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         Abbot, John, fl. 1623.
      
       
         
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             Iesus præfigured, or, A poëme of the holy name of Iesus in five bookes. The first, and second booke
             Abbot, John, fl. 1623.
          
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           IESVS
           PRAeFIGVRED
           OR
           A
           POËME
           OF
           THE
           HOLY
           NAME
           OF
           IESVS
           IN
           FIVE
           BOOKES
        
         
           THE
           FIRST
           ,
           AND
           SECOND
           BOOKE
           .
        
         
         
           
             Permissu
             Superiorum
          
           ,
           1623.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           HIGH
           AND
           MIGHTIE
           PRINCE
           ,
           CHARLES
           PRINCE
           OF
           VVALES
           ,
           DVKE
           OF
           CORNEVVALL
           ,
           EARLE
           OF
           CHESTER
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             Great
             CHARLES
          
        
         
           
             I
             Doe
             not
             thinke
             the
             Verse
             I
             write
             ,
          
           
             VVorthy
             the
             honour
             of
             your
             Princely
             fight
             ;
          
           
             (
             And
             should
             you
             read
             no
             lines
             ,
             but
             worth
             your
             view
             ,
          
           
             Men
             knew
             not
             what
             to
             dedicate
             to
             you
             )
          
        
         
           
             But
             hauing
             nothing
             els
             to
             shew
             my
             zeale
             ,
          
           
             VVith
             VViddow
             ,
             what
             I
             haue
             ,
             I
             freelie
             deale
             :
             Marc.
             12
             ▪
          
           
             To
             giue
             rich
             Donatiues
             great
             Princes
             vse
             ,
          
           
             T'
             is
             also
             greatnesse
             badge
             not
             to
             refuse
          
           
             Smal
             presents
             ;
             els
             how
             should
             meane
             persons
             showe
          
           
             That
             duty
             ,
             which
             to
             Potentates
             they
             owe
             ?
          
           
           
             To
             you
             my
             PRINCE
             I
             consecrate
             my
             booke
             ,
          
           
             Reward
             my
             Muse
             :
             with
             what
             ?
             your
             gratious
             looke
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vouchsafe
             to
             read
             our
             Poëm
             ,
             vvherein
             all
          
           
             Is
             written
             without
             malice
             ,
             without
             gall
             :
          
           
             VVee
             are
             not
             bitter
             at
             the
             Present
             time
             ,
          
           
             Onelie
             wee
             saie
             Rebellion
             is
             a
             Crime
             .
          
           
             Aud
             auntient
             sectaries
             our
             verse
             doth
             strike
             ,
          
           
             VVho
             so
             shall
             doe
             your
             Highnesse
             needs
             must
             like
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             though
             wee
             speake
             in
             rime
             ,
             as
             Poets
             vse
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             sacred
             veritie
             attends
             our
             Muse.
          
           
             Truth
             on
             our
             Poëm
             waits
             :
             (
             an
             vpright
             cause
             ,
          
           
             To
             set
             it
             fourth
             needeth
             no
             lying
             clause
             :
             )
          
           
             In
             all
             our
             building
             there
             is
             not
             a
             stone
             ,
          
           
             But
             wee
             dare
             justifie
             to
             be
             our
             owne
             .
          
           
             Certes
             now
             wee
             haue
             perfited
             our
             frame
             ,
          
           
             Casting
             reflections
             eie
             vpon
             the
             same
          
           
             VVe
             doubt
             much
             vvhether
             vvee
             haue
             anie
             vaine
          
           
             In
             Poetrie
             ,
             because
             wee
             doe
             not
             faine
             .
          
           
             Vouchsafe
             then
             Mighty
             CHARLES
             my
             Booke
             to
             view
          
           
             VVhich
             is
             all
             Innocent
             ,
             all
             smooth
             ,
             all
             true
             .
          
        
         
           
             Your
             Highnesse
             humble
             seruant
             IOHN
             ABBOT
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           A
           LA
           SERENISSIMA
           SEN̄ORA
           DON̄A
           MARIA
           DE
           AVSTRIA
           INFANTE
           DE
           ESPAN̄A
           PRINCESA
           DE
           GALES
           .
        
         
           
             SEN̄ORA
          
        
         
           Hemos
           edificado
           vna
           Yglesia
           ,
           y
           en
           sufrontispicio
           pusimos
           el
           augustissimo
           nombre
           de
           IESVS
           ,
           saluador
           nuestro
           ,
           que
           todos
           han
           de
           adorar
           :
           en
           el
           nombre
           de
           V.
           A.
           se
           hizo
           esta
           fabrica
           ,
           pues
           por
           los
           beneficios
           y
           el
           respeto
           de
           V.
           A.
           hemos
           alcançado
           de
           nuestro
           Artaxerxes
           la
           permission
           de
           boluer
           à
           ver
           la
           cara
           
           patria
           ,
           paraque
           reparemos
           à
           Hierusalem
           ,
           y
           restauremos
           los
           templos
           à
           V.
           A.
           
        
         
           Nuestro
           grande
           Assuero
           ofrece
           à
           V.
           A.
           susceptro
           de
           oro
           ,
           como
           el
           ramo
           de
           oliuo
           ,
           que
           es
           
           symbolo
           de
           la
           paz
           ,
           paraque
           V.
           A.
           qual
           otra
           Hester
           hermosissma
           conuierta
           esta
           benignidad
           en
           la
           salud
           de
           su
           pueblo
           ,
           y
           assi
           buelua
           à
           florecer
           en
           Inglaterra
           la
           fè
           de
           nuestros
           mayores
           ,
           la
           religion
           antigua
           ,
           que
           es
           lo
           que
           V.
           A.
           desea
           y
           procura
           ,
           paraque
           ,
           segun
           esperamos
           ,
           se
           buelua
           à
           recobrar
           por
           su
           dichoso
           casamiento
           lo
           que
           perdimos
           por
           las
           ilicitas
           bodas
           .
        
         
           Aun
           nos
           acordamos
           y
           gemimos
           por
           las
           miserias
           y
           trabajos
           que
           procedieron
           de
           aquel
           desastrado
           matrimonio
           entre
           Henrique
           el
           octauo
           y
           Ana
           Bolena
           ;
           pero
           por
           V.
           A.
           se
           restauraràn
           nuestras
           perdidas
           y
           en
           lugar
           de
           la
           tristeza
           y
           llanto
           entrarà
           la
           alegria
           con
           el
           gozo
           ,
           paraque
           quede
           V.
           A.
           aun
           auentajada
           à
           las
           antiguas
           Reynas
           ,
           Theodolinda
           ,
           Crotilda
           è
           Hingunde
           ,
           à
           cuya
           piedad
           reconocieron
           los
           mayores
           bienes
           con
           la
           fè
           las
           valerosissimas
           naçiones
           de
           los
           Francos
           ,
           Longobardos
           ,
           y
           Godos
           .
        
         
           Dexemos
           à
           exemplos
           y
           cosas
           tan
           remotas
           
           quando
           tenemos
           à
           tantos
           en
           la
           Imperial
           casa
           de
           Austria
           ,
           en
           la
           real
           de
           Espan̄a
           ,
           en
           la
           de
           Bauiera
           ;
           llenos
           estan
           los
           libros
           ,
           à
           cada
           passo
           se
           veen
           las
           memorias
           de
           las
           Isabelas
           ,
           Marias
           ,
           Margaritas
           .
        
         
           Mucho
           deuen
           ,
           Sen̄ora
           ,
           los
           Ingleses
           desterrados
           a
           la
           Mag.
           d
           de
           la
           Sen̄ora
           Reyna
           Don̄a
           Margarita
           de
           Austria
           vuestra
           madre
           ,
           porque
           fue
           mucha
           la
           piedad
           con
           que
           mādò
           assistirles
           .
        
         
           A
           V.
           A.
           deura
           aun
           mucho
           mas
           todo
           el
           Reyno
           ,
           y
           la
           naciō
           entera
           .
           Que
           ofreceremos
           de
           nuestra
           parte
           ?
           como
           se
           declararà
           nuestro
           reconocimiento
           ?
           poreste
           voto
           .
           
             Hermosos
             sean
             tus
             passos
             en
             tu
             calçado
             ,
             ô
             hija
             del
             Principe
             ,
             y
             contu
             agrado
             y
             hermosura
             procedas
             y
             reynes
          
           felizmente
           ;
           
           
             en
             nombre
             del
             Sen̄or
             te
             bendezimos
             y
             le
             rogamos
             que
             te
             haga
             como
             à
             Rachel
             y
             como
             à
             Lia
             ,
             que
             edificaron
             la
             casa
             de
             Israel
             ,
             paraque
             sea
             V.
             A.
             exemplo
             de
             virtud
             en
             Ephrata
             ,
             y
             tenga
             vn
             nombre
             celebre
             en
             Bet
             lehem
             .
          
        
         
           Assimismo
           dedico
           à
           nuestro
           Serenissimo
           Carlos
           ,
           Principe
           y
           esperança
           de
           la
           Britannia
           ,
           esta
           nuestra
           Yglesia
           ,
           que
           con
           Moysen
           leuantè
           en
           elmonte
           por
           el
           exemplo
           y
           la
           traça
           que
           se
           
           
           me
           ensen̄ò
           .
        
         
           Recibid
           ,
           Sen̄ora
           ,
           este
           don
           ,
           aunque
           pequen̄o
           que
           ofrezco
           à
           V.
           A.
           con
           mis
           humildes
           deseos
           ,
           paraque
           se
           sirua
           de
           recibirme
           tambien
           en
           suproteccion
           ,
           y
           entre
           sus
           minimos
           criados
           .
        
         
           Nuestro
           sen̄or
           guarde
           à
           V.
           A.
           como
           yo
           deseo
           y
           ha
           menester
           la
           Christiandad
           .
           Deste
           uento
           de
           S.
           Iuan
           Baptista
           de
           Anuers
           à
           12.
           de
           Nouembre
           1623.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           PRAeFACE
           .
        
         
           
             SOme
             vvill
             perchance
             object
             it
             is
             not
             fitt
          
           
             That
             verses
             should
             by
             such
             as
             I
             be
             vvrit
             :
          
           
             I
             ansvvere
             vvhen
             the
             subject
             holy
             is
          
           
             VVho
             e're
             make
             Verses
             shall
             not
             doe
             amisse
             ,
          
           
             That
             Volume
             vvhich
             IOBS
             patience
             doth
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             For
             no
             small
             quantitie
             doth
             speake
             in
             verse
             .
          
           
             Of
             other
             Scriptures
             is
             not
             a
             great
             part
          
           
             Compos'd
             according
             to
             Poeticke
             Art
             ?
          
           
             And
             if
             vve
             to
             the
             after
             times
             descend
             ,
          
           
             The
             sacred
             Catologue
             shall
             neuer
             end
             .
          
           
             Hovv
             many
             auntient
             Fathers
             Hymnes
             haue
             vvrit
             ,
          
           
             In
             one
             combining
             pietie
             and
             vvitt
          
        
         
           
             They
             erre
             vvho
             thinke
             a
             Poet
             hath
             no
             straine
             ,
          
           
             Vnlesse
             the
             subject
             of
             his
             Muse
             be
             vaine
             .
          
           
             For
             vvhy
             hath
             Pegasus
             his
             vvings
             to
             flie
             ?
          
           
             If
             he
             must
             still
             keepe
             earth
             ,
             ne're
             mount
             on
             hight
             .
          
           
             Is
             it
             not
             pittie
             such
             a
             noble
             Horse
          
           
             In
             Boggs
             and
             durtie
             vvaie
             should
             spend
             his
             force
             ,
          
           
             And
             manag'd
             by
             loose
             Venus
             vvanton
             Son
          
           
             In
             paths
             of
             obsceane
             loue
             ,
             his
             vvhole
             course
             run
             ?
          
           
             Recall
             your selues
             braue
             vvits
             :
             such
             vvaies
             to
             passe
             ,
          
           
             Better
             becomes
             an
             Apuleian
             Asse
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             the
             Iades
             you
             ride
             on
             ,
             do
             not
             tire
          
           
             Yet
             doe
             they
             vvant
             the
             true
             Poetike
             fire
          
           
             Fetcht
             from
             that
             Mount
             vvhere
             Virgins
             on
             a
             Hill
          
           
           
             VVrite
             loftie
             Odes
             vvith
             a
             Parthenian
             quill
             .
          
           
             There
             ,
             there
             take
             horse
             :
             Nor
             are
             you
             streightned
             vvhen
          
           
             You
             make
             faire
             virtue
             object
             of
             your
             Pen.
          
           
             God
             ,
             virtue
             ,
             sins
             hate
             are
             a
             spatious
             field
             ,
          
           
             And
             vvell-tild
             can
             abundant
             matter
             yeild
             .
          
           
             VVrite
             vvith
             a
             modest
             Pen
             such
             holy
             laies
             ,
          
           
             That
             Phoebus
             may
             vvith
             ouerlasting
             baies
          
           
             Your
             tempells
             Crovvne
             :
             els
             knovv
             that
             chaster
             times
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             sacrifice
             to
             Vulcan
             your
             loose
             rimes
          
        
         
           
             And
             thou
             my
             Pegasus
             vvhom
             I
             shall
             vse
          
           
             As
             Palfrie
             in
             this
             progresse
             of
             my
             Muse
             ,
          
           
             VVhilst
             of
             great
             IESVS
             name
             thy
             Ladie
             sings
             ,
          
           
             Mount
             vp
             aloft
             vse
             thy
             best
             paire
             of
             vvings
             ,
          
           
             VVhen
             thou
             art
             forc'd
             to
             trampel
             here
             benea'th
             ,
          
           
             Be
             it
             a
             moment
             onelie
             to
             take
             breath
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             vvaie
             plaie
             not
             the
             Iade
             and
             tire
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             thy
             journey
             ,
             so
             increase
             thy
             fire
             ,
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           
             A
             POËME
             ,
             OF
             THE
             HOLIE
             NAME
             OF
             IESVS
             .
             The
             first
             Booke
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               ARGVMENT
               .
            
             
               
                 VVe
                 speake
                 vvhat
                 Ground
                 ,
                 VValls
                 ,
                 Painters
                 vvorke
              
               
                 Roofe
                 ,
                 Pillars
                 ,
                 Lampe
                 ,
                 hath
                 IESVS
                 Kirke
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               GIVE
               me
               a
               Quill
               pul'd
               from
               that
               Eagles
               vving
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               soaring
               in
               the
               bosome
               of
               his
               King
               ,
            
             
               Saw
               those
               deepe
               secrets
               ,
               which
               his
               Books
               descrie
               ,
            
             
               And
               vve
               admire
               ,
               but
               cannot
               looke
               so
               high
               .
            
             
               Oh
               giue
               me
               such
               a
               Quill
               !
               and
               vvith
               the
               same
            
             
               I
               'le
               vvrite
               vvhat
               vvorth
               is
               in
               that
               glorious
               name
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               vvith
               the
               nevv
               yeare
               giu'n
               the
               vvounded
               Boye
               ,
               
            
             
               Did
               blesse
               the
               follovving
               times
               ,
               vvith
               hopefull
               joye
            
             
               Of
               a
               release
               from
               Sinne
               ,
               from
               Death
               ,
               from
               Hell.
            
             
               (
               So
               many
               blessings
               in
               one
               IESVS
               dvvell
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Knovv
               Muse
               this
               Royall
               name
               is
               Oyle
               shed
               ,
            
             
               And
               o're
               the
               vniuersall
               vvorld
               outspred
               .
               
            
             
               Bee
               Oyle
               too
               ,
               learne
               in
               a'sea
               to
               svvimme
            
             
               Aboue
               thy selfe
               ;
               yea
               others
               ,
               streatch
               each
               limme
            
             
               VVith
               courage
               out
               :
               this
               glorious
               titles
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Oyle
               aboue
               all
               other
               titles
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               subject
               is
               a
               Sea
               :
               behold
               thy selfe
            
             
               In
               the
               vast
               Maine
               ,
               no
               shallovv
               feare
               ,
               no
               shelfe
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               He
               vvho
               made
               all
               ,
               and
               meanes
               novv
               all
               to
               saue
            
             
               To
               shevv
               his
               meaning
               ,
               vvill
               this
               IESVS
               haue
               
            
             
               For
               his
               ovvne
               name
               ,
               and
               thinkes
               enough
               is
               done
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               vvorld
               reflect
               some
               nevver
               Sun
            
             
               VVarming
               our
               hemisphëre
               ,
               and
               giuing
               light
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               driue
               avvaie
               vvith
               graces
               beames
               blacke
               night
               .
            
             
               VVho
               euer
               had
               this
               name
               ,
               and
               vvas
               not
               high
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               IESVS
               euer
               vvas
               ,
               and
               did
               not
               flie
            
             
               Aboue
               the
               common
               pitche
               of
               humane
               race
               ?
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               name
               did
               bring
               a
               special
               grace
               :
            
             
               If
               vvee
               see
               IESVS
               forthvvith
               vvee
               shall
               see
            
             
               Captiued
               Man
               from
               seruitude
               set
               free
               :
            
             
               Victorious
               Tribes
               tryumphing
               ouer
               foes
               ,
               
            
             
               VVith
               equall
               lots
               ,
               diuide
               the
               landes
               of
               those
            
             
               VVhom
               they
               haue
               Conque'rd
               :
               hetherto
               hath
               stood
            
             
               Adjoyning
               to
               this
               name
               a
               common
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               fairest
               of-spring
               happie
               auntient
               Nun
               ,
            
             
               Bring
               foorth
               thy
               valiant
               and
               thrice
               vvorthy
               Son
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               Our
               IESVS
               figure
               ,
               honor'd
               vvith
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               For
               IOSVAH
               and
               IESVS
               are
               the
               same
               .
               )
            
             
               VVhose
               holie
               anger
               made
               Apollo
               staie
               ,
            
             
               And
               baite
               his
               firie
               horses
               in
               the
               vvaie
               ;
               
            
             
               VVho
               but
               a
               IESVS
               such
               an
               act
               hath
               done
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               but
               a
               IESVS
               could
               command
               the
               Sun
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               but
               our
               IESVS
               ,
               only
               hath
               the
               grace
               ?
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               Sun
               of
               Iustice
               ,
               keepe
               his
               place
               .
            
             
               That
               vvee
               not
               ouertaken
               by
               darke
               nighte
               ,
            
             
               Discerne
               may
               ,
               vvhen
               ,
               and
               vvhere
               ,
               our
               foes
               to
               smite
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               can
               the
               promis'd
               land
               out-deale
               to
               his
               ?
            
             
               But
               IESVS
               to
               vvhom
               Earth
               and
               Heauen
               is
            
             
               By
               Father
               giuen
               ;
               vvho
               but
               IESVS
               shall
            
             
               By
               stratagem
               surprise
               ,
               and
               make
               to
               fall
               
            
             
               Proud
               Haie
               ,
               of
               present
               vvorld
               the
               figure
               right
               ?
            
             
               VVhich
               must
               be
               vanquisht
               ,
               not
               by
               force
               ,
               but
               flight
               :
            
             
               IESVS
               shall
               teach
               his
               Armie
               Haie
               to
               sacke
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               a
               strange
               stratagem
               of
               running
               backe
               .
            
             
             
               VVhen
               they
               lie
               hid
               vvithin
               a
               Cloister
               vvall
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Haie
               by
               holy
               fire
               and
               svvord
               shall
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               I
               relate
               hovv
               Iericho
               falls
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               holy
               Israel
               about
               the
               tovvne
               
            
             
               Goes
               in
               Procession
               :
               IESVS
               vvalkes
               this
               round
               ,
            
             
               And
               bids
               the
               Priests
               their
               brazen
               trumpets
               sound
               .
            
             
               I
               should
               dilate
               my selfe
               vpon
               this
               feate
               ,
            
             
               And
               largely
               explicate
               that
               povver
               great
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               IESVS
               giues
               to
               Priests
               absoluing
               vvordes
               
            
             
               A
               greater
               force
               ,
               then
               haue
               speares
               ,
               lances
               ,
               svvordes
               .
            
             
               They
               can
               and
               doe
               ,
               vvith
               their
               sole
               voices
               sound
               ,
               
            
             
               Cast
               battelments
               of
               Iericho
               to
               ground
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               are
               these
               vvals
               ,
               these
               battlements
               dovvne
               cast
               ,
            
             
               By
               sacred
               povvre
               of
               Priests
               forgiuing
               blast
               ?
            
             
               The
               vvals
               are
               sin
               ,
               the
               bulvvarkes
               sin
               ,
               sins
               guilt
               ,
            
             
               Hovvses
               ,
               vvhereof
               proud
               Hiericho
               is
               built
               .
            
             
               But
               hovvses
               ,
               bulvvarkes
               ,
               vvals
               ,
               yea
               the
               vvhole
               tovvne
               ,
            
             
               As
               Priests
               doe
               blovv
               their
               trumpets
               ,
               are
               cast
               dovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               should
               describe
               ,
               cake
               hovv
               the
               seuen-fold
               foe
               ,
            
             
               By
               IESVS
               conqu'red
               ,
               doth
               in
               myst'rie
               shevv
               ,
            
             
               Our
               deadly
               enemies
               :
               in
               number
               seau'n
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               must
               bee
               conquer'd
               ,
               'fore
               vve
               enter
               heau'n
               :
            
             
               Those
               kept
               the
               Israelites
               from
               promist
               land
               ,
            
             
               In
               our
               pretences
               these
               against
               vs
               stand
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               artes
               ,
               vvhat
               stratagems
               doth
               IESVS
               vse
               ?
            
             
               As
               hee
               the
               vvarlike
               Chananites
               subdues
               ?
            
             
               To
               fight
               against
               vice
               rooted
               in
               the
               hart
               ,
            
             
               A
               speciall
               science
               is
               ,
               a
               speciall
               art
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               IESVS
               doth
               ,
               communicate
               to
               his
               ,
            
             
               By
               vvhom
               the
               promist
               land
               obtained
               is
               .
            
             
               Then
               to
               describe
               the
               armie
               of
               our
               foe
               ,
            
             
               In
               vvhat
               disord'red
               order
               he
               doth
               goe
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               against
               him
               great
               IESVS
               soldiers
               fight
               .
            
             
               Is
               subject
               for
               a
               holie
               Muse
               to
               vvrite
               ,
            
             
               But
               vvee
               must
               leaue
               it
               to
               some
               happie
               vvitt
               ,
            
             
               (
               Ours
               is
               not
               such
               )
               or
               to
               some
               time
               more
               fit
               :
            
             
             
               And
               speake
               of
               IESVS
               vvho
               the
               People
               lead
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               from
               Babilon
               did
               homevvards
               tread
               .
            
             
               And
               freeing
               them
               from
               proud
               Assyrias
               thrall
               ,
            
             
               Repair'd
               the
               Temple
               ,
               and
               built
               Sions
               VVall
               :
            
             
               For
               Records
               count
               ,
               that
               the
               infernall
               King
               ,
            
             
               His
               Troupes
               against
               Ierusalem
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               And
               vvith
               the
               Cannon
               shot
               of
               deadly
               sinne
               
            
             
               Making
               a
               Breach
               ,
               the
               Cittie
               entred
               in
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               of
               the
               Tovvnesmen
               left
               he
               dead
               ?
            
             
               The
               rest
               vvith
               him
               to
               Babilon
               he
               lead
               :
            
             
               VVhere
               vvretched
               soules
               ,
               forgetting
               natiue
               house
               ,
            
             
               Forgetting
               Sions
               God
               ,
               they
               doe
               carouse
            
             
               In
               the
               VVhores
               Cuppe
               ,
               and
               drunke
               vvith
               Babell
               vvine
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               Babels
               Idols
               ,
               honours
               giue
               diuine
               .
            
             
               The
               lusts
               of
               flesh
               ,
               some
               doe
               adore
               ;
               some
               Gold
               
            
             
               VVith
               the
               Kings
               Picture
               fac'de
               ,
               for
               their
               God
               hold
               .
            
             
               Others
               doe
               build
               their
               Churches
               in
               the
               ayre
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhere
               they
               place
               honors
               Idol
               ,
               all
               their
               care
            
             
               Is
               to
               ascend
               ,
               and
               vvith
               a
               bended
               knee
            
             
               Praie
               the
               false
               God
               propitious
               to
               bee
               ;
            
             
               Each
               Man
               ,
               as
               once
               in
               Salmanazars
               daies
               ,
               
            
             
               A
               proper
               Idol
               hath
               ,
               and
               to
               it
               praies
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               IESVS
               seeing
               this
               vvith
               holy
               zeale
            
             
               Of
               Fathers
               glorie
               ,
               vvill
               procure
               the
               vveale
            
             
               Of
               these
               blinde
               vvretches
               :
               hee
               'le
               indure
               no
               more
            
             
               VVith
               Gods
               dishonour
               they
               such
               Gods
               adore
               .
            
             
               And
               first
               vvith
               cunning
               hand
               of
               heau'nly
               might
            
             
               He
               doth
               restore
               the
               blinde
               vnto
               their
               sight
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               see
               their
               Gods
               vveare
               made
               of
               stone
               ,
            
             
               VVood
               ,
               and
               like
               trump'rie
               ,
               in
               them
               life
               had
               none
            
             
               Inraged
               vvith
               themselues
               their
               vvrath
               they
               vvreake
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               Idols
               ,
               and
               their
               Puppets
               breake
            
             
               In
               peeces
               :
               this
               being
               done
               ,
               they
               doe
               conspire
            
             
               To
               burne
               the
               Reliques
               vvith
               an
               Holy
               fire
            
             
               Of
               diuine
               Loue.
               Then
               doth
               our
               IESVS
               shevv
            
             
               The
               vvay
               to
               Sion
               ,
               and
               before
               them
               goe
               :
            
             
             
               VVhere
               being
               come
               ,
               and
               pittying
               to
               see
            
             
               Hovv
               the
               faire
               Cittie
               vvalls
               destroyed
               bee
               .
            
