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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01225	The Countesse of Pembrokes Emanuel Conteining the natiuity, passion, buriall, and resurrection of Christ: togeather with certaine Psalmes of Dauid. All in English hexameters. By Abraham Fraunce.	Fraunce, Abraham, fl. 1587-1633.	1591 (1591)	STC 11339; ESTC S105636	24,183	40

truth both yong and ould went straight to the temple Straight to the temple went with Iesus seellyly ryding And yet on his poore asse with a princelyke glory triumphing Into the Church when hee came more lyke to a fayre or a market Than Salomons temple such chapmen hee quyekly remoued Ouerturnd theyr seates and tables iustly defaced His fathers orders and seruice rightly reuyued But to the prowd Pharisees to the scraping Scribes to the fatt Priests It was more then a plague then a death then a hell to behould this Therefore once yet againe themselus they gyn to be styrring For t'entrappe Iesus but loe whil'st this was a woorking In comes that cutthroate that thiese yet freshly remembring How th'Alablaster box of balme his greedy deuowring Clawes escaped afore and then to the company hellish And Sathans synagogue his murdring mynde he reuealed Hayle sacred Cayphas chiefe Priest and mighty Protector Of Iewish customes and Hebriews laudable orders Hayle Scribes and Pharisees that teach and preach the renowned Doctrine of Moses geue eare and mark what I tell you This wandryng vpstart vpocrite this Christus Iesus Man God I know not what doth abuse and dayly deceaue vs. Vs fooles his folowers and mee vnworthyly hating Chiefly of all others with slaundrous taunts he reuyleth And yet I could forget this abuse and iniury priuate But that by these meanes he begins t'aspyre to the scepter For what a sedition what a styrr doth hee make what an vproare And what a sort be before what a trayne coms dayly behynde hym His woonders woondring his doctrine vaynly beleeuing His wayes with fresh flowres and branches dayntyly dressing His delicate fine feete with balmes most costly anoynting His royall person with tytles princely saluting His foamyng palfray with rich roabes gayly bedecking Hosanna singing and each where freely triumphing Yf that I bring hym bound and soe cause all to be ended And people quyeted say on what shalbe my guerdon What shal I haue for I serue but a snudg and am but a begger Hereat Caiphas smylde and Iews all greatly reioyced And of theyr syluer they peeces thyrty apoynted For this vile butcher which causd that Lambe to be slaughtred These things dispatched those fathers ghostly departed Counsell's dissolued Iudas back slyly returned Christe with a curse by the way most fearful signe to the saythles That fruyteles figgtree causd euermore to be fruytles Christe rose from table most perfect signe of a meeke hart And wash this fryends feete teaching them for to be lowely Christe foretould his death most doubtles signe of a true God And did note to the rest that shameles desperat outcast But woe woe to the wretch but alas woe woe to the traytor Better he were not borne then borne to a damnable horror Christe tooke bread and wyne most sacred signes to the faythful And gaue thancks to the Lord and brake and gaue it among them Most cherefull sacrament most louly and lyuly remembrance Of Christ his body crost and blood shed freely for all men And now that Renegate that damned Apostata Iudas Coms to the Priest Caiphas and there his brybe he receaueth Brybe for blood Lambs blood Gods Lambe and bringeth a great rowte Of swearing cutters and souldiers duely prepared With lynckes and lanterns with swerds and staues for an onsett Marching all in aray in due and martial order As though some fyeld were to be fought or king to be conquer'd Whereas alas noeman was there with force to resist them But some feawe fishers and theyr poore mayster Iësus O valyant Iudas of a warlike company capten These be the synners plagues these these be rewards to the wicked That not a mouse can creepe not a leafe can shake not a wynde blowe But theyr sowls with syn theyr mynds with murder aboundyng Stil be a trembling stil be a quiu'ring stil be a quaking Quaking stil for dreede and feare of an hasty reuenging Afterclapp to be giu'n by the thundring Prince of Olympus Christe after supper gaue thancks rose vp fro the table Came to the mount Olyuete then these woords gracius vttred My saythfull folowers and fryends my dearly beloued And best companyons this night you shalbe molested And fore offended to behould some villanies offred For soe t'was written long since and truly reuealed That your fryendly shepherd must needs at last be remoued And his Sheepe