To free from thrall to make affliction ceasse The more may Sion now sound foorth his fame Ierusalem his praises may proclame VVhere in his Churche his people do accord And whereas kings are subiects to their Lord. VVho may o Lord thy datelesse dayes relate That of all ages ouerpasse the date It 's thow to vs haest put apointed space O stop not me ere half I run my race The world and welkin first by thee were made Thow heauens sphere thow earths foundation laid Thow shalt endure they shal consumed bee Thow madest tyme tyme hath no force on thee Thease elements by alteration strange Shal changed bee and so remaine in change But thow o Lord that woorkes all at thy wil VVa'st earst the same the same remayning stil Vousafe o Lord there ofspring to preserue That thee in feare and faith and loue do serue And in thy wayes directed to remaine A lasting lyf in lasting blisse to gaine Vnto the Father Sonne and holy Ghoste All praise and glory be ascrybed moste As herefore before the world begun And as it now and euer shal be donne AMEN In imitation of the sixt penitential Psal Beginning De profundis clamaui ad te Domine Psal 129. EV'n from the depth of woes VVherein my soule remaines To thee in supreame blis O Lord that highest raignes I do both call and cry T' is deep hart-sorrowes force That moues me thus to waile T' is pittie Lord in thee Must make it to auaile Thyne eares therfore aply If stricktly thow o Lord Obserued haest my sinne Alas what shal I do VVhat case then am I in If rigour thow extend But wel o Lord I know Sweet mercy dwelles with thee And with thy iustice then It must expected bee And I therefore attend My soule doth wait on thee Thy grace confirmes my trust My warrant is thy woord Thow keepest promis iust Keep me o Lord secure Let thy afflicted flock Comfort in thee retaine From dauning day to night From night to day againe Let stil their hope endure There is with our good God Much mercie stil in store Redemption doth remaine VVith him for euer more Aboundant is his grace His people he affects He wil not leaue destrest The thralled he wil free VVith ease of their vnrest And all their faultes deface All glory be therefore O Father vnto thee And so vnto the Sonne The lyke great glory bee And to the holy Ghoste Such as it wonted was Before the world began Such as now yet it is And euer shal remaine Aboue all glorie moste AMEN In imitatiō of the seauenth penitētial Psal Beginning Domine exaudi orationem meam Psalm 142. VOutsafe admit thy gratious eares VVith myld regard for to attend The prayers that a playning hart VVith sorowing sighes to thee doth send And let thereto o louing Lord Thy iustice and thy truthe accord In rigour of thy righteous doome O do not skan thy seruants cause For there is none on earth alyue Through faultlesse lyf free'd from thy lawes Then how may I in sinful plight Seeme iust in thy all-seeing sight The freind of sin the foe of soules Down to the earth my soule hath brought VVhich to the heauen should aspyre Since from the heauen it was wrought O raise it vp againe to blis From earth and all that earthly is Amids the darck mis-led am I VVhere lack of light sinnes view denies I hue a lyf more lyke to death VVhyle dead from grace my body lies And whereas care through secret smart Sends anguysh to afflict my hart But I o Lord recall to mynde VVhat thow hast donne in tyme before And how thy iustice hath bene great But how thy mercy hath bene more Thus hope of help stil comfort giues VVhile mercy stil with iustice liues My stretched hands to thee display The ensignes of my yeilding hart My soule as earth that water wants Of vertues frute can beare no parte I faint send soone relief of raine Least els vnfruteful I remaine Thy face of pittie not of wrath Turne not o louing Lord from mee And let not Lord my owne misdeedes Haue lasting force to anger thee For so might I compare my case To theirs that furthest fal from grace But since my hope is firme in thee Let me betymes thy mercy haue The way of helth make knowne to mee My feete from erring paths to saue Only to thee my soule retyres Only thy mercy it desyres