             
               The
               houses
               ruin'd
               ,
               and
               the
               Church
               cast
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               but
               desolation
               in
               the
               Tovvne
               :
            
             
               He
               himself
               vesteth
               vvith
               apparrell
               base
               ,
            
             
               And
               clothed
               so
               ,
               beginns
               to
               vvorke
               apase
               ,
            
             
               Exhorting
               his
               to
               doe
               in
               euerie
               thing
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               see
               him
               to
               doe
               ,
               their
               Prince
               ,
               their
               King
               ;
            
             
               I
               cannot
               tell
               vvhat
               an
               effectuall
               force
            
             
               To
               moue
               mens
               harts
               is
               in
               the
               virtuous
               course
            
             
               Of
               Magistrates
               :
               each
               one
               thinkes
               it
               a
               grace
            
             
               To
               vvorke
               vvith
               IESVS
               ,
               vvith
               him
               to
               be
               base
            
             
               Cloth'd
               as
               their
               leader
               is
               ,
               they
               fall
               to
               vvorke
               ,
            
             
               And
               helpe
               their
               IESVS
               to
               build
               vp
               his
               Kirke
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Pegasus
               is
               vvearie
               of
               his
               flight
               ,
            
             
               VVherefore
               my
               Muse
               ,
               for
               some
               short
               space
               alite
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               vvhilst
               the
               Iade
               doth
               rest
               his
               lazie
               bones
               ,
            
             
               Let
               vs
               contemplate
               of
               vvhat
               VVood
               ,
               vvhat
               Stones
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               forme
               ,
               vvhat
               matter
               the
               nevv
               Church
               is
               built
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               Moyses
               vvorke
               it
               hath
               ,
               hovv
               it
               is
               guilt
               :
            
             
               And
               first
               if
               vvee
               behold
               vvith
               curious
               Eye
            
             
               VVhat
               the
               foundation
               is
               ,
               vvee
               shall
               descrie
            
             
               The
               same
               to
               be
               a
               mightie
               Rocke
               of
               Stone
            
             
               So
               great
               ,
               and
               of
               such
               vveight
               that
               God
               alone
            
             
               Could
               bring
               it
               thither
               :
               no
               created
               might
            
             
               Can
               moue
               it
               thence
               :
               Gates
               of
               eternall
               might
            
             
               Can
               do
               't
               no
               harme
               ,
               no
               force
               can
               make
               it
               shrinke
               ,
            
             
               But
               vvho
               falls
               on
               this
               Rocke
               shall
               split
               and
               sinke
               ,
            
             
               Asking
               a
               vvorkman
               of
               the
               name
               ,
               he
               saith
               ,
            
             
               This
               Rock
               icleped
               is
               Saint
               PETERS
               FAITH
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               this
               foundation
               is
               built
               vp
               a
               VVall
               ,
            
             
               Inuironing
               the
               Church
               ,
               vvhich
               vvee
               vvill
               call
               
            
             
               
                 Firme
                 Hope
              
               :
               So
               strongly
               made
               on
               euery
               side
               ,
            
             
               That
               it
               all
               injuries
               of
               Stormes
               shall
               bide
               .
            
             
               No
               blustring
               persecution
               can
               it
               shake
               ,
            
             
               No
               tempting
               spirit
               ,
               no
               rough
               vvinde
               can
               make
            
             
             
             
             
             
             
               This
               VVall
               to
               shrinke
               ;
               nay
               eu'ry
               aduerse
               blast
               ,
            
             
               (
               Ovvonderful
               !
               )
               doth
               make
               it
               stand
               more
               fast
               ;
            
             
               And
               though
               this
               Hope
               seeme
               to
               be
               founded
               lovv
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               humble
               CROSSE
               ;
               yet
               you
               must
               knovv
            
             
               The
               vvorkemen
               still
               vvill
               eleuate
               the
               vvall
            
             
               Till
               it
               doe
               aequall
               high
               IEHOVAS
               Hall.
               
            
          
           
             
               Looke
               vp
               my
               Muse
               ,
               if
               thou
               canst
               looke
               so
               high
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               Temples
               cou'ring
               cast
               thy
               Eye
            
             
               VVhich
               thou
               shalt
               see
               made
               all
               of
               purest
               gold
               ,
            
             
               Adorne
               the
               vvorke
               ,
               and
               vvalls
               together
               hold
               .
            
             
               This
               Roofe
               is
               Charitie
               ,
               vvho
               is
               a
               louer
               
            
             
               Others
               defects
               vvill
               guild
               ,
               his
               ovvne
               faults
               couer
            
             
               Loue
               is
               amongst
               all
               Mineralls
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               The
               Ophir
               vvhere
               it
               grovves
               is
               a
               
                 good
                 brest
              
               .
            
             
               Humilitie
               the
               Earth
               in
               vvhich
               most
               lovv
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               mines
               are
               vvont
               ,
               this
               pretious
               Gold
               doth
               grovv
               .
            
             
               God
               hath
               ordain'd
               this
               Mettall
               should
               so
               deepe
               ,
            
             
               Lye
               buryed
               in
               the
               Earth
               ,
               that
               he
               may
               keepe
            
             
               It
               safe
               from
               Theeues
               :
               Vaine-glorie
               and
               selfe-loue
            
             
               Soone
               vvould
               it
               steale
               ,
               laie
               it
               the
               ground
               aboue
               .
            
             
               The
               Marchants
               also
               must
               in
               digging
               svveat
               ,
            
             
               Before
               they
               can
               so
               rich
               a
               treasure
               get
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               that
               vvhich
               made
               my
               Muse
               astonisht
               more
               ,
               
            
             
               VVas
               to
               behold
               a
               strange
               conceited
               Dore
               :
            
             
               This
               vvas
               forsooth
               an
               euer-running
               floud
               ,
            
             
               A
               floud
               saie
               I
               ?
               a
               mightie
               Sea
               of
               bloud
            
             
               VVhich
               vvhen
               our
               IESVS
               in
               Caluaria
               dide
               ,
            
             
               Did
               issue
               foorth
               his
               vvith
               Launce
               perced
               side
               .
            
             
               As
               vve
               the
               vvaters
               of
               this
               Ocean
               vievv
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               a
               stranger
               vvonder
               doth
               ensue
               :
            
             
               A
               Black-more
               borne
               ,
               vvhere
               Phoebus
               too
               much
               vvarmes
               ,
            
             
               full
               of
               diseases
               ,
               hauing
               in
               his
               armes
            
             
               A
               leprous
               Infant
               ,
               in
               this
               streame
               his
               limmes
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               Child
               vvasheth
               ,
               then
               hee
               thorough
               svvimmes
            
             
               VVhen
               presently
               they
               both
               are
               cur'de
               both
               sound
               ,
            
             
               No
               spot
               ,
               no
               Vlcer
               in
               their
               flesh
               is
               found
               .
            
             
             
               Amaz'd
               vvee
               stand
               ,
               vvhen
               see
               an
               Indian
               Foule
               ,
            
             
               In
               blacker
               body
               ,
               hauing
               a
               vvorse
               soule
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               as
               the
               former
               through
               the
               Riuer
               passe
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               is
               made
               more
               vvhite
               then
               Christall
               glasse
               .
            
             
               Good
               God
               saie
               I
               ,
               are
               ELIZAeVS
               yeares
            
             
               Againe
               reuolu'd
               ?
               Iordan
               againe
               appeares
               
            
             
               In
               vvhose
               faire
               streames
               vvhilest
               NAMAAN
               doth
               bath
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               cured
               is
               ,
               nevv
               flesh
               ,
               nevv
               body
               hath
               :
            
             
               Or
               comes
               our
               IESVS
               to
               the
               Pond
               againe
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               for
               the
               Sacrifice
               much
               Sheepe
               vvas
               slaine
               ,
               
            
             
               VVith
               vvaters
               motion
               virtue
               to
               bestovve
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               foule
               Lepers
               cleane
               ,
               lame
               Crepels
               goe
               ?
            
          
           
             
               This
               Church
               hath
               vvindovves
               ,
               prudence
               ,
               vvisdomes
               eie
            
             
               Discretion
               ,
               vvhich
               our
               motions
               doth
               descrie
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhether
               from
               God
               ,
               good
               Angel
               ,
               or
               our selfe
               ,
            
             
               They
               come
               ,
               or
               from
               the
               vvorld
               ,
               and
               Hellish
               Elfe
               .
            
             
               Discretion
               teaching
               vvhen
               vvee
               ought
               to
               goe
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               field
               ,
               vvhen
               to
               decline
               our
               foe
               .
            
             
               For
               some
               sins
               must
               be
               ouer-come
               by
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Others
               must
               vanquisht
               be
               by
               prudent
               flight
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               So
               IOSVAH
               did
               thinke
               ,
               flight
               the
               best
               vvay
            
             
               To
               get
               the
               victorie
               against
               proud
               Haie
               .
               
            
             
               Nor
               thinke
               it
               shame
               to
               runne
               avvaie
               from
               sinne
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               knovv
               the
               Parthians
               flie
               ,
               yet
               the
               field
               vvinne
               .
            
             
               Though
               CAeSAR
               did
               from
               ALEXANDRIA
               svvim
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               none
               of
               Covvardise
               dares
               censure
               him
               .
            
             
               Of
               Machabaeus
               it
               vvas
               the
               least
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Against
               so
               manie
               troopes
               to
               keepe
               his
               place
               .
               
            
             
               VVise
               men
               doe
               judge
               too
               hotspurlike
               that
               fire
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               scornes
               or
               knovves
               not
               sometimes
               to
               retire
               .
            
             
               VVho
               vvisely
               saues
               himselfe
               may
               fight
               againe
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               good
               can
               he
               doe
               more
               ,
               vvho
               once
               is
               slaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               blest
               Church
               ,
               neuer
               sad
               darkenesse
               came
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               midst
               doth
               stand
               a
               Holy
               Lambe
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvith
               his
               Raies
               giuing
               a
               constant
               light
               ,
               
            
             
               Chaseth
               avvaie
               the
               horror
               of
               darke
               night
               .
            
             
             
               Hee
               doth
               illustrate
               all
               vvith
               beames
               of
               grace
               ;
            
             
               But
               chiefely
               ,
               vvhen
               as
               many
               in
               this
               place
               
            
             
               In
               IESVS
               holy
               name
               assembled
               joyne
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               strengths
               in
               Vnitie
               combine
               ;
            
             
               Called
               together
               for
               some
               vrgent
               cause
               ,
            
             
               As
               generall
               contempt
               of
               Holie
               Lavves
               ,
            
             
               Orsome
               vile
               Beast
               departing
               from
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               seeke
               the
               flocke
               vvith
               Errors
               to
               inuest
               :
            
             
               Some
               rauenous
               Beare
               ,
               some
               Foxe
               ,
               some
               sensuall
               Svvine
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               vvith
               his
               Tuskes
               vnder
               the
               Temple
               mine
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               (
               but
               t
               's
               impossible
               )
               vvith
               vvall
            
             
               The
               intire
               Fabrique
               might
               together
               fall
               .
            
             
               Such
               Arius
               vvas
               ,
               Nestorius
               long
               since
               ,
            
             
               
                 Iouinian
                 ,
                 VVitcliffe
              
               ,
               and
               the
               like
               ,
               frem
               vvhence
               
            
             
               The
               svvinish
               broode
               of
               this
               our
               present
               Age
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               Sires
               vizardes
               plaie
               on
               the
               vvorlds
               stage
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               they
               doe
               acte
               ,
               the
               digging
               parte
               so
               vvell
            
             
               That
               alvvaies
               the
               last
               Scene
               doth
               end
               in
               Hell.
               
            
          
           
             
               VVho
               doth
               together
               this
               graue
               Senate
               call
               ,
            
             
               And
               sits
               as
               President
               aboue
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               On
               vvhose
               descision
               questions
               doe
               depend
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               vvhose
               last
               sentence
               Controuersies
               end
               ,
            
             
               Is
               the
               Lambes
               Viceroye
               ,
               in
               the
               Romaine
               Chaire
               ,
            
             
               Lavvfull
               successor
               ,
               and
               Saint
               Peters
               heire
               .
            
             
               To
               vvhom
               our
               IESVS
               hath
               such
               povv'r
               giu'n
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvhat
               hee
               here
               doth
               ,
               is
               confir'md
               in
               heu'n
               :
            
             
               PETER
               rule
               thou
               for
               mee
               great
               IESVS
               saies
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Sions
               Cittie
               I
               giue
               thee
               the
               Keies
               :
            
             
               (
               Fond
               Sectaries
               this
               common
               truth
               conceiue
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               Keies
               accept
               ,
               authoritie
               receiue
               ,
               )
            
             
               Alvvaies
               by
               him
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               euer
               as
               he
               vvrites
               ,
               directs
               his
               hand
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               vvhate're
               in
               doubtfull
               points
               he
               saith
               ,
            
             
               Must
               be
               embrac'd
               as
               Article
               of
               Faith
               :
            
             
               VVhat
               e'are
               he
               doth
               command
               is
               good
               ,
               and
               ought
            
             
               To
               be
               perform'd
               ,
               vvhat
               he
               forbids
               is
               naught
               :
            
             
             
               Hovv
               many
               Beasts
               ,
               hovv
               many
               vvicked
               men
            
             
               Hath
               he
               destroyed
               only
               vvith
               his
               Pen
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               as
               heretofore
               vvhen
               ;
               Syrias
               King
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               Army
               against
               Israel
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               commaund
               his
               Soldiars
               to
               fight
            
             
               Against
               sole
               Achab
               ,
               him
               alone
               to
               smite
               .
            
             
               Let
               the
               meane
               sorte
               ,
               saith
               Benadad
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               King
               of
               Israell
               each
               one
               ,
            
             
               Direct
               his
               force
               ,
               if
               he
               be
               kil'd
               or
               yeald
               ,
            
             
               Ours
               is
               the
               day
               ,
               vvee
               gotten
               haue
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sinne
               ,
               Atheisme
               ,
               Heresie
               ,
               Infernall
               Ghoasts
               ,
            
             
               Proclaiming
               vvarre
               against
               the
               God
               of
               Hoasts
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               ruinate
               that
               Cittie
               ,
               vvhich
               his
               hand
            
             
               Hath
               built
               ,
               and
               mauger
               gates
               of
               Hell
               shall
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Obseruing
               that
               their
               Troupes
               a
               daily
               harme
               ,
            
             
               Receiue
               by
               PETERS
               heau'nly
               guided
               arme
               ,
            
             
               Chiefly
               on
               him
               they
               doe
               their
               furie
               vvreake
               ,
            
             
               At
               him
               they
               shoot
               ,
               on
               him
               their
               Launces
               breake
               .
            
             
               Proud
               Herod
               ,
               and
               the
               first
               begotten
               Son
               
            
             
               Of
               Satan
               ,
               
                 Simon
                 Magus
              
               thus
               haue
               don
               :
            
             
               Neroes
               and
               Dioclesians
               shall
               tell
               ,
            
             
               How
               odious
               Cephas
               is
               to
               feindes
               of
               Hell.
            
             
               In
               battaile
               raye
               ,
               none
               against
               IESVS
               goe
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               proclaime
               themselues
               first
               PETERS
               foe
               ,
            
             
               Knowing
               if
               struck
               vvith
               Errors
               darte
               he
               die
               ,
            
             
               CHRISTS
               Army
               vvith
               his
               losse
               dismaid
               vvill
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               malice
               is
               in
               vaine
               Tartarean
               feindes
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               vvith
               loue
               his
               substitute
               defends
               ;
            
             
               Firme-faith
               the
               sheild
               is
               ,
               vvhich
               repells
               all
               blovves
               ,
               
            
             
               Gods
               promise
               is
               the
               svvord
               vvhich
               kils
               all
               foes
               :
            
             
               Hee
               is
               th'approued
               pretious
               corner
               stone
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhich
               Ievves
               and
               Gentiles
               doth
               conjoyne
               in
               one
               .
               
            
             
               Proud
               scandals
               rocke
               ,
               on
               vvhich
               vvhat
               shipps
               shall
               hit
               ,
            
             
               They
               suffer
               shipvvrack
               ,
               and
               in
               peeces
               split
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Fairest
               Bizantium
               ,
               Easterne
               Monarkes
               seat
               ,
               
            
             
               Glorie
               of
               Britaines
               Constantine
               the
               great
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               first
               in
               Eagles
               place
               ,
               against
               proud
               foe
               ,
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               CROSSE
               in
               Labarum
               durst
               shoe
               ;
            
             
               Let
               mee
               shed
               teares
               ,
               vvhen
               I
               reuolue
               thy
               fate
               ,
            
             
               VVhy
               vveart
               thou
               not
               contented
               vvith
               thy
               state
               ?
            
             
               To
               sou'raingty
               vvhy
               doest
               thou
               so
               aspire
               ?
            
             
               Then
               God
               would
               haue
               thee
               ,
               why
               wouldst
               thou
               be
               higher
               ?
            
             
               PETER
               ,
               not
               thou
               must
               vveare
               the
               triple
               Crovvne
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               doe
               exalt
               themselues
               ,
               shall
               tumble
               dovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               tribes
               beguil'd
               by
               HIEROBOAMS
               art
               ,
            
             
               From
               IVDAS
               royall
               progeny
               doe
               part
               ;
               
            
             
               And
               scorning
               to
               haue
               DAVIDS
               Sonne
               their
               King
               ;
            
             
               Scepter
               and
               Crovvne
               to
               IEROBOAM
               bring
               :
            
             
               And
               though
               it
               vvas
               expresse
               IEHOVA'S
               vvill
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               no
               place
               but
               holy
               Sions
               hill
               .
               
            
             
               They
               should
               obserue
               their
               Neomenian
               Feasts
               ,
            
             
               And
               sacrifice
               their
               Hecatombes
               of
               beasts
               :
            
             
               The
               tipick
               bloud
               of
               Paschal
               Lambe
               be
               spilt
               ,
            
             
               In
               that
               sole
               Church
               vvhich
               SALOMON
               had
               built
               :
            
             
               In
               Salems
               streats
               so
               many
               times
               each
               yeare
               ,
               
            
             
               Dilated
               IACOBS
               of-spring
               must
               appeare
               .
            
             
               And
               none
               but
               those
               vvho
               are
               of
               Leuis
               race
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               in
               the
               Temple
               haue
               a
               Church-mans
               place
               ;
               
            
             
               VVhen
               Israels
               sons
               amongst
               themselues
               contend
               ,
            
             
               By
               AARONS
               verdict
               must
               the
               question
               end
               .
            
             
               Desire
               of
               sou'raigntie
               ,
               and
               Empires
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               Ieroboam
               breake
               these
               holy
               lavves
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               'le
               haue
               high
               places
               ,
               and
               inuent
               a
               God
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               hath
               free'd
               Israel
               from
               PHAROES
               rod
               ;
               
            
             
               BETHEL
               and
               DAN
               ,
               shall
               haue
               tvvo
               Calues
               of
               gold
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               Idols
               shall
               Bethauen
               hold
               :
               
            
             
               His
               Pursiuants
               such
               passengers
               shall
               staie
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               tovvards
               Ierusalem
               doe
               take
               their
               vvaie
               :
            
             
             
               For
               Tyrant
               thinkes
               his
               Crovvne
               not
               to
               sit
               fast
               ,
            
             
               Should
               Ephraim
               and
               Iudas
               friendship
               last
               ,
               
            
             
               Hee
               makes
               vnvvorthie
               vvights
               the
               incense
               burne
               ,
            
             
               To
               plaie
               the
               Priest
               any
               shall
               serue
               the
               turne
               ,
            
             
               Diuided
               thus
               sin
               ,
               vpon
               sin
               they
               add
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               afflictions
               often
               make
               them
               sad
               :
            
             
               Yet
               no
               ELIAS
               ,
               no
               Assyrian
               rod
               ,
            
             
               Can
               make
               the
               stiffe-neck'd
               tribes
               returne
               to
               God
               :
            
             
               Vntill
               at
               last
               great
               Salmanazar
               came
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhip
               of
               Gods
               furie
               ,
               guerdon
               of
               their
               shame
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvith
               vvars-svvord
               ,
               the
               Infants
               bloud
               doth
               spill
               ,
            
             
               Defloures
               their
               Virgins
               ,
               and
               their
               vvarriors
               kill
               :
            
             
               And
               vvhere
               his
               murth'ring
               furie
               doth
               not
               range
               ,
            
             
               They
               death
               for
               greater
               miserie
               doe
               change
               :
            
             
               Hauing
               the
               markes
               of
               slaues
               ,
               gyues
               on
               their
               hands
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               led
               captiue
               vnto
               forreine
               lands
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               eternall
               seruitude
               they
               spend
            
             
               Their
               vvofull
               daies
               :
               in
               seruitude
               they
               end
            
             
               Their
               vvretched
               liues
               .
               But
               Iuda
               shall
               be
               taught
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               short
               captiuitie
               ,
               to
               mend
               his
               fault
               .
               
            
             
               Though
               Babels
               Monarcke
               lead
               to
               Memphis
               tovvne
               .
            
             
               Subjects
               and
               King
               ,
               yet
               vvhen
               his
               Son
               fals
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               From
               Empires
               top
               ,
               the
               Persian
               Kings
               shall
               giue
               ,
               
            
             
               Iudaea
               leaue
               ,
               home
               to
               returne
               and
               liue
            
             
               In
               Sions
               tovvnes
               :
               but
               Ephraims
               vvicked
               race
            
             
               Shall
               ne're
               come
               backe
               vnto
               their
               dvvelling
               place
               .
            
             
               VVho
               did
               refuse
               to
               honour
               DAVIDS
               throne
               ,
            
             
               Vnder
               Idolaters
               opprest
               shall
               grone
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Thinke
               Grecian
               Dame
               ,
               my
               verse
               of
               thee
               hast
               spoke
            
             
               VVho
               from
               thy
               hautie
               necke
               hath
               cast
               the
               yoke
            
             
               Of
               diuine
               Order
               ,
               and
               in
               Northern
               ayre
               ,
            
             
               Exalted
               hast
               vvith
               Lucifer
               thy
               Chaire
               :
            
             
             
               Thinking
               to
               meane
               a
               Patriarchall
               seate
            
             
               Aboue
               thy
               merits
               graunted
               ;
               yet
               more
               great
            
             
               Thou
               striu'st
               to
               bee
               :
               and
               casting
               PETER
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               On
               thy
               ambitious
               head
               ,
               dar'st
               vveare
               his
               Crovvne
               ,
               
            
             
               Carried
               in
               emptie
               Clouds
               of
               a
               proud
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               leau'st
               Christs
               sheepfold
               ,
               &
               from
               Church
               dost
               part
            
          
           
             
               IESVS
               our
               humble
               God
               ,
               doth
               from
               his
               throne
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               angrie
               eyes
               behold
               tvvo
               made
               of
               one
               ;
            
             
               Hee
               hateth
               schisme
               ,
               and
               hath
               this
               sentence
               fixt
               ,
            
             
               The
               proud
               shall
               drinke
               a
               Cup
               vvith
               much
               vvoe
               mixt
               .
            
             
               Thinke
               the
               incursions
               of
               the
               Sarzen
               King
               ,
            
             
               VVeare
               gentle
               rods
               ,
               thee
               back
               againe
               to
               bring
               .
            
             
               And
               knovv
               that
               as
               thy
               schisme
               and
               sin
               did
               grovv
               ,
            
             
               So
               likevvise
               did
               increase
               thy
               plagues
               ,
               thy
               vvoe
               .
               
            
             
               Hovv
               oft
               didst
               thou
               thy
               heresies
               forsvveare
               ?
            
             
               Hovv
               oft
               didst
               thou
               returne
               to
               PETERS
               Chaire
               ?
            
             
               Hovv
               oft
               didst
               thou
               againe
               vvith
               the
               foule
               Hog
            
             
               VVallovv
               in
               myre
               ,
               hovv
               often
               vvith
               the
               Dog
            
             
               Returne
               to
               vomit
               ?
               but
               Gods
               patient
               hand
            
             
               Can
               hold
               no
               longer
               :
               h'eele
               no
               longer
               stand
            
             
               VVaiting
               repentance
               ,
               lenitie
               must
               cease
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               often
               vvrongs
               admit
               no
               speach
               of
               peace
               .
            
             
               Barbarians
               shall
               be
               scourges
               of
               thy
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Fierce
               Mahomet
               shall
               proud
               Bizantium
               vvin
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Caesar
               murd'red
               in
               the
               streats
               shall
               die
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               heapes
               of
               vngrau'de
               Citizens
               shall
               lie
               .
            
             
               At
               a
               high
               price
               some
               vvretches
               buy
               their
               liues
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               goods
               losse
               ,
               and
               dishonour
               in
               their
               vviues
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Romane
               Eagles
               yealde
               to
               Turkish
               Moone
               ,
            
             
               In
               Churches
               rights
               of
               Mahomet
               are
               done
               .
            
             
               In
               fine
               thou
               suff'rest
               vvhatsoeuer
               harmes
            
             
               Vse
               to
               attend
               a
               cruell
               conq'rours
               Armes
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvho
               aloft
               vvith
               Lucifer
               vvould'st
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               rebell
               Angel
               ,
               tumblest
               dovvne
               to
               Hell
               ,
               
            
             
             
               Thy
               shame
               confusion
               is
               ,
               lavvlesse
               desires
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               practice
               put
               ;
               are
               thy
               tormenting
               fires
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Conscience
               is
               the
               vvorme
               ,
               the
               Diuels
               Turkes
               ,
            
             
               The
               fires
               fuell
               is
               schisme
               and
               euill
               vvorkes
               :
            
             
               VVith
               enuie
               thy
               teeth
               gnash
               (
               part
               of
               thy
               paine
               )
            
             
               To
               see
               thy
               riuall
               in
               such
               glorie
               raigne
               :
            
             
               Darknesse
               ,
               thy
               ignorance
               ,
               and
               vvant
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Disordred
               Passions
               ,
               horror
               of
               the
               place
               ;
            
             
               Thoughts
               of
               despaire
               ,
               thy
               miseries
               attend
            
             
               To
               thinke
               this
               seruitude
               shall
               neuer
               end
               :
            
             
               For
               vvho
               in
               schisme
               didst
               vvith
               Samaria
               fall
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               her
               must
               suffer
               an
               eternall
               thrall
               .
            
             
               But
               Rome
               in
               DAVIDS
               house
               ,
               the
               Goth
               ,
               the
               Hun
            
             
               VVith
               Citties
               spoyle
               ,
               shall
               punish
               faults
               ,
               vvhich
               done
               ,
            
             
               Adaulphus
               leading
               his
               fierce
               Goths
               to
               Spaine
               ,
            
             
               CHRISTS
               Vice-roye
               ,
               to
               his
               Rome
               shall
               come
               againe
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhere
               hee
               shall
               sit
               on
               DAVIDS
               promis'd
               seate
               ,
            
             
               And
               giue
               just
               Lavves
               ,
               vvhilst
               Sun
               giues
               vvonted
               heat
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               decke
               the
               Church
               a
               cunning
               vvorkeman
               paints
               ,
            
             
               The
               liuely
               Images
               of
               diuers
               Saincts
               .
               
