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A02503
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[The courte of vertue.]
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Hall, John, b. 1529 or 30.
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1565
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STC 12632; ESTC S105963
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prayse in mynde The noble aray Of martyrs aye Thy prayse doth styll expresse The Church holye Where euer it be The lyke prayse doth confesse Infinitlye Thy maiestye O father doth endure And thy Sonne styll We honour wyll Onely so true and pure The holye ghost Our comforte most We do confesse to be Thou Chryst Iesu Mesias true Art the kynge of glory Thou art euer Of the father The euerlastyng sonne Which we confesse Both more and lesse That in this worlde do wonne When for our sake Thou dyddest take On thee man to restore The wombe so cleene Of the Virgin Thou dyddest not abhorre When thou the darte Of death so sharpe Dydst vanquishe and depriue Thou dydst vnlose Thy blesse to those That truelye dâ— beleue On the ryghte hande We vnderstande Of the father so dere In glorye greate There art thou set Tyll the last day appere Then we beleue Iudgemente to geue That thou from thence shalt come Most ryghteouslye Our iudge to be And iudge vs all and some Thy seruauntes pray Thee day by day Of thee some helpe to haue Whom wyth thy bloude Precious and good Thou dydst redeme and saue Make them indede To be numbred Wyth thy holy sayntes all For euermore Thy face before In glory eternall Thy people saue Whiche on the craue And blesse thyne heritage Gouerne them styll To doe thy wyll Euer from age to age For we dayly Thee magnifie And worshyp styll thy namâ— And styll intende Worlde without ende To continue the same Vouchsafe we praye O lorde this daye From sinne vs to defende For on thyne ayde Oure faith is stayde And euer doth depend Mercy O lorde Haue mercy Lorde Shewe vs thy mercy iuste On vs let lyght Thy mercy bright As we in thee doe truste And synce alway My truste and staye In the lorde is fyxed Oh graunt that I Eternally Be neuer confounded To the father And his sonne dere And to the holy ghoste Glory and prayse Geue we alwayes As we are bounden moste As was and is And shall not mys To be eche tyme and when For euer more Laude and honor To our lorde god Amen ¶ To his friend E. H. at whose requeste the author drue into metre the songe of the three chyldren whiche were put into the whot burning ouen which were called properly in the hebrue tongue Ananias Asarias Misael whose names Nebucadnezer chaÌ„ged into Cidrach Misach and Abednago in the Chaldey tongue Written Daniel in MY louyng friende Your boune and mynde Doth seme to me this tyde As Phaet on vayne Should once againe The sonne his chariot guide Who folyshly Immediatly May set the world on fire Till Ioue almight Most iust and right Doe sley him in his Ire Or one vnwise Should enterpryse To make or cause tapere From flynt stones dure Swete fountaynes pure Of waters cristall clerâ— Yet for to chuse Or once refuse Your most frendly request Is not in me Nor can not be At any time possest Therfore take well This small cantell Of my due and good will Though momus secte Then it reiecte No force it shall not skyll BLessed be thou O lorde god nowe The god of our fathers For thou alwayes Arte worthy prayse And of all great honers The name holy Of thy glory Worthy to be praysed Styll in worldes all Continuall Is to be magnified Be thou blessed In euery sted Of thy temple holy Whiche doste vs moue All thynges aboue To set vp thy glory More then worthy Thou arte truly Of laude and prayse eche daye Wherfore euer We wyll preferre And set the vp for aye Blessed alone In thy hyghe throne Be thou in thy kyngdom Thee aboue all We styll blesse shall In worlde of worldes to come Blessed be thou That lokest throwe The depe and yet doste syt The Cherubes on Worthy alone Of prayse descruing it The fyrmament And heauens hente Thee prayse which arte worthy For thy fauour Of all honoure Vnto eternitie Benedicite omnia opera Domini domino OYe workes all In generall Of god the lyuing Lorde Se that his prayse Ye shewe alwayes Set vp and it recorde Ye angels bryghte And heauens lyght And waters all aboue The fyrmament With one consent Prayse hym as doth behoue The lorde his powres Sonne Moone in cours Tell and shewe forth his prayse And neuer let Hym vp to set In