let 's be rich in good works still So pleasing God we shall have all at will One Cicely Orms b'ing ask'd over his head What 't was the Priest held up she answ'red Bread Bread at the best and if you do endeavour To make it better 't will be worse then ever Brought to the stake she kiss'd it and respir'd Welcome Christs cross his sweet cross so desir'd My soul doth magnify the Lord my spirit In God rejoyceth and my Saviours merit So casting up her head on heaven she fix'd Her eyes and in the flames her hands commix'd She yielded up the ghost Thomas Spurdance Of Norwich suff'red for the truths advance George Eagles Tailour travell'd up and down In sev'ral countries went from town to town Confirming weaker Saints in a short season At Chelmsford he condemned was for treason And hang'd up with two theevs the one where of With tears sought Christ the orher with this scoffe Put off George Eagle's exhortation Our Captain leads we shall to heaven anon The Pen'tent thiese did call upon the Lord. The mockers fhtt'ring tongue spake not one word Upon the ladder Eagles was cut down Half dead his heart pull'd out his members strown George Eagles sister and a man call'd Fryer At Rochester did in the fire expire A Proclamation was sent about That all good books within this Realm set out Or from beyond seas brought should all be turn'd To ashes if not so their owners burn'd Soon after this dire Proclamation Twice twenty persons met neer I slington Were caught some scap'd some burn'd with faggot-sticks In Smithfield thirteen and in Brainford six Amongst these Godly persons there was one Nam'd Roger Holland who had boldly done His duty in reproving bloody Bonner Spake thus at last God will redeem his honour With your destruction and will soon asswage His spir't so tells me your unbridled rage Against his Church he heareth the complaints His servants make for the afflicted Saints Whom you so dayly persecuted have As us you do now Christ will shortly save His spotless Spouse in God I dare be bold To tell you that you are too fierce to hold And my dear breth'ren know that in this place After this day not any shall embrace The fire and faggot by this means procur'd Mark what I say and be thereof assur'd Which came to pass for for the Lord Christ's sake None after them suff'red at Smithfield stake Said Bonner then What Roger I perceive here Thou art as bad an Heretick as ever And in thine anger thou wouldst now become A railing Proph't but th'hadst as good be dumbe Though thou and all like thee would see me turn'd Over the ladder yet to see thee burn'd I shall live yea and before God I vow I 'll make you rue it ev'ry one of you That comes within my clutches so he went Roger call'd on the people to repent And to think well of all the Saints that past The fiery tryal which not long should last For God intended to abridge straightwayes For his elect's sake those sanguineous dayes Roger embrac'd the stake and said O Lord I praise thee for affording me thy word And fellowship with Saints which in heavens coasts Sing Holy Holy Holy Lord of Hosts O God receive my soul preserve thy flock Save them from Idols O be thou their Rock So with his fellowes praising God above They all reposed in the arms of love There was one William Pikes amongst the six VVhich dy'd at Brainford false-nam'd Hereticks VVho while that he his liberty enjoy'd I' th' Summer at noon-day of cares devoyd His Bible with him in t' his garden took Sate down to read upon it on his book Four drops of blood fell suddenly he knows Not whence it came t' his call'd-wife it he showes Saying I well perceive God will have blood It cannot no it must not be withstood His will be done God help me to abide The trial for without him I shall slide And so they went to pray'r and in short space Burned he was in the aforenam'd place One Thomas Hinshaw like a dog was us'd By Harpsfield first by Bonner next abus'd Who in an arbour pulled down his breeches VVhip'd him with willow-rods and with sharp speeches Returned him to prison there was one John Willis the like usage undergone T' whom Bonner thus Me bloody Bonner call Ye do a plague of God upon you all I 'd fain be rid of you but you delight In burning sure I think but if I might Have my desires O then I'faith I 'd stitch Your mouths up sack you throw you in a ditch Or down the stream this would I do with speed My fingers itch to do this pious deed Upon a time Bonner came to the stocks VVhere this John Willis lay and spake with mocks How like you John your lodging and your fare Willis said VVell had I a straw-pad here VVhile thus they commun'd in the good man's wife Came great with child to beg her husbands life Told Bonner she within his house would stay And there her count neer out her belly lay Unless her loving husband might be sreed And pack along with her Indeed indeed Said Bonner then that were a handsom trick How say'st thou John thou damned Heretick Suppose thy wife should with her brat mscarry And perish man art thou not accessary To both their deaths what thinkst thou To be short The woman would not go ' cwas pretty sport To hear these parly Bonner lest in 's house She should cry out did let her husband loose On easie tearms A Godly Minister Nam'd Mr. Richard Yeomans much did bear At last he finding how his foes were bent To take away his life went down to Kent Selling pins needles points thred white and black And some odd trifiles to supply the lack Of himself his poor wife and childeren He was imprison'd but releas'd agen He went to Hadly to his wife and there Hiring a chamber they abode a year Carding of Wool he sets himself about She spins thus pick they a poor living