            
             
               But
               vvhat
               doth
               make
               most
               glorious
               shevv
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Is
               IESVS
               name
               ,
               vvritten
               on
               euerie
               vvall
               .
            
             
               There
               see
               vvee
               PAVLE
               ,
               the
               name
               of
               IESVS
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Diuinely
               stampt
               in
               characters
               of
               gold
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               flying
               through
               the
               vvorld
               vvith
               Cherubs
               vvings
            
             
               Hee
               carries
               before
               Potentates
               and
               Kings
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               not
               vvith
               Silius
               goe
               to
               Maroes
               graue
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               his
               dust
               a
               holy
               fury
               craue
               ,
            
             
               To
               praise
               this
               vessell
               ;
               but
               I
               le
               aske
               to
               share
               
            
             
               A
               part
               of
               CHRYSOSTOMES
               Caelestiall
               ayre
               .
            
             
               That
               svveetly
               guided
               by
               his
               serious
               sp'rite
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               require
               ,
               I
               maie
               PAVLES
               praises
               vvrite
               .
            
             
               Pythagoras
               savv
               no
               Troie
               ,
               yet
               vvish
               I
               ,
            
             
               His
               vvittie
               transmigrations
               vveare
               no
               lie
               .
            
             
             
               That
               vvhil'st
               I
               treat
               of
               such
               renovvned
               men
               ,
            
             
               Some
               Heroes
               spirit
               might
               direct
               my
               pen.
               
            
          
           
             
               Let
               his
               deuotes
               commend
               him
               for
               his
               zeale
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               he
               hath
               spread
               IESVS
               common
               vveale
               ,
            
             
               Throughout
               the
               vvorld
               ,
               afflictions
               ,
               sorrovves
               ,
               bandes
               ,
               
            
             
               Yea
               vvhat
               not
               suffred
               ,
               both
               on
               sea
               and
               landes
               ,
            
             
               The
               loue
               and
               chiefest
               object
               of
               my
               muse
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               because
               our
               IESVS
               did
               PAVLE
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               A
               speciall
               trumpet
               to
               sound
               out
               his
               fame
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               blazon
               through
               the
               vvorld
               great
               IESVS
               name
               ,
            
             
               Exalting
               him
               vvith
               this
               peculiar
               grace
               ,
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               name
               to
               suffer
               in
               each
               place
               .
            
             
               O
               three-times
               happie
               man
               vvhom
               IESVS
               chose
               !
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               royall
               name
               to
               suffer
               vvoes
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               others
               praise
               him
               for
               his
               vvritings
               sake
               ,
            
             
               A
               title
               of
               their
               eminence
               they
               take
               ,
            
             
               Because
               proud
               Ievves
               and
               Gentiles
               he
               makes
               knovv
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               vvho
               disguis'd
               in
               seruants
               shape
               did
               goe
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               the
               MESSIAS
               their
               Creatours
               Son
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               for
               transgression
               vvith
               mankinde
               had
               done
               ,
            
             
               A
               ransome
               pai'd
               :
               strong
               reasons
               he
               doth
               frame
               ,
            
             
               To
               shevv
               that
               nature
               ,
               and
               the
               lavv
               are
               lame
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               neuer
               can
               tovvards
               heau'nly
               Sion
               tread
               ,
            
             
               If
               IESVS
               grace
               doe
               not
               them
               thether
               lead
               .
            
             
               But
               his
               Epistles
               ,
               I
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Commend
               and
               saie
               ,
               that
               they
               are
               therefore
               best
               ,
            
             
               Because
               in
               e'ury
               leafe
               ,
               yea
               line
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               Of
               IESVS
               name
               ,
               the
               eares
               vvell
               pleasing
               sound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Triumphant
               Martirs
               ,
               are
               dravvne
               all
               in
               red
               ,
            
             
               Each
               hauing
               a
               Baye
               Garland
               on
               his
               head
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               at
               the
               Lambes
               feete
               humblie
               casting
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               They
               him
               acknovvledge
               giuer
               of
               their
               Crovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               the
               first
               place
               as
               Captaine
               of
               the
               band
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               glorious
               STEPHEN
               promartir
               stand
               .
            
             
             
               VVho
               vvhil'st
               the
               multitude
               stones
               at
               him
               throvves
               ,
               
            
             
               Prayeth
               to
               IESVS
               for
               his
               cruell
               foes
               .
            
             
               No
               spiteful
               Ievv
               ,
               more
               svviftly
               flings
               a
               stone
               ,
            
             
               Then
               his
               loue-darts
               ascend
               to
               Heau'ns
               high
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               falling
               lovv
               before
               the
               seate
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               They
               humblie
               beg
               ,
               that
               mercie
               may
               haue
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               hovv
               they
               speed
               ,
               vv'eele
               aske
               of
               furious
               Saule
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               shall
               hereafter
               be
               a
               Preaching
               PAVLE
               .
            
             
               SEBASTIAN
               eke
               ,
               shot
               through
               vvith
               many
               Dart
               ,
            
             
               Instructeth
               Gentlemen
               to
               plaie
               a
               part
            
             
               In
               true-loues
               stage
               ,
               that
               others
               fall
               not
               dovvne
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               labours
               ,
               and
               so
               gets
               a
               Martyrs
               Crovvne
               .
            
             
               Neere
               to
               SEBASTIAN
               ,
               seeing
               a
               voyde
               place
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               aske
               vvho
               they
               are
               shall
               haue
               so
               much
               grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               stand
               nigh
               IESVS
               champion
               ,
               and
               are
               told
               ,
            
             
               Our
               English
               Noble
               men
               ,
               that
               roome
               shall
               hold
               .
            
             
               As
               no
               goods
               losse
               ,
               no
               deaths
               feare
               could
               them
               quayle
               ,
            
             
               No
               dangers
               make
               in
               IESVS
               faith
               to
               fayle
               ,
            
             
               For
               though
               not
               equall
               vvith
               the
               Martyrs
               rovve
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               as
               stout
               Squires
               of
               Martyr-Knights
               they
               goe
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               vvee
               these
               Champions
               vievv
               vvith
               curious
               eye
               ,
               
            
             
               Amongst
               them
               vvee
               a
               Ladie
               doe
               espie
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               Crovvnes
               proclayme
               ,
               shee
               ruled
               sundry
               lands
               ,
            
             
               But
               historie
               complaines
               ,
               of
               sauage
               hands
               :
            
             
               The
               Armes
               of
               Scotland
               ,
               and
               French
               Lilies
               teach
               ,
            
             
               That
               o're
               these
               Kingdomes
               her
               commaund
               did
               reach
               .
            
             
               VVritten
               in
               bloudie
               Characters
               vvee
               read
               ,
            
             
               (
               Heauens
               vveepe
               ,
               vvhilst
               I
               recount
               so
               foule
               a
               deed
               )
            
             
               That
               shee
               ,
               vvhose
               head
               vvee
               see
               on
               this
               sad
               stage
               ,
            
             
               From
               body
               cut
               ,
               to
               satisfie
               the
               rage
            
             
               Of
               barb'rous
               foes
               ;
               vvhilst
               shee
               did
               liue
               had
               been
               ,
            
             
               FRANCIS
               of
               France
               his
               vvife
               ,
               and
               Scotlands
               Queene
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               her
               stile
               of
               Majestie
               vvas
               such
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               prophane
               hands
               ,
               durst
               Gods
               anoynted
               touch
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               if
               no
               sacred
               Oyle
               had
               bene
               shed
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               holy
               Prelate
               on
               her
               Princely
               head
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Scaffold
               brought
               ,
               (
               ô
               cruell
               deed
               !
               )
            
             
               By
               the
               sharpe
               Axes
               blovv
               ,
               shee
               there
               doth
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               Heau'ns
               did
               yee
               shine
               ,
               vvas
               there
               a
               vvicked
               Sun
            
             
               To
               lend
               a
               daie
               ,
               vvhil'st
               such
               a
               deed
               vvas
               done
               ?
            
             
               Surely
               all
               things
               as
               rul'd
               by
               a
               nevv
               force
               ,
            
             
               Did
               goe
               retrogradate
               to
               Natures
               course
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               vvhen
               Man
               ,
               Iehouah
               did
               offend
               ,
            
             
               The
               vniuers
               for
               Mans
               offence
               did
               end
               
            
             
               Againe
               so
               many
               Lavves
               in
               one
               foule
               fact
               ,
            
             
               Being
               infring'de
               in
               pennance
               of
               the
               Act
               ,
            
             
               All
               things
               are
               taught
               to
               goe
               an
               other
               vvaie
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               accustom'd
               order
               nought
               doth
               staie
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               pious
               Spartans
               euermore
               deni'de
               ,
            
             
               In
               battaile
               Theopompus
               to
               haue
               di'de
               ,
            
             
               They
               thought
               though
               millions
               of
               meane
               persons
               die
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               death
               durst
               not
               approach
               great
               Monarchs
               nigh
               .
            
             
               And
               deem'd
               his
               Kingly
               Majestie
               a
               sheild
               ,
            
             
               Able
               to
               saue
               his
               life
               in
               bloudie
               field
               ;
            
             
               And
               can
               it
               bee
               a
               person
               of
               such
               state
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               her
               friends
               ,
               should
               finde
               so
               hard
               a
               fate
               ?
            
             
               Tiberius
               fearefull
               of
               his
               after
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Hated
               Historians
               vvho
               vvould
               blase
               his
               name
               .
            
             
               And
               teach
               posteritie
               in
               this
               ,
               and
               this
               ,
            
             
               Tiberius
               vvhil'st
               he
               liu'd
               did
               doe
               amisse
               .
            
             
               That
               yeare
               vvhen
               this
               vvas
               done
               (
               ye
               learned
               Men
               )
            
             
               Forget
               to
               handle
               an
               Historians
               Pen.
            
             
               Doe
               not
               instruct
               the
               vvorld
               that
               England
               durst
               ,
            
             
               Performe
               a
               Deed
               ,
               of
               all
               bad
               Deeds
               the
               vvorst
               .
            
             
               Not
               ,
               but
               I
               read
               that
               Monarchs
               haue
               bene
               kil'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               Majestike
               blood
               vnjustly
               spil'd
            
             
               But
               still
               the
               Murderers
               haue
               carefull
               been
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               impietie
               should
               not
               be
               seen
               ,
            
             
             
               VVhen
               vvee
               in
               Counsell
               sit
               ,
               and
               in
               cold
               bloud
            
             
               Deliberate
               ,
               as
               if
               the
               Act
               vvere
               good
               .
            
             
               The
               sentence
               giu'n
               ,
               vvee
               justifie
               the
               fact
               ,
            
             
               By
               publike
               execution
               of
               the
               Act.
            
             
               But
               vvhat
               's
               the
               cause
               for
               vvhich
               they
               shed
               her
               bloud
               ?
            
             
               This
               one
               for-sooth
               ,
               because
               shee
               vvas
               so
               good
               ;
            
             
               And
               the
               vvorld
               knevv
               ,
               vvhat
               right
               shee
               had
               to
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               These
               are
               the
               reasons
               ,
               vvherefore
               shee
               vvas
               slaine
               .
            
             
               Should
               Herod
               knovv
               ,
               that
               IESVS
               is
               Gods
               Son
               ,
               
            
             
               VVould
               hee
               doe
               lesse
               thinke
               you
               then
               he
               hath
               done
               ?
            
             
               Curst
               be
               ambition
               ,
               vvhich
               vvill
               knovv
               no
               lavves
               ,
            
             
               Curst
               be
               suspition
               in
               a
               Kingdomes
               cause
               .
            
             
               But
               as
               proud
               Iades
               shall
               trample
               vvith
               their
               feet
               ,
            
             
               Good
               Seruius
               carcase
               ,
               in
               the
               VVICKED
               STREET
               ;
            
             
               And
               Tullia
               hasting
               to
               set
               on
               her
               head
               ,
            
             
               Romes
               Diadem
               on
               Fathers
               corps
               dares
               tread
               :
            
             
               VVee
               vvill
               not
               vvonder
               vvhen
               for
               Kingdomes
               crovvne
            
             
               VVee
               see
               the
               Lavves
               of
               God
               and
               Man
               cast
               dovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               vvaters
               doe
               not
               ouer-vvhelme
               our
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               Neptune
               svvim
               ,
               vvhere
               Englands
               Ile
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               That
               yet
               no
               greater
               vengeance
               hath
               bene
               seene
               :
            
             
               VV'eele
               thanke
               thy
               prayers
               ,
               vntimely
               butcher'd
               Queene
               .
            
             
               Shall
               vvee
               vvith
               teares
               bedevv
               thy
               Royall
               Hearse
               ,
            
             
               Blame
               the
               too-hastie
               fates
               vvith
               mournefull
               verse
               .
            
             
               The
               Sisters
               aske
               ,
               hovv
               they
               durst
               vse
               a
               Knife
            
             
               So
               soone
               to
               cut
               thy
               golden
               thread
               of
               life
               ?
            
             
               VVee
               vvould
               doe
               thus
               ,
               but
               that
               faith
               makes
               vs
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               Glories
               rich
               Crovvne
               ,
               vvas
               giu'n
               thee
               by
               that
               blovv
            
             
               VVhich
               tooke
               thy
               life
               avvaie
               ;
               so
               Ammons
               pride
               ,
               
            
             
               Prepares
               a
               horse
               ,
               for
               Mordechee
               to
               ride
               .
            
             
               Our
               teares
               vvhich
               els
               should
               alvvaies
               flovv
               ,
               are
               done
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               vve
               behold
               our
               IAMES
               ,
               thy
               glorious
               Son
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               as
               just
               NOAH
               amongst
               mortalls
               best
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               giue
               our
               sorrovves
               end
               ,
               our
               labours
               rest
               .
            
             
             
               His
               Parent
               LAMECH
               did
               of
               him
               fore-tell
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               blessed
               time
               ,
               things
               should
               goe
               vvell
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Renovvned
               PRINCE
               ,
               so
               vse
               thy
               Royall
               Pen
               ,
            
             
               That
               vve
               may
               place
               thee
               'mongst
               these
               learned
               Men
               punc
               ;
            
             
               Our
               Churches
               Doctors
               ,
               vvho
               next
               Martirs
               stand
               ,
            
             
               A
               siluer
               Pen
               ,
               each
               hauing
               in
               his
               hand
               .
               
            
             
               Aboue
               their
               heads
               ,
               houers
               a
               holy
               Doue
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               dictates
               lessons
               full
               of
               vvitt
               and
               loue
               .
            
             
               If
               to
               thy
               Harpe
               vveare
               added
               one
               more
               string
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thou
               ,
               no
               Svvan
               could
               more
               diuinely
               sing
               .
            
             
               But
               vvee
               haue
               hope
               all
               numbers
               novv
               shall
               meet
            
             
               To
               make
               thy
               Musique
               absolutely
               svveet
               .
            
             
               Thou
               DELOS
               Oracle
               of
               thy
               life
               time
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               Sun
               ,
               thou
               starre
               of
               parched
               Afriques
               clime
               :
            
             
               Our
               Churches
               Pearle
               ,
               bred
               in
               thy
               mothers
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Againe
               begotten
               by
               a
               sea
               of
               cries
               .
            
             
               Great
               AVSTEN
               ,
               shall
               I
               vvith
               more
               vvondring
               eye
               ,
               
            
             
               Behold
               thee
               vvhen
               thy
               Muse
               doth
               mount
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Or
               loue
               thee
               more
               vvhen
               thou
               dost
               creepe
               so
               lovve
               ,
            
             
               As
               doe
               thy
               humble
               Retractations
               shevv
               ?
            
             
               To
               thinke
               amisse
               is
               fraile-Mans
               common
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               change
               for
               better
               ,
               is
               a
               speciall
               grace
               .
            
             
               And
               can
               vve
               thinke
               more
               forcible
               ,
               more
               good
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               teares
               of
               loue
               ,
               then
               a
               best
               Martyrs
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Desert
               Citizens
               vveare
               also
               there
               ,
            
             
               Some
               cloth'd
               vvith
               leaues
               ,
               others
               vvith
               shirts
               of
               hayre
               :
            
             
               Their
               visages
               all
               pale
               ,
               their
               bodies
               thin
               ,
               
            
             
               Proclayme
               their
               greatest
               glorie
               is
               vvithin
               .
            
             
               Their
               simple
               out-sides
               giue
               aboundant
               shevves
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               to
               vvorld
               and
               flesh
               vveare
               alvvaies
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Heere
               also
               vvee
               our
               English
               EDVVARD
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               Mongst
               formest
               plac'de
               in
               the
               
                 Confessors
                 rovv
              
               .
            
             
             
               A
               scepter
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
               o'
               ns
               head
               a
               Crovvne
               ,
            
             
               Yee
               gentle
               Heau'ns
               ,
               raine
               manie
               EDVVARDS
               dovvne
               ;
            
             
               VVho
               to
               our
               Britaine
               ,
               vpright
               lavves
               may
               giue
               ,
            
             
               And
               teach
               their
               People
               ,
               as
               they
               doe
               to
               liue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Great
               CHARLES
               the
               
                 second
                 Hope
                 of
                 Northern
                 clime
              
               ,
            
             
               Ordain'd
               by
               God
               ,
               to
               blesse
               the
               present
               time
               ,
            
             
               Of
               EDVVARD
               learne
               ,
               that
               subjects
               best
               obey
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               see
               Majestrates
               ,
               first
               doe
               ,
               then
               saie
               .
            
             
               Such
               Edicts
               moue
               Mens
               harts
               ,
               though
               vvritten
               short
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               first
               are
               practi'zd
               in
               the
               Princes
               Court
            
             
               Of
               EDVVARD
               learne
               ,
               that
               only
               hee
               's
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               doth
               his
               Passions
               in
               subjection
               bring
               .
            
             
               Princes
               Dominions
               ,
               may
               from
               Parents
               take
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               a
               Saint
               ,
               virtue
               alone
               can
               make
               .
            
             
               In
               that
               strange
               statue
               ,
               vvich
               great
               Babels
               King
               ,
            
             
               In
               vision
               sees
               each
               lim
               ,
               each
               part
               ,
               each
               thing
            
             
               As
               they
               grovv
               higher
               ,
               so
               in
               goodnesse
               grovv
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               Potentates
               ,
               and
               greater
               men
               doth
               shevv
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               vnto
               honour
               should
               be
               joynd
               this
               grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               grovv
               in
               goodnesse
               ,
               as
               they
               grovv
               in
               place
               .
            
             
               The
               head
               vvas
               best
               of
               mettals
               ,
               purest
               gold
               ,
            
             
               You
               the
               heads
               place
               ,
               amongst
               your
               subjects
               hold
            
             
               Be
               gold
               in
               loue
               ,
               be
               better
               then
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               e're
               your
               people
               are
               ,
               be
               you
               the
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               it
               may
               be
               a
               Patron
               of
               thy
               name
               ,
            
             
               Allures
               thee
               rather
               ,
               Fraunce
               shall
               giue
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               CHARLES
               surnam'd
               great
               ,
               for
               his
               renovvned
               facts
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               his
               name
               ,
               haue
               thou
               his
               stile
               ,
               his
               Acts.
            
             
               Let
               vs
               behold
               thee
               vvith
               thy
               conq'uring
               bands
               ,
            
             
               Reuoke
               to
               IESVS
               ,
               faith
               reuolting
               landes
               .
            
             
               VVith
               the
               fift
               CHARLES
               Achilles
               of
               our
               daies
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               Alcides
               Pillars
               ,
               Tropheies
               raise
               ,
            
             
               
                 Plus
                 vltra
              
               be
               thy
               motto
               ,
               thy
               armes
               tend
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvhere
               the
               vvorld
               ,
               there
               let
               thy
               Empire
               end
               .
            
             
             
               Bee
               euermore
               victorious
               ,
               euer
               great
               ,
               
            
             
               Euer
               obedient
               to
               Saint
               PETERS
               seate
               .
            
          
           
             
               May
               Romaine
               Prelate
               make
               our
               England
               glad
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               thy
               Lyons
               hee
               shall
               Eagles
               ad
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               high
               titles
               ,
               thy
               braue
               house
               aduance
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               hath
               done
               to
               Charlemaine
               of
               Fraunce
               .
            
             
               Loose
               Matchiauels
               ,
               and
               Atheists
               you
               mistake
               ,
            
             
               Rome
               vseth
               to
               giue
               Realmes
               ,
               and
               Kesars
               make
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               abuse
               the
               povv'r
               of
               triple
               Crovvne
               ,
            
             
               By
               foule
               injustice
               ,
               casting
               Princes
               dovvne
               .
            
             
               By
               Romes
               authoritie
               ,
               Otho
               the
               great
               ,
            
             
               In
               Germanie
               did
               fixe
               the
               Empires
               seate
               .
            
             
               
                 Henrie
                 Aniou
                 ,
                 Plantaginet
              
               his
               childe
               ,
            
             
               By
               ADRIANS
               gift
               ,
               is
               Lord
               of
               Ireland
               stild'e
               .
            
             
               Thy
               royall
               Ancestors
               ,
               vvhat
               better
               name
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Faiths
               defender
               haue
               ?
               vvho
               gaue
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               The
               Cath'like
               title
               ,
               vvhat
               a
               splendor
               brings
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               stil
               Conquering
               Hesperian
               Kings
               ?
            
             
               So
               Capets
               race
               of
               Christian
               stile
               more
               brags
               ,
            
             
               Then
               of
               the
               Lilies
               ,
               in
               their
               royall
               flags
               .
            
             
               Faiths
               champion
               ,
               Christian
               Catholike
               ,
               these
               three
               ,
            
             
               Most
               glorious
               titles
               be
               combind'e
               in
               thee
               .
            
             
               Besides
               my
               vvishes
               ,
               O
               that
               I
               could
               giue
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thou
               there
               should
               no
               greater
               Monarke
               liue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Momus
               found
               fault
               (
               and
               I
               vvould
               take
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               VVeart
               not
               against
               my
               God
               )
               that
               each
               mans
               hart
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               a
               vvindovve
               ,
               that
               the
               vvorld
               might
               see
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               realties
               therein
               inuolued
               bee
               .
            
             
               Then
               the
               slie
               hypocrite
               durst
               not
               speake
               faire
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               from
               smooth
               vvords
               ,
               his
               thoughts
               dissenting
               are
               .
            
             
             
               Your
               Courtly
               Gallant
               ,
               durst
               not
               your
               hands
               kisse
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               in
               his
               hart
               ,
               all
               rancour
               lodged
               is
               .
            
             
               False
               Iudas
               durst
               not
               to
               his
               Maister
               bovv
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               apish
               complements
               ,
               protest
               ,
               svveare
               ,
               vovv
               ,
            
             
               Heape
               on
               him
               blessings
               ,
               vvish
               a
               vvorld
               of
               good
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               in
               his
               purse
               ,
               the
               price
               is
               of
               his
               blood
               .
               
            
             
               Heere
               I
               could
               vvish
               my
               breast
               vvere
               made
               of
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               thy
               Royall
               sight
               (
               great
               Prince
               )
               might
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Into
               my
               soule
               ,
               and
               see
               that
               I
               vvould
               doe
            
             
               As
               I
               doe
               vvish
               ,
               had
               I
               a
               povv'r
               thereto
               .
            
             
               But
               IESVS
               loue
               (
               I
               hope
               )
               hath
               made
               me
               poore
               ,
            
             
               And
               hauing
               vvished
               ,
               I
               can
               doe
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               BESELEEL
               Virgins
               carues
               of
               Iu'rie
               bone
               ,
            
             
               Of
               such
               King
               SALOMON
               did
               make
               his
               throne
               
            
             
               An
               Eliphant
               ,
               then
               vvhich
               no
               beast
               doth
               liue
               
            
             
               More
               temperate
               ,
               more
               vvise
               ,
               his
               tooth
               doth
               giue
               :
            
             
               If
               in
               Elections
               vvisdome
               hath
               chiefe
               place
               ,
            
             
               By
               Virgins
               choise
               ,
               vvee
               'le
               censure
               of
               their
               grace
               .
            
             
               They
               need
               not
               enuie
               PHAROES
               daughters
               lot
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               for
               their
               Spouse
               ,
               Gods
               vvisest
               Son
               haue
               got
               .
            
             
               VVho
               can
               sufficiently
               describe
               hovv
               chast
            
             
               These
               are
               ,
               vvho
               as
               terrestiall
               Angels
               pla'st
            
             
               In
               our
               lovve
               Heau'n
               through
               contemplation
               see
            
             
               All
               things
               in
               Earth
               contemptible
               to
               be
               ;
            
             
               In
               God
               they
               doe
               behold
               ,
               as
               in
               a
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               all
               delights
               doe
               like
               a
               shadovv
               passe
               :
            
             
               Shadovvs
               leaue
               nought
               behind
               :
               th'
               are
               black
               ,
               th'
               are
               fowle
            
             
               Pleasures
               of
               flesh
               ,
               hovv
               blacke
               make
               they
               the
               sovvle
               ?
               
            
             
               They
               in
               one
               instant
               end
               ,
               in
               one
               begin
               ,
            
             
               Behind
               them
               nothing
               leaue
               ,
               but
               guilt
               of
               sin
               .
            
             
               And
               tell
               me
               vvhat
               is
               sin
               ?
               nothing
               at
               all
               .
               
            
             
               VVhat
               e're
               is
               extant
               in
               the
               ample
               Ball
            
             
               Of
               this
               large
               vvorld
               ,
               God
               made
               ,
               and
               God
               vvas
               glad
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               by
               his
               making
               hand
               it
               being
               had
               ,
            
             
             
               Only
               thou
               misbegotten
               Monster
               sin
               ,
            
             
               As
               Bastards
               vse
               to
               doe
               ,
               cam'st
               stealing
               in
               ,
            
             
               Ashamed
               of
               thy
               birth
               :
               God
               neuer
               put
            
             
               Least
               finger
               to
               thy
               being
               ;
               Hell
               vvas
               shut
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               vvert
               the
               Key
               to
               open
               it
               :
               Day-light
            
             
               Thy
               birth
               did
               turne
               into
               eternall
               night
               .
            
