phantastike meate My bodies figure and a tipike VVine For I a substance promist ' not a signe The Architect of lies maketh such Feasts And vvith like fopperies deceiues his guests Hee carries them to Castles of the aire And makes them thinke they feede on daintie fare VVhen they eate nothing all are trickes of his Each thing a signe each thing a shaddov is They neither haue before them flesh nor fish But idle faith composeth eu'ry dish Call they not mee impostor vvith high Priests VVho saie that I so jugle vvith my ghests I bid them to a banquet saie their meate Shall be diuine my bodie they shall eate But vvhen they sit dovvne an od fellovv saith Take eate this bread and feed on Christ by faith The putid Berengarius mumbled so And long since for an Heretique did goe And yet the people must persuaded be That such a dinner vvas ordain'd by me MARIE his Mother vvho triumph'de or'e Hell Giueth a voice to making of this Bell. And bids all people to this Temple goe VVhich in the former lines my Muse doth shevv And thus she speakes This Church vnto my Son Belongs for in it are due honours done To mee his Mother IESVS Priests are heere For pietie hath builded euerie vvhere Many faire Altars and to honour mee The vvorld continuall sacrifice doth see Each hart is made an holy Altar stone VVhereon due victimes vnto mee are done Petitions are the Hoasts vvhich please mee vvell As vvith deuotions Frankinsence they smell VVhen as the vvorld its first beginning had And sin had made the tvvo beginners sad Great God the serpent punishing from vvhom Both sin and sadnesse came pronounc'd this doome That there should be an euerlasting vvarre T'vvixt mee and Satan betvvixt those vvho are His Sons and such vvho from my bovvels spring Such Children at the Crosse I forth did bring That vvas the groning Bed I laie vpon VVhen at my IESVS death I did beare IOHN And in him the vvhole Church my eldest boie Borne vvithout paine but not vvithout much joye Great IESVS vvas the earth and heauen smilde VVhen my vvombe blest the vvorld vvith this braue child IESVS and IOHNS acknovvledge I my seed In sorrovv IOHNS as RACHEL I did breed IOHNS knovving I am theirs and IESVS Mother VVith filiall loue affect me 'fore all other Knovv then that Tempel in the vvhich you see My progenie IESVS true Church to bee Novv by these markes you shall my children knovv A great respect and loue to me they shovve They knovv vvhat grace on earth God to me gaue They knovv vvhat glorie in the heau'ns I haue Such Chrysostome such Anselme Bernard vveare By God instructed in my visions share They knovv vvhat int'rest I haue in my Son He euer hath and vvill graunt mee each boone Like Bersabee I sit at his right hand And though I doe intreat yet I commaund Therefore to mee they doe direct their prairs My Son heares my petitions I heare theirs A mothers title doth my IESVS moue Mee to helpe them forceth a Mothers loue VVhere you see Virgins deuoute humble lovv There 's IESVS Church into that Temple goe VVhere you see some vvith loues vvings mount on high They are my seed so vvhilst I liu'de did I. Mine are those Children vvho make me their glasse T' adorne themselues vvith virtues as I vvas By such apparell you my seed shall knovv But Satans sons in diff'rent habits goe Yet learne their markes that vvhen you shal them meet You may discerne them by their clouen feete God promised a vvoeman vvho should tread On the old serpens necke and bruise his head Am I not shee vvho conceiu'd vvithout sin In Mothers vvombe to bruise him did begin VVhom sin taints not sin is the serpents head Such trample on him yea such strike him dead EVE vvas a cursed tree on vvhich did grovv To ADAM and his generation vvoe I bore a fruit IESVS my royall Son VVho did restore vvhat ADAM had vndone Grovving in Caluarie vpon a CROSSE He did repaire terrestriall Edens losse VVherefore 'gainst me vvhom mightie God did chuse And as a meanes in mans redemption vse 'Gainst mee the Mother of the God of Hoafls The Prince of Hell musters his damned Ghosts 'Gainst mee each Goblin each infernall sprite Proclaimeth vvarre spitteth at mee his spite But since my person they cannot come nigh Glorie and grace haue lifted me so high That diu'lish malice vvhich to mee they ovve In