The Prologue
AMids the twynnes when [...]
Fayre Cithera, and Iout beingue.
Last ouer went by his course ryght,
That he with them had conioyning:
Commodiously mitigating,
[...]ath Mars and Saturns malice grette,
Whiche in thè Crabbe but lately mette.
Lykewyse Lucina, then hir decte,
With eche planet diligently,
Hir selfe to ioyne with lyke aspecte,
Begynnyng first with Mercury:
To Iupiter consequently,
With Soland Cithera in haste,
With Saturne then, and Mars at laste,
Almightie God that all hath wroughte,
Thus through their course moste naturall,
Within three signes together brought,
These sterres that cr [...]atykes men call:
In these three were these planets all,
The Crab, the Twyns the horned Bull,
Of wonders thus his workes are full.
At this tyme as for my solase,
To bany she pensyue heuynesse:
I went abrode the tyme to passe,
When thought my soule did sore oppresse:
Callyng my muses to to relese,
My soule, whiche dyd in sorowe smarte,
Who aye were wonte to ease my harte.
The Muses nyne I meane whiche teache,
And Christen poets illuminate,
[Page] [...] with pen or mouth they preache,
[...] [...]ertuous and moste godly rate:
Of grace and knowledge they the gate
Doe open in moste gentle wyse,
To all that goodnes exercise.
The fyrste of these is vertue fayre,
Whiche some men doe Arete call.
The seconde faith whiche doth repayre,
To sauing health as principall.
The third place lady hope haue shall.
The fourth is loue: and wysdome fyue,
Whiche doe with grace ryght well reuyue.
Daine temperance the sixt muse is.
The seuenth is dame pacience.
The eight a lady full of blis.
To constancie in good pretence.
The nynthe of good experience,
Is mekenes, or humilitie,
The purchasers of Gods mercie.
To these as I before haue sayde,
I made my playnte still as I went,
Desyring them of helpe and ayde,
Els am I all in peeces rent:
For ignorance moste pestilent,
With hir sonne error me assayle,
And would against my soule preuayle.
At lest (quod I) dere helpes alas,
Let come Arete, and dame Spes:
Brynging with them dame Charitas,
That they my harte may bryng to ease.
[Page] And take from me my great disease:
This ougly griefe vyle ignorance,
And in hir stede knowledge aduance.
At last I sate downe on a grene,
Vnto a banke lenyng my backe:
But Phebus beames so whot did shyne,
That it constreined me to take,
The shade vnder the freshe grene brake.
Not farre from me then streight I spyde,
A groue whiche was there harde besyde:
Where as eche byrde, with y• swete noyse
That nature gaue them to endure,
Began my harte for to reioyse,
Their notes my thought were so demure:
Whiche in short space did me procure,
My thoughtfull harte for to apalle,
That I into a sleape gan falle.
But in this slumber as I laye,
My spirit receyude no quiet rest.
Wherfore I wakte agayne streightwaye,
So sore encombred was my brest:
Whiche sought therof to be relest.
Thus on my muses gan I craue,
Take pitie on your simple slaue.
But then a freshe I herde agayne,
The byrdes that sang so swete a note,
To whom I sayde with glad harte fayne,
Now Christe his blessing on your throte:
And to my mynde it came I wote,
[Page] With laude and prayse for to aduance,
In them the Lordes hyghe ordinance,
O God (quod I) omnipotente,
We render the with hartes so pure,
All laude and prayse with good intente.
Thy handy workes doe me allure,
That my harte can ryght well indure,
For euer in this place to dwell.
And straight againe on sleape I fell.
But sure I had not rested long,
Yer that into a dreame I fell.
I sawe my thought the flowres among
Fayre ladies three, whiche dyd excell
The prayse that any tongue can tell,
Aprochyng towardes me full faste,
For soth I was right sore agaste.
Me thought they compaste me about,
Standing as in a syrcle trayne,
The midlemoste without all doubte,
Dyd farre excelle the other twayne,
Them to beholde my harte was fayne:
Forsothe it was a semely syghte,
My harte therin dyd muche delyghte.
As I dyd earnestly beholde,
These ladyes three that weare so bryght.
From care my harte began vnfolde:
For I receiued per [...]ec [...]e syghte,
That madame hope so full of myght,
Was one of that same ladyes three,
That so about had compast me.
Of whom I had the knowledge founde,
By readyng of the worde of God.
As I behelde hyr in that stounde,
Hyr head at me she gan to nod.
Then from my harte the heauy lode,
Consumde away, with all my thought:
For hope was come whom I had sought.
Then vp to hyr my handes I caste,
And kneled downe vpon the grounde:
Welcome (quod I) my hartes repaste,
That I haue sought, now haue I founde.
The healer vp of this my wounde.
That iustice hath so fiersly made,
With thought, that sharpe and cuttyng blade.
She tooke me then in hyr armes twayne,
And thus to me she sweetly sayde.
Be strong (quod she) stande vp agayne,
Oh man why shouldste thou be a [...]ayde,
For God hath made me for thyne ayde:
To thee we are sent from aboue,
Both vertue, hope, and also loue.
To loue then dyd I turne my face,
And vnto hyr I bowde my knee.
And gently she did me embrace,
Be of good chere O man (quod she:)
For here is also come to thee,
(According to thy prayer true)
Arete or lady vertue.
When I had heard howe they had sayde,
That lady vertue was in place,
[Page] My harte forfothe was sore dismayde,
And colour rose streyght in my face:
And downe I fell before hir grace,
Desyryng hir beneuolence,
To pardon my rude negligence.
That lady then did me beholde,
And stepte and caught me by the hande.
Be not dismayde (quod she) be bolde,
And vp vpryght before me stande:
For I doe the to vnderstande,
That I am come downe from aboue,
And brought with me both hope and loue.
To hope and loue then dyd she call,
And thus began her tale to tell.
Marke well (sayd she,) for shewe I shal,
How men from them do me expell,
And against their lorde God rebell:
Estemyng me but of small pryce,
And wholy geue them selues to vyce.
The lorde did ordeyne me for man,
That I should richely hym endue.
Why doe they thus forsake me than,
And synne and vyce so muche ensue?
Forsoth, because they be vntrue,
Regardyng their owne wyt and wyll,
And wyll not harke gods worde vntyll.
Gods worde, no no, alas therfore,
Ther is no thyng I dare w [...]ll saye,
That worldly men doe more abhorre,
He that hath wyt perceyue it may:
[Page] Their outwarde workes doe them bewraye,
For when gods worde byds them amende,
With reason they the [...]r vyc [...] defende.
And to be briefe nowe eche estate,
Doth seke all m [...]anes vyce to maynteyne:
And are with meat great debate,
So that I doe not ryghtly reigne.
At me the most part haue disd [...]yne:
All saue a fewe doe me resiste,
Whiche seweat, the electe of Christe.
And thou O man marke what I saye,
To the I wyll my mynde declare:
That thou mayst nowe perceyue the waye,
Of worldly m [...]n, and howe they fare:
That afterwarde thou mayest prepare
Thy selfe to doe and worke my wyll,
In that whiche I saye the vntyll.
Their pryde they name nowe cleanlynes,
And auarice is polycie:
So doe they name wrath manlynes,
And loue they call vyle lecherie,
Namyng enuie good memorie.
They call glutony fare honeste
And slouth they call naturall reste.
Extortion lawfull gettyng,
Idolatrie catholyke fayth,
Vsury is wytty wynning,
Vyce is vertue as eche man sayeth:
But in the truthe who nowe hym stayeth?
Rebellyon is common welth,
And manly shifte, robrie and stelth.
Oppression is good gouernance,
Crueines is seueritie,
The prodigall their dedes aduance,
And call it lyberalytie.
And Sodoms synne is chastitie,
Among those whiche compte mariage synne,
Whose wickednes wyll neuer blynne.
Some lyue in wylfull pouertie,
And beggers haue the proudest harte.
Thus wade they in hipocrisie,
And idlenes for the moste parte,
Whiche causeth vertue to departe:
For idlenes the mother is,
Of all mischiefe and thinges amys.
It is a thyng ay incident,
That eche man hath felicitie,
On some one thyng the mynde is bente,
In wysdomes schole, or in folye:
And doe their myndes wholy aplye,
That they may it attayne and gette,
Wheron theyr harte is fyxte and sette.
The couetous delyghte in goulde,
The lechour in his fleshly luste.
The proude would haue all men beholde,
Their painted shethe of dounge and duste:
The slothfull sleape, and slomber muste,
The wrathfull and the enuious noye:
Whose whole delyghte is to destroye.
The glutions loue their panche to fyll.
The dronkards doe delyghte in drynke:
[Page] And eche of these to haue theyr wyll,
No coste nor charge to greate they thynke:
Thus in a fansie all men synke,
And eche mans care is to aspyre,
Vnto his luste and hartes desyre.
Some studie in Astronomie,
Delyghting to beholde the sterres,
Some in musyke and harmonie,
And cosmographie some preferres.
Some in fygures, some in numbers.
Some doe delyghte philosophie,
To knowe on earth eche herbe and tree.
The fowlers haue their whole delyghte,
To deuyse engyns byrdes to take:
Suche as in fyshing haue a syght,
They angles and their net [...]es wyll make,
And take great payne for fansies sake.
The faulkners hauke is his pleasure,
The hunter wyll good houndes procure.
In all thynges either good or yll,
That man doth folowe or embrace,
Felicitie they haue and wyll:
Their hartes desyre for to purchace.
Then happy are they whiche by grace,
Loue vertues supernaturall,
Whiche bryghtly shyneth aboue all.
Ye happy are those men I saye,
That haue in vertue their delyghte:
For in their sorowe they wyll praye,
For helpe and ayde to God almyghte,
[Page] And in their myrth their fayth moste ryght,
Doth cause them noty psaimes to synge,
And spirituall song [...]s to his praysyng.
As vyce doth cause delyght in synne,
To folowe all iniquitie,
And alwaye seketh waies to wynne,
Mens souls in wretched vylaynie:
So vertue in the contrarie,
Doth by all meanes hir selfe behaue,
The soule of man to blesse and saue.
O then you that my seruantes be,
In me haue all your exercise.
And as ye doe delyght in me,
So looke that y [...] doe enterpryse,
All good thynges vertuous and wyse:
That by your badge it may be sene,
That I am your lady and quene.
Suche as in carnall loue reioyce,
Trim songes of loue they wyll compile,
And synfully with tune and voyce
They syng their songes in pleasant stile,
To Venus that same strompet vyle:
And make of hir a godd [...]s oere,
In lecherte that had no perc.
A booke also of songes they haue,
And Venus court they doe it name,
No fylthy mynde a songe can craue,
But therin he may finde the same:
And in suche songes is all their game.
[Page] Wherof ryght dyuers bookes be made,
To nuryshe that moste fylthy trade.
I will that my seruantes therfore
Shall be as apte me for to serue,
In prayse of God sinne to abhorre▪
And from me Vertue not to swerue.
That they may godly fame deserue,
Of good men here, and after this
To reigne with God in heauen blys.
As prayer in sadnes is mete:
In myrthe so godly songes to synge,
For Christen men to this is fytte.
I charge thee therfore with this thynge:
That thou thyne exercise doe brynge,
To make a boke of songes holy,
Godly and wyse, blamyng foly.
To whiche boke godly men may adde,
(From tyme to tyme as they see cause,)
Ryght sober songes godly and sadde,
Compyled of gods holy lawes:
Of vertue and wyse olde sayd sawes,
That may to goodnes men procure,
Whyle here their lyfe dayes doe indure.
As thou wilt therfore at thy nede,
Haue hope and loue and also me,
Se thou accomplishe this with spede:
My systers twayne therto agree.
And then they warned me all three,
That in this thyng I should not staye,
But make that booke without delaye.
My cunnyng small though then I knewe,
In eche degree my wytte full weake:
Though lacke of learnyng eke I rue,
Yet of excuse I durst not speake:
But granted my poore head to breake,
About suche exercyse, as she
So streyghtly had commaunded me.
At that instant they dyd me kys,
And frendly did from me departe,
To heauen they went all Iwys,
And lefte me with an heuy harte:
So their departure made me smarte.
And in that thought I waked thore,
Merueyling at my dreame full sore.
In songes therfore sythe I must wade,
Accordyng as my dreame me [...]oulde,
I wyll delyght to treade the trade
That lady vertue sayde I should:
As blynde bayard none is so [...]oulde,
And fyrste for lady vertues sake,
A song in hyr prayse wyll I make.
And then in mo procede I wyll,
As God shall geue me of his grace.
My wyt is rude, and small my skyll,
To stande and supplie suche a place.
Yet must I nedes walke in the trace,
That vertue did assigne me in,
Therfore in hyr prayse I beginne.
The Courte of Vertue.
¶ The prayse of vertue.
[...] AL men that wyll walke in Gods deuine wayes,
[...] To vertue they must geue honor and prayse:
[...] For vertue is she by whom they possesse,
[...] All good fame and prayse that loue godlynes.
There neuer was man that wan godly fame,
But doubtles dame vertue was cause of the same.
Though Abram by fayth, was only made iuste,
By vertue that fay the was knowne and discuste.
Ye Isaac and Iacob, were compted lyke wyse,
Both faythfull and iuste in their exercise.
The patriarkes all from Adam to Christe,
With prophetes and kynges, that synne dyd resiste.
By vertue the praise of faith did obteyne:
Whiche yet to this daie, doth dure & remaine.
Ye Christ by the vertue, that in him was sent,
Aboue all the holy, that holiest haue bene,
To be true Mesias, his flock did him know:
Whiche to this daye doth his foes ouerthrowe.
And he his disciples then charged eche one,
To folowe the steps that he so had gone.
Likewyse his Apostles, that since his tyme was,
The martyrs and sainctes, to whom he gaue grace,
Their light did so shine, before the world here:
That by their true vertue, well dyd appere,
That they were true seruātes, of Christ their good lord,
Whom truly their liues, did preache and recorde.
Let vertue therfore be had in all pryse,
Whiche styll to goodnes, doth good men entyse.
And well doth rewarde, all suche as hir serue,
And kepeth nought back, that they doe deserue:
But with goodnes styll, doth rychly augmente,
All suche as vnto hir seruice be bent.
And neuer doth leue them, ne yet forsake,
Till ended be all, that they vndertake.
She neuer doth sease, to spurre them forwarde,
Tyll they be in blysse of heu [...]ns rewarde.
Whiche is the whole thyng they seke for and sue,
That serue in the court of Lady vertue.
And styll for hir sake, doe suffer and byde,
The stumps and the mocks, of suche as deryde.
Ye hatred and scorne, and all kynde of spyghte,
Of such as in vyce and synne doe delyght.
But vertue doth t [...]ache, to suffer this rage,
That we may styll passe on in our pylgrimage.
Considering that we but strangers are here.
And wander styll towarde our countrey dere.
And make ou [...] selues lyght, from burden and lode,
Sythe in this vayne worlde, is no sure abode.
No meruaile though then the worlde doth them hate,
And euer be styll with them at debate:
For Christ vnto his hath made it well knowne,
The worlde shall aye loue and fauour his owne.
And those from the worlde and sinne that remoue,
It is not possible, the worlde should them loue.
The cause as sayeth Christe, of all this whole stryfe:
Is that from the worlde they differ in lyfe.
For as in this worlde no mans lyfe is sure,
The vertuous lyfe shall eternally dure.
Though here they be murdred and (sene for to die)
Of suche as all vertue and goodnes denye.
Then howe can we counte them short tyme to lyue,
To whom lady vertue rewarde doth, gyue.
Whom as say [...]h Gelasius, ought styll to be.
From teror and dread, and wrath euer free.
Her consolation where she doth bestowe,
In ryche or in poore, in hyghe or in lowe,
From bondage of sinne she doth them free make:
Lo thus are her seruantes safe for hyr sake.
Among the good rootes that depely besette,
Vertue sayeth Tullie, the chiefe prayse doth getie:
The whiche by no kynde of vyolence may
Be hurte or destroyde, by nyght or by daye.
From wanton desyres her seruantes flee all.
And folowe styll iustice, as sayeth saint Paule:
Faith loue and vni [...]ie well doth accorde,
In them whiche with cleane hartes [...]onor the Lorde.
Lactancius also would all men remember,
That they the true honor to vertue doe render.
With sensing or prayer she honor hath none,
Nor yet with an Image, of woodde or of stone:
But only with good wyll and purpose true,
This honor to vertue, alwayse is due:
For he that in Christes fayth doth not remayne,
In no wyse to vertue may apertayne.
Vertue refreyneth wrath without measure,
And also absteyneth from carnall pleasure:
The frutes of the spiritie, as true godly loue,
Pacience, and peace, and ioy from about.
Bounteousnes, goodnes, and longe sufferance,
Gentlenes, fayth, and modest, temperance.
Sobernes, continence, and chastitie:
All these in vertues courte officers be.
Therfore the quene vertue, it may well beseme,
To were a moste hyghe and ryche diadeine.
¶ The prayse of faithe. Hebre. 11.
[...] IF I shall enterpryse to make,
[...] A due prayse vnto fayth:
[...] I can in no wyse better that,
[...] Whiche written is of Paule,
[...] In his epistle to the Iues:
[...] marke therfore what he saieth,
[...] though not eche woord, yet wyll
[...] I here resite the summe of all.
Fayth is a perfect confidence,
Of thynges that hoped are,
And a most constant certeintie.
Of thynges whiche are not sene.
For therby did the fathers olde,
(As scripture doth declare,)
Obteyne a iust and good reporte,
That long tyme since hath bene.
And we through faythe doe vnderstande,
God dyd the worlde ordeyne,
By Christe his sonne the blessed worde,
That no beginnyng had.
By it also howe thynges were wrought,
We doe knowledge obteyne:
Thynges that are sene by thinges not sene,
Were ordeyned and made.
By fayth also (as we doe reade,)
The ryghteous man Abell,
Dyd offer vp a sacrifice,
More plentyfull then Cayne:
And therby had a wytnes true,
(As holy wryte doth tell,)
That he was iust: Though he be dead,
His fame doth styll remayne.
By fayth Enoch, translated was,
That death he should not see,
And was not founde: for god therfore
Had taken hym awaye.
Before whiche tyme he wan the name,
A ryghteous man to be,
[Page 4] Because he dyd the wyll of god,
And pleasde hym nyght and daye.
But sure without a lyvly fayth,
It can be in no wyse,
That any man by any meane,
The lyuyng god should please:
For all that come to god beleue,
(And their fayth exercyse,)
That he rewardeth them that seke
Hym, with eternall ease.
By fayth Noe (beyng warnde of god,)
Vnsene thynges dyd eschue,
Preparde an arke, and savde his folke,
As holy scripture sayth.
Wherby he dyd ccondemne the worlde,
That synne dyd styll insue:
And became heyre of ryghteousnes,
Accordyng vnto fayth.
By fayth our father Abraham,
When he first called was,
To goe into a place most strange,
Dyd by and by obeye.
Whiche place though he, inherite should,
As after came to pas:
When he went forth he knewe it not,
Nor no part of the waye.
By fayth into the promyste lande,
I saye he dyd remoue,
A strange countrey where he dyd long,
In tabernacles dwell:
[Page] And so dyd Isaac and Iacob,
Heyres with him from aboue.
All these dyd for a citie looke,
Which God had buylded well.
Through fayth Sara receiued strength,
When she was nowe past age,
To conceyue and bryng forth a sonne,
That perfect was and pure:
Because she iudgde the promyser
Both faythfull, true, and sage.
Lo thus by fayth there sprang great health,
Where thought was no recure.
And therfore sprang there forth of one,
That dead was to esteme,
As many folke in multitude,
As are starres in the skye:
And as the sand on the sea shore,
Hir ofspryng then did seme,
The whiche without number to be,
No creature can deny.
These dyed in fayth, yet the promys
None of them dyd receyue:
But seyng it as afarre of,
They dyd right well beleue,
That as many as so it sawe,
And to the same dyd cleaue,
Salutyng it by livly fayth,
None euell should them greue.
These faythfull men the fathers olde,
As truthe was did confesse,
[Page 5] That they strangers and pilgrymes weare,
Vpon this earthly vale.
For they that see suche thynges before,
Of truth declare no lesse,
But that they doe a countrey seke,
Ryght hygh aboue this dale.
Also if they had mynded once,
The countrey whence they came,
They had leysour to turne agayne,
To that whiche they dyd loue:
But now it shewes they dyd desyre,
A thyng of better fame,
That is to saye a heauenly soyle,
With God the lorde aboue.
Wherfore the lyuing God hym selfe,
Estemeth it no shame,
To be called the God of these,
And suche lyke godly men:
For he a citie excellent,
Hath builded for the same,
And thynketh nothing ill bestowde,
That may well pleasure them.
Who so the texte wyll farther reade,
To folowe there shall fynde.
That Isac, Iacob, and Ioseph,
And Moses did the lyke:
By fayth how the redde sea went back,
Contrary to his kynde:
As on drye lande howe Israell
dyd passe through that drye dyke.
The Egiptians when they the lyke
Would seme to enterpryse,
They lackyng fayth weare drowned all,
As for their t [...]st rewarde.
By fayth the walles of Ierico,
Did falle downe in lyke wyse,
No force or engyn of the warres,
Against it once preparde.
The harlot Rahab in lyke wyse,
Nowe she dyd saue hir lyfe,
And perisht not with them that dyd
Resist the wyll of god:
When she the spies receaued well,
In peace without all stryfe:
For she beleude, that god would plage,
That contrey with his rodde.
What should be sayde of Gedeon,
Of Barach, and Samson:
Iephte, Dauid, and Samuell,
And eke the prophetes all.
Who dyd by fayth great realmes subdue
And myghty kyngdomes wonne:
They turnde their enemies to flyght,
And gaue their foes a fall.
By fayth some stopt the lyons mouthes,
Some quencht the rage of fyre:
By fayth some wrought out rightousnes,
Some promyse dyd obteyne.
Some scapie the sworde, some were made strong,
Whom weaknes erste dyd tyre:
Some racked weare, and would not voyde
The danger of that wo,
Knowyng that they should ryse agayne,
Possessing better ioye.
With mockes and scornes and prisonment,
Lo some were tryed so:
Some were stoned, some were tempted,
Thus did the worlde them noye.
Some hewed were a sonder quyghte,
Some with the sworde were slayne:
Some in the skynnes of shepe and gotes
Disdeyned not to go,
In trouble and necessitie,
They were content to reigne
In mountaynes, desertes, and in dennes,
By fayth this could they doe.
These, was the worlde not worthy of,
Yet dyd it them despyse.
Though they did all (through lyuly fayth)
Obteyne a good reporte:
Yet dyd they not that tyme receyue,
That God dyd them promyse:
That we with them, and they with vs,
myght ioynctly haue comforte.
For Christe that holy promyse was,
The frute of all our fayth:
Without whom none can saued be,
No neither we nor they,
[Page] For in hym all fulfilled is,
That holy scripture sayth:
Ye Christ is he in whom both we
And they our fayth doe staye.
For which all honor laude & prayse
To God ascribed be,
To the father, and to the sonne,
And to the holy spyrite:
In vnitie, and trinitie.
One God and persons three,
As hath ben, is and shalbe styll,
For euer so be it.
¶ The prayse of hope, out of many places of scripture.
[...] HOpe (the medcyn against dreadfull dispayre)
[...] If we should prayse as doth hir well behoue,
[...] As holy Paull we nede had to repayre,
[...] to the third [Page] heuen: or ells God from aboue
[...] to sound his voyce, to one that he doth loue:
[...] as in the holy mount Moyses dyd here,
[...] And to Elias lykewyse did apere.
Or as the most blessed Apostles three,
At Olyuet, euen Peter, Iames, and Iohn,
Where they the glorie of the Lord dyd see,
Transfigured that holy mount vpon:
Beside which syght, they herde this voyce eche one:
This is myne only sonne and worde so bryghte,
In whom I fixe and set my whole delyght.
Who so I saye myght once haue suche a syghte,
Should afterward lacke no knowledge nor skyll,
To prayse dame hope, that lady pure and bryght:
In whom all good men haue of ioye their fyll.
Who could without despayre suffer the ill,
That in this worlde we dayly see and byde,
If blessed hope stode not on our ryght syde?
Our spirituall foes that dayly vs asaulte,
As is the fende, the flesh, and world also,
[Page] With ignorance and error eke so haulte,
Behynde, before, we no where lacke a foe,
So that if hope once banyshte were vs fro,
Alas who could of gods fauour be sure,
That daily sethe his owne wayes so vnpure?
What man doth as god hath commanded playne,
That we should doe, or els perysh in hell?
Sith none therfore can there vnto attayne,
(For all doe disobey, synne and rebell:
Howe can we thynke in heauen then to dwell,
If blessed hope doe not oure fayth directe,
That we in Christe are vnto blysse electe.
In all the stormes of Sathans cruell rage,
Wherwith he seketh mans soule to destroye.
If in our soules good hope dyd not aswage,
The sorowes that doe seke the same to noye,
And comfort them with quietnes and toye,
Assuryng them that doe their whole good wyll,
That Christ our lorde wyll all our wante fulfyll:
Without this hope I saye who could Indure.
The boystrous brunte of this moste mortall fyght,
Our enmies are no babes I you assure,
But very strong in respect of our myght:
Wherfore we ought to praye both daye and nyght,
To god our lorde, that he woulde graunt vs aye,
That blessed hope with vs continue may.
Howe apte are we from comfort to decaye,
If we hyr helpe had not in our distres.
Sith she in Christe doth cause vs for to staye,
And to be bolde not fearyng our weaknes.
[Page 8] Syth our captayne in his great manlynes,
Is able styll our foes for to withstande,
If we in hym that battell take in hande.
As sayth saynt Paule hope is the geft of god,
In whiche we are made safe in all our nede,
And takes away of care the heauy lode,
An armor strong, and spirituall indede,
An helmet sure, wherwith we may procede
Against the powres of darknes and of hell,
For heauenly thinges that we may wrestle well.
In it we ought to ioye and to reioyce,
As to the Romanes he doth farther saye:
And Peter also, with a feruent voyce,
Sayth that we ought without all doubt and staye,
To yelde a reason of our hope alway.
Hope is the meane that men to God drawe nere,
without the whiche none faythfull may apere.
Who without hope can truly loue the lorde?
Who without hope can serue god in true feare?
Who without hope can cause his lyfe tacorde
To vertues lore, and fylthy synnes forbeare?
Who without hope can praye in true maner?
Who without hope can yelde god laude and prayse?
Who voyde of hope wyll walke in Christen wayes?
The blessed martyrs, by the hope and truste,
That they had in the glorious lyfe to come,
Dyd from this worlde withdrawe their mynde & luste:
And gladly suffred cruell martyrdom,
By fyre, by sworde, and briefly all the summe,
No kynde of death or tormente dyd despyse,
That wicked worldlynges could for them deuyse.
By hearyng scripture true hope doth procede,
And otherwyse can lyghtly not be had,
Confounded shall they neuer be in dede,
Whom perfect hope hath once with ioy made glad:
Whiche takes away all doubtfull dred so sad.
Whose hope in Christe therfore doth staye and reste,
We may well call them faithfull folke and bleste.
What so before tyme wrytten is sayeth Paule,
It written was vs to instructe and learne:
That we through comforte of the scriptures all,
And pacience: might perfectly deserne
The perfect hope, to hope in God eterne.
Lo thus doth God in scripture vs procure,
Through hope in him of heauen to be sure.
We knowe sayeth Paule that tribulacion,
Doth bryng forth pacience, that goodly grace,
And pacience doth render forth anon
Experience, the whiche doth hope purchace:
Whiche blessed hope who so that may imbrace,
She neuer wyll confound them with no shame,
But bryngeth forth a lyfe free from all blame.
This pure and perfect hope that we declare
The gift is of the Lorde and at his wyll,
Whiche none can get by worldly wytte nor care:
But with this hope god his electe doth fyll,
With whome she doth continue euer styll:
Not by mans wyll, but by gods mercy pure:
This blessed hope with good men doth indure.
The God of hope therfore replenysh vs,
With peace and ioye, and with a lyvly fayth,
[Page 9] And make vs ryche in hope of Christ Iesus,
And tholy ghoste, whose powre all mistruste stayth,
Whiche is our comfort as the scripture sayth.
This Trimtie be praysed now therfore,
As hath been, is, and shalbe euermore.
¶ The prayse of Godly loue or charitie out of 1. Cor. 13. & Iohn. 4.
[...] OF Charitie or godly loue
[...] To make a perfect prayse,
[...] This godly loue to prayse I saye,
[...] In order good and due.
[...] I tooke to me gods word, and wrote
[...] What the holy gooste sayes,
[...] In diuine Iohn and holy Paule:
[...] whose wordes are very true.
Attende therfore ye Christians dere,
And louers of the Lorde,
Harke and geue eare vnto the truthe,
And blessed worde of lyfe:
And pray to god for perfect loue,
Your lyues therto accorde,
That ye may lyue in christen peace,
Free from all seruyle strife.
By office of a lyvly fayth
What euer we receyue,
Or by the office of our hope,
What so we doe retayne:
By charitie or godly loue,
To gods truthe if we cleaue:
The frute therof we must applie,
To render well agayne.
As faith the firste preferment hath
our soules to iustifie,
(For by the same we only doe
Receyue our sauyng health:)
So loue of vertues is the chiefe,
Wherby we edefie,
By it we worke the wyll of god,
And seke our neyghbours wealth.
Though I coulde speake sayth Paule with tongues
Of men orangels bryghte,
And had no loue: then were I lyke
Vnto the soundyng bras,
Or lyke the [...]ynklyng simbales sounde,
A short and vayne delyght:
[Page 10] Whiche beyng gon, men streight forget
What maner noyse it was.
Ye though that I could prophesie,
And secretes vnderstande,
All knowledge, or suche mighty fayth,
As could mountayns remoue,
And set them in the oc [...]an seas,
Or in some other lande:
For all these yet I were nothyng
If that I had not loue.
If I dyd all my goodes bestowe
To fede therwith the poore,
Or geue my body to the fyre,
Therin consumde to be,
And finally all that I can,
Tyll I could doe no more:
If I be destitute of loue,
It doth not profite me.
Loue suffreth longe, is courteous,
And neuer doth enuye,
Loue neuer dealeth frowardly,
Nor venemously swell.
Loue seketh not hyr owne, therby
To deale dishonestly.
Loue vnto wrath prouoketh not,
But alwayes thynketh well.
In euels loue doth not reioyce,
Nor Ioye in wyckednes,
But alwaye doth reioyce in truthe,
And suffreth all thynges well:
[Page] Beleueth all, and hopeth all,
And doth indure no les.
Thus loue in goodnes doth excede,
All that our tongues can tell,
Though prophesiyng doe faile, & serue
No vse in any case,
And tongues to speake, & knoledge to
As once they shall I saye:
(After this lyfe these haue no vse,)
Yet loue shall then in place,
Remayne, with gods elect in ioyes,
And neuer fall awaye.
Our knowledge is but vnperfecte,
So is oure prophesiyng,
When perfectnes doth come in place,
Vnperfectnes must flee:
For when I was a chylde, my talke
Was then chyldysh talkynge:
Myne vnderstandyng in lyke case,
All then was chyldyshly.
And as a chylde also that tyme
I dyd imagin playn:
But then so sone as manhod came,
My chyldishnes was gone.
Now see we but as in a glasse
By speache moste darke and vayne:
But then shall we see face to face,
When let there shall be none.
My knowledge now vnperfect is,
Then shall it not be so,
[Page 11] Then shall I knowe as I am knowne,
By rule of ryght b [...]liefe.
Faith hope and loue doe nowe abyde
Away they will not goe:
And of all those after this lyfe,
Loue shall abyde as chiefe.
Saynt Iohn diuinly counsels vs
One an other to loue,
For euery one that loues sayeth he,
Of God is truly borne.
For loue doth euer suerly come
From God the lorde aboue:
Suche as loue not, doe not knowe god,
But rather doe hym scorne.
In this the loue of god to vs
Doth perfectly apere.
He (but not we) dyd truly loue
And payne for vs did take:
For he into thys worlde did sende
His only sonne so dere,
That for our sinnes he myght therby
A full agrement make.
Wherfore (my louyng brethern dere)
If god so loued vs,
That we should one another loue,
W [...] certeynly are bounde:
If we loue one an other then,
Our loue doth playne discusse,
That god in vs doth dwell and reygne,
And hath a perfect grounde.
For god is loue, and who so doth
In loue abide or dwell,
Dwelle [...]h in god and god in him,
Thus loue in vs is sure:
That in the day of iudgement iuste
We should in hope excell.
For in this worlde we are lyke hym,
By loue perfect and pure.
By this we knowe the godly loue,
That there in is no feare:
It casteth out all feare and doubte
Wherin is paynfulnes.
Wher [...]or i [...] the perfect loue
In nowyse can be there,
For loue doth alwayes fixe hyr selfe
On peace and gentylnes.
If we loue god, he loude vs fyrst,
Then wherof can we boste?
But who so sayeth he loueth God,
And doth his brother hate:
He is a lyer verely,
And none of Christes hoste:
And therby doth prouoke the plage
To lyght vpon his pa [...]e.
For how can he that loueth not
His brother in this lyfe,
Whom he may with his eyes beholde,
At all tymes when he wyll:
Howe can he with the lyuyng god
Be other then at stryfe?
[Page 12] Or loue him whiche he can not se [...]
By nature or by skyll?
Therfore hath Christ cōmaunded v [...] ▪
That he whiche loueth god,
By perfect loue as he forbeares
All that god doth abhorre:
That he also his brother loue,
All hate is hym forbod.
All honour prayse and laude to god
For this nowe euer more.
Amen.
¶ The prayse of Godly wysdome out of the booke of wysdome, called Sapientia. cap. vi.
[...] THe worthy wyse kyng Salomon
[...] inwysdoms exercyse,
[...] The godly wysdome doth [Page] commende,
[...] And praise hir on this wise.
[...] wisdomis a much better thing,
[...] Then strengthe orforce to fyght:
[...] a wyse man is more worth also,
[...] Then strong men of much might.
This wysdome O ye myghtie kynges
Se that ye conne and learne,
To you sith iudgement on this earth
Is geuen to decerne.
Geue [...]are to hyr I saye all you,
That rule the multytude,
Whiche in much people haue delight.
And all thynges should conclude.
The god that gaue you powre & strēgth
That lorde I saye most hye,
Shall serch out all that ye inuente,
And your workes truly trye.
[Page 13] Howe that ye beyng officers
Vnder his kyngly throne,
Ye did not iudgement execute
As vnto hym is knowne.
And if ye haue not kept the lawe
Of ryghtiusnes I saye,
Nor haue not done his blessed wyll
By walkyng in his waye:
Full horribly and that ryght sone
To you he shall apere,
And right hard iudgement shal they haue
By powre that gouerne here.
His mercy sure he wyll extende
Vnto the innocent,
But suche as beare authoritie,
Shall haue sore punyshment,
For god whiche is the lorde of all,
By iudgement iust and ryght
Shall stande in awe of no mans powre,
Though he be of great myght.
For he made both the great and small,
And cares for them alyke:
But they that be of greatest powre
The more he wyll them stryke.
Ye kynges eche one take hede therfore,
Se that ye ponder this,
And guyde your fete by wisdoms scole
That ye goe not amysse.
All suche as obserue ryghteousnes,
Shall iudged be therby,
[Page] Suche ryght cousnes who so wyll learne
Shall answere readily.
On wisdomes lore I saye therfore
Set all your loue and luste:
To nourture so ye shall atayne,
In season due and iuste.
For wysdome is a noble thyng.
Whiche wyll not flete nor moue,
And wyll be sene full easily
Of all that doe hyr loue:
Suche as vnfaynedly hir seke,
She wyll preuent them so,
That they shall haue hyr in their syghte.
In eche place where they goe.
Who so wyll wake to hir betyme
Shall haue no great traueyle,
For at his dore he shall hir finde,
She wyll him neuer fayle.
Ryght perfectly they vnderstand
That doe thinke hir vpon,
And they that watche for hir shalbe
Ryght safe and that anon.
For she alwayse doth goe about
And seketh euery where,
For suche as for hir schole be mete,
And doe god loue and feare:
Before th [...]ir eyes ryght chierfully
Hyr selfe she doth forth showe,
And meteth them dilygently,
Because they should hir knowe.
The faythfull and the iust desire
Of reformation,
Is the beginning and the grounde
That wysdome buildeth on.
The busye care for wysdom [...] lore
Is loue and pure prudence,
And loue doth also kepe the lawes,
And that with dilygence.
To kepe the lawes is perfectnes,
And righ [...]ly doth accorde.
An vncerrupt lyfe maketh man
Familiar with th [...] lorde.
Se that your ioye in royall seates
And scepters be not sette,
Ye kynges that doe the people rule,
By myghty powre and great.
But set on wysdom your delyght,
All folysh thinges abhorre:
That ye may reigne in glory great
With god for euer more.
O loue the lyght, all ye that rule
The congregation:
And I wyll make of wisdom nowe
A declaration.
What wisdome is, howe she came vp,
I will you tell this tyde,
The misteries of god the lorde.
From you I wyll not hyde:
But I wyll seke hir out in dede,
That all men shall it se
[Page] Ye from the first oryginall
Of hyr natiuitie.
And bryng the knowledge of hyr lyght.
And shewe you all the grounde.
And as for keping backe the truthe,
In me shall not be founde:
Ne yet wyll I haue ought to doe
With enuy nor disdayne.
For why suche men in no wyse may
To wysdome aperteyne.
Where many wyse men haue abode
The worlde may ioyfull be:
And where as kynges by wysdome rule,
Their realmes haue equitie.
O aprehende hir nurtour then,
Let wysdom be your foode:
And at my wordes your councell take
For it shall doe you good.
I am a mortall man my selfe
After the common trade,
And am of that same very kynde,
With hym that first was made:
And formed in my mothers wombe
In fleshe there was I wrought,
And tenne moneths had my nutryment
Of bloud that there was brought.
Where through the fruitfull seede of man
I had my substance thus,
In whiche the apetite of sleape,
Is moste commodious.
[Page 15] When I was borne I tooke lyke ayre,
As doe all others lo:
I fell on earth whyche was my kynde
In wepyng and in wo
I wraped was in swadlyng clothes,
And brought vp with great care:
For why no kyng can in their byrth
Haue other kynde of fare.
For all men in this wretched worlde
As well the kyng as slaue,
In entrance, and in goyng forth,
No kinde of difference haue.
Considryng in my mynde howe that
The most rude multitude
dyd nothyng differ from my byrth,
Nor death whiche doth conclude.
I me bethought therfore howe I
Myght in my beyng here,
Aboue the kynde of common men
Ryght excellent apere.
For wysdom pure to vnderstande
Therfore was my desyre,
The spirite of wysdom came to me
As my harte dyd requyre,
By whom I set more pryce and ioye
Then by great kyngdoms fayre:
The royall seates or ryches great
With hyr shall not compare.
And precious stones I neuer did
Compare to hir I saie,
For gould is g [...]auell in hyr sight,
And syluer is but claye.
Wealth and beautie I wayed not,
But toke hyr for my light:
The beames of wysdome none can quēch
That shyneth aye so bryghte.
By hir all thinges I did possesse,
All good thing [...]s came to me,
The ryches without number is
That in hir handes styll be.
But yet in childyshe ignorance
I could not make dyscourse,
Of all good thinges howe wysdome is
The mother and the nource.
But nowe sithe I vnfeynedly
Haue learned what she is,
Partakers other men to make
Of hyr I will not mys.
