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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	henry_n	king_n	11,333	5	3.8571	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16922	An epitaphe declaryng the lyfe and end of D. Edmund Boner &c. T. Bro. the younger.	Broke, Thomas, the younger.	1569 (1569)	STC 3817.4; ESTC S121720	2,386	2

✚ An Epitaphe declaryng the lyfe and end of D. Edmund Boner c. LO now the lingering hope is past that late the Papistes had Their braggyng brests which boild in hate their hartes with care haue clad They looked long for wished tyme of Antichristes returne When they in wonted wise might spoyle and heapes of Martyrs burne But sée the prouidence of God their malice to asswage He hath bereft these Papistes proud the piller of their rage Their whip their sword their fire brand of wrath their chefest stay The spoyler of the Christian flocke of whom he made a praye For bloudy burnyng Boner now hath made exchaunge of lyfe That whilesome was the murtherer of infant man and wife Yet sometyme be a ●auorer and did professe the troth Defiyng Pope and Popishnes fiue tymes with solemne oth And letted not for to accuse and note of haynous crime Such as were slacke to do the lyke duryng Lord Cromwels tyme. A learned Epistle eke he wrat in prayse and in defence Of Byshop Gardiners worke the booke of true obedience Wherin he doth accuse the Pope his Churche and Romish rable Of haynous crimes right horrible and deedes detestable As tyranny vsurpyng state reprochefull vnto God Of England eke a very spoyle to Christ his flocke a rod. He names the Pope a gréedy wolfe he ioyes in his decay Hopyng the truth long troden downe at length should beare the sway He prayseth much the noble Prince and calles K. Henry vertuous That in suppressyng Popish power he is so studious Wherby most playnly may appeare how Boner had a tast Of Christ and of his Gospell pure tho he them scorned at last In Denmarke eke Ambassadour he published with spéede The booke and Epistle named before as worthy workes in déede Then sent Ambassador to Fraunce from Henry puisaunt Kyng He furthered with frée consent the English Bibles Printyng And caused diuers of the same it semed of godly zeale For to be plast within Paules Church Christes truth for to reueale He causde fiue hundred Testamentes be Printed this I know And those as precious iewels did vpon his frendes bestow But as a wauering weather cocke Lord Cromwell beyng dead Forsaking Christ and all his lawes to papistry he fled And of a Paule became a Saule a Herode thirsting blood As on young Mekins well was sene his cruell killing moode For when one quest had cleard the boy and iudgd him giltles quite He causd another Quest be cald and him condemnd by might Thus draue he forth kyng Henries dayes but when his noble sonne In fathers place to regall throne by due desent was come Then cald to count for his offence as iustice thought it fit In humble wise before the Lordes himselfe he did submit But afterward most stubburnly with great contempt and scorne He did deny his former facte as one ere then forsworne For which offence in prison cast where he with wealth was fedde Without regard of God or prince a peruerst lyfe he ledde But when in brothers sacred seate God would Quéene Mary place This wilfull man from prison cald by her especiall grace Abusing much the lenitie and mercy of the Quéene Such bloody broyles began to brue as earst was neuer séene And lyke a roaring Lion he of Plutoes poysoned band Made hauocke of the saintes of God his Christ he did withstand He trode his gospell vnder foote as much as in him lay With tormoyle great and torments huge the Church he did affray And pitie none would he alow no mercy might him moue His broyling brest enflamed so with popish fathers loue With coales and candle light also of some the bandes he brent Of some the haire from of their face with cruell clawes he rent Some men he beate vpon the face but some most like a beast He scourgd with whips rods O wretch that dede all men detest And breathing forth his tiranny consumde with fire and flame The olde the yong the riche the poore the halt the blinde and lame ●hat should I say my hart it rues the peoples teares recorde The wayled woes for saintes so slayne which is to be abhorde But all this might not moue his mynde for witte gaue place to will Both grace and reason fled him fro his hart was hardened still But when God of his prouidence our famous Quéene did sende To stay the rage of tiranny and wastfull wreakes to ende The mercy of Elizabeth tho it doth farre exceede Could not reclaime his cureles hart which errors still did féede But that he vsde vnreuerently with scoffes in mocking wise Her graces high Commissioners both worthy graue and wise So when the people prayd for him reprochefull wordes he gaue Most vile not christianlike as one that had a soule to saue The second tyme to prison brought where he his lyfe did leaue Where learned men persuaded him vnto the truth to cleaue And flie the fancies of the fonde wherwith he was abusde Unwilling still to heare them speake good Councell he refusde So that vntill his dying houre he shewed no perfect signe Of a repentaunt hart or mynde that would from sinne decline But as he liude a lothed lyfe vnconstant vile and vayne Forsaking faith and natures kynde which God hath in disdayne His glory aye the peoples griefe the poore mans payne his pride A wofull flocke where such a wolfe appointed was for guide Euen so his ende was dolefull to wherin did well appeare On him the iudgement iust of God right wonderfull to heare For dead his face as blacke as coale and monstruous withall His grisly looke so terrible as might a man appall Was to the good a very glasse wherin they all may learne To shunne the way that Boner went and better path deserne Yet tho in lyfe he would not graunt Christes mercy for to craue He wild his wretched Corps with pompe brought should be to the graue Unto the Church whereas sometyme a Prelate plast was he Euen there his solemne obsiquies and funerals to be But sith it was so farre vnméete a place for him more fitt Within the Churchyard of S. George he hath a homely pitt And sith he loued not the light but did the same despise At midnight was he buryed there from vewe of peoples eyes Wherfore ye Papistes all beware forsake this Romish whore And feare the Iudgementes of the Lord which will you els deuoure Recant ye all your heresies and leaue your peruerse way Wherin you walkt so stubburnely so long and many a day Loue God obey your soueraine and pray for her estate Renounce ye all your Maummetry least ye repent to late T. Bro. the younger ¶ Finis ¶ Imprinted at London by Iohn Daye dwellyng ouer Aldersgate ¶ Cum gratia Priuilegio Regiae Maiestatis