blasphemies and opprobries they shovv So doth the Serpent and his vvicked race Diminish that all ouer-shadovving grace VVherevvith the holy Ghost my soule did fill VVhen IESVS leauing high Olympus hill Chose my parthenian vvombe that flesh to make VVhich on himselfe the Deitie vvould take VVhen they dare saie offenders vvith sin foule As much grace beautifies as my pure soule If God my ANSELME did inspire as hee Affirmes hovv those that are deuoute to me May firmely hope that their names helpe to fill That booke vvhich Gods predestinating vvill Hath vvrit this pietie and filiall loue My deuotes to enroll great God doth moue Shall not such justly feare their names to finde In the blacke booke of death vvhose canker'd minde Replenisht is vvith spight vvith splene vvith hate Against my person and my glorious state Can such more spit their rancourd malice forth Then in diminishing my graces vvorth They saie God me no gifts peculiar gaue So great a sanctitie as I all haue Daies Festiuall ordain'd to honour mee By these my foes quite abrogated be They striue that I Mother of such a Son Should be forgot as if I nought had done The Serpent labours in the Desert vvilde First to deuoure the vvoman then the childe These Caitiues knovv that honour vvhich I share Redounds to IESVS vvhose my merits are For vvhat in mee is eminent is good Is IESVS grace That is the Ocean Floud From vvhence Saints merits flovv and to the maine By gratitude must back returne againe And though they seeme at mee alone to ayme Yet they vvell knovv vvhat dart hurtes me the same VVoundeth my IESVS such relation is Tvvixt him and mee my opprobries are his Therefore vvhen mooued by their du'ilish sire They slander me 'gainst IESVS they conspire VVhen Antiochians vvill their hatred shovv Vnto their Kesars they their statues throvv Contemptibly to ground on Kings they vvreake Their fury as their Portratures they breake Could these Iconoclasts vvith impious hand My person touch I should no more commaund As Angels Empresse nor in highest heau'n Injoye that glorie vvhich my Son hath giu'n But since their malice cannot reach so high They in my holy Pictures me defie They breake and despise these out Churches thr 〈…〉 And if they could they eake vvould vse mee soe Nay vvorse then Saul possest vvith an ill sp'right VVhat serpent could not doe these sons of night Attempted haue vvhilst their blaspheming tongue Hath me defiled vvith transgressions
then the rest VVhat e're your people are be you the best But it may be a Patron of thy name Allures thee rather Fraunce shall giue the same CHARLES surnam'd great for his renovvned facts Thou hast his name haue thou his stile his Acts. Let vs behold thee vvith thy conq'uring bands Reuoke to IESVS faith reuolting landes VVith the fift CHARLES Achilles of our daies Beyond Alcides Pillars Tropheies raise Plus vltra be thy motto thy armes tend And vvhere the vvorld there let thy Empire end Bee euermore victorious euer great Euer obedient to Saint PETERS seate May Romaine Prelate make our England glad As to thy Lyons hee shall Eagles ad And vvith high titles thy braue house aduance As he hath done to Charlemaine of Fraunce Loose Matchiauels and Atheists you mistake Rome vseth to giue Realmes and Kesars make Not to abuse the povv'r of triple Crovvne By foule injustice casting Princes dovvne By Romes authoritie Otho the great In Germanie did fixe the Empires seate Henrie Aniou Plantaginet his childe By ADRIANS gift is Lord of Ireland stild'e Thy royall Ancestors vvhat better name Then Faiths defender haue vvho gaue the same The Cath'like title vvhat a splendor brings To the stil Conquering Hesperian Kings So Capets race of Christian stile more brags Then of the Lilies in their royall flags Faiths champion Christian Catholike these three Most glorious titles be combind'e in thee Besides my vvishes O that I could giue Then thou there should no greater Monarke liue Momus found fault and I vvould take his part VVeart not against my God that each mans hart Had not a vvindovve that the vvorld might see VVhat realties therein inuolued bee Then the slie hypocrite durst not speake faire VVhen from smooth vvords his thoughts dissenting are Your Courtly Gallant durst not your hands kisse VVhen in his hart