his due laude alwayes O all ye sterres Dewe and showers O all ye wynds of God His prayse tell ye Hym magnifye As in his worde he bod Heate and fyer Wynter sommer Ye dewes and frostes hore Ye frost and coulde His prayse be boulde To set forth euermore O Ise and snowe His prayse forth showe Hym laude and magnifye Ye nyghtes and dayes With the lyke prayse Laude hym eternally Lyght and darknes His prayse expresse Lyghtnyng and cloudes I saye Let the earth speake And his prayse breake Forth for euer and aye Mountaines and hilles With your good wylles Herbes grasse al grene things Welles seas and flood Of hym speake good And declare his praysyngs Ye whales that lyue And all that meue In floodes and waters clere All soules of thayre Lykewyse repayre To make his prayse appere Bestes and cattâ—ll His prayse forth tell Ye chyldren of men pure Let Israell In prayse excell For euer to endure With one accorde Prayse ye the lorde That the lordes seruantes are Sprites and soules iust His prayse syng must Hym set vp and declare Let holy men Prayse hym eche when And humble men of harte With good pretence Euer from hence From his prayse neuer starte Ananias Azarias And Misaell prefer His prayses great And hym vp set For euer and euer Whiche hath from hell Vs saued well And clene delyuered And hath our breath Kepte safe from death And also hath vs ryd From burnyng flame Amydste the same And made the heate retire When we dyd craue He dyd vs saue In the mydst of the fyre Vnto the lorde Let vs recorde Both prayse and thankes therfore His hearte is kynde For we doe fynde His mercy euermore O all men ryght That are contryte Speake good and prayse the lorde For he truly Is almyghtie And of all gods the God O geue him prayse With thankes alwayes Whose mercy doth extende And doth indure Remayning pure Euer worlde without ende Prayse glorious Euer let vs Magnificently moste Geue the father And the sonne dere And to the holy ghoste From beginning Continuyng And nowe doth perseuer And shall doe aye From daye to daye For euer and euer Numeri .xiii. ¶ Sing this as The dawnyng daye beginnes to glare c. LEt now thy powre be great O lorde Lyke as thy lyps dyd once repeate And as we fynde it in thy worde Thy suffrance long thy mercy great For as thou doste our synnes forgyue And trespasses when we repent So are we sure no man on lyue From synne is free and innocent And of their father the misdede Thou visitest vpon the childe His generation and his
shall them fetche away By suche deceyte that goe astraye With false wynnyng Suche as in any kynde of arte Doe worke both slyghtly and vnsure For to deceyue with a false harte His neighbour by his worke vnpure slightly they worke and all for haste wherin this day is wrong and waste Yea hatefull wrong Syth now ther is no faith nor fay But all from truth are gone astray Wo be our songe Suche as breake vnitie and loue Suche as by couetyse contende Such as wyll sweare great othes moue Suche as on whordom doe depende Suche as in pryde doe leade their lyfe Suche as by wrath doe lyue in stryfe And great debate Satan with suche must make afraye For their walkyng so farre astraye Whiche god doth hate God for his mercie graunt therfore That men may nowe repent their ill And that they may their synnes abhorre Wherin they walked with their wyll It is hyghe tyme for to redres And to absteyne from wyckednes For feare of payne And for Gods mercy call and praye That we through grace froÌ„ this our stray Come home agayne ¶ A voyce from heauen to you shall come Venite ad iudicium O Man amend defer no tyme but be alwayes in redines For if thou dwell in sinne and crime it wyll thee bryng in great distres for why a voyce from heauen shall come venite ad iudicium Then blessed shall that seruant de Whom God shall fynde in perfect mynde To doe his due in eche degree For great reward then shall be fynde When that a voyce from heauen shall come Venite ad iudicium Contrary wyse the seruant yll That walked in offences great Contrary to his maisters wyll With many strypes he shal be beate When that a voyce from â—â—â—uen shall come Venite ad iudicium For God shall come ryght sodeynly In the mydst of your wyckednes When you thynke least appeare wyll he From whose face none can you releace When that a voyce from heauen shall come Venite ad iudicium Eche lorde and lady Kyng and quene Before that lorde muste bowe theyr knee And then shall theyr rewarde be sene Lyke as their dedes and lyfe hath bee When that