             
               Curst
               be
               thy
               birth-daie
               ,
               neuer
               it
               appeare
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               be
               it
               reco'nd
               'mongst
               daies
               of
               the
               yeare
               :
            
             
               Like
               Atreus
               feasts
               ,
               doe
               thou
               Apollo
               scarre
               ,
            
             
               Abhorring
               thee
               ,
               let
               him
               turne
               backe
               his
               Carre
               .
            
             
               Thy
               hate
               make
               Titan
               hide
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               staie
               ,
            
             
               T'vvixt
               Thetis
               armes
               ,
               more
               then
               his
               vvonted
               daie
               .
            
             
               Be
               thou
               expected
               ,
               and
               as
               thou
               dost
               fayle
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               them
               be
               cursed
               ,
               vvho
               doe
               chase
               the
               VVhale
               .
            
             
               Let
               Starres
               that
               daie
               borrovv
               no
               light
               of
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               sad
               Moone
               forget
               her
               course
               to
               run
               .
            
             
               The
               vniuerse
               be
               on
               that
               blacke
               daie
               sad
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               vve'rt
               borne
               ,
               let
               only
               Hell
               be
               glad
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               our
               Curses
               ,
               vvhich
               on
               thee
               doe
               lite
               ,
            
             
               Could
               turne
               thee
               to
               a
               sempiternall
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVee
               vvill
               be
               angrie
               vvith
               thee
               vvretched
               EVE
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               mother
               of
               this
               Childe
               ,
               thou
               did'st
               conciue
               ,
            
             
               The
               Monstrous
               Bastard
               ,
               Satan
               vvas
               his
               fire
               ,
            
             
               But
               yee
               adult'rous
               couple
               doe
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               such
               slights
               contriue
               the
               matter
               ,
               that
            
             
               ADAM
               must
               Father
               ,
               the
               mis-gotten
               brat
               .
            
             
               Fond
               vvoman
               ,
               God
               made
               thee
               of
               the
               Mans
               bone
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               helpe
               him
               that
               he
               should
               not
               be
               alone
               :
            
             
               This
               vvas
               your
               end
               ,
               and
               you
               performe
               it
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               You
               helpe
               him
               ;
               but
               in
               vvhat
               ?
               to
               goe
               to
               Hell.
            
             
               No
               sooner
               vveare
               you
               made
               ,
               but
               you
               must
               vvalke
               ,
            
             
               To
               recreat
               your selfe
               ,
               and
               enter
               talke
               .
               
            
             
             
               VVith
               Satan
               :
               vvhen
               your
               bellies
               full
               of
               chat
               ,
            
             
               You
               cast
               your
               eyes
               ,
               novv
               on
               this
               fruit
               ,
               novv
               that
               :
            
             
               The
               Diuell
               by
               the
               vvan
               dring
               of
               your
               eye
               ,
            
             
               That
               your
               teeth
               vvater
               ,
               presently
               doth
               spie
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               much
               kindnes
               doth
               an
               Apple
               pare
               ,
            
             
               Praies
               you
               to
               taste
               it
               ,
               and
               to
               giue
               a
               share
            
             
               To
               your
               Good-man
               (
               for
               so
               good
               manners
               vvill
               )
            
             
               It
               vvill
               suffice
               yea
               both
               to
               eat
               your
               fill
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               foolish
               Man
               !
               VVhat
               dost
               thou
               meane
               ?
               that
               bit
            
             
               Hath
               many
               poysons
               ,
               many
               Hels
               in
               it
               .
            
             
               Trust
               not
               the
               lookes
               ,
               although
               it
               please
               the
               Eye
               :
            
             
               Millions
               of
               Miseries
               ,
               in
               it
               doe
               lye
               .
            
             
               Trust
               not
               thy
               Palate
               ,
               though
               it
               doe
               tast
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               It
               vvill
               not
               be
               digested
               ,
               but
               in
               Hell.
            
             
               Hee
               scarse
               doth
               eat
               it
               ,
               vvhen
               infernall
               Gates
               .
            
             
               VVith
               violence
               flye
               open
               ,
               iron
               grates
            
             
               Of
               Hell
               are
               burst
               ,
               anxieties
               ,
               cares
               ,
               feares
               ,
               
            
             
               Sorrovv
               vvith
               all
               her
               vveeping
               Children
               ,
               teares
               :
            
             
               Suspition
               ,
               jealousie
               ,
               lavvles
               desire
               :
            
             
               Vnbridled
               lust
               :
               pretentions
               to
               aspire
               ,
            
             
               Fond
               joyes
               ,
               sad
               discontent
               at
               present
               state
               ,
            
             
               Auersion
               from
               good
               ,
               anger
               ,
               enuie
               ,
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Darknesse
               of
               mind
               ,
               peruersitie
               of
               vvill
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvhat
               in
               both
               ,
               can
               be
               suspected
               ill
               :
            
             
               These
               Monsters
               ,
               vvith
               their
               pale
               Commander
               Death
               ,
            
             
               (
               Kept
               hetherto
               as
               Prisoners
               beneath
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               should
               haue
               seene
               the
               light
               of
               Sun
               )
            
             
               Hearing
               vvhat
               Man
               against
               his
               God
               hath
               done
               ,
            
             
               Scorne
               longer
               to
               obey
               grimme
               Plutoes
               Lavves
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               vvill
               forth
               ,
               and
               vindicate
               Gods
               cause
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               hauock
               amongst
               Rebels
               doe
               they
               make
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               soules
               send
               dovvne
               to
               stygian
               lake
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               By
               the
               effects
               judge
               ADAM
               of
               thy
               fault
               ,
            
             
               These
               mischiefes
               are
               the
               purchase
               thou
               hast
               bought
               ,
            
             
               Corruption
               is
               the
               house
               ,
               the
               land
               large
               vvoes
               ,
            
             
               In
               vvhich
               though
               vvith
               teares
               vvat'red
               ,
               no
               good
               grovves
            
             
               At
               hovver
               of
               death
               ,
               making
               thy
               latest
               vvill
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               vs
               bequeth'st
               this
               legacie
               of
               ill
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               Executor
               Satan
               doest
               trust
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               though
               a
               Banckrupt
               ,
               yet
               in
               this
               is
               just
               ,
            
             
               And
               takes
               such
               care
               ,
               that
               joyntlie
               vvith
               our
               breath
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               doe
               receaue
               thy
               legacie
               of
               death
               .
               
            
             
               Hence
               doe
               proceed
               ,
               if
               vvee
               reuolue
               out
               fate
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvoes
               vvhich
               follovv
               Mans
               accursed
               state
               .
            
             
               Hence
               those
               afflictions
               that
               attend
               our
               vvaies
               ,
            
             
               Those
               sad
               Catastroph's
               of
               our
               vvretched
               daies
               .
            
             
               Hence
               that
               vnequall
               share
               of
               joyes
               and
               paine
               ,
            
             
               A
               drop
               of
               pleasure
               ,
               but
               of
               vvoe
               a
               maine
               .
            
             
               O
               hadst
               thou
               lou'd
               God
               more
               !
               EVE
               not
               so
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               vvould'st
               haue
               left
               vs
               heires
               of
               Heau'n
               ,
               not
               Hell.
               
            
          
           
             
               VVee
               see
               vvhen
               substances
               doe
               passe
               avvaie
            
             
               The
               emptie
               shaddovves
               ,
               can
               no
               longer
               staie
               .
            
             
               But
               thou
               like
               to
               the
               Moth
               dost
               liue
               ,
               foule
               sin
            
             
               Hauing
               destroy'd
               the
               soule
               ,
               thou
               vveart
               borne
               in
               
            
             
               Pleasures
               ,
               vvhose
               shade
               thou
               art
               ,
               long
               since
               are
               past
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               thy
               foule
               making
               Essence
               still
               doth
               last
               .
            
             
               Hence
               vgly
               Monster
               ,
               vvhy
               staiest
               thou
               behind
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               Hang-man
               of
               the
               spotted
               mind
               ?
            
             
               To
               NAAMANS
               leprosie
               art
               thou
               a
               kin
               ,
            
             
               And
               must
               still
               sticke
               to
               the
               defiled
               skin
               ?
               
            
             
               Vnlesse
               vvith
               floudes
               of
               teares
               so
               oft
               as
               he
            
             
               In
               Iordans
               Riuer
               vvas
               ,
               thou
               clensed
               be
               .
            
             
               Great
               God
               bring
               all
               men
               to
               the
               sacred
               floud
               ,
            
             
               All
               Nations
               be
               baptiz'd
               in
               IESVS
               bloud
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               In
               the
               first
               age
               ,
               vvhen
               vvorld
               did
               nevv
               begin
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               many
               raines
               thou
               did'st
               drovvne
               Man
               and
               sin
               
            
             
             
               Againe
               vnto
               the
               vvatry
               flouds
               giue
               scope
               ,
            
             
               Againe
               the
               Cataracts
               of
               Heau'n
               set
               ope
               .
            
             
               VVee
               not
               of
               Abana
               and
               Pharphar
               dreame
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               must
               bee
               curd'e
               in
               onely
               Iordans
               streame
               .
               
            
             
               Blest
               streame
               vvhich
               from
               thy
               mercies
               head
               doth
               rise
            
             
               And
               thence
               descending
               runneth
               through
               our
               eies
               :
            
             
               VVaters
               beginning
               from
               earthes
               slimie
               vaines
               ,
            
             
               Not
               able
               are
               to
               purifie
               our
               staines
               .
            
             
               Such
               are
               those
               teares
               ,
               vvhich
               from
               Hels
               feare
               do
               grovv
               ,
            
             
               Such
               are
               those
               teares
               ,
               vvhich
               from
               selfe-loue
               do
               flow
               .
            
             
               The
               raine
               vvhich
               this
               detested
               elfe
               must
               drovvne
               ,
            
             
               Must
               from
               aboue
               ,
               must
               from
               high
               heau'n
               come
               dovvne
               .
            
             
               VVherefore
               salt-teares
               ,
               for
               sin
               send
               dovvne
               apace
               ,
            
             
               (
               O
               happie
               dying
               in
               such
               streames
               of
               grace
               .
               )
            
             
               A
               sea
               of
               griefe
               in
               eu'ry
               place
               abound
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               vvaues
               let
               vgly
               sin
               be
               drovvn'd
               .
            
             
               Each
               one
               of
               vs
               a
               sinners
               title
               beares
               ,
            
             
               Let
               vs
               be
               MAGDALENS
               in
               shedding
               teares
               .
            
             
               Of
               Hesebon
               ,
               large
               Fish-pondes
               be
               our
               eyes
               :
               
            
             
               The
               vvaters
               vvofull
               plaintes
               ,
               the
               fish
               sad
               cries
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               doest
               thou
               meane
               my
               Muse
               ,
               vvhy
               gadst
               thou
               so
               ?
               
            
             
               Recall
               thy selfe
               ,
               and
               let
               the
               Monster
               goe
               :
            
             
               A
               better
               object
               shall
               delight
               thy
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               Pulcheria
               ,
               the
               faire
               ,
               the
               vvise
               ,
            
             
               Of
               vvhom
               to
               rule
               ,
               shall
               Theodosius
               learne
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               vvhen
               he
               dyes
               ,
               leaue
               her
               his
               Empires
               stearne
               .
            
             
               Had
               Aristotle
               liued
               in
               her
               Court
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               vvould
               haue
               deem'd
               ,
               his
               pollicies
               to
               short
               .
            
             
               Had
               hee
               beheld
               the
               actions
               of
               her
               life
               ,
            
             
               Her
               sexe
               should
               haue
               resembled
               Delphos
               knife
               .
            
             
               VVhilst
               shee
               vvho
               did
               vvith
               such
               a
               grace
               obaye
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               ample
               Scepters
               ,
               vvith
               like
               justice
               svvaye
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               much
               to
               her
               our
               Christian
               vvorld
               doth
               ovve
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Fathers
               gath'red
               by
               great
               LEO
               shovve
               ,
            
             
             
               Shee
               doth
               on
               necke
               of
               proud
               Nestorius
               tread
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               vvith
               his
               foyle
               bruiseth
               the
               Serpents
               head
               .
            
             
               All
               actes
               of
               vvorthie
               vveomen
               counted
               be
               ,
            
             
               None
               for
               the
               Church
               hath
               done
               so
               much
               as
               shee
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               heare
               you
               saie
               ,
               vvas
               her
               desert
               so
               much
               ,
            
             
               VVhy
               then
               as
               if
               there
               neuer
               had
               bene
               such
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               so
               litle
               heareth
               of
               her
               name
               ,
            
             
               No
               publike
               meetings
               solemnize
               her
               fame
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               I
               imagine
               Easterne
               Empires
               losse
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               added
               to
               our
               Christian
               vveale
               this
               crosse
               ,
            
             
               Or
               thinke
               our
               God
               vnto
               some
               latter
               daies
               ,
            
             
               The
               solemne
               honors
               of
               his
               Sainte
               delaies
               .
            
             
               Meane
               time
               I
               vvish
               such
               vertue
               to
               my
               Quill
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvith
               her
               praise
               ,
               I
               might
               all
               Countries
               fill
               .
            
             
               And
               teach
               the
               vvorld
               that
               in
               Pulcheria
               stood
            
             
               Tvvo
               rarely
               meeting
               graces
               ,
               Great
               and
               Good
               :
            
             
               Tvvo
               other
               opposites
               vveare
               likevvise
               freinds
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               priuate
               thoughts
               did
               ayme
               at
               publike
               ends
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               since
               (
               great
               Queene
               )
               my
               forces
               are
               to
               vveake
               ,
            
             
               A
               better
               vvorke-man
               shall
               thy
               glorie
               speake
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               a
               Pencill
               rul'de
               by
               heau'nly
               Arte
               ,
            
             
               Delineate
               diuers
               Pictures
               ,
               as
               thou
               vvearte
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               vvhen
               they
               are
               presented
               to
               our
               sight
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               'le
               forth-vvith
               saie
               ,
               here
               is
               Pulcheria
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               Faire
               Austria
               seat
               of
               greatnesse
               ,
               honors
               tree
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhose
               braunches
               through
               the
               vvorld
               dilated
               bee
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               Land
               ,
               vvhat
               Kingdome
               doth
               not
               make
               great
               suite
            
             
               To
               haue
               a
               plant
               deriued
               from
               thy
               roote
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               I
               an
               ample
               Roll
               of
               CAeSARS
               shovv
               ,
            
             
               Or
               for
               great
               Monarkes
               to
               HESPERIA
               goe
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               I
               recount
               hovv
               Hungarie
               and
               Beme
            
             
               Haue
               gouern'd
               bene
               ,
               and
               kept
               good
               by
               this
               stem
               ?
            
             
               Or
               shall
               I
               thinke
               Bauarias
               Duke
               so
               good
               ,
            
             
               Because
               his
               vaines
               doe
               flovv
               vvith
               AVSTRIAN
               bloud
               ?
            
             
             
               In
               large
               descentes
               of
               this
               illustrious
               line
               
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               rare
               Pulcherias
               doe
               shine
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               vvee
               of
               MARGARETS
               and
               MARIES
               tell
               ,
            
             
               In
               vvhom
               Pulcherias
               many
               virtues
               dvvell
               ?
            
             
               The
               vvhich
               vvhen
               vvee
               in
               vaine
               begin
               to
               count
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               'le
               judge
               hovv
               much
               the
               patterne
               did
               surmount
               .
            
             
               CORNELIA
               (
               Mother
               of
               that
               vvorthie
               paire
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               fates
               vnvvorthie
               of
               their
               virtues
               vveare
               )
            
             
               Thou
               scorn'st
               to
               haue
               a
               Crovvne
               come
               on
               thy
               head
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               must
               be
               bought
               vvith
               Ptolomeus
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Iudging
               more
               honour
               in
               thy
               vviddovvs
               state
               ,
               
            
             
               Then
               to
               be
               stil'd
               the
               King
               of
               Aegypts
               mate
               :
            
             
               Though
               in
               thy
               Noble
               sons
               consists
               thy
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               giue
               vnto
               our
               Austrian
               Ladies
               place
               :
            
             
               Of
               vvhom
               hovv
               many
               Scepters
               shall
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               Husband
               svveetest
               IESVS
               choose
               ?
            
             
               And
               those
               vvhom
               Heau'ns
               vvill
               haue
               a
               Paean
               sing
               ,
            
             
               At
               Hymens
               tryumphs
               ,
               shall
               great
               Rodulphs
               bring
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvith
               a
               bended
               knee
               and
               vvarlike
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               add
               nevv
               Kingdomes
               to
               their
               natiue
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               shall
               the
               vvorld
               be
               vvarm'd
               by
               Austrias
               son
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               our
               Britaine
               shall
               no
               good
               be
               done
               ?
            
             
               Must
               vvee
               be
               ouer-past
               ,
               as
               if
               vvee
               stood
            
             
               Vnder
               the
               Arctike
               Pole
               ,
               vvhere
               comes
               no
               good
               ?
               
            
             
               Yee
               gentle
               heau'ns
               forbid
               ,
               novv
               is
               the
               time
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Austria
               shall
               giue
               our
               Northerne
               Clime
            
             
               A
               MARIE
               ,
               vvho
               like
               the
               fourth
               EDVVARDS
               heire
               ,
            
             
               In
               vvhom
               combin'd
               the
               diff'rent
               Roses
               vveare
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               make
               vvars
               Trumpet
               euermore
               to
               cease
               ;
            
             
               And
               blesse
               our
               ENGLAND
               vvith
               eternall
               peace
               .
            
             
               Impious
               Hostilitie
               shall
               end
               :
               no
               more
            
             
               Shall
               Christian
               blades
               be
               sheat'hd
               in
               Christian
               gore
               ,
            
             
               But
               Spaine
               and
               Albion
               joyn'd
               'gainst
               IESVS
               foe
               ,
            
             
               In
               Ievvrie
               land
               the
               bloudie
               CROSSE
               shall
               shoe
               ,
            
             
               And
               once
               againe
               recou'ring
               Salems
               tovvne
               ,
            
             
               From
               top
               of
               Mesquites
               cast
               their
               halfe
               moones
               dovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Take
               courage
               mightie
               PRINCESSE
               at
               thy
               birth
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               Heau'ns
               vnto
               the
               Vniuersall
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               Did
               promise
               many
               blessings
               :
               thou
               art
               shee
               ,
            
             
               In
               vvhom
               the
               vvorld
               Irenes
               times
               shall
               see
               :
            
             
               Againe
               ,
               Iconoclasts
               shall
               leaue
               their
               sect
               ,
            
             
               And
               curse
               to
               Hell
               ,
               their
               impious
               neglect
            
             
               Of
               these
               faire
               Pictures
               ,
               better
               taught
               to
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               That
               adoration
               doth
               further
               goe
            
             
               Then
               the
               bare
               Image
               ;
               vvhich
               of
               vvood
               or
               stone
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorkman
               frames
               ,
               and
               in
               it
               life
               hath
               none
               .
            
             
               Vnapt
               ,
               to
               vvhom
               vvee
               should
               our
               Acts
               direct
               ,
            
             
               Abstracting
               from
               all
               relatiue
               respect
               .
            
             
               But
               vvhen
               to
               Images
               vvee
               honour
               giue
               ,
            
             
               Gods
               Saints
               are
               honour'd
               ,
               vvho
               vvith
               him
               do
               liue
               ,
            
             
               So
               vvhen
               each
               knee
               to
               name
               of
               IESVS
               bends
               .
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               glorious
               selfe
               ,
               the
               honour
               tends
               .
            
          
           
             
               Themistocles
               ,
               as
               hee
               vvalkes
               Athens
               streetes
               ,
            
             
               In
               euery
               corner
               Marathonia
               meetes
               .
            
             
               As
               he
               beholds
               painted
               vpon
               each
               vvall
               ,
            
             
               The
               Persians
               conque'rd
               by
               Athenians
               fall
               .
               
            
             
               He
               sees
               Miltiades
               ,
               vvith
               plumie
               crest
               ,
            
             
               Like
               
                 Thracian
                 Mauors
              
               ,
               animate
               the
               rest
               .
            
             
               VVhose
               diuine
               virtue
               in
               that
               bloudie
               feild
               ,
            
             
               Made
               numberlesse
               to
               a
               small
               number
               yeild
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               hee
               's
               astonish't
               ,
               casting
               then
               his
               eyes
            
             
               Backe
               to
               his
               youth
               ,
               and
               vvanton
               daies
               ,
               he
               cries
               .
            
             
               At
               last
               he
               speakes
               :
               O
               vvould
               I
               had
               no
               sight
               !
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               not
               behold
               Marathons
               fight
               ?
            
             
               VVould
               I
               vveare
               deafe
               ,
               that
               I
               might
               no
               more
               heare
            
             
               Of
               Trophies
               vvhich
               Miltiades
               did
               reare
            
             
               In
               Marathonian
               feildes
               .
               The
               children
               sing
               ,
            
             
               The
               verie
               vvalles
               Miltiades
               doe
               ring
               .
            
             
               In
               eu'rie
               place
               sound
               Ecchoes
               of
               his
               fame
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               I
               lie
               buried
               in
               the
               grane
               of
               shame
               .
            
             
             
               But
               ah
               !
               let
               mee
               more
               ponder
               ,
               and
               not
               crie
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               vvas
               this
               Man
               so
               honour'd
               ,
               more
               then
               I
               ?
            
             
               Had
               not
               Miltiades
               (
               in
               each
               place
               nam'de
               )
            
             
               A
               bodie
               of
               the
               selfe-same
               substance
               framde
               .
            
             
               VVith
               my
               claie
               Carcase
               :
               haue
               not
               I
               a
               share
               ,
            
             
               As-vvell
               as
               he
               ,
               in
               a
               Caelestiall
               ayre
               ?
            
             
               This
               soule
               vvhich
               in
               my
               house
               of
               durt
               doth
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               aequall
               his
               ;
               that
               it
               doth
               not
               so
               vvell
            
             
               Performe
               her
               functions
               ,
               I
               my selfe
               must
               blame
               ;
            
             
               VVho
               so
               vvith
               svveets
               ,
               effeminate
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Had
               hee
               as
               I
               ,
               in
               Tauerns
               spent
               his
               daies
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               had
               bene
               noe
               Eccho
               of
               his
               praise
               .
            
             
               Had
               he
               as
               I
               bene
               daily
               drovvn'de
               in
               vvine
               ,
            
             
               His
               statues
               had
               no
               other
               bene
               then
               mine
               .
            
             
               His
               statues
               vvhich
               are
               objects
               of
               my
               eies
               ,
            
             
               His
               statues
               vvhich
               are
               causes
               of
               these
               cries
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               me
               be
               good
               ,
               and
               valiant
               as
               hee
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               vvill
               statues
               consecrate
               to
               mee
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               hath
               done
               to
               him
               :
               heere
               ,
               heere
               shall
               stand
               ,
            
             
               My
               follies
               period
               ,
               vvith
               a
               drunkards
               hand
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               vvrite
               no
               more
               an
               ignominious
               booke
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               the
               after-times
               my
               shame
               shall
               looke
               .
            
             
               But
               vvith
               Heroike
               deedes
               ,
               and
               vveapons
               dinte
               ,
            
             
               My
               name
               on
               front
               of
               Athens
               foes
               I
               'le
               print
               .
            
             
               There
               ,
               there
               ,
               the
               vvorld
               ,
               vvhi'lst
               lasteth
               the
               worlds
               frame
            
             
               In
               glorious
               Characters
               shall
               read
               my
               name
               .
            
             
               You
               my
               youths
               deities
               ,
               I
               bid
               adievv
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               no
               more
               to
               sacrifice
               to
               you
               :
            
             
               For
               drunken
               Bacchus
               cups
               I
               'le
               vse
               the
               speare
               ,
            
             
               For
               Venus
               fauours
               in
               my
               helme
               I
               'le
               vveare
            
             
               Deaths
               grizly
               face
               .
               I
               'le
               goe
               the
               vvorld
               about
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               vvill
               finde
               a
               nevv
               Marathon
               out
               .
            
             
               (
               Novv
               is
               conceiu'd
               a
               Salaminian
               fight
               ,
            
             
               So
               much
               mooues
               virtue
               ,
               virtues
               painted
               sight
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               hauty
               CAIVS
               CAeSAR
               ,
               cannot
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               ALEXANDERS
               statue
               makes
               him
               vveepe
               .
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               (
               and
               sighs
               )
               at
               my
               yeares
               PHILIPS
               son
               ,
            
             
               Conq'uerd
               the
               vvorld
               :
               and
               (
               beast
               )
               vvhat
               haue
               I
               done
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               I
               at
               home
               alvvaies
               ignobly
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               babe
               sucke
               milke
               at
               my
               Mam's
               breast
               ,
            
             
               No
               no
               ,
               as
               he
               my
               Monuments
               of
               fame
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               raise
               :
               or
               die
               in
               persuite
               of
               a
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               son
               the
               Portratures
               of
               vvorthy
               Knights
               ,
               
            
             
               Sets
               in
               his
               Pallace
               ,
               that
               their
               very
               sights
               ,
            
             
               May
               moue
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               the
               succeeding
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               attempting
               of
               heroicke
               things
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               I
               behold
               my
               IESVS
               on
               the
               Rood
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               armes
               extended
               ,
               shed
               his
               pretious
               bloud
               :
            
             
               Hovv
               am
               I
               moou'd
               ?
               and
               vvhen
               I
               knovv
               for
               me
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               God
               vvas
               nayled
               thus
               vpon
               a
               tree
               .
            
             
               Doth
               he
               not
               Preach
               ,
               although
               he
               make
               no
               noyse
               ?
            
             
               (
               His
               only
               Picture
               is
               a
               Preaching
               voice
               .
               )
            
             
               The
               Sermon
               thus
               beginnes
               :
               behold
               Gods
               Son
            
             
               Hath
               so
               much
               suff'red
               ,
               and
               hath
               so
               much
               done
            
             
               For
               thy
               soules
               health
               ,
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               enter
               in
            
             
               Heau'ns
               gates
               ,
               and
               freed
               be
               from
               hell
               and
               sin
               .
            
             
               That
               thou
               eternally
               shouldst
               vvith
               mee
               raigne
               :
            
             
               I
               for
               thy
               sins
               ,
               am
               as
               a
               victime
               slaine
               .
            