O free mee from my sinful foes To thee I fly to be secure Teach me the lesson of thy wil And let me put it wel in vre Thow art my God and God of all That for thy ayd and comfort call Thow wilt voutsafe to mee o Lord Thy holy spryt to bee my goyd My faith and hope in thee is sutch And sutch it euer shal abyde Reuyue thow wilt mee for thy name Goodnes in thee requyres thesame So that at last by thee o God My soule from bale to blis bee brought And that in mercy thow sub◅ert All those my soules destruction sought And force of foes destroy'd may bee And I made safe for seruing thee All glory bee to thee o God The Father of eternal might And to the Sonne and holy Ghoste Three in an vndeuyded plight As now it is and was of yore And shal endure for euermore AMEN EXTRACTS OF THE SIBYLLAES PROPHESIES OF CHRISTE Sibylla Persica THow serpent fraught with craft and crueltie Shalt by a mightier strength bee troden low And on base earth the high God borne shal bee And from a maid the branch of blis shal grow And that true woord vnseene before of all Shal now be seene and shal be felt withall Sibylla Libyca IN obscure darcknes light shal glistring shyne The Synagogs straight bands vnbound shal bee The king of lyf be seene of mortal eyen And in a maidens lap shal nowrisht bee And high aboue the gentils hee shal raigne And shal in mercie his estate maintaine Sibylla Delphica ATtend o earth thy soueraigne Lord to see And know thy God which is Gods only sonne Chyld of the highest and moste high is hee VVhose beeing by no earthly wight begun Hee shal the great expexted prophet bee Of woorthy greatnesse and great dignitie Sibylla Cumea AMaid excelling all in sainctitie And whose cleere beauty shal the starres exceed Of Chyld in future tyme conceau'd shal be And of the rarest sacred blood and seed And from the heauens the sweet dew downe shal fal Into her brests to nowrish him withal Sibylla Erithrea IN later age high God wil him abase And vnto low estate himself inclyne Mixing his nature with our humaine race His Godheid to our manheid to combyne And lo the litle lamb in strawy bed Shal of a maid be nowrished and fed Sibylla Samia O Fond Iudea why do'st thow neglect The certaine knowlege of thy very God Thy happy dayes why do'st thow so reiect O why do'st thow prepare for him a rod VVith thorny crowne his head why do'st thow presse
all naked they him nail And reare it vp and wound him in the â—yde VVhich all the blest of heauen do be wayl VVhyle of the earth th'accursedst it deryde The swoord of sorow peirseth now the hart Of his lamenting mother in her dolour moste VVhose deere Sonnes sorrow and surmounting smart Now takes an end in yeilding of his ghoste The first glorious mysterie Conteyning the resurrection of Christe SVbdued sorrow glory now ensues For from the crosse the soule of Christ descending Bringes to expecting soules the cheereful newes Of heauens entrance their deâ—ynments ending And to his corps his ghoste return'd againe Triumphant raiseth it from closed toombe Terror vnto the actors of his paine VVhose hate and death and hel is ouercome And glory that his sorowes now had chased Extinguisht wo in his kynde mothers hart And glory there and in all others placed That of his anguish had sustayned parte The second glorious mysterie Conteyning the ascention of Christe into heauen WHen forty dayes the day had ouerpast Of that now lyf that Christe from death had taken He did resolue his heauens returne at last To leaue the world that had him first forsaken And hauing to his mother now appeered And also vnto his apostles true Confirmd in faith and in his glory cheered On Oliue mount he biddes them all adieu And there liftes vp himself to sacred blis Th' unworthy world no more him so retaynes And all the glory that in heauen is To him is yeilded and to him remaynes The third glorious mysterie Conteyning the coming downe of the holy Ghost PLac'd in his throne and glorious chaire of state Our louing Lord regardful of oâ—â— weal VVould let no more then ten dayes run their date Ere he his keeping promis would reueal VVhat tyme his mother and disciples