And after condemnation he was brought To execution his cap gown and coat He gave t' his servant and exhorted him To venture all for Christ yea life and lim Bound to the stake he cry'd For Christ his merit O Lord be pleased to receive my spirit How long shall clouds of darkness overwhelm Great God! how long shall foes oppress this realm A Fryar then Vnto our Lady pray Salve Regina say c. Away away Satanick Imps God hears me in the flame His soul went up to heav'n to praise Gods Name Straton converted said O Lord I have Bin wicked and deserv'd thy wrath yet save O let not me for fear of corp'ral pain Or death deny thee or thy truth again They his and Mr. Norman's person bring And burn them in the presence of the King Such words the Bishop of Dunkelden us'd To one Dean Porret whom the Fry'rs accus'd My joy Dean Thomas I do love thee well And therefore take the liberty to tell Thee of thy faults I am inform'd you do Preach the Epistle nay the Gospel too Each Sunday to your people and refuse To take from them as a reward your dues Which prejudicial to the Church-men is My joy Dean Thomas I advise you this Take tythes or else it is too much to preach But once a week for if thou gratis teach May not the people think that we likewise Should do the same Tom be not so precise It is enough for you when you have sound A good Epistle and Gospel to expound The liberty of holy Church express'd Therein and 't is no matter for the rest Thomas reply'd My Lord if I abstain From tythes will my parishioners complain I know they will not and whereas you say It is too much to preach each Sabbath-day I think it is too little for my part And from the very bottom of my heart Wish that your Lordship would be pleas'd to take Such pains as that Nay nay Dean Thomas spake The Bishop then no orders do us reach Whereas said Thomas you do bid me preach When a good Chapter I do light upon I 've read them over all and finde not one That 's bad amongst them shew me where they lie And at your shewing I will pass them by I bless God said the Bishop I ne're knew What was the Testament nor old nor new And I will not know any thing at all Saving my Portvise and Pontifical Go go your wayes and cease so much to prate Lest you repent you when it is too late I trust said Thomas that my cause is clear In Gods eyes therefore what need I to fear And so he went his way But when time 's glass Had run a little more he burned was Though bloody clouds were rais'd Religion's raies Shone forth in Scotland in those worst of daies Partly by reading comfort flowing thence And partly by fraternal conference Which so enrag'd the Papists that they came And burnt four noted persons in one flame One Jerom Russet that profest the truth And Alexander Kennedy a youth Were brought to Judgement Kennedy's heart panted For fear at first and would have fain recanted But when no hopes was left God's Spirit reviv'd His drooping soul yea inward comforts striv'd To shew themselves both in his face and tongue Then falling on his knees these words out sprung Great God! What love hast thou to all express'd And unto me vile wretch above the rest O who hath tasted of thy clemency In such a high degree O Lord as I For just now when I would deny thy power And Jesus Christ thy Son my Saviour T' have plung'd my self all over head and ears In everlasting flames unquench'd with tears Thy right hand hath not suffer'd me to dwell With the black subjects of the Prince of hell And I that was of late with fear opprest Enjoy by thee a joy-enamel'd brest I fear not death do with me as you please I praise God I am ready death 's an ease Then railed they on him and Jerom who Said also unto them Miscal us do This is your hour and power to command Yee sit as Judges we as guilty stand But know a day will come shall clear our blame And yee curs'd yee to your eternal shame Shall see your blindness Go on forward still Till you the Ephah of your sins up fill No sooner were they both condemn'd to die But Jerom comforted young Kennedy Brother said he fear not he that indwels Our souls him that is in the world excels The pain we here indure is light and short But we shall have unfading glory for 't O strive we then though many rubs annoy To enter in unto our Masters joy And with our Saviour pass the narrow road Which few shall finde the way to hell is broad We die for Christ and Christ hath death subdu'd Death cannot hurt us hence me may conclude We are the members and if Christ our head Be risen can the members long lie dead Thus death and Satan under-foot they trod And in the flame breath'd up their souls to God At Edenburgh the cruel Card'nal Beton Hang'd some upon suspicion they had eaten Goose on a Friday and above the rest A woman with her suckling at her brest He drown'd for being scrupulous and wary Of making prayers to the Virgin Mary He sent into exile some Christian brothers And at St. Johnstons he imprison'd others Mr. George Wischard a Divine whose worth Wan him much admiration in the North Having drunk deeply of afflictions cup. Cheerfully in the flames surrendred up His soul unto its donour God fulfill'd His prophesy the Cardinal was kill'd One Henry Wallace as an Heretick Condemned to be burnt was burned quick One Henry Forr'st betrayed by a fryar Was burnt and had the end of his desire Said Ol'phant to one Walter Mill who pray'd Rise up Sir Walter Prayers don he said My name is Walter if you call me right I have bin too too long a Popish Knight Ben't there sev'n Sacraments Give me but two Said he and all the rest I leave to you Wilt thou recant he answer'd I am corn Not chaff and will not be i' th' truth out-born Then go to th'stake Said he I may not kill My self but put me in and bear I will This is my resolution Having made His pray'r to God he to the people said Although it be confess'd that I have bin A friend to Satan and a slave to sin Yet 't is not that that doth my suff'rings cause I suffer for observing God's just Laws And now God out of his abundant grace Doth honour me so farr as in this place To make me seal what others not withstood His truth's profession with my dearest blood Dear friends as you 'd escape eternal doom And live still happy in the life to come Let not Archbishops Bishops Abbots Priors Seduce you any more for they are Lyars Trust God alone O alwayes make his power Your rock your bulwark of