all rancour lodged is False Iudas durst not to his Maister bovv VVith apish complements protest svveare vovv Heape on him blessings vvish a vvorld of good VVhen in his purse the price is of his blood Heere I could vvish my breast vvere made of glasse That so thy Royall sight great Prince might passe Into my soule and see that I vvould doe As I doe vvish had I a povv'r thereto But IESVS loue I hope hath made me poore And hauing vvished I can doe no more BESELEEL Virgins carues of Iu'rie bone Of such King SALOMON did make his throne An Eliphant then vvhich no beast doth liue More temperate more vvise his tooth doth giue If in Elections vvisdome hath chiefe place By Virgins choise vvee 'le censure of their grace They need not enuie PHAROES daughters lot VVho for their Spouse Gods vvisest Son haue got VVho can sufficiently describe hovv chast These are vvho as terrestiall Angels pla'st In our lovve Heau'n through contemplation see All things in Earth contemptible to be In God they doe behold as in a glasse Hovv all delights doe like a shadovv passe Shadovvs leaue nought behind th' are black th' are fowle Pleasures of flesh hovv blacke make they the sovvle They in one instant end in one begin Behind them nothing leaue but guilt of sin And tell me vvhat is sin nothing at all VVhat e're is extant in the ample Ball Of this large vvorld God made and God vvas glad That by his making hand it being had Only thou misbegotten Monster sin As Bastards vse to doe cam'st stealing in Ashamed of thy birth God neuer put Least finger to thy being Hell vvas shut Thou vvert the Key to open it Day-light Thy birth did turne into eternall night Curst be thy birth-daie neuer it appeare Nor be it reco'nd 'mongst daies of the yeare Like Atreus feasts doe thou Apollo scarre Abhorring thee let him turne backe his Carre Thy hate make Titan hide himselfe and staie T'vvixt Thetis armes more then his vvonted daie Be thou expected and as thou dost fayle Of them be cursed vvho doe chase the VVhale Let Starres that daie borrovv no light of Sun And the sad Moone forget her course to run The vniuerse be on that blacke daie sad That thou vve'rt borne let only Hell be glad O that our Curses vvhich on thee doe lite Could turne thee to a sempiternall night VVee vvill be angrie vvith thee vvretched EVE The mother of this Childe thou did'st conciue The Monstrous Bastard Satan vvas his fire But yee adult'rous couple doe conspire And vvith such slights contriue the matter that ADAM must Father the mis-gotten brat Fond vvoman God made thee of the Mans bone To helpe him that he should not be alone This vvas your end and you performe it vvell You helpe him but in vvhat to goe to Hell No sooner vveare you made but you must vvalke To recreat your selfe and enter talke VVith Satan vvhen your bellies full of chat You cast your eyes novv on this fruit novv that The Diuell by the vvan dring of your eye That your teeth vvater presently doth spie And vvith much kindnes doth an Apple pare Praies you to taste it and to giue a share To your Good-man for so good manners vvill It vvill suffice yea both to eat your fill O foolish Man VVhat dost thou meane that bit Hath many poysons many Hels in it Trust not the lookes although it please the Eye Millions of Miseries in it doe lye Trust not thy Palate though it doe tast vvell It vvill not be digested but in Hell Hee scarse doth eat it vvhen infernall Gates VVith violence flye open iron grates Of Hell are burst anxieties cares feares Sorrovv vvith all her vveeping Children teares Suspition jealousie lavvles desire Vnbridled lust pretentions to aspire Fond joyes sad discontent at present state Auersion from good anger enuie hate Darknesse of mind peruersitie of vvill And vvhat in both can be suspected ill These Monsters vvith their pale Commander Death Kept hetherto as Prisoners beneath And neuer should haue seene the light of Sun Hearing vvhat Man against his God hath done Scorne longer to obey grimme Plutoes Lavves But they vvill forth and vindicate Gods cause VVhat hauock amongst Rebels doe they make Hovv many soules send dovvne to stygian lake By the effects judge ADAM of thy fault These mischiefes are the purchase thou hast bought Corruption is the house the land large vvoes In vvhich though vvith teares vvat'red no good grovves At hovver of death making thy latest vvill Thou vs bequeth'st this legacie of ill And for Executor Satan doest trust VVho though a Banckrupt yet in this is just And takes such care that joyntlie vvith our breath VVee doe receaue thy legacie of death Hence doe proceed if vvee reuolue out fate The vvoes vvhich follovv Mans accursed state Hence those afflictions that attend our vvaies Those sad Catastroph's of our vvretched daies Hence that vnequall share of joyes and paine A drop of pleasure but of vvoe a maine O hadst thou lou'd God more EVE not so vvell Thou vvould'st haue