a voyce from heauen shall come Venite ad iudicium What shall anayle you then your pryde Your welthy pompe and dignitie Your ryches then must stande asyde And not helpe your necessitie When that a voyce from heauen shall coâ—â— Venite ad iudicium The shynyng face of God the Lorde Your stony hearts shall then appall Because that ye so muche abhorde His preceptes euangelicall When that a voyce from heauen shall come Venite ad iudicium Then shall ye say Wo worthe the tyme Your lawes agaynst the Lorde of blis That you made in despyte of hym And all that hys true members is When that a voyce from heauen shall come Venite ad iudicium And you shall gnashe your tethe and saye Lo 〈◊〉 whom wâ— did hate and mocke We see them sytte in quiet staye Beyng the lâ—â—des elected flocke For nowe a voyce from heauen is come Venite ad iudicium And we lyke fooles haue erred styll Oâ—â— worldly wyt is nowe all spent To plâ—ad our cause we haue no skyll Before the lorde omnipotent For nowe a voyce from heauen is come Venite ad iudicium The sonne of wisdom and of lyght Of vnderstanding end of grace Did geue to vs no kynde of lyght We are vndone alas alas For nowe a voyce from heauen is come Venite ad iudicium In payns of hell thus shall they crye That nowe doe Christ his flocke oppresse Tormented styll eternally With diuels for their wyckednes When that a voyce from heaueÌ„ shal come Venite ad iudicium Therfore let vs defer no tyme But be alwayes in readynes That we may all to heauen clyme Wiâ—h Christ the kyng of ryghteousnes When that a voyce froÌ„ heauen shal come Venite ad iudicium ¶ Against pryde YOu proud men all I saye abyde and banishe pryde out of your hart if climing high ye haply slyde then are ye like to fele some smart therfore I saye in tyme conuert repent and turne for that is best yer dredfull death doe you areste Study therfore in holy wryte And knowe howe that lucifer fell Whiche beyng once an angell bryghte God for his pryde dyd hym expell Out of all lyght downe into hell Lo here you see the frute of pryde I say therfore laye it asyde Before your eyes fixe also this Howe Nebucadnezaâ— the kyng Whose dedes in Daniell wrytten is Who praisde him selfe aboue all thyng And gaue not God his due praysing Was made an oxe and did eate haye Seuen yeres his great pryde to alaye And kyng Hetod as sayth scripture As he was clad in proude aâ—aye His owne honor for to procure To his own praise great wordes did say Therfâ—re Gods angell that same day Dyd stryke hun for his harte vnwyse Who vnâ—o death was eate with lyce Lo if God would such kings not space To punysh for ambition What shall we thinke he wyll prepare To plague our sinfull nacion Whiche forsake their vocation And will in no wyse pryde eschue Nor seke to serue swete dame vertue For Salomon in sentence play ne Câ—lles fauor a deâ—eynyng thyng Yea beautie is a thing moste vayne Wherin some haue suche delyghâ—yng Which in ill case once wyll them bryng Gods heauy wrath they so procure Through their proude hartes vayn vnpure For from the course of reason true They seme to be vnknowne and strange That doe delyght in the vayne hewe Of beautie that so sone wyll change For that wherin their rude wittes range To muche more britle then is glasse And fades as doth in sieldes the grasse More inconstant it is also That vnto pryde doth you prouoke Then wynde that wandreth to and fro Yea much more vain theÌ„ smothring smoke Lo thus of vyce you beare the yoke Of beautie proude more vyle then slyine And fleteth faster then tyme. A thousand thynges may beauty fade As wyse men dayly see and saye For if a feuer you inuade And shake you but one simple daye Is not your beauty gone strayghtwaye Your colour shewes your substance â—ust Euen earth and ashes doung and dust If men were bent the truth to tell Is beauty any other thyng Then color in the skyn or fell Wherin some haue suche reiosing But if as well were appearing Their inwarde partes then myght we see A sacke stufte full of doung fylthy What syght more strange may there apeare Vnto our eyes so fantsy full Then see one bewtifull and clere Declare it selfe so vnfrutfull And cause hym whose wites be not dull Hym self to knowe a dounghill dyght As with a cloth purple and whyght What impudence yea what madnes Is it in beutie to glorie Forsakyng all sober sadnes For thynges that bene transitorie Sythe more delectabilitie It is to some that see the same Then those that therof beare the name I leue of here for to