bent In secret wyse to inuocate his name Down vnto them his holy Ghost he sent VVith glorious fyre their hartes for to enflame And to conioyne to his Churche now begonne That spirit of truthe that euer must it guyde In only truthe whyle shyneth any Sun Maugre the woorst of daunted hellish pryde The fourth glorious mysterie Conteyning the assumption of our blessed Lady WHen hence to parte the virgin did obtayne The Hierarchies their due attendance gaue To bring her sin-lesse soule to endlesse raigne VVhyle saintes on earth brought her pure corps to graue VVhich therein laid and found thence â—o be tane Makes pietie to faith to recomend That soone her soule to earth return'd againe And tooke her corps and did therewith ascend A due prerogatiue and due alone Vnto that body that had borne a chyld As neuer did nor neuer shal do none That neuer was with thought of sin defyld The fyft glorious mysterie Conteyning the coronation of our blessed Lady ASsumpted so with soule and corps combyned As glorious as at last the blest shal-bee And placed in her princely seat asygned Lyke 〈◊〉 woorthy self appeered shee And that eternal euer three in one There crowned her the highest heauens Queene VVhere angels yeilded honor to her throne As seemly might to her estate bee seene And shee that earst replenisht was with grace Now plac'd where grace flowes out in plenties store VVhere as shee sees her sonnes most gratious face And sues for such as sue to her therefore AVE MARIA HAil Marie filled ful of grace Our Lord remaines with thee And thow among'st thy sexes race Remainest blest to bee And as thow blessed did'st become So did'st thow blessed bring The blessed frute that from thy wombe So blessedly did spring Both now and when wee yeild our ghoste To him prefer our case Because his mercy lasteth moste And thow art ful of grace EPITHETES OF OVR BLESSED LADY Templum Dei WHen God would from the heaueÌ„s to earth his progres take No pallace there he found that might him entertaine Saue one rare edifice which earth-quake could not shake The woorthiest woork of praise that might on earth remaine Faire court of sanctitie made holier for his sake That thee the Temple made his presence to conteyne O Temple where as God voutsafed for to bee Stil may wee him adore adoring stil in thee Porta Caeli WHen grace came froÌ„ aboue then wa'st thou made the gate By which it entred heer brought the hope of blis Which hope in hartes of men remaineth stil in state And stil through faith and loue aliue preserued is Then since thow wa'st the dore for grace this to relate So art thow heauens gate and wel accordeth this That as God vnto men did thee his entrance make Men entrance vnto God againe by thee may take Scale Caeli HOw may our heauy load enclyning to descend Ascend vp in the ayre beyond the egles flight Except by such a guyde as wil assistance lend And can from step to step direct the passage right Or rather her owne self vs better to defend The ladder wil become that scaleth heauens height By whose degrees of grace to blis we may attaine And in our mounting vp not to fall downe againe Electa vt Sol. BRaue ornament of heau'n and comforter of kynde Of whome the shyning Sun doth but the shadow seeme Which as it is elect and hath his place assygn'd Aboue the planets all in earthly eyes esteeme Aboue all sainctes to thee is woorthely resygn'd The seat in supreame blis that best doth thee beseeme Where thy faire beauteous face no foggy cloudes can hyde But chosen there by grace in beauty do'st abyde Pulchra vt Luna WHen Phâ—bus fyrie steedes in compassing the ground Leaue night behynde their backs til they againe returne Then that there should some light in darcknes yet be found Faire Phobe staies behynde supplying Phâ—bus turne Where shee through borrowed light in beauty doth abound And cheers therewith the earth that might in darcknes mourne So thy faire influence faire Cynthia vs extend Which thy most bounteous sonne doth thee most freely lend Stella Maris BRight shyning star by sea in lands abandon'd fight At once apparent seene on either syde the spherre The goodly guyd of