dunge Counsailes and Fathers haue religious bin Mee to exempt vvhen as they treat of sin And yet these foule-mouthd'e Cerberi dare houle That IESVS Mother is vvith blacke sin foule So did not the Archangel GABRIEL sing VVhen he from heau'n his Embassie did bring But thus began Hayle of thy sexe the best Store-stouse of grace amongst all vvoemen blest The Fathers svvimme in this Embassage streame Making the Angels vvordes my praises theame VVho dare a note hovvle contrarie to this Sing not as Angel but vvith Serpent hisse But though Dogs barke yet Cynthia keepes her course These Curres may houle but haue no further fource Although these Deuils against mee conspire Yet am I vvorshipped of Angels Quire Mauger the Serpent mauger errors pride In glories Chariot I triumphant ride These are the Clothes vvhich Satans children vveare The markes of Cain vvhich on their fronts they beare A deadly hatred and malitious splene Gainst IESVS Mother and the Angels Queene Such such are Serpents of-spring Satans seed VVhen you incounter them flie flie vvith speed Knovv IESVS loue in such can neuer dvvell VVho of his Mother knovv not to speake vvell Auoyd their companies their verie breath Is dangerous and can ingender death Hovv fatall vvas the serpents hissing noise VVhen he Eue murdred vvith his only voice Vild Heretiques of vvorse site sons as ill Haue of their father learnd vvith vvords to kill Hereticall assemblies are a schole VVhere Satan sitting on his pest'lence stole False doctrine teacheth and vvith forged tales Gainst me my Son and his Saints daily railes But vvhere are pious vvorshippers of me Assure your selues there IESVS Church to be VVhere IOHNS assemble there the true Church is If you finde one you cannot th' other misse Angels vvho not pertake our speaking art By signes vvill vtter their true meaning harte And saie this is that Church vvhich IESVS built Those verie vvalls he made the roofe he guilt Into this Church all nations enter in VVhere truest Sacrifice is done for sin Heere shed your teares here IESVS vice-roies sitt VVho can your sins vvashed vvith teares remit Iudges to vvhom IESVS such povvre hath giu'n That vvhat they here doe is confirm'd in heau'n In this Church vvee attendants on our King As IESVS Prelates doe the High Masse sing And eleuate our mightie Lord on High In signe of Homage on the lovv earth lie By Quires of Angels are song joyfull laies VVhen sinfull soules forsake their vvonted vvaies In Penitents conuersion shares haue vvee Our ruines by their risings filled bee Of it and those vvho in this Tempell are Are vvee protectours and haue speciall care VVhereas those Synagogues vvhich schisme and pride Haue cobled vp not Michael doth guide But Lucifer vvith his blacke guarde attends And brings at last vnto disastrous ends Chiefe Senatours of IESVS Common vveale Th'Apostles in this manner ring a peale That Church vvhich of th'Apostles taketh name Is IESVS Church vvee did erect the same Against this Church Hell gates fight but in vaine VVee are the Pillars vvho this Church sustaine Firme Pillars and strong firmament of Truth Supporting it mauger vvhat Satan doth Those Synagogues on Pillars doe not stand VVhich vveare built vp by Magus impious hand By Cerinth Marcion but in Pillars ' turne ' Are rotten stickes vvhich in Hell fire shall burne The houses vvith them joyntlie shall decaie The houses vvhich these vvorkemen make of Claie Opinions Preaching nothing else but ease Opinions vvhich prone to ill nature please Are rotten stickes vvhen Simon Magus said To gaine heau'n faith sufficient is hee made Of rotten stickes a stie for sensual hogs And like