             
               This
               Picture
               represents
               vnto
               thy
               sight
               ,
            
             
               My
               loue
               to
               thee
               in
               Golgoth's
               bloudie
               fight
               :
            
             
               VVhere
               although
               in
               the
               battaile
               I
               did
               die
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               made
               I
               sin
               vvith
               death
               and
               hell
               to
               flie
               .
            
             
               VVeare
               thou
               the
               spoiles
               of
               that
               tryumphant
               daie
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               spoyles
               are
               grace
               ,
               and
               glories
               Crovvne
               for
               aye
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               As
               I
               this
               vvofull
               spectacle
               doe
               vievv
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               actes
               must
               follovv
               ,
               vvhat
               affects
               ensue
               ?
            
             
               Doe
               not
               I
               IESVS
               loue
               ,
               vvho
               shed
               his
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               avvaie
               the
               lets
               vvhich
               'gainst
               mee
               stòod
               .
            
             
             
               In
               my
               pretension
               to
               the
               promist
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               di'de
               to
               abrogate
               that
               vvriting
               hand
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               decree
               (
               and
               should
               haue
               had
               its
               course
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               great
               IESVS
               disannull'd
               his
               force
               )
            
             
               Doe
               I
               not
               vveep
               ?
               yes
               ,
               yes
               ,
               not
               cruell
               Ievves
               ,
            
             
               But
               my
               transgressions
               IESVS
               did
               misuse
               .
            
             
               I
               ,
               I
               ,
               vyld
               vvretch
               ,
               vvith
               vvickednesse
               and
               sin
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               temples
               crovvn'd
               ;
               and
               vvith
               faults
               tore
               his
               skin
               .
            
             
               As
               I
               see
               IESVS
               oft
               faint
               in
               the
               vvaie
               ,
            
             
               And
               CYRENEVS
               helpe
               him
               ,
               I
               thus
               saie
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               vvonder
               that
               our
               IESVS
               cannot
               goe
               ,
            
             
               The
               vveight
               of
               my
               transgressions
               load
               him
               soe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               I
               not
               sin
               detest
               vvhen
               Gods
               sole
               son
               ,
            
             
               Sin
               only
               to
               destroie
               so
               much
               hath
               done
               :
            
             
               And
               knovv
               hovv
               hatefull
               sin
               is
               in
               Gods
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               to
               appease
               him
               no
               Host
               can
               suffice
               ,
            
             
               No
               victime
               make
               him
               his
               dravvne
               vveapon
               sheath
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               his
               Sons
               sacrifice
               ,
               and
               ISAACS
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iulian
               deface
               that
               Portraiture
               vvhich
               shee
            
             
               Erects
               ,
               vvhom
               IESVS
               from
               the
               fluxe
               set
               free
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               so
               the
               memorie
               might
               alvvaies
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Of
               benefit
               receiu'd
               by
               IESVS
               hand
               :
            
             
               At
               foote
               against
               Iconoclasts
               shall
               preach
               
            
             
               An
               herbes
               rare
               virtue
               ,
               vvho
               vvhen
               it
               shall
               reach
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               garments
               hemme
               ,
               IESVS
               shall
               daine
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               virtue
               of
               it
               to
               cure
               eu'rie
               paine
               .
            
             
               Cast
               dovvne
               this
               statue
               (
               renegate
               )
               and
               so
               ,
            
             
               In
               IESVS
               picture
               shevv
               thy selfe
               his
               foe
               .
            
             
             
               And
               vvhen
               thou
               hast
               it
               broken
               in
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               Erect
               thine
               ovvne
               foule
               Picture
               in
               its
               place
               .
            
             
               That
               from
               heau'n
               comming
               dovvne
               a
               firie
               blast
               ,
            
             
               May
               burne
               thy
               Portrature
               ,
               and
               to
               earth
               cast
               .
            
             
               Shall
               vvee
               haue
               Iulians
               in
               our
               vvretched
               age
               ,
            
             
               Shevv
               against
               IESVS
               Crucifixe
               their
               rage
               ?
            
             
               These
               Pictures
               vvhich
               in
               such
               fayre
               order
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Must
               they
               be
               vvith
               a
               sacrilegious
               hand
            
             
               Cast
               out
               our
               Church
               ?
               Shall
               Gentle-men
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               SEBASTIAN
               shed
               his
               manly
               goare
               ,
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               cause
               ?
               and
               vvith
               the
               Martyrs
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Be
               animated
               manfully
               to
               fight
               .
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               faith
               ?
               shall
               they
               not
               ALBAN
               see
               .
            
             
               Beheaded
               by
               sterne
               Emperours
               decree
               ,
            
             
               For
               hiding
               in
               his
               house
               ,
               'gainst
               Kesars
               lavves
               ,
            
             
               Iehouas
               Priest
               ?
               and
               making
               here
               a
               pause
               .
            
             
               Incourage
               thus
               themselues
               ,
               this
               is
               our
               case
               ,
            
             
               Vilde
               Pursiuants
               haue
               IESVS
               Priests
               in
               chase
               :
            
             
               VVe
               vvill
               them
               intertaine
               ,
               and
               if
               vvee
               die
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               vvinges
               of
               blest
               eternitie
               vvee
               le
               flie
            
             
               To
               highest
               heau'n
               ,
               and
               there
               vvith
               ALBAN
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               for
               like
               cause
               ,
               vvith
               ALBAN
               haue
               bene
               slaine
            
          
           
             
               Had
               thy
               great
               house
               (
               faire
               ESTHER
               )
               bene
               so
               good
               ,
            
             
               If
               Leopoldus
               had
               not
               pictur'd
               stood
               ?
               
            
             
               Telling
               his
               Nephevves
               ti
               's
               a
               Princes
               grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               as
               high
               in
               Sanctitie
               as
               place
               .
            
             
               Each
               virtue
               in
               a
               Monarkes
               brest
               must
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               He
               must
               as
               SAVL
               the
               multitude
               excell
               .
            
             
               By
               shoulders
               then
               the
               rest
               ,
               he
               must
               be
               higher
               ,
            
             
               Carried
               aloft
               vvith
               a
               Caelestiall
               fier
               .
            
          
           
             
               Take
               Pictures
               hence
               ,
               vvhere
               is
               the
               idiots
               booke
               ?
            
             
               Our
               Faith
               's
               deepe
               Mysteries
               therein
               to
               looke
               .
            
             
               In
               Images
               ,
               the
               vn-taught
               svvaine
               shall
               read
               ,
            
             
               That
               CHRIST
               for
               him
               is
               borne
               ,
               for
               him
               doth
               bleed
               .
            
             
             
               Hee
               shall
               as
               he
               sees
               IESVS
               borne
               so
               poore
               ,
               
            
             
               Conceiue
               that
               pouertie
               in
               it
               hath
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               the
               vvorld
               thinkes
               ;
               affection
               shall
               him
               make
               .
            
             
               Loue
               the
               svveete
               babe
               ,
               borne
               poorely
               for
               his
               sake
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               Ianus
               double
               fac'de
               the
               nevv
               yeare
               brings
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               shall
               behold
               the
               off'rings
               of
               the
               Kings
               :
            
             
               And
               learne
               those
               Kings
               vvho
               offer
               presents
               ,
               are
            
             
               First
               fruits
               of
               Gentiles
               ,
               guided
               by
               a
               starre
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               God
               vvould
               not
               haue
               holy
               Pictures
               stand
               ,
            
             
               To
               grace
               his
               Church
               ;
               vvhy
               vvas
               the
               cut
               off
               hand
            
             
               of
               Damascene
               restor'd
               by
               MARIES
               praire
               ?
            
             
               VVhose
               Pictures
               in
               his
               bookes
               defended
               are
               .
            
             
               If
               vvorshipping
               of
               Images
               be
               nought
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               taxe
               thee
               (
               Angels
               Empresse
               )
               vvith
               a
               fault
               .
            
             
               VVhy
               didst
               thou
               giue
               him
               his
               hand
               backe
               againe
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               Images
               Relligion
               did
               sustaine
               ?
            
             
               Can
               such
               a
               one
               finde
               fauour
               in
               thy
               sight
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               for
               Idolatries
               defence
               doth
               vvrite
               ?
            
          
           
             
               If
               vvorshipping
               of
               Images
               be
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Heau'ns
               Queene
               ,
               let
               me
               aske
               thee
               vvhy
               dost
               thou
               fill
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               vvith
               miracles
               ,
               and
               no
               vvhere
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               vvhere
               thy
               statues
               Catholikes
               adore
               ?
            
             
               Had
               not
               (
               vouchsafe
               to
               ansvveare
               mightie
               Queene
               )
            
             
               Aegyptian
               MARIE
               thy
               faire
               picture
               seene
               .
            
             
               And
               praid
               before
               it
               ,
               should
               not
               her
               blest
               soule
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               still
               remained
               ,
               as
               a
               Blacke-more
               foule
               ?
            
          
           
             
               From
               IESVS
               Mother
               ,
               I
               'le
               goe
               to
               her
               son
               ,
            
             
               And
               humbly
               aske
               of
               him
               vvhat
               he
               hath
               done
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               the
               Messenger
               made
               backe
               to
               beare
               ,
            
             
               His
               holy
               picture
               to
               Edessas
               Pere
               :
            
             
               As
               he
               vvith
               Virtue
               vvonderfull
               did
               place
            
             
               In
               Berenices
               hand-kercher
               his
               face
               .
            
             
               Each
               follovving
               age
               vvill
               reuerence
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               for
               superstition
               must
               haue
               blame
               .
            
             
             
               Pictures
               ,
               he
               saith
               are
               good
               ,
               but
               they
               are
               nought
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               haue
               their
               goodnesse
               into
               question
               brought
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               not
               our
               English
               Queenes
               see
               HELEN
               make
            
             
               A
               holy
               journey
               for
               deuotion
               sake
            
             
               To
               Salem
               tovvne
               ?
               vvhere
               miracles
               forth-bring
               ,
            
             
               The
               scepter
               of
               our
               vvith-thornes
               Crovvned
               King.
            
             
               (
               As
               on
               King
               SALOMON
               the
               daughters
               stand
            
             
               Of
               Sion
               gazing
               this
               vvas
               in
               his
               hand
               .
               )
            
             
               This
               scepter
               long
               time
               hid
               in
               holy
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Is
               by
               deuotion
               of
               this
               Empresse
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               Part
               of
               it
               she
               vnto
               Byzantium
               brings
               ,
            
             
               (
               So
               much
               that
               age
               did
               esteeme
               holy
               things
               )
            
             
               Part
               vnto
               Rome
               ,
               vvhere
               pietie
               doth
               build
            
             
               Marmorean
               Temples
               ,
               and
               deuotion
               yeild
            
             
               Iust
               honours
               to
               those
               Reliques
               ,
               vvhich
               did
               beare
            
             
               IESVS
               ,
               as
               hee
               o're
               hell
               did
               Tropheies
               reare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Doth
               not
               this
               Queene
               of
               those
               foure
               nayles
               make
               much
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               holied
               vveare
               by
               IESVS
               bodies
               touch
               ?
            
             
               In
               her
               Sons
               Diadem
               she
               placeth
               one
               ,
            
             
               (
               VVhich
               giues
               more
               grace
               ,
               then
               any
               Iaspar
               stone
               .
            
             
               And
               teacheth
               CONSTANTINE
               although
               he
               raine
               ,
            
             
               That
               hee
               's
               his
               substitute
               vvhom
               Nayles
               did
               paine
               )
            
             
               Tvvo
               shee
               doth
               in
               his
               bridle
               raines
               inclose
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               him
               safe
               from
               menaces
               of
               foes
               .
               
            
             
               As
               IVSTINE
               on
               his
               head
               these
               raines
               vvill
               vveare
               ,
            
             
               The
               Feindes
               of
               Hell
               him
               dare
               not
               once
               come
               neare
               .
            
             
               Hell
               as
               yet
               mindfull
               of
               Caluaria
               fight
               .
            
             
               Is
               daunted
               vvith
               these
               reliques
               only
               sight
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVho
               hath
               not
               hard
               of
               angrie
               ADRIAS
               vvaues
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               millions
               of
               ships
               haue
               found
               their
               graues
               ?
            
             
               But
               novv
               that
               passage
               shall
               no
               more
               be
               so
               ,
            
             
               For
               HELEN
               the
               
                 fourth
                 nayle
              
               vvill
               in
               it
               throe
               ,
            
             
               And
               hee
               vvho
               vvith
               his
               death
               made
               all
               things
               eu'n
               ,
            
             
               Firming
               a
               lasting
               peace
               t'vvixt
               earth
               and
               heau'n
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               VVill
               giue
               the
               sanctifyed
               Nayle
               a
               force
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               billovves
               leaue
               their
               vvonted
               course
               .
            
             
               Neptune
               appeaseth
               euery
               troubled
               vvaue
               ,
            
             
               (
               So
               great
               a
               virtue
               holy
               Reliques
               haue
               :
               )
            
             
               On
               euery
               vvall
               vvhy
               should
               not
               Ladies
               see
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Such
               stories
               and
               by
               them
               instructed
               be
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               vveare
               the
               actions
               of
               renovvned
               Dames
            
             
               In
               antient
               times
               ,
               vvhere-vvith
               they
               made
               their
               names
            
             
               In
               catologue
               of
               Saints
               to
               be
               enro'lde
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               Fames
               trumpe
               in
               after-times
               extold
               .
               
            
             
               VVhy
               should
               not
               euery
               vvall
               and
               corner
               Preach
            
             
               And
               vvhat
               religion
               HELEN
               vvas
               of
               teach
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Oh
               vvicked
               daies
               of
               ours
               !
               vvhen
               Danaes
               rape
               ,
            
             
               And
               naked
               Goddesses
               immodest
               shape
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               an
               Apple
               they
               contention
               had
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               descided
               by
               the
               Phrygian
               lad
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               vvorkes
               of
               Aretines
               lasciuious
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               curiously
               in
               chambers
               painted
               stand
               .
            
             
               Casting
               lust
               darts
               through
               vvindovves
               of
               the
               eie
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               luxurious
               thoughts
               make
               the
               soule
               die
               .
            
             
               But
               Images
               of
               Christ
               ,
               his
               Mother
               ,
               Saints
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               pietie
               and
               true
               deuotion
               paintes
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               sacrilegious
               hand
               shall
               be
               defa'st
               ,
            
             
               In
               peeces
               broake
               ,
               and
               out
               of
               Churches
               cast
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               darkest
               shades
               let
               Manes
               euer
               bide
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               tvvo
               impious
               sons
               on
               either
               side
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvorship
               due
               to
               Reliques
               first
               did
               blame
               ,
            
             
               And
               pietie
               fond
               superstition
               name
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               make
               Hell
               resound
               vvith
               vvofull
               plaints
               ,
            
             
               For
               their
               impietie
               'gainst
               God
               and
               Saints
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               enough
               that
               Infidels
               and
               Ievves
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               Gods
               and
               his
               Saints
               Images
               abuse
               .
            
             
               Doe
               euerlasting
               pennance
               for
               their
               fault
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               our
               Christian
               vvorld
               be
               better
               taught
               .
            
             
             
               Let
               none
               vvho
               in
               our
               common
               vvealth
               doe
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               For
               such
               impietie
               goe
               dovvne
               to
               Hel.
            
             
               Let
               all
               vvho
               are
               vvasht
               in
               great
               IESVS
               name
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               bended
               knee
               humblie
               adore
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Let
               all
               vvho
               IESVS
               ,
               and
               his
               friends
               affect
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               Tabernacles
               of
               his
               Saincts
               respect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Surely
               blest
               Nymph
               errours
               detested
               night
            
             
               Thy
               happie
               times
               shall
               turne
               to
               faire
               daie
               light
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Hymenaean
               Torches
               are
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               By
               vvhich
               this
               good
               to
               Britaine
               shall
               be
               done
               .
            
             
               For
               Gods
               Eternall
               vvisdome
               by
               vvhose
               hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               is
               gouern'd
               as
               it
               first
               did
               stand
               ,
            
             
               By
               a
               proportion'd
               meanes
               vvill
               bring
               to
               passe
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               but
               in
               vaine
               by
               force
               attempted
               vvas
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVee
               joye
               to
               read
               as
               sacred
               stories
               count
               ,
            
             
               That
               Clodoue
               vvas
               to
               the
               holy
               Font
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               Clotilda
               brought
               :
               the
               Lombards
               King
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               Ledolinda
               to
               the
               true
               faith
               bring
               ,
               
            
             
               Thy
               Auncestors
               the
               Gothes
               are
               likevvise
               seene
               ,
            
             
               Reuok'd
               from
               Errors
               by
               their
               pious
               Queene
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVho
               vvounded
               vveare
               by
               great
               Achilles
               speare
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               same
               vveapon
               to
               be
               cured
               vveare
               .
            
             
               Against
               a
               Scipio
               vvho
               vvas
               Caesars
               foe
               .
            
             
               In
               Caesars
               armie
               doth
               a
               Scipio
               goe
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               as
               Melania
               by
               her
               blinde
               guide
               taught
               ,
            
             
               Errors
               of
               Origen
               to
               great
               Rome
               brought
               ,
            
             
               VVhere-vvith
               opinion
               of
               an
               holy
               name
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               and
               Ruffinus
               did
               dilate
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               As
               Debora
               did
               not
               Marcella
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               the
               erring
               .
               Romaines
               ope
               their
               eies
               ?
            
             
               Made
               shee
               not
               Barach
               to
               stretch
               out
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               to
               flight
               the
               nevv-sprung
               errors
               bands
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lyons
               vvhelpe
               of
               Iuda
               shall
               oppose
            
             
               His
               force
               against
               that
               Lyons
               force
               ,
               vvho
               goes
            
             
             
               About
               the
               vvorld
               ,
               seeking
               each
               vvhere
               to
               eate
            
             
               (
               The
               soules
               of
               men
               are
               this
               fierce
               Lyons
               meate
               .
               )
               
            
             
               In
               Edens
               Garden
               the
               curs'd
               tree
               did
               grovv
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               fruit
               vvas
               death
               ,
               leaues
               sicknesse
               ,
               branches
               vvoe
               :
            
             
               In
               top
               of
               Golgotha
               must
               spring
               a
               tree
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhich
               from
               these
               miseries
               shall
               set
               vs
               free
               .
            
             
               ●nne
               vvas
               the
               EVE
               vvhich
               gaue
               vs
               our
               deaths
               vvound
               ,
            
             
               MARIE
               the
               vvoman
               is
               ,
               shall
               make
               vs
               sound
               .
            
             
               A
               lavvlesse
               Mariage
               ENGLAND
               did
               vndoe
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               vvish't
               for
               Mariage
               ENGLAND
               shall
               renue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Against
               their
               King
               (
               vvhen
               ABSALON
               vvas
               slaine
               )
            
             
               Rebellious
               SEBA
               moues
               the
               Tribes
               againe
               ;
            
             
               But
               a
               vvise
               vvoman
               in
               Abela
               tovvne
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               SEBAS
               head
               from
               Cittie
               vvalles
               cast
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               death
               of
               a
               seditious
               Knaue
               ,
            
             
               From
               IOABS
               furie
               doth
               her
               people
               saue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               vvee
               be
               troubled
               vvith
               eternall
               jarres
               ,
            
             
               VVill
               no
               ALCIDES
               giue
               end
               to
               the
               vvarrs
               ,
            
             
               And
               Hollands
               many
               headed
               HYDRA
               kill
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhich
               doth
               vvith
               tumults
               our
               North-climate
               fill
               ?
            
             
               This
               Monster
               hath
               a
               Cockatrices
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Threatning
               to
               Monarkes
               ,
               and
               all
               Kingdomes
               death
               :
            
             
               No
               DIONS
               novv
               ,
               no
               BRVTI
               liue
               againe
               ,
            
             
               Detesting
               lavvlesse
               tyrannie
               should
               raigne
               ;
            
             
               But
               Athens
               thirtie
               tyrants
               ,
               and
               Romes
               ten
               
            
             
               VVill
               change
               a
               Monarchy
               for
               diuerse
               men
               .
            
             
               Religion
               is
               too
               poore
               a
               Maske
               to
               hide
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Treason
               that
               it
               should
               not
               be
               espide
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 vvorld
                 be
                 taught
                 that
                 breach
                 of
                 Faith
                 to
                 Kings
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 First
                 Heresie
                 ,
                 then
                 Atheisme
                 ,
                 then
                 Hell
                 brings
                 ,
              
            
             
               VVho
               doe
               contremne
               the
               Church
               their
               Mothers
               lore
               ,
            
             
               VVill
               at
               the
               last
               acknovvledge
               CHRIST
               no
               more
               ;
            
             
               And
               vvee
               haue
               seene
               them
               count
               it
               a
               small
               losse
               ,
            
             
               For
               Turkish
               Moones
               to
               change
               the
               Christian
               CROSSE
            
          
           
             
             
               My
               vvorthy
               Countrie-men
               ,
               vvhy
               are
               you
               slaues
            
             
               To
               Brevvers
               ,
               Coblers
               ,
               Basket-making
               Knaues
               ?
            
             
               VVhy
               doe
               you
               voluntarie
               your selues
               thrust
            
             
               To
               patronize
               a
               cause
               as
               Hell
               vn-just
               ?
            
             
               You
               ansvvere
               that
               you
               part
               of
               Holland
               take
               ,
            
             
               For
               the
               Lords
               vvord
               ,
               and
               for
               his
               Gospell
               sake
               .
            
             
               The
               Gospell
               saies
               ,
               let
               CAeSAR
               haue
               his
               due
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               for
               the
               Gospell
               fight
               you
               then
               ,
               thinke
               you
               ?
               
            
             
               Thieues
               their
               Kings
               rob
               ,
               and
               you
               against
               all
               lavv
               ,
            
             
               That
               thieues
               may
               keep
               stolne
               goods
               ,
               your
               vveapons
               draw
            
          
           
             
               But
               if
               you
               nearer
               to
               their
               Gospell
               looke
               ,
            
             
               You
               le
               finde
               it
               is
               a
               Matchiuilian
               booke
               :
            
             
               VVherein
               each
               leafe
               containeth
               damned
               things
               ,
            
             
               Conspiracies
               ,
               and
               treasons
               against
               Kings
               .
            
             
               Sovving
               sedition
               amongst
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               sleepe
               safe
               in
               their
               Cacus
               den
               .
            
             
               Let
               vvartes
               destroie
               France
               ,
               Germanie
               ,
               and
               Beme
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               doe
               they
               care
               ,
               so
               vvarres
               be
               far
               from
               them
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               Gospel
               can
               they
               haue
               ,
               vvhere
               Turks
               ,
               vvhere
               Ievvs
            
             
               Their
               Synagogues
               ,
               and
               prophane
               Mesquits
               vse
               ?
            
             
               Is
               not
               their
               Amsterdam
               the
               drugs
               ,
               the
               fex
               ,
            
             
               The
               sinke
               of
               all
               impuritie
               and
               sects
               ?
            
             
               Could
               Hannibal
               more
               sundrie
               nations
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Then
               sects
               contrarie
               in
               that
               Babell
               dvvell
               ?
            
             
               But
               that
               no
               matter
               is
               ,
               Ievv
               Atheist
               ,
               Turke
               ,
            
             
               So
               he
               defie
               the
               Pope
               ,
               is
               of
               their
               Kirke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Moreouer
               can
               rebellions
               cause
               be
               just
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               thieues
               true
               Lords
               out
               of
               possession
               thrust
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               if
               a
               D'
               Alua
               bore
               a
               heauie
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Must
               they
               forth-vvith
               vp
               in
               rebellion
               band
            
             
               Against
               their
               King
               ,
               and
               take
               from
               him
               his
               ovvne
               ▪
            
             
               If
               so
               :
               vvhat
               Prince
               can
               sit
               safe
               in
               his
               throne
               ?
            
             
               Le
               ts
               praie
               that
               Princes
               may
               doe
               vvhat
               is
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               vvith
               trait'tous
               armes
               against
               them
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               you
               doe
               not
               examine
               much
               their
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Their
               friendship
               you
               into
               the
               action
               dravves
               .
            
             
               VVhy
               should
               you
               take
               such
               tyrants
               for
               your
               freinds
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               affect
               none
               but
               for
               their
               priuare
               ends
               ?
            
             
               Let
               Massacres
               in
               remote
               Indies
               shevv
               ,
            
             
               If
               Holland
               be
               our
               ENGLANDS
               friend
               or
               no.
            
             
               Oh
               that
               our
               Seas
               could
               speake
               :
               vve
               soone
               should
               heare
            
             
               VVhat
               good-vvill
               Hollanders
               to
               ENGLAND
               beare
               :
            
             
               Let
               jestes
               ,
               let
               scoffes
               ,
               let
               mockes
               at
               King
               ,
               and
               state
            
             
               Make
               knovvne
               their
               litle
               loue
               ,
               if
               not
               great
               hate
            
             
               To
               Prince
               and
               vs
               :
               as
               helpes
               haue
               bene
               deni'de
               ,
            
             
               To
               backe
               their
               Heresie
               ,
               their
               theft
               ,
               their
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ill-nurturde
               svvaines
               ,
               not
               taught
               vvhat
               is
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               A
               God
               on
               earth
               ,
               a
               Consecrated
               thing
               .
               
            
             
               DAVID
               laments
               ,
               that
               he
               cut
               his
               Kings
               coate
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               these
               vvith
               open
               mouth
               ,
               vvith
               open
               throate
               ,
            
             
               Gods
               Vice-roies
               bite
               ,
               their
               royall
               actions
               blame
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               frumpes
               ,
               vvith
               quips
               Monarchs
               expose
               to
               shame
               .
            
             
               Let
               base
               Typhaeus
               brood
               ,
               vvhose
               pride
               is
               such
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               the
               holie
               ones
               of
               God
               dare
               touch
               
            
             
               VVith
               slandring
               libels
               ,
               expiate
               such
               vvrongues
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               losse
               of
               hands
               ,
               and
               forfeiture
               of
               tongues
               .
            
             
               Yea
               let
               such
               Caitiues
               for
               blaspheming
               die
               ,
            
             
               (
               VVho
               touch
               Kings
               ,
               touch
               the
               apple
               of
               Gods
               eie
               .
               )
            
             
               Let
               eu'ry
               Simei
               ,
               eu'ry
               slandring
               Knaue
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               saucy
               Eupolis
               misfortune
               haue
               .
            