all and guyding all aright That in this raging sea ensue thy brightnes cleer And bending not there cours to such illuding light As may mislead to wrack ear danger do apeer For thy direction leades vnto the porte of rest Those guyded by thy self whose guydance is the best Ciuitas Dei FAire Citie stately buylt by singular deuyce Of that great Architeckt who is of greatest arte With all those goodly stones that are esteem'd of pryce Which to this fairest woork their fairnesse do conuert And through far aquaducts from springes of paradise The waters thether led which do refresh the hart And to octroy this towne with all-surpassing fame The buylder here himself a Citizen became Turris Dauid HIgh Tower of stately porte and far to be descry'd And far from thence againe the world about to view It self the centinel that therein doth abyde To giue aduyce of foes or danger to ensue Wel
ODES IN IMITATION OF THE SEAVEN PENITENTIAL PSALMES VVith Sundry other Poemes and ditties tending to deuotion and pietie HS IMPRINTED ANNO DOMINI M. D.CI TO THE VERTVOVS LADIES AND GENTLE VVOMEN READERS OF THESE DITTIES WHen for my owne priuate recreation I had penned some of these poemes yet not enteÌ„ding to make them publyke for that I feared their soone receauing the deserued censure of the slendernesse of their woorth Yet hauing by chaunce communicated them with a freind I was not a litle vrged to affoord them the libertie of open view but also perswaded to their further augmentation And now hauing yeilded vnto the one aduentured the other I knew no better way then to make dedication of them vnto your selues whose sweete voyces or virginalles may voutsafe so to grace them as that thereby they may be much bettered and the rather yf it shal please you to obtaine of some skilful Musitian such requisite tunes as may vnto them be best fitting And therein crauing your helpful furtherance and for my presumption your fauourable pardon I humbly take my leaue excusing my self with my owne good meaning Vttred as ensueth Vid. The vaine conceits of loues delight I leaue to Ouids arte Of warres and bloody broyles to wryte Is fit for Virgils parte Of tragedies in doleful tales Let Sophocles entreat And how vnstable fortune failes Al Poets do repeat But vnto our eternal king My verse and voyce I frame And of his saintes I meane to sing In them to praise his name Yours in his best endeuours R. V. ODES IN IMITATION OF THE SEAVEN PENItential Psalmes To so-many seueral tunes of Musick In imitation of the first penitential Psalme Beginning Domine ne in furore Psalm 6. WHen my misdeedes o God May thee to anger mooue Amiddes the rigour of thy rage Voutsafe mee not reprooue Nor when for my offence Thy chastisment must bee In thy displeasure o deere Lord Let it not light on mee Thy mercies Lord I craue Of strength I am bereft O salue the sorenesse that my sin Vpon my bones hath left My much agrieued soule In sorrowes doth abound How long o Lord shal they endure Or comfort be vnfound O turne thy self to mee And rid my soule of paine Eu'n for thy mercies which exceed And euer do remaine O hasten thee o Lord To saue and set me free Amongst the dead to their auaile Ther 's none can thinck on thee And in the depth of hel VVhere there is no redresse VVho is it that wil giue the praise Or vnto thee confesse My sighinges for my sinnes Haue past in painful wise And I each night wil wash my bed VVith teares of wailing eyes My sight is vext with feare Of fury in thy rage Oh that my sinnes must be my foes To weare mee out in age A way a way from mee All yee that are vniust Let him my mournful sound receaue In whome I put my trust That I with ioy may say How to my sutes accord Voutsafed hath to condescend My deere and louing Lord. Let shame my foes befall And vexed let them bee Their owne conuersion or their shame Lord let them quickly see Glory o God to thee And vnto Chryste thy sonne As also to the holy ghoste Let endlesly be donne AMEN In imitation of the second penitential Psal Beginning Beati quorum remisse sunt Psalm 31. O How much blest may they remaine That pardon for their guylt obtaine