to him a Kennell for foule dogs Eunomius built saying that Faith alone Can saue our soule though good vvorks vve haue none Did not Nouatians build a house of claie VVhilst Priests authoritie they tooke avvaie A house vvhere carnall libertines shall dvvell A house vvhich is the Porters lodge of hell No vvonder though broad be perditions path For Pilgrims tovvards Hell it alvvaies hath No true Confession of sins in the vvay No good aduise the passengers to staie But in that Church vvhich built by IESVS hands On vs Apostles as firme Pillars stands IESVS appointed there should alvvaies sit His Viceroies and the guilt of sin remit And Christians teach vvhere feinds in ambush lie Hovv they their treacheries and snares shall flie Doctors of Physicke vvho vvith vvine and oyle Diseases cure vvhen Priests from sin assoile They povvre in oyle Gods mercie oyle must be VVhich svvimming ' boue his attributes vvee see Pennance by Priests injoyn'd hath the vvines place VVhich though it smart yet hath an healing grace His Viceroies vvho vvhen sinners goe next vvaie To Hell them by good admonition staie Teach Penitents that such and such a fault Their predecessours to perdition brought That such actes are inordinate and fovvle Such customes dangerous vnto the soule Hovv by good customes they must o'rcome bad In Ghostly vvarfare vvhat care must be had So AARONS Priests judg'd of the Lepers skin So IESVS Priests judge betvvixt sin and sin In Church vvhich IESVS vpon vs did raise Such vvas the vse This euen in our daies The custome vvas IESVS vs povver gaue To forgiue sins and vvee it practiz'd haue But vvhere of sins no true remission is Bee sure you shall of IESVS tempel misse Of that Church IESVS no foundation laid But schisme and pride haue the vvhole building made That Church Apost'like is vvhere-vvith great care Traditions of Apostles obseru'd are Things vvhich great IESVS vs alone did teach To the vvhole vvorld vvee aftervvards did Preach And though all circumstances are not vvrit The Majestie of God not thinking fit So to confine himselfe yet they 're as good As if they vvrit in sacred volume stood And in Religious hartes finde as much faith VVho kovv it is as true vvhat IESVS saith As vvhat he vvrites so vve haue Christians taught That Baptisme children frees from ADAMS fault Inspir'd by God vvee ordaind Lenten fast VVorship of Images in Tempels pla'st These vvee as IESVS substitutes ordain'de And haue in Christs Church hetherto remaind VVhere these are kept that Church is IESVS spouse Goe in all people there keepes IESVS house The Martyrs vvho vvith death their Crovvnes did vvin Ring such a peale and call all people in That Church vvhich by sad persecution grovves And more it is oppressed by her foes The more increaseth vvas by IESVS made IESVS of it the vvhole foundation laid The Parget vvhich this building makes so good And joynes the stones is glorious Martyrs bloud VVhen other sects by frovvning Caesars ire Consumed are like drie vvood in the fire VVee as true gold such is Gods heaun'ly mighte Are purifi'de and made to shine more bright VVho should of Sixtus and his Laurence tell If Valerianus had not bene so fell VVho e're had heard of braue Sebastians praise Had hee not liu'de
in Dioclesians daies Great Rome three hundreth thousand Martyrs shovves Expos'd to beasts burnt rackt by cruell foes And thirty glorious Popes in order stand VVho lost their liues by Persecutors hand Can all the sectes vvhich haue bene since Christs daies Together joyned such a number raise If it be chiefest loue our liues to spend Iesus saith so in seruice of our friend VVas not the charitie of Romaines much VVhose Massacres for Iesus sake vvere such No vvonder eake though Romaine ground be good A Nilus vvatred it of Martyrs bloud VVe lost our liues and yet vvee vvon the field And made our bloudie persecutors yeild Tvvo Kesars vanquisht in these bearing fights To CONSTANTINE resigne their Kingly rights And first a Christian killing hand doth vvant E're martyrs readie to be kiâ—d are scant IESVS ordaining that his friends shal gaine Not by resisting but by being slaine So he him selfe made Hell and diuels flie VVhen on the CROSSE on Golgoth he did die No armour must vvee bring into the field But a sole Buckler