             
               And
               here
               their
               often
               mention'd
               Tempel
               fayles
               ,
            
             
               T'
               is
               Satans
               Ghost
               ,
               vvhich
               against
               Princes
               rayles
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               the
               vvhole
               vvorld
               is
               in
               combustuous
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Subjects
               against
               their
               Kings
               each
               vvhere
               conspire
               :
               
            
             
               Base-borne
               Abimelech
               his
               brethren
               kills
               ,
            
             
               Mis-gotten
               Mansfield
               Realmes
               vvith
               rapine
               fills
               .
            
             
               And
               all
               these
               mischiefes
               fram'd
               ,
               this
               vvorld
               of
               harmes
            
             
               In
               Hollands
               Aetna
               ,
               vvhere
               Cyclops
               make
               armes
               .
            
             
             
               For
               Hells
               black
               Prince
               ,
               'gainst
               God
               himselfe
               to
               fling
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sions
               Citie
               to
               destruction
               bring
               .
            
             
               Let
               none
               it
               contrarie
               to
               reason
               thinke
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               haue
               temper'd
               some
               gall
               vvith
               my
               incke
               ?
            
             
               VVhen
               I
               doe
               heare
               base
               Eupolis
               so
               bold
               ,
            
             
               To
               rayle
               at
               Kings
               ,
               my
               splene
               I
               cannot
               hold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Though
               I
               at
               vices
               ,
               not
               at
               persons
               ayme
               ,
            
             
               I
               affect
               Holland
               ,
               but
               rebellion
               blame
               :
            
             
               And
               let
               the
               Netherlanders
               once
               be
               good
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               cashire
               this
               their
               rebellious
               mood
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               Religion
               teacheth
               againe
               bring
            
             
               VVonted
               obedience
               to
               
                 Hesperias
                 King.
              
            
             
               Reasons
               and
               thousand
               arguments
               I
               'le
               frame
               ,
            
             
               To
               eternise
               industrious
               Hollands
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Meane
               vvhile
               vvill
               none
               inspir'd
               vvith
               heau'nly
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Fore-tel
               hovv
               Spaines
               great
               King
               shall
               sacke
               proud
               Tyres
            
             
               VVill
               no
               Ioues
               seed
               once-more
               in
               Lerna
               lake
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               many
               heads
               from
               this
               foule
               Hydra
               take
               ?
            
             
               No
               
                 Iohn
                 de
                 Austria
              
               their
               cities
               vvin
               ,
            
             
               No
               Parma
               take
               reuolting
               Holland
               in
               ?
            
             
               No
               demi-god
               (
               better
               then
               other
               men
               )
            
             
               Grapple
               vvith
               theiuish
               Cacus
               in
               his
               den
               ?
            
             
               
                 (
                 Cacus
              
               vvho
               hath
               his
               Father
               Vulcans
               shape
               ,
            
             
               Cacus
               vvho
               liues
               by
               Homicide
               and
               rape
               .
               )
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               :
               our
               God
               vvill
               not
               haue
               Iury
               land
               ,
            
             
               Set
               free
               alone
               by
               valiant
               Barachs
               hand
               :
            
             
               But
               Iabins
               captaine
               pearced
               in
               the
               head
               
            
             
               By
               Iahels
               vvife
               ,
               shall
               at
               her
               feete
               fall
               dead
               .
            
             
               Ambitious
               Ammon
               euer
               looking
               high
               ,
            
             
               By
               Esters
               Prayers
               hanged
               aloft
               shall
               die
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Great
               Princesse
               thou
               art
               Iudith
               ,
               by
               vvhose
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Proud
               Holofernes
               leader
               of
               Hells
               bands
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               vanquisht
               be
               :
               thou
               art
               Abelas
               Dame
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhose
               Nuptiall
               rites
               shall
               Holland
               Rebells
               tame
               ,
            
             
             
               Seditious
               Sebas
               head
               shall
               buy
               a
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               the
               Tribes
               submission
               vvars
               shall
               cease
               .
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               Pulcherias
               birth
               ,
               her
               state
               ,
               her
               face
            
             
               In
               the
               attempt
               of
               great
               things
               haue
               her
               grace
               :
            
             
               So
               let
               thy
               Actions
               crovvne
               thy
               life
               vvith
               praise
               ,
            
             
               That
               after-times
               thy
               Monuments
               may
               raise
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               thy
               Ancestors
               their
               Nephevv
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Excite
               to
               enterprise
               of
               vvorthie
               things
               ;
            
             
               So
               be
               thy
               deeds
               thy
               royall
               issues
               booke
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               hovv
               they
               shall
               liue
               ,
               they
               alvvaies
               looke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Antiquitie
               doth
               of
               an
               Atlas
               count
               ,
            
             
               On
               his
               backe
               bearing
               vp
               Olympus
               mount
               ,
               
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               is
               vvise
               Atlas
               ,
               by
               his
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Sion
               vvas
               built
               ,
               and
               on
               his
               backe
               it
               standes
               .
            
             
               Our
               Atlas
               dies
               ,
               vvho
               shall
               supplie
               his
               place
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               he
               left
               heires
               of
               this
               supporting
               grace
               ?
            
             
               Firme-pillars
               of
               best
               marble
               compos'd
               all
               ,
            
             
               Beare
               Sion
               on
               their
               backes
               ,
               that
               it
               not
               fall
               .
            
             
               (
               VVho
               in
               Gods
               Church
               vvill
               haue
               a
               Pillars
               part
               ,
            
             
               Must
               be
               vvell
               practiz'd
               in
               the
               bearing
               art
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hath
               not
               truths
               selfe
               his
               promise
               giu'n
               that
               those
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               tryumph
               ouer
               their
               Infernall
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               in
               his
               Church
               be
               Pillars
               ;
               vvhilst
               no
               frovvne
               ,
            
             
               No
               Hellish
               violence
               can
               cast
               them
               dovvne
               ?
            
             
               VVhen
               vve
               see
               thee
               (
               Great
               CHARLES
               )
               vanquish
               each
               foe
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               doth
               in
               battaile
               against
               virtue
               goe
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               vvee
               behold
               in
               all
               thy
               actes
               such
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               vvee
               promise
               thee
               a
               Pillars
               place
               ?
            
             
               Of
               IESVS
               Church
               a
               Pillar
               thou
               shalt
               be
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               IESVS
               Church
               shall
               be
               borne
               vp
               by
               thee
               .
            
             
               VVith
               Hercules
               (
               vvhere
               Sol
               his
               steedes
               doth
               vvet
               )
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               thy
               Monuments
               and
               Columnes
               set
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvrite
               
                 non
                 vltra
              
               to
               the
               after-daies
               ,
            
             
               Forbidding
               all
               to
               aequalize
               thy
               praise
               ,
            
             
             
               VVhilest
               no
               great
               Monarke
               ,
               nor
               great
               Monarkes
               Son.
            
             
               Shall
               doe
               so
               much
               for
               Church
               ,
               as
               thou
               hast
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               first
               place
               vvrought
               by
               IESVS
               cunning
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Most
               eminent
               doth
               SIMON
               PETER
               stand
               .
               
            
             
               To
               PETER
               next
               vvhilst
               '
               he
               supporteth
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               IESVS
               Church
               a
               Pillars
               place
               hath
               PAVLE
               ,
            
             
               A
               cruell
               death
               ,
               vvhich
               did
               tvvo
               vvhole
               daies
               last
               ,
               
            
             
               Could
               not
               firme
               ANDREVV
               to
               the
               Earth
               dovvne
               cast
               .
            
             
               Great
               IAMES
               ,
               IOHNS
               brother
               ,
               and
               ZEBEDIES
               child
               ,
            
             
               By
               HEROD
               kild
               ,
               and
               Spains
               Apostle
               stil'd
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhether
               he
               vvent
               ,
               and
               vvith
               victorious
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               faith
               subu'de
               that
               noble
               land
               ,
            
             
               IOHN
               of
               vvhite
               Marble
               made
               ,
               though
               his
               out-side
            
             
               VVas
               gold
               in
               fyerie
               flames
               refin'd
               and
               tride
               .
            
             
               VVas
               not
               vvhite
               marble
               his
               Parthenian
               brest
               ?
            
             
               Of
               Golden
               loue
               vvas
               not
               made
               all
               the
               rest
               ?
            
             
               THOMAS
               eternall
               Monuments
               shall
               haue
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Indians
               ,
               vvhere
               he
               hath
               his
               graue
               .
            
             
               SIMON
               ,
               THADDEVS
               ,
               PHILIP
               ,
               holy
               IAMES
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               vvondrous
               virtue
               either
               knee
               proclaimes
               .
            
             
               Rough
               BARTHOLMEVV
               vvithout
               ,
               though
               faire
               vvithin
               ,
            
             
               (
               for
               IESVS
               name
               Tyrant
               pul'd
               off
               his
               skin
               .
               )
            
             
               For
               IPHIGENIA
               HIRTAOVS
               may
               frovvne
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               kil
               blest
               MATTHEVV
               ,
               but
               not
               cast
               him
               dovvne
               .
            
             
               MATTHIAS
               vvhom
               the
               holy
               Ghost
               did
               chose
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               that
               place
               vvhich
               Iscariot
               did
               lose
               .
            
             
               Sermons
               of
               BBRNABE
               vvill
               teach
               vvhat
               can
               ,
               
            
             
               Persvvasions
               vvhich
               proceed
               from
               a
               good
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               Of
               the
               same
               matter
               ,
               of
               vvhich
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               Th'Apostles
               vveare
               composde
               ,
               yet
               knovv
               ,
               that
               vvhen
            
             
               IESVS
               them
               Columnes
               in
               his
               Church
               did
               place
               :
            
             
               Hee
               so
               them
               temp'red
               vvith
               caelestiall
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               mauger
               anie
               vvinde
               or
               aduerse
               blast
               ,
            
             
               They
               keepe
               their
               place
               ,
               yea
               rather
               stand
               more
               fast
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               last
               perfection
               ,
               and
               supremest
               forme
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               giuen
               them
               ,
               vvhen
               as
               the
               vvisht-for
               storme
               
            
             
               Of
               diuine
               grace
               ,
               and
               clouen
               tongues
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Made
               the
               roome
               shake
               ,
               vvhere
               Christs
               friends
               did
               retire
               ,
            
             
               Before
               this
               storme
               ,
               a
               silly
               vvenches
               frovvne
               ,
               
            
             
               Did
               cast
               the
               chiefest
               of
               the
               Pillars
               dovvne
               .
            
             
               CEPHAS
               as
               to
               him
               a
               poore
               Damzell
               calls
               ,
            
             
               Denies
               his
               IESVS
               ,
               miserably
               falls
               :
            
             
               But
               once
               confirmed
               by
               this
               devv
               of
               grace
               ,
            
             
               No
               threats
               ,
               no
               vvhips
               ,
               can
               make
               him
               leaue
               his
               place
               .
            
             
               Nay
               hee
               esteemeth
               honours
               badge
               that
               shame
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhich
               he
               endureth
               for
               great
               IESVS
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               thundring
               Cannon
               at
               vvhose
               Eccho
               quake
            
             
               Strong
               Citties
               ,
               vvhilest
               his
               bullets
               their
               vvalls
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               fire
               shall
               make
               him
               vse
               his
               voice
               ,
            
             
               Is
               sport
               for
               children
               ,
               ineriment
               for
               boies
               :
            
             
               They
               plaie
               vvith
               him
               ,
               they
               roule
               him
               heare
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               vpon
               his
               backe
               they
               ride
               ,
               not
               feare
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               once
               fire
               enflame
               the
               charged
               Gun
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               doth
               not
               quake
               ,
               and
               from
               his
               fury
               run
               ?
            
             
               So
               haue
               I
               seene
               ,
               the
               stoutest
               harts
               looke
               pale
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               they
               heard
               his
               thunder
               ,
               their
               heads
               vaile
               :
            
             
               Before
               Gods
               Ghoast
               did
               IESVS
               friends
               inspire
               ,
            
             
               PETER
               a
               Canon
               vvas
               but
               vvithout
               fire
               :
            
             
               No
               maruell
               then
               though
               at
               a
               vvomans
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               daunted
               vveare
               ,
               and
               fell
               dovvne
               to
               the
               ground
               .
            
             
               But
               after
               God
               had
               put
               an
               holy
               flame
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               this
               Canon
               ,
               and
               discharg'de
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               Cittie
               vvas
               there
               ,
               vvhat
               defensiue
               vvall
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               vvith
               his
               thunder-bolt
               he
               made
               not
               fall
               ?
            
             
               I
               passe
               hovv
               ANANIA's
               and
               his
               vvife
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               his
               breaths
               only
               foarce
               did
               loose
               their
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               CAINE
               built
               a
               tovvne
               nam'de
               Rome
               ,
               the
               vvals
               were
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Errour
               and
               Paganisme
               did
               liue
               vvithin
               ,
            
             
             
               Deriu'de
               by
               a
               long
               progenie
               from
               CAINE
               ,
            
             
               In
               this
               same
               Citie
               did
               proud
               Nero
               raigne
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               decreeing
               in
               the
               tovvne
               to
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               it
               his
               ovvne
               Empires
               seate
               to
               make
               .
            
             
               So
               beats
               the
               vvals
               vvith
               CEPHAS
               Cannon
               shot
               ,
            
             
               That
               at
               the
               last
               the
               batt'red
               tovvne
               is
               got
               .
            
             
               Idolatrie
               and
               superstition
               flie
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               errors
               in
               the
               Cittie
               die
               .
            
             
               There
               IESVS
               makes
               his
               seate
               ,
               and
               there
               vvill
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               Sun
               giues
               light
               ,
               flouds
               run
               into
               the
               maine
               .
            
          
           
             
               T
               is
               true
               the
               last
               time
               ,
               that
               this
               peice
               did
               roare
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               burst
               in
               tvvo
               that
               IESVS
               hoast
               no
               more
            
             
               As
               earst
               could
               vse
               him
               :
               so
               vvhen
               Spartans
               flie
               ,
            
             
               EPAMINONDVS
               doth
               Victorious
               die
               .
            
             
               Did
               Philistims
               or
               SAMSON
               the
               field
               loose
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               at
               his
               death
               he
               kil'd
               three
               thousand
               foes
               ?
            
             
               And
               vvhen
               in
               Golgotha
               Golias
               head
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               IESVS
               is
               strucke
               off
               ,
               is
               IESVS
               dead
               ,
            
             
               But
               potent
               God
               forth-vvith
               the
               broke-peece
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               making
               sound
               againe
               in
               Sion
               plast'e
            
             
               Vpon
               the
               Battlements
               ,
               vvhence
               he
               hurts
               more
            
             
               Our
               aduersaries
               ,
               then
               he
               did
               before
               .
            
             
               Petitions
               are
               the
               bullets
               ,
               vvhich
               he
               throvves
               ,
            
             
               From
               vpper
               ground
               ,
               and
               vvith
               them
               Kils
               our
               foes
               :
            
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             POEME
             ,
             OF
             THE
             HOLIE
             NAME
             OF
             IESVS
             .
             The
             second
             Booke
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               ARGVMENT
               .
            
             
               
                 Of
                 IESVS
                 flesh
                 
                   (
                   AMBROSIAN
                
                 meate
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Of
                 Bell
                 ,
                 of
                 Architects
                 vvee
                 treate
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               THE
               hovvre
               did
               novv
               approach
               ,
               in
               vvhich
               men
               dine
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               see
               a
               Table
               set
               vvith
               bread
               and
               vvine
            
             
               Besides
               these
               tvvo
               nothing
               at
               all
               vvas
               pla'st
               ,
            
             
               No
               daintie
               dishes
               to
               content
               the
               tast
               .
            
             
               VVho
               vvould
               not
               judge
               such
               silly
               Cates
               vnfit
               ,
            
             
               For
               Potentates
               ,
               vvhom
               there
               vvee
               see
               to
               sit
               ?
            
             
               But
               vvonder
               not
               though
               the
               fare
               simple
               seeme
               ,
            
             
               The
               Maister
               of
               the
               Feast
               vvill
               haue
               vs
               deeme
            
             
               By
               the
               effects
               his
               banquets
               vvorth
               ,
               and
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               That
               best
               things
               make
               not
               alvvaies
               the
               best
               shovv
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               surely
               CLEOPATRAS
               Royall
               feaste
               ,
            
             
               VVherevvith
               shee
               entertain'd
               her
               Romaine
               guest
               .
            
             
               Nor
               ASSVERVS
               banquet
               to
               his
               states
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               sacred
               volume
               vvith
               such
               care
               relates
               :
            
             
             
               No
               not
               the
               Manna
               vvhich
               the
               Ievves
               did
               eate
               ,
            
             
               Can
               be
               compar'd
               vvith
               this
               Caelestiall
               meate
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               dyet
               hath
               such
               virtue
               as
               this
               food
               :
               
            
             
               Mortall
               to
               make
               immortall
               ,
               vvicked
               good
               ?
            
             
               Is
               your
               soule
               sicke
               ?
               eat
               here
               and
               it
               no
               more
            
             
               Shall
               be
               diseas'd
               ;
               heer
               's
               Physicke
               for
               each
               sore
               .
            
             
               This
               bread
               makes
               strong
               this
               vvine
               our
               armes
               doth
               cheare
            
             
               The
               Royall
               banner
               of
               CHRISTS
               CROSSE
               to
               beare
               ,
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               as
               the
               fancy
               objects
               ,
               vvhich
               are
               ill
            
             
               Conceiues
               ,
               and
               represents
               them
               to
               the
               vvill
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               the
               short
               pleasure
               of
               an
               idle
               thought
               ,
            
             
               May
               vvith
               the
               soules
               eternall
               losse
               be
               bought
               .
            
             
               Heer
               's
               Bread
               (
               vvhich
               God
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               vvombe
               of
               sacred
               Virgin
               bake
               ,
            
             
               Heating
               the
               Ouen
               vvith
               Charities
               best
               fire
               ,
            
             
               The
               fevvell
               vvas
               many
               a
               Chast
               desire
               :
            
             
               The
               Loaues
               vvith
               name
               of
               IESVS
               marked
               be
               ,
            
             
               Hauing
               his
               hands
               and
               feet
               nayld
               to
               a
               tree
               .
               )
            
             
               In
               such
               occasions
               heer
               's
               that
               mistique
               bread
               ,
            
             
               In
               vision
               seene
               ,
               vvhich
               Madians
               bloud
               shall
               shed
               .
            
             
               And
               put
               the
               Easterne
               multitude
               to
               flight
               :
               
            
             
               Zeb
               and
               Zalmana
               their
               tvvo
               chieftaines
               smite
               ;
            
             
               The
               svvord
               of
               Gedeon
               ,
               vvhich
               loose
               Venus
               Boye
            
             
               Shall
               profligate
               ,
               his
               Darts
               ,
               his
               shafts
               destroye
               .
               
            
             
               Corne
               of
               the
               chosen
               ,
               substance
               of
               the
               good
               ,
            
             
               Expelling
               bad
               desires
               ,
               breeding
               pure
               blood
               ,
            
             
               This
               bread
               ,
               proud
               Babylon
               ,
               thy
               little
               ones
               
            
             
               VVith
               holy
               vvrath
               shall
               dash
               against
               the
               stones
               .
            
             
               This
               eleuated
               bread
               '
               boue
               top
               of
               hils
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               Priests
               heades
               I
               meane
               )
               ,
               our
               vvorld
               vvith
               plentie
               fils
               .
            
             
               ELIAS
               ,
               as
               he
               fainteth
               ,
               it
               makes
               strong
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               take
               of
               fortie
               daies
               a
               journey
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Nay
               some
               vvho
               daily
               Guests
               are
               at
               this
               feast
               ,
            
             
               Averre
               for
               truth
               that
               vvhat
               meate
               you
               like
               best
               :
               
            
             
               VVhat
               your
               taste
               pleaseth
               ,
               bee
               it
               flesh
               or
               fish
               ,
            
             
               You
               shall
               haue
               here
               in
               this
               Caelestiall
               dish
               .
            
             
               Manna
               such
               vertue
               to
               haue
               had
               ,
               vve
               read
            
             
               And
               much
               more
               tast
               it
               in
               this
               heau'nly
               bread
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               Easter
               time
               you
               joye
               to
               see
               your
               Board
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               vvas
               the
               Israelites
               )
               vvith
               a
               Lambe
               stord
            
             
               Prepare
               vvith
               them
               your selues
               ;
               take
               in
               your
               hand
            
             
               A
               vvalking-staffe
               ,
               vvith
               your
               loynes
               guirded
               stand
               
            
             
               As
               Pilgrims
               doe
               (
               yours
               is
               a
               Pilgrims
               case
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               your
               Inne
               is
               ,
               heau'n
               your
               dvvelling
               place
               )
               
            
             
               Gather
               vvilde
               Lettice
               ,
               ouercome
               I
               meane
            
             
               Your
               imperfections
               ,
               and
               extirpe
               them
               cleane
               .
            
             
               Make
               of
               such
               Lettice
               sauce
               a
               Lambe
               to
               eate
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lambe
               is
               IESVS
               ,
               hee
               shall
               be
               your
               meate
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               hath
               cloth'd
               himselfe
               vvith
               a
               Lambs
               skin
               ,
            
             
               From
               Sheepe
               to
               take
               the
               heauy
               load
               of
               sin
               .
               
            
             
               Is
               it
               not
               strange
               a
               Lambe
               should
               on
               his
               backe
            
             
               Carrie
               a
               flocke
               of
               Sheep
               ,
               and
               their
               sins
               pack
               ?
            
             
               Had
               not
               our
               IESVS
               them
               supported
               so
               ,
            
             
               Not
               one
               of
               all
               the
               flocke
               to
               heau'n
               should
               goe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Eliphant
               by
               Nature
               hath
               this
               grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               furies
               heate
               ,
               yet
               if
               in
               place
            
             
               Hee
               shall
               a
               Lambe
               (
               milde
               peaces
               Embleme
               )
               see
               ,
            
             
               His
               fury
               is
               assuag'd
               ,
               his
               angers
               bee
            
             
               Forth-vvith
               made
               calme
               ;
               perchance
               some
               fel
               aspes
               tounge
            
             
               VVith
               slanders
               poison
               hath
               your
               credit
               stunge
               :
            
             
               Or
               some
               ill-nurtur'd
               groome
               eu'n
               to
               your
               face
            
             
               Opprobrious
               speeches
               giues
               ,
               vvordes
               of
               disgrace
               .
               
            
             
               Your
               case
               is
               DAVIDS
               ,
               ABSALON
               his
               hands
            
             
               Against
               you
               lifts
               ,
               and
               the
               rebellious
               bands
            
             
               Are
               vvhich
               your
               chiefe
               friends
               fil'd
               ,
               vvho
               earst
               did
               goe
            
             
               Next
               to
               your
               side
               is
               chiefe
               cause
               of
               your
               vvoe
               .
               
            
             
             
               And
               vvhere
               you
               vveare
               vvith
               benefites
               most
               kind
               ,
            
             
               There
               you
               discurtesies
               doe
               chiefly
               finde
               ,
            
             
               By
               thieuish
               Pursuiuants
               your
               goods
               you
               loose
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               Thieues
               you
               dare
               not
               once
               accuse
               .
            
             
               Per
               chance
               vvith
               IACOBS
               sons
               ,
               or
               DAVIDS
               Childe
               
            
             
               You
               blush
               to
               see
               as
               Thamar
               is
               defilde
            
             
               Kick'de
               out
               of
               doores
               ,
               after
               a
               deede
               so
               ill
            
             
               You
               vow
               you
               vvill
               incestuous
               AMMON
               Kill
               .
            
             
               You
               rage
               ,
               you
               chafe
               ,
               you
               storme
               ,
               you
               svvell
               ,
               you
               puffe
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               foming
               ADRIA
               is
               not
               halfe
               so
               rough
               .
            
          
           
             
               Come
               angrie
               Eliphant
               behold
               a
               lambe
               ,
            
             
               Meeke
               IESVS
               vvho
               in
               Paschall
               season
               came
               ;
            
             
               That
               by
               his
               death
               Man
               might
               enfranchis'd
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               slaughter
               the
               bound
               Goate
               set
               free
               .
            
             
               MOYSES
               a
               brasen
               Serpent
               did
               erect
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhich
               cured
               Israel
               vvith
               his
               sole
               aspect
               .
            
             
               Behold
               this
               Lambe
               ,
               meeke
               IESVS
               marke
               him
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               In
               him
               let
               all
               your
               meditations
               dvvell
               .
            
             
               His
               only
               sight
               vvill
               cure
               your
               inflam'd
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Chiefely
               if
               seene
               vpon
               the
               Crosses
               Rood
               .
            
             
               For
               knovv
               fierce
               Man
               ,
               this
               Lambe
               is
               Gods
               sole
               Son
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvhen
               vs
               sillie
               sheepe
               sin
               had
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvee
               by
               Tempters
               vvhistle
               led
               astraye
            
             
               Through
               vn-couth
               paths
               to
               Hell
               vvent
               the
               next
               vvay
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               our
               ruine
               grieuing
               at
               the
               hart
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               Fathers
               leaue
               he
               plai'd
               the
               Shepheards
               part
               ,
            
             
               Inuenting
               a
               proportion'd
               meanes
               to
               gaine
            
             
               The
               vvandring
               sheepe
               ,
               and
               bring
               him
               backe
               againe
               .
            
             
               Hee
               cloths
               himselfe
               vvith
               shape
               ,
               vvith
               flesh
               ,
               vvith
               skin
            
             
               VVith
               all
               of
               Man
               ,
               excepting
               only
               sin
               :
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               forme
               conuersing
               'mongst
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               teacheth
               them
               vvhat
               feeding
               place
               is
               best
               .
            
             
               Sometimes
               in
               Vallies
               and
               lovv
               Dales
               he
               goes
               ,
            
             
               As
               hovv
               vvee
               should
               our selues
               despise
               ,
               he
               shoes
               ,
            
             
             
               Auerring
               vvho
               to
               Sion
               mount
               vvill
               clyme
               ,
            
             
               Must
               gaze
               in
               these
               lovv
               pastures
               for
               a
               time
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               Gelboe
               hils
               he
               bids
               his
               sheepe
               take
               heede
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               faftie
               on
               those
               Cliffs
               to
               feed
               .
            
             
               The
               fruitfull
               shevvres
               ,
               the
               Devv
               of
               heau'nly
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               refresh
               that
               miserable
               place
               .
            