Hyr ryches and hir treasure great
From you I wyll not hide:
Whiche passeth all infinitly
That is in this worlde wyde.
Which who so vse, they ioye with god
In friendship and great loue:
And in his syght excepted are,
Through wysdomes giftes aboue.
God hath me graunted wisdomes talke
In forme conu [...]nient,
[Page 16] To handle all whiche he to me
Hath graciously lent.
For he it is that to wysdome
Doth leade and introduce,
And teacheth howe that in hir kynde
Men shall hir ryghtly vse.
In hym are we, and all our wordes,
Our wysdome, and our skyll:
Our knowledge, and our science all,
Our workes, and all our wyll.
For vnto me he geuen hath,
The knowledge and the trade
Of all those thynges, so that I knowe
Howe that the worlde was made:
And by his wisdome hath me taught
Astronomy to knowe,
The elementes, with all their powrs,
And wonders whiche they showe.
Howe tymes doe both begin and ende,
The mydste of tymes I see:
Howe tymes alter and doe succede
Eche one in his degree.
I knowe the order and the ende
And course or euery yere,
The dispositions of the starres
To me doe well appere.
In naturall philosophie
I haue the perfect arte,
I knowe the nature of eche beaste
One from other aparte:
[Page] Howe some be gentill in their kynde,
Howe some in fury rage:
I knowe the cause, and howe one may
By wysdome them aswage.
I knowe the wyndes of euery coaste,
Theyr natures hotte or colde:
And by that arte send shyps with sayles
To Ophir for muche goulde,
What mans imagination is
Some wyse some fonde and vayne:
By Adams lyne, and wysdoms lore,
The difference sheweth playne.
I knowe the natures and degrees
Of eche plante in his kynde,
All herbes, & rootes that growe on earth
Their vertue I can fynde.
And howe they differ in degre
In qualitie and powre:
All secrete and vnsought knowledge.
Doth spryng in wysdoms flowre.
Whiche he hath geuen vnto me
That all this worlde hath made,
He taught me howe to vse this flowre
That dures and doth not fade.
In hyr is spirite to vnderstande
In holy exercyse,
In knowledge great she doth abounde,
And all thynges that are wyse.
I saye that with almyghty God
All only she is one,
[Page 17] Subtyll and full of gentylnes,
And gracious alone.
She is courteous and discrete
Quycke, vndesiide, and playne:
Swete, and doth loue all that is good,
Reiectyng that is vayne.
She is sharpe, yet forbideth not
To doe ryghtly and well:
Kynde, sure, and free, and to be briefe
In vertue doth excell.
In althynges she is circumspecte
Wherof she taketh cure:
All knowyng spirites she doth receyue,
That are both cleane and pure.
For wysdom doth in nymblenes
All other thynges excell,
And therby through all thynges to pas
She doth atayne full well.
For of the lyuyng god she is
The breath of powre doubtlesse,
The cleanes of almyghty god
Therby she doth expresse.
Therfore can no defyled thyng
Come once within hyr syght,
For she the very bryghtnes is
Of euerlastyng lyght.
She is the myrror vndefylde
Wherin all good men see,
The Image of almyghty god
In his great maiestie.
And for so muche as she is one,
All thynges are hyrs as due:
And beyng stedfast in hyr selfe,
She doth all thinges renewe.
Among the multitude of folke
She doth hir selfe conuaye,
And entreth into holy soules
In them to byde and staye.
She maketh god prophetes and frends,
The truthe to preache and tell:
For god doth loue none but suche men,
With whom wysdome doth dwell.
The sonne and starres may not compare
With hir in lyght I saye:
For why hyr lyght doth farre excede
The brightnes of the daye.
For be the daye neuer so bryght,
Yet night approcheth faste,
To quenche the beautie of the same
And pattes it out in haste:
But wisdome can not be subdude
I saye by wickednes,
Nor in hir sight to blemyshe hyr,
Can byde no folyshnes.
¶ An example of a contemplatiue minde in the seruice of God, out of the xxv. Psalme.
THe noble king Dauid by name,
Hauing the spirite of truthe,
[Page 18] Who euer truly serued God,
Euen from his very youth:
He knowyng that by humblenes
He sonest should aspyre,
To haue his prayer heard of God,
And obteine his desyre.
Disdeined not vpon his knees
Hym selfe to prostrate lowe,
For sithe the harte must humble be,
Let outwarde members knowe
That they shal not them selues refrain,
Their dutie to expresse:
My knees therfore shall doe their due,
So shall my handes no lesse.
Myne eyes shall vpwarde also tourne
The heauens to beholde,
With stretched handes and bowed knees
My prayer to vnsoulde.
My voyce I wyll not silent kepe,
But wyll expresse with tongue,
The meaning of a faythfull hatte,
And sing it in a song.
Debating with him selfe this thing,
Directing all aryght:
In this wyse he began to sing
To god with all his myght.
Ad te dominum leuaui.
TO the oh lorde I lyfte my soule,
My god I truste in thee:
O suffer not myne enemies
To tryumphe ouer me.
Ne yet let such as in thee truste.
Rebuke or shame susteyne:
But rather confounde scornefull men,
That spitefully dysdeyne.
To the I praye my kyng and god,
O shewe to me thy wayse:
And teach thy pathes O lord to me
Thy name that I may prayse.
O lorde leade me to speake thy truthe,
And learne me to be iuste:
Myne only god and sauyng health,
All daye in thee I truste.
Forget not lorde but call to minde
Thy tender mercy pure,
Let not thy louyng kyndnes slacke
That euer hath ben sure.
Forget my sinnes, remember not
The fraylnes of my youthe:
For thy goodnes and mercy lorde,
Thynke vpon me with ruthe.
O ryghteous lorde with frendlynes,
Wytsafe to shewe thy myght:
[Page 19] Wherby thou shalt the sinners teach [...]
To walke thy waye a ryght.
The simple thou doest teache & guyde
Thy perfect wayes to knowe,
And thou doste suche instructe aright
As humble be and lowe.
Thy wayes O lorde are mercifull,
Thy faythfulnes is bent,
To all that kepe thy couenant,
And faythfull testament.
For thy names sake therfore O lord [...]
Be mercifull to me,
And to my synnes that are so great
And myne iniquitie.
Who so therfore doth feare the lorde,
He wyll hym shewe I saye:
His hyghe and his diuine preceptes,
His pure and chosen waye.
His soule shall euer be at ease
His wayes shal prosper well:
His sede also shall styll possesse
The lande, therin to dwell.
The lorde his secretes dothe shew forth
To suche as feare him styll,
Declaring them his testament,
His couenant and will.
O lorde my god to the therfore,
I wyll myne eyes dyrecte,
And praye to thee tyll thou haste losde
My fete out of the nette.
O turne thee vnto me therfore
Now for thy mercies sake,
Consider lorde my mysery
Howe I am desolate.
The sorowes of my harte are great,
Ryght sore they doe me greue:
O ryd me from these troubles all,
For in thee I beleue.
O loke on myne aduersitie,
And my great mysery:
Forgeue me all my sinnes also
Where I offended thee.
Consider how myne enemies
Are many and peruearte,
That towardes me maliciously
Are bent with hatefull hearte.
Oh preserue thou my soule therfore
Within thy kepyng iust:
And let me not confounded be,
For in thee doe I truste.
Let iust dealyng and innocent,
O god styll with me dwell:
And from all vyle aduersitie
Delyuer Israell,
¶ An example how that we should alwayes be thankefull vnto almighty God for his benefites, out of the xxxiiii. psalme of Dauid.
AS in our streightes of nede
We all are glad and fayne,
Some comfort at the handes of god
By prayer to obtayne.
So when we haue recevd
Of god our whole desyre,
That we should therfore thankfull be,
Good reason doth require.
For who so benefites
At mortall men receaue,
If afterwarde the geuer dothe
Ingratitude perceaue:
The same will streyght withdrawe
His liberalitie,
From suche a stubberne blocke hed beaste,
As can not frendshyp see.
If vyle ingratitude
To men be suche a cryme,
That it wyll frendly loue kepe backe,
Against an other tyme:
What beastly dogges are they?
Howe can we call them lesse?
That for great kyndnes of the lorde,
Doe paye vnthankfulnesse?
Whiche asketh nought of vs
But honour laude and prayse,
For all the good he doth bestowe
On vs a thousand wayes.
Wherfore that noble kyng,
And prophet of the lorde
Dauid, who dyd after Gods harte
Agree and well accorde,
Gods glorie doth expresse,
In doyng of his due:
And for the benefites of God
His harte declareth true:
Not only in hym selfe
To flee ingratitude,
But other also to instructe
That are vnlernde and rude.
In darke obliuion
Gods goodnes for to hyde.
Or to forget his benefites
Dyd neuer hym vetyde.
His harpe he toke in hande,
And thus began to synge:
That with gods honour laude and prayse,
All Israell dyd rynge.
Benedicam dominum.
I Wyll vnto the lorde
Be geuing thankes alwayes,
[Page 21] My mouth and tungue shall euer be
A speakyng of his prayse.
My soule shall make hyr boste,
In God the lorde of myght,
That poore oppressed men may here
The same, them to delighte.
Together let vs nowe
In honor doe our partes,
His name to prayse and magnifie,
With meke and humble hartes.
For when I him besought,
He heard my prayer so,
That he did streyght delyuer me,
From all my care and wo.
Receaue therfore the lyght,
And to hym drawe you nere:
And so without all shamefastnes
Your faces shall appere.
For I poore man made once
To hun my playnte and mone:
He heard me crye, and dyd me ryd,
From troubles euery one.
His angell pytched hath
His tente about his shepe,
I meane all suche as feare the lorde,
In saftie them to kepe.
His frendshyp proue and see,
And take therof a taste:
[Page] For they that truste in hym are sure
Most happy at the laste.
O feare the lorde all ye
His saynctes of him electe:
For such as feare him lacke nothyng.
He doth them well protecte.
The lyons ofte doe lacke
And hunger for their foode:
But they which seke the lord, shal want [...]
Nothyng the whiche is good.
Ye children all I saye
Come harken to my voyce:
I wyll you teache to feare the lorde,
And in him to reioyce.
If thou to lyue in ioye
And see good dayes be fayne,
Thy lyppes & tongue from guyle & wrōs
See that thou doe refrayne.
Se that thou doe none ill,
In goodnes neuer cease:
But se thou seke and folowe faste
On quietnes and peace.
The lorde doth fixe his eyes
On iust men louingly,
And to their prayers openly
He doth his eares applye.
Contrariwyse the Lord
Doth bende his countenance,
Of from the earth ill men to moue
And their rememberance.
But to the iuste the lorde
Doth so inclyne his [...]are,
That when they praye he wyll them ryd
From all trouble and feare.
The Lorde is nyghe to suche
As are in harte contrite,
And he wyll saue suche as be meke,
And of an humble sprite.
Though iust mens troubles be
Both manifolde and great,
The lord from care wyl make them free,
When they doe him intreate.
Their bones he wyll defende,
And kepe so free from cryme:
That not so muche as one of them
Shall breake at any tyme.
Misfortune or ill happe,
The wicked men shall kyll,
And suche as doe the iust men hate,
Shall peryshe in their ill.
The Lorde will saue the soules
Of all that doe hym serue,
And all that put their trust in hym
Shall not in peryll swerue.
¶ An example that God heareth all suche prayers as are made with a faithfull harte, out of the .liiii. Psalme.
EVery good phisicien,
That doth a medcyne proue
To take effecte in curyng well,
Is striken streyght with loue,
Not only to geue god the prayse
For his vertue and grace:
But dothe the same in wryting put,
To comfort all his race.
That all whiche after folowe hym
In that moste godly arte,
May proue the lyke and prayse the lorde
In lyke case for their parte.
Noble kyng Dauid in suche wyse
Doth godly ioue bestowe,
By wryting medcines for the soule,
That other men may knowe.
As if they doubte at any tyme
Howe he dyd health obteyne,
He dyd the same declare abrode
In wryting to remayne:
That when to others lyke distres
Here after may betyde,
With cleane hartes that they may prepare,
And lyke medcines prouide.
But I will neuer teache (quod he)
In darke or doubtfull waye,
But suche as I in practice dyd
By perfect proofe assaye:
And of my selfe probatum est,
Suche medicines I bryng:
And in example to you all
In this wyse wyll I synge.
Deus in nomine tuo.
O God I call to thee for helpe
In my distresse and nede
For thy names sake, & in thy strē gthe,
Auenge my cause wt spede.
For strangers full of tyranny
Against me ryse and raue:
Suche foly she folke as feare not God
Doe seke my lyfe to haue.
But lo God is my helpe at nede,
Yea only it is hee,
That doth my soule vpholde and saue,
From their iniquitee.
And euell shall the lorde rewarde
Vpon myne enemyes,
And in his truthe destroy them all
That vertue doe despyse.
With offrynges of an harte most free,
Now wyll I prayse thy name:
[Page] Because O lorde my comfort sty [...]
Consisteth in the same.
For thou lorde didst delyuet me,
From troubles manyfolde:
So that vpon my foes myne eye
Doth his desire beholde.
For this to geue glory to god
Shall be my hartes delyght,
To the father, and to the sonne,
And to the holy sprite:
As it from the begynnyng was.
And at this time is sure,
And as it shall worlde without ende
Continue and endure.
¶ An example that the thankefull age gaue prayse to god, for al his benefites geuen to his creatures, out of the lxv. Psalme of Dauid.
I Herde a preacher once declare,
Two partes to be in prayre,
The one to god in all our nede
For succor to repayre,
And aske of hym with stedfast sayth
All wherof we haue nede:
For Christ hath surely promysed,
That therof we shall spede.
The second part of perfect prayre
Is geuyng thankes and prayse,
To God for all his benefites.
That we receyue alwayes.
This is the lyvly sacrifice,
The lyuing God to please:
As prayer of the penitent,
His anger doth appease.
And sure (quod he) the very cause
That god ofte wyll not here,
Is that men for his benefites
Vnthankfull doe appere.
For when we praye in tyme of ned [...]
For plenty of our foode,
Howe can we thinke that God to vs
Will geue ought that is good?
If we in tyme of plentie be
Vnthankfull and ingrate,
To geue him praise and honor both,
According to the rate?
Yea I may also farther saye,
This lyuing without awe,
Ingratitude doth cause the lorde
His goodnes to withdrawe.
And surely Dauid in this Psalme
Lykewyse doth well declare,
That to prayse God we neuer should
Any tyme cease or spare.
But for the goodnes whiche god doth
On mortall men bestowe,
In prayse of his most holy name,
Some thankfull psalme to showe.
Howe men shall with a faythfull hart [...]
Gods holy name agnise,
He doth instruct all Christen men
By synging in this wyse.
Te decet hymnus deus in Sion.
TO the O god in Sion still
Great prayses are in store:
To the also they vowe and, kep [...]
Their promyse euer more.
My prayer lorde sithe thou dost hear [...],
And art my whole comfort:
All fleshe to the for succour shall
In their due tyme resorte.
My mysdedes and my wickednes
Against me doth preuayle,
Oh to my sinnes be mercifull,
That thus doe me asayle.
For thei are blest whom thou dost chose,
And in thy house retayne:
Or doste elect, within thy court
To dwell and to remayne.
For he shall leade a plesant lyfe
Within thy holy place:
Thy temple shall hym satisfie
With goodnes and with grace.
For wonders great thou doest declare
In truthe to teache vs ryght:
O god of our saluation
In the is our delyghte.
Of all thynges how thou arte the hope
It can not be discuste:
All that on earth or sea remayne,
In the doe hope and truste.
Thou gyrded haste thy selfe also,
With myghty strength and powre,
And hast the myghty mountaynes setts
As they stande at this howre.
Thou of the sea stillest the waues,
Their roryng and their rage,
The madnes of the multitude
Thou also canst aswage.
The outmoste dwellers on this earth,
Thy signes doe see and feare:
By the mornyng and euenyng starres,
Thy prayses doe appeare.
The earth eke howe thou visitest
With good it for to blesse,
And bryngest plentie on the same,
We knowledge and confesse.
For the ryuer of god doth flowe
So full of water pure,
That on the earth plentie of corne
For man he doth procure.
The forowes he doth water so
That clotts doe breake in pece,
Swete drops of rayne doth soften them,
And causeful great increce.
The yere thus doth he crowne & blesse
With plentie and goodnes,
The clowdes do drop great fatnes down
Ingendring plentiousnes,
The dwellinges in the wyldernes
Are fat in lyke maner:
The little hilles on euery syde
Doe plesantly appere.
The fouldes with shepe, y• vales with corne,
So ratefie this thing:
That in thy prayse for very ioye,
All people laughe and synge.
¶ An example howe happye and blessed they are that faythfully feare god, out of the .Cxii. Psalme.
SVche good historiographers
As wryte the dedes of men,
Of kynges & lordes, some good some ill,
That reigned nowe and then:
As they doe wryte of euell men
In rebuke and disprayse,
That lyuing men may lerne to flee
And voyde suche wicked wayes.
So doe they prayse and muche cōmend
Suche men as lyued well,
The worthy and the noble actes
Wherin in they did excell.
That others they myght so prouoke
To folowe in lyke wyse,
To wynne the spurres of godly fame
By vertues exercise.
So Dauid to prouoke all men
To godlynes and grace,
Doth vse the lyke, that all men may
The feare of god imbrace.
In fayth howe that the feare of god
All goodnes styll dothe bryng,
He vsed in an holy Psalme
In this wyse for to syng.
Beatus vir qui timet.
THe man is blest and happy which
Doth feare the Lorde aryght,
And to kepe his cōmaūdementes,
Dothe set his whole delyght.
His stre [...]ne or sede vpon the earth
With myght shall be increste,
Thus shall the kynde of faythfull men
Eternally be bleste.
For ryches ioye and plentie great
His house shall wynne and gayne,
His iust dealyng and ryghteousnes
For euer shall remayne.
For to the godly in darknes
great lyght there doth aryse:
Whiche sheweth loue and mercy both
In vertuous exercyse.
A good man sure is merci [...]ull
And lendeth where is nede,
And doth discretly waye his worde [...] ▪
Before they doe procede.
And suche a man for no distres
From god wyll moue or flee:
Wherfore his ryghteousnes shall haue
Eternall memorie.
Of ill tyd ynges or heauy newes,
Suche one is not afrayde:
His hearte doth stande faste and beleue,
The lorde to be his ayde.
His harte I saye is stablyshed,
And wyll not shrynke, vntyll
That he vpon his enemies
Hath his desire and wyll.
He from his store abundantlye
Disperseth to the poore:
For righteousnes are all his workes
And doynges euer more.
With honor shall his horne or strengthe
Exaited be on hye:
Whiche when the vngodly beholde,
They wyll the same enuye
Which in their hate shal gnash their teeth
And so consume away:
Thus in their owne luste wycked folke
Shall peryshe and decaye.
¶ An example of the prayse of God, for his omnipotencie. out of the, Cxiii. Psalme.
KYng Dauid knowyng well,
Howe vertue dyd excell
All other worldly thyng:
Did chiefly in Gods feare,
All wyckednes forbeare,
That may gods anger brynge.
For god is of suche powre,
That nothyng at no howre
Can hym withstande or byde:
For he may worke his wyll
All mortall men vntyll,
At euery tyme and tyde.
Therfore we are al bownde,
That dwell in this worlde rounde,
To prayse the lyuing lorde:
And in that lorde of myght
To set our whole delight,
And in his holy worde.
Wherfore this noble kyng
Studied aboue all thyng
His dutie to walke in,
To syng Gods laude and prayse,
He maketh no delayes,
But thus he doth begynne.
Laudate pueri dominum.
YE seruantes prayse the lorde,
And with hartye accorde
Se that ye doe the same:
Loke that ye render store
Of prayses euer more,
Vnto his blessed name.
His name that we should prayse
He is worthy alwayse,
Euen from the rysing tyme
Of the sonne fayre and bryght:
Vntyll it be in sight,
That downe he doth inclyne.
The lorde is hie of myght,
There is no kynde of wyght,
[Page 28] That can with hym compare:
His gloris certainly
Aboue the heauens hye
Remayne and euer are.
Who is lyke vnto him,
Or wyll presume to clymme
Where he so hygh doth dwell?
Yet is this lorde so meke,
To beholde and take kepe
Of earth and heauen well:
Whoe doth the symple take
Out of the myery lake,
To set them vp agayne:
He takes out of the dust
All that in him doe truste,
To ryd them from their paine.
So that he may them sette
Among the prynces great,
By his great powre and myght:
The prynces all among,
Whiche gouerne doe the thronge
Of people daye and nyght.
He doth redeme also
The woman from hir wo,
That barayne long hath bene:
A mother full of blys
Of children nowe she is,
Hir housholde may be sene.
¶ An example how Dauid praysed God, for his delyueryng of Israell, by great miracles, out of Egypt. Out of the .C. xiiii. Psalme.
VVHo so in Exodus wyll reade,
Shall see what wonders god there wrought:
From Egypt when as he dyd leade
His people, and from thence them brought.
What myracles by Moses hande,
To Pharao was expressed playne:
That he therby myght vnderstande,
No more gods people to restrayne.
And how God by his mighty powre
And stretched arme did bryng them thence:
And howe the red s [...]a dyd deuoure
Kyng Pharao for his recompence.
And howe God did in wyldernes,
Prouyde his people drynke and meate:
So that they lackte in their distres,
No kynde o [...] thynge to drynke or eate.
Whiche Dauid bearyng well in mynde
Did with a Psalme geue god the prayse:
And doth therto all good men bynde,
With godly harte lo thus he sayes.
In exitu Israel de Egypto.
FRom Egipte lande when Israell,
(where they lōg tyme weare thraule & bonde)
From among people strange and fell.
When Iuda gan to scape the honde:
This Iuda then I saye was made
His holy people and his flocke,
And Israell was in lyke trade
Becomde his lordship all the stocke.
Whiche when the ragyng sea behelde,
It fl [...]d as one should it desire:
And Iordan [...] lyke case dyd yelde,
And backwarde did turne, and retyre.
The mountaynes at the sight of this,
Could not be styll but skipte lyke ramines:
The little hylles eke would not mis,
But leaped lyke the playing lamines.
If one myght aske what ayled thee
Thou sea, that thou dydest so forbeare?
And Iordan what cause myght there be,
That draue the backe in suche a feare:
Ye myghty mountaynes in lyke case,
Why skipped you lyke rammes I saye?
Ye little hilles, why from your place
[...]an ye to leape as lammes doe playe?
All the whole earth it shall behoue,
When Iacobs God shall be present,
[Page] To tremble shake and muche to moue,
And in his sight hym reuerent.
For at his wyll he turned tho
The hard rocke in to water clere,
Conuertyng harde flynte stones also
To springyng welles as dyd appere.
¶ An example of praier against idolatrous tyrātes, that set vp false worship, in the reproche of Gods true worshyp. Out of the .Cxv. Psalme.
IF vnto vs poore mortall men
No prayse is due of very ryght,
Howe are they mockte and blynded then,
How farre are they from perfect sight?
That to a stocke or dead Image
Wil geue such laude as god should haue?
How vayne is he howe doth he rage
That doth Gods glorie so depraue?
The whiche sinne and most vyle offēce.
Dauid did so abhorre and hate,
That he a Psalme in Gods defence
Compiled hath: that eche estate
May vnderstande howe farre awrye
They wandred be from righteousnes,
The lyuing God that doe denye,
By an Image or false lykenes.
And therfore doth all men exhorte
To fear [...] the lorde and in hym truste:
Whiche is a true and sure comforte
To all that in his hope are iust.
His harpe in hande he therfore tooke,
And on his knees this noble kyng
(As it is in the Psalter booke)
This holy Psalme began to synge.
Non nobis Domine.
NOt vnto vs lord, not to vs
But to thy holy name alwayse,
For thy mercy & truthe done thus,
Ascribed be all laude and prayse.
These heathen folke that faythles be,
Why should they saye to vs in spighte?
Where is their God let vs hym see,
In whom these Christians haue delyghte
For their false Gods their chiefe & best,
Are nothyng but syluer and goulde:
The handes of men both most and lest,
Haue forged them out of the moulde.
Yet haue they for their idols made
Mouthes, wherwt they can speak nothing
And eyes also wherof the trade,
Is to be blynde from all seyng.
Suche eares also in them are wrought
As heare nothyng that one can tell:
[Page] And noses whiche are likewyse nought,
For they with them can nothyng smell.
Vayne handes haue they and fete also,
For with their handes they handle not:
Nor with their feete they can not goe,
Nor sounde no voyce out of their throte.
Wherfore suche as doe Idols make,
Doe their owne workes resemble iust,
And they also that doe them take
For Gods, or haue in them their truste.
Let Israell then in the lorde
Set all their truste and confidence:
And Araons house therto accorde
For he is their most sure defence.
All ye that feare the lorde aright,
Truste in hym well be not afrayde:
For he will surely shewe his myght
To succoure you and be your ayde.
The lorde will not forget doubtles,
But haue vs in his mynde full well,
The ryghteous houses he wyll bles
Of Araon and of Israell.
Ye that doe feare the lorde therfore,
Are blessed both the great and small:
The lorde increase you more and more,
Both you and eke your children all.
For sithe ye are his chosen sorte,
And haue the lord whole in your thought,
He wyll you blesse with great comforte,
Both heauē & earth that made of nought.
The heauens and the firmament
Are his and at his holy wyll:
But the rounde earth he hath forth lente
The sonnes of mortall men vntyll.
The dead O lorde that are gone hence
Can not in graue expresse thy wayes:
Nor suche as downe are in sylence,
Can honor thee or geue the prayse.
But we O lorde that be alyue
Thy prayse wyll spreade and ramifye,
And in our hartes due thankes contryue
Vnto thy name eternally.
¶ An example of prayer from a repentant harte out of the .Cxxx. psalm.
Sythe in this worlde all men doe fall
And none from sinne is free and clere:
It doth behoue we study all,
In humblenes for to appere.
For in this lyfe we dayly see,
By stoutnes none can wynne nor gayne,
But rather it in eche degree
Doth purchase woe and cruell payne.
Who is so fonde if he offende,
To stande hym selfe to iustifie?
And rather doth not knele and bende
Tyll he haue pardon and mercy?
The noble prynce Dauid therfore,
Knowyng the frutes of humblenes:
Did frō his harte powre forth great store,
Of teares and contrite gentilnes.
Because he would all men should lerne
The lyke to doe in their great nede:
He sheweth howe his harte did yerne,
Tyll he had felte mercy in dede.
Him selfe prostrating in due wyse
For sorowe of his greuous sinne,
In prayer was his exercise:
Thus doth his humble sute begynne.
De profundis clamaui.
FRom care of harte that caue so depe,
So hath my soule my sinnes abhorde:
Repentantly I humbly crepe,
And call to thee for helpe O lorde.
O lorde witsafe my voyce to here,
I thee beseche to bowe thyne eares.
Suffer my prayer to appere,
Pourde forth to thee wt piteous teares.
For if thou wylt for euermore
Our wyckednes laye by thy syde,
[Page 32] Or kepe a note of them in store:
Oh lorde who then may [...] abide.
Thy mercy lorde then make vs taste,
Whiche is to thee most naturall:
That graciously forgeue thou mayste,
And rayse them whiche by frailtie fall.
This made me on the lorde to wayte,
My soule also on hym to byde:
His promise is without deceyte,
And from his worde he wyll not slyde.
My soule hath more earnest delyghte
Vpon the lorde to watche and staye,
Than watchmen, whiche wake al ye night
And long ryght sore tyll it be daye.
Let Israell the Lordes electe,
(The iust that godly be and wyse,)
Haue to the lorde their whole respecte:
For mercy is his exercyse.
This Israell I saye he shall,
All wickednes from them expell,
From sinnes he shall redeme them all,
Though thei be more then tongue can tel.
Glory be to our god aboue,
The father whiche of myght is moste,
And to the sonne as doth behoue,
And also to the holy ghoste:
As it from the beginning was,
And yet doth to this tyme extende,
And shall be still as tyme shall pas
For euer more worlde without ende.
¶ An example that as wel penitent prayer, as ioyfull thankes and prayse, haue their due tyme and place, out of the .Cxxxvii. Psalme.
AS eche thinge hath his due tyme her [...],
On this earth where we goe:
So is ther tyme for ioye and glee,
And eke for care and woe.
For as we ioye in tyme of welth,
Praysing the lorde therfore:
So in the tyme of pensyvnes,
Of myrth we make no store.
In one subiecte two contraries
Can neuer well agree:
Both myrth and wo at once in one
A strange thyng were to see.
It would be thought a great madnes,
In ioye to wayle and wrynge:
Neither can it be coumpted les
In sorowe for to synge.
As when the Iewes in Babylon
Where they were captiue all,
[Page 33] Commaunded were to playe and synge,
Of suche as made them thrall.
Which vaine request of their great foes,
These miserable Iewes
Would not accomplyshe in no wyse,
But did the same refuse.
They hangde asyde their instrumentes
And laide their songes awaye,
And knewe it was not tyme to synge:
But rather for to praye,
That god would them delyuer once,
From that their bondage vyle:
Wherin they had bene punyshed
A long and wery whyle.
But after thre score and tenne yeres,
When God them home had broughte,
With holy psalmes to prayse his name,
They diligently sought.
And in remembrance of the wo,
And bondage, where they were,
And ioye of their deliuerance,
They songe as ye shall here.
Super flumina Babilonis.
ONce as we by the ryuers sate
That runne in Babylon,
[Page] With bytter teares waylyng our wo,
When we thought on Sion:
We layde a syde our thankfull tunes,
Of honour laude and prayse,
And hung our harpes on wylow trees,
That grew there in those dayes.
Therfore our foes whiche to that land
As captiues did vs bryng,
(The more our sorowes to augmente,)
Required vs to sing.
Cōmaunding vs with spightful scorne
And great derision:
Sing vs (quod they) some hebrue songs
Of your blessed Sion.
As though it were conuenient
Contrary to gods wyll,
Suche vayne preceptes of wycked men,
To felowe or fulfyll.
In suche a lande gods laude to singe
With songes of his swete worde:
Where Images the honor haue
That due is to the lorde.
If euer we Ierusalem
So from our myndes consume:
We wysh our right handes might forget
Our harpes to touche in tune.
And that our tongues within our mouth
May cleue we are content,
When we should vtter any thyng,
That mynde may vs inuente:
Thy prayses oh Ierusalem
If we preferre not styll,
Before the moste or greatest ioye
That hap may vs vntyll.
These Edomytes our enemyes
Oh lorde remember them,
Their wyckednes when they destroyde
Thyne owne Ierusalem.
Among them selues thus gan they say,
Our citie to confounde:
Destroye and sacke it, down with it,
And rase it to the grounde,
And thou O daughter Babylon,
(Well worthy of no les)
Thy mirthe shall turne to misery,
And thy ioye to distres.
And he shall be a happy man
That with suche lyke agayne
Shall the rewarde, as thou didst vs,
With great reprofe and payne.
Ye blessed shall he be in dede
That shall rewarde the once,
In takyng of thy suckyng babes
And dashe them to the stones.
¶ An example of Gods prayse, for his great care ouer his elect, in disapointing their enemies & delyueringe them. out of the .Cxl. Psalme.
VVHat can the mortall man
Inuente deuyse or skan,
Against the wyll of god?
Or howe can we withstande,
Of god the heuy hande,
His myghty plague and rod?
What nede we then to care,
What wicked men prepare,
With crafte vs to destroye?
Sythe god the Lorde of all,
Can bryng vs out of thrall,
And turne our care to ioye?
The noble kyng Dauid
The lyke thyng hath proued,
That who so feare the lorde,
There shall no wyght preuayle
Though they doe vs assayle:
With workes of god abhorde.
For in his tyme of nede
He prayed with all spede,
To god for helpe and ayde:
As it doth folowe here,
And ryght well doth appere,
What he therin hath sayde.
Eripe me domine.
DEliuer me O Lorde
Accordyng to thy worde,
Lorde let me not be shent.
On me some pitie haue,
From subtyle wayghtes me saue,
Of enmies violent.
In heart they thynke myschiefe,
And seke to doe me griefe:
Their tongues they whet so sharpe
As aders venym vyle:
That they may vs begnyle,
Full wycked wyles they warpe.
Kepe me O lorde therfore,
From enmies euer more,
Whiche wicked be and ill:
Thy helpe let me not wante,
For they would me supplante,
From doyng of thy wyll.
These proude men they haue sette
For me a pryuy nette,
Where I should out and in:
Yea and in my pathwaye
My soule for to betraye,
They laye bothe snare and gyn.
Lorde therfore haue I sayde
Thou art myne only ayde,
Lorde here my depe desyre:
O Lorde thou art my welth,
[Page] O God my sauing health,
Graunt me that I require.
Let not these men vnpure
On me take their pleasure,
Distroye their ill intente:
They are so proude and haulte.
That they them selues exalte,
Therfore let them be shente.
I meane suche men as be
Of their great subtiltie,
At no tyme vnpreparde:
Lorde in their owne deceyte,
Wherwith they layde suche weyke,
[...] their owne fete be snarde.
Let coles of fyre fall downe,
And cast them on their crowne,
And throwe them into hell
From whence howe for to ryse
There is no tongue so wyse,
That can them rede or tell.
Let nothyng prosper well
On earth where suche men dwell,
Reproue their ryche renowne:
To mischiefe they be wunte.
With plages therfore them hunte
And hedlong throw them downe.
I knowe the lorde will wounde,
And viterly confounde,
All men to pryde adicte:
[Page 36] And wyll auenge in dede
The poore that stande in nede,
And are thus sore afflicte.
The ryghteous verely
Shall prayse and magnifie
Thy holy name therfore:
The heartes of pure pretence,
Shall dwell in thy presence,
Good lorde for euer more.
¶ An example howe to prayse God for his almyghty powre, and gentylnes. Out of the .Cxlv. Psalme.
AS he that would set forth to men,
The prayse of some good kyng,
To cause his subiec tes hym to loue:
And obey in all thynge,
Doth shew to them his great goodnes,
His powre and all his myghte
That therby he may cause all folke,
In him to haue delyght:
And also that his enemies
The more may stande in feare,
And where perhaps they would rebell
To cause them to forbeare:
So Dauid doth gods glory shewe,
And powre omnipente,
To make harde hartes that feare not god,
To soften and relente.
That they myght come in vnitie
Of God and of his lawe,
And leaueth no good meanes vnsought,
Them to intyse and drawe.
That vniformely mortall men,
Whiche in this worlde doe dwell:
Myght all agree praysinge the lorde,
And in vertue excell.
Whiche if ye staye or stande in doubte
Howe to begynne this game,
Take here a Psalme, which will instruct
And leade you in the same:
Exaltabo te deus.
O God that arte myne only kyng,
I wyll thee magnify:
and so set forth thy laude & praise
To dure eternally.
From daye to daye euen euery daye,
Great thankes I wyll thee gyue,
And prayse thy name for euer more,
Whyle I haue tyme to lyue.
Great is the Lorde and meruaylous,
And worthy of all prayse:
There is no ende of his greatnes,
Or magnificent wayes.
From tyme to tyme for euer more
Eche generation
To others shall thy powre declare,
And thy workes evry one.
And as for me myne only talke
Shall worshyp styll thy name,
Thy glory and thy wondrous workes,
And prayse the for the same.
Men of thy workes so meruaylous
To speake shall haue delyght:
And alwayes shall be talkyng of
Thy greatnes and thy myght.
Of thyne abundant kyndnes we
Wyll kepe memoriall,
And syng of thy great ryghteousnes
From henceforth all men shall.
For thou O lorde art gracious
Yea mercifull and meke,
Long suffring and of great goodnes
To them that doe hym seke.
To euery man lyberally,
The lorde doth shewe his loue,
And ouer all his goodly workes,
His mercy styll doth moue.
And they expresse thy glory great,
Thy kyngoome and thy powre:
To men that all these myght be knowne
At euery tyme and houre,
Thy kyngdom euerlastingly
A kyngdome is ryght sure,
Thy lordshyp shall from age to age
Eternaly endure.
For in his dedes he faithfull is,
(What so he take in hande)
His workes he all holy and iuste,
Both vpon sea and lande.
The lorde vpholdeth all that are
In danger for to fall,
Them that be downe he lyfteth vp
When they on hym doe call.
The eyes of all on thee O lorde
Doe wayte and put their trust,
And thou dost geue to them their meate
In season due and iuste.
Thou openest thy holy hande,
Thy powre and thy good wyll,
All lyuing thynges plentifully,
Therwith that thou mayst fyll.
The lorde is righteous in his wayes,
His workes be holy all:
And he is nyghe to faithfull men,
When they on him doe call:
Suche as feare him, he will fulfyll
To them their whole desire.
He will them here and helpe also
When they doe hym require.
All suche as loue and feare the Lorde,
Them styll preserueth he:
And he wyll scatter all abroade
Suche as vngodly be.
My mouth shall speake & prayse ye lorde
And that abundantly,
Let all fleshe thanke his holy name
With laude eternally.
¶ The nynth chapiter of Ecclesiasticus: or booke of Iesus the sonne of Sirach.
¶ The argument
[...] OF iclousie who so wyll heare,
[...] vnto my tune harke & drawe nere,
[...] howe ye shall ofthe harlottes vyle
What mischiefe and what hurte they doe
To suche as harken them vnto,
Howe vayne and vyle adultrie is
Howe fonde they are that walke amys.
Howe we shoulde kepe, an olde frend true
And neuer change hym for no newe,
Howe for to leade a godly lyfe,
In holynes without all stryfe.
How that a kyng by wysdomes lore
Should rule and gouerne euermore,
Howe eche man should in his degree
Se that his worke well vsed be.
And howe the folysh talkatyue
Are the moste wicked folke on lyue,
To Iesus Sirach geue good eare
Whiche telles his tale in this maner.
Ecclesiast. Cap. ix.
BE not ouer thy wyfe Ielouse,
but without strife kepe wel thy house:
Lest that she shewe some point of ill,
Or wycked sleight the for to spyll.
Nor tangle not thy powre nor lyfe:
With a false whore which maketh strife:
Lest she redounde within thy strength,
And so confounde thy soule at length.
Beholde not women vayne & nought,
Whiche vpon men set all their thought:
On suche I saye set not thy care,
Lest they betray thee in their snare.
Abstayne and flee hir wicked waye,
That loues to geste scoffe daunce & playe,
To hir consent not in no wyse,
Though she the tempte and ofte entyse.
Loke not to longe vpon a mayde,
Least with hir forme thou be dismayde.
Muche lesse on harlotes then haue mynde
Nor on women of suche ill kynde:
Least thou decaye before thyne age,
And so consume thyne heritage.
In townes and cities doe not gase,
As one whose wittes were in amase:
Nor wander not in euery strete,
Least with ill men perhappes thou mete.
Chiefly of all turne thy face fro,
The woman gaye whiche worketh wo.
Beholde not muche the great bewtie,
Of any one vnknowne to thee:
For in tyme past suche fooles haue bene,
Which with their fonde eyes as I wene▪
Did so regarde the beuty fayre
Of strangers where they did repayre:
That they decayd through their desire,
Whiche burned lyke the flaming fyre.
Wherfore women adulterous,
Should only be regarded thus,
As most vyle dounge durte myre & claye,
That eche man treads on in his waye.
For suche as on them wonder had,
Were by their beutie tangled mad.
All wysdom they from them did caste:
So whot of fonde loue was the blast.
Lead thou therfore a godly lyfe:
Couet thou not thy neighbours wyfe.