scattred wandring for want of a sheepsman But faythfull folowers and fryends but dearly beloued And best companyons your mayster shalbe reuyued And by death kill death and ouer death be triumphing His faythfull folowers visyting his dearely beloued And best companyons and fryends in Galyly seeing Scarce had he sayd thusmuch but Peeter stowtly replyed Not soe sweete Master though euery man be amased liuery man fly back yet Peeter's fully resolued For noe loue of life noe feare of death to be startyng Great woords small woonders But Iesus gaue hym a watch-woord His weaknes knowing his rashnes meekly rebuking And sayd Poore Peeter pray and leaue off thy protesting This night quickly for all thy stowt and manly presuming Ere that a Cock crow twise thou shalt thrice flatly deny mee And now when that night that dreadfull night was aproaching Christe did watch hymselfe and wyld his friends to be watching Christe prayd thrice himselfe and wyld his friends to be praying Christe with fearefull pangs and dropps of blood was abounding Christe fell flat to the ground and wisht that cup to be passing Yet not his owne conceipt but Fathers will stil obeying Christe at length came back and found his friends to be sleeping Come let's goe quoth hee now its more than tyme to be styrring Loe here com's Iudas with a cursed kisse to betray mee Eu'n as hee spake these woords that martial army apeared Lynkes gaue light to the night and causd their swoords to be glistring And fore-man Iudas for a guyde went iollyly marching That vile vipers kisse for a signe and token apoynting Then with a brazen face past grace Christe Iesus he kissed And sayd Hayle Mayster to the which Christe mildly replyed Friend Wherefore comst thou But Peeter rashly reuenging Christs disgrace as he thought who first came first he requited And Malchus right eare from his head with a swoord hee diuided Whoso strikes with a swoord with a swoord must looke to be stricken And blood seekes for blood Stay Peeter learne to be lowly If that I meant to reuenge sayd Christe and make a resistance Could not I ten thousand Angells haue quickly procured Whose strength these forces might haue most easily daunted But then my Fathers edict shou'd not be obeyed And scriptures verifyde This spoken he strangely refixed Malchus his eare to his head O meeknes charity mildnes Of true God true man long suffring infinit endles This was enough t' haue causd brute beasts themselues to be tamed Ragged rocks to relent and harts of flynt to be yeelding This done Whom doe yee seeke quoth Christe To the which the renowmed Craking swashbuklers like

Festring sores with grosse corruption euer abounding Festring sores and wounds fro my synfull folly proceeding My pain's soe greeuous my griefe soe greate that it vrgeth Mee wyth a pale dead face and crooked lyms to be creeping Myne inslamed loynes are filld withfilthy diseases And noe part vntutcht noe peece vnwounded apeareth Faynt and feeble I am sore bruysed soe that I can not But roare out for griefe of sowle and horrible anguish Lord thou knowst my desyre thou seest my dayly bewaylings Hart hartles doth pant and strengthles strength is abated Sightles sight is gone and fryends vnfryendly departed And vnkynde kynsmen my wounded carkas abhorring Looke but a greate way of but come not neare to my comfort Thus forsaken I am forlorne contemptible abiect They that sought my life layd secrete snares to betray mee And to deuoure my blood conspyred dayly togeather And I for all this alas poore foole stood feellyly sylent Lyke to a man that's deaf and seem's not a woord to be hearing Lyke to a man that's dumbe and fear's his mouth to be op'nyng For my fayth and trust in thee my Lord I reposed Thou must pleade my cause and by thee I must be defended Lord I desyre that these my foes may not be triumphing Ouer a contryte sowle for when my foote was a slipping Then they laught and scornd and seem'd to be greatly reioycing And in truth my God my plagues are dayly renued And my bleeding wounds lye always open afore mee Alwayes in my sight for I must and will my detested Fylthy detested lyfe confesse with an heauy remembryng Harty repentyng sowle But alas my deadly malignyng Foes are much increaste in might and number abounding These men alas for that my sowle theyr fylthynes hated Life with death ô Lord and good with bad be requyting Helpe ô Lord my God make haste draw neare to the needy Help ô God my Lord and my saluation only The fiftith Psalme GOd the triumphant God th'aeternall greate God of all Gods Hath sent foorth Summons with a thūdring voyce fro the heauēs World-warnyng Summons commaunding all in a moment All from th' east to the weast to