patience is this shield This is enough to gaine the promist Crovvne Sufficent eake to cast Hells povvers dovvne The rising vvaues vvhich drovvne each other barke Lift only from the ground just NOAHS Arke Though other Cocke-boates perish in the seas VVhilst no milde Neptune makes the billovves cease Yet vvhen the surges tosse Saint PETERS barge IESVS himselfe best Palinure hath charge IESVS himselfe great Neptune of the Sea IESVS vvhom VVindes and AeOLVS obey Hee calmes the vvaues vvith his all-potent hand And brings our Pinnace to desired land VVhere is Iouinians Hoie vvhere Arrius Boate Though furnished vvith seamen of such noate Eusebij and other learned men Rovved in Arrius Boate vvith tongue and pen Rotten vvith time their Pinnace vvater drinkes And to the bottome miserably sinckes Nor anie ship can long 'gainst billovves stand VVhich is not built and gouernd by Gods hand Of Aibigenses vvhat doth novv remaine But that they vvere by Simon Montford slaine VVho novv for vvicked Hus and Arrius lookes Must finde them in great IESVS Doctors bookes But PETERS ship vvherein did IESVS preach As he the multitude on shore did teach From IESVS daies vnto our present times Hath still made voyages to remote climes And carried Marchants vvho not for base gold But death and blovves their pretious vvares haue sold. Their vvares vveare charitie true-faith firme-hope VVhich they for sorrovves and contemptes did cope Saint PETERS ship made voyages to Chine To Iapons Ilands vvhich on Sinas joyne To the remote America vvhich shovves A flovvre vvhereon the name of IESVS grovves Yee gentle heau'ns smile svveetly on that earth So dignifi'd vvith name of IESVS birth Thrice happie they on vvhose vvell-vvatred ground The name of IESVS flourishing is found IESVS svveete odour our stout hattes did fill VVhen Tyrants vs for IESVS sake did kill To all these Regions PETERS Pinnace fraught VVith Merchandise celestiall virtues brought And though it labourd hath so many yeares Yet svvist it sailes and as nevv made appeares No dangerous syrts no ship-deuouring sands No billovves no perfidious Pyrats bandes Conspiring vvith damnd Ghoasts to Hell cast dovvne Are able Peters vvell-built Arke to drovvne Her Pilote IESVS in no tempests fayles The holy Ghost filleth vvith vvindes her sailes That mauger Satan and his stigian court Shee safe ariues at heau'ns desired porte VVherefore that ship vvhich through all ages hath Carried in her the Merchants of true Faith That ship vvhich of spoiles from Hell-gained brags And for her streamers hath blest Martyrs flags Is Iesus Church vvhich God like a ship formes For t' is exposde to Seas to vvindes to stormes Of this Boate Iesus himselfe hath the charge VVho seeke heau'ns Hauen come into this barge Virgins vvho Lavvrels vveare vpon their head Adorn'de vvith Lilies vvhite and Roses red Virginitie the Lilie vvhite bestovves A glorious death brings forth the ruddie Rose These Nymphs I saie Angelicallie sing And in this sorte a holy peale doe ring A peale vvherein all numbers friendly meete Virgins alone can sing a song so svveete These flovvres vvhich on our frontes make so faire shovv And smell so svveete in Iesus Garden grovv Thence Barbara thence Agnes did them take And a triumphant Garland of them make Iesus Church stands in an Elizian ground VVhere fragrant Roses are and Lilies found VVhere Vestal Virgins haue their deseru'd praise And Martyrs fronts adorn'de are vvith greene Baies VVhere good vvorkes euermore doe fragrant smell Is Iesus Garden Iesus there doth dvvell There îs his bovver there his Summer house There Iesus sporteth vvith his louely spouse Mongst these in English tone sings EBBA slaine For Chastities defence by the stearne Dane VVith many Nuns vvho vnder her charge vvere For of a Monasterie shee had care Offring their Laurels at feete of their King VVith Deboraeh of victories they sing Relate my Muse the subject of their song And speake their Crovvnes gaind by Barbarians vvrong In Collingham eight hundreth yeares agoe Or there-abouts as Chronicles doe shovv A holy Cloister stood is it not strange That after-times should cause so great a change Then Fathers joyd vvhen Cloistets had their sons Mothers rejoyc'd to see their daughters Nuns And thought their