Syt not with hir at any sted:
Lye not with hir vpon a bed.
No talke with hir make thou at wyne [...]
Least thy heart should to hir inclyne.
Therby makyng thy bloud to fall:
And so destroy thy lyfe and all.
Forsake not thou a good olde friende:
For suche a newe is harde to fynde.
For a newe friende is lyke newe wyne:
Whiche is not good tyll it be fyne.
But when the wyne is olde and pure,
Then mayst y• drynke hym with plesure,
Desyre not the honor therfore,
That synn [...]rs gayne and kepe in store.
If thou dydst their destruction knowe,
Whiche will them once all ouerflowe:
To suche honour thou wouldst not haste.
Nor of their vayne welth wysh to taste.
Of one thyng more warne thee I will,
Abstain frō such, whose powre may kill.
For if with suche thou makest stryfe,
He may sone take from thee thy lyfe.
Forsee and shurne eche casualtie:
So shalt thou scape all ieopardie.
Take good hede of an ill neighbour,
Least with some crafte he thee deuoure.
With wyse men be in company,
So shalt thou gayne great honestie.
Let iust men be thy gestes alwayes,
Ioye in gods name and geue hym prayse.
Be courteous gentyll, good and kynde,
Haue gods feare euer in thy mynde.
Let all thy workes and talke be bent,
Vpon the lordes commaundemente.
Eche good craftes mā shuld set his wil
His worke to frame by discrete skyll.
Whiche being set before mens eyes,
Shall cause hym to be counted wyse.
For eche worke brought to gorgeous end,
Doth cause all men it to commende,
A prynce that rightly gouerne wyll,
Lyke wise of wisdom should haue skyll.
So well he should wysdom decerne,
That at his talke others myght lerne.
Hym that doth many fonde wordes vse,
A wyse mans parte is to refuse.
For suche in towne and in citie.
Doe kyndle stryfe and vylainy,
They neither weye cause, tyme, nor place:
In them is neither wytie nor grace.
They are past shame I saye, therfore
Refuse suche men and them abhorre.
¶ The maner of true and perfecte prayer instituted by our sauiour Iesus Christe, the only sonne of God, the wisdom of the father, and seconde person in trinitie.
[...] THe syxt of mathewe if ye reade
[...] example ye may finde.
[...] What praier is and how to vse
[...] the same in [Page 41] perfecte kynde.
For Christ our only mercy seate,
So soundly hath vs taughte,
That in his gospell we may fynde,
Not els where to be sought.
When thou doste praye sayth Christe our Lorde
Se that thou doe refuse,
The vayne glory that hippocrites
Doe in their prayers vse.
For they wyll in the synagoges,
Their prayers to appere,
In open stretes or in suche place,
As moste men may them here.
For whiche their folysh vaynglorie,
That would of men be hearde,
The prayse of men whiche they desyre,
Is only their rewarde.
But at suche tyme as thou wylt praye,
Into thy chamber go,
A faythfull and a contrite harte
Prayer must Issue fro.
And when thou hast closed thy dore,
And shut out wordly care,
[Page] And vayn thoughtes of this wretched worlde
Thy prayer then declare.
Vnto thy god and father dere,
Whiche is in secrete still:
Seing the bothom of eche harte,
Eche thought, eche worke and wyll.
Whoe will rewarde thee in such wise
That it shall well appere,
That he hath heard thy hartes requeste,
Moste lyke a father dere.
But in thy prayer bable not
With many wordes and vayne,
As Heathen men whiche thinke therby
their purpose to obteyne.
It is the harte and not the lyppes
Wherby thou mayste aspyre,
Thy sute to god for to attayne,
And to haue thy desyre:
The harte I saye both cleane and pure
Must be the very meane,
For lips doe but prouoke gods wrath
Where hartes be founde vncleane.
For god doth knowe before you speak [...]
Your nede and all your lacke,
And wyll you kepe it you be iuste,
That nought shall goe to wracke.
And erre thou praye bethynke thy self,
Who did the hurt or greue,
Refrayne thy wrath in continent
And louyngly forgeue
If thou forgeue not other men,
Their trespasses and cryme,
Thinke not that god will thee forgeue,
Thy faultes at any time.
Contrariwyse if thou forgeue,
Suche as did the vnryght,
God by his promis wyll thee here
And shewe the mercy bryght.
And where thou hast done any hurte,
It is not worth the whyle
To praye before thou make amendes,
And thy selfe reconcyle.
But when thou art prepared thus,
In all pointes as I saye:
With pure harte in moste humble wyse.
On this sorte see thou praye.
Pater noster.
O Lorde that art our only god
And father of vs all,
In heauen whiche arte resident,
To thee we crie and call.
Thy holy and thy blessed name,
That we may sanctifie:
Graunt that we may for euer vse
The same reuer ently.
Oh let thy kyngdom downe descende,
And alwayes vs protecte:
That we may reigne in peace and ioye
Whiche are thyne owne electe.
Thy worthy wyll let it be done
Of worldly wretches here:
As it in heauen euer is
Among thy saintes moste dere.
Our daily bread geue vs this daye,
Our bodies to susteyne:
And to our soules thy blessed worde,
Thy truthe styll to mainteyne.
Both for the body and the soule,
Relieue vs with thy store:
That we therby may taste thy grace,
This daye and euer more.
Our trespasses & our great sinnes,
Redeme and clene forgeue,
As we forgeue and mercy take,
On them that doe vs greue.
O lorde into temptation
Aboue our strengthe and powre,
Doe not leade vs at any tyme,
Least Sathan vs deuowre.
But with thy grace defende vs styll,
Let not thy goodnes cease:
But from all euylles vs defende,
Delyuer and release.
For onely to thee doth belonge
The kyngdome very ryght,
The power and gloryous maiestie,
For euer so be it.
¶ The abridgement of our Christen beleefe, written as some suppose into .xii. Articles, by the .xii. holy apostels of our sauiour Iesus Chryste.
THe .xii. Apostelles of Iesus our lorde,
After their holy preachyng a long tyme,
And settyng forth of goddes most holy worde,
Preaching repentaunce from al synne and cryme
Yet not withstandinge all their dilygence,
Mistaking of goddes worde dyd make offence.
For many heresyes dyd then aryse,
And mysbele [...]e in god our lorde aboue,
By mystakyng, and worldely wyt lyke wise,
Whiche made from true fayth many to remoue.
For carnall reason walketh styll astray,
And vnto fayth dothe alwayes disobay.
These holy preachers therfore thinkinge best
In this turmoyle to set order and staye,
Dyd then deuyse bothe vnto most and least,
Of true beleefe a breefe and perfect waye,
[Page] That all men might, as well the younge as o [...]lde.
Sone lerne the same and in memory houlde.
Syth then the holy ghost hath taught vs thus,
It doth behoue that we dilygently,
Do learne the same to knowe and to discusse,
And kepe eche parte therof most faythfull,
Wherefore the summe of it I wyll reherse
As here doth folowe in this kynde of verse.
Credo in deum patrem.
I Do beleue with stedfast true intent
In God the father which is of all myght,
Who made heauen earth and al their whole content
The nyght the day the darkenes and the lyght.
And I beleue in Iesus Christ our lorde.
Hys onely sonne thee uerlastyng worde.
Which of the holy ghost conceyued was,
And of the most pure virgyn Mary borne,
And vnder Ponce Pylat as came to passe
Suffred, and on the crosse was rente and torne.
And beyng dead, was buryed in the ende,
And also downe into hell dyd descende.
And the thirde day accordyng to scripture.
He rose from death to perfect lyfe agayne:
And vp to heauen he ascended sure,
On god the fathers ryght hande to remayne:
Till at the last he once agayne shall come,
Both quicke and deade to iudge by rightfull dome.
I also beleue in the holy ghoste,
[Page 44] And in the church of chryst catholycall,
And of the sayntes the communion moste,
The forgeuenes of myne offences all,
And this our fleshe shall ryse agayne at last.
And I beleue eternall lyfe to taste.
Amen.
¶ The songe of prayse and thankesgeuinge of blessed Mary the vyrgyn, mother of our lorde and sauiour Iesus Chryst, after the salutation of the Angell Gabriell, and of Elizabeth mother of blessed Iohn baptist. written. Luke the j. Chapter.
Magnificat anima mea.
My soule truelye
Shall magnifye
The lorde, and hym honour:
So shall my sprite
Ioy and delyghte
In god my sauyour.
Hys eyes he stayd
On hys handmayde,
In poore and lowe degree,
And kinreds all
From henceforth shall
Knowe me blessed to be.
For he whose myght
Excelleth ryght
Hath exalted my [...]ame:
[Page] Doynge to me
Great thinges and hye,
And holy is is name.
His mercy sure
Doth aye endure,
And doth not wast nor weare:
In kynredes all
Continuall
That do hym loue and feare,
He in his powre,
Hath at this howre
His arme put forth at length:
The prowde abowght
Bringeth to nowght,
What so their hartes inuenth.
He putteth downe
From their renowme
The mighty and the stronge:
And doth vp set
In honour great
The meeke that suffer wronge.
And he doth styll
Both fede and fyll
All those that hunger payne:
And doth them good
When without foode
The ryche empty remayne.
He hath in minde
His mercy kynde,
[Page 45] His folke to helpe and saue:
His seruantes well
Euen Israell,
That for his mercy craue.
As he like wise
Dyd once promyse,
To Abraham before:
Our fathers olde
that fayth dyd holde,
And their sede euermore.
Glory and prayse
And laude alwayes.
Vnto the trynitie:
With one accorde
Prayse we the lorde
One god and personnes three.
As hath ben aye,
And at this daye
Continueth as yet:
And shall extende
Worlde without ende,
For euer so be it.
Finis.
¶ The songe of prayse and thankes geuinge of holy Zachary, father of Saynct Iohn baptist, beinge restored to his speche, whiche was taken from him at the vision of the angell, written, Luke the fyrst chap.
[Page] Benedictus dominus deus.
BLessed nowe be
The almyghtye
Lorde God of Israell,
Hys people whych
Visiteth myche
Redemynge them full well.
A myghtye horne
Of saluation
That hath to vs raysed,
Euen in the house
So ryghteous
Of his seruant Dauid.
As he spake by
The mouthes holy
Of hys Prophetes, ech whan,
That ay haue bene
Among vs sene,
Sence the worlde first began.
Which sayde that we
Shoulde saued be,
From our enemyes all:
Who euer that
Hath vs in hate
Eyther the greate or small.
To performe ryghte
Hys mercy bryght,
That he sometyme dyd graunt
Our forefathers.
[Page 46] And remembers
Hys holy couenaunt.
Hys othe once sworne
For to performe,
Vnto our father dere:
Euen Abraham
That when tyme came
To vs it myght appere.
That from our foes
We beynge lose
And cleane delyuered:
We myght serue him
From tyme to tyme
Without all seruy [...]e drede.
In holynes
And ryghteousnes
With perfect wayes and pure,
For euermore
Hys face before
While our lyfe dayes indure.
And thou O chylde
That art so mylde
Shalt be calld the prophet
Of the most hyest,
And hys sonne Chryst
To shewe hys glory great.
The lorde of grace
Before hys face,
Thou chylde shalte go I say:
[Page] For to prepare
And eke declare
his pure and chosen way.
To geue knowledge
Of this the pledge
Of their saluation:
his peoples synne,
That they are in.
The cleane remission.
Throughe the mercy
Tender and free,
Of god, wherby the day
Springeth so bright
Euen from the hight,
Doth visyte vs alway.
From deathes shadowe,
And darkenes lowe,
Suche as syt to release:
their feete eche tyde
With light to guide,
Into the way of peace.
Glory and prayse
And laude alwayes
Vnto the Trinitie,
To the father,
And the sonne dere,
And to the ghost holy.
As hath ben aye,
And at this day.
[Page 47] Continueth as yet:
And shall be styll
With right good wyll
For euer so [...]e it.
Finis.
¶ The songe of prayse and thankes geuyng of holy Simeon at the Circumcisyon of our Lorde Iesu Chryste. Luke. ij.
Nunc dimittis.
THy seruaunt nowe
Permyt mayst thowe,
For to depart O lorde
In quiet peace,
from strife to cease,
According to thy worde.
Myne eyes, our wealth
Thy sauyng health
haue sene nowe through thy grace,
Of thee preparde
to be declarde,
Before all peoples face.
To be a lyght
Styll shyning bryght,
Guyding the gentylles wel:
And for to be
the great glory
Of thy flocke Israell.
Let eury trybe
Glory ascrybe
Nowe to the deitye.
As hath bene, is,
And shall not mysse
To be continually.
Amen.
¶ The r. commaundementes of almighty God written, in ij. tables of stone with y• finger of God. The first table conteyning iiij preceptes concerneth our duety towardes God: The second table conteyning the other vjpreceptes concerneth our duetye towardes our neyghbour. written in the xx. Chapiter of Exodus, and in the v. Chapiter Deuteronomium.
Argument.
The lyuyng God our onely Lorde
That all thinges with his word hath made,
And (as the scripture doth recorde)
Doth gouerne all in godly trade,
And knowth how apt man is to stray
And all good thynges to disobay.
Wyth hys fynger (for mannes behoue)
In tables twayne of stone dyd wryte
Commaundementes ten, hys heart to moue
From guyle and wrong to truth and right:
In godlynes to guyde hys wayes
They folow here note what he sayes.
I Am thy Lorde and God alone
From Egypt land that▪ brought the ryght.
Beholdyng thy distresse and mone:
From house of bonde I freede thee quight.
Wherefore thou shalte I say to thee
None other Goddes haue before mee.
Thou shalt no grauen Image make,
Nor picture be it greate or smalle,
Or fygure that thy minde may take,
In heauen earth or waters all:
Nor honour them, that shalt not thou,
Nor vnto them ne knele nor bowe.
For I thy God and onely Lorde
A ielouse God am of suche synne,
And fathers faultes I haue abhorde
Vpon their childern and their kynne:
In kynreds iij. or iiij. or mo
I vysit them that hate me so.
Which iustyce yet doth me not stay
From mekenes, mercy, nor from grace:
Which I extende to them alway
My holy lawes that do embrace:
To thousandes though none can deserue,
That I commaunde if they obserue,
The holy name thou shalt not vse
Of me thy lord and God in vayne,
Vnlawfull othes thou shalt refuse,
Sweare not for false or fylthy gayne:
The Lorde will thee not holde vngylt
Hys name in vayne if take thou wilt.
Remember that in any wyse
the Sabaoth day thou sanctifie,
Syx dayes thou shalt thee exercise,
And labour for necessitie:
The seuenth day the Sabaoth is
Of god almyght the lorde of blys.
Therfore this day beare well in minde
No kinde of worke that then thou do,
Vnto whiche lawe thy sonne I bynde,
Thy daughter shall it kepe also,
Thy man thy mayde and eke thy beast:
In fyne within thy gate thy geast.
For in syx dayes the lorde created
Heauen, earthe, sea, and all of noughte,
The seuenth day take his rest he dyd:
Wherfore the lorde that all hath wrought,
The Sabaoth day dyd sanctifie,
And blessed it perpetually.
Thy father and thy mother dere
Se that thou reuerently honour,
Let none ingratitude appere
In thee to them, but them soccour:
So in the lande longe shalt thou lyue,
Whiche thy lorde God to thee shall gyue.
Thou shalt not kyll note thou it well.
Also thou shalt no wedlocke breake.
I say also thou shalt not steale.
Nor witnes false thou shalt none speake.
Against thy neyghbours, them to wrong:
But lyue vprightly them amonge.
And to conclude of this take hede
What my lawes chieflye doe requyre,
Not onely to forbere the dede,
But also from the heartes desyre,
Of that thy neighbour doth possesse,
Of any thyng in more or lesse.
Particularlye to recite,
Thy neyghbours house couet thou not:
Nor yet hys wyfe, his heartes delyght,
Hys man or mayde whych is his lot:
Hys oxe or asse or ought of hys,
Couet thou not, thynke wel on thys.
¶ The prayse of God the father sonne and holye ghost. Wrytten in an holy Hymne, by the worthy fathers Augustine and Ambrose.
Te Deum laudamus.
O God of myghte
As it is ryghte
We yelde the la [...]de and prayse.
Wyth one accorde
To be the Lorde
We knoweledge thee alwayse:
The earth throughout
And all aboute
Thy worshyppe doth expresse:
Thou doest appere
A father dere
In euerlastyngnesse.
To thee do call
The Angelles all
And cry wyth a loude dynne:
The heauens hye
Eternallye
And all the powres therin.
Both Cherubin
And Ceraphin
Do in thy prayse reioyce:
And thus alwayes
Expresse thy prayse
Wyth an incessant voyce.
Holye, holye,
Thou art holye,
Lorde God of Sabaoth:
Thy maiestye
And thy glorye
Fylles heauen and earth both.
The gloryous sect
Of thyne elect
Apostles euery one:
Thy prayse doth showe,
All in a rowe
And honour thee alone.
The Prophetes all
Do on the call
So goodly in their kynde:
That felow shyppe
Doth not let slyppe
To kepe thy prayse in mynde.
The noble aray
Of martyrs aye
Thy prayse doth styll expresse:
The Church holye
Where euer it be
The lyke prayse doth confesse.
Infinitlye
Thy maiestye
O father doth endure:
And thy Sonne styll
We honour wyll,
Onely so true and pure.
The holye ghost
Our comforte most,
We do confesse to be:
Thou Chryst Iesu,
Mesias true
Art the kynge of glory.
Thou art euer
Of the father
The euerlastyng sonne:
Which we confesse
Both more and lesse
That in this worlde do wonne.
When for our sake
Thou dyddest take
On thee man to restore:
The wombe so cleene
Of the Virgin
Thou dyddest not abhorre.
When thou the darte
Of death so sharpe
Dydst vanquishe and depriue:
Thou dydst vnlose
Thy blesse, to those
That truelye d [...] beleue.
On the ryghte hande
(We vnderstande)
Of the father so dere,
(In glorye greate)
There art thou set
Tyll the last day appere.
Then we beleue
Iudgemente to geue,
That thou from thence shalt come,
Most ryghteouslye
Our iudge to be
And iudge vs all and some.
Thy seruauntes pray
Thee day by day,
Of thee some helpe to haue:
Whom wyth thy bloude
Precious and good,
Thou dydst redeme and saue.
Make them indede
To be numbred
Wyth thy holy sayntes all:
For euermore
Thy face before
In glory eternall.
Thy people saue.
Whiche on the craue:
And blesse thyne heritage,
Gouerne them styll,
To doe thy wyll,
Euer from age to age.
For we dayly,
Thee magnifie
And worshyp styll thy nam [...]
And styll intende
Worlde without ende,
To continue the same.
Vouchsafe we praye
O lorde this daye,
From sinne vs to defende:
For on thyne ayde
Oure faith is stayde,
And euer doth depend.
Mercy O lorde,
Haue mercy Lorde,
Shewe vs thy mercy iuste:
On vs let lyght
Thy mercy bright,
As we in thee doe truste.
And synce alway
My truste and staye,
In the lorde is fyxed:
Oh graunt that I
Eternally
Be neuer confounded.
To the father,
And his sonne dere,
And to the holy ghoste,
Glory and prayse
Geue we alwayes,
As we are bounden moste.
As was and is,
And shall not mys,
To be eche tyme and when:
For euer more
Laude and honor
To our lorde god. Amen.
¶ To his friend E. H. at whose requeste, the author drue into metre, the songe of the three chyldren, whiche were put into the whot burning ouen, which were called properly in the hebrue tongue, Ananias, Asarias, & Misael: whose names Nebucadnezer chā ged into Cidrach, Misach, and Abednago, in the Chaldey tongue. Written, Daniel. in.
MY louyng friende,
Your boune and mynde,
Doth seme to me this tyde,
As Phaet on vayne,
Should once againe
The sonne his chariot guide:
Who folyshly
Immediatly
[Page 52] May set the world on fire,
Till Ioue almight
Most iust and right
Doe sley him in his Ire.
Or one vnwise
Should enterpryse
To make or cause tapere,
From flynt stones dure
Swete fountaynes pure
Of waters cristall cler [...].
Yet for to chuse
Or once refuse,
Your most frendly request,
Is not in me
Nor can not be
At any time possest.
Therfore take well
This small cantell
Of my due and good will,
Though momus secte
Then it reiecte,
No force it shall not skyll.
BLessed be thou
O lorde god nowe
The god of our fathers:
For thou alwayes
Arte worthy prayse
And of all great honers.
The name holy
Of thy glory,
Worthy to be praysed,
Styll in worldes all
Continuall
Is to be magnified.
Be thou blessed
In euery sted
Of thy temple holy:
Whiche doste vs moue
All thynges aboue,
To set vp thy glory.
More then worthy,
Thou arte truly
Of laude and prayse eche daye:
Wherfore euer
We wyll preferre
And set the vp for aye.
Blessed alone
In thy hyghe throne
Be thou in thy kyngdom:
Thee aboue all
We styll blesse shall,
In worlde of worldes to come.
Blessed be thou
That lokest throwe
The depe: and yet doste syt
The Cherubes on,
Worthy alone
Of prayse, descruing it.
The fyrmament
And heauens hente
Thee prayse which arte worthy,
(For thy fauour)
Of all honoure
Vnto eternitie.
Benedicite omnia opera Domini domino.
OYe workes all
In generall
Of god the lyuing Lorde,
Se that his prayse
Ye shewe alwayes
Set vp and it recorde.
Ye angels bryghte
And heauens lyght
And waters all aboue
The fyrmament:
With one consent
Prayse hym as doth behoue.
The lorde his powres,
Sonne Moone in cours,
Tell and shewe forth his prayse:
And neuer let
Hym vp to set
In his due laude alwayes.
O all ye sterres,
Dewe, and showers,
O all ye wynds of God,
His prayse tell ye,
Hym magnifye,
As in his worde he bod.
Heate and fyer,
Wynter, sommer,
Ye dewes and frostes hore:
[Page] Ye frost and coulde,
His prayse be boulde
To set forth euermore.
O Ise and snowe,
His prayse forth showe,
Hym laude and magnifye:
Ye nyghtes and dayes,
With the lyke prayse
Laude hym eternally.
Lyght and darknes
His prayse expresse,
Lyghtnyng and cloudes I saye:
Let the earth speake
And his prayse breake
Forth, for euer and aye.
Mountaines and hilles
With your good wylles,
Herbes, grasse, & al grene things
Welles, seas, and flood
Of hym speake good,
And declare his praysyngs.
Ye whales that lyue
And all that meue,
In floodes and waters clere:
All soules of thayre
Lykewyse repayre,
To make his prayse appere.
Bestes and catt [...]ll
His prayse forth tell,
[Page 54] Ye chyldren of men pure:
Let Israell
In prayse excell
For euer to endure.
With one accorde
Prayse ye the lorde,
That the lordes seruantes are:
Sprites and soules iust
His prayse syng must
Hym set vp and declare.
Let holy men
Prayse hym eche when,
And humble men of harte,
With good pretence
Euer from hence,
From his prayse neuer starte.
Ananias
Azarias
And Misaell prefer
His prayses great,
And hym vp set
For euer and euer,
Whiche hath from hell
Vs saued well,
And clene delyuered:
And hath our breath
Kepte safe from death,
And also hath vs ryd.
From burnyng flame
Amydste the same,
And made the heate retire:
When we dyd craue,
He dyd vs saue
In the mydst of the fyre.
Vnto the lorde
Let vs recorde
Both prayse and thankes therfore:
His hearte is kynde,
For we doe fynde
His mercy euermore.
O all men ryght
That are contryte,
Speake good and prayse the lorde,
For he truly
Is almyghtie,
And of all gods the God.
O geue him prayse
With thankes alwayes,
Whose mercy doth extende.
And doth indure
Remayning pure,
Euer worlde without ende.
Prayse glorious
Euer let vs
Magnificently moste,
Geue the father,
And the sonne dere
And to the holy ghoste.
From beginning
Continuyng
And nowe doth perseuer:
And shall doe aye
From daye to daye
For euer and euer.
Numeri .xiii.
¶ Sing this as, The dawnyng daye beginnes to glare. &c.
LEt now thy powre be great O lorde,
Lyke as thy lyps dyd once repeate:
And as we fynde it in thy worde,
Thy suffrance long, thy mercy great.
For as thou doste our synnes forgyue
And trespasses, when we repent:
So are we sure no man on lyue
From synne is free and innocent.
And of their father the misdede
Thou visitest vpon the childe,
His generation and his sede,
In .iiii. degrees therwith defylde.
But nowe oh lorde be gracious
Vnto thy flocke and their offence:
And of thy mercy bounteous
Remember not our negligence.
Thy people as thou didst forbeare,
From Egypt into wyldernes,
We the beseche in lyke maner,
That we may taste thy gentylnes.
ii. Esdras .i.
¶ Syng this as O lorde our god we turne to thee. &c.
LOrde god that in the heauens hie
Doste kepe thy residence:
Thou art a god of terrible
And great magnificence.
Thou that hast kept thy couenant
And mercy eke in store,
For them that loue thee, and obserue
And kepe thy holy lore,
Oh let thine eares be attendante,
And marke what I doe saye:
And let thyne eyes be vigilant,
Beholde me when I praye.
For I am bent both daye and nyght
To praye before thy face:
That to thy seruant Israell
Thou wilt geue health and grace:
And to forgeue them all their synne,
That they did thee transgresse:
For in the person of them all
Their faultes I doe confesse.
For I my selfe among them all
Doe in the number syt:
My fathers house hath not bene free
But did lyke synne commyt.
Corrupted haue we bene, in that
Thy lawes we haue not kept:
Thy wyll and thy commaundementes
Because we did reiecte.
Yet call to mynde thy worde O lorde
By Moyses that was sayde,
Thy seruant whom thou didst commaund
For to proclayme thyne ayde.
The punishment that thou hast made
For our transgressions,
Is for to scatter vs a broade
Among the nacions.
But thou hast sayd and promysed
That if we turne agayne,
Obseruyng thy commaundementes
And in thy lawes remayne:
That though we scattred were abroade
Neuer so farre about,
Yea in the vtmost partes of all:
Thou wouldst yet fynd vs out.
And gather vs from thence agayne,
In [...]o the very place,
That thou vs gaue to dwell therin
Of thy bountie and grace.
O heare vs nowe thy seruantes lorde
And people of thy lande,
That were deliuerd by thy powre
And by thy myghty hande.
O lorde nowe let thyne eares attend [...]
To marke what we requyre:
For thee to serue and feare thy name,
Is nowe our whole desire.
Tobias .xiii.
¶ Syng this as The. 6. of Mathew, If ye reade. &c.
O Lorde our God for euer more
Thy greatnes doth extende,
Thy powre, thy kyngdom & thy might
For euer without end.
For after scurges helth Insues,
And pleasure after payne:
And vnto hell when thou hast brought,
Thou bringest out againe.
Wherby thou hast instructed vs
That we may vnderstande,
That there is none by any meanes
That may escape thy hande.
Geue thankes therfore vnto the lorde,
Ye children of the iuste,
Before the Heathen let his prayse
Be shewed and discuste.
For therfore hath he scatred you,
His wondrous workes to showe,
Among the Heathen, and the folke
That dyd him neuer knowe.
That they may knowe and eke confesse
That other there is none
That is a god omnipotent,
But our good God alone.
Whiche hath vs made for our misdedes
His chastisment to take:
And wyll vs saue and helpe agayne,
For his owne mercies sake.
Then praye to hym with feare & dread,
And ponder well this thing:
And magnifie in all your workes
The euerlastyng kyng.
For I will prayse him in the land
Of my captiuitie:
For he dyd shewe the synfull folke
His myghty maiestie.
O turne you vnto God therfore
Ye sinners, and doe ryghte,
Ye may be sure with mercy then
That he wyll you requite.
And as for me, so wyll I doe
In soule and with my voyce
For why my god is only he
In whome I wyll reioyce.
O prayse the lorde all ye that be
His chosen and electe,
In io [...]full dayes geue hym the thankes
That still doth you protecte.
Tobias .iii.
¶ Sing this as the forme of perfect prayer beginnyng, The .vi. of Mathewe.
O Lorde god thou art righteous,
Thy iudgements all are true:
Thy iust wayes & thy faithfulnes
Doth mercy styll ensue.
Be myndfull nowe O lorde on me,
And plage not for my sinne.
Nor haue no mynde of my misdedes,
Ne of myne elders kynne.
For we to thy commaundementes
Weare not obedient:
wherfore among all nacions,
Thou hast vs captiue sent.
And scattred haste vs them among,
That dayly vs deryde:
For dredfull death, & most vyle shame,
Doth euer vs betyde.
In whiche thou hast declard O lorde,
Thy iudgementes great and hye:
We did not as thou didste commaunde,
Nor walkt innocently.
And therfore now O liuing lorde
My prayer shall be styll,
That thou commaunde & deale with me
According to thy wyll.
Receaue O lorde my sprite in peace,
To thee I doe it gyue:
For it is more expedient
For me do die then lyue.
Iudith. 16.
[...] ON tabrets to the lorde let vs
[...] our thankfull songes begin,
[...] Vpon the simbals let vs
[...] syng a new songe vnto hym.
With ioyfull thankes his name to prayse,
And call vpon the same:
It is the lorde that warres doth cease,
Yea the lorde is his name.
Which pitched hath his tentes of strēgth
His people all among:
Vs to delyuer from the handes
Of all our enmies strong.
For from the mountaynes of the northe
Came the Assirian,
And many thousandes myght we see,
Within his army than.
His multitude had shut the streames
In all our coastes throughout,
And with his horsmen couerd were
The valleys all about.
My markes & boundes he sayd he wold
Consume with burning fyre,
To kyll my young men with the sworde
Was also his desyre:
To brayne my suckyng babes, and geue
Myne infantes for a praye.
My maydens and my virgins pure
He thought to dryue awaye.
But through the lorde omnipotent
Suche grace we vnderstande,
Of their purpose they are decevd,
Euen by a womans hande.
For with the handes of yoūg mē strong
He truly was not slayne:
Nor they that were of Tytan borne
To kyll hym toke no payne.
Nor gyant great: but Indith lo
Daughter of Merari.
For with hyr face she scattred them
And with hyr great beutye.
Hir wydowes clothes, hir morninge wede,
She gan thē to forbeare:
And did on suche as she was wonie
On holy dayes to weare.
To helpe the wofull Israelites,
Whom ieopardie had hent:
Hir vertuous face she did anoynte,
With oyntment excellent.
And with an houe she trimde hyr heare,
Hir worke thus could she weaue:
She ware a lȳnen stole also,
Thus did She him deceaue.
Hir slypers rauished his eyes,
Hir beutie eke his mynde:
And through his necke his own sworde went
Suche ende lo did he fynde.
The Persians weare in doubt & feare
At hir audacitie,
The Medes dyd maruell very muche,
Hir bouldnes suche to be.
The humble folke reioyced then,
They Ioyde that erste dyd crye:
And they dyd feare that bragd before
And fayne were nowe to flye.
Our womens sonnes then killed them,
Lyke slaues they ran away:
The seruantes of the lorde my God
Thus caused them to straye.
A song of prayse vnto the Lorde
To syng I will procure:
Thy glory lorde and strength also
Inuincible and pure.
For eche thing y• thy hande hath made
Doth serue thee in his kynde:
Thou didst commaūde & straight it was,
Thy worde so strong we fynde.
Thyne holy sprite thou sentest out,
And strayght wayes it was made:
For nothyng can resist thy word,
Whiche dures and doth not fade.
For mountaynes they shall moued be
With water from their springes,
And in thy sight harde thinges shal melt,
As wexe and liquid thynges.
And yet to them that doe thee feare
Thy mercy doth extende:
From the fyrste tyme to this present,
And euer without ende.
Iob .i.
OVt of my mothers wombe
All naked came I loe:
[Page 60] And naked shall I turne agayne,
To earth that I came fro.
The Lorde gaue at the fyrst,
As his good plesure was,
And at his wyll dyd take agayne,
As it is come to pas.
The lorde his holy name
Be praysed nowe therfore,
As it hath bene, as it is nowe,
And shall be euermore.
Prouerb. xxx.
[...] O Lord two thinges I the require,
[...] that thou me not denie,
[...] but that I may the frute therof
[...] receiue before I die.
The first shall be that vanitie
Thou wilt from me restrayne,
And eke the lips that luste to lye,
To flatterglose and fayne.
The seconde that thou make me not
To poore in any wyse,
Ne yet to riche: but meane lyuyng,
Of necessary cyse.
Least when I am to full of welth
I thee forget and saye:
What felowe is the lorde? when I
Forgotten haue thy waye.
And lyke wyse least that pouertie
Constrayne me out of frame,
And me prouoke to steale O God
And to forsweare thy name.
Ecclesiasticus .xxiii.
¶ Syng this as, I am the man whome God. &c.
OH lorde I the desyre
Of thyne abundant grace,
That pryde & scornefull countenance
Appeare not in my face.
Thy goodnes nowe extend,
Oh for thy mercies sake,
Disdeyne and all doluptuousnes
Witsafe from me to take.
The fylthy fleshly lustes
That to our bodies leane,
[Page 61] Destroye therof the fyery rage,
And make me chaste and cleane.
Of pitie oh good Lorde
Extincte in me this fyre:
And let my mynde be mundifyd
Of eche vncleane desyre.
Oh leaue me not I saye
To myne owne lust and wyll:
Thyne ayde doe not from me withdrawe,
But be my succour styll:
Least wanting of thy helpe,
I runne in error blynde:
And fall into vnshamfastnes,
And obstinate of mynde.
Oh be thou my fortres,
That I may prayse thy name:
So shall I other men exhort
Also to doe the same.
¶ The songe of Esechia, Ego dixi in dimidio. &c.
Esaie .xxxviii.
¶ Syng this as, I am the man whom [...] God. &c.
VNto the gates of hell
I wente I should haue wende,
Amid my days whē as I thought
My yeres were at an ende.
With in my selfe I sayde,
I neuer shall agayne
Visite the Lorde (the lorde I saye)
In this lyfe whyle I reigne.
I neuer loke agayne
Before men to appeare,
Nor to beholde no worldly wyghtes
That haue their dwellyng heare.
Myne age is folded vp
Together at this daye:
As one should from the shepeherd poore
His cottage take away.
And through my synnes my lyfe
Is cut of and vndo,
As when the weuers worke is done
His webbe he cuttes ato.
This pynyng sycknes wyll
My lyfe in sunder rende,
For in one daye I well perceyu [...]
My lyfe shall haue an ende.
Vntyll to morowe yet
I thought to lyue so long:
But he my bones hath brused sor [...]
Moste lyke a gyant strong.
For in one daye thou wylt
Myne ende brynge on me lo:
As swalowes chatter in their laye,
Then gan I to doe so.
I cried lyke the crane,
And morned as the doue:
Directyng euer more myne eyes
On hyght to hym aboue.
O lord then sayde I tho
This sycknes doth me presse:
O ease thou me for in thy powre
It is, the same to ceasse.
What shall I saye, the lorde
His pro [...]s made to me,
And he hym selfe performed hath
The same as we may see.
All whyle I lyue therfore,
It shall not from my mynde,
My bytter life, and howe therin
I founde hym good and kynde.
Beyonde their yeres I see
O lorde that men may lyue,
Whiche I to all men wyll declare,
And knowledge wyll them gyue.
In those prolonged yeres
Howe I in ioye doe reigne:
And that thou causedst me to slepe
And gaue me lyse agayne.
My pensi [...]nes beholde,
As bytter was as gall:
And for my health I longed sor [...]
Out of that wofull thrall.
Thy pleasure was to saue
Me from the filthy lake:
For thou O lorde hast all my sinnes
Out trowne behinde thy backe.
For hell geues thee no prayse,
Nor death magnificence:
And in their graue none praise thy truth,
That parted be from hence.
The lorde hath wrought my health,
Our songes we therfore sure
Wyll alwayes synge within thy house,
Whyle our lyfe dayes indure.
Ieremie .ix.
¶ Syng this as, I am the man whome God. &c.
O Who wyll geue my head,
Of water perfecte store:
And to mine eyes a wel of teares
To flow for euer more?
So should myne outward acte
Expresse myne inwarde payne,
To wepe and wayle both nyght and day,
My people that are slayne.
Would God I had elswhere
A cottage in some place,
[Page 63] That from the people I myght be
A farre distance and space.
That I myght leaue my folke
And be from their resorte,
Adulterers because they be
And eke a shrynkyng sorte.
Lyke bowes they bende their tongues,
Wherwith they shoote out lyes:
And grow on earth, for why the worlde
Doth alwayes truthe despyse.
From wickednes they goe
To wickednes agayne,
And wyll not knowe me sayth the lorde,
Nor in my lawes remayne:
One from an other nowe
Abstayn and shurnish muste:
For no man in his brother may
With saftie put his truste.
Men doe their brethern seke,
To wrong and vnder mynde:
Disemblyng styll they practise guyle,
No truthe in them I fynde.
Their tongues they exercyse,
To lye and eke to fayne:
And mischiefe so they may commyt,
They force not for great payne.
Why doe I then remayne,
In this despitfull throng?
Whiche doe dissemble, and nought els
But falshod them among.
They wyll not knowe the lorde,
But wander styll awry:
Therfore thus sayth the lorde of hostes,
I wyll them melte and try.
For what should els be done
To suche a people vyle:
Whose tongues are like to arowes sharpe,
To vtter fraude and guyle.
For with their mouthes they speake,
As though they ment but peace:
To hurte their neyghbour priuily
Yet wyll they neuer cease.
Should I not punysh them
For this thyng (sayeth the lorde)
Or should not I aduenged be
Of people so abhorde?
I shall them cause therfore
On mountaynes to lament:
The desertes and the plesant playnes
To mourning shall be bent.
For burned shall they be,
Their cattell and their store:
Of byrde or beaste there shall no voyce
Be heard there any more.
Ieremie. 17.
¶ Syng this as, The sixt of Mathewe if ye reade. &c.
O Lorde I shall be whole in dede,
It I be healed of the:
If thou witsafe nowe me to saue▪
Then shall I saued be.
Thou arte my prayer and my prayse,
I haue none other forte:
To geue thee thankes for all my helpe,
To the I must resorte.
Beholde those men that say to me
In mockage and in scorne,
Where is the worde of God say they?
Let it come vs beforne.
Though not withstanding when I led,
Thy flocke in godly trayne,
Into thy wayes by violence
I did them not constrayne.
Ne yet the death of any man,
I neuer dyd desier,
Thou knowste right wel that before thee
My tongue was not a lyer.
Be not to me to terrible
O lorde, but me refrayne:
For thou ar [...]e he in whom I hope
In perill and in payne.
Confound me not, but confound thē
That doe my lyfe pursue:
Nor feare me not, but make thou them
To feare and eke to rue.
And powre on thē their painful plague
When thou shalt see the tyme,
And them destroye that haue thee done
So detestable cryme.
Ieremie .xxxi.
¶ Syng this as On tabrets to the Lorde. &c.
O Lorde thou hast corrected me
For my sinfull lyuyng,
Though I did as a calf vntame
Receyue thy chastening.
Conuert me from my sinne, and so
Shall I conuerted be:
Thou art my God and only Lorde,
And others none but thee.
So sone as thou hast turned me
From sinne, I shall returne:
Before whiche tyme I haue no powre
My selfe for to reforme.
Which when thou madest me perceiue
And vnderstande the same:
I smo [...]e my selfe vpon my thyghe
In my great zeale and shame.
For shamful thinges sure haue I done
Oh let my youth therfore
Confounded be, with his reproofe:
For nowe I them abhorre.