And whose great il and each offence Lies hid in contryte penitence VVhat happy state may hee be in To whome our Lord imputes no sin VVhose conscience doth no guyle retaine That can himself beguyle againe I did my sinnes in sylence hold In grief whereof my bones grew old Mâ—ane whyle my dayes in plaintes of paine VVithout redresse I spent in vaine But when o Lord thy heauy hand No day or night I could withstand But that in anguish ouerworne My conscience prickt as with a thorne Lo then o Lord I did begin To vtter all my secret sin No longer list I ought conceale But each iniustice to reueale Against my self I said wil I My wronges confesse and faultes defy To thee o Lord o Lord to thee That haest from all absolued mee And since I thus thy mercies fynde Let each of good and godly mynde Aproche to thee in happy tyme To pray for pardon of his cryme For such as so do sinck in sin That stil they plunged lie therein Vnable are of thee to gaine VVhat contryte sinners can obtaine O Lord my refuge restes in thee VVhen troubles do enuyron mee O free me then my freedomes ioy From such as seeke mee to annoy Great comfortes Lord I do conceaue Thow mee thy seruant wilt not leaue But wilt instruct and guyd me right And kepe me euer in thy sight O yee that carelesse are of grace Behold and see your brutish case And be not as the horse and mule That liue deuoyd of reasons rule And thow o Lord in mercies ryf Voutsafe restraine their straying lyf VVith bit and brydle make them stay That vnto thee wil not obey Since that for those of sinful trade Ful many scourges there be made VVel him that doth in God repose VVhose mercies may his soule enclose Be therefore ioyful in our Lord All that to righteousnesse accord Let each with gladnesse beare his parte That hath a pure and perfect harte All glory bee O Lord to thee And to thy Sonne in lyke degree As also to the holy Ghoste Perpetual and enduring moste AMEN In imitation of the third penitential Psal Beginning Domine ne in furore Psalm 37. AMiddes thy fury my deere lord Rebuke not mee Nor let thy chasticement befall VVhen wrathful thow shalt bee Thy arrowes in my self I feele Alredy stand I see o Lord thow fixed haest At me thy ayming hand VVithin my self o wo is mee No health I fynde Through feare and terror of thy face That semes to wrath enclynde My very bones disturbed bee Gon is their peace My owne beholding of my sinnes Doth woork my woes encrease And as my sinnes surmounting are I must confesse So are they mounted on my head And heauy me opresse My crymes forepast and pardoned Lyke scarres remaine That putry fyde break out a new Because I sin againe A woful wretche am I become Crooked I grow Each day I waile and whyle I liue I will continew so My members by illusions led Mee so restraine My healthlesse body is vnapt True vertue to retaine By great affliction I am brought Exceeding low Be moued Lord through my lowd groanes Thy mercies to bestow My sutes o Lord tend all to thee Thow knowest my case My plaintes and penance Lord accept That so I may haue grace VVithin my self my silly hart Is vexed stil My force is lost my sight I lack To see and shun my il In my displeasing thee o Lord Right wel I see My freindes are foes my soule is sought And force is wrought on mee They wish
my il and speake my scorns And when they smyle Their hate admittes no tyme of stay To study fraud and guyle But I alas with patience prest Must all for-beare Lyke to the dumb and seeming deaf I neither speak nor heare And for because o gratious God I trust in thee Thow wilt I know my louing Lord Giue eare and ayd to mee Let not o Lord my foes preuaile Least they reioyce Sith scars my feet I may remoue But they aduance their voice Of my misdeedes I am prepard To beare the smart Stil is my sin before my sight And sorrow in my hart I wil reuolue my faultes fore-past Amiddes my mynde And those I truly wil confesse That I may mercy fynde Hate hath confirmd on me my foes In wrongful wyse And stil they liue and do encrease VVhose enuy neuer dies They yeild me il that gaue them good And me defy Because I goodnesse would ensue From which they