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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17048	Saint Peters path to the ioyes of heauen wherein is described the frailtie of flesh, the power of the spirit, the labyrinth of this life, Sathans subtilitie, and the soules saluation. As also the election, liues and martyrdomes, of the twelue Apostles. By W.B.; Saint Peters path to the joyes of heaven.	Broxup, William.	1598 (1598)	STC 3921; ESTC S116865	25,793	61

There is no day in the whole yeere vnto which the number of fiue thousand Martyrs cannot be ascribed except onely the first day of Ianuarie THus gentle Reader not meaning to be offensiue with long circumstances I haue briefely described the liues and martyrdomes of the twelue Apostles amongst which I haue writ of S. Peter more at large then any of the rest and if you deigne fauourably to reade this small ensuing Poeme to the ende you shall encourage mee hereafter to present you with some other worke that may be more pleasing to your kinde view Thus I commit thee courteous Reader to the reading of that which followeth The Argument DID Peter wash his silly soule with teares vnfainedly with true repentance weeping And yet t'was long ere ioy bereau'd his cares Twixt ioyfull hope and sad despaire infleeting How can we then the loathed lumpe of sinne VVithout repentance Ioyes celestiall winne For euery teare that trickled downe his cheekes From the moyst springs of his dimme bleared eies Ten thousand sinnes our sinfull closet keepes VVhile hardened hearts not one Peccaui cries His teares were infinite and past recount Our teares are nothing yet our sinnes surmount Did Peter sinne and did he then repent Did Peter sinne and did he after weepe Did Peter sinne and for his sinne lament Did Peter sinne and was his sorrow deepe Oh did he shedde whole flouds of teares for sinne Before he could his Masters fauour winne How dare we then presuming hope for grace How may we hope more sinfull farre then he How can we hope for heauen Christes resting place VVhere none but Saints and holy Angels be Except with blessed Peter we repent And for our sinnes with earnest teares lament Vbi abundauit peccatum Superabundauit gratia FINIS SAINT PETERS PATH to the Ioyes of Heauen Luke 22. 62. Peter went out and wept bitterly RISE Sinfull man looke on the heauenly light Bee not by Sathan to Hels Bondage brought Let not despairing thoughts thy soule affright To stroy the Treasure Christ so deerely bought Say not with Cain the Lorde cannot forgiue His oyle of grace will thy sicke soule relieue His life preseruing-mercy passeth all The glorious workes that euer he did make For whosoeuer faithfully doth call On his great Name he neuer doth forsake Though skarlet sinnes thy soule doe ouergrow Yet his sweet blood wil wash them white as snow Cast not thy lookes against the sullen ground But looke on Christ fast nayled to the Crosse His death of life did death and hell confound And therewithal redeem'd thy greatest losse Adam wreckt our soules Christ was soules life beginner His blood sau'd thee me the vildest sinner If thy lewd heart all wicked sinnes had wrought Or that the worlds whole sinnes in thee did lie Yet our great GOD that made all things of nought Can banish them with one winke of his eie He can and will if thou in him doe trust And make thy soule copartner with the Iust But if thou aske my Name that is so bold Firmely to vrge Heauens mercie thus to thee And Christs compassion to thy heart vnfold Let thy sicke soule giue healthfull eare to mee Of Christ's Apostles I was counted one But sinful'st wretch that euer men look't on To ' this worldes sight was neuer man more hatefull Or that committed greater sinne then I Nor for Gods blessings could be more vngratefull Who did my heauenly Master flat denie Falsely swearing I did neuer know him When diuers folks to my dull sight did show him Then which fowle fact what could be greater sinne More wickednesse did neuer man commit Yet true repentance did new life beginne Christ did forgiue and all my sinnes forget Repent therefore and faithfully beleeue Then God in mercy will thy sinnes forgiue I will declare my fowle offences storie To giue true comfort to despairing soules But most of all to manifest Gods glorie Whose glorious greatnesse Angels still extols Then beare in minde his all sufficient might And in thy heart engraue what I recite In launcing out the scumme of my fowle crimes Whose vlcer smell impoysoneth cleerest sence Compare therewith thy faults of former times Then note the scope twixt thine and mine offence Flie fast to Christ and imitate my teares If sight thereof affright thy soule with feares Teares shed in time doth winne a blissefull hower For they perfume the soule with lustre ioy The more in plentie greater is their power Combind in blisse from Sathans fowle annoy Then let thy teares for sinne in streames arise Till death damme vp the welsprings of thy eyes Such pearled deaw allureth God to grace Stil'd in the lymbecke of submissiue mindes With heat of contrite heart which brings in place The liquid iuice that fowlest parts refines My suite lay dead and was defer'd by sinne Til teares true Oratours did my verdict winne Confession first makes way to mercies seat Next true Repentance mooues the Iudge to pittie Condemne thy selfe for thy offences great So on thy faultes accusers cannot iettie Christ is thy Iudge thy Sauiour meeke and kinde Then haue no doubt for mercie thou shalt finde Impious wretch vile obiect of disgrace The mappe of shame the excrement of earth A wretched impe the spring of Iones race In faire Bethsaida Citie first tooke breath There tooke I life that true lifes Lord denide The mynt of lies that trueth it selfe defide At mans estate a Fisher I became That with hard toile maintained my simple charge With my poore brother Andrew cald by name Plunged among the mounting waues at large Where we with labour moyld and wearied sore For succour sayld to Galilean shore What time behold on pleasant bancke did stand Our sweet Messias Sauiour of mankind Whose heauenly voyce did call vs both to land Vnworthy men did such great fauour find Come follow me the Prince of peace did say Fishers of men I'le make you both this day Thus from a base and seruile kind of life Vnto a sacred Function were we cald Exempt from former sorrow care and strife Whereto before our heauie heartes were thrald And in this holy seruice did we see The power of God and his great Maiestie Attending on our Master most diuine Vnto a blessed Marriage was he bidden There turnd he water into holesome wine Shewing his Godhead which before lay hidden A foule infected Leaper did he heale Who to the Priestes the same did soone reueale The Captaines seruant that lay sicke in bed And with the shaking palsie sore was grieu'd So soone as Christ the blessed word had said His trembling ioints with helth were straight relieu'd From men possest he threw fierce diuels away And with his word rebukt the raging sea He did restore the blind vnto their sight Lame crippled persons he did make to goe The dumbe to speake and by his powerfull might The dead he rais'd that long lay stinking so And with fiue loaues of bread he did suffice Fiue thousand men before my sinfull eyes