¶ Out of the thirde chapiter of Ieremies lamentations.
[...] I Am the man whom God
[...] in his wrath and fury,
[...] hath with his rodde made right expert,
[...] of eury mysery.
He droue and led me forth,
In darknes to endure:
But as for lyght I myght none see,
So weare my wayes obscure.
He only agaynst me
Doth turne his hande and powre,
And laith the same vpon me styll
At eury tyme and howre.
My flesh and skyn waxe olde,
My bones are brused all:
He buylded round, and closde me in,
With trauell and with galle.
In darknes he me sette
As dead for euer more,
He hedgd me in and fettered me
With heauy linkes and sore.
With clamors pitiously
Though I to hym did call,
My prayer and my painfull playnt
He heareth not at all.
My wayes he stopped vp
With stones of cubike forme:
My pathes are made so crokedly,
I not where me to torne.
As doth the cruell beare,
Lye wayting for his praye,
And as the lyon in his hole
To take me in my waye.
He marred hath my wayes,
In peces he me brake:
He altogether layde me waste,
And brought me all to wrake.
And when he bente his bowe,
He made his marke of me:
The arrowes of his quiuer [...]o
Into my raynes shot he.
I laughed am to scorne,
Of people in the throng:
They make deridyng songes of me,
And mocke me all day long.
He fylde my hungry soule,
With bale and bitternes:
And wormwod was my drynke also
In my great thyrstynes.
In peces weare my tethe,
In dust he did me roule.
All good thynges then I cleane forgot,
No reste had my poore soule.
Then in mynde I thought
My selfe vndone to be:
For in the lorde I see quod I
There is no helpe for me.
O yet remember then
My misery and wo,
The wormwod and the bitter gall
And my troubles also.
Yea some rememberance
I truste and hope thou hast:
For why my soule within me lorde
Doth melte away and waste.
Whyle I dyd these thynges thus
Consyder in my harte,
I gat some houlde of hope agayne
That was so long aparte:
How thy mercies oh lorde
Are not gone clene awaye
And howe thy louyng kyndnes doth
Not cease from vs for aye.
My faythfulnes is great,
And euer doth renewe:
As after the most darkest, nyght,
The mornyng doth ensue.
The lorde quod my soule tho,
He is my porcion:
Therfore my faythe and perfect hope
Is fix [...]e on hym alone.
O howe good is the lorde
To them that in hym truste?
And to the soule that seketh hym
With feruent mynde and luste?
Lo then howe good it is
Vpon the Lorde to staye,
And tary for his sauyng health,
With stilnes daye by daye.
Howe good is it for man,
His yoke on hym to take:
And from his youth vp weare the same,
Whiche wyll hym perfect make?
Suche one alone wyll syt
And holde hym selfe ryght styll:
Who by hym selfe wyll euer dwell,
And quiet be from ill.
Hym sclfe he doth prostrate,
To harke for hope with loue,
And offreth styll his cheke, to them
That smyte or wyll reproue.
In hope thus wyll he reste,
And purely styll perseuer:
For god the lorde wyll not forsake
His chosen flock for euer.
But though he seme somtyme
To cease of for a space:
By multitude of mercies he
Receaues agayne to grace.
He suffreth sonnes of men
Not from his harte to fleete,
Nor all the prisners on the earth
He treades not vnder feete.
He doth not iudgment geue
By mans desertes in syght:
And to condemne man in his cause,
The lorde hath no delyght.
What kynde of man is he,
How mad is suche a one,
Without the lordes commaundment
That sayth ought may be done?
Out of the holy mouth
Of God the lorde moste hye,
Both ill and good doth not procede.
What man can this denye?
Why doth the lyuyng man
Then grudge and murmur so?
At his owne sinne let him repyne
And so commit no mo.
Behold we our owne wayes,
And eke bethynke vs well,
A [...]d turne agayne vn [...]o the lorde,
From whom we did rebell.
To heauen let vs lyfte
Our heartes and handes on hye:
And to the Lorde that there in is,
On this wyse let vs crye.
Dissemblers haue we bene
And did thee sore offende:
O lorde let vs intreat thee yet,
That thy wrath now: may ende.
We hid are in thy wrath
And persecutyng payne,
Without all fauor and regard,
O lorde thou hast vs slayne.
For in a cloude from vs
Thy selfe thou hydest so,
That through the thicknes of the same
Our prayers can not go.
For outcastes are we nowe,
The Heathen vs despyse:
Our enmies all on vs they gape,
And mocke in sondry wyse.
And subiectes are we made,
To feare and to the snare:
Destruction on vs is come,
And we despysed are.
Whole ryuers from myne eyes
Of teares doe styll increase,
My peoples hurte doth cause myne eyes
From wepyng not to cease.
For why there is no reste,
O lorde consider this:
O when wylt thou from heauen loke,
And mende that is amys?
Myne eyes haue causde my hearte
Insonder for to ryue:
The daughters of my citie made,
My wo so to reuyne.
As foulers seke to haue
The byrdes within their pawes
Myne enmies sharply hunted me
And that without a cause.
Into a pit moste depe
My lyfe put downe they haue,
Because I should not ryse they layde
A stone vpon my graue.
They powred water then
Vpon my head also:
Nowe am I quyte and clene vndone
To my selfe thoughte I tho.
Yet from this pit profounde
I called to the lorde,
Whiche heard my playnt & pit [...]ous crie,
And hath my lyfe restorde.
When I did syghe and crie,
And for redemption praye,
Thou heardst my voyce, and turnedst not
Thyne eares from me away.
Thy selfe thou didst inclyne,
Thy name when I dyd call:
And vnto me thus hast thou sayde,
Haue thou no feare at all.
For thou O lorde arte he
That dyd my soule mayntayne,
And hast from death redemed me
And gavst me lyfe agayne.
O lorde auenge my cause
On them that me blaspheme:
Thou knowst how thei would worke me w [...]
Against me what they meane.
Thou knowest lorde their spyghte,
And all that they inuent
Against me what their lyps deuyse,
And their moste vyle intent.
Howe they syt downe and ryse
O lorde thou doest beholde
And how all day in songes on me,
They nothyng els but scoulde.
According to their workes,
Their rewarde them disburse:
And geue them that their har [...]es doe feare
That is to saye thy curse.
O lorde persecute them
With indignation,
From vnder heauen roote them out,
And leaue of them not one.
Oseas .xiiii.
[...] O Lord our God we turne to the,
[...] thy word we doe embrace:
[...] Forgeue vs our iniquitie
[...] receyue vs vnto grace.
To offer then in Godly wyse
Shall be out whole intent:
[Page] Our lyps the lyvly sacrifice
Of prayse shall the present.
To man for helpe and fortitude
We wyll not seke therfore,
And strength of horse we wyll conclude
To trust in them no more.
The workes eke that our handes dyd make
That vayn are & must fall,
We doe determine to forsake
No more on them to call.
For it is thou that art our God
And euer shalt remayne:
For mercy at thy fatherhod
The fatherles attayne.
O that they would haue this remor [...]
(Sayth God) and them conuert:
I would them heale of all their sores,
And loue them with mine hear [...]e.
My wrath I would from thē decline,
To them that I may be
As d [...]w doth make the lylye shyne.
So beutifull to se.
Their roote lyke vnto Libanus
Shall breake out of the ground,
And as the olyfe bewtious
Their branches shall abound.
As Libanus so excellent
Theyr swetnes shall excell:
Wherof (as all men doe assent)
Ryght plesant is the smell.
For as the c [...]rne vnder that tree
Doth flory she well and growe:
So are they shadowed by me
From hurte and ouerthrowe.
And as the growyng of the vyne,
So shall they spryng in dede:
Of Libanus as doth the wyne,
So shall their name excede.
Propose I wyll this thee vnto
O Ephraim therfore:
From henceforth what haue I to doe
With I dols any more?
I wyll thee heare and geue thee grace
And leade thee forth aryght:
And I wyll be to thee lyke as
The grene fyrre tree in syghte.
On me set thy foundation.
Whiche am to the so kynde:
Thy lyvly frutes then evry one
Vpon me shalt thou fynde.
This vnderstand the godlywyse
That repe for this rewarde:
The ryght instruct wyll exercyse
The same with good regarde.
The lorde his wayes be iust and ryght
The godly walke the same:
The wycked folke doe stumble guyte.
And fall out of the frame.
Ionas. Cap. ii.
[...] IN my trouble and payne
[...] to thee lord I did call,
[...] my plaint thou heardest plain,
[...] & broughst me out of thrall.
Out of the womb of hell
To the when I did crye,
My voyce thou heardest well,
And holpe me louyngly.
Thou threwst me downe as dead
Full depe into the sea,
And made about my head
The floude [...] to compas me.
The water waues in haste
Went ouer me with myght:
I thought I had ben cast
Away out of thy syght.
But yet agayne shall I
Go to thy holy place:
Whiche is thy churche holy,
And thanke therfore thy grace.
In depnes where I laye,
The water sude my lyfe:
The wedes were wrapte always
About my head with stryfe.
Into the helles depnes,
Descendyng did perseuer,
In wo and great distresse
Barde in with earth for euer.
But thou oh God my lorde,
Hast brough my lyfe agayne,
And hast my soule restorde,
From corruptible payne.
When that my soule did faint
Vpon the lorde I thought,
My prayer and my playnt,
Was to thy temple brought.
Therfore they that delyght
In vanitie so vayne,
For sake his helpe and myght
That mercy doth retayne.
But I wyll prayse and paye
That I hym vowed haue:
And thanke the lorde alway [...],
That did me helpe and saue.
¶ A consideration of the vnryghteousnes of the vayne & miserable world.
¶ Syng this as, Of Ielousy who so wyll heare.
DIrectly who so nowe wyl walke
In pathes of plain & perfect way:
whose hartes & mouthes together talke
Not glosing by deceit astray.
That flatter none for mede nor loue,
Nor ruled by affection,
Nor wyll for worldly glory moue,
Nor yet for brybes infection.
Such mē had nede their countes to cast
In what maner to thriue and gayne:
For here let them be sure and fast,
No frendshyp doth for suche remayne▪
Requisitly they doe regarde
The ioyes layde vp in lyfe to come:
And that is only the rewarde,
Wheron their mynde is all and summe.
Wherfore we may with truthe cōclude,
That suche as loue this worldly pelfe,
[Page 72] From heauen doe them selues seclude:
As doth that wretch who kylles him self.
And those agayne that doe despyse
These mundane gandes, as vyle & vayne:
May well be called godly wyse,
For heauens blysse they shall obtayne.
¶ A ditie of lamentation against the dissemblyng and hipocriticall false dealynge, vsed of moste folke in these dayes: that is to saye, holy and honest talke, myxed with wicked and vicious dedes.
[...] IN sommer time when flowrs gan spryng,
[...] and evry bough bent to his kind,
[...] Phebus shone bright the birdes did sing,
[...] as natures order hath assignd:
[Page] [...] I walked to recreat my mynde,
[...] which out of sorowe might not starte:
[...] but saide as duty did me bind,
[...] lord Christ help evry wofull hart.
My wittes were tossed to and fro,
That truthe is preached sincerly,
Yet wycked lyuers neuer mo
Were in this worlde ryght sikarly:
Wherfore I wepte full bitterly,
None but God only knew my smarte:
Whiche me constrayned lowd to cry,
Lorde Christ helpe evry wofull harte.
None doth in his vocation walke,
But eche estate wandreth awry:
Yet haue the moste part godly talke,
And commit deedes cleane contrary.
Thus walke they in hypocrisie,
In well doyng none doth his part:
Wherfore I cryde ryght hartily
Lorde Christ helpe evry wofull hart.
The man that is most couetyse
Wyll talke most against wrongful gayne,
Thinkyng by speakyng in suche wyse
His subtill purpose to obtayne:
As though perfection did remayne
In fla [...]tring tongues & myndes peruert.
This caused me to crye agayne,
Lorde Christe helpe evry wofull heart
How doth the ryche oppresse the poore?
Punyshing them that therof tell?
Howe doth the wolfe the lambe de [...]oute?
And enuy in his venym swell?
Howe falsly doe men buye and sell?
To speake of this it is my part:
For sure these frutes came out of hell,
Lord Christ helpe evry wofull heart.
In dronkenes they haue no pere
That conterfet moste sobernes,
Their talke is often chaste and clere
That moste frequent lasciuiousnes,
Whordom, adultrye, and excesse:
And none can cause them to conuert,
Wherfore I crye in heauines,
Lord Christ helpe evry wofull heart.
Who reigneth nowe but pryde alone?
Eche man in his owne sight is wyse,
And graue councell regardeth none:
But rather doth doctrine despyse.
Dissimulation and lewde lyes
Is nowe excepted as an arte:
Whiche made me crye out in this wyse,
Lord Christ helpe evry wofull hart.
Suche are most wyse and honest now,
As sonest can their friendes beguyle:
Suche doth the most sorte best allowe,
Whose talke is fayre & dedes most vyle.
Simplicitie is in exyle,
And as for truthe can make no marte:
Which made me morne & crie this whyle,
Lorde Christ helpe evry wofull harte.
Gods worde both to and fro is toste,
As men doe with a tenis ball,
And wrested from pyller [...]o poste,
To serue mens tourne for sinne and all:
But fewe from wickednes doe fall,
In godlynes to doe their parte:
Wherfore thus crie I euer shall,
Lorde Christe helpe evry wofull hearte.
Of wexe they make scripture a nose,
To turne and wryng it evry waye,
With many a false and filthy glose:
Suche as by errors walke astraye
The same doe wrythe soules to betraye,
And from the truthe doe them peruerte:
Wherfore I shall crye day by daye
Lord Christ helpe evry wofull hearte.
No error synce Christe did ascend,
But nowe it starteth stoutly forth:
The seamles coate of Christe is tend,
And vnitie is nothing worth:
Wherfore plentie is tournd to dearth,
And many plagues shall make vs smart:
Wherfore my crie styll forward goeth.
Lorde Christe helpe evry wofull heart.
But sure such hartes as here haue wo,
And in this worlde doe mone and morne,
The lorde Christe hath promysed so,
That they shall ioye his face beforne:
When suche as here deryde and scorne
Shall suffer sorowe for their parte:
Which [...]ewdly haue them selues forlorne,
Lorde Christe helpe evry wofull hearte.
Wo be to you that here reioyce.
Ye shall hereafter wepe and wayle:
For that ye would not heare the voyce
Of Gods worde for your owne a [...]ayle.
Which (although heauē & earth doe falle)
Shall styll remayne and byde in quarte:
Wherfore my voyce shall neuer fayle,
Lord Christ helpe evry wofull harte
For all the byrdes with mery songe.
And the bryght shyning of the sonne
And plesant floures I went among,
Frō wo my hearte myght not be wonne:
To see what worldly men had done:
For all doe ryde in sinne his carte.
Wherfore I ende as I begonne
Lorde Christe helpe evry wofull hearte,
Amen.
¶ A ditie named blame not my lute whiche vnder that title toucheth, replieth, and rebuketh, the wycked state and enormities of most people, in these present miserable dapes.
[...] BLame not my lute though it doe sounde
[...] the rebuke of your wicked sinne,
[...] but rather seke as ye are bound
[...] to know what case that ye are in:
[...] And though this song doe sinne cō fute,
[...] and sharply wyckednes rebuke:
[...] blame not my lute.
My lute and I sythe truth we tell,
(Meanyng no good man to off [...]nde)
Me thynke of ryght none should refell
[Page 75] The godlynes that we intend:
But muche rather if they haue grace,
They will our good counsell imbrace.
Then blame my lute.
Although my lute with sentence playn
Rebuke all suche as fayne and glose,
With flatterers and lyces vayne,
That truthe to falshod can transpose:
Ye though we sharply speake and syng
Against false and craftie wynnyng,
Blame not my lute.
And if my lute sound in your eare
The priuy hate and larke of loue,
And howe ye should sclander forbeare,
Syth gods word doth ill tōgues reproue:
Though as saint Iames we doe expresse
The same, a worlde of wickednes:
Blame not my lute.
Though my lute doe expres and show
That prayet and holy fasting,
Is tourned nowe with hyghe and low
To vncleane talke and banqueting:
Although we saye that chastitie
Be gone, and in place lecherie.
Blame not my lute.
Though with their own fewe be cōtent,
Chastly to lyue with one good make:
But rather the moste part be bent
Their constant vowe for to forsake:
Though some in Sodom rather byde,
[Page] Then honest mariage to prouide.
Blame not my lute.
If my lute blame the couetyse,
The glottons, and the drunkards vyle,
The proud dysdayne of worldly wyse,
And howe falshod doth truth exyle:
Though vyce and sinne be nowe in place,
In sted of vertue and of grace.
Blame not my lute.
Though wrong in iustice place be set,
Committing great iniquitie:
Though hipocrites be counted great,
That mainteine styll idolatrie:
Though some set more by thynges of nought,
Then by the lorde that all hath wrought.
Blame not my lute.
Although eche man finde faulte with other,
And no man will him selfe acuse,
But eche man blameth his brother:
Though he him selfe as great faulte vse.
Though we see none their owne fault fynde,
Nor call repentance vnto mynde.
Blame not my lute.
Though my lute say that suche as preache
And should men leade in wayes directe
Doe lyue amys, though truth they teache,
Whiche causeth truth to be suspect,
Though my lute say suche cause offence
Through their great slouth and negligence.
Blame not my lute.
Though some gods worde doe still despyse,
For beggetly traditions:
Aduancing highly fayned lyes
Of mens imaginations.
Although my lute doe suche accuse,
As by errors gods worde abuse,
Blame not my lute.
Although we see the clergie slack,
Wrong wayes by ryght for to redres:
Though some also goe rather back,
Then procede forth in righteousnes:
Although we saye that auarice
Doth stop the mouthe, and choke the wyse.
Blame not my lute.
Though offendors be borne withall,
Although the wolues in corners lurke
That haue and will the lambes make thrall,
And daily doe their false seates worke.
Though whispryng treason in the eare
Burst out somtyme without all feare.
Blame not my lute.
Though some also abuse the lute
With sinfull songes of lechery:
Though some goe forth as beastes brute,
In false treason and trechery:
Though at eche sermon we may see
Gods holy worde scorned to be.
Blame not my lute.
Blame not my lute I you desyre,
But blame the cause that we thus playe:
[Page] For burnyng heate blame not the fyre,
But hym that blowth the cole alway▪
Blame ye the cause blame ye not vs,
That we mēs faultes haue touched thus
Blame not my lute.
Blame not my lute, nor blame not me,
Although it sound against your sinne:
But rather seeke for to be free,
From suche abuse as ye are in.
Although we warne you to repent:
Whiche grant you God omnipotent.
Blame not my lute.
¶ A song of the lute in the prayse of God, and disprayse of Idolatrie.
¶ Syng this as, My pen obey. &c.
MY lute awake and prayse the lord,
My heart and hādes therto accord:
Agreing as we haue begon,
To syng out of gods holy worde.
And so procede tyll we haue done.
Prayse we the lord in this our song.
And syng it Christen men among,
That in a godly race doe ronne:
The whiche although it be not long,
Shall be right good or it be donne.
This plesant song shall not song be,
To the goddesse of lechery:
[Page 77] Nor to nothyng vnder the Sunne,
But praysing of the almyghty,
My lute and I tyll we haue done.
This teacheth vs Dauid the kyng,
With harpe and lute geue God praysyng,
All men that in this worlde doe wonne
To God therfore geue prayse and synge,
As my lute and I haue begonne.
This lord first made al things of nought,
And when against his lawe we wrought
From heauen he sent downe his sonne:
Whiche with his gospell vs all taught,
After the whiche we haue not donne.
Although in man weare nothyng good
Hym to redeme Christ shed his blood,
with thrones ye Iu [...]s our lord did crown,
He suffred death vpon the roode:
Lo thus our sauyng health was donne.
On this therfore we fix our fayth,
That Iesus Christ (as scriptur sayth)
Is only our saluation.
Vpon this rocke who so him stayth,
Thus sayth the lord it is well don.
But one thing sore my harte doth greue
That hipocrites made vs beleue
In Idols both of wodde and stone:
From Christ our rock they did vs dryue,
Wo be to them what haue they done.
Whiche canker still within their heartes,
Doth yet remayne and fewe conuertes:
For at gods worde they frete and frown,
Therfore my lute it is our partes
Them to rebuke as we haue done.
God sent his worde vnto this ende,
That we our synfull lyues should mende:
And yet repenteth fewe or none:
My lute therfore let vs intende
To say the truthe tyll we haue done.
If in our songe we should recyte.
Nowe eche estate doth not vpright:
(Whiche will be their confusion,)
Whiche knowe the truthe and do not ryght.
My lute when should our song be done.
But to be short my hartes intent,
Is to prayse God omnipotent,
Whoe of our helth the thred hath spunne,
And hath his worde to vs nowe sent,
To mende our lyues tyll we haue done.
Mans soule to saue Christ died therfore,
Who of vs men doth aske no more:
But this lesson to lerne and conne,
With loue to kepe his holy lore:
In whiche all perfect workes are donne.
Lorde graunt vs to thy worde to cleane,
That no man other doe deceaue:
And in that zeale that I begunne,
[Page 78] Lauding our lorde God here I leaue,
Be styll my lute my song is done.
¶ A ditie shewyng the office of all estates: warnyng them to repent, & walke euery estate accordyng to their callyng.
[...] LEt heauen harke & earth geue eare,
[...] let mountains bowe with humblenes:
[...] let waters all their rage forbeare,
[...] and once growe to some stablenes.
[...] wauer no more with evry wynde
[...] but once cleane to a constant mynde,
[Page] [...] In fayth and loue,
[...] for why the lord him self doth speake,
[...] and will you els in sonder breake,
[...] euen from aboue.
Let not god speake now to deafe eares,
Nor vnto hartes made of flynt stone:
But rather with repentant teares
Bewayle your synnes now evry one.
And let a godly lyfe all newe
Shew forth frutes of repentance true,
And them expresse.
That from henceforth in such new lyfe,
We may remayn without all stryfe,
In righteousnes.
Let suche as shewe the heauenly muse
Haue godly conuersation,
Least through their vyle and great abuse
They worke abhomination:
When as in synfull wayes they walke,
Contrary to their outwarde talke,
And gods true worde.
[Page 79] For who that sclandreth so the truthe.
Their myrth shall turne to wo and ruthe
Before the lorde.
Let kynges that mountains sygnifie,
In iustice doe styll their due part:
Supporte no more iniquitie,
Nor mainteyne suche as areperuart.
Se that henceforth with all your myght
Ye put downe wrong & mainteine right.
Or els surely
The lord God whiche is kyng of all,
Your glory▪turne to shame he shall
Moste ryghteously.
Let nowe the waueryng multitude,
That signifyd is by the sea,
Oh let I saye this rable rude
Still henceforth cleaue to constancie.
And not them selues as waters showe,
Vnstable for to ebbe and flowe:
But styll depende,
Vpon the churche to lerne their due,
And serue their kyng wt hartes most true,
Euen styll an ende.
Let not the churche be temporall,
Let not rulers [...]e rude and vayne:
Let no man from his calling fall,
But eche man in his state remayne:
Let not the common people deale
With matters highe of common weale▪
For why I saye,
If one anothers callyng vs [...],
[Page] All equitie they doo refuse
From day to daye.
Let all men nowe repent therfore,
And leaue theyr synne without delay,
And henceforth vse the same no more:
Least by theyr goyng thus astray,
Gods wrathe in hast they doo procure:
For this theyr doyngs so vnpure
In synfull trade.
Knowe that the Lorde his mercy styll,
Dothe offer all with ryght good wyll,
That he hath made.
Let men whyle mercy then doothe last,
Haue mynde of this theyr onely meane,
Abhorre theyr yll lyfe that is past:
Lyftyng their eyes vp into heauen.
Lokyng from thence for theyr reliefe:
Whiche is a salue for all our griefe,
Swete Christe Iesu.
Your hartes and eares I say attend,
That you to blysse without all end,
May hence insue.
¶ A Ditie declaringe the daungerous abuse of all degrees, whyche go astraye from theyr vocation.
PErforme O penne I thee desyre,
The thyng that we dyd late deuyse:
Blowe to this cole, kyndle thys fyre:
That suche may know as truth despise
[Page 80] That darknes shall no more them hyde:
No secrete place shall they prouyde
To couer guyle:
For now the lyght shall them bewray,
That secretly haue gone astray,
A ryght long whyle.
Suche Princes as the poore oppresse.
Vnder titie of gouernance,
And wyll no poore mans cause redresse,
But all theyr ioye and fyne pastance,
Is howe with craft in couerture,
They may in theyr yll wayes indure,
And styll remayne.
It shall appeare at the laste day,
That they haue wrongly gone astray,
Vnto theyr payne.
Suche prelates as for fylthy gayne,
With errors doo mens soules destroy,
And on theyr flock lyke lordes wyll raigne,
Wherin Gods woorde they doo anoy:
The fleece to take is all theyr care,
And for the soule no foode prepare,
But venym vyle.
Suche prelates shall once know, I say,
That they haue falsly gone astray
With fraude and guyle.
Suche men of lawe as wyll for golde
Make thyngs seme right the which at wrong
And wyll for gayne with falshode hold,
And eke delaye the tyme to long:
Suche as in Iudgement wrest the lawe,
[Page] And wrongly doe the sentence drawe:
Wrong to supporte.
Poore innocentes for to betraye,
For brybes they goe from ryght astraye,
In wicked sorte.
Suche marchantes as are not content,
With right and reason for to wynne,
But daily doe false fraude inuent,
To gayne by wickednes and synne,
[...]nlawfull gayne, and vsury,
And counterfetyng wyckedly
Muche marchandyse,
In hell they shall once fele I saye,
Howe they by fraude haue gone astraye.
In vntust wyse.
Suche leches as wyckedly vse
Medicines arte, but not aryght.
But fasly doe the same abuse,
And to that arte doth wrong and spyght:
They rob and murder where they go.
From place to place, workyng muche w [...]
Without cunnyng,
The Diuell shall them fetche away,
By suche deceyte that goe astraye,
With false wynnyng.
Suche as in any kynde of arte
Doe worke both slyghtly and vnsure,
For to deceyue with a false harte
His neighbour, by his worke vnpure:
slightly they worke and all for haste,
wherin this day is wrong and waste:
Yea hatefull wrong.
[Page 81] Syth now ther is no faith nor fay
But all from truth are gone astray,
Wo be our songe.
Suche as breake vnitie and loue,
Suche as by couetyse contende,
Such as wyll sweare & great othes moue
Suche as on whordom doe depende,
Suche as in pryde doe leade their lyfe,
Suche as by wrath doe lyue in stryfe,
And great debate:
Satan with suche must make afraye,
For their walkyng so farre astraye,
Whiche god doth hate.
God for his mercie graunt therfore,
That men may nowe repent their ill,
And that they may their synnes abhorre,
Wherin they walked with their wyll:
It is hyghe tyme for to redres,
And to absteyne from wyckednes,
For feare of payne.
And for Gods mercy call and praye,
That we through grace frō this our stray
Come home agayne.
¶ A voyce from heauen to you shall come, Venite ad iudicium.
[...] O Man amend defer no tyme
[...] but be [Page] alwayes in redines:
[...] For if thou dwell in sinne and crime
[...] it wyll thee bryng in great distres
[...] for why a voyce from heauen shall come
[...] venite ad iudicium.
Then blessed shall that seruant de
Whom God shall fynde in perfect mynde,
To doe his due in eche degree:
For great reward then shall be fynde.
When that a voyce from heauen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
Contrary wyse the seruant yll,
That walked in offences great,
Contrary to his maisters wyll,
With many strypes he shalbe beate:
When that a voyce from [...]uen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
For God shall come ryght sodeynly
In the mydst of your wyckednes,
When you thynke least appeare wyll he:
From whose face none can you releace.
When that a voyce from heauen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
Eche lorde and lady, Kyng and quene,
Before that lorde muste bowe theyr knee:
And then shall theyr rewarde be sene,
Lyke as their dedes and lyfe hath bee.
When that a voyce from heauen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
What shall anayle you then your pryde,
Your welthy pompe and dignitie:
Your ryches then must stande asyde,
And not helpe your necessitie.
When that a voyce from heauen shall co [...],
Venite ad iudicium.
The shynyng face of God the Lorde,
Your stony hearts shall then appall:
Because that ye so muche abhorde,
His preceptes euangelicall.
When that a voyce from heauen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
Then shall ye say, Wo worthe the tyme,
Your lawes agaynst the Lorde of blis,
That you made in despyte of hym,
And all that hys true members is:
When that a voyce from heauen shall come,
Venite ad iudicium.
And you shall gnashe your tethe and saye,
Lo [...] whom w [...] did hate and mocke:
We see them sytte in quiet staye,
Beyng the l [...]des elected flocke.
For nowe a voyce from heauen is come,
Venite ad iudicium.
And we lyke fooles haue erred styll,
O [...] worldly wyt is nowe all spent:
To pl [...]ad our cause we haue no skyll,
Before the lorde omnipotent:
For nowe a voyce from heauen is come,
Venite ad iudicium.
The sonne of wisdom and of lyght,
Of vnderstanding, end of grace,
Did geue to vs no kynde of lyght:
We are vndone alas alas.
For nowe a voyce from heauen is come,
Venite ad iudicium.
In payns of hell thus shall they crye
That nowe doe Christ his flocke oppresse,
Tormented styll eternally
With diuels for their wyckednes:
When that a voyce from heauē shal come,
Venite ad iudicium.
Therfore let vs defer no tyme,
But be alwayes in readynes:
That we may all to heauen clyme,
Wi [...]h Christ the kyng of ryghteousnes:
When that a voyce frō heauen shal come,
Venite ad iudicium.
¶ Against pryde.
[...] YOu proud men all I saye abyde,
[...] and banishe pryde out of your hart:
[...] if climing high ye haply slyde,
[...] then are ye like to fele some smart.
[...] therfore I saye in tyme conuert
[...] repent and turne, for that is best,
[...] yer dredfull death doe you areste
Study therfore in holy wryte.
And knowe howe that lucifer fell.
Whiche beyng once an angell bryghte:
God for his pryde dyd hym expell
Out of all lyght, downe into hell.
Lo here you see the frute of pryde,
I say therfore laye it asyde.
Before your eyes fixe also this,
Howe Nebucadneza [...] the kyng,
(Whose dedes in Daniell wrytten is)
Who praisde him selfe aboue all thyng,
And gaue not God his due praysing
Was made an oxe and did eate haye
Seuen yeres, his great pryde to alaye.
And kyng Hetod (as sayth scripture)
As he was clad in proude a [...]aye,
His owne honor for to procure,
To his own praise great wordes did say:
Therf [...]re Gods angell that same day
Dyd stryke hun for his harte vnwyse.
Who vn [...]o death was eate with lyce.
Lo if God would such kings not space
To punysh, for ambition,
What shall we thinke he wyll prepare
To plague our sinfull nacion:
Whiche forsake, their vocation,
And will in no wyse pryde eschue,
Nor seke to serue swete dame vertue.
For Salomon in sentence play ne
C [...]lles fauor a de [...]eynyng thyng:
[Page 84] Yea beautie is a thing moste vayne,
Wherin some haue suche delygh [...]yng:
Which in ill case once wyll them bryng,
Gods heauy wrath they so procure:
Through their proude hartes vayn & vnpure.
For from the course of reason true
They seme to be vnknowne and strange,
That doe delyght in the vayne hewe,
Of beautie, that so sone wyll change:
For that wherin their rude wittes range,
To muche more britle then is glasse,
And fades as doth in sieldes the grasse.
More inconstant it is also,
That vnto pryde doth you prouoke.
Then wynde that wandreth to and fro:
Yea much more vain thē smothring smoke
Lo thus of vyce you beare the yoke.
Of beautie proude more vyle then slyine,
And fleteth faster then tyme.
A thousand thynges may beauty fade.
As wyse men dayly see and saye:
For if a feuer you inuade.
And shake you but one simple daye:
Is not your beauty gone strayghtwaye?
Your colour shewes your substance [...]ust.
Euen earth and ashes doung and dust.
If men were bent the truth to tell,
Is beauty any other thyng.
Then color in the skyn or fell?
Wherin some haue suche reiosing?
[Page] But if as well were appearing
Their inwarde partes, then myght we see
A sacke, stufte full of doung fylthy.
What syght more strange may there apeare,
Vnto our eyes so fantsy full,
Then see one bewtifull and clere,
Declare it selfe so vnfrutfull?
And cause hym whose wites be not dull
Hym self to knowe, a dounghill dyght
As with a cloth purple and whyght.
What impudence, yea what madnes
Is it in beutie to glorie?
Forsakyng all sober sadnes.
For thynges that bene transitorie?
Sythe more delectabilitie,
It is to some that see the same,
Then those that therof beare the name?
I leue of here, for to recite
What other hurtes your bewtie doth.
With your apparell proude and lyght,
Tempting the Irailtie of weake youth:
Therefore vse nowe meknes and truth.
This olde sayde sawe may warne you all,
That pryde wyll surely [...] a fall.
¶ An inuectiue against the most hatefull vyce enuy. ¶ Syng this as Let nowe thy power he great O Lorde. &c.
ALl they that will of enuy here,
Vnto my song let th [...] attend:
If you will [...]erne, then draw you nere,
Let enuious mē their mysse amēd.
Vnto my lippes haue good respect,
And marke what shall from them insue:
Enuy with blyndnes dothe infect,
And styll disprayseth dame vertue.
Within this worlde so full of sinne,
It is a scabbe sayth Tullius,
If that suche men as be therin
To vertue shall be enuious.
Oh wicked worlde, full of [...]nuy,
Polluted with despight and hate:
Receiue agayne simplicitie,
Take loue, and banysh all debate.
Salomon sayth in sap [...]ence,
I wyll none enuy nor disdeyne:
Banysh them cleane from my presence,
Wisdom wyll none suche enterteyne.
For hatefull enuie is mother
Of wycked wordes, fond, ferce, and fell:
Contrary wyse loue doth couer
The wordes whiche are not spoken well.
Sythe loue then is the remedy
Against enuy that wycked vyce:
Take loue to you continually,
It is a treasure of great pryce.
¶ Agaynst slouthe. Syng this as, Of Ielousye who so wyll heare.
MArke and geue eare ye slouthful mē,
And to my song geue good respect:
Aryse out of your drousy dell,
To Idlenes that are subiect.
Ryght truly sayde kyng Salomon,
As smoke the tender eyes offende:
So slouthfull men are wrathe anon,
Wyth suche as moue them to amend.
Go to (sayth he) thou slouthfull beast,
Go to and slumber out thy fyll,
Wyth folded armes lye downe to rest,
Accordyng to thyne idle wyll.
As one that iourneyth all day long,
So pouertie shall on thee lyght:
And as a souldier fierce and strong:
Necessitie shall sh [...]w her myght.
But who so is industrious,
And wyll his labour well apply:
His increace shall be pl [...]ntious,
And he shall haue abundantly.
In slouthfull soules, thus saith the Lord,
My wysedome it can ta [...] no peace:
Oh be conuerted by, Gods word,
Ye slouthfull men, and call [...] for grace.
Who so to worke no payne wyll take,
Bu [...] liues in slou [...]h (thus saith S. Paul)
His company we must forsake,
And g [...]ue to hym no meate at all.
Thus sayth the lord, therfore awake
Thou that dost slepe, and stande vpright:
Stande vp from death, for Christes sake:
And Christ the [...]or [...] shall geue thee lyght.
¶ A description of auarice.
[...] SAint Bernard saith the chariot
[...] of auarice is borne,
[...] on fower wheles of vic [...]s in:
[...] through which the poore are torne.
The first is courag [...] [...]aynt and fonde,
The next vngentylnes,
The thirde contempt, of God, the fourth
Of death forgetfulnes.
And horses two this chariot drawes,
That is as muche to saye,
As Raueny and Nygardshyp:
Whiche are in it alwaye.
The Carter whiche dooth dryue them bothe,
He is a greedye knaue:
And who so would hys name were knowen,
It is Desyre to haue,
That Carter dryueth with a whyp,
Whych whyp of cord [...]s hath twayne:
That is, Great appetite to get,
And Lothe to yeld agayne.
Ryght many of the cart haue scorne,
And them that cartes doo dryue:
Yet moste men for to dryue thys cart,
Thys daye contende and stryue.
And they that take in most yll part,
Of carters to beare name:
Doo dryue thys car [...]e of co [...]etyse,
And muche delyght the same.
And suche as weare bothe sylke and golde,
(That strange is for to see)
Doo sue to master Auarice,
His carters for to bee.
Where some were wont with spe [...] & shield,
Theyr countrey to defend:
Haue layde asyde theyr armour quight,
And to this carte attend.
The Clergy whych should preache and teache
If they dyd playe theyr parte,
Doo laye asyde the worde of God,
And dayly dryue thys carte.
The Merchant and the learned leche,
And eke the man of lawe,
Forsake theyr artes, and dayly doo
This carte bothe dryue and drawe.
And they that common carters be,
(O [...] moste men called so)
Doo knowe least how to dryue this cart
And farthest are therfro,
Our money (as sayth Seneca)
Ought ay to be our drudge,
To serue for our necessitie,
And at our wyll to trudge.
But yf we (as a lady d [...]re)
Make her our souerayne:
She wyll not mysse to bryng our soules
Into eternall payne.
God of hys mercy therfore graun [...],
This cartynge we may leaue,
To loue and lyberalytie,
That we may alway cleaue.
Free from the thefe and from the mo [...]he
That we may horde our store:
Forsakyng gredy auarice,
And dryue hys carte no more.
¶ A dittie of the pen inueiyng against vsury and false dealyng.
[...] MY pen obey my wyll a whyle
[...] till I see good to ende this stile:
[...] for if all men would sinne abhorre
[...] such songs we nede not to compile,
[...] nor my pen should write so no more.
If all men of their worde were true,
Promis to kepe and paye their due:
What [...]de had pennes to worke therfore?
[Page 88] But sythe no whyght wyll truthe ensue:
Pennes were as good to wryte no more.
Pennes are abusde, and that dayly,
About all craft and vsury:
We may well say alas therfore.
And yet least we make them angry
It semes as good to wryte no more.
Yet let vs shewe the lordes intent,
Howe tha [...] for gaynes nought should be lent,
All fashod God wyll plage ryght sore.
And yet my penne least we be shent,
It semes as good to wryte no more.
For all in vayne we speake scripture,
To suche as wyll in synne endure:
For they amende neuer the more,
But hate all godly counsayle pure,
That warneth them to synne no more.
Yet if all men with suche pretence,
Should cease to shewe their conscience,
They should transgresse gods holy wre.
Yet sythe none wyll it reuerence,
It semes as good to wryte no more.
The scripture thus doth specifie
In Dauids psalmee, bl [...]ssed is he,
That lendeth freely ryche and poore.
Without all gayne of vsury:
Yet doe they vse it styll the more.
Though some for writing wyl vs blame.
[Page] These crafty men, whome we not name,
These false got [...] they must [...],
To those of whom they got the same,
Or els be damnde for [...].
For though some men haue bene [...] thys.
In vsury that dyd amys,
And haue bene warnde of it before:
That doo repent yet fewe there ys,
But rather vse it more and more.
But sure in hell theyr bed is [...],
And all that vse of crafte the trade
Are lyke the same to rue ryght [...]ore:
In crafte and guyle yet syth they w [...]de,
It were as good to wryce [...] more.