seeke to fly Forsake me not o Lord my God In state destrest Be redy Lord to my relief My lyf in thee doth rest To Father Sonne and holy Ghost All glory bee From former endlesse date to dure To all eternitie AMEN In imitation of the fourth penitential Psal Beginning Miserere mei Deus Psal 50. HAue mercy o good God on mee In greatnesse of thy grace O Let thy mercies manifold My many faultes deface Foule filthy loath-some vgly sin Hath so defyled me VVith streames of pittie wash me cleane Els cleane I cannot bee To wel my foule vnclensed crymes Remembrance do renew To plaine in anguish of my hart They stand before my view To thee alone o Lord to thee Thease euilles I haue donne And in thy presence wo is mee That ere they were begun But since thow pardon promisest VVhere hartes-true-ruthe is showne Shew now thy mercies vnto mee To make thy iustnesse knowne That such as do infringe thy grace Be made asham'd and shent As ryfe thy mercies to behold As sinners to repent VVith fauour view my foule deffects In crymes I did begin My nature bad my mother fraile Conceau'd I was in sin But since thy self affectest truthe And truthe it self is thee I truly hope to haue thy grace From sin to set me free Since to thy faithful thow before The secret scyence gaue VVhereby to know what thow would'st spend The sinful world to saue VVhose heav'nly hysope sacred droppes Shal me besprinckle so That it my sin-defyled soule Shal wash more whyte then snow O when myne eares receaue the sound Of such my soules release How do sin-laden lymmes reioyce At hattes true ioyes encrease From my misdeedes retyre thy sight View not so foule a staine First wype a way my spots impure Then turne thy face againe A cleane and vndefyled hart O God creat in mee Let in me Lord of righteousnesse A spirit infused bee From that most glorious face of thyne O cast me not away Thy holy Ghoste voutsafe o God VVith mee that it may stay The ioy of thy saluation Lord Restore to me againe And with thy spryte of graces chief Confirme it to remaine That when at thy most gracious hand My sutes receaued bee The impious I may instruckt How they may turne to thee For when o Lord I am releast From vengeance and from blood How ioyful shal I speak of thee So gratious and so good Thow Lord wilt giue me leaue to speak And I thy praise wil shew For so the graces do requyre Thow doest on me bestow If thow sin-offringes had'st desyr'd As wonted weere to bee How gladly those for all my illes I would haue yeilded thee But thow accepts in sacrifise A sorowing soule for sin Despysing not the hart contryte And humbled mynde within Deale gratiously o louing Lord In thy free bounties wil VVith Syon thy dere spouse in earth And fortify it stil That so thow maiest thence receaue That soueraigne sacryfise From alter of all faithful hartes Deuoutly where it lies To thee o Father glory bee And glory to the Sonne And glory to the holy Ghost Eternally be donne AMEN In imitation of the fyft penitential Psal Beginning Domine exaudi orationem meam Psal 101. O Let o Lord thyne eares enclyned bee To heare the prayers that I make to thee And my hartes grief that breaketh forth in cryes O let it haue the power to pearce the skyes Turne not from me thy fauourable face VVhat day or howre I am in heauy case But when I call to thee in my destresse O heare me Lord and send me soone redresse My dayes and yeares alas with litle gaine Lyke vnto smoke how are they past in vaine My forces Lord how are they partch'd and dry Deuotions lack yeilds moisture no supply The blasted grasse my image now can shew My withered hart confirmes that it is so And I forgotten haue vnto my grief To eat the bread of my soules best relief And my too much regard of earthly care Before my self for grace I could prepare Made reason to abandon reason quyte And to affection fast it self vnyte Bur now o Lord since that I do begin To see my self and know the shame of sin From earthly traine I wil retyre my mynde Thee wil I seeke my sauing helth to fynde In desert lyke as liues the Pelicane Or as the crow that doth day light refraine Or chirping sparow sitting