be prest and make an aparance And performe theyr suyte to the court to the greate to the high court Greate high Syons court sweete Syon where hee apeareth With surpassing grace exceeding bewty abounding God shal come shal come with a voyce al-mightyly sounding Greedy deuouring fyre shall goe with glory before hym And blustring tempests shall roare with terror about hym Heu'n from aboue shal hee call and quaking earth to bewytnes Of this iust edict and sentence rightly pronounced Bring my Saints sayth God goe bring my Saints to my presence Which haue vow'd theyre harts and sworne theyr sowles to my seruyce And of this iudgment from iudg almighty proceeding Those bright-burnyng gloabes of Christal-mantled Olympus Shalbe reporters true and alwayes shalbe recorders Heare mee my deare flock and thou ô Israel heare mee Heare me thy God thy Lord and know that I am not agreeued Nor displeased a whytt for want of customed offrings Burnt offrings sacrifice and Honnors due to my altars What doe I care for a Goate or what doe I care for a Bullock Sith Goates and Bullocks and beasts that range by the deserts Sith cattell feeding on a thousand hills be my owne goods Myne owne proper goods be the fowles that fly to the mountaynes Myne be the beasts that run by the fyelds and watery fountayns If that I hunger alas what neede I to tell thee I hunger Sith that th' earth is myne and all that on earth is abyding Thinck not thinck not alas that I take any ioy to be eating Bulls flesh thinck not alas that I take a delyte to be dryncking Goates blood guyltles blood but make acceptable offring Of thanks-geuyng hart and pay thy vowes to the highest Call me to help when soe thou findst thyself to be helples Cry for grace when soe thou thinckst thy sowle to be past grace And I wil heare and help giue grace and strongly protect thee And thou lawde and loue sing serue and woorthyly prayse mee But with a frownyng looke this God spake thus to the godles With what face dar'st thou my sacred name be prophanyng With those lying lipps and mouth with murder abounding With what face dar'st thou with a fyled tong be professing And by defyled lyfe and fowled sowle be denying With what face dar'st thou for an ostentation only Seeke to reforme others thyself soe fowly deformed When thou meet'st with a thief thou seek'st by theft to bethryuyng And walkst syde by syde as a copsemate sit for adulters Thy moutli's made to beguyle and monstrous villany vttreth Thy lipps let foorth lyes thy tongue vntruly defameth Thyne owne mothers sonne these these be thy holy proceedings These be thy works sith that I seem'd for a while to be sylēt Thou thoughtst wicked thought my thoughts were lyke to thy owne thoughts And soe runnst headlong But I come but plagues be aproaching And when I come then I stryke whē I stryke thē I beate thee to powder Thy bloody thoughts Iewde words vile deeds wil I open in order And shew all to thy face which thou shalt see to thy sorrow Know and acknowledg to thy owne confusion endles You that forget God thinck on thus least hee remember And forget not you but roote you out in his anger Then shall noeman come your damned sowles to delyuer Prayse and thancks-giuing is a most acceptable offring And if a man by my lawes his conuersation order Vnto the same I myself wil my saluation offer The threescore and thirteenth Psalme GOD th' aeternall God noe doubt is good to the godly Giuing grace to the pure and mercy to Israel holy And yet alas my seete my saynt feete gan to be slyding And I was almost gone and fall'n to a dangerous error For my soule did grudg my hart consumed in anger And myne eyes disdayng'd when I saw that such men abounded With wealth health and ioy whose myndes with myschif abounded Theyr body stowt and strong theyr lyms stil lyuely apearing Neyther feare any panges of death nor feele any sicknes Some still mourne they laughe some lyue vnfortunat euer They for ioy doe triumphe and taste aduersyty neuer Which makes them with pryde with scorneful pryde to be chayned And with blood-thirsting disdaigne as a roabe to becou'red Theyr fare is delicate theyr flesh is dayntyly pampred Theyr eyes with fatnes start out theyr greedy deuouring Gutts swell with swylling and what fonde fancy desyreth Or lewd lust lyketh that fortune fryendly afordeth Themselus most synfull cause others for to be synners With theyr poysn'd breath and vile contagius humors They check scorne controlle looke ouer looke with a lordlyke Imperious countnance theyr mouth fowle blasphemy vttreth And fro the forlorne earth to the heu'ns disdaingfuly mounteth This surpassing pompe and pryde allureth a nomber Eu'n of Gods owne flock flock weake and weary with