God graunt as in this song is me [...],
We may amende all and rep [...]nt:
Rootyng out vyce to the harde core,
To serue the lorde omnipotent,
In loue and truthe for euermore.
¶ An exhortation to wrathfull men. Syng this as, I am the man whom God. &c.
IF wrathe were paynted out
In perfect lyuely hue,
As coulde Apelles in hys lyfe,
Wyth colours [...]yne and true.
Or as Demosthenes.
Deserybe it coulde with [...]en:
[Page 89] As it is yll it would appere,
Vnto these wrathfull men.
Or he that cunnyng had
In me [...]re to recite,
Both soule and body how it noy [...]s,
As sheweth holy write.
Then should these wrathfull men,
That anger wyll sustayne,
Perceaue the incommodities
That therwith doo remayne.
Concernyng body fyrste,
Diseases it doth bryng,
As f [...]uers vyle of euery kynd,
Whiche mortally doo styng.
It causeth phrenesie,
And madnes of the brayne [...]
Of visage great deformyrie,
And palscys this is playne.
Concernyng soule also,
(The whiche is worste of all)
It maketh men blaspheme their [...]rendes,
And euell them to call.
Outrage and wycked othes,
And loue put out of place:
Reuengement is theyr whole desyre
That banysht be from grace.
All benefytes forgot,
[Page] That to thee dyd thy frende:
Obedience true and reuerence,
Wrathe putteth out of mynde.
Wherof succedeth oft,
Contention full of cost:
By trouble and vnquiet mynde,
Thyne appetite is lost.
To scorne dysdeyne and hate,
Ye thynke it is no shame:
All though nothyng can hynder more,
A good report or name.
These wycked fruites of wrathe,
Remember he that can:
Full lytle haste (as I suppose)
To wrathe they would haue than.
Harke and geue eare ye men
That thus to wrath are bent,
Attend a whyle vnto my tune,
And holde your selfe content.
For as thou art a man,
Thynke also so [...] he:
With whō thou doest cōceiue such cause
So wrathfull for to be.
Is it not laufull then,
And as conuenyent,
That he with thee should be as wrathe,
And as muche discontent?
Leaue of your wrath therfore,
I saye to you agayne:
Assure your selues that angry men,
Doo alway lyue in payne.
And calle to mynde howe Christ
The sonne of God moste hye:
Whyche in a moment by hys pow [...]
Hys enmies myght destroye.
How dyd the Iewes hym greue▪
Hauyng no cause wherwre:
Hys most swete face they strake in spight
And buffeted hym sore.
It nothyng irked them,
At hym to spyt in scorne,
Wyth wytnesse wrong accusyng hym,
And crowned hym with thorne.
Hys vertous body lo.
They haled to and fro:
An heauy Crosse on hym they layd [...],
The more to doo hym wo.
All faultlesse as a lambe,
To suffer deathe he went:
They dyd hys body all to beate,
And yet was he content.
They naylde hym on the crosse,
Thys shoulde we beare in mynde:
Thys suffred he of his good wyll,
For Moses in this zeale,
The Tables brake of stone:
In whych God with hys fynger wrote,
His ten precepts eche one.
As Dauid ment when he.
Ryght holyly dyd saye:
Be angery, but doo not synne,
By no maner of way.
It was in Christe also,
(As holy wryt dothe tell:)
When he out of the temple whyp [...]
Those that dyd buye and sell.
Within his holy place,
Where nothyng els should be.
But prayer to the lyuyng God,
In secrete that doeth see.
And at an other tyme,
It shewde in hym agayne,
The hypocrites when he rebuk [...],
As Mathew telleth playne.
This symple song all ye,
That heare or doo it reade:
It is enough to cause you all,
Of wrathe to take good hede.
Of synfull wycked wrathe.
Beware in any wyse:
To all men that haue wyt in store,
Let this as nowe suffyse.
In hearyng of theyr faultes,
That they may mend them soone.
And aft [...]r stand at Gods ryght hand,
When they receyue theyr doome.
¶ An Inuectiue agaynst wrathe▪ Syng thys as, The lyuyng God our only Lorde, that. &c.
SAlomon sayth, A foole his guyse,
Is to be wrath immediatly:
But he is to be counted wyse,
That well can hyde hys iniury,
Therfore saynt Paule doth say of trauth
Let not the sunne rest on your wrath.
And Plato beyng demaunded,
Wherby a wise man knowne should be:
Sayd, yf wyse men be rebuked,
Therwith they wyll not be angry.
Therfore saint Paule doth say of trauth
Let not the sonne rest on your wrath.
By as also dothe ryght well shewe,
Of wrath the discommoditie:
Saying that it in hygh and lowe,
To counsayle is chiefe enemye:
Therfore saint Paule doth say of trauth,
Let not the sonne rest on your wrathe.
The chiefest helpe agaynst the same,
Seneca dothe describe ryght playne:
Take Pacience that godly dame:
In her syght wrath can not remayne,
[Page] Therfore saint Paule doth saye of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on your wrath.
Of wrathfull men it is the wunt
To sowe discorde with eche estate:
But pacience doth alwayes hunte
For to appease strife and debate.
Therfore saint Paule doth say of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on your wrath.
Therfore with men replete with ire
Vse no familiaritie,
And those whom wrath sone settes on fyre,
Byde thou not in their company:
But as saint Paule doth saye of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on thy wrath.
As sayth saint Iames be swyft to heare
The thyng that may thee edifie,
Be slowe in speache in lyke maner,
But slowe to wrath especially:
For why saint Paule doth say of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on your wrath.
By wrath as sayth saint Gregory,
Wysdome is hid and out of syght,
And puts all out of memory
That should be done by wisdomes myght.
Therfore saynt Paule doth saye of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on your wrath.
My brethern here to make an ende,
I you commit to pacience.
As seruantes true doe you intende
[Page 93] To serue hyr grace with diligence.
Because saynt Paule doth say of trauth,
Let not the sonne reste on your wrath.
¶ Against drunkennes and gluttony.
¶ Syng this as, Of Ielousy who so wyll heare. &c.
ADrunken workeman certeynly
By labour neuer getteth ought:
A lyttle he settes nothyng by,
But from a litle commes to nought.
For learned men howe may suffice,
Their wyne in litle quantitie:
So in their reste and exercise,
It doth none incommoditie.
Wo be to those that early ryse
(The prophet sayth) to make great haste,
And drynke tyll nyght (as is their guyse)
Tyll reason banysht be at laste.
A drunkard (as saint Austen sayth)
Offendeth nature very sore,
Castyng asyde both grace and fayth,
He hedlong runnes to hell therfore.
The moderate vse of drynke and meate,
No wyse man hateth, this is true:
But luste inordinate and great,
Ought euery good man to eschue.
Saynt Ierome sayth, Cursed be they,
That in theyr meate haue suche delyte.
That reason can not cease nor stay
Theyr vyle and gredy appetite.
Saynt Ambrose playnly doth expresse,
A worse to serue can none inuent
Then gluttony, that yll maystresse:
Desyryng styll, and nere content.
Nor nothyng more infaciate
Then glottons bellyes most lyke hell,
For that whych they receyued late.
Ryght early they agayne expell.
These farsted panches aye abhorre,
Good continence and chastitie:
Before digestion they craue more,
Forsakyng vertue fyithyly.
All Christians therfore I exhort,
Voluptuous excesse to forbeare:
To moderation now resorte,
And frugally lyue in gods feare.
¶ Lecherie rebuked. Syng this as, On tabrets to the Lorde. &c.
LIke as the fow [...]er wyth hys bayte.
Soone brynges the byrd in snate,
[Page 94] So are mens soules through lechery,
Destroyde yer they be ware.
For lechery (Gods ennemy)
With vertue is not plaste:
Of present lust a fowle delyght,
And of substance a waste.
It blyndeth men, that they thynke not
On dreadfull pouertie:
Whych from great vse of lechery,
Long absent can not be.
To bryng a man to beggers state,
Of harlots is the trade:
Therfore absteyne from lechery,
Let it not thee inuade.
For yf we shall consyder well,
Mans nature excellent:
The hyghnes and the dygnitie,
That God therto hath lente.
It is a fowle and wycked synne,
To vse it wantonly:
Resoluyng it vnhonestly,
In fylthy lechery.
How honest and howe beautyfull
To lyue contrary wyse,
In continence and temperance,
Sobrrnes to deuyse.
For lechery and synfull lust
In youth who so doth vse:
Shall wythred be with feblenes,
In age for thys abuse.
Take hede therfore, let not your hartes
In harlots snares be caught:
Absteyne from them, frequent them not,
Theyr pathes be very naught.
The houses of suche harlots are,
Of helie the very snare:
Theyr chambers vnto dredfull death,
Full well we may compare.
For grace therfore pray we to God,
And vnto wedlocke cleaue:
Of lechery and synfull lust
That we may take our leaue.
¶ An earnest complaint agaynste Idolatry. Syng this as, In my trouble and payne.
SOmetyme that I haue sene,
To see agayne were strange,
In place where I haue bene,
In hope no more to range.
In wyckednes and synne,
And in Idolatrye:
Whyche who so vse, shall wynne
Helle euerlastyngly.
For from the face of GOD
There can be nothyng hyd:
Who hath full oft forbod,
That we agaynst hym dyd,
To worshyp an Image,
The Lord dothe most abhorte:
But in our pylgremage,
We honoured great store.
That tyme I trust be past,
For custome made vs blynde:
And Iam sore agast,
Lest worse be lefte behynde.
Beware whyle you haue space,
That Idoll of the harte:
Leste at the laste it chace,
Your soules in hell to smart.
Beware and take good hede:
Leste that er ye be ware,
Ye doo so farre procede,
That ye no more repayre.
Example ye may see:
As Salomon doth saye,
Take tyme whyle tyme may bee,
For tyme wyll soone away.
Repent therfore in space,
Whyle tyme to you is lent,
And call to God for grace,
With true heart and intent.
Least when ye would ryght fayn [...]
There shall no grace be sent,
As subiect to hell payne
In sorowe to be shent.
¶ An inuectiue against sclanderous tongues.
¶ Syng this as, If truthe may take no trusty hold. &c.
IN sadnes set with wo opprest,
Oft did I sighe by my constraynt:
From depnes of a pensiue brest,
Thus carefully came forth my playnt.
O sclander vyle and tongues vntrue,
Vnbridled lo thus ye procede,
And cause the carefull harte to rue,
That did no faulte by worde or dede.
Not all for nought (I well perceyue,)
Kyng Dauid did on you complayne:
Sythe nought may let you to deceyue,
And vtter frutes of your disdayne.
Delyuer lorde my soule sayeth he,
From lyps that lye for me in weyght▪
And from suche tongues as euer be,
In vse with falshod and deceyt.
What rewarde then may we deuyse,
For tongues quod he that speake vnright,
The whottest coles in burnyng wyse,
With arrowes sharpe and full of myght.
Among men mortall on this mould,
I thynke there is no vyce nor cryme,
So wycked by a thousand fould:
As ill tongues are this present tyme.
Whiche ernestly hath geuen me cause,
If Dauid ment not fyre of hell,
That I may ad therto this clause,
With lucifer that they may dwell.
For nothyng in this lyfe certayne,
We may so well to hell compare,
As enuious tongues that not refrayne,
To gender styll both stryfe and care.
For as they are a punyshment,
A hell to good men and a stryfe:
So may in hell be their torment,
When they departe out of this lyfe.
And as they burne till they burst out
In wicked wordes and sclander vyle:
In hell so may they beare a rou [...],
From heauen hauing their exile.
¶ A complaint against euel tunges
¶ Syng this as. I am the man whom God. &c.
WEll may the wyse deteste
The frutes of tongues vntrue:
Whiche neuer cease but styll prouyde
Their malyce to renewe
There is no tyme nor place,
That may them ones refrayne,
No vertuous mynde nor exercise,
That may their vice restrayne.
To selaunder and detract
And vlab the same about:
A wycked thyng when they conceyue,
They streyght waye put it out.
As Socrates hath sayd,
No worse thyng can be found,
Then wycked tongues, from whō deceyt
And falshode doth redound.
What wyckednes is there,
That maye compared bee:
Vnto the false and fylthy tongue,
In any one degree?
For where all other hurtes
By death are vanquisht quite:
Euen after death the wycked tongues
Doo vtter theyr despite?
Whych causeth me to thynke
As Chilon dyd yet whyle:
No sworde that cutteth halfe so kene,
As wycked tongues and vyle.
Of which most wycked vyce,
I neuer yet could fynd:
Not hai [...] [...]o muche in any wyght,
As in the female kynde.
In whom it doth abounde,
With detestable rage:
That no deuice nor yet constraynte
May cause it to aswage.
O detestable tongues,
O fylthy sinkes of hell,
O wycked vnce whose hatefulnes
All other doth excell.
Ryght aptly was it calde,
A world of wickednes:
Syth nothyng in this lyfe so muche
Doth innocentes oppres.
By paynfull profe I founde
Suche frute, that wrought me wo:
For wycked tongues haue caused me
My playnt to vtter so.
Do me not blame therefore,
That I on them complayne:
The simple worme when ye him treade,
Wyll turne his tayle agayne.
¶ A ditie made in the tyme of the the swearyng plague. Anno. 1552.
O Plague possest with mortall myght.
(so farre as god doth geue precin [...]t)
Well mayst thou moue the christian right
Vpon his lorde and God to thinke:
And shew him well by tokens playne,
How that he shall from sinne refrayne.
My flesh is frayle and shakes for feare,
My soule is strange and hath no doubt,
And hopes for health, and seketh where
It may be had, to fynde it out,
The scripture saith be strong in fayth:
And then be not afrayd of death.
In this my nede thy helpe to haue
To thee O god I crye and call,
I thee beseche my soule to saue,
From Satan synne and hell and all,
Though I O god haue done amysse:
Thy death shall me directe to blysse.
Then welcom plague the guide to helth
And death also the porte of lyfe.
Sythe that this change is perfect welth,
Out of this vale of moste vyle stryfe:
Why should we then thus feare to dye,
And end our fatall destenie.
Oh folysh flesh so fonde and frayle
To rage against all ryghteousnes,
I wyll that thou shalt not peruayle,
To folow thyne own filthynes:
For I wyll set my whole delyght,
To fight against thee with my sprite.
That vertue excelleth both ryches and beautie.
[...] SIth nothyng can be sure,
[...] that hath no perfect [Page 98] ground:
[...] how can the thyng endure,
[...] vncerteyne that is founde.
What so begynning had
Must haue his fatall ende:
And nothyng good or bad
Hath other waye to bende.
All those that buylders be
Vpon vncerteyne staye:
Their workes as we may se,
Doe vanysh sone awaye.
And those contrary wyse
That grounde their matter well:
Their worke shall well aryse.
And perfectly excell.
When mariage then is made
For ryches or for gouide:
If goodes and ryches fade,
The loue doth lose his houlde.
If beautie eke so gaye
The cause be of thy loue:
When beautie fades away.
Thy fantsye wyll remoue.
For if the cause doe quayle
Where one the mynde is bent:
The effect then must fayle,
What so therin is ment.
Then vertue shall be best,
Who so wyll it retayne:
All other beyng cest,
She euer doth remayne.
For beauty beyng gone,
Whose dwellyng is not sure:
Dame vertue styll alone
For euer wyll endure.
And when gould hath his ende
The causer of muche strife:
Yet vertue shall extende,
And garnysh well the lyfe.
A good rewarde also
To louers doth she gyue:
In kepyng them from wo,
A quiet lyfe to lyue.
If mariage then be wrought,
On vertue buylding loue:
No suche thing can be sought
To stande without remoue.
Ye that wyll web therfore,
On vertue set your cure:
All contraries abhorre,
So shall your loue be pure.
For better were the tyme
Of death, and of the graue:
Then otherwyse to clyme,
A wedded loue to haue.
For goulde doth cause and gayne
Contention and vnreste:
He that hath moste, wyll fayne
Hym selfe to be the beste.
And beautie ofte doth brede
Mistruste and ielousy:
But vertue hath no sed [...]
Of suche iniquitie.
Then happy is the loue
On vertue whiche is knytte,
That styll without remoue
Continue wyll and sytte.
Whiche in this lyfe cause is
Of prayse and godly fame,
And also after this
Of heauen for the same.
❧ Nomen Authoris.
IN hope I doe endure
Of that whiche I intende,
Hauing my fantsy sure
No false thyng to pretende.
Hope styll dothe me allure,
At theyr handes whom I serue,
Lyke goodnes to procure,
Lo as I doo deserue.
A godly warnynge to put all men in remembrance of theyr myserable estate, and that they are subiecte to death and corruption. Syng this as. It truthe maye take no trustye holde. &c.
REmember well ye men mortall,
From whence ye came, & go ye shall,
Of earth god made thy shape & form [...]
And vnto earth thou shalt returne.
Remember well. O man I say,
Thou art wormes mea [...]e and very clay:
Thou art none other thys is iust,
But earth and ashes dung and dust.
Remember well though thou be young,
Thou art nought but a sacke of donng:
Deferre no tyme tyll thou be old,
For of long lyfe thou hast no hold.
Remember well though now thou s [...]me
As beautyfull as kyng or quene,
That when thou shalt departe and dyt,
Thou shalt rot, stynke, and putrefye.
Remember well thou dounghyll, dyght
With garments gay to please mens syght.
[Page 100] Remember earth thy first estate.
Thy lyons harte it wyll abate.
Remember well that thou shalt come
At the last day vnto thy dome:
Wher if thou doe thy selfe exalt,
In extreme payne remayne thou shalt,
Remember well I saye aloude,
Thou earth and ashes be not proude,
Suche coste on earth why doste bestowe?
Leue of thy pryde be meke and lowe.
Remember and in fyne marke this,
Who so of hym selfe humble is,
The lorde wyll hym exalte on hye,
In heauen aboue the sterry skye.
The faithfull souldiour of Christe, desireth assistance of God against his ghostly enemies.
[...] HEreout O lorde the right request,
[...] of him that faine would haue redrest
[...] the wronges that are so sore [Page] increst,
[...] with in my soule so sore opprest.
O lord to thee with wofull crye
I call for grace and for mercy:
And if thou helpe not, then truly
In deadly wo remayn must I.
The world, the diuell death and hell.
With great assaultes against me swell:
Lorde let thy grace in me excell,
Against their fury fierce and fell.
O lorde my God to the I praye
Suffer me not to goe astraye:
And haue in mynde the pryce and day,
Wherwith thou didste my ransome pay.
Oh haue in mynde thine own great cost
And let not this thy payne be lost.
In the O lorde my trust is most,
To dwell among thy holy host.
Thou knowst wherin my help doth stād.
Whereuer I be on sea or lande:
Good lorde put to thy helping hand,
Saue me from hell that fierce fyre brand.
¶ An exhortacion to brotherly loue and vnitie.
[...] BEholde it is a ioyfull thyng,
[...] that brethern should continually
[...] together haue their good dwelling,
[...] in concord and in vnitie.
This godly loue Dauid lykned
Vnto that precious vnc [...]ion,
Which descended vpon the head,
And into the beard of Aron:
Whiche being powred on his crowne,
Was euer more styll descendyng:
And from his beard it dropped downe,
Into the skirtes of his clothing.
And as this precious oyntment swete,
Did smell all of one swete sauour:
For Christen brethern it is mete,
To be all of one behauour.
He that loues God aboue all thyng,
His neighbour as him selfe lyke wyfe,
[Page] Fulfyls the lawe in so doyng:
Whiche Christe would haue vs exercyse.
For where this godly loue doth byde.
There present is the lorde Iesus:
Whiche neuer from his flock wyll slyde,
It they in loue continue thus.
Loue not y• world (thus faith S. John)
Ne any thing conteynde therin:
For who so settes his loue theron,
The loue of God is not in hym.
And none can loue the lorde aboue,
Whom with our eyes we neuer see:
If we our brethern doe not loue,
That alway present with vs be.
Let loue therfore be among vs,
And from it let vs neuer swarue:
As we are lovde of Christ Iesus,
Muche more then euer we deserue.
The dewe that fell on Syon hyll,
The whiche descended plesantly,
Is nothyng lyke this loue vntill,
Belovde of god et [...]rnally.
For god from [...]yme to tyme doth geue
To this loue his holy blessyng:
For all that doe with loue beleue,
Shall reigne in ioye without ending.
He (sayth the lorde) that loueth me,
Doth kepe my lawe and holy lore,
And vnto him geuen shall be,
A crowne to reigne for euer more.
Lorde in this loue we thee beseke,
To set vs in a quiet staye:
That we beyng louyng and meke,
May reigne with thee in hlys for aye.
The iust and true mā complaineth, that flattery and falshod is more regarded then truthe, and reioyseth that he is hated for the truthe.
[...] IF truth may take no trusty hold,
[...] nor cleue so fast as flattring sence,
[...] wel may thy harte poore man be colde:
[...] for then is gone all sure defence.
The Nyghtyngale must change her note,
And of the Cucow learne to syng:
The modest mynde must learne to dote,
Or conne some other fayued thyng.
If meanyng well may take no place,
Nor dealyng iust haue no regarde:
Thou must deuyse an other space,
To fayne suche thyngs as may be heard.
Shall vertue dwell in such disdayne,
And honestie be had in hate?
Then must we learne to glose and fayne,
Orels remayne in vyle estate.
But yf there be none other way,
To purchase fauor and good wyll:
Better it were I dare well saye,
In vyle estate to tary styll.
What call ye then the vyle estate?
As some doo iudge this is the thyng:
If my superior doo me hate,
And would me to displeasure bryng,
And that also without desert:
(If reason may the cause decerne)
And haue disdeyn for my true heart.
Wherfore to please I am to lerne.
Yet is myn heart determind sure.
If truth and reason take no place:
Of suche disdeyne to take no cure,
But wyse men rather wyll imbrace.
For yf wysedome were noblenes,
As noble byrthe and ryches is:
Then should not truth be in dystres,
And flattrye should of fauor mis.
So flattrye and bland eloquence,
Should (as they are) be compted vyle,
And truth should then make none offence
Nor vertue reigne in suche exyle.
Blamd, but not shamd, the prouerbe is
And truth can haue none other wrong:
So may they hap theyr marke to mys:
That thinke them selues in falshod strōg.
Then hated lo I must reioyce,
And fonde regarde despyse as vayne:
Closing my mouth stoppyng my voyce,
From speache in presence of disdayne.
¶ An holsome warning for all men that beare the name of Christians, to lyue Christianly.
[...] O Harke a whyle vnto my style,
[...] all ye that Christians be,
[...] that beare that name
[...] and doe not frame
[...] your liues accordingly.
Is Fayth in syche,
As beyng ryche,
(Though they doo Christ professe)
That euery houre
Do Christe deuoure,
And his poore flocke oppresse.
For we are all,
As sayth sayn [...] Paule,
Membres of one body:
Of Christe Iesu,
[...] round of vertue,
And of all veritie.
Then the poore man,
(As proue I can)
Is Christ his member true,
As well as he,
What so he be,
That ryches doth endue.
Why should ye then,
To symple men,
Beare suche despight and hate?
Syth they be all,
In Christ equall,
With you in all estate.
Christ his kyngdome,
Was neuer wonne,
By wealth or hygh degree:
All though that here,
Some doo appere,
To reygne in dignitie.
Then let none thynke,
That Christ wyll shrynke,
When he shall iudge vs all:
Of all your wealth
So got by stelthe,
You to accompt to call.
When yf he fynde,
Ye were vnkynde,
To your poore brethern dere:
Then wyll he say,
Go from me aye
Into eternall fyre.
When I lackt meate,
And fayne would eate,
In sycknes thyrst and cold [...]:
In all my nede,
Not one good dede
That you to me doo wold.
Then wyll ye say,
Wythout delay:
Lord when dyd we thee see
Lacke any foode,
To doo thee good,
And dyd it not to thee?
And he agayne,
Shall answer playne,
I truely say to you:
Ye styll oppreste,
And muche detest
The poore my members true.
When ye therfore
Did them abhorre
That [...]re of lowe degree:
To me alone
And other none
Ye did that iniury.
Saint Iohn doth proue,
We can not loue
God whom we doe not see
If we doe hate
Our brethern, that
Are present to our eye.
Nowe call for grace,
Whyle ye haue space,
Your wycked lyues amende:
And so procede
In worde and dede,
True Christians to the ende.
¶ A short song exhorting all men to abstayne from the vse of false weyghtes and measures.
[...] MY harte constraines my mouth to tell,
[...] the dutie of eche worldly wight,
[...] howe they be [Page 105] taught in the gospell,
[...] one with other to deale vpright:
[...] with euen weightes & ballance iust,
[...] so doe we must.
So doe we must, this is no naye,
Also with measure iust and true:
Who so doth not at the last day,
Ryght sore are lyke for it to rue:
When he shall goe for wante of breath
Vnto his death.
Vnto his death when he must goe
With painful panges and torment strong:
Then is he lyke to suffer wo,
For that his dealyng false and wrong.
Suche one is lyke, in extreme payne
For to remayne.
For to remayne, wo worth the whyle
That any man so fond should fare,
With othes his neighbour to beguyle,
When he should truly sell his ware.
[Page] O wherfore then d [...]o ye vnwyse,
Prudence despyse?
Prudence despyse? that should so well
L [...]ade you in Godly wayes and ryght:
And teache you also how to deale:
With your neyghbours iustly vpryght.
For he that to amend denayes,
Thus the Lorde sayes.
Thus the Lord sayth very certayn,
Such measure as ye mete to other,
Suche measure shall ye haue agayn:
How then yf you deceyue your brother?
Thynk you that God wyll forget thys?
No no Iwys.
No no Iwys ye may be sure,
For heauen and earth shall ioyntly sayl [...] ▪
But Gods word shall for euer dure,
In force and strength styll to preuayle,
All false dealers for to expell
Downe in to hell.
Down in to hell, therfore take hed [...],
And call for gods grace and mercy:
Amend your wycked lyues with spede,
Lamentyng them repentantly,
God geue vs grace so to intende,
And there an ende.
¶ A Ditie declarynge the sted fast hope and trust that the faythfull afflicted soule hath in Christ Iesu.
[...] LIke as certain,
[...] the hart wold faine
[...] of the fountain
[...] obtain the spring:
[...] so hath my sprite
[...] his whole delight,
[...] in God almight
[...] aboue all thing.
Myne enmies strong.
All the daye long,
To doe me wrong
Is their intent:
Euery howre
On me they loure,
Me to deuoure
They doe inuent.
This doe I see,
For to myne eye
It is truly
Alwayes obiect.
With might and mayne,
Them selues they strayne,
My soule to gayne
And to infect.
My soule therfore,
Doth tremble sore,
And euermore,
Doth stande in feare:
And all the whyle,
Myne enmies smyle.
Me to beguyle
They not forbeare.
Therfore I say,
My s [...]ule alway,
Rei [...]yce and stay,
Thy selfe in Christ.
Though men extold,
Agaynst thee hold,
In Christ be bold,
Them to resyst.
Who is alyue,
That dareth stryue,
(Strong dyuels fyue)
Although they were:
Thys can I proue
O Lorde aboue,
If thou me loue,
I nede not feare.
O God of myght,
Strengthen my spryte,
That doth delyght
Only in thee.
O holy Lord,
Let thy sw [...]e word,
Wyth one accord,
Styll be wyth me.
O Christ Iesu,
Ground of vertue,
Messias true,
As sayth Scripture:
To thee I pray,
Graunt that I may,
In heauen aye,
With thee indure.
¶ A song shewing that no commoditie is without a discommoditie.
¶ Syng this as, I am the man whome God. &c.
AS I dyd sytte and muse
Once by my selfe alone,
The wretched state of worldly wights
The mind was fixed on:
Howe no commoditie
May here with man indure,
Without some discommoditie,
To shewe it selfe vnpure.
By fyre we haue great ayde
In colde vs for to warme:
Whiche in an houre somtime doth burn [...],
Rewarding vs with harme.
We may lyue certayne dayes,
Without both drinke and meate:
But without ayre not one moment,
The lack would be so great.
Yet somtyme by his rage
We mortall men doe fynde,
That trees houses and cattell eke
Are ouerthrowne with wynde.
The water who can lack,
That in this worlde doth byde?
Yet many one therin is drownde,
By great aboundyng tyde.
The earth wheron we dwell,
And seke great welth to fynde,
In sekyng to possesse the same,
With iudgement vayne and blynde:
When we thynke to possesse
This earth that we attende,
Behold the same possesseth vs,
In it we take our ende.
The Sommer whiche doth repe
Our sede, both corne and frute,
Alas to hot, this heate to hot,
With men thus goeth the brute.
And as with sommers heate
We doe complayne and scoulde:
So do we wayle on wynters there,
And blame hym for his coulde.
No welth without some wo,
No Ioy without some care,
No blysse without his dolefull bale:
Thus wretched men doe fare.
We seke for sugred welth,
As we should aye dwell here,
The bytter galle of mysery,
Therfore doth strayte appere.
The wyne that cheres the hearte,
Doth ofte tymes vexe the brayne:
And woman made was for mans helpe,
Who doth hym ofte great payne.
Sometyme we call for dryth,
Some tyme we aske for rayne:
Some tyme we saye we haue to much,
Of eche thus we complayne.
In musyke we delyght,
And calle for it some tyme:
Wherof we sone be wery lo,
And blame our selues of cryme.
And iudge our selues to be
Both vayne, fonde, and vnpure:
Because our myrth without sorowe,
No long tyme doth indure.
And whyle this dredfull care
Had fraughted thus my breste,
I me bethought what myght be founde,
To purchase here moste rest.
And that we myght let passe,
With lesse disease of mynde:
These contraries that vs assaulte,
Of so repugnant kynde.
And temperance was the thyng,
That then came to my thought:
A better ayde in suche a case,
Is no where to be sought.
And therin seke to fynde
The wyll of God aboue:
And doe the dedes prescribed vs,
Within the lawe of loue.
¶ The iust innocent complayneth on sclanderous tongues.
[...] LIke as the larke within the marlions foote
[...] from solace supplanted it were with me,
[...] if thou lord wert not my buckler and boote:
[...] at whose hand I hope saluacion to see.
My hope and helth lord is only in thee,
My castell of comfort my shylde and defence:
From sclanderous tongues Lorde delyuer me,
That thei no iust cause haue through myne offence.
So shall their deceites turne to their own shame
Although for a tyme they chance to preuayle:
When truthe shall be tryde, and vtred by fame,
Their falshod may faynte and vtterly quayle.
For they doe reporte that I neuer did,
My iudgement and cause I yelde vnto thee,
That out of this wo ryght fayne would be ryd,
And neuer did why so sclandred to be.
Oh mercifull lord creator of all,
I doe remember men sclandered thee:
Great diuell and Belzebub they did the call,
Thy myracles dayly though they did see.
If thou se it good thy seruant to trie
By sclander of tongues and vntrue reporte:
For pacience thy gifte, to suffer I crye,
Rememberyng thee, my selfe to comforte.
For helpe at thy hande I only resorte,
Resolue their harde hartes and cause them relent:
For they that loue euell doe alwayes suporte
All suche as to lyes and sclaunder are bent.
Yet if thy wyll weare that they myght repent
Confessing their fault, their falshod and guyle:
To comfort somwhat the poore innocent,
That falshod and lyes hath put in exyle.
Thy glory so should we largely expresse
And teache it to men, and cause them to feare,
Whiche were for this crime a perfect redresse:
For nothyng so much could make thē forbeare.
Thus all my whole cause to thee I commit,
My matters with thee I alway decyse:
Iustly in iudgement because thou doest syt,
And ryghteousnes is thy whole exercyse.
O lord geue thē grace, to leaue ther great crime,
And me for to suffer, & walke without blame:
So wyll I endeuor from tyme to tyme,
To blesse and to prayse thy most holy name.
The innocent sclaundered complaineth praying for the conuertion of his enemies.
[...] AL cōfortles lo without any ayd,
[...] now shuld I remayn if God wer not he,
[...] which in ye defēce of good mē hath sayd,
[...] in all their distresse their helper to be.
My hope is therfore sure fixed O lorde,
That thou dost abhorre all vntrue reporte:
And as thou dost byd in thy holy worde,
All only for helpe to thee I resorte.
From thee O good lord ther is nothyng hyd,
Prouoke them by force their lyfe to refrayne:
For they doe reporte that I neuer dyd,
Accepted of suche as lyes doe maynteyne.
Good lord let not them their purpose obteyn,
Which in these my days wold turn me to shame
Not that I refuse to suffer the peyne,
But only that it turne not to their blame.
My harmes be heinous whē they me defame
But yet the moste harme to them doth returne,
When they vpon me doe reporte the same,
That they can not proue, it maketh me morne.
Lo thus am I bent in good part to take,
The sclander of tongues, rememberyng thee,
Contented to suffer all thynges for thy sake,
For vengeance only belongeth to thee.
Oh mercifull Lord I render therfore
To thee condygne thāks, which art my defence
O strengthen me then good lorde euer more,
That I may styll suffer with pure pacience:
And finally graunt oh mercifull lorde,
That these false lyers may turne and conuert
And being instructed by thy swete worde,
They may be ryght sad and sory in heart.
To God our Creator and lord omnipotent,
The Father, the Sonne, and the holy ghost,
Thre persons and one God most excellent,
Be all prayse and honour as worthy most.
¶ The complaint of Christ our sauiour agaynst the Ingratitude of mankynde.
THys of the Lord is the complaynt,
Of man, how he was sold and bought:
And thus he sayd hym to attaynt,
Myne own people what haue I wroght?
For towards me thou art so faynt,
And I thy loue so dere haue bought.
Thy answer loke thou nothyng paynt
To me, for why I knowe thy thought:
Haue not I done all that I ought?
Or els what haue I left behynd?
Thou sterst my wrathe, I hurt thee nought,
Why art thou to thy frend vnkynd?
I sought thy loue it was well sene,
When I thee made so lyke to me,
Myne earthly workes both quicke and grene,
To thee I gaue bothe fruite and tree:
From Pharao that was fierce and kene,
Out of Egypt delyueryng thee,
I kylled hym and all hys men,
And the redde sea in twayne dyd fl [...]e:
Which I commaunded drye to bee.
The water serude thee and the wynde,
From bondage so I made thee free.
Why art thou to thy frend vnkynd?
Full forty yeares in wyldernes,
To wyn thy loue I dyd the lead,
Toward a land of great ryches,
With Manna also I thee fed:
To thee to shewe my great kyndnes,
Thy kynde to take I had no drede.
I left my myght, and toke mekenes,
Myne owne heart bloud for thee I bled:
To buy thy soule my selfe I led,
And bound my selfe thee to vnbynde.
Thus with great p [...]yne thy turne I sped▪
Why art thou then to me vnkynde?
For thee I ordeynd Paradyse,
And shewde to thee my Testament,
And thou agayne dydst me despyse,
In breakyng my commaundement.
Thy synnes were great in dyuers wyse,
For to my foes thou dydst consent:
Downe I thee thrust, thou couldst not ryse,
Thy wyts from thee away they went,
A naked wretche poore, shamd, and shent:
And as for frendes thou couldest none fynd,
But I whych on a crosse was rent,
Why art thou to thy frend vnkynd?
Thus I lovde thee, but whom lovst thou?
I am thy frend, why wylt thou fayn?
I gaue thee lyfe, and thou me slew.
Who parted thus our loue in twayn?
Turne thee to me, bethynke thee how
Thou hast done yll, come home agayne.
And thou shalt be as welcome now,
As he that free from synne dyd raigne,
Thynke howe dyd Mary Magdaleyn.
[Page] What sayd I to Thomas of Inde?
I grant the blysse, why wylt thou payne?
And art thus to thy frend vnkynde.
Of frends I am the beste and chiefe,
Thou wylt me neyther dreade nor please,
Of thy true loue to se a prefe,
My loue to thee would much increase,
For thy mysdedes I suffred grefe,
And thou dydst me that same disease,
Hanged I was most lyke a thefe.
I suffred death thy payne to cease:
Yet to loue me thou dost not prease,
Nor bearest not my payn in mynde:
But seekst Idols in thy dysease.
To me why art thou so vnkynde?
Vnkynd, for thou hast slayn thy Lord,
And euery day dost wound hym newe:
If thou be brought vnto accord,
Of couenant made, thou art vntrue:
To thy old synne thou dost resorte,
Thou louest vyce hatyng vertue.
All false Idols that I abborde
To honour thou wylt not eschue:
But to my lyuely Image true,
The poore, the halt, the lame and blynd,
To offer thou wyle not insue.
But rather art to them vnkynd.
Thryse dyd the fiend tempt me truly,
And thou doste tempt me day by day,
Wyth syane and vyce most wyckedly,
[Page 112] To stirre my wrath thou wylt assay.
Thou dost as who so would me buye,
As false Iudas dyd me betraye:
For at my workes thou hast enuye.
There is nothyng that would thee stay,
If thou on me myghtst as I may.
Full cruelly thou wouldest me bynd:
If I forgyue thee thou sayste nay,
Why art thou to thy frend vnkynd.
¶ A Ditie warnyng all townes and liberties to chose theyr gouernours for vertue wysedom and lernyng: and by all meanes laudable, to kepe from rule the proude enuious and wylfull wycked men: lest the prince be dishonored, and they them selues abused and oppressed.
¶ Syng this as, If truth may take no trusty hold. &c.
VVher pride doth hold the helme in hand
The shyp to rule by wylfull wyll,
Oft tymes we see on rocke or sand,
Both shyp and goods do ioyntly spyll
As Phaeton prowde, most wylfully.
Hys father Phebus charyot,
Would prease to rule, tyll foolyshly
He nygh spylde all, suche was hys lot.
Wherby as Ouide playne doth tell,
The wrathe of Ioue he did proueke,
In floud of Po hym downe to fell,
Wyth dreadfull dynt of thunder stroke.
The lyke thyng may be sene [...]he day,
In shyp of publike gouernance,
Where onely pryde and wyll beare sway,
Sekyng all discorde to aduance.
For reason there is ca [...]tiuate,
Re [...]ect and cast cut as a slaue,
Tyll theyr owne swynge doth bring the quade
Whose end doth shew how much they r [...]ue.
Wherfore yf I myght counsell geue,
When as the matter lyes in choyce,
Blynde ignorance should not acheue,
To wyn to rule by common voyce.
For by theyr rude and [...]onde abuse,
The prince they doo dishonor muche,
And subiectes poore they muche mysuse,
Of pryde and wyll the fruites are suche.
Then best it is for to reiect,
The blynde the ignorant and rude,
And vertues chiefly to respect,
And wysely so your choyce conclude.
If that ye knewe the difference,
Betwene the wyse and learned men,
And rude vnlearned negligence,
Muche more respect ye would haue then.
For loke howe farre a lusty wyght,
That can doo all actiuitie,
As go, runne, wrestle, playe and fyght,
Dothe styll surmount in eche degree
The infant yong that can not go,
But muste of force be led or borne,
So farre extendeth learnyng lo,
The rude and ignorant forlorne.
He that in all his lyfe and dayes,
His owne affections can not rule,
But beastly is in all his wayes,
As any saluage horse or mule.
Or he that hys house howe to guyde
Or household yet coulde neuer tell,
Can such be mete at any tyde,
A towne of folke to gouerne well?
Haue this therfore before your eyes,
Whom hencefoorth ye doo chose or take,
Vertue imbrace, and vyce despyse,
A ryght good choyce so shall ye make.
Esteme hym euer as moste yll,
Whiche by his froward mynde vniust,
Despysyng lawe wyll maynteyue wyll,
To lay good order in the dust.