all alone I shrowd I watche retyr'd I make my mone But whyle O Lord I do endure this lyf Expecting peace by fleeing wordly stryf Old freindes I fynde become new noysome foes O loue me Lord for losse of loue of those My penance not restraind through scorne of theirs My food I take with ashes with teares Thee more I feare least thow on me should'st frowne That can'st mee raise and raising cast me downe My dayes declyne as doth a shadow passe And I as hay that whylome was as grasse But thow from age to age shalt euer bee Then euermore o Lord forget not mee Voutsafe o Lord in puissance to aryse To raise thy Sion that depressed lies Now is the tyme the tyme doth now expyre It mercy wantes and mercy doth desyre This glorious woork was first begun by thee Thy seruants earst were glad the stones to see And they wil grieue with hartes-afflicted care If so the ruynes thow do'st not repare But when o Lord thy woorks shal shew thy fame The faithlesse people then shal feare thy name And eartly kinges shal bend their glory downe At thy celestial glorie and renowne Because thy Churche thy Syon thow did'st buyld VVhere thow would'st euer haue thy honor hild And haest not vnregarded hard the plaint Of faithful folk thrall'd in vntruths restraint And that no tyme remembrance may impare Of thy maintayned woork and mercy rare Let people now for people to ensew Thy prayse record thy praises to renew For from high heauen to this low earthly place From blis to bale our Lord enclynes his face The groanes to hear the greiued to releasse
Leonilla of that lore And setled Secundâ—â—a Sebastiana whome saint Paule Did bring to Christe his loue And Reparata dead whose ghoste Ascended lyke a doue Faire Flora and Maria both And Flaâ—ia Doâ—itilla Good Dula and Demetria Gaudentia and Lucilla VVith Alexandra six besyde For Christe their blood haue spent And Ciriaca and fyâ—e more VVith bodies rac'd and rent VVith other martyresses twelue Theodosia went to heauen Eu'n as at Sâ—â—irna for that cause Dy'd holy virgins seauen Six that were called Candâ—da Gaue beauty to that name More fairer far then â—t self â—ound Doth signify the same Some maried were and some were maydes Their suffrance sundry wayes There cause all one their only king Did all to glorie raise Seauen of the name of Iulia Did one of them ensue VVhereby eight martirs glorious crownes To this one name is due And of the name Iustina fyue As of Pelagia were Of Martiana there were three VVhose count Valerâ—â— beare Of this most glorious troop and ranck Of martrid woomen-kynde I shal not nede to recon morâ— Thoughe many more I fynd For euen as these rehearsed here There crosse with Christ sustayn'd So did the rest and all with Christ Al glory haue obtayn'd In sundry regions of the earth Ful many more besyde For faith for vow for zeal to Christâ— Ful gloriously haue dyde Chaste VVâ—â—nâ—frid did feele of death The bloody stroke and sting As Dympâ—a of her father did A pagan Irish King VVith soule and body vndefyld In endlesse lyf to raigne Good Vrsula and all her troop Endured to be slaine And Câ—rdula that hid her self Her lyf thereby to saue Came foorth and yeilded vnto death Her lyf thereby to haue To bring the number in accompâ— Vnable is my skil Of all such glorious martirs names And their endured il But in the Lambe his booke of lyf No one omitted is Nor no one wo that they sustaynd Vnrecompenst in bliâ— No more then their formenterâ— misse Their iust reward in hel For each inflicted grief and smart VVherewith they them did quel Exyl'd those wretches are from heaueâ— And odious dead in earth Yet in helles horror neuer dy Though euer feeling death Meane whyle the chosen saintes of God In heauen euer liue And euer glorie vnto him In all reioysing giue Al clad in whyte for puritie Each with a golden crowne And bearing palmes of victory As enseignes of renowne No eye hath seene no eare hath heard No hart of man conceaued No sight no sound no thought of ioy As now they haue receaued All griefes are now extinguished All sorrowes haue â—n end No teares can fall from weeping eyes Nor sighes from hart ascend O