children bestovv'd vvondrous vvell VVhen they serud ' Iesus in a quiet Cell They thought vvhen daughter chose a Cloister life That shee vvas matcht vvith Iesus for his vvife But after-daies doe better ope their eies And then their Ancestors are grovvne more vvise Our times instructed in a deeper schole Haue learnde to call each age precedent foole And put on their Dads backes a Motlie coate Affirming superstition made them dote But le' ts goe on Ebba vvas Abbesse there Many faire Nymphs to her obedient vvere Many faire Nymphs though beautie vvas thought foule VVhich vvas not grast'e vvith beautie of the soule But vvhen our Fathers sin for knovv that sin Oft changeth scepters and brings strangers in So Roderigoes fault brought Mores to Spaine Had made God send to punish Crimes the Dane The Pagan soldier each vvhere spoyld the land No place vvas free from his all-burning hand No holy Church but vvas consum'de by fire No age no sexe could pacifie his ire Though no vvhere more the Deuill his part plaid Then vvhereas pietie had houses made For holy Nuns and consecrated vvights To spend in diuine praier their daies and nights Satan too conscious of the dailie maime By these he suffreth and hovv they proclaime VVarre 'gainst his Kingdome vvith peculiar spite Makes his infernall feinds gainst these to fighte Speake Alberstate and Mansfield as you brag Of Monasteries spoiles vnder vvhose flag Your vvarfare is Satan vvill paie you vvell And vvhat vvants here you shall receaue in Hell To Collingham the Mansion of our Nuns A troupe of Pagans came Satan these sons On Gentilisme begat The house they take For vvhat resistance could poore vvomen make The Vestments Chalices the holy things Surely my
dies Great GREGORIE procurer of our blisse The Quires chiefe Maister and directour is Though Pope yet for his Father BENETS sake He for his sisters holy songs vvill make And though the ditties vvith their tunes are plaine Yet there is Majestie in en'ry straine Yea though deaths songs resound in eu'ry place Yet shall this sorrovv giue the Musike grace And men shal argue as their rauisht eare Such pleasant straines of Melodie doth heare VVhether on Organs once more Angels plaie VVhilest manie Cecilies together praie Or els the Nine leauing their forked hill Our lovver Orbe vvith Harmonie doe fill Here also vve behold bare-footed CLARE Her Damsels eake though noble bare-foote are I dispute vvith my selfe vvhat shall be done By these so royal Ladies vvithout shoone Doth it by IESVS vvill to their lot fall To prepare Morter for the Churches vvall Yes sure CLARE vvas a Morter treading Dame The Morter vvas riches base pleasures fame To trample on such Morter CLARE did vse This vvas the reason vvhy shee vvore no shoes And that trash vvith vvhose loue the vvorld doth burne Her chaster of-spring vvith their feete doe spurne Doe vve not see vvhilst these such Morter tread The vvoeman brusing the old serpents head IESVS to FRANCIS he to CLARE did Preach And all of pouertie a lesson teach She learnes her Nuns in spirit to be poore And then vvhat nature askes to vse no more Nay the strict lavves of pouertie are such That often-times it must not haue so much For vvhere sufficient is nothing doth vvant T is certaine that there Pouertie is scant VVhere transitorie things abundant are There vve doe vvant true daughters of poore CLARE Each Nun must be familiar vvith these foure Daughters of pouertie all Christned poore Poore fare poore Clothes poore lodging and poore Cell Let her not thinke her selfe in health not vvell Vnlesse to these foure sisters vvhom her God So much esteemes shee joyne her selfe the od TERESA glorie of novv-dearest Spaine Top of Carmelus smoothing vvith thy Plane VVhat rugged is each sexe thou makest nevv VVhilst thou dost both vvith abnegation hevv Surely blest Nymph ELIAS vvill not grieue If in his order vve a share thee giue Nor can his children justly make complainte As IESVS giues a Canonized Sainte So vvhen the troopes of IABIN conqu'red are BARACH and IAHELS vvife the glorie share T is true foyld Sisara from BARACH fled Yet IAHELS vvife the nayle strucke on the head The great ELIAS put selfe-loue to flight Thou vvith thy perfect rule dost kill him quite In MOYSES lavv vvhat only vvas in