If any man perceaue this case,
Or haue experience of this cry me,
Vertue hencefoorth let hym imbrace,
And take more hede an other tyme.
¶ A briefe description of wysedom and folly in gouernance.
VVHere wysedome beareth sayle,
In shyp of common wealth,
Lyke are they not to fayle,
Lawe, loue, good hope and: health,
Iustyce shall there auayle,
All wrong to ouerthrowe,
Men dyng both hygh and lowe.
In lyke wyse and maner,
Of folly to defyne,
Ryght may no rule beare there,
Debate so doth enclyne:
And peace can there be none,
Ye may therof be sure:
Nothyng but payne and mone.
Euer doo fooles procure.
¶ A briefe Description of truthe and falsehode.
TRuthe shall triumph and falshode fayle,
Hope in the Lord so hath vs taught:
Of falshode shall the cunnyng quayle,
Most, when she hath her malice wrought:
As of the truth it is the guyse,
Suppresiyng wrong, and then to ryse.
Why then doth falshode make her bost,
Of her dedes as they should endure:
Only a whyle they rule the rost,
Doubtles theyr buyldynges are not sure.
Myschief to doo they men allure:
[Page 114] And yet is all that they inuent,
Nothyng stable ne permanent.
¶ An exhortation to truthe, fayth and vertue.
EXamyn well thyne inward spryte,
Directe thy wayes with perfectnes:
Make streyght the thynges that are not right
Vexe not thy frend with vnkyndnes.
No lye for gayne see that thou make,
Do nothyng yll for frendshyp sake.
Haue styll in mynde the truth, which sayth,
All thynges are vayne that haue an ende.
Let all thy workes be done in fayth,
Lyke that whpch Christ doth most commend.
¶ A de scription of mans lyfe both in his owne affections and vertues.
VVE may by profe behold and see,
In thys world what is mans delyghte,
Lewde is our lyfe naturally,
Lacke yf we doo gods holy sprite,
Iniurie, hate, wrath, and despyghte.
All that to payne shall vs procute,
Most we frequent and put in vre.
In vertue y [...]t those that doo dwell.
Occasyons yll they wyll eschue,
Remembryng that suche as doo well,
Doubtles the Lorde wyll them endue,
All goodnes that they may ensue.
[Page] Yea and them kepe so safe and sound,
None ill shall them hurte or embrace,
Endeuoryng styll iust to be found.
A frendly aduertisement.
REioyce in him that did thee make,
In weith and we haue him in mynde,
Conceaue none ill, all vyce forsake:
Helth in thy soule so shalt thou fynde.
And wh [...]re thou art a louyng frynde,
Reuoke it not, but stay thee there,
Decaye no loue but hate forbere.
To proued frendes commit thy trust,
And [...]lee from suche as fayne and glose,
Note one thing well, and kepe it iuste,
No secret of thy frende disclose,
Except counsell disdaine it not,
Repent thou mayst els well I wot.
That selfe loue and auarice, weare neuer true friendes.
MAruell not, though the faunyng tongue
All other doth excede in guile,
Rather thinke howe the foulers song
In to the net doth byrdes bewyle.
In couetise or in self loue,
S [...] that ye put no stedfast trust:
Leste confused your fansie moue,
Euer complainyng of thuniust.
A description of frendship.
IN frendship true there surely is
Of nothyng lacke, or scarcetie,
He whiche is frendly doth not mys,
No tyme his frende to gratefye.
Neuer therfore was frendshyp found,
In selfe loue, or in auarice:
Contrarily it doth abound,
Occasion shewde in exercise,
Loue neuer doth his frende despyse,
Sure frendshyp knoweth not hir owne.
Of this description to the wyse,
Now hēceforth may frēdship be knowne.
An opening of the rude peoples inconstancie.
REade who so wyll in wyse wryting,
It shall be easy to conclude,
Commonly how the rashe doynges,
Haue of the moste fonde multitude
Alwayes bene vayne and very rude.
Rauyng they doe reuers certayne,
Deuise of wyse men to disdayne.
Haue in their mynd therfore this feare,
Of their dedes be suspicious:
Out of all doubt theyr fond maner
Can not be but pernicious.
At all tymes therfore let the wyse
Reuoke their wayes and enterpryse.
That flattery and sclaunder are of all wyse men to be taken hede of.
RIfe in this life is rude reporte,
Of suche as order doe disdaine:
But who so wyll to blysse resort,
Auoyde must all their scouldinges vayne:
Regardyng in his mynde all whole,
To runne a pace and wynne the gole.
Trust not to much the faynt frendshyp
In suche as flatter for a gayn,
Ne yet the leude and lying lyp,
Lyke one lyke other is certayn.
Ye therfore ought him well to proue,
Endeuor that ye doe to loue.
That a cōstant mynde is a great pyller of bodily health.
HEalth of body for to procure
Expediente a constant mynde:
Nothyng doth better be you sure,
Dircet you helth and welth to fynde:
Remember that the lyfe vnstable,
Is founde in no man commendable.
For custome (Aristotle sayth)
Is lyke to an other nature,
So that he whiche him therin staith.
Hath good assurance long to dure,
And who the same to rente is ryfe,
Regardeth neither helth nor lyfe.
REspect euer and haue regarde,
Ill men from good for to deuide,
Constantly kepe both watche and warde
Hate ill mens dedes on euery syde.
Agayne with iust men at eche tyde,
Regarde to dwell, and them frequent,
Decyse with them your whole intent.
Beneuolence se you bestowe
Alwayes on suche as loue vertue,
Regarde also to ouerthrowe
Hatefull synners, who vice ensue,
And alwayes company the wyse:
Make spede from vyce and fooles despise.
A commendacion of vertuous exercise.
INuention of the mynd ingenious
Of godly thyngs and of humane science,
Hath & shall be wt men good & righteous,
Noted styll as a poynt of excellence.
Continue styll then in thy diligence.
Let not the world pluck back thy good intent,
And sure god wyll alwayes be thy defence
Regardyng thee and thy doynges decente.
Know that the lord is styl the good mās guide,
Enuyronyng his ways on euery syde.
Against vndecēt busy medlers in other mens vocation neglecting their owne.
REason would that in the publique estate,
Of evry realme, where order would be had,
[Page] Because therby the better to voyde hate,
All suche should be estemed to be mad,
Rudly that wyll his own calling forsake,
To vse others, hym self a f [...]ole to make.
Better it were that eche in their degree,
Endeuour would to folow their own art,
Then fondly as experience we may se,
In breaking order cause the selues to smarte.
Nothing on earth, the which hath vndone mo,
God for their plage hath wylde it to be so.
For c [...]rteynly the vncontented mynde,
Extreamly doth hym selfe therby torment,
Lyuing [...]o get they do many fetes fynde,
Dotyng in all that euer they inuent,
Euer therfore to constancie be bent.
Of fortune.
VVHo so would know what fortune is
To Chilons answer take goo hede.
When lyke demande as nowe is this
To hym was put, he sayde in dede:
A leche right leude, they did hir fynde
That trusted hyr: she made them blynde.
Or thus out of Iustinus.
EXamples great were without ende,
Vneth possible to be toulde,
I myght vnto the mynde commend,
Therin to stay if now I should:
Howe changeable howe frayle and fond
Is fortune for to vnderstonde.
Whiche neuer yet made any ioye
But sorowe strayght ensude the same,
And doth hir selfe prepare to noye
Moste when the semes to noryshe fame:
Nor neuer strake the sorow stroke,
But where she first with ioye did mocke.
Of honor out of Tully.
HOnor as Tully doth wysly repete
In, wyse men doth norysh both wisdom & skill,
And prayse in the wyttes doth kyndle a heate,
And also to study doth sturre vp the wyll.
Of glory.
IN thre thinges it doth well appeare
Where perfect glory doth remayne.
The first is where as far and nere
The multitude in loue doth reygne,
The second is as I perceaue,
Where they to good opinion cleaue.
The thyrd is where they maruel much
At vs, and doe vs well esteme,
And thynke vs able to be suche
As they of worshyp worthy deme:
And so with loue and good pretence
Doe gladly geue vs reuerence.
Of vain glory.
Of this vyle worlde the vayn glory
Is a swetnes full of deceit,
[Page] A feare fyxed continually,
Aduancement bydyng dangers bayte:
A thyng begon without foresyght,
And endes without repentance quight.
¶ Or thus.
By clymyng hyghe did neuer ioye
So swyftly yet ensue,
As (in the fallyng downe to wo)
Our sorowes doe vs rue.
Nor yet renoume by victory,
Doth not so muche inflame:
As doth in ruyne vyle reproch [...]
Of follye, vs to shame.
Of grace out of S. Bernarde.
In three thinges lo consisteth grace▪
Ryght well to knowe as I doe thynke,
Of faultes nowe paste abhor the trace,
And present ioyes despyse and shrynke:
Desyryng only thynges to come,
Prepared for vs all and some.
Of temperance out of Plutarche.
VVHat may we thynke that mā to lack
In any one degree,
To lyue in ioye and perfect welth,
And pure felicitie.
Whose vertue lo doth hym discharge
From sorowe and from feare,
His temperance constreigneth hym
[Page 118] All extremes to forbeare:
And calleth hym from carnall luste,
In thoughte, in worde and dede,
That in reioycing folyshly
He neuer doth excede.
Of tale bearers out of saynt Hierome.
The tale bearer that wicked man
Whiche by his synfull sleyght,
Doth mynysh loue betwene true frendes,
Through his most vyle deceyte,
Offendeth in muche worse degree,
Then he that would constrayne
The meate out of the beggers mouth,
Whom hunger sore doth payne,
For loke howe muche the soule excedes
This mortall body here:
So is the foode that fedes the soule
More precious and more dere,
And much more ought estemde to be,
Then that whiche here doth fede
Oure carein vyle, that dayly doth
Offende in worde and dede.
Of virginitie.
THe holy man faynt Ciprian
In praysing of virginitie.
Syster of angels cald it than,
To vanquysh lustes valiently:
Of vertues lo she is prynces
All good thinges eke she doth possesse.
A maydens speache should be therfore,
In sobernes ryght circumspect.
Let bashfulnes also be more
Then eloquence in all respect,
Apperyng seld, few tymes and rare,
Vse well the eares, the tongue to spare.
When that ye speake, speake so that men,
May wonder at your shamfastnesse,
When ye speake not prouyd that then,
They may lykewyse your sobernesse.
Lo these fewe thyngs that I haue sayd,
Should be the garments of a mayd.
¶ Of Arrogancie in studentes.
ALl arrogancie from study seclude,
Lest thou remayn styll vnlerned and rude,
For all that the best learned man doth know,
Would make a baren and very bare showe,
His knowyng wt vnknowing, if wer in sight,
For why hys ignorance is infinit,
Wherfore the cumbrance of arrogancy,
The greatest hyndrance is vnto study.
For many myght haue come to wysdoms lore,
If they had not thought thēselues there before
¶ Of reuerence to age.
AGe and discretion in any wyse,
Loke that thou reuerence, and therto arise:
Geue place and hede therto with diligence.
For therin consysteth great exyerience.
For if thou wilt here an vpryght lyfe lyue,
At theyr handes thou shalt that knowlege atchiue:
Wyth godly lyfe, and true felicitie,
In graue iudgement and worldly policy.
¶ Of truth and falshode. Truthe doth wyth truth for euer consent, But falshode with falshode nor truth no [...] content.
¶ Of Inhumanitie.
OF great rudenes it is an argument,
And that he is both proude and insolent,
In stout disdeyn that wyll styll remayn mute.
To those that gently hym greete and salute.
Or yf that we should not agayne for our part,
Shew the ryght fruite of a gentyll heart,
To wyshe well to them that wyshe well to vs:
We might wel be thought beastly and barbarous.
¶ Of constant temperance.
Though fortune her face turne from the & fayle,
Be of good chere, let not thy hearte quayle,
For oft after mornyngs carefull and sad,
Succedeth euenyngs both mery and glad.
Of truth and lying.
As profyt by lying is vncertayne gayne,
Which can not long dure, nor stedfast remayn:
So damage that men by truth get among:
Such trouble I say can not hynder long.
Of the errors of the common rude multitude.
LOdouicus Viues in sentence playn,
With words that be wyse affirmeth certayn,
That thopinions of people tumultous,
Is commonly hurtfull and pernicious.
Theyr braynes and heads so grossly vnderstond,
That all theyr iudgements are foolysh and fond.
For truly the vulgar people ay is,
Scholemaister of errores, and thynges amys.
There is nothyng vpon this earth therfore,
That in our study we should seke for more,
Then hym to bryng that knowlege would obteyn,
By wysedomes rule, in which he taketh peyn,
That he eschewe the iudgement vayn and rude
Of the most waywarde wauryng multitude.
Fyrst therfore that he then be not infect,
It doth behoue hym styll for to suspect,
What so the multitude with great assent,
Seme to allow with theyr common consent:
By suche wyse mens rules tyll he them well try
Whose measure is vertue, to proue matters by.
¶ Agaynst vayne apparell, out of Lodouicus Viues.
GArmentes of profyt to couer the body,
Were fyrst inuented by necessitie,
Ryches and ryot found garments precious,
Which vanitie formde with trycks superfluous.
Thus in vestures the dyuers inuention,
Hath drawne folke to prowd and folish contention
And brought them to toyes hurtfull and vayne:
For eche one would now great honor attayne,
By that whych sheweth most our infirmitie,
Our folly weakenes and great miserie.
¶ Agaynst anger out of the same Author.
THe angry man for his countenance fell,
His sharpe words and his dedes fierce & cruell,
Doth [...]ft lose much of his authoritie,
Men from hym withdraw beneuolencie,
His frends him forsake, and no man therfore
Will gladly him mete, but all hym abhorre:
Wherfore all wyse men of graue experience,
Eschue nothyng more, nor more diligence
Do vse in ought, then theyr anger to cloke,
And all workes of yre to shunne and reuoke,
In so much that they wrastle not only,
Agaynst theyr nature and infirmitie,
But spyght of her beard they put her to flyght.
Ye gyue her the fall, and banyshe her quyght.
¶ Of frendes, out of the same Author.
CHose them for no frendes in dede nor in woord,
That wyll at thy lyfe styll gest mocke or boord,
And suche as passe lyttle to scoffe at eche tyde,
At that which most secrete thou woldest hyde:
But yet most of all auoyde shun and flee
The frendshyp of suche as quyckly wyll bee,
For thynges of naught streyght at defyance,
With theyr best trendes, kyndred and alyance,
Reuengyng also them selues muche more
Vpon suche as they haue loued before,
Then on those foes whych they always dyd hate,
And with whome they styll haue ben at debate,
Persuadyng them selues most barbarously,
That of theyr most frend the small iniury.
[Page] It is to be forborne or suffred lesse,
Then of theyr chief foe the most wickednes,
Which vayne & vile wordes do shew forth & moue
Declaryng most playn they neuer dyd loue,
Sure yf they had, loue would haue extended,
That they could not so much haue ben offende
Make neuer no frendes of suche as be those,
For better it were to haue them for foes.
Dulce bellum inexpertis.
As flyes oft tymes in candle flame.
Doo play tyll they be burnt and dye:
So many thynke the warres but game,
Wyth danger tyll the truth they trye.
Or thus.
As Flyes delyght is oft to play,
In candell flame tyll death they tast,
So many wyll the warres assay,
That after soone repent theyr hast.
That the riche and myghtie should not hate the poore and lowly.
AS the grape beatyng vyne lyuely,
The lyttle tree doth not despyse
That doth hym beare, so should perdye,
No great estate yf they be wyse,
Dysdeyn the subiect or seruant,
Whose ayde of force they may not want.
Or thus.
Lyke as the vyne that flourysheth,
With lyuely grapes and leaues moste g [...]er
The small tree neuer despyseth:
That beares hym vp as it is seene.
[Page 121] So ought no ryche nor hygh estate.
The poore or symple wyght to hate.
¶ Of formed fyllets and disformed forheds.
A Lady had a forhed fayre,
Formed very feateously.
For in the mydst a typ of heare
Came downe before ryght proprely.
Bothe sydes were bare and cowlyckt hye.
Wherfore she dyd in hast deuyse,
As in her glasse she late dyd prye.
To forme her geare after that guyse.
Her forhead clothes and other tyre,
Were altred streyght vnto that lyke,
On both sydes crokyng lyke a wyre,
And downe before a prety pyke.
All other women great and small,
That dyd this trym newe trycke behold,
Olde, yong, yea ryche and poore and all,
Theyr forhed clothes so cut and fold.
But some that fayne would so be drest,
Dame Nature streyght denyd them that,
They could not be trym lyke the rest,
Theyr forheds lowe weare lyke a cat.
To that whiche was to some decent,
To others dyd as muche disgrace:
Whiche caused them str [...]yght to inuent,
So plucke the heare of from theyr face.
Wherfore fyrst as the fayre lady,
Her fyllet lyke her forhead formde,
Some worked the cleane contrary,
Theyr forheds lyke fyllets deformde.
¶ Sentences of the wyse
Plato.
OF all thynges the newest is best for behoue,
Saue only of frendshyp and of frendly loue.
Whych euer the elder and longer it dure,
Is so muche the better more perfect and sure,
Seneca.
Wel may he be counted right valient in dede
In ioye nor in sorow that doth not excede:
The temperate man possesseth this treasure,
Whose modesty moues hym styl to mynd measure.
Socrates.
Socrates calles it a great poynt of madnes,
To be without measure in ioy or in sadnes.
Plato.
Idlenes doth ignorance as her fruite render.
And ignorance euer doth error ingender.
Aristoteles.
Auarice doth gentlenesse styll away chase,
Whiche good liberalitie ay doth purchase.
Bias.
Of Flatterers Byas dothe byd vs beware,
And sayth that theyr speach is a hony swete snare.
Plato.
Small errors not stayd at the fyrst but proced▪
Wyl grow to great and huge mischefes in de [...]
Plutarchus.
The wyts which in age wyll excellent byde,
By honest delyghtes in youth wyll be spyde.
Chilon.
Who can deny that man enuious to be.
That sory is at good mens prosperitie,
Socrates.
An ignorant foole he is without mys,
By counsell of women that gouerned is.
Aristippus.
He is without doubt a ryche man in dede,
To borow or flatter that neuer had nede.
Cicero.
Wysdome as Tully doth wysely defyne,
Is knowlege in thynges humane and deuirie.
Xenophon.
For worldly ryches be not to studient,
Syth God hath prouided for eche man sufficient.
Plutarche.
For su [...]ficient thynges ought no man to pray,
[...] doth God geue vnasked alway:
But praye that thy selfe mayst alwayes be bent,
With that whiche God geueth to be styll content.
Pithagoras.
Do ryght in your dedes to serue God if you lyst,
In workes not in words doth Gods worship cōsist
Socrates.
Speake euer of God whyle talke doth endure,
And God in thy mouth wyll good words procure.
Solon.
The soule that is iust, and purely doth meane,
Doth neuer delyght in matters vncleane.
Seneca.
The good soules plant goodnes whose frute is saluatiō
The wicked plante vices, their fruite is damnation.
Truste not this world I saye in no wyse,
Whiche neuer doth paye that it doth promyse.
Pithagoras
True frendship and frendes, ye surely shal finde:
Where many pure hartes are made in one mynde.
Xenophon.
There neuer was frendshyp nor iustice certayne,
Where nothyng among them in cōmon doth rayne.
[Page 123] To lyue without frendes would no man be glad,
Of all kynd of welthe though plenty he had.
Theyr frendshyp was neuer yet perfect and sure,
That did becōme frendes for profite or pleasure.
Socrates.
Let wyse men aske counsell for that is good skyll.
Lest somtyme theyr wits be myxed with wyll.
To the wrathfull man or dronkard infect,
Or he that is to a woman subiect,
Commyt no secretes to any of those.
For surely they can no counsell kepe close,
Isocrates.
He which to others good councell doth geue,
Hym self to profyt begyns to atchieue.
Seneca.
He (sayth Seneca) is ryche and welthy,
Which is contented with his pouertie.
None in this lyfe lyue more certayn and sure,
Then those that doo lacke ryches and treasure.
Hermes.
Receyue with pacience the wordes of correction,
Though they seme greuous in thyne intellection.
Discipline my sonne see thou apprehend,
To grace and vertue so shalt thou extend.
Plutarchus.
Forget sone thy wrath, quench quickly that fyre,
And to be reuenged haue no desyre.
Socrates.
A man well brought vp that doth so procede,
[Page] Increasyng mo vertues, is perfect in dede.
Shame and dyshonour, yll end, and damnatio [...]
Doth lyght vpon [...]cherous abhomination.
Socrates.
I ryght good gyft is eloquence,
Whyche doth in truthe shyne bryghtly styll:
But vsed in falshodes defence:
It doth corrupt and worke muche yll.
Pythagoras.
They which to sclander or to rob
The dead haue theyr delyghte:
Are lyke such dogges in fury that
It stones do barke and byte,
Plutarchus.
Nothyng so muche dysprayseth one
As dothe a mans owne prayse,
And chiefly when he bosteth of
His owne good dedes and wayes.
Hermes.
He that dothe good vnto hys frendes,
Is counted wyse therfore:
But who so dothe his enmy good,
He is a man and more.
As well men ought that benefytes
In mynde shoulde euer cleaue,
[Page 124] As they are glad in tyme of nede,
Wyth handes them to reccaue.
The gyftes of a frynde,
Whose loue is not colde,
Ought neuer in mynde
To weare or waxe olde.
The good wyll of the geuer ought
To be regarded more,
Then ys the value of the gyft
Though it be great and store.
Seneca.
Of welth he shall haue no,
That can not suffer wo.
Smalle knowledge is in suche
As vse to babble muche.
Seneca.
The wyse in deede,
Dothe nothyng neede.
Hermes.
Beware well of spy [...]s,
And tellers of lyes.
Aristoteles.
To delyght in treasure,
Is a dangerous pleasure.
¶ A description of dignitie or true Noblenesse.
IF thou a noble man wylt knowe,
A great estate and honorable,
He is (as Chrysostome doth showe)
To vices nothyng seruisable:
But dothe detest and muche disdayne,
Subiect to be, to vyces vayne.
If thou (as Seneca doth tell)
A man wylt in sure wyse esteme,
Or knowe hym perfectly and well,
What he is, and so truely deme:
Thou must hym see in fashion rare,
That is to say naked and bare.
Possessions let hym laye asyde,
And put from hym authoritie:
And let nothyng wyth hym abyde,
But natures gyft and propretie:
All fortunes fables in lykewyse
Thou must in this thy serche despyse.
In fyne and last of all the rest,
Let hym put of hys owne body:
And then beh [...]ld wythin his brest
His soule, and vewe it certaynly:
For so shall it be truely knowne.
What he hath of his very owne.
For it in me deserues no prayse.
That I of others do receiue,
For looke what nature me denayes,
I can not haue, but doo deceiue,
As wyth a false and fayned synne.
Bragging with that which is not mine.
He that can vices ouercome.
Is then the chiefest conquerour.
He that wyth vertue beareth roome,
He is a man of great honour.
He is noble and of great myght,
That shunnyng wrong imbraceth ryght.
¶ The anotomy or particular description of a byrchē broome or besome: In the composition or makyng wherof, are conteyned .iii. notable Iustices or purgers of vices.
A Byrchen besome that ye a broome calle.
Is made of a wyth, a staffe, and twygs smalle:
By whych all folke of eche age and estate,
May gouerned be, yf nourture they hate,
As fyrst the smalle twygges do serue a good shyft,
The buttockes of boyes to hoyse vp or lyft.
From which it is sometymes nedefull to draw,
Abundance of bloud to kepe them in awe.
The haft of the broome lyke purpose shall serue,
To shrub well theyr backs that strypes do deserue
And namely such knaues that are growne so bygge
That they nothyng set by any small twygge.
Therfore is the staffe a toole for the nones,
To canuys theyr backes, or kydgell theyr bones.
Then thyrdly the wyth wyll hang by the necke
Such theues as feare not the strype nor the checke▪
Thus in euery house .iii. Iustices reigne,
Whyche the byrchen besom well doth conteyne:
The hygh and the meane, and also the lowe,
Th [...]yr offices all, ought eche man to know:
By whom al such men must nedes passe theyr way
The rules of reason that wyll dysobaye,
The highest Iustice the necke wyll out stretche,
The low from buttockes wyl skyn & bloud fetche,
The meane must nedes shrobin the shoulders stout
Of eche stubbern varlet lubber or loute,
The lowe Iustyce nowe he that wyll reiect,
Nor his lyfe by rule and compas direct,
Neglec [...]yng the small, he stireth the great,
The ha [...]te of the broome the shoulders [...]must beat,
By which back beatyng yf he wyll not mend
The with must hym hang, and so hys lyfe end.
Lo thus may they see that wisely behold,
The besome hath vses many a folde,
Besides that for which most men do them kepe,
Namely theyr kitch [...]ns or houses to swepe:
For he hath office mens vic [...]s to purge,
By thre Iustice rules, that sharply wyll scurge.
For who so euer they doo in hand take,
Either good or dead they wyll hym sure ma [...]:
Good, if by vertue from vyce they wyll v [...]y,
Dead, yf by vyces they doo the contrary.
¶ The description & declaration of a monstrous chyld, borne in the towne of Maydston in the Countie of Rent, in the yeare of oure Saluation. 1561. the .xxix. daye of September, beynge Say [...]cte Mychaell the Archangels day, betwene two & thre of the clock in the mornyng,
SIth monsters as some lerned men declare,
Doo demonstrate, to vs oure monstrous lyfe,
Repentantly let vs our hartes prepare,
Synne to aduoyde, wherin our fete be ryse:
For why we walke deuoyde of loue in stryfe,
And for the most part councell men doo scorne,
Which mōstrous ways cause monsters to be borne
Behold those eyes which monstrously strout out
Which typeth foorth our boldnes to doo yll,
And where it hath no forhead without doubt,
The lacke of shame ryght playnly shew it wyll:
Suche shameles grace we se frequented styll,
Whyles we stoutly our naughty ways defend,
And seme gods word to mocke and reprehend.
It hath no necke, whych may also expresse,
That lacke of loue doth reigne in euery wyght.
No paps nor te [...]ts whiche signifieth no l [...]sse.
But that we doo regard no truth nor ryght:
To nouryshe vertue few haue nowe delyght,
But pryde, and foolyshe fondeand vayn attyre.
Of women chiefely nowe is the desyre,
Such ruffes, such rolles, such folysh tricks beside,
More heathenlyke then any Turke doth vse:
In wycked waies thus bodly do we glyde,
And holsom counsell most folke do refuse,
Thus monstrously we walke in great abuse,
As God by tokens dothe to vs declare,
That paynfull plagues he doth for vs prepare.
A hole it hath depe in the head behynd,
Couered ouer with a fleshy flappe,
Thus were these partes contrary vnto kynde:
Which may declare and signify perhap,
With feigned maners how we do vs wrap,
Apperyng outwarde honest fayre and gay,
Corrupted inward with most wycked way.
The buttockes also ioyned are in one,
Without a twyst the same for to deuyde,
Yet some there were that looked it vpon,
That toke great payne the matter for to hyde,
Astribyng it to chaunce that myght betyde
Vnto the woman, whyle she therwith went,
As hurt or bruse, so vayn heads dyd inuent.
But who that wyll discretely the same vewe,
Shal fynd that God therin hath wrought his will
And their surmyse to be false and vntrue,
With lies that would our eares and wyt so fyll,
That we shoulde not repent vs of the yll,
That caused God therby vs to amend,
Thys token great before our eyes to sende.
Presumpteous boldnes in vnshamfast wayes,
Is termes courage or au [...] aciue,
[Page 127] But shame to sinne is counted now a dayes
Great folyshnes, and dollysh dastardy.
So ryfe so rype is nowe iniquitie,
That fearful signes must faine be vs to teache,
That no man els can doe although he preache.
Let vs therfore haue sufficient regarde
To these great workes of God shewed to vs:
Least death and hell doe shortly vs rewarde,
For these our sinnes that we committed thus,
Let learned wits now more at large discusse,
By these great mōstrous tokens what is ment
But in the meane space let vs all repent.
¶ An exhortation to al preachers of the Gospell, that they ought to preache as well in workes as with wordes: if they wyll preache profitably, namely to the conuertiō of soules to the truthe.
THe first mouer from easte to weste.
That turnes the star [...]y sphere,
Vnder the whiche the seuerall orbes
The wandryng lyghts doe beare.
By endles turnyng in that course
That all men doe perceyue,
Contrary to their stryuing waye,
Whiche f [...]w folke can conceaue.
Twelue thousand tymes hath borne the sonne
This endles halle about,
[Page] Beshyning all our hemisphere
With beames▪ most clere and stoute.
(Which cutting crosse our horizon
The night away did dryue,
And frō this arke by glistryng light,
Dyd darkenes styll depryue.)
Synce parentes procreation
My lyfe did fyrst beginne,
And nutriment performyng it,
Tyll that I breth did wynne.
And yet in this number of dayes
I neuer could espie,
Or on that wyght once fyx my looke,
Or see hym with myne eye,
That cary could a good report
Vnto his finall graue,
Whiche in this lyfe dyd not subdue
The fleshe when it dyd raue:
Or could not with a moste sharp byt
The heady synnes refrayne,
Subduyng frayle affections,
As with a brydle rayne.
No though he could well prophesis
And profitably preache:
And as a heauenly messenger,
The gospell purely teache,
If lyfe and conuersation
Doth not therto accorde,
His labours are abandoned,
His preaching is adhorde.
For in bare wordes doth not cōsist
The pure sinceritie:
But perfect works doth chiefly shew
The Christian veritie.
And only wyt in speakyng well,
Doth shewe his force and myght:
But wysdome euer is exprest,
In dealyng iust and ryght.
Thus wyt can say, but wisdō doth
All thynges godly and iust.
Wit in good words, wisdom in dedes
Is knowne and well discust.
As workes then doe all wordes excede,
And doyng speache excell:
Though wit may make a glorious shew,
Yet wysdom beares the bell.
How many preachers haue ben staynde
That spake eloquently,
Which wanting wisdom, could not work
Therwith accordingly.
Wherfore the wyse philosopher
Vnhappy dyd them call,
Whiche had a wyt, and neuer could
Attayne wisdom withall.
For wytte doth serue wisdom to learne,
In eche reasnable wyght:
Wherfore they are but beastes, who not
In wisdoms schole delyght,
If wysdoms worke then folowe not
O [...] wy [...] what is theffecte:
To what ende are these goodly wordes,
If good workes be reiect.
What are the frutes of lyvly fayth?
Whiche are the tokens true,
Of those whom God in Christ our helth
With grace doth styll reuewe?
Is it not lyfe agreable
To that ye teache and saye?
Howe can ye otherwyse with glose
These verities denaye?
To what end speake ye all these wordes
Wherin ye so glory?
Ist not as good of godly dedes
To tell an history?
Who best think you should me perswade
Their churche and fayth to loue?
Or who to folow or beleue
Should the moste mens hartes moue?
Of him that sayde, and no good dyd,
Or he that helde his peace,
Walkyng a go [...] and Christian lyfe
Among the [...] prease?
Though faith by hearing come in dede,
Whiche I will not denye:
Wordes voyde of workes did neuer yet
Worke halfe effectually.
It is but lyke the flowers gaye
That floryshe fayre and grene,
And wyther streyght as sone as sonne
Doth whot vpon them shyne.
Lyke wytherd haye vpon house tops,
That many tymes doth growe:
Whiche sodeynly doth spring and spreade,
Makyng a braggyng showe:
But streyght for lack of perfect roote
Or grounde wheron to staye,
It wytherd is, that no man can
His handfull beare away.
Wherfore vnles ye preach with works
The frutes of wysdom pure,
Your wytty wordes are vanitie,
Your ground is nothyng sure.
Howe some haue geuen vyle offence
I nede not here to name,
For wyse men wyll my meanyng see
And doe but reade this same.
And who so by an others fall
Can staye and take good hede,
That man to be wytty and wyse
We shall beleue in dede.
A buylder wyse vpon the rocke
Christ doth hym ryghtly call,
That doth the gospell heare or reade,
And doe therafter shall.
Contrarywyse the negligent
That gods worde vnderstande,
Are lykned to the folysh man
That buylded on the sande.
Of whiche he fyrst was able well
All stormes for to abyde:
Where as the last vnconstant was
And subiect styll to slyde.
Wherfore for Christes bloud I saye,
Ye preachers all beware.
And that your lyfe make none offence
Se that ye set your care.
For cursed are ye, if ye doe
Gods worke negligently:
And here I ende syth ye do knowe
The same as well as I.
But he that knowes his maisters w [...],
(Take this for your fare well)
And doth it not: with many stripes
Shall beaten be in hell.
¶ Against y• dissimulacion, craft, vn constācie, false dealing, gredy couetousnes, vntemperate catynge and drynkyng, [Page 130] and incontinencie of an old man, and the cause why the author & others forsoke & refused the societie of suche one.
O Monstrous satyre
Of insaciat mynde,
Whose fylthy desyre
All vertue doth blynde.
Can neyther thyne age
Nor experience,
The vyle lust aswage
Of concupicence:
Can not the balde hed,
With bearde and heare whyte,
Once stande thee in sted
To brydle delight?
Can not the dimme eyes
And nere foure score yeres,
Once make the despyse
That in thee apperes?
How shall the young man
His wayes reforme then,
As Dauid doth scan:
When suche are ould men?
If learnyng nor tyme,
Nor number of dayes,
Can scoure away cryme,
The cause of disprayse?
How canst thou thy self [...]
Gods messenger name?
Syth in this vyle pelfe,
Thou semest past shame?
But what man hath sene
As yet other frute,
In suche as haue bene
So beastly and brute?
With God and man to
Dissemblyng to lye:
Where all that they doe
Is Hipocrisye.
For he that wyll cloke
The enmies of God,
And saye they reuoke,
(That God hath forbod)
To shelde them from lawe,
And danger of cryme,
By crafte for to drawe
And detract the tyme:
How shall we hym thinke
The brydgroms true frende,
That falsly doth shrynke
From hym to the fende?
Betwene saynctes & dogs
What feloshyp is:
Betwene fylthy hogges
And chyldren of blis?
Betwene the elect▪
And vyle reprobate?
Betwene the reiect,
And blessed estate.
Betwene good and bad,
Betwene heauen and hell?
Betwene subiect sad
And traytrous rebell?
Then those that proteste,
Suche vyce to forsake,
Howe can they requeste,
A peace for to make?
Making but one churche
Of vertue and vyce?
How falsly suche lurche,
Is knowne to the wyse:
If riotously
To lashe out and waste,
Moste prodigally
Of deynties to taste.
If to be careles,
To burden ones frende,
And to make redres
Haue neuer in mynde,
Borowyng frankly,
No caryng to pay:
And somtyme falsly
To shyft so away:
If to be wandryng
So fugitiuly.
Leauyng the lyuyng
Sure and constantly.
Intendyng therby
With sl [...]yghtes to deceaue [...],
With sub [...]iltie slye,
Both to take and leaue.
If bybbyng of wyne
Tyll belkyng boyle out,
Be the true ryght lyne,
To fynde heauen out.
If lasciuious talke,
Prouokyng to synne,
Be the way to walke
Heuen blysse for to wynne.
But wo worth that suche
Had euer the place,
That so and so muche
The truthe doe disgrace.
Why takste in thy mouthe
My worde sayth the lord?
That hast from thy youth
All vertue abhord.
Thy lyfe to accord,
Doste also despyse:
Myxyng with my word,
Papystry and lyes.
If these causes nowe,
Be full sufficient,
Suche to dysallowe,
And from hym discent.
Also to abstayne
Hym to hyde or cloke,
Hys doynges refrayne,
And also reuoke:
My frendes I desyre,
That they beare wyth me,
Though I doo retyre,
And from suche one flee.
And rather I sure
Had lyfe to forgo,
Then with mynde vnpure,
Affectionat so.
With suche one to beare,
In suche confusion,
That can not forbeare
His frayle affection.
¶ A song against the sinful time wherin all thynges are out of order, and synne groweth nere vnto rypnes.
IT is not tyme
That synne and cryme,
Myght cease that ye might mend?
Can plague nor payne
Make you refrayne,
Nor from wickednes wende?
Shall eche brother
Malyce other?
Can nothyng you perswade,
Once to tender
Eche good member
Whom Christ hath bought & made?
Syth ye professe
Of faythe no lesse
Then the Apostles all:
Should you d [...]spyse
Thus eche good guyse,
With lyues most sensuall?
Can one vessell
At once expell
From hym both swete and sowre?
Or can a man
Any tyme whan
At once both laughe and loure?
As wolues wroth
Your selues ye cloth
In lambe skinnes to seme good,
Hipocrites subtill
Haue hartes styll britle,
Two faces in one whoode.
Commend they wyll
Gods swete worde styll,
As though they lovd it well:
Yet they vary
Most contrary
Vnto that pure gospell.
In psalmes saying
And in praying
They seme to haue perfection:
Yet their delyght,
Is all in spyght,
Whiche is a great infection.
In wrathe and pryde,
From grace they slyde,
Wyth fylthy fornication:
Enuy and hate,
Excesse, debate,
And all abhomination.
In auarice,
Beyond all cyse,
And arrogant ambition,
Although they feyne,
An other veyne,
They maynteyne superstition.
And he is well,
That can excell,
In vice and fylthynes:
Suche stryfe to wynne
The price of synne,
Was neuer sene I gesse.
Fylthy l [...]cur,
Dothe them procure,
To parcialytie:
For worldly gayne,
They all are fayne,
To worke iniquitie.
They prate and pray,
And well can say,
To purchas them promotion,
The worlde to wynne,
They susteyne synne,
So vayne is theyr deuotion.
Flattryng they fleare,
Eche other in theare,
To worke theyr wycked mynd.
They sclandryng s [...]ay,
Good men eche [...]ay.
As beastes that passe theyr kynd.
They f [...]yne a face.
To runne the race,
As men of Christ elect:
And yet in d [...]de.
They do [...] procede
Wyth [...]yues synfull infect,
They flatter can,
With e [...]ery man,
Where gayne may so be wonne:
Longer then gayne,
They not remayne,
Their frēdshyp streight is done.
They wyll be meke,
And humbly crepe,
Where they no frendshyp beare:
Tyll theyr purpose,
They may vp close,
And thēstreight ways they [...]care
On promyse they,
No farther stay,
Then lucre doth extende:
No fayth nor truthe,
In age nor youth,
But falshode all attende.
Muche they pretende,
Fautes to amende,
And doe for common welth:
Wher in the end
They nought intend,
But priuate gayne and stelth.
Ca me ca thee,
This styll we see,
They wynke at wyckednes:
None but the poore
Doth wrynge therfore,
And suffer the distres.
With hartes moste stout,
They snuffe the snout,
Lyke swyne y• smell their swyll,
With haulty harte,
And mynde peruarte,
To worke their wicked wyll.
Suche they oppresse
As in distresse,
Do wante both helpe and ayde:
Their cruell myndes,
As fierce as fyndes.
By no meanes can be stayde.
No fayth we see,
On earth to bee,
Nor yet iustice or ryght:
But bearyng out
Of falshod stout
By office poure and myght.
Wherfore the day,
At hande I say,
Of force muste nedes appere,
This worlde to burne,
That thus dothe turne,
To worse from yere to yere.
¶ A meruavlous dreame of the Author: Anno. 1561.
VVHen in the lyon Phebus had,
Obteynde the seuententh grade,
And on the bulles necke, Ioue ridyng
The twyns for to inuade.