gâ—orioâ—â— troop whose praise the heau'ns VVith melodie refouâ—◠〈◊〉 Accept that wee as câ—coes here Yeild noise vnto the sound And when for your true followed faith VVee any wo sustaine Our constant suffrance of the same Voutsafe of God obtayne Deo gratiae A RESEMBLANCE OF MARTYRS BEfore the craggy flint Meetes with the hardned steel It seemes not to conteyne The vertue it conteynes But when it doth the stroke Of swift encountring feel Eu'n then the force appeers That hid in it remaines Right so resolued myndes Through wicked fortunes wheel Encountring with misâ—ap And feeling bitter paynes Make fyre of sacred Ioue From ardent zeal proceed VVhich mounting vp to heau'n Doth all the Starres exceed TE DEVM LAVDAMVS OR The song of S. Ambrose S. Augustyne TO thee O God wee praises giue VVee thee our Lord confesse Eternal father all the earth Adores thy woorthynesse The Angels heau'ns heau'nly powers Yeild praises all to thee The Cherubinnes and Scraphinnes Sound out incessantly O holy holy holy Lord. O God of Sabaoth Thy glorious maiesty repleates The earth and heauen both To thee the quyre so glorious Of thy Apostles all To thee the number woorthy-praise Of prophets cry and cal The army of thy martirs bright Thy praises do expresse Thy holy Church through-out the earth Doth thee o Lord confesse Father of endlesse Maiestie Thy only Sonne withal Together with the Holy Ghost Comforter of vs all Thow King of glorie arte O Christe And ere the earth begonne Thow of thy father did'st remaine His euer beeing Sonne Thy willingnesse man to releas Made thee in earth to come And for that cause not to abhor Thy maiden-mothers woombe And when the sting of cruel death By the was vanuisht quyght Thow opned'st then thee realme of blis To each belieuing wight In glorie of the father thow Do'st sit at Gods right hand VVee hold thee for the iudge by whome Our causes must bee skand VVee humbly therefore thee desyre Voutsafe thy seruants ayd Of whome with thy moste pretious blood The ransomes thow ha'st paid O make that wee rewarded bee VVith thy deer saintes in blis Eu'n with thy glory and thy grace VVhich euer during is Thy people and thyne heritage O Lord saue and defend And gouerne them and stil their praise In altitude extend And from offending thee by sin This day do thow vs saue And mercy haue on vs O Lord Lord on vs mercy haue And as our trust in thee hath bene Such let thy mercy bee Confounded let mee not become That hoped haue in thee HOVV GOD IN ALL AGES hath bin serued with Sacrifise Sacrificium sub lege Naturae WHen God created man and rule vnto him gaue Of creatures all on earth and eu'ry earthly thing And knowlege of his God did in his hart engraue Subiection so to know vnto his soueraigne King Then for to know and yeild what homage hee would haue Nature by her instinckt vnto his mynde did bring And Sacrifise it was and well accepted than Thus mannes adoring God with sacrifise began Sacrificium sub lege Moyses VVHen froÌ„ the how 's of thralle through ayd of heau'uly might Gods people were led foorth by Moysis then their guyd For this new freedome found it rested that of right God with augmented thankes must now bee gratifyde And him to honor more in more then wonted plight Old Sacrifise was now with new rytes beautifyde So for more good receau'd more gratitude did rise Which still to God was don in doing sacrifise Sacrificium sub lege Euangelica VVHen Gods dere Sonne from heau'n did vnto earth desced Lost loue of God againe for mannes release to win Himself in sacrifise blood-sacrifise did end When his high prised blood did satisfy for sin But since Gods seruice must on sacrifise depend He chang'd not took away what faith did first begin And did ordaine himself in Sacramental wise To bee to God for man a soueraigne sacrifise SAINT PEETERS COMFORT EV'n there where sin my silly soule defyld Shame bad mee hy and seeke to hyde my face Foule face of myne that that faire face behild And could my so wel knowing it out face And make himself eu'n whome I did deny True witnes vnto my fals periury I scarsly was gon foorth out of the halle VVhen sorrow straight