chase Is fully vanquish't in the lavv of grace Sure ZEVXIS had much choise vvho vvhen he vvas To paint Ioues sister as a beauteous las A thousand Virgins had of feature rare Lims equally compacted faces faire Presented to his vievv that euery part VVhich vvas most eminent by his great art He might expresse one Virgin gold thread vveares In tresses place he dravves her golden heires He paints anothers forehead high yet plaine There Venus might make sport and Iuno raigne And curiouflie obserueth all theit eyes As vvanton Cupid vp and dovvne them flies And vvhere the Boye is vvaggish yet in avve Of Mothers presence he that eye doth dravv He makes a nose rise like a marble tovvre Hee eies too lips in vvhich as in a bovvre Fragrant vvith Roses delight lou'de to dvvell Roses they vvere for colour and for smell Hee dravves the Colour vvith his pensil right To giue the smell exceeds his Pensils might Eares as Bee-hiues he makes though no Bee there For Bees vvith stings might the beholders feare But in the patterne may be there vvare some For hovv should honie els in the hiues come Yet tvvo rich perles and they shevvd vvondrous vvel Did hang as Clappers at each siluer Bell. A dimple graced much a Ladies chin Dravving that part he put the dimple in A Nymph as her the painter much doth vievv Dieth her cheekes vvith a Vermilion hevv Those cheekes vvhich by that blushing got much grace Hee blushing paintes and so makes vp his face Like to the face all parts dovvne to the feet In handsomnes and just proportion meete To vvhich he could no more perfection giue Vnlesse his cunning had made all to liue But had Prometheus giu'n heatc to this Dame ' VVe should againe haue hear of Paris flame And once more Phrigians through Sicilians ire Should haue done penance vvith their Citties fire Surely vvhen blest TERESA did deuise The model of her vvorke before her eies God set each order as a beauteous Dame That vvhat in each vvas perfect in her frame Shee might expresse vvith eu'ry order stands IESVS great selfe the vvorke of vvhose blest hands Each order is TERESA on him lookes His vvordes her lessons are his deedes her bookes Shee markes that he doth doe far more then saie VVhen he commands he leads himselfe the vvaie Therefore to Nuns shee Preacheth vvith her actes And teacheth not so much by vvordes as facts As she her life in vvritings forth doth bring VVith Xenophon she faineth not a King But in her selfe trulie expresseth hovv A votarie is bound to keepe her vovv If Virtues fulnesse anie vvhere doth vvant T is vvhere the humble virtue made her scant As she each order vievves a graue svveete Quire From one she learnes though charities best fire Descend from heau'n yet she obserues the care Another hath by meanes of mentall praier To keepe it in This praier must serue the turne And in her Virgins breasts make loues fire burne And vvithout this Relligion is nighte This must to each act giue a cheerefull lighte Her Nuns must oft retire vnto their Cell And there reflect hovv idly or hovv vvell They haue spent precious time hovv that or this They may amend vvhen it is done amisse VVhen in obeying they are slovv vvhen halt VVhat motiues and vvhat meanes to mend this fault Terrene propensions doe keepe dovvne their soule Some blemishes their purity make foule Here meditation makes them mount on highe And to the top of all perfection flie To vvash their sins in IESVS clensing bloud And bath their errours in a vveeping floud Of him vvhose rare discretion is seene In invvard motions the foure virtues Queene Prudence she learnes this doth direct her Quill VVhilest she her Papers doth vvith precepts fill She teacheth hers to meditate on sins And Heli as complacence of good begins To puffe them vp againe vvhen feares cast dovvne To ponder Gods great mercy and heau'ns crovvne She hamm'reth much on this doth this much Preach Hovv vnto God alone their loue must reach They feare loue honour must and serue their God For himselfe onely not for feare of rod VVhich punisheth transgressours not for lust Of those svveete meates vvherevvith he feedes the just She teacheth them although on earth they dvvell To build vvithin their soules an heau'nly Cell The Saints their God in the heau'ns alvvaies finde God dvvelleth in a