             
               There
               vve
               see
               SAVL
               on
               his
               ovvne
               svvord
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               he
               the
               Philistaean
               blades
               vvould
               flie
               
            
             
               The
               Hils
               vvith
               murdred
               VVarriors
               are
               fil'd
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               valiant
               there
               ,
               ô
               Israel
               are
               kil'd
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               are
               these
               Mountaines
               vvhere
               such
               vvorthies
               di'de
               ,
            
             
               But
               eleuated
               hils
               of
               humaine
               pride
               ?
            
             
               VVits
               ,
               vvho
               doe
               lift
               themselues
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               euer
               judge
               their
               ovvne
               opinion
               best
               .
            
             
               Such
               vvicked
               Arrius
               vvas
               ,
               and
               after
               him
            
             
               Pelagius
               ,
               of
               the
               Diuell
               each
               a
               limb
               .
            
             
               
                 Vrsacius
                 ,
                 Valens
              
               and
               the
               gelded
               sorte
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               doe
               frequent
               
                 (
                 Constantius
              
               )
               thy
               Court.
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               all
               injurious
               :
               IESVS
               grace
            
             
               Pelagius
               doth
               denie
               :
               the
               Eunuchs
               race
            
             
               Auer
               that
               God
               no
               more
               then
               they
               haue
               done
               ,
            
             
               In
               generation
               of
               his
               only
               Son
               :
            
             
               And
               Gods
               Son
               follovving
               Natures
               vvonted
               lavves
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               eternall
               being
               hath
               a
               cause
               .
            
             
               These
               and
               all
               Heretikes
               in
               Gelboe
               hils
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               fallne
               on
               their
               ovvne
               swords
               ,
               I
               meane
               their
               quils
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               times
               our
               Lambe
               on
               top
               of
               Thabor
               feedes
            
             
               The
               flocke
               instructing
               by
               Heroycke
               deeds
            
             
               Of
               diuine
               Counsails
               t
               is
               best
               there
               to
               graze
               ,
            
             
               From
               vvhence
               tovvard
               heau'nly
               Sion
               they
               may
               gaze
               :
               
            
             
               Then
               he
               inform's
               them
               of
               his
               Royall
               birth
               ,
            
             
               The
               reason
               vvhy
               he
               came
               vpon
               the
               earth
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               doth
               he
               make
               Celestiall
               Spirits
               mount
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               hee
               the
               Eight
               Beatitudes
               doth
               count
               ?
            
             
             
               Beginning
               thus
               ,
               the
               Kingdome
               of
               high
               heau'n
            
             
               To
               those
               vvho
               are
               in
               spirit
               poore
               ,
               is
               geu'n
               .
               
            
             
               You
               aske
               vvho
               are
               spiritually
               poore
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               looking
               on
               their
               nothing
               doe
               not
               soare
            
             
               VVith
               feath'red
               vvings
               of
               pride
               ,
               but
               knovving
               vvell
            
             
               That
               their
               offences
               haue
               deserued
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               They
               suffer
               injuries
               ,
               that
               so
               his
               vvrath
            
             
               They
               may
               appease
               ,
               vvhom
               sin
               offended
               hath
               .
            
             
               This
               pouertie
               had
               Israels
               forlorne
               King
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               rayling
               Simei
               at
               him
               stones
               did
               fling
               :
               
            
             
               Hee
               doth
               reflect
               as
               his
               rebellious
               son
            
             
               Against
               him
               vvarrs
               ,
               vvhat
               he
               before
               had
               done
            
             
               To
               good
               VRIAS
               ,
               and
               accepts
               this
               rod
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               deseru'd
               affliction
               ,
               sent
               from
               God.
               
            
          
           
             
               Marke
               hovv
               our
               Lambe
               doth
               earths
               possession
               giue
            
             
               To
               those
               vvho
               on
               the
               earth
               doe
               meekely
               liue
               ,
            
             
               O're
               their
               ovvne
               passions
               their
               command
               is
               great
               ,
               
            
             
               I'
               th
               land
               of
               others
               harts
               they
               haue
               a
               seate
               .
            
             
               Theirs
               is
               the
               land
               of
               euerlasting
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               vvhich
               alone
               land
               of
               the
               liuing
               is
               )
            
             
               If
               poore
               haue
               heau'n
               ,
               if
               meeke
               on
               earth
               doe
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               place
               is
               for
               the
               angrie
               left
               ,
               but
               Hell
               ?
            
             
               To
               Stygian
               pit
               ,
               vvherefore
               doth
               Thubal
               goe
               ,
            
             
               Let
               holy
               man
               by
               God
               inspired
               shovv
               .
            
             
               Because
               he
               had
               no
               Target
               to
               vvard
               blovves
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               svvordes
               and
               Launces
               to
               offend
               his
               foes
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               vvho
               doest
               our
               hands
               vvith
               vveapons
               arme
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               heaped
               injuries
               sound
               the
               alarme
               ;
            
             
               VVhen
               vve
               shall
               suffer
               opprobries
               ,
               vvhen
               wronge
               ,
            
             
               Bestovv
               on
               vs
               that
               armour
               of
               the
               strong
            
             
               Firme
               patience
               ,
               vvho
               fight
               couer'd
               vvith
               this
               shield
               ,
               
            
             
               Alvvaies
               returne
               victorious
               out
               the
               field
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               vvas
               thy
               life
               but
               a
               continuall
               paine
               ,
            
             
               A
               lasting
               labour
               to
               bring
               backe
               againe
            
             
             
               The
               vvandring
               sheepe
               ,
               and
               put
               him
               in
               such
               place
            
             
               VVhere
               holsome
               pastures
               are
               ,
               streames
               flovvvvith
               grace
               .
            
             
               VVhom
               did'st
               not
               thou
               instruct
               ,
               to
               vvhom
               not
               Preach●
            
             
               VVhom
               virtue
               not
               by
               thy
               example
               teach
               ?
            
             
               VVhen
               any
               vvith
               the
               rot
               infected
               vvare
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               vvhat
               loue
               didst
               thou
               cure
               them
               ,
               vvith
               vvhat
               care
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Herafter
               Pastors
               thou
               doest
               teach
               to
               rule
               ,
            
             
               Making
               thy
               life
               of
               eu'ry
               grace
               a
               Schoole
               .
            
             
               Thou
               bidst
               them
               oft
               remember
               Ioathans
               tale
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               vvhen
               supremacy
               vvas
               set
               to
               sale
               .
               
            
             
               The
               Figge
               ,
               the
               Vine
               ,
               the
               Oliue
               vvould
               not
               buye
            
             
               VVith
               their
               ovvne
               detriment
               a
               place
               so
               highe
               :
            
             
               Only
               the
               Thorne
               accepteth
               to
               be
               great
               ,
            
             
               (
               Thornes
               vvillingly
               doe
               sit
               in
               vpper
               seate
               )
            
             
               VVho
               follovv
               thee
               must
               choose
               the
               lovver
               end
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               thy
               heau'nly
               Father
               bid
               ascend
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               shevvst
               vvherein
               a
               Prelats
               place
               consists
            
             
               Not
               in
               good
               fare
               ,
               or
               doing
               vvhat
               he
               lists
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               haue
               complacence
               in
               being
               first
               ,
            
             
               Rather
               to
               judge
               himselfe
               therefore
               the
               vvorst
               .
               
            
             
               Not
               making
               the
               poore
               sheepe
               to
               carry
               much
            
             
               VVhen
               hee
               vvith
               his
               least
               finger
               vvill
               not
               touch
            
             
               The
               burthen
               others
               beare
               ,
               nay
               the
               right
               vvaie
            
             
               To
               gouerne
               is
               ,
               vvhen
               Prelates
               doe
               ,
               then
               saie
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               still
               thou
               doest
               to
               thy
               precepts
               joyne
            
             
               This
               Rule
               ,
               my
               seruants
               actions
               be
               like
               mine
               .
               
            
             
               Hee
               is
               a
               Monster
               in
               vvhose
               mouth
               doth
               stand
            
             
               A
               tongue
               ,
               in
               greatnesse
               vvhich
               exceeds
               his
               hand
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               such
               our
               Basan
               Pastures
               shovve
               ?
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               such
               in
               vpper
               places
               goe
               ?
            
             
               Of
               God
               and
               virtue
               they
               doe
               largely
               talke
               ,
            
             
               But
               haue
               no
               hands
               to
               vvorke
               ,
               no
               feete
               to
               vvalke
            
             
               After
               thy
               CROSSE
               ,
               such
               carry
               on
               their
               backe
            
             
               A
               Pastors
               title
               ,
               but
               the
               virtue
               lacke
               .
            
             
             
               VVho
               are
               in
               seate
               of
               supreame
               honour
               plac't
            
             
               Must
               keepe
               themselues
               from
               a
               cold
               Northren
               blast
               ,
            
             
               Icleped
               pride
               ,
               this
               had
               his
               birth
               on
               high
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               euer
               since
               contendeth
               vp
               to
               flie
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               industrie
               ,
               vvhat
               labours
               doest
               thou
               spend
            
             
               In
               gaining
               Iudas
               ?
               as
               if
               the
               vvhole
               end
            
             
               Of
               thy
               conuersing
               in
               the
               vvorld
               had
               bin
            
             
               To
               make
               this
               vvretch
               forsake
               his
               haunt
               of
               sin
               :
            
             
               And
               vvhat
               revvard
               ?
               as
               Priests
               shall
               him
               out
               tell
            
             
               Poore
               thirtie
               pence
               ,
               he
               vvill
               his
               Maister
               sell
               ?
            
             
               And
               can
               a
               Lambe
               for
               such
               a
               price
               be
               sold
               ,
            
             
               More
               vvorth
               then
               Iasons
               sheepe
               vvith
               fleece
               of
               gold
               ?
            
             
               VVhen
               at
               this
               rate
               the
               Butchers
               had
               thee
               bought
               ,
            
             
               They
               presently
               vnto
               the
               shambles
               brought
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               vvith
               thy
               death
               though
               they
               did
               meane
               to
               end
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               vvisdome
               did
               beyond
               their
               malice
               tend
               .
            
             
               Then
               thou
               didst
               thinke
               vpon
               this
               mystique
               board
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               vvith
               thy
               sacred
               flesh
               it
               should
               be
               stor'd
               ,
            
             
               Making
               theit
               furies
               ,
               vvho
               did
               thirst
               thy
               bloud
            
             
               The
               instruments
               of
               our
               eternall
               good
               .
            
             
               And
               alt'ring
               the
               old
               rites
               of
               Pascall
               sheepe
               ,
               ,
            
             
               Ordain'st
               that
               vvee
               a
               better
               Easter
               Keepe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               hautie
               Pharisies
               full
               little
               thinke
               ,
            
             
               They
               make
               a
               vvine
               shall
               be
               soule-sauing
               drinke
            
             
               For
               hated
               Gentiles
               ,
               little
               doe
               they
               dreame
               ,
            
             
               From
               IESVS
               vaines
               can
               flovv
               so
               rich
               a
               streame
               .
            
             
               Doe
               you
               thinke
               Scribes
               vvho
               sit
               on
               MOYSES
               Chaire
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvhen
               in
               high
               Priests
               house
               you
               joyned
               are
               ,
            
             
               Your
               consultation
               is
               ,
               hovv
               you
               shall
               dresse
               
            
             
               For
               Christian
               banquet
               a
               Caelestiall
               Messe
               ?
            
             
               Speake
               sacred
               Muse
               ,
               hovv
               this
               great
               Myst'rie
               came
               ,
            
             
               That
               our
               foes
               dresse
               for
               vs
               our
               Paschall
               Lambe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               cruell
               Knife
               that
               cut
               our
               IESVS
               throate
               ,
            
             
               In
               PILATES
               Hall
               vvas
               the
               base
               vulgars
               note
               .
            
             
             
               As
               they
               the
               Heau'ns
               astonish
               vvith
               their
               crie
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Barrabas
               alone
               ,
               let
               IESVS
               die
               .
               
            
             
               I
               finde
               quoth
               PILATE
               of
               his
               death
               noe
               cause
               .
            
             
               They
               ansvveare
               let
               him
               dye
               (
               our
               vvils
               are
               lavves
               .
               )
            
             
               Bring
               vvater
               ,
               from
               this
               crime
               I
               le
               vvash
               me
               free
               .
            
             
               His
               bloud
               on
               vs
               ,
               and
               on
               our
               Children
               bee
               .
            
             
               Yee
               Impious
               levves
               ,
               this
               vvas
               the
               sharpe
               edg'de
               Knife
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               did
               depriue
               meeke
               IESVS
               of
               his
               life
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               TITVS
               shall
               your
               Cittie
               vvals
               cast
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               fire
               your
               Temple
               ,
               and
               destroye
               your
               Tovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               to
               the
               vvorlds
               end
               your
               accursed
               race
            
             
               Shall
               vvander
               vagabonds
               in
               eu'ry
               place
               ;
               
            
             
               Then
               knovv
               that
               ABELS
               bloud
               ,
               vvhom
               you
               haue
               slaine
            
             
               For
               vengeance
               cries
               against
               his
               Brother
               CAINE
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               common
               vveales
               shall
               make
               you
               a
               signe
               vse
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               vvorld
               take
               notice
               you
               are
               levves
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Boyes
               hoope
               after
               you
               ,
               Dogs
               at
               you
               barke
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               you
               not
               CAINE
               the
               homicide
               his
               marke
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Before
               a
               LAMBE
               is
               for
               the
               Table
               fit
            
             
               They
               vse
               to
               fleye
               him
               ,
               aftervvards
               to
               spit
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               by
               gentle
               fires
               all
               sides
               to
               heate
               ,
            
             
               Till
               by
               degrees
               it
               be
               made
               holsome
               meate
               .
            
             
               But
               not
               the
               most
               hard-harted
               Butcher
               flaies
            
             
               The
               silly
               LAMKIN
               ,
               vvhilst
               life
               in
               it
               staies
               :
            
             
               Oh
               then
               are
               Butchers
               ,
               more
               inhumaine
               Ievves
               !
            
             
               Hovv
               cruellie
               doe
               you
               meeke
               IESVS
               vse
               ?
            
             
               As
               you
               doe
               make
               the
               Romaine
               Cohort
               strip
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvhilest
               he
               liues
               ,
               flaie
               him
               vvith
               tearing
               vvhip
               .
            
             
               From
               top
               to
               toe
               his
               skin
               they
               doe
               pull
               off
               ,
            
             
               His
               vvoundes
               your
               sport
               are
               ;
               at
               his
               paines
               you
               skoffe
               :
            
             
               Hovv
               else
               should
               his
               vvoes
               of
               all
               vvoes
               be
               chiefe
               :
            
             
               Hovv
               else
               should
               IESVS
               be
               a
               man
               of
               griefe
               ?
               
            
             
               But
               can
               your
               malice
               as
               yet
               farther
               goe
               ,
            
             
               Are
               you
               stil
               vvittie
               to
               increase
               his
               vvoe
               ?
            
             
             
               Though
               you
               did
               stab
               him
               vvith
               your
               doubled
               noate
               ,
            
             
               Of
               let
               him
               die
               ,
               although
               pul'd
               off
               his
               coate
            
             
               VVith
               many
               lashes
               ,
               yet
               nor
               Knife
               ,
               nor
               Rod
            
             
               Quite
               kils
               the
               LAMBE
               ,
               vvho
               is
               both
               Man
               and
               God.
            
             
               After
               a
               manie
               deaths
               life
               doth
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               hauing
               killed
               you
               may
               kill
               againe
               .
            
             
               You
               joye
               that
               he
               as
               yet
               not
               yeelds
               to
               fate
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               you
               longer
               may
               protract
               your
               hate
               .
            
             
               Hee
               joyes
               to
               liue
               ,
               that
               vvee
               may
               see
               hovv
               much
            
             
               Hee
               loued
               vs
               ,
               vvhose
               suffrings
               haue
               bene
               such
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               for
               vs
               ;
               our
               sins
               strucke
               euery
               blovve
               
            
             
               Our
               vvickednesse
               vvas
               cause
               of
               all
               his
               vvoe
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVittie
               Perillus
               and
               Mezentius
               sterne
            
             
               To
               torture
               shall
               of
               you
               inuentions
               learne
               .
            
             
               Proceeding
               in
               your
               malice
               you
               make
               fit
               ,
            
             
               To
               rost
               this
               holy
               Lambe
               a
               vvodden
               spit
               ,
            
             
               The
               CROSSE
               I
               meane
               ,
               to
               vvhich
               his
               feete
               and
               hands
            
             
               Your
               barb'rous
               hangmen
               tie
               vvith
               iron
               bands
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               is
               defectiue
               novv
               ?
               a
               flame
               to
               roast
            
             
               The
               victime
               ,
               and
               so
               consummate
               the
               Hoast
               :
            
             
               i
               th'
               altar
               of
               our
               IESVS
               breast
               doth
               burne
            
             
               A
               sacred
               fire
               ,
               the
               vvhich
               shall
               serue
               the
               turne
               .
            
             
               Not
               thornie
               Crovvne
               ,
               not
               vvhips
               ,
               not
               bloudie
               svveat
               ,
            
             
               Not
               Crosses
               vveight
               ,
               but
               feruorous
               loues
               heate
            
             
               Consumes
               our
               Lambe
               ,
               as
               Phoenix
               in
               his
               nest
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               dies
               midst
               flames
               of
               fierie
               brest
               .
            
             
               For
               vvere
               he
               not
               consum'd
               bysuch
               a
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               should
               an
               holocaust
               be
               rightly
               done
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Vnder
               the
               CROSSE
               to
               haue
               a
               place
               ,
               vveel'e
               sue
               
            
             
               VVhere
               vvee
               vvill
               immolated
               IESVS
               vievv
               :
            
             
               And
               vvhilste
               on
               each
               sad
               passage
               vvee
               reflect
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               le
               heale
               our
               sorrovves
               vvith
               his
               sole
               aspect
            
             
               VVhen
               vvee
               are
               angrie
               vvee
               vvill
               on
               him
               looke
               ,
            
             
               His
               taunts
               ,
               his
               griefes
               ,
               his
               vvounds
               shall
               be
               our
               booke
               :
            
             
             
               And
               as
               he
               suffers
               ,
               vvhilst
               vvee
               heare
               no
               noice
               ,
            
             
               Not
               the
               least
               sound
               of
               a
               Complainctiue
               voice
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               le
               set
               our
               spoonefull
               to
               his
               sea
               of
               vvoes
               ,
            
             
               Our
               aduersaries
               to
               his
               sauage
               foes
               ,
            
             
               And
               blush
               to
               fill
               each
               eare
               ,
               each
               place
               vvith
               mone
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               in
               respect
               of
               his
               our
               griefes
               are
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lambe
               by
               Ievves
               and
               Pharises
               thus
               drest
               ,
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               friends
               makes
               a
               continuall
               feast
               .
            
             
               But
               vvith
               vvhat
               drinke
               is
               this
               great
               banquet
               stor'de
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               Massique
               vvine
               adornes
               this
               royall
               borde
               ?
            
          
           
             
               My
               Muse
               declare
               in
               the
               ensuing
               verse
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               strange
               nature
               of
               that
               vvine
               rehearse
               ,
            
             
               The
               properties
               of
               that
               Caelestiall
               vvine
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               IESVS
               vvorthy
               ghestes
               drinke
               as
               they
               dine
               .
            
             
               Of
               vvhich
               vvhen
               you
               shall
               heare
               prodigious
               things
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               giue
               vs
               faith
               ,
               and
               knovv
               this
               liquor
               springs
            
             
               From
               Vine
               tree
               ,
               vvhich
               vvas
               set
               by
               Gods
               ovvne
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               midst
               of
               Paradise
               doth
               stand
               .
            
             
               Bee
               not
               incredulous
               this
               vvine
               doth
               grovv
            
             
               In
               IESVS
               vaines
               ,
               and
               from
               his
               vvoundes
               doth
               flovv
               ,
            
          
           
             
               The
               Hart
               vvhom
               Dogs
               haue
               almost
               at
               a
               baye
               ,
               
            
             
               Peceiuing
               that
               his
               spirits
               doe
               decaye
               ,
            
             
               Forthvvith
               vnto
               some
               Riuer
               hath
               recourse
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhere
               svvimming
               through
               ,
               he
               gathereth
               nevv
               force
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               vvhich
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               had
               but
               then
               begun
               ,
            
             
               He
               svviftly
               flies
               ,
               pursuing
               death
               to
               shun
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               soule
               of
               Man
               cloth'd
               vvith
               this
               fleshly
               furre
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               poore
               Hart
               ,
               by
               many
               cruell
               Curr
               ,
            
             
               Hunted
               to
               death
               ,
               the
               houndes
               names
               vvill
               you
               heare
               ?
            
             
               Sad
               griefe
               ,
               fond
               joye
               ,
               stearne
               vvrath
               ,
               vaine
               hope
               ,
               false
               feare
               
            
             
               These
               as
               Acteons
               Beagles
               obe'id
               Man
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               Man
               vvas
               good
               ,
               and
               reason
               vs'd
               ,
               but
               vvhen
            
             
               Man
               in
               transgression
               vvas
               the
               Deuils
               Ape
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               a
               beast
               transformed
               ,
               lost
               his
               shape
               .
            
             
             
               The
               Curs
               vvhich
               heretofore
               vvere
               kept
               in
               avve
               ,
            
             
               VVill
               novv
               obey
               no
               longer
               reasons
               lavv
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               that
               Hunters
               Dogs
               their
               Maister
               chase
               ,
            
             
               And
               oft
               bereaue
               him
               of
               his
               life
               of
               grace
               .
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               one
               vgly
               Curre
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               Icleped
               Mortall
               sin
               ,
               this
               foule-mouth'd
               hound
            
             
               By
               nature
               hath
               such
               an
               enuenom'd
               tooth
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvhere
               he
               bites
               ,
               assured
               death
               ensu'th
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Nemrod
               or
               chiefe
               Maister
               of
               the
               sport
               ,
            
             
               The
               Diuel
               is
               ,
               vvho
               vvith
               a
               gracelesse
               sorte
            
             
               Of
               vvorldlings
               ,
               sons
               of
               the
               accursed
               CAYNE
               ,
            
             
               Pursue
               the
               silly
               HARTE
               ,
               till
               hee
               be
               slaine
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               sin
               is
               done
               an
               Euge
               blovves
               the
               horne
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Huntesman
               hola
               is
               faire
               vertues
               scorne
               .
            
             
               The
               vvoods
               resound
               vvith
               base
               detractions
               voice
               ,
            
             
               Foule
               slanders
               Echo
               makes
               a
               hideous
               noyse
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               no
               temptation
               doth
               the
               soule
               assault
               ,
            
             
               They
               storme
               and
               svveare
               the
               Doggs
               are
               at
               a
               fault
               ,
            
             
               Getting
               the
               sent
               by
               customes
               tracke
               againe
               ,
            
             
               They
               and
               their
               Curres
               follovv
               the
               Chace
               amayne
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Hart
               pursu'de
               by
               such
               malitious
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Is
               tyred
               ofte
               ,
               oft
               doth
               his
               forces
               lose
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               loe
               good
               God
               (
               vvho
               the
               stai'd
               course
               of
               things
            
             
               Svveetly
               contriues
               )
               our
               Beast
               thus
               toyled
               brings
            
             
               By
               secreet
               motions
               to
               a
               pretious
               floud
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               flovves
               vvith
               streames
               of
               vvounded
               IESVS
               bloud
               .
            
             
               Through
               this
               the
               chased
               Deer
               no
               sooner
               svvims
               ,
            
             
               But
               vvith
               nevv
               strength
               he
               innouates
               his
               limbs
               :
            
             
               And
               thus
               refresht
               tovvards
               Heau'n
               he
               trippeth
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               vve
               him
               judge
               rather
               to
               flie
               then
               go
               :
            
             
               Nay
               sure
               he
               flies
               ,
               (
               his
               vvings
               are
               loue
               and
               grace
               )
            
             
               VVhere-vvith
               tovvards
               Sion
               he
               mounts
               vp
               apace
               .
            
             
               Is
               this
               blest
               Riuer
               DAVIDS
               house
               of
               Armes
            
             
               To
               furnish
               vs
               vvith
               sheilds
               against
               all
               harmes
               ?
               
            
             
             
               Or
               as
               in
               first
               creation
               great
               God
               brings
               
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               vvaters
               feth'red
               foule
               vvith
               vvings
               ?
            
             
               Barke
               ,
               barke
               yee
               Currs
               ,
               ye
               cannot
               hurte
               vs
               more
               ,
            
             
               Our
               soule
               hath
               vvings
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               Ayre
               doth
               soare
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVho
               shall
               in
               Lethes
               streames
               his
               members
               bath
            
             
               (
               Is
               it
               a
               benefite
               ?
               )
               Obliuion
               hath
            
             
               Of
               his
               past
               deedes
               ,
               forgetting
               good
               and
               ill
               ,
            
             
               (
               Else
               Poets
               vvith
               their
               lyes
               the
               vvorld
               doe
               fill
               .
               )
            
             
               On
               Alter
               table
               flovves
               a
               Lethes
               floud
               ,
            
             
               Breeding
               obliuion
               of
               each
               thing
               ,
               but
               good
               .
            
             
               VVho
               are
               vvash't
               heere
               forget
               their
               old
               desires
               ,
            
             
               Earthly
               propensions
               ,
               and
               accustom'd
               fires
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               vvonder
               then
               ,
               if
               as
               Hart
               through
               here
               passe
               ,
            
             
               He
               seeme
               to
               be
               far
               other
               then
               he
               vvas
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               I
               describe
               this
               glorious
               Nilus
               head
            
             
               VVhen
               it
               began
               ?
               As
               IESVS
               bloud
               is
               shed
               
            
             
               By
               impious
               Ievves
               on
               blest
               Caluarias
               Hill
               ,
            
             
               And
               since
               through
               Edens
               Garden
               flovveth
               still
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               as
               the
               souldiar
               vvith
               his
               Launce
               did
               ope
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               side
               ,
               he
               gaue
               the
               streame
               full
               scope
            
             
               To
               issue
               foorth
               ,
               vvhich
               hetherto
               hath
               run
               ,
            
             
               And
               euer
               shall
               vntill
               the
               vvorld
               be
               done
               .
            