And Saturne slow had in the Crab
Then entred one degree,
Mars from the waterman regre [...]t,
The goate agayn to see.
And Venus by coniunction,
Wyth Phebus late had lyne,
By backward course as she returnde
In Leone the sygne.
And Mercury the messenger,
In May last past, was sent,
By myghty Ioue, from out the bull,
And nowe in vyrgyn went.
Dyrectly walkyng through that sygne.
The balance to pervse,
And in September turne and shew
To Phebus all the newes.
Diana, rydyng on the ramme,
Dyd on her brother looke:
Wyth tryne aspect, as wyth the lyke
Dame Venus late she tooke.
Intollerable was the heate,
That Titans burnyng beames
Gaue on the earth when he put foorth
His bryght and shynyng leames,
Which parching heat, had made ye corne
Eche where to change hy [...] hewe,
Whych warning gaue, that husbandmen
Wyth sythes and sycles newe.
Should nowe prepare to cut and bynd,
And in theyr barnes preserue,
Suche necessary foode as myght,
For wynters nede well serue.
What was the cause I leaue to say
But sodeynly that nyght,
Suche tempest rose of wynd and rayne,
And lyghtenyng in syght.
With thunder strokes most terrible,
And hasty stormes of hayle,
As though God wyth destruction,
Would then the world assayle.
When. iii, long howres this sturdy storme
Had hys continuance,
It dyd asswage, and gan to go,
In farre other dystance.
And the deepe nyght approchyng fast,
From prayre to slepe I fell,
And suche a dreame to me apperde,
As strange is for to tell.
Me thought I stoode vpon a hyll
Where I hard by myght see,
In a lowe playne of all estates,
A multitude to bee.
Where euery sort and eche estate,
Dyd stryue and muche contend,
The gredy gayn of gold to wyn
Theyr hunger had none end.
So muche to gold theyr loue ape [...]de,
That nought els myght he founde,
To wyn or please, or to haue fame,
Or in wealth to abounde.
There saw I kyngs and rulers great
By tyranny to reigne:
Wheras the great consuinde the small,
And wysedom dyd disdeyne.
Theyr subiects when they had opprest
By heapyng of muche golde:
They straight became ambicious,
Yea arrogant and bolde.
Theyr own realms could not thē cōtēt,
Theyr spendynges to discharge:
But they must conquere others ryght,
Dominions to enlarge.
And so wyth bloudy victory,
Great terrour and dystresse,
Of many poore, at last by force
They others lande posseste.
Which notwythstandyng of .iii. heyres
Was not inherited:
But was agayne wyth losse and shame
Forgone and home rendred.
And others as ready agayne,
Wyth lyke them to acquite,
As they before weare for to wynne,
And conquere others ryght.
There sawe I iudges in lyke case,
Whose mynde dyd whole depende,
For hym to doo that most w [...]lo geue,
And plentyfully spende.
For brybes & giftes bare all the sway,
In matters of the lawe,
For gayne of golde, and for no ryght,
All matters dyd they drawe.
All officers I dyd beholde
From moste vnto the least:
Whych without brybes had no regard,
To any mans request.
Yea offices were solde and bought
And not for vertue gaynde:
But all for gould, thus went the world,
For gould were all retaynde.
A foole as sone should haue to doo,
To rule a common weale:
As should the wyse: vules by mede
He dyd his offyce steale.
Yet some desyre (I not denye)
Of gold was to this ende:
The glutton gutte of Epicure,
To fyll full and extende,
For in some place no dronkard can
So ofte yll rule repayre.
Nor yet frequent the tauerne more,
Then shryfe Iustyce or Mayre.
The spectacle of all excesse,
And mysrule to infect,
Was sene of them that ought of due,
Suche vyces to correct.
The ryche dyd poore men vndermynd,
To make them trauell sore:
And yet drue backe beneuolence,
And wages not the more.
But rather dyd wythdrawe the due,
They ought to haue of ryght:
For pryuate gayue thus waded they,
Wyth all theyr powre and myght.
To promyse or to counant made,
There no man had regarde:
For gayne of golde all thynges vndyd,
Theyr doynges well declarde.
No lease so good had any man,
Nor bonde so surely made:
But golde was able to vndoo,
And vtterly to quade.
Who had no gold, vnable was,
Hys owne ryght to retayne:
Ne without gayne no kynde of force
Myght permanent remayne.
Ryght many that good science had
Vpryghtly wyth to lyue:
To tauerne and to typple fell,
Therto them selues to gyue.
Estemyng gayne therby to ryse,
Muche more abundantly,
Then by the former trade they vsde,
With lyuyng decently.
And dyuers artes theyr trade did leaue,
Wyth hurt of common weale:
Forstallyng corne and v [...]ctuals all,
Vyle gayne therby to steale.
The cobler, tynker, and the smyth,
Theyr labour gan to leaue:
More gold to gayne by phisykes art,
And therwyth dyd deceaue.
So leapt foorth Loy the loyterer,
That no man myght hym let,
To be a priest or mynister,
An ydle gayne to get.
Wyth gold some bought theyr benefice
In hope more gold to reache:
Whych to attayne is all theyr cure,
For nothyng els they preache.
Vnlearned though they latine lappe
Before the symple folcke,
As yf a sowe should spyn and twyst
Of from a lynn [...]n rocke.
The byshops once confirmde in see,
Regarded idell thryft:
To preache or teache they toke no care,
For golde was all theyr dryft.
The superstitious hipocrite,
Styll helde antiquitie,
In hope to gayne if change may hay
To buylde iniquitie,
Eche varlet in hys brauery,
Affyrme may what he lyste:
Yea openly agaynst the lawes,
They dayly doo resyst.
Thus gayn of gold hath made the lawes
Voyde, and of noue effect,
The godly preachers rayled on,
And theyr doctrine reiect.
Thus is theyr golde or Mammon vsle
Theyr onely lorde and God:
For it they onely seke and serue,
Though Christ haue it forbod.
The laboryng man would for his payn,
Be wagde with double hyre,
Or els would loyter, and not worke
At any mans desyre.
For whiche at last some did pretend
To make a quick redres:
But all their dedes did rather turne
Vnto double distres.
For as the common saying went,
Who so a tree would fell,
Hard to the roote must put his axe,
If he wyll doe it well:
And not begyn small toppes to shred,
And let the stock alone:
For so mo twygs wyll growe agayne,
[...]o thus dyd poore men grone.
The pryce of fermes must fyrst fal down
Vnto their ancient rate,
Or tis ye shall reforme to ryght
No degree or estate.
If ye meane right, first ba [...]e the pryce
Of that whiche is your owne:
So howe to mende after that rate
Shall easyly be knowne.
But whylst your selues wil not debate
Your rentes and gredy gayne,
Your study of amendement
In others is but vayne.
Of takers and commyssioners,
There myght one see a sort,
For gayne of gold begyle theyr prince
And his subiectes extort.
Of all thyngs would they double take,
And sell the resydue:
Thus bothe to prince and people to,
These wretches were vntrue.
In lyke sort bayliffes playd theyr part
In gettyng gold with wrong:
And somners whyche causde many one
To syng a sory song.
These could make one wryte double seru [...]
As many mo as nede:
And for a brybe the same discharge:
Thus falshode hath decrede.
All marchants ther me thought I saw
Wyth many a subtyll shyfte,
The gredy gayne of gold to wyn,
By false and theuysh dryfte.
So saw I crafts men leaue theyr art,
And fall to husbandry:
Leases ouer theyr neyghbors head,
To that intent they buye.
Whiche made the rent of lands to ryse,
From fyue vnto a score:
Suche great enormitie as thys,
Euen Nature doth abhore.
Vnlawfull gayne and vsury
That execrable vse
I sawe frequented commonly:
Whyche was a great abuse.
Ryght many heyres full rychely left
Were therby cleane vndone,
By craft and guyle therin conteynd,
Wyth crafte thus haue they done.
Some gafyng vp vpon the sterres,
Wyth vayne deludyng Iapes,
Deceaued many symple folkes,
And mocked them lyke apes.
Theyr learnyng in Astronomye,
Was scarsely worth a myte:
Although of it was all theyr boste
To blynde the peoples syght.
The dyuels arte they do frequent,
And therwith tell muche newes:
The christen flocke thus they peruert,
Wyth moste hatefull abuse.
For chyldren now are scarsly borne
But streyght they wyll apply,
Theyr goodes to spend on such as bost
They can well domifye.
And calculate what shall become
Hereafter of that chylde:
Wyth vanitie for gayne of gould
Thus was that place defylde.
When things were lost or stolue by thenes
These hypocrites dyd gase,
Vpon the sterres, and sometymes told
That dyd the people mase.
For easy sure by suche deceyght,
Among the people rude
It is, with counterfeatyng face,
Them to mocke and delude.
And hatefull wytches euery where,
With hurtfull wordes and charme,
Both men and cattell dyd destroy,
Committyng endlesse harme.
And thys they dyd, that dayly men
Myght seke that trade vnto:
The grysly grefes by wytches done,
By wytche crafte to vndoo,
And in thys wyse some gayned so,
That nought were worthe of late,
That they could buy and trymly buylde,
At thys present estate.
And some for gayn wyth the lyke arts,
Diuyne and prophecie,
And promyse many thyngs to come
By suche fals trechery.
From crowned kyng to pesant poore,
No degree or estate,
Escape could, that they would not [...]e,
With them vold to checke mate.
Noble printes that diademe
And scepters iustly heare,
To Iudge theyr endes most hatefully,
These dyuels doo not feare.
Suche trayterous kynd of prophesies,
Wherin they closely mell,
And dayly doo the same frequent,
A strange thyng were to tell.
For which cause some by coniuryng,
The wycked spirites rayse,
And trouble all the elementes
In these moste hatefull dayes.
Howe they doo offer sacrifice
Vnto the fende of hell:
Sometyme of theyr owne flesh & bloud
Whyche therfore they doo quell.
And how they cast theyr soules away.
In most damnable wyse,
By felowshyp with damned sprites,
Is knowne vnto the wyse.
I sawe also lyke fugitiues,
Ryght many foorth dyd straye,
With beastly gau [...]es & makyng shiftes,
with fonde and theuyshe playe.
Of these many were Iuglers lewde,
And some had apes and beares,
And some had fo [...]yshe puppet playes.
And therby great gayne reares.
Some throw [...] houpe would trimly daunce,
And some with hoby nagge
For gayne of gold wold play trim tricks,
With turne round kycke and wag.
And many mynstreis there I sawe,
Whych money to attayne,
For eche mans fansy had a song,
Though they were naught and vayne.
Yea popysh songes for popyshe folke,
And eke for men demure,
They wold haue songs that framed were
Out of the gospell pure.
And fylthy songes for fylthy folke,
That therin had delyght,
And gold to wyn they would not shunne
To doo all thynges vnryght.
And some agayn by palmestry,
Mens fortunes would disclose:
As beggers throng vnto a dole,
So many went to those.
And gaue them money liberally,
To tell them lying tales:
Of which these wreches haue great store
When they vndoo theyr males.
To these vayne women much resort,
The chiefe cause is to heare,
Howe many husbandes they shall haue
As it dothe oft appeare.
And robbe theyr husbands on this [...]ort
Suche lewde men to reward:
So muche to change and gayn therby,
It semeth they regard.
These knaues would whyster in theyr eares
And would dysclose eche marke.
That on theyr bodyes these folkes had
In secrete place or darke.
O mystresse ye haue suche a mol [...]
Or marke in suche a place:
And suche a wart I know it well
By lookyng on your face.
Vpon your belly is a marke,
A wart vpon your brest,
And on your foote a lyttle mole,
(I know them most and lest.)
And more then thys iwys I know,
If all I should you tell:
Then would ye blushe and be abasht,
Therfore I wyll not mell.
But wyll be sylent in all thynges,
Saue that you do require,
In whych I shall my mystresse fayre,
Accomplyshe your desyre.
Lo streyght these folks are mad in lust
And most beastly affection,
To heare these lyes of crafty theues,
O most hatefull infection.
How long shall suche consumyng [...]ot hes,
And hatefull caterpyllers,
Be suffred thus [...]o hurt and spyll,
The fruits of honest iyuers,
How longe shall they be maynteyned,
And scape all punyshment?
Suche theues I mean as gather gold,
By craftes that they inuent.
From shyre to shyre, from towne to towne
And styll from place to place,
These theues dyd flecte vupunyshed,
And none dyd them deface.
The rable rune of ruffyen roges,
Dyd furnyshe vp the trayne
Of such as lyude by robbery,
Gold to gette or obtaync.
Of these some cut the poore mans purfe,
An other dothe conuaye:
And worse then this they cut mens throtes
To gette that wycked pray.
Some in a bushe would closely lurke
For thys most fylthy gaynes,
And wyth a club most murderously,
Knocke out the true mans braynes.
But others in more stoute order
In companyes would wayght,
Of suche as trauayle by the way,
To make theyr golden bayght.
Stand sayth the thefe, and streyght his ma [...]e
Sayth, Delyuer thy purse:
Lo thus they snatche that others get,
Among them to disburs.
There sawe I also rat catchers,
And suche as teethe dyd drawe,
Lyke fugitiues and vagabundes,
Contrary vnto lawe.
Cloke ouer many shyftyng mates,
That lyue by rape and spoyle.
Among that flocke I you assure,
They kept a shamefull coyle:
And many wyth a pedlers packe▪
To sell bothe pynnes and lace,
Resorted to eche cockbeld fayre:
Onely but for a face.
To make folk thinke they come to sell,
Where they come but to steale:
What nede I say, how hurtfull these
Be to a common weale?
When some of these were spyde & take
And before Iustyce brought:
Then theyr moste wonder was of all,
What wyckednes gold wrought.
For golden brybes there myght a man
See false theues lette slyp go:
And where no gold was, pickery
Enough was them to sio.
Where golde hare rule wylful murder
Was made but chaunce medlye,
And chaunce [...]dlye was murder made:
Where golde was but skantye.
Thus lyfe & death, yea yapne and [...]ase.
Hong all on wycked mede:
For the attaynyng of the same,
All mens maners agrede.
For gredyly they gryped it.
By hooke or crooke eche where:
And to be brie [...]e none other thyng
Authoritie could beare.
For God nor kyng none dyd regarde
In respect of the same:
And other ende saue onely it,
Had neyther worke nor game.
For some there were with testyng tricks
That laughter coulde prouoke:
And golde to gayne wyth thys theyr art,
They had a ready stroke.
Some were so vayne to laugh at suche
That measure cleane they mys,
As though they had wyth myrre & wyne
Dronke G [...]lothophilis.
Yea wyse men wold them surely d [...]e
Cleane gone besyde theyr wyltes,
If they should see them gape and laugh,
And gygle so by fyttes.
Corne, lether, leade, wood, and falte hyd [...]
By stealthe some dyd conuaye,
For priuate gayne they brake the lawes,
To common wealthes decay.
Suche wayes to wyn, and goulde to gayn,
No othes but they were sworne:
Thus as they myght the lorde hym selfe,
Wyth othes was all to torne.
Some by the foote, some by the handes
Some by the head, and harte:
Some by hys guts, some by hys [...]yes,
Some by his deathe and sinarte.
Some by the fayth they owe to God,
Would sweare and falsly lye:
And some as God should be theyr iudge,
Dyd vse theyr falshode slye.
Eche science eke in theyr degree,
I sawe tosse and turmoyle,
Falsly to wyn they counterfete,
In theyr trauayle and toyle.
True workmanshyp was turnde to slyght,
Wyth falshode to beguyle:
The trusty trade eche man refusde
For gayne of gold so dyle.
No man myght at hys▪ worde be trust,
For vnder sugred talke,
Deceyt was ment and subtiltie,
In falshode thus they walke.
Eche man to hys inferiou [...]
A cruell Cyclops seinde:
The great the small dyd quite confume,
Wherfore hell I it deinde.
With balance false, and weyghtes vntrue
And measure of lyke cyfe,
Eche one an other dyd deceaue,
And truthe all dyd despyse.
The husbandman and other lyke,
Dyd benefyces buye:
Wherby the man should lyue that taught
The people faythfully.
So were the people all vntaught,
And blyndly were they led,
Whyche made them irreligious,
For fayth was from them fled.
Thus simony and sacrilege,
And all extortion,
Was laufull gayn, naught came amys,
That profyte hanged on,
Wyth colour of symplicitie,
And fayned holynesse.
Me thought I sawe muche gold was go [...],
Oh wofull wyckednes.
False wytnes, whordome and excesse
Were vsde for gayn of golde:
And fynally all wyckednesse,
For lucre was extolde.
Great murder, theft, and robbery,
Thys gredy hunger bred:
Rauyn, dysdeyne, and periurye,
For golde was commytted.
I well perc [...] [...] kynd of folk [...],
There were, but all were bent
To brybe [...] and to vnlaufull gayne,
Wyth moste wycked intent.
What shall I say, yf I should her [...]
Theyr whole deceytes reherse?
An huge long boke I myght well [...]yll,
Wyth thys my ragged verse.
If some of them in theyr desyre,
Theyr gredy wyshe myght haue,
All that they touche shold turne to gould,
As Midas once dyd craue.
Who sterued had because his meate,
Dyd all to golde conuert,
If Bacchus had not then wytsaft
That sentence to reuert.
Who taught hym then for remedy,
Pactolus to washe in,
Whyche is a streame in Lydia,
Wyth golden grauell fyne.
I musyng muche at theyr vsance,
It caused me to feare,
(Theyr mynds so beastly semde to be)
That Ci [...]ce had ben there.
Who [...]eygned was, that she by craft
Of sorcerye coulde change,
Bothe formes & myndes of mē to beastes
Whyche was a matter strange.
For neuer tygre was more fierce,
Then some dyd there appere,
No swyne so fylthy nor so drunke,
Nor glutton nothyng nere.
In lechery they passe the Goate,
And in theyr pompous pryde:
The Lyon stoute they muche excede
And that on euery syde.
The subtyll foxe, the rauenyng wolfe,
The enuyous serpent,
The gredy Gryppe, the hasty Hounde,
His game that fayne would hent,
The cruell beare, the foolyshe asse,
The harmefull mockyng ape,
The gryffon, or the Antilope.
Or Bygorne that dothe gape.
The goryng Bull, the buttyng ramm [...]
The scratchyng cat wyth clawe,
In beastly ac [...]es may not compare,
Wyth those that there I sawe.
O God (quod I) what place is thys?
Is hell more odious?
My heart in great perplexitie,
My clamor made I thus.
Ye Muses nyne my comfort swete,
Take pitie and drawe nere,
Coequally by one consent,
Lette come Arete dere.
That she thys doubt may me dissolue,
And that she may me learne,
Howe I may knowe what place is this,
And all this folke decerne.
Of mercy oh my dere delyght,
Arete I thee calle:
Approche vnto thy seruant poore,
Or peryshe els I shall.
O dulcet dere Arete fayre,
Thy pro [...]ys nowe fulfyll,
With me made when that I me bound
To serue thee at thy wyll.
Wyth thys me thought a thunder clay
Made all the earth to shake:
That I ab [...]sht and muche afrayde
Dyd tremble sore and quake.
Wherwith me thought Arete bryght,
From heuen dyd descende:
As swyft as is the arrow flyght,
The ayre can she rende,
My seruant dere quod she to me,
What happe is thee befall,
That thou in suche lamentyng wyse
To me dydst crye and call?
Was Satan lyke to vanquyshe thee,
Or dryue thee to dispayre?
Or what myght cause thy voyce so shrill
Thus to deuyde the ayre?
My dyamonde moste dere, quod I,
Myne onely luste and wyll,
Is that thou lose me from thys doubt,
Through openyng of my skyll.
What name myght haue thys present hyll
Where desolate I stande?
What kynde of folke are they alow,
And of what vncouth lande?
That valey lowe should seme to be,
Some vyle vnhappy soyle:
What hyll is thys, where thought so strang
My mynde doth thus turmoyle?
The hyll (quod she) that thou art on,
Is an hygh diuine mynde,
From whyche all worldly wyckednes,
Is separate by kynde.
And as eche thynge by contraryes,
I [...] best knowne and decernde:
So on thys hylle the vyle estate
Of worldlynges lowe are lernde.
The chyldren of thys wretched world,
Be those in yonder vale,
Whyche gredyly doo payne them selues,
In sekyng paynfull vale.
Know they not God (quod I,) nor doo
They nothyng feare hys force?
No not all (quod she no more
Then dothe the mule or horse.
They feare God as the dyutis feare,
But fayth or loue is none:
Philargery they onely serue,
And set theyr myndes vpon.
Who as the poets haue feynd doth li [...]
By fedyng styll of golde:
And therwith neuer satisfied
He wasteth manyfolde.
Although he dayly doo consume,
And euer styll deuoure:
Yet craueth on hys clyents styll
To fede hym euery houre.
Whose labour [...]ke is infinite,
Theyr hunger hath no ho
Abundance can not slake theyr thyrst,
So wycked is theyr wo.
Wyth hauyng is not satisfied,
The heart of auaryce:
For as the ryches doth increase,
So dothe the couetyse.
A hell wythout all order is,
That realme where suche do wonne,
A flocke of folke vngodly vent,
In synfull pathes to ronne.
A packe of people sekyng gayne,
And priuate welthe prefer:
And common wealth doth none seke for,
But eche dothe it hynder.
Eche man is there all for hym s [...]lfe,
The dyuell is for all:
Hys kyngdome onely doo they seke,
And thyther shall they fall.
Saynt Paule hath called couetyse
The only roote of synne:
How then can those men be but yll,
That walke so farre therin?
So vnrepentant is theyr hartes,
As hard as any flynt:
Nought can resolue or moll [...]ye,
Or make them once to stynt.
Great tokens from the Lord aboue,
Ryght many ha [...]h ben sent,
At London, and at Hungerforde,
And in some place of Rent.
The elementes to repentance,
Wyth dyuers tokens calles,
As hath ben [...]ene, when fyre consumde
The piramid of Paules.
And other places haue well felt
Theyr rage, whome I not name:
Yet se we few whose hartes relent,
Or repent by the same.
Whych manyfestly dothe declare,
That greater plagues then those,
God hath preparde and redy bent,
For to consume his foes.
So lytle fayth is found on earth,
Whyche sheweth certaynly,
That the last day is not farre hence,
But wyll come sodeynly.
Whych reprobates most damnable,
Haue cause to doubt and feare:
But Gods elect doo dayly wysh [...]
To see the same appeare.
Farewell (quod she) I must departe,
I haue done thy request:
As swyft as thought she perst the clouds
To wynne eternall rest.
And I wyth care for her absence,
And sodeyne presence change,
A woke from sieape, much meruaylyng
At thys my sweuen strange.
¶ A Poesis in sorme of a Visyon, briefly inueying against the most hate full and prodigious Ar [...]es of Necromancie, Wytchcraft, sorcery, Incantations, and diuers other detestable & dyuely she practis [...]s, dayly vsed vnder colour of Iudiciall Astrologie.
FRom out the Ramm [...] into the Bull
As Titan last gan crall:
By order in hys endles pathe.
Ecliptike that men call.
Whyche pathe dothe so the z [...]diak,
Iust in the myddest deuyde:
That syxe degrees therof are founde,
From it on euery syde.
When day was fled, and night in plate
As was natures request:
I went to bed full hopyng there,
To take some quiet rest.
Whyche long before I lacked so
Through trouble of myne hart,
That thus I made my playnt to God
Who only knewe my smart.
Almyghty Ioue, graunt now that I.
Wyth sleape thys nyght begyle:
As dyd Vlysses, when from care.
He [...]ased was a whyle.
When most frendly Alcinous,
Good kyng of Phaeacea,
Hym sent in shyp tyll he sayid home
To hys owne Ithaca.
Who slcapyng styll was from the shyp
Layd foorthe vpon the [...]:
Which whē he woke, what place it wa [...]
Dyd nothyng vnderstande.
Vntyll Minerua hym informde,
And gaue hym perfect viewe:
Howe soone he myght in presence be
Of Penelope true,
Hys wyfe most chast which fortune strange
To hys great griefe of mynde:
By dyuers lucke, long tyme with held,
In Homer as we synde.
But Philomela busyly,
Recorded so her song:
That all my shyf [...]es could wyn no slep [...],
That would contynue long.
For as they feyne the thorne so sharpe,
Dyd seme to touche hyr brest,
For hyr shryll notes so perst myne eares,
That long I could not rest.
Yet in short slepes suche dredfull dremes
I gan to thynke and met:
That when I wakt besyde my wyt
It had me almost set.
Me thought I dyd in medowes walke
For my sport and solas:
Where sylu [...]r drops of dewe most swete
Dyd cleaue to euery grasse.
Wherby there ran & tyuer fayre,
Wyth streames so Chrystall clere:
That at the bothom myght be sene
The pe [...]l [...] stones appere.
Aboue the medow was a rock,
And on that rocke a wood:
From whiche ran many pleasant springs
Into that ryuer good.
Crossyng the medes, they trickled downe
As lyfe bloud in the veynes
Dothe from the heart tyll eche member
Comfort therby atteynes.
Aboue thys woddy rocke there was
A Fielde most plesant grene:
Where the beautie of natures workes
Ryght aptly myght be sene.
There was no her be nor plesant flowre
In suche a Fyeld to know:
But myght be sene most fruitfully
Within thys fielde to grow.
What should I name the Hyacinthe,
Or soote Verbasculy:
The Clouer swete of dyuers kyndes,
That caulde are trifoly.
The Brunell and the Bugle blewe,
Wyth fayre Hieracium:
The Synkfoyle and the Betony,
And swete Origanum.
The Tutsane and Hipericon,
Asciron, and Paunsye:
The Vyolet and Simphiton.
And the doubt Daysye.
The Haries ease, and the Paciente,
And crimsen Pimpernell,
The Cammocke, and the Camomille,
And Canterbury bell.
Rosecampany, Maudlen, and Cost,
And London touft so red:
Agrimony and Lyons tooth,
That Chyldren call Pysbed.
Odoriferous Serpillum,
And lady Traces fyne:
With Yarow, Torne twyse, Strawberyes,
And Burnet good with wyne.
The Lunary, the Serpents tongue,
And Procerpinaca:
The Adder grasse, the Saxifrage,
And eke Veronica.
It hedged was wyth H [...]nysutkes,
Or periclimenum:
Well myxed wyth small Co [...]nus trees,
Swete bryer, and Ligustrum.
The whyte thorne, and the black [...] thorne bothe,
Wyth boxe, and maple fyne:
In whyche br [...]u [...]ed the Bri [...]ny,
The Iuy, and wylde vyne.
To long I should the tyme detr [...]
And from my purpose str [...]y:
If I should [...]ecken all the thyngs
Within the Fielde so gay.
Besyde the good prospect for those,
That knowe Astronomy:
I thynke no platforme in the worlde,
Where one myght more aptly.
The rysyng see, and settynges bothe,
That Cosmike haue to name:
Acronyke to, and Helyak,
Of starres of noble fame.
About our Artick pole ye myght
The lyttle Beare fyrst see:
That called are, the guardes of those
That cunnyng saylers be.
The great Beare also in the whych
Charles wayne appeareth stoute:
Whych wyth the small Beare euermore,
Dothe walke the pole about.
Which Beares the Dragon dothe inuolue,
Then Bootes, and the North Crowne:
And after knelynge Hercules,
Is sene with great renowne.
Harpe, falling gryp, goate, swan, and he
That vse to dryue the cart:
The man that dothe the serpent beare,
The Egle and the dart.
Dolphin, forthers, and thother hors
That flyes caulde pegasus:
The tryangle, and Androwede,
As some men doo discusse.
The zodiake wyth hys .xii. sygnes
Where Planets haue theyr waye:
Wyth all aspects that may bechance
To any, nyght or day.
The Bulls eye, with the rest of sterres,
That caulde are Hyades▪
Myght there be sent wyth the brood henne,
That some name Pleiades.
The Manger and the Asses twayne,
The Lyons hart, and tayle:
The virgins spyke, the scorpyons harte
And Water potte all hayle.
Whale, Oryon, and Golden yarde,
That ladyes Elle some call:
The ryuer, hare, and bothe the dogges,
As well the great as small.
The serpent of the southe, the Cuppe,
The Rauen, and Centaure:
The Centaures speare, & then the wolfe
And also the altare.
The South crowne also may be sen [...],
Wyth many other there,
As Tricars Constellation,
Or [...]erenices heare.
The shyppe that Argo poetes do name,
There myght a man beholde:
And many mo then I can name,
An hundred thousande folde.
There myght ye see ascensions,
Bothe oblique and ryght:
No secretes of Astron [...]mye,
That were not there in syght.
And to be briefe it was the ioye,
Of Lady Vranie
Wherin to walke she dyd frequent
Wyth all her famylie.
But as I clymed vp the rocke,
As I had oft before:
Of that swete fielde to take the ayre
Whyche doth mans sprites restore.
I mette a m [...]n in garments long
Most decent to beholde:
His long beard gray, so was hys head
Which dyd declare hym old.
His countenance in sobernes,
All others dyd excell:
His gate and g [...]sture semd ynough
All vyces to expell.
For from the rule of honestye,
In hym was nothyng sene:
His outward workes dyd explicate,
An inwarde conscience cleane.
He toke me by the hand, and sayd,
Dere frende howe farre away?
To yonder field father (I sayd)
A whyle my selfe to play.
My frend alas (quod he) bewar [...]
Howe ye henceforth come there:
It wyll you els in hell confound,
Therfore I say forbeare.
What is your name my father fayre,
(Sayd I) doo it disclose:
Theologus I am (quod he)
Wyth thee I wyll not glose.
Why then (sayd I) do ye me warne,
From yonder plesant place?
Because (quod he) it late receaude
A chance of great disgrace.
Howe so (sayd I [...] then harke (quod he)
I doo not vse to lye:
I wyll the sh [...]we howe it befell,
And that ryght orderly.
A Heron foule, that hunger gutte,
Of all fowles at hys foode:
Most rauenous, insaciate.
And of most gredy moode.
Hard by the dolefull banks of Styx,
That fowle infernall flood,
To fyll hys gut, or take hys pray,
Styll watchyng late he stoode.
Where at the last, a serpent yong,
Of Plutos hatefull kynde,
Came craulyng out, whych gredy gut
Coulde very quickly fynde.
And thynkyng it had ben an [...]ele,
He cobde hym vp at ones:
And wyth that pray away he flewe
And made therof no bones.
Whyche crepyng in hys belly, dyd
To hym suche extreme payne,
Tyll in thys Field at last he lyght,
Thynkyng there to remayne.
And foorth wyth at hys fundament,
Put foorth hys for sayd meate,
Thynkyng as he was wont wyth ecl [...]s
The same agayne to eate.
But beyng quy [...]ke, the serpent streight,
Dyd crepe among the grasse,
Whyche long necke [...]ould no more espy,
N [...] yet fynde where she was.
Wherfore to Styx he went agayne,
And lykewyse swalowed mo,
And to this Fielde styll toke hys flyght,
And there dyd let them go.
Tyll he at last so many brought,
Through thys hys frequent vse,
That now thys Field is marred quight,
Through most hatefull abuse.
And suche a numbre of serpents
In it doo dayly breede,
Whych on these herbes & pleasant gras,
Continually doo feede.
That nowe it is not onely robde
Of euery plesant flowre,
But hatefull stynche may there be fel [...]
At euery tyme and howre.
And Vranie hath it forsoke,
With holsome pleasant showres:
And naturall Astronomie,
With all her fauoroures.
And true Phisyke forsakes it to,
For why, clowdes infernall,
Are dayly blowne from Lethes floud
To water it wythall.
Which causeth nothing there to grow
But Superstition:
Of learnyng pure, and science good
The vyle obliuion.
Astrologye Iudiciall.
Therfore dothe it possesse:
Whiche is a strumpet counterfet.
And yet neuerthelesse,
Because some learned men to hy [...]
Do cast their myndes and loue:
That she is true Astronomie,
Ryght many she doth moue.
And vnder colour of that name
They vse Necromancye:
Wyth hatefull incantations,
And vyle Geomancye.
Of Magikes artes there are great store,
And Augures arte pe rdye:
Foredemyng as Aruspices,
And some as Pyrethi.
All wytchecrafte vyle, and Sor [...]ery,
Of false phytonicus,
Although they geue themselues the name
Of graue Philonicus.
These are the fruites of phlegiae,
Or Sathans wycked broode,
That in thys Fyeld the Heron shy [...]
To ease hym when he stoode.
Alas, (quod I) hath this vncleane
And hatefull byrde done so:
And natures dearlyng thus defa [...]t?
To hym Vae, Vae, wo wo.
Then am I of my fantasy,
And my plesant delyght:
And holsome recreation
Robde, and depryued quyght.
Wyth hangyng head, and bathfull face
I turned backe agayne,
For grayberds counsell durst I no [...]
Refuse or once dysdayne.
But with most lowly reuerence,
Wyth thanks and condigne prayse,
I serued hym, when as we went
Eche one hys sundry wayes.
But sorowfull syghyng I,
Went wyth my sory newes,
Enformyng my famyliar frendes
Wyth whome I dyd peruse
My study small, wherwyth I do [...]
My wytte styll occupy,
And doo with them communicat [...]
My mynde continually.
Of whyche some dyd sorowfully
Wyth me thys chance lament,
And other some would not beleue,
But to the place they went.
Nor would not here Theologus
That frendly dyd them warne:
But nedes would go presumptuously,
The matter to decearne.
Whiche hath them so infected now,
And that most diuelyshly:
They are content to graunt it styll
To be Astronomye.
And necessary wyll it call,
Though by the diuels worke,
Vnder cloke of Astronomye,
These foule false faytors lork [...].
So I be holpe of griefe (say they)
Or fynde that whiche I loste:
Or know my desteny to come,
Why should I count it coste?
God would not suffer (other sayd)
Suche thynges for to be wrought:
If he dyd not allowe the same,
Or knewe it to be naught.
It is a good worke (other sayd)
Men to health to restore:
Although it be by dyuels worke,
What nede I passe therfore?
To helpe a true man to hys goods,
Wherof he was depryude,
By fals theues and vyle barators,
That wrongly it atchieude.
It can not be but a good worke,
Thus beastly men and fond,
Do answer them that would instruct
Or make them vnderstand.
Not regardyng the law of God,
Nor hys commanndement:
That no yll thyng ought to be doue,
Vpon a good intent.
Also yf Gods permission,
Were a laufull defence.
So were it for all kynd of synne,
And most wycked offence.
As whoredome, homicide and theft,
Wyth vyle I dolat [...]y:
For treason, couetyse, and pryde,
And moste vyle simony.
May I not say, all these be good.
Sythe God dothe them permyt:
As well as those whom ye defende.
Oh men of beastly wyt:
His sufferance is to let your synn [...]
Vnto full rypenes growe:
That in the lake of sulphure he
Most iustly may you throwe.
And so declare hys glory great
Vnto hys flocke electe:
That do by grace these wycked artes
Cleane from theyr heartes reiect.
Their counsels all at God they aske,
And doo at hym require,
Theyr sauyng health, and he doth geue
To them theyr whole desyre.
For why one heare shall neuer fall
From of theyr heads no tyme
Wythout hys wyll, whych doth impute,
To them no synne nor cryme.
For why they aske in lyuely [...]ayth
All wherof they haue nede:
Whiche causeth them assuredly▪
Of theyr purpose to spede.
Therfore it must of force procede,
Of Infidelitie:
That ye at dyuels seke suche helpe
Through moste vyie sorcery.
As dyd kyng Saule that damned man,
When Gods sprite hym forsoke:
When God would hym no answer make
For wytchecraft gan he loke.
Which faithles shift, how much it dyd
Hym in his nede auayle
Dyd well appere: he slewe hym selfe
When foes dyd hym assayle.
And so do ye your selues declare,
Of that same very sect:
Whyle ye at Sathan seke your helpe,
And do Gods powre suspect.
For as to dyuels here ye sought,
As reprobates forelorne:
So shall ye be hys porcion,
Syth God ye haue forswortie.
Vnlesse in tyme ye may repent,
Whiche yf it be gods will,
He graunt ye all that ye may hate,
And shonny she thys great yll.
For though on prudent Salomon
They father this theyr art:
They are the workes of wickednes,
And of eternall smart
The very cause: for why saint Iohn
As God dyd hym reueale,
Hath found their place to be in hell,
Where tormentes are eche deale.
Confounded are these coniurers
Wyth conscience vncleane:
And all that vnto sorcery,
Or wycked wytchecraft lean [...].
For in theyr art they doo no dout,
The lyuyng God forsake:
Cleauyng to condemnation,
And therof hold doo take.
What nede I here recyte scripture,
Syth all men well do knowe:
That god so deadly doth it hate,
That neyther hygh nor lowe.
The same may vse, but that it wyll
To Sathan his soule gyue:
Or if Gods lawe obserued were,
Not one of them should lyue
That charmers are, or coniurers,
Wyth wytches sorcery:
Or suche as chosers are of dayes,
Markyng the byrdes that slye.
For why the faythfull that do feare
God ryghtly and beleue,
Assuredly do know that no
Suche thyng can once them greue,
And as for that Astrologie,
Iudicial that ye name:
Let learned Caluine satisfie,
All wyse men of the same,
But Phisike and Astronomy,
Alas is nowe the cloke,
For euery kynde of tr [...]chery,
That goodnes dothe reuoke.
For wycked wandryng fugitiues
Or vagabundes most l [...]wde:
Do now a dayes from shyre to shyr [...],
Wyth shyftes both false and shrew [...].
Vnder colour of Phisikes arte,
And noble Surgery,
D [...]lude the common multitude
Wyth shamefull sorcery.
All secrete markes they wyll disclose,
And thynges long done and paste:
Whych doth with admiration
The people make agast.
In suche wise, that they streight beleue
That nothyng vnder sonne,
Dothe stande to hard or difficill,
Of suche men to be donne.
So that partly wyth Palmestry,
Or Chyromancies gaude:
And foolysh Physiognomye,
And wytchery that fraude.
Vnto theyr wycked false purpose,
The people they allure:
More then can any godly art,
That perfect is and pure.
For Bedlem baudes, & hatefull hoores
This is a common shyft:
Of ruffyen theues and murderers
It also is the dryft.
Vnder suche cloke their companies
Together oft they drawe:
Free from danger of officers,
And punyshement of lawe.
Alas that thys myght be sene to
With Iustice, powre, and myght,
That Vranie and Medicine,
Agayn myght haue theyr ryght.
That nowe is by extorcion,
So fraudulently kept:
That for most true possession [...]rs
The most part them accept.
For how theyr Field was put them fro
Before I haue you sayd:
Desyryng now all learned men
In this to adde theyr ayde.
That from the fylthy fruites of hell
It may once be purged:
That there the ryght inheritours
Agayne myght be lodged.
That now be fayne to seke els where,
Some holsome place to dwell:
Where of the wyse they are accept
And entertayned well.
Among these thoughtes most troublesome,
At laste I dyd awake:
Fyndyng my body sweatyng sore,
And all my synewes shake.
Where I long tyme lay syghyng sore,
Thynkyng of thys strange dreame:
Wyshyng for some interpretour
If any in thys Realme
Were full expert therin as was
Ferdinand Ponzetus:
Or Artemidor, whose syrname
Is sayd Daldianus.
But as eche thyng doth weare by time
So other thoughtes at last,
Abated this perplexitie,
And it began to wast.
And I agayne came to my selfe,
That I dyd shortly heare:
The warbiyng notes & song so swete,
Of Philomela cleare.
Which counsayld me that slouthfulnes
I should from me expell:
Wherfore I rose, and wyth all spede,
I lyghted a candell.
So serude my turne my tynder boxe,
Whych stoode in my chamber:
Then toke I foorth my standyshe to,
Wyth pen, ynke, and paper.
Where I carude foorth yll fauoredly
Thys rough and ragged verse:
Wherin theffect of thys my dreame,
I [...]udely doo reherse.
Desyryng yet my readers dere,
To bear [...] it paciently:
Syth it is but the buddyng flowre,
Of my poore infancy.
Whych as rypenes of knowledge growes
I shallbe glad tamend:
If any man shall me informe,
And thus I make an ende.
Esay. 1 [...].
When they aske councell at theyr Gods, at their Prophets, at theyr Sothsayers and Witches, thē wyll I bryng theyr counsels to nought.
Hieremie. 10.
Ye shall not lerne after the maner of the heathen, and ye shall not feare the tokens of heauen: for the heathen are afrayd of such. yea all the customes and lawes of the Gentiles are nothyng but vanitie.
Esay. 47.
Go now to thy coniurers, and to the multitude of thy wytches, whom thou hast ben acquaynted with all frō thy youthe, yf they may heare thee or strengthen thee: Thou hast hytherto had many counsels of them. So let the heauen gasers & beholders of starres, come on nowe and deliuer thee: yea and l [...]t them shew, when these new things shall come vppon thee. Behold they shalbe lyke straw, which if it be kyndied with fyre, no man may rid [Page 158] it for the vehemency of the flame. And yet it gyueth no synders to warme a man by, nor clere fyre to sit by. Euē so shall they be whom from thy youth thou hast frequented. Euery one shall shewe thee hys erronious waye, yet shall none of them defend thee.
¶ A Ditie declaryng the risyng and setting of the .xii. sygnes of the zodiake: one always opposite and goyng down at the same instant that an other ryseth.
THe Sygnes do ryse and sette
At iust instant of tyme,
Eche hydyng hym selfe when
His opposyt dothe clyme.
For why the Ramme so soone,
Appeares not in the east,
But streyght the balance be
Gone downe then in the west.
The Scorpion rysyng,
The Bull euen then doth fall:
When twynnes come, the Arche [...],
On thother syde the Ball
Doth passe from vs, and so
The Crabbe and Goate lykewyse
The Lyon and the Water potte,
Eche fall when thother ryse,
The Vyrgin in the east,
No sooner shewes hir face,
But in Weste the Fyshes
Them hyde, and so gyue place,
Thus in lyke order as
One in East dothe appere,
The Opposite sygne then,
Abstaynes from tarying here.
¶ A Ditie made to the prayse of God, by the Author, for a pacient to vse after helth attayned, who contrary to all mens expectation, was in hys handes by the goodnes of God cured.
Syng thys as, Of Ielousye who so wyll heare.
O Louyng God and myghty Lorde,
My maker and my gouernour,
My mouth and heart shall now accorde,
Thee to worshyp laude and honour.
As Moses sung thy laude and prayse,
When through the red sea he had past,
And Pharao drownde as Scripture sayes,
As he pursude thy people fast.
In many Psalmes as Dauid dyd
That kyngly Prophet prayse thy name:
When out of sorowes he was ryd,
He sung thy prayses for the same.
As dyd good kyng Ezechias,
When thou dydst hym to helth restore,
Makyng hym whole as earst he was,
To lyue yet full fyftene yeares more.
As Ionas brought from poynt of death,
Hym selfe adressed by and by,
As soone as he could drawe his breathe
Thy holy name to magnify.
And as thy Prophet Daniell,
From lyons mouthe delyuered,
For ioye thy prayse and powre dyd tell,
And Darius the worshipped.
So doo I wretched synner nowe,
Hauyng a cause as great as those,
In thys case execute my vowe,
Thy mercyes great Lord to disclose.
Thou bryngest downe to depth of wo,
Suche as thou myndest to correct,
And yet thou doste not leaue them so,
But doste to knowledge them direct.
As connyes myne, and theyr holes make,
In bankes where they delyght to brede,
Lyke order dyd my sycknes take,
Wythin my fleshe so dyd it fede.
Tyll at last I was consumed,
And nothyng left but bone and skynne.
My synncwes shrunke, my veynes were fled,
Not once possyble to be sene.
Incredible was my weakenes,
Consumed cleane wyth peyne and griefe,
But in greatest of my dystres,
Thy grace was sent to my reliefe.
Wherfore whyle breath within my breast,
May moue, I shall thy prayse declare:
And wyll shewe foorth to most and least,
Howe swete thy grace and mercies are.
And howe at nede thou art hand
To helpe all that in thee doo trust,
And makest vs to vnderstand.
Howe faythfull thou art and how iust.
My holowe caues are fyllde agayn,
Those runnyngsores are whole and drye.
And I in ease ryd out of payne,
In health and strength ryght perfectly.
All honour prayse and great glory.
To thee therfore I styll shall gyue:
And wyll not put from memory,
Thy grace and mercyes whyle I lyue.
But wyll all other folke exhorte,
By all occasyons as I may:
To trust in thee, to theyr comforte,
And faythfully moue them to pray.
All honour therfore I render
To thee God, that of myght hast most,
O Father with thy sonne so dere,
And also to the holy ghost.
As hath ben is and shalbe styll,
To worlde of worldes for euermore,
Where angels euer with good wyll,
Doo prayse thee styll out of theyr stor [...].
¶An other Ditie to the same purpose and vse.
IF any man front wo,
And payne restorde to ease,
When griefe is gone hym fro,
With sycknesse and dysease,
Haue cause with prayse,
To laude thy name,
And shewe the same,
Wyth thankes always.
Then I most wretched wyght,
Of all folke most am bounde,
To cause bothe daye and nyght,
Hys prayses to abounde,
Whyche at thys day,
Haue had reliefe
From all my griefe,
Wherin I lay.
My pynyng payne and sore
Incomparable was,
As beastes in payne doo rore,
So dyd I wretche alas:
Almoste tyll death,
Would me haue caught,
At me he raught,
To stoppe my breath.
For as a carkas dead,
I lay in wo and care:
I coulde not eate my bread,
So faynt was I [...]nd bare:
For where before his rod
I carelesse was and wylde,
Forgettyng my swete God,
With all his mercies myld
I nowe am taught,
To prayse hys powre,
And kepe eche howre
The same in thought.
Thus may we dayly see,
He scurgeth vs for loue,
True christians to be,
His mercie dothe vs moue,
And euer styll,
Dothe vs procure,
Ay to indure,
To doo hys wyll.
Wherfore I wyll not cease,
On earthe here whyle I dwell,
Hys kyndnes to rehearse,
And of hys mercyes tell:
And howe that he,
When hope was past,
Yet at the last,
Restored me.
All godly men therfore,
That in hym hope and truste,
[Page 161] Prayse hym with all honour,
For he is true and iuste,
And wyll not mysse
To helpe at nede,
And that wyth spede,
All that are hys.
Se that both day and nyght,
Whether ye worke or rest,
Ye prayse hym for hys myght,
All creatures moste and least:
Whether ye play,
Lye downe or ryse,
Styll exercise,
His prayse alway.
Whether ye syt or stande,
Whether ye ryde or go,
On sea or on the lande
What so euer ye doo.
Whether therfore,
Ye drynke or eate
After your meate
And eke before
All honour to hym gyue,
For he vs wrought and made,
And causeth vs to lyue,
Eche ereature in his trade:
And dothe gouerne,
As shypmayster,
Dothe guyde and stere,
His shyppe wyth sterne.
With all our myght and strength,
Let vs hym magnifie,
Whych saueth all at length,
That loue hym faythfully:
Wherfore all thyng,
Wyth hart and voyce,
In hym reioyce,
And thys wyse syng.
Glory to the father,
God that of myght hath moste,
And to the sonne so dere,
And to the holy ghoste:
As hath ben y [...]re,
Is and styll shall
Be ouer all,
For euermore.
Amen.
¶ A ditie to be sung of musiciens in the mornyng, at theyr lord or masters chamber doore, orels where of hym to be heard.
[...] THe hauning day begins to glare,
[...] And Lucifer doth shine on hie:
[...] And saith that Phebus [Page 162] doth prepare,
[...] To show him selfe immediatly.
And the most darke tenebrous nyght,
Is fayne to flee and turne her backe,
Whyche can in no wyse bbyde the lyght.
But beares away hir mantle blacke.
Wherfore in tyme let vs aryse,
And slouthfulnes doo cleane away:
Doyng some godly exercyse,
As seruantes true whyle it is day.
Let vs in no wyse tyme abuse,
Whyche is gods creature excellent,
All slouthfull sleape let vs refuse,
To vertuous workes let vs be beat.
Let vs commyt our selues to Christ
Wyth thankes & prayse him first to serue
Whyche dothe out deadly foes resyst,
And from all dangers vs preserue.
And then thys type se that you mynde,
That lyke as you in nyght doo rest:
And in the mornyng your selues fynde,
Awake and redy to be brest.
So shall our bodyes slepe by death,
And after be to lyfe restorde,
When Christ shall come & restore breth,
And Iudge vs all as sayth his worde.
Then mekely let vs hym desyre,
That it may be hys blessed wyll,
That we thys day may well aspire,
By grace his seruyce to fulfyll.
So that we may do hurt to none,
Nor of none other hurt receaue
But styll be kept by Christe alone,
That Sathan neuer vs deceaue.
But styll in christen godlynes,
By grace we may our selues prepare,
Of all offence and wyckednes,
For to escape the nette or snate.
Thys graunt vs Lord omnipotent,
For Christ his sake our mercy seate,
That we may tast ioyes permanent,
Before thy throne of glory great.
Amen.
¶ A ditie to be sung at nyght when men go to bed. Syng this as, In sommer time when flowres gan spryng. &c.
NOwe that the day is wasted cleane,
And Phebus dothe hym self absent,
And Hesperus dothe downward leane:
And lurkyng nyght with darknes bent,
Her mantle darke abrode to spreade,
And hyde from vs the welkyn cleare,
The starres also are prepared,
With glystryng lyght nowe to appeare.
Therfore of force we must nedes yelde
In bed to sleape and take our rest:
Forsakyng cleane both strete and field,
And other workes bothe most and least.
Wherfore to Christ now let vs call,
In thys our nede vs to assist,
From drede and feare and dangers all,
Defend our sely soules O Christ.
O Lord defend vs wyth thy grace,
In thys our nede when we do slepe,
Syth we are able at no space,
Ourselues from dangers small to keepe,
O Lord that styll hast wakyng eyes,
And knowst no sleape nor felest nyght,
Out humble sute do not despyse,
But vs defende now by thy myght.
Defende vs wyth thy grace and powre
To helpe our selues syth we ne can,
Nor haue no strength at any howre,
The same to doo so weake is man.
O let thy powre out feblenes,
Wyth helpe of grace this nyght supply,
O way our myserablenes,
And comfort vs wyth thy mercy.
O let vs then with mynde contrit
With prayse and prayer to Iesus,
Lye downe to rest, and so commyt
Our selues to hym that saueth vs.
O Lord forgeue vs all our synne,
And plant true fayth wythin our brest
And after cares that we are in,
Let vs ones tast eternall rest.
Amen.
¶ A ditie to be sung at dyner tyme and meales.
Syng thys as, If truth may take no trusty holde. &c.
AS roote of tree dothe of the grounde,
Take moysture named radicall,
And causeth branches to abounde,
Wyth that he geues them ouer all.
And suffreth no small twyg to want,
But naturally doth dispose
Suche as he hath plentie or scant,
Vnto the nutriment of those.
As Nature by thys industry.
Dothe cause thynges vegitall to grow,
In other sort shee dothe apply
On animals good to bestowe.
Among the whych we men mortall,
That formed are to Gods Image:
Wyth meate and drynke nutrimentall,
We maintaynde are from age to age.
The myghty maker of all thynges.
Hys creatures leaues not destitute.
An that they haue is hys geuyng,
As well to man as beastes brute.
Leste therfore we appere vnkynde,
Vnto this God that all dothe sende,
To prayse his name with thankful mynd
And gratfull harts now let vs bende.
Let vs not one morcell receyue,
Wyth forgetfull ingratitude:
Least to our owne lustes god vs leaue,
More wretched then brute beastes rude.
Ne yet let vs in any wyse.
Forget the nedy brethern poore,
The sycke and lame do not despyse,
Nor hym that goes from doore to doore,
For God hath made vs ministers,
That one an others nede should serue,
Wherfore we are but murderers,
If in our fault our neyghbours sterue.
And may be to that dogge comparde,
That lay vpon an heape of haye.
Spying the oxe come thitherward [...],
Wyth barkyng draue the same away.
Whyche nedes must be churly she enuy
Syth he hym selfe no haye could eate,
To stand at baye so frowerdly,
And kepe the poore oxe from hys meate.
Let vs therfore doo otherwyse,
And from our bellies somwhat spare,
In loue to shewe some exercyse,
To brethern poore that nedy are.
For who so to the poore dooth geue
Dothe lend to God on vsury,
And shall receyue for hys releue,
Great gayne agayne abundantly.
To hym therfore most gratefully,
Geue honour glory thankes and prayse,
To hym as one in Trinitie,
All honour be nowe and all ways.
¶ An other to the same purpose.
Syng thys as, Heare out O Lord the ryght request. &c.
VVHen ye take foode at any tyme,
Your bodyes to refreshe with ought
Remember Gods infynite powre
Which all hath made & formde of nought,
Remember eke his prudent reygne,
His mercy and benignitie,
Who all his workes doth aye susteyne,
And gouerne styll continually.
And consequently call to mynde,
Hys clemency and great mekenes,
Whych all creatures dothe fede & fynde,
Yea hys most foes in theyr dystresse.
Pander also the great meruayle,
How many great gyftes he ordeynes,
Sufficient foode and all victayle,
For all that this whole world conteines.
Haue mynde how fast we do declyn [...]e,
How apt we are styll to decay,
Whiche only he by powre diuine,
Preserues els were we gone away.
No mans wysedom nor angell bryght,
Were able this to take in hand,
In any wyse: or thyng more lyght,
The way howe once to vnderstande
Sythe of hys gyftes therfore we lyue
Were it not cursed vnkyndnes,
That we due praise shold hym not geue?
Oh hatefull vile vnthankfulnes.
At thy table let sobernesse,
And wysedome be wyth talke most chast
Myndyng styll his pure holynes,
Whose gyftes this time in hand thou hast
Let bytter wordes and backbytyng
From thy table secluded be,
Hys loue to thee rememberyng
Whole kyndnes is great towardes thee.
This place therfore contaminate,
Not, wyth dysprayse of any man,
Syth thou feciste here for thyne estate,
Gods fauour, that no wyght want can.
Let therfore here no hate appere,
Where God so greatly shewes his loue,
But rather loue thy brother dere,
As gods great giftes here doo the moue.
Lorde graunt vs grace for euermore,
That we thy mercyes so muche mynde,
That hatred our heartes may abhore,
And neuer shewe our selues vnkynde.
Amen.
¶ An other grace.
ALl folke that lyue in lyuely fayth,
Confesse wyth one accorde,
That all creatures are fed of God,
And prayse therfore the Lorde.
Lest then we shewe ingratitude
And mere vnthankfulnesse,
By lawe of loue graft in our heartes,
Let vs our fayth expresse.
And prayse the Lord for thys our foode
Here present to vs sent,
And for our helth whyche he to vs
Mercyfully hath lent.
And for hys worde to fede our soules,
We also ought to pray:
So shall we neuer dye, but lyue
Wyth God in blysse for aye.
Through Christ his death, who in thys worlde
Dyd take our fleshe therfore:
To whome be honour, prayse and laude,
Bothe nowe and euermore.
Amen.
¶ A sonnet inueyinge agaynst the abuses and pryde that reyg [...]th among vayne women.
YE women aud maydes of Citie & country,
Leue your leude lightnes, lerne som honesty
If an of you the truth wyll regarde,
Spoke wyth simplicitie, let it be hearde.
And heare not only, but folowe the same,
Lest God discouer you to your great shame.
Remember your synnes, and rufully rue,
Lest after this barker a byter insuc.
In Esay the prophete there may you fynde,
The plages yt for proude womē God hath assignde
The daughters of Syon (sayth he in that place)
Do tryp on theyr toes, wyth counterfayt pace,
Wyth stretched out necks, and nyce wanton [...]ies
But now wil I plage them for theyr proude gu [...]se
They wold not my voyce here when that I cald,
Therfore for fayre heare they now shalbe bald.
For gyrdles of gold, they shall haue lose bandes,
Theyr husbandes shall fall in thene [...]ies handes.
Theyr beautie shall fade, & they shall waxe dūne,
Theyr faces shall wyther, all burnt wyth sunne.
In stede of gay stomachers that thei now weare
They shall weare sackloth in greate dread & feare.
Theyr brooches and ouches and garlandes gay.
Theyr partlets and pynnes I wyll take away.
Theyr hookes and hedbāds wherin they delight.
Hearlace and fyllets their heades wyth to dyght,
Perles & precious stones, gold wroght by mās ar [...]
Gold rings & iewels, wheron was theyr hart.
Theyr spāgs & their chains, their coll [...]s & hooues,
Theyr vales and theyr glasses, & theyr gay gloues,
Bonets and taches, and slyppers so thyn,
Settyng foorth beautie, and shewyng whyteskyn.
Theyr smockes, theyr kerchers, & bracelets also,
And euery thyng els I wyll take them fro.
And for the swete smell that they do now vse,
They shall haue stynkyng that all men refuse.
For theyr great ryches and rayment costly,
They shall be naked and in pouertie.
But leste ye should thynk this is but my mynde,
Reade Esay the third, and there shall ye fynde.
Whether that your lyfe from vertue rebell,
Or if it accord to Christ his gospell.
For I can not thynke but then ye shall see,
That ten tymes as prowde as they were you be:
For whyche ye deserue (ye can not deney)
To be plagued ten tymes as muche as they.
For Christ in the Gospell playnly discust,
Who so dothe a woman s [...]e, and doth hee lust.
Hath presently in adultery done synne.
Then wo be to suche as trayne men therin.
For yf a mans eyes to lust do hym moue,
The woman dothe cause it, as I can proue.
For Christ in the gospell also doth say,
Offences must nedes be, thys is no nay,
But wo be to them, through whō they be brought,
That is to say, suche as make men do nought.
Let women in haet then ryghtly recorde,
If they cause not men to offend the Lord:
Whych all their whole lyfe for naught els prouide
But paynt out them selues of men to be spyde.
As men are adulterers, so are they whores,
That these wais mens souls consumes & deuoures
If they commyt synne that doo but desyre,
Much more do those women through theyr attyre.
Whych curlyng theyr hear, & painting their face
Tempt and entice men, vayne loue to imbrace,
To daly and dance, suche women delyght,
Inuentyng newe tricks, from mornyng to nyght:
In pastyme and play theyr pleasure styll is,
And all the long day to clyp and kisse.
No good wyll suche doo wythin or wythout,
But dasse on theyr tayle, & pricke through a clout.
And some to be small, so streyneth theyr lace,
That they cleane depriue from colour their face
The ryght course of bloud, so stoppyng wythall,
That often they faynt, and to the ground fall.
Yet though theyr smal wast ful oft make thē swoūd
Theyr froks must haue buttocks most mōstrously roūd
Lyke dancyng gyantes they go in the strete,
As though theyr hung houpes about theyr fine fete
That Salomon sayth ryght true styll is it,
That recheles women doo by the way syt,
For suche as go by, they styll doo prepare,
The vnwyse to snarle in theyr wycked snare.
For women and maydens syt now adayes,
In wyndowes and doores, theyr beautie to praise,
The eyes of suche women thys is no nay,
Dooe wounde foolyshe men that passe by the way:
Whyche is the whole cause (as semeth to me)
That men report of them worse then they be.
For why the scripture doth clerely preferre,
Our gate and behauour to teache what we are.
A tree by hys fruite men truly shall knowe,
And dedes what man is, doo perfectly showe.
When suche perceaue men theyr pryde to despyse:
They leaue theyr old toyes, and new tricks deuise.
The fashion is changed, but streyght they wyll
Haue other newe fangles, worse or as yll:
When I was a bey, I nowe well remember,
(Though I at that tyme of age were but tender)
That women theyr breastes dyd shew & lay out.
And wel was yt mayd whose dugs then wer stoute
Which vsance at fyrst came vp in the stues.
Which mens wyues and daughters after dyd vse.
The preachers at that, then gan out to crye,
And honest men dyd it lothe and defye:
Wherfore they left of that foule synfull guyse,
But streight thei laid down their hear to their eies
So as fast as gods word one synne doth blame,
They deuyse other as yil as the same.
And this varietie of Englyshe solke,
Dothe cause all wyse people vs for to mocke.
For all discrete nations vnder the sonne,
Do vse at thys day as they fyrst begonne:
And neuer doo change, but styll doo frequent,
Theyr old guyse, what euer fond folkes do inuent.
But we here in England lyke fooles and apes,
Do by our vayne fangles deserue mocks and iapes,
For all kynde of countreys dooe vs deryde,
In no constant custome sythe we abyde.
For we neuer knowe howe in our aray,
We may in fyrme fashion stedfastly stay.
But nowe to my purpose, I mynde not to put,
In no womans head to become a slut.
For though God to pryde haue geuen his curse,
I [...] slutty shenes to be muche worse.
For cleannes is vertue none can denaye,
If pryde and excesse be banysht away.
But change of proude rayment now dayly vsed,
Ought of all good women to be refused.
Thys day my cassocke, to morow my frocke,
Next day my vardy gue nyghest my smocke.
Thys day my kyrtell, wyth partlet and gowne,
To morowe a furred cap iust on my crowne,
Next day a veluet cap, or a frenche h [...]de.
Who can beleue that suche women be good?
Some weare a cheyne, and some a blacke lace,
And colours also to paynt with theyr face:
Wherwith they doo make theyr faces to shyne.
Since god made the world such pride was nere sene
In doyng of the whyche this is no dout,
The Image of God they blot and put out.
Lo thus are they paynted out to be sold,
With many mo gaudes then here can be told:
Forgettyng obedience, hatyng Gods lawe,
And lyue with theyr makes, without loue or awe.
And many oppressors thys day doth reygne,
That robbe & pyll poore men, wiues to maynteyn.
And fearyng least theyr great pride shold be lesse,
The poore mans cause they wyll neuer redresse
To mayntayne theyr wiues that proud are & nyse,
Lewde [...]ubbers sometyme doo rebell and ryse.
A lowie with a lorde wyll proudely checkmate,
And is not content wyth hys poore estate.
Agaynst men of honour, the person vyle.
Prowdly presumeth, wo worth the whyle,
Boyes agaynst elders preferment dyd take,
And at theyr own wyl wold magistrates make:
For by theyr apparell none can now know,
The hygh estate from the most poore and low.
Eche lasse lyke a lady is clothed in sylke,
That dayly doth go to market with mylke.
Whych neuer theyr port could yet maynteyn well.
Vnlesse they were whores, & their husbands steale
Besyde the vndecent maner to see,
That eche one doth go in others degree,
Vayne women loue not the men graue and sage,
But rufflers that rudely [...]aue can, and rage:
Whose seruent desyre must always prouyde,
To set foorth theyr wyues in pompe and in pryde.
For so that suche women may haue theyr wyll,
They passe not although theyr husbdāes doo spyll.
Such wepe when theyr husbāds be sick in dead,
And turne it to laughter when they be dead.
Wherfore suche proude women are lyke in hell,
To be rewarded with proude Iesabell:
Vnlesse they repent, and shortly amend:
Whyche God gyue them grace yet once to intend,
That I myght haue cause yet once in my dayes:
As muche for to wryte to theyr laude and prayse.
For blessed be they that hold them content.
With cleane apparell, honest and decent,
And women bearyng of beautie the name,
Without discrete maners ioynde with the same
Salomon dothe them no better allowe,
Then a gold ryng in the nose of a sowe.
Therfore let old women honestly lyue,
And good examples to yong women gyue.
That one by an others conuersation,
May learne to leaue theyr abhomination,
That vertuous dedes in those of the Citie,
May be example vnto the countrey.
For they of the countrey euer take hede,
How they of the citie doo weare theyr wede:
Therfore I may say, and so I say wyll,
The Citie is fyrst the Author of yll
My prayer therfore shalbe day and nyght,
That eche parte may mende and walk here aright,
That I may report the maydes of my countrey,
Thankes be to God haue lerned honestye:
Whyche God graunt me grace, to see in my tyme,
Thus make I an ende, of thys symple ryme.
¶ The complaynte of a certayne famous town for the death of an honest matron, wyfe to one of thinhabitantes of the same, wyth an answer to the sayd complayn: & in fyne a generall prayse of all honest & vertuous womē.
FOorth as I went my way of late,
(Whych was of Iune the .xvi. day)
After my due and wonted rate,
To set my worke in quyete stay:
A sodeyne voyce there dyd me fray,
And muche to muse dyd me constrayne,
So greuously it dyd complayne.
Merueylyng then. I gan to saye,
What are you that doo sygh and grone?
Answere it made without delaye:
A famous towne dothe make thys mon [...],
For suche a losse as I haue one:
I thynke there hath in no place dwelt,
As Christes members haue well felt.
And why (quod I) what is the case?
What cause haue you thus to complayne?
Wyth greuous syghes it sayd alas,
Oh cruell death full of dysdayne:
Why dydst thou not a whyle refrayn?
[Page] But lyke a scadell vermyne styll,
Thou takste the good, and leavst the yll.
What gyrlyshe gylls, what wanton scoldes,
In me dothe reigne, to my great shame:
Whom honest men that them beholdes,
Reporteth in hurt of my fame:
Suche in his rage Death wyll not tame,
But modest matrons good and true,
In all the haste he dothe subdue.
For of the best the lest of all,
He hath not taken manerly,
But snatched hath the principall,
In all my ioy moste cruelly,
And turned to calamitie,
My staye, my health, and my delyght,
Whych reigned in that godly wyght.
She bare suche fauour to the truthe,
And beneficiall to the poore,
Hyr goodly traynyng vp of youthe:
As maydens sobre and demure,
And honest wyues some be you sure,
To whom she was a godly lyght,
And to theyr fete a lanterne bryght.
Her good constant womanlynes,
Hir obedience in her duetye,
Her lemtie and gentylnes
Her hate of vice in lyke degree
Her better sure I neuer see,
Her fayth was good, her lyfe also:
Her lyke there are not many [...]no.
She loued truthe and godlyuesse,
She gaue the hungry meate and drynke
She lethed vyce and wyekednes,
She was without all fault I thynke,
She holpe the poore, and dyd not shrynk,
She clothed the naked and colde,
She holpe the sycke many a folde.
Thus death hath taken hir away,
That mother was of modestye:
And none can tell the truthe to saye,
The losse that I susteyne therby.
Therfore I may well wepe and cry,
And say Alas wo worth the tyme,
That brought to me this wofull cryme.
Be styll thou towne thus sayd I then,
Beware, and harke, what I shall tell:
Thou maynte [...]nest all wycked men,
Agaynst the good thou doste rebell,
Yea suche as preache the Lordes gospell.
Therfore no doubte come is the day,
God turnes his face from thee away.
Syth thou in tyme refusedst grace,
Thou shalte be left as one confusde,
Sythe thou doste wyckednes imbrace,
And godlynes thou hast refusde:
Before the Lord thou art accusde,
And he it is that in his wrathe.
Wyll take away thy frendes by death.
Therfore leaue of, thus death to blame,
And blame for it thyne owne offence:
And thyn inhabitantes by name,
Be of good there I saye to you,
Though I expresse you not by name:
For knowne is your indenor true,
To those that wyll set forth the same,
So that immortall is your fame:
Example as ye haue by this
Your syster, that departed is.
Whose worthy prayse shall neuer die,
But like is to indute for euer:
For why she lyued worthyly,
And to the ende she did perscuer:
God graunt vs all so to endeuour,
That we may liue whyle we be here,
With God in glory to appere.
[...]nen authoris.
If any maruell, that the name
Of towne or corps, I not reherse:
Hatefull enuy causde the same,
Nought els kept them out of my verle.
Hate therfore here shall haue no cause
At any person to disdeyne:
Let all men flee from enuies clawes,
Lest she doo them some grefe and peyne.
¶ An exhortacion for vertuous men to perciste in vertue and to prayse Christ the authour of vertue, to whom be all honour and glory. Amē.
Triplex.
[...] AL vertuous men that vertue loue
[...] in vertue still reioyce,
[...] and for those gifts praise Christ our lorde
[...] with one hart minde and voyce
[...] with one hart minde and voyce.
Contra tenor.
[...]ALl vertuous men that vertue loue
[...] in vertue [Page] still reioyce,
[...] and for those gifts praise Christ our lord
[...] praise Christ our lorde
[...] with one hart mind and voyce,
[...] with one hart mind & voice.
Tenor.
[...] ALl vertuous men that vertu loue
[...] in vertu still reioyce,
[...] and for those giftes praise Christ our lord
[...] with one hart mind & voyce
[...] with [Page] one hart mind and voice.
Bassus.
[...] ALl vertuous men that vertue loue
[...] in vertue still reioyce
[...] and for those giftes praise Christ our lord
[...] prayse Christ our lorde
[...] with one hart minde & voyce
[...] with one hart mind and voyce.
For if as truthe is one good thought
Can not in vs ouce growe.
Without his grace that alwayes doth
his mercies to vs shewe.
How can there any vertuous deed
At any time appere
In vs that are but vayne and nought
Saue for his mercies dere.
Wherfore let none of vertue boste
As of his owne pure wayes,
But mekly thanke Christ for his giftes,
And geue him condigne prayse.
Praise him therfore that first all made
And formed man of slime
And doth his worke most intri [...]te
Preserue from time to time.
Whiche also when as sinfull man
By fault fell into thrall,
Ordeined Christ our sauing helth
By death to heale vs all.
Immortall thankes eternall prayse
Euer now let vs giue
Vnto this lord of whom we are
And of whose grace we liue.
Glory and prayse for euer more.
Therfore be to his name,
That vertue made for men to knowe
And to walke in the same.
FINIS.
¶ A Table after the order of the Alphabete, directyng the Reader by ye number of the leafe to all Psalmes, songes or sonets &c. in thys Boke.
| AD te dominū le. | 18. |
| A birchen besom. | 125 |
| A drunken workeman. | 93. |
| Against dissimulatiō | 72. |
| Against drunkennes and gluttony | 9 [...]. |
| Agaynst enuy | 84. |
| Agaynst idolatry | 76. |
| Agaynst false dealing | 87. |
| Against flattery | 102. |
| Against necromancy, witchecraft & sorcery &c. | 147 |
| Against euill and sclanderous tungues. | 95. 96. 108. 109. |
| Agaynst the synfull tyme. &c. | 131. |
| Agaynst slouth. | 85. |
| Against vayn apparel | 119. |
| Against vnconstancie | 132. |
| Agaynst wrath | 92. 120. |
| Age and discretion. | 118. |
| A lady had a forhed fayre. | 111. |
| Al arrogācy frō study. | 118 |
| All comfortles lo | 110. |
| All folke that liue in | 165. |
| All men that wil walke | 1. |
| All they that will of enuy heare | 85 |
| All vertuous men, &c. | 172 |
| Anatomye of a byrchen broome | 125. |
| Anger | 88. 92. 120. |
| Arrogancy in studēts | 118 |
| As eche thing hath | 32 |
| As flyes oft tymes | 120. |
| As flyes delight | 120. |
| As he that would | 36. |
| As I dyd syt & muse | 107 |
| As in oure streightes of nede | 20. |
| As profyt by lying. | 16. 119 |
| As roote of tree doth. | 163. |
| As the Grape bearyng [...] vine | 120. |
| Auaryce | 86. 114 |
| A voyce frō heauen to you shall come | 81 |
| Beatus vir qui timet | 26 |
| Behold it is a ioyfull thyng | 101. |
| Benedicā dominum. | 20 |
| Benedicite omnia opera. | 53. |
| Benedictus dominus | 45 |
| Be not ouer thy wife ielous. &c. | 38. |
| Blame not my lute &c. | 74 |
| Blessed be thou. &c. | 52 |
| Blessed nowe be. &c. | 45 |
| Brotherly loue and vnity. | 100. |
| Busy medlers | 116. |
| By clymyng high. &c. | 117. |
| CHaritie. | 9. |
| Chose them for no frendes &c. | 120. |
| Commodyties are not without discommodities | 107 |
| Complaynt of a town | 169 |
| Constant mynd | 115. |
| Constant temperance | 119. |
| Credo in deum &c. | 43. |
| Delyuer me O lord &c. | 35 |
| De profund is clamaui | 31 |
| Descriptiō of auarice | 86 |
| Description of dignitie or true noblenes | 124 |
| Deus in nomine tuo | 23 |
| Dignitie | 124 |
| Directly who so now wyl walke | 71. |
| Dreame | 135. |
| Drunkennes | 93 |
| Dulce bellum inexpertis. | 120. |
| EGo dixi in dimidio dierum | 61 |
| Enuy | 85 |
| Eripe me domine | 35 |
| Errors of ye multitude | 119 |
| Euell tungues | 96. |
| Euenyng song | 162. |
| Euery good phisitiē &c | 22 |
| Exaltabo te deus. | 36. |
| Examin wel thin inward spirite. &c. | 114. |
| Examples great wer. | 116 |
| Exhortation to wrathfull men. | 88. |
| Exhortation to brotherly loue | 100. |
| False dealyng | 87. |
| False weightes and measures | 104. |
| Fayth | 3. 114. |
| Fayth and vertue | 114. |
| Flattery and falshod | 102. |
| Flattery and sclander | 115. |
| Folly and wisdome in gouernance | 113. |
| Formed fyllets and deformed forheads. | 121. |
| Foorthe as I went my way of late | 169. |
| Fortune. | 116. |
| Frendes. | 120 |
| Frendshyp | 115. |
| From care of heart &c. | 31. |
| From Egypt lande when Israell | 29. |
| From out the ram. | 148. |
| Garmentes of profyt. | 119 |
| Glory | 117. |
| Gluttony | 93. |
| Godly loue | 9 |
| Godly wysedome | 12 |
| Grace | 117. |
| Graces at meales | 163 164 |
| Health of body for to procure | 115. |
| Heare oute O Lorde, the ryght request | 100. |
| Ho [...]ure as Tullie do the wysely repete | 117. |
| Hope | 6. 106. |
| Hope the medcine against dredefull despayre | 6 |
| I am thy Lorde and God &c. | 4 [...] |
| I am the man whom God &c. | 65. |
| I do beleue with stedfast trust. | 43. |
| Idolatry | 76. 94. |
| Ielousy | 38. |
| If any man from woe. &c. | 160. |
| If I shall enterpryse to make. &c. | 3. |
| If thou a noble man wylt know. &c. | 124. |
| If truth may take no trusty hold. &c. | 102. |
| If vnto vs poore mortall men. | 29. |
| If wrathe were paynted out. &c. | [...]8. |
| I hearde a preacher once declare. &c, | 23. |
| Inconstancy of the multitude. | 115. |
| In exitu Israel de Aegypto. &c. | 29. |
| In frendeshpp true there surely is | 115. |
| Inhumanitie. | 119. |
| In my trouble & payn | 70 |
| In sadnes sette wyth wo opprest | 95. |
| In Sommer tyme when floures gan spryng | 72 |
| In three thynges it dothe well appere | 117 |
| In trouble and in pain. | 70 |
| Inuention of the mynde. &c. | 116. |
| Is it not tyme that synne &c. | 132. |
| I wyll vnto the lord, | 20 |
| King Dauid knowing well | 27 |
| Laudate pueri &c. | 27 |
| Lechery. | 93 |
| Let heauen harke & earth geue care. | 78 |
| Let nowe thy powre be great oh lorde. | 55 |
| Like as certeine, &c. | 106 |
| Like as the fouler, &c. | 93 |
| Like as the larke within the marlions foote. | 108 |
| Like as the vyne that florisheth, &c. | 120 |
| Lodouicus viues in | 119 |
| Lord god that in the heauens hie. | 56 |
| Loue. | 9 |
| Mag [...]ificat anima. | 44 |
| Mans lyfe. | 114 |
| Ma [...]r of perfecte prayer. | 40 |
| Marke & geue care. | 8 [...] |
| Maruel not though, | 114 |
| Merueilous dreame. | 135 |
| Monstrous childe, | 126 |
| Morning song. | 161 |
| My harte cōstreynes my mouth to tell. | 104 |
| My louing friend. | 51 |
| My lute awake. | 76 |
| My pen obey my wyl. | 87 |
| My soule truly. | 44 |
| Nobilitie. | 124 |
| Non nobis domine. | 30 |
| Not vnto vs lord not vnto vs. | 30 |
| Now that the day is wasted cleane. | 16 [...] |
| Nunc dimittis. | 47 |
| Of charitie or godly. &c. | 9 |
| Nf great rudnes it is. &c. | 119 |
| Of Ielousy who so wyll heare. | 38 |
| Of this vile world. | 117 |
| O God I call to thee, | 2 [...] |
| O god of myght. | 49 |
| O god that art mine only kyng. | 36 |
| O harke a while, | 103 |
| O lord god y• art, &c. | 57 |
| O lorde I shall be whole in dede. | 64 |
| O lord I thee desire. | 60 |
| O lord our god for euer more. | 56 |
| O lord that art our onely god. | 42 |
| O lord twoo thynges I thee require. | 60 |
| O louing god and mightie lorde. | 158 |
| O lorde our god we [Page] tourne to thee | 69 |
| O Lorde thou haste corrected me | 64 |
| O man amend | 81 |
| O monstrous saty [...] | 130 |
| Once as wee sat in Babylo [...] | 33 |
| On tabrets to the lor [...] | 58 |
| O plague possest with mortall myght. | 97 |
| Ont of my mothers wōb | 59 |
| O who will geue my hed | 62 |
| O ye workes all. | 53 |
| Pater noster. | 42 |
| Performe O penne | 79 |
| Poesis. | 147 |
| Prayse of fayth | 3 |
| Prayse of godly loue or charitie | 9 |
| Praise of godly wisdom | 12 |
| Prayse of hope. | 6 |
| Prayse of vertue | 1 |
| Pryde | [...]3 |
| Pride of women | 168 |
| Reade who so wyll in wyse writyng | 115 |
| Reason wold that in &c. | 116. |
| Reioyce in hym that dyd thee make | 114 |
| Remēber well ye men mortall | 109 |
| Reuerence to age | 118 |
| Respecte euer and haue regarde | 116 |
| Ry [...]e in this life is rude report. | 115 |
| Salomon saith a sole. &c. | 92 |
| Saint Bernardsaith &c. | 86 |
| Sclanderous tungues. | 95 96. 108. |
| Selfe loue | 114 |
| Sentences of the wyse | 121 122. 123. 124. |
| Syth in this world | 31. |
| Sythe monsters as some &c. | 146 |
| Syth nothing cā be sure | 97 |
| Sommetyme that I haue sene | 94 |
| Stedfast hope | 106 |
| Suche good Hystoriographers | 25 |
| Superflumina Babilonis | 33 |
| Tale bearers | 118 |
| Te decet hymnus deus in Syon | 24 |
| Te deum laudam [...]s. | 49 |
| Temperance | 117 |
| The angry man. | 120 |
| The daunynge d [...] begyns to glare | 11 [...] |
| The fyrste mouer from east to west. | 127 |
| The holy mā S. Cipriā | 118 |
| The liuynge God oure only lorde | 47 |
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