             
               On
               Aegipt
               fruits
               Nilus
               bestovves
               a
               birth
               ,
            
             
               This
               Riuer
               fertill
               makes
               our
               Christian
               Earth
               .
            
             
               Once
               in
               a
               yeare
               seau'n-headed
               Nile
               or'e-flovves
               ,
            
             
               And
               benedictions
               on
               the
               land
               bestovves
               .
            
             
               Each
               daye
               ,
               each
               hovvre
               ,
               as
               AARONS
               sons
               thinke
               good
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               see
               the
               ouer-flovving
               of
               this
               floud
               .
            
          
           
             
               Fruitfull
               the
               Trees
               are
               ,
               vvhich
               in
               ordred
               ranckes
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               the
               streames
               vvatred
               grovv
               along
               the
               bankes
               .
            
             
               Among'st
               these
               flourisheth
               a
               vvell-spread
               Vine
               ,
            
             
               The
               Grape
               vvhereof
               doth
               make
               a
               royall
               VVine
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               vvhich
               our
               IESVS
               furnisheth
               his
               Feasts
               :
            
             
               None
               can
               it's
               vertue
               tell
               ,
               but
               vvho
               are
               Guests
               .
            
             
             
               O
               happie
               vines
               vvhich
               in
               Engaddy
               grovv
            
             
               VVhere
               vvine
               is
               made
               ,
               from
               vvhence
               chast
               virgins
               flow
               .
               
            
             
               VVith
               this
               vvine
               to
               be
               drunke
               ,
               feare
               not
               this
               Cup
            
             
               Ingenders
               vvorthy
               thoughts
               ,
               drinke
               it
               all
               vp
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               vvee
               
                 (
                 faire
                 Nymph
              
               )
               thy
               Austrian
               house
               and
               tree
               ,
            
             
               Throughout
               our
               Christian
               vvorld
               dilated
               see
               ,
            
             
               All
               men
               the
               greatnesse
               of
               the
               Trunke
               admire
               ,
            
             
               
                 Great
                 Kings
              
               such
               braunches
               as
               thy selfe
               desire
               .
            
             
               VVee
               doe
               reuolue
               old
               Oracles
               ,
               and
               saie
            
             
               Therefore
               doth
               Austrias
               Sun
               like
               the
               Noone
               daie
            
             
               Shine
               in
               our
               Hemisphëre
               ,
               and
               bright
               raies
               spred
               ,
            
             
               Because
               Great
               RODVLPH
               to
               this
               mistique
               bread
               ,
            
             
               By
               vs
               describ'de
               ,
               such
               pietie
               did
               shovv
               ,
            
             
               From
               his
               deuotion
               benedictions
               flovv
            
             
               Vppon
               thy
               house
               :
               my
               Muse
               vvhich
               here
               doth
               treat
            
             
               Of
               this
               rare
               MANNAH
               ,
               and
               AMBROSIAN
               meate
               ,
            
             
               Offers
               her selfe
               ,
               vvhil'st
               shee
               doth
               Manna
               sing
               ,
            
             
               To
               
                 you
                 (
                 Great
                 Princesse
              
               )
               vvho
               from
               Rodolph
               spring
               :
            
             
               And
               knovves
               ,
               though
               nothing
               else
               her
               gratious
               make
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               y
               'oule
               accept
               her
               for
               the
               Mannas
               sake
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               sacrifice
               vvhereof
               our
               Church
               doth
               boast
               ,
            
             
               VVherein
               for
               Peoples
               sins
               Gods
               Son
               is
               hoast
               ,
               
            
             
               Astonisht
               vvee
               vvith
               silence
               vvill
               passe
               o're
               ,
            
             
               And
               humbly
               him
               vvho
               is
               in
               it
               adore
               .
            
             
               VVee
               anger
               IESVS
               vvhen
               vvee
               doe
               amisse
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               our
               peace
               IESVS
               the
               victime
               is
               .
            
             
               The
               Priest
               eake
               IESVS
               is
               :
               millions
               of
               times
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               as
               many
               places
               for
               our
               crimes
            
             
               Doth
               IESVS
               offer
               victimes
               eu'rie
               daie
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               nothing
               else
               but
               Masse
               did
               saie
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Bell
               vvhich
               makes
               all
               people
               to
               repaire
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               Church
               ,
               and
               telleth
               them
               that
               there
               ,
            
             
               Gods
               seruice
               shall
               be
               done
               :
               is
               a
               straunge
               bell
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvhen
               it
               rings
               ,
               doth
               ring
               as
               strange
               a
               knell
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               It
               is
               made
               of
               the
               voices
               of
               all
               those
               
            
             
               VVho
               reason
               vse
               ;
               both
               IESVS
               friends
               and
               foes
            
             
               Serue
               as
               a
               Bell
               ,
               vvhich
               Christian
               people
               tels
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               our
               Church
               the
               true
               Religion
               dvvels
               :
            
             
               In
               Church
               describ'de
               by
               me
               ,
               built
               by
               Gods
               Son
               ,
            
             
               True
               seruice
               of
               eternall
               God
               is
               done
               .
            
             
               At
               such
               an
               houre
               ,
               at
               such
               a
               time
               of
               daie
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               himselfe
               vvill
               vouchsafe
               Masse
               to
               saie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Great
               God
               himselfe
               in
               this
               Bell
               hath
               a
               share
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               doth
               in
               his
               testaments
               declare
               ,
            
             
               That
               the
               Church
               ,
               vvhose
               foundation
               I
               haue
               laid
            
             
               Is
               that
               vvhich
               he
               'i
               th
               vvorlds
               beginning
               made
               ;
            
             
               The
               same
               vvhich
               in
               the
               Patriarchall
               daies
               ,
            
             
               And
               lavv
               of
               MOYSES
               he
               from
               earth
               did
               raise
               ,
            
             
               But
               vvas
               vnto
               a
               full
               perfection
               brought
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               IESVS
               grace
               ,
               and
               truth
               his
               Christians
               taught
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               God
               is
               angrie
               ,
               and
               doth
               tell
               vs
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               His
               Church
               did
               not
               begin
               vvith
               impious
               Caine
               ,
            
             
               But
               founded
               in
               a
               righteous
               ABELS
               bloud
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               since
               supported
               by
               his
               right
               hand
               stood
               .
            
             
               Haue
               I
               built
               vp
               my
               Church
               ,
               IEHOVA
               saith
               ,
            
             
               On
               
                 Arrius
                 ,
                 Hus
              
               ,
               on
               Magus
               faithlesse
               faith
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               so
               doe
               build
               their
               house
               ,
               build
               on
               the
               sands
               ,
            
             
               No
               longer
               then
               the
               builands
               .
            
             
               VVho
               not
               vvith
               mee
               on
               IESVS
               build
               ;
               at
               once
            
             
               Their
               Church
               shall
               perish
               ,
               vvith
               their
               rotten
               bones
               .
            
             
               But
               my
               Church
               stands
               on
               an
               immoued
               rocke
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               endure
               each
               persecutions
               shocke
               .
            
             
               No
               Ievv
               ,
               no
               Heretique
               ,
               no
               Pagans
               arme
            
             
               Can
               doe
               the
               Church
               vvhich
               I
               haue
               builded
               harme
               .
            
             
               Nay
               euery
               blustring
               vvinde
               ,
               each
               aduerse
               blast
            
             
               Make
               the
               foundation
               of
               my
               Church
               more
               fast
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               built
               a
               neate
               ,
               an
               ample
               statelie
               Kirke
               ,
            
             
               And
               dare
               these
               saie
               ,
               their
               hogsties
               are
               my
               vvorke
               ?
            
             
             
               VVith
               virtues
               Tapestrie
               my
               Church
               is
               faire
               ,
            
             
               Not
               vvith
               sins
               vgly
               ,
               as
               their
               dunge
               cartes
               are
               ,
            
             
               Perfumes
               of
               grace
               in
               my
               Church
               svvetly
               smell
               ,
            
             
               Vice
               makes
               their
               Synagogues
               a
               second
               Hell.
               
            
          
           
             
               IESVS
               (
               the
               vvorth
               of
               vvhose
               braue
               name
               vvee
               tell
               )
            
             
               Giueth
               a
               voice
               to'th
               making
               of
               our
               bell
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               speaketh
               thus
               ,
               liuing
               it
               vvas
               my
               vvill
            
             
               To
               build
               my
               Church
               and
               Cittie
               on
               a
               Hill.
            
             
               I
               built
               my
               Tempel
               on
               a
               mountaine
               high
               ,
            
             
               Conspicuous
               and
               expos'd
               to
               eu'rie
               eye
               :
            
             
               Had
               I
               made
               man
               inuisible
               to
               goe
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               vvould
               haue
               likevvise
               built
               my
               temple
               soe
               .
            
             
               I
               therefore
               spent
               a
               thirtie-three
               yeares
               time
               ,
            
             
               That
               mine
               should
               high
               perfections
               mountaine
               clime
               .
            
             
               A
               three-fould
               mountaine
               then
               Olympus
               higher
            
             
               As
               Aetna
               burning
               vvith
               perpetuall
               fier
               :
            
             
               The
               poore
               ,
               the
               chast
               ,
               the
               virtue
               vvhich
               obeies
               ,
            
             
               This
               mount
               more
               high
               then
               common
               earth
               doth
               raise
               .
               
            
             
               Good
               vvorkes
               ,
               and
               almes
               bestovved
               in
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               Make
               this
               high
               hill
               vvith
               Charitie
               to
               flame
               :
            
             
               The
               smell
               is
               likevvise
               vvonderfully
               svveete
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               Myrrhe
               and
               Frankinsence
               together
               meete
               .
            
             
               And
               that
               these
               alvvaies
               reeke
               must
               be
               the
               care
            
             
               Of
               mortifying
               actes
               ,
               and
               mentall
               praire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hovv
               then
               dare
               these
               blasphemers
               of
               my
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Saie
               I
               haue
               chosen
               for
               my
               Church
               a
               place
            
             
               VVith
               the
               earth
               euen
               ?
               those
               vvho
               neuer
               soare
            
             
               VVith
               counsailes
               vvings
               to
               heau'n
               ,
               vvhat
               haue
               they
               more
            
             
               Then
               earth
               ?
               in
               vallies
               and
               lovv
               dales
               they
               goe
            
             
               VVho
               then
               commandements
               ,
               vvill
               no
               more
               knovv
               .
            
             
               Good
               vvorkes
               not
               onely
               make
               my
               Cittie
               faire
               ,
            
             
               But
               eake
               behoofull
               for
               the
               dvvellers
               are
               .
            
             
               And
               shall
               such
               appertaine
               vnto
               my
               mount
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               of
               good
               vvorkes
               make
               none
               or
               little
               count
               ?
            
             
             
               But
               carelesly
               set
               all
               at
               sixe
               and
               seau'n
               
            
             
               And
               saie
               bare
               faith
               enough
               is
               to
               get
               Heau'n
               .
            
             
               My
               Church
               is
               not
               a
               Kennell
               for
               foule
               Dogs
               ,
            
             
               A
               nastie
               hogstie
               for
               all
               sensuall
               Hogs
               .
            
             
               Did
               not
               Iouinian
               a
               foule
               Hogstie
               make
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               from
               chaste
               life
               he
               did
               all
               merit
               take
               ?
            
             
               All
               such
               doe
               Hogsties
               vvith
               Iouinian
               build
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               to
               Virginitie
               no
               honour
               yeild
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               dare
               these
               Gerasines
               (
               feeders
               of
               svvine
               )
            
             
               Affirme
               their
               durtie
               village
               to
               be
               mine
               ?
            
             
               I
               claime
               a
               Church
               vvhich
               on
               a
               mountaine
               stands
            
             
               Such
               ,
               such
               is
               that
               vvhich
               I
               made
               vvith
               my
               handes
               .
            
             
               In
               this
               I
               giue
               remission
               of
               sin
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               none
               else
               ,
               here
               (
               people
               )
               enter
               in
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               my
               garden
               ,
               this
               my
               dvvelling
               house
               ,
            
             
               Here
               vvith
               me
               dvvels
               my
               Loue
               ,
               my
               Doue
               ,
               my
               Spouse
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Church
               my
               sheepefold
               is
               :
               sheepefold
               and
               sheepe
            
             
               VVith
               my
               ovvne
               mouth
               I
               did
               bid
               PETER
               keepe
               .
            
             
               And
               shall
               I
               thinke
               my
               Church
               and
               sheepfold
               theare
            
             
               VVhere
               my
               chiefe
               Vicar
               PETER
               hath
               no
               care
               ?
            
             
               Those
               Synagogues
               ,
               vvhere
               Cephas
               hath
               no
               Keie
            
             
               Are
               shambles
               ,
               vvherein
               butchers
               the
               sheepe
               slaie
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               in
               my
               Church
               (
               vvhat
               nation
               can
               so
               boast
               ?
               )
            
             
               For
               peoples
               sins
               offer
               my selfe
               an
               Hoast
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               die
               therefore
               ,
               therefore
               I
               did
               bleed
            
             
               That
               I
               my
               friendes
               might
               vvith
               my
               ovvne
               flesh
               feed
               .
               
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               vvounded
               vaines
               a
               Vine
               might
               grovv
            
             
               From
               vvhence
               a
               Nectar
               (
               drinke
               of
               Gods
               )
               should
               flovv
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               you
               behold
               such
               Nectar
               and
               such
               fare
            
             
               Goe
               in
               ;
               there
               is
               my
               feast
               ,
               there
               my
               guests
               are
               .
            
             
               But
               be
               assur'de
               there
               is
               no
               feast
               of
               mine
            
             
               VVhere
               you
               no
               more
               haue
               then
               bare
               Bread
               and
               VVine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               to
               a
               meale
               made
               vp
               of
               of
               Foule
               and
               Beastes
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               my
               Body
               I
               inuite
               my
               ghuests
               .
            
             
             
               Am
               not
               I
               able
               to
               performe
               my
               vvord
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               set
               my
               sacred
               flesh
               vpon
               the
               board
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               say
               my
               diuine
               hand
               Almightie
               is
               ,
            
             
               VVhy
               giue
               they
               limits
               to
               my
               povvre
               in
               this
               ?
            
             
               For
               vvine
               I
               said
               my
               ghuests
               my
               bloud
               should
               drinke
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               not
               giue
               it
               them
               ,
               they
               needes
               must
               thinke
               ,
            
             
               I
               either
               doe
               delude
               ,
               or
               els
               am
               vveake
               ,
            
             
               Not
               able
               to
               effect
               ,
               vvhat
               I
               doe
               speake
            
             
               Nor
               i'
               st
               enough
               if
               I
               should
               make
               them
               eate
            
             
               For
               my
               true
               body
               a
               phantastike
               meate
               ,
            
             
               My
               bodies
               figure
               ,
               and
               a
               tipike
               VVine
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               a
               substance
               promist
               '
               not
               a
               signe
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Architect
               of
               lies
               maketh
               such
               Feasts
            
             
               And
               vvith
               like
               fopperies
               deceiues
               his
               guests
               .
            
             
               Hee
               carries
               them
               to
               Castles
               of
               the
               aire
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               thinke
               they
               feede
               on
               daintie
               fare
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               eate
               nothing
               ,
               all
               are
               trickes
               of
               his
               ,
            
             
               Each
               thing
               a
               signe
               ,
               each
               thing
               a
               shaddov
               is
               ,
            
             
               They
               neither
               haue
               before
               them
               flesh
               nor
               fish
               ,
            
             
               But
               idle
               faith
               composeth
               eu'ry
               dish
               .
            
             
               Call
               they
               not
               mee
               impostor
               vvith
               high
               Priests
            
             
               VVho
               saie
               that
               I
               so
               jugle
               vvith
               my
               ghests
               ?
               
            
             
               I
               bid
               them
               to
               a
               banquet
               ,
               saie
               their
               meate
               
            
             
               Shall
               be
               diuine
               ,
               my
               bodie
               they
               shall
               eate
               ;
            
             
               But
               vvhen
               they
               sit
               dovvne
               ,
               an
               od
               fellovv
               saith
               ,
            
             
               Take
               ,
               eate
               this
               bread
               ,
               and
               feed
               on
               Christ
               by
               faith
               .
            
             
               The
               putid
               Berengarius
               mumbled
               so
               ,
            
             
               And
               long
               since
               for
               an
               Heretique
               did
               goe
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               people
               must
               persuaded
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               a
               dinner
               vvas
               ordain'd
               by
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               MARIE
               his
               Mother
               ,
               vvho
               triumph'de
               or'e
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               Giueth
               a
               voice
               to
               making
               of
               this
               Bell.
            
             
               And
               bids
               all
               people
               to
               this
               Temple
               goe
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               in
               the
               former
               lines
               my
               Muse
               doth
               shevv
               .
            
             
             
               And
               thus
               she
               speakes
               :
               This
               Church
               vnto
               my
               Son
            
             
               Belongs
               for
               in
               it
               are
               due
               honours
               done
               .
            
             
               To
               mee
               his
               Mother
               :
               IESVS
               Priests
               are
               heere
               ,
            
             
               For
               pietie
               hath
               builded
               euerie
               vvhere
               ,
            
             
               Many
               faire
               Altars
               ,
               and
               to
               honour
               mee
               ,
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               continuall
               sacrifice
               doth
               see
               :
            
             
               Each
               hart
               is
               made
               an
               holy
               Altar
               stone
            
             
               VVhereon
               due
               victimes
               vnto
               mee
               are
               done
               .
            
             
               Petitions
               are
               the
               Hoasts
               vvhich
               please
               mee
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               As
               vvith
               deuotions
               Frankinsence
               they
               smell
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               as
               the
               vvorld
               its
               first
               beginning
               had
               ,
            
             
               And
               sin
               had
               made
               the
               tvvo
               beginners
               sad
               ;
               
            
             
               Great
               God
               the
               serpent
               punishing
               ,
               from
               vvhom
            
             
               Both
               sin
               and
               sadnesse
               came
               ,
               pronounc'd
               this
               doome
               ;
            
             
               That
               there
               should
               be
               an
               euerlasting
               vvarre
            
             
               T'vvixt
               mee
               ,
               and
               Satan
               ,
               betvvixt
               those
               vvho
               are
               
            
             
               His
               Sons
               ,
               and
               such
               vvho
               from
               my
               bovvels
               spring
            
             
               (
               Such
               Children
               at
               the
               Crosse
               I
               forth
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               That
               vvas
               the
               groning
               Bed
               I
               laie
               vpon
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               at
               my
               IESVS
               death
               I
               did
               beare
               IOHN
            
             
               And
               in
               him
               the
               vvhole
               Church
               :
               my
               eldest
               boie
            
             
               Borne
               vvithout
               paine
               ,
               but
               not
               vvithout
               much
               joye
            
             
               Great
               IESVS
               vvas
               :
               the
               earth
               and
               heauen
               smilde
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               my
               vvombe
               blest
               the
               vvorld
               vvith
               this
               braue
               child
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               and
               IOHNS
               acknovvledge
               I
               my
               seed
               ,
            
             
               (
               In
               sorrovv
               IOHNS
               as
               RACHEL
               I
               did
               breed
               .
               )
            
             
               IOHNS
               knovving
               I
               am
               theirs
               and
               IESVS
               Mother
            
             
               VVith
               filiall
               loue
               affect
               me
               'fore
               all
               other
               .
            
             
               Knovv
               then
               that
               Tempel
               in
               the
               vvhich
               you
               see
            
             
               My
               progenie
               ,
               IESVS
               true
               Church
               to
               bee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Novv
               by
               these
               markes
               you
               shall
               my
               children
               knovv
            
             
               A
               great
               respect
               and
               loue
               to
               me
               they
               shovve
               ,
            
             
               They
               knovv
               vvhat
               grace
               on
               earth
               God
               to
               me
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               They
               knovv
               vvhat
               glorie
               in
               the
               heau'ns
               I
               haue
               :
            
             
             
               (
               Such
               Chrysostome
               ,
               such
               
                 Anselme
                 ,
                 Bernard
              
               vveare
            
             
               By
               God
               instructed
               in
               my
               visions
               share
               )
               
            
             
               They
               knovv
               vvhat
               int'rest
               I
               haue
               in
               my
               Son
               :
            
             
               He
               euer
               hath
               and
               vvill
               graunt
               mee
               each
               boone
               .
            
             
               Like
               Bersabee
               I
               sit
               at
               his
               right
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               doe
               intreat
               ,
               yet
               I
               commaund
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               to
               mee
               they
               doe
               direct
               their
               prairs
               ,
            
             
               My
               Son
               heares
               my
               petitions
               ,
               I
               heare
               theirs
               .
            
             
               A
               mothers
               title
               doth
               my
               IESVS
               moue
               ,
            
             
               Mee
               to
               helpe
               them
               forceth
               a
               Mothers
               loue
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhere
               you
               see
               Virgins
               deuoute
               ,
               humble
               ,
               lovv
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               IESVS
               Church
               ,
               into
               that
               Temple
               goe
            
             
               VVhere
               you
               see
               some
               vvith
               loues
               vvings
               mount
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               my
               seed
               (
               so
               vvhilst
               I
               liu'de
               did
               I.
               )
            
             
               Mine
               are
               those
               Children
               vvho
               make
               me
               their
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               T'
               adorne
               themselues
               vvith
               virtues
               as
               I
               vvas
               .
            
             
               By
               such
               apparell
               you
               my
               seed
               shall
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               But
               Satans
               sons
               in
               diff'rent
               habits
               goe
               .
            
             
               Yet
               learne
               their
               markes
               ,
               that
               vvhen
               you
               shal
               them
               meet
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               discerne
               them
               by
               their
               clouen
               feete
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               promised
               a
               vvoeman
               vvho
               should
               tread
               
            
             
               On
               the
               old
               serpens
               necke
               ,
               and
               bruise
               his
               head
               .
            
             
               Am
               I
               not
               shee
               vvho
               conceiu'd
               vvithout
               sin
            
             
               In
               Mothers
               vvombe
               to
               bruise
               him
               did
               begin
               ?
            
             
               (
               VVhom
               sin
               taints
               not
               (
               sin
               is
               the
               serpents
               head
               )
            
             
               Such
               trample
               on
               him
               ,
               yea
               such
               strike
               him
               dead
               )
            
             
               EVE
               vvas
               a
               cursed
               tree
               ,
               on
               vvhich
               did
               grovv
            
             
               To
               ADAM
               ,
               and
               his
               generation
               vvoe
               .
            
             
               I
               bore
               a
               fruit
               ,
               IESVS
               my
               royall
               Son
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               did
               restore
               vvhat
               ADAM
               had
               vndone
               .
            
             
               Grovving
               in
               Caluarie
               vpon
               a
               CROSSE
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               repaire
               terrestriall
               Edens
               losse
               .
            
             
               VVherefore
               'gainst
               me
               ,
               vvhom
               mightie
               God
               did
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               meanes
               in
               mans
               redemption
               vse
               ,
            
             
             
               'Gainst
               mee
               the
               Mother
               of
               the
               God
               of
               Hoafls
               ,
            
             
               The
               Prince
               of
               Hell
               musters
               his
               damned
               Ghosts
               :
            
             
               'Gainst
               mee
               each
               Goblin
               ,
               each
               infernall
               sprite
            
             
               Proclaimeth
               vvarre
               ,
               spitteth
               at
               mee
               his
               spite
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               since
               my
               person
               they
               cannot
               come
               nigh
            
             
               (
               Glorie
               and
               grace
               haue
               lifted
               me
               so
               high
               .
               )
            
             
               That
               diu'lish
               malice
               vvhich
               to
               mee
               they
               ovve
               ,
            
             
               In
               blasphemies
               and
               opprobries
               they
               shovv
               .
            
             
               So
               doth
               the
               Serpent
               and
               his
               vvicked
               race
            
             
               Diminish
               that
               all
               ouer-shadovving
               grace
            
             
               VVherevvith
               the
               holy
               Ghost
               my
               soule
               did
               fill
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               IESVS
               leauing
               high
               Olympus
               hill
               ,
            
             
               Chose
               my
               parthenian
               vvombe
               ,
               that
               flesh
               to
               make
            
             
               VVhich
               on
               himselfe
               the
               Deitie
               vvould
               take
               .
               )
               
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               dare
               saie
               ,
               offenders
               vvith
               sin
               foule
            
             
               As
               much
               grace
               beautifies
               as
               my
               pure
               soule
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               God
               my
               ANSELME
               did
               inspire
               as
               hee
            
             
               Affirmes
               hovv
               those
               that
               are
               deuoute
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               May
               firmely
               hope
               ,
               that
               their
               names
               helpe
               to
               fill
            
             
               That
               booke
               vvhich
               Gods
               predestinating
               vvill
            
             
               Hath
               vvrit
               ;
               (
               this
               pietie
               and
               filiall
               loue
            
             
               My
               deuotes
               to
               enroll
               great
               God
               doth
               moue
               .
               )
            
             
               Shall
               not
               such
               justly
               feare
               ,
               their
               names
               to
               finde
            
             
               In
               the
               blacke
               booke
               of
               death
               ?
               vvhose
               canker'd
               minde
            
             
               Replenisht
               is
               vvith
               spight
               ,
               vvith
               splene
               ,
               vvith
               hate
            
             
               Against
               my
               person
               and
               my
               glorious
               state
               .
            
             
               Can
               such
               more
               spit
               their
               rancourd
               malice
               forth
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               diminishing
               my
               graces
               vvorth
               ?
            
             
               They
               saie
               ,
               God
               me
               no
               gifts
               peculiar
               gaue
            
             
               So
               great
               a
               sanctitie
               as
               I
               all
               haue
               .
            
             
             
               Daies
               Festiuall
               ordain'd
               to
               honour
               mee
            
             
               By
               these
               my
               foes
               quite
               abrogated
               be
               .
            
             
               They
               striue
               that
               I
               Mother
               of
               such
               a
               Son
               ,
            
             
               Should
               be
               forgot
               as
               if
               I
               nought
               had
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Serpent
               labours
               in
               the
               Desert
               vvilde
               ,
               
            
             
               First
               to
               deuoure
               the
               vvoman
               ,
               then
               the
               childe
               .
            
             
               These
               Caitiues
               knovv
               ,
               that
               honour
               vvhich
               I
               share
            
             
               Redounds
               to
               IESVS
               ,
               vvhose
               my
               merits
               are
               .
            
             
               (
               For
               vvhat
               in
               mee
               is
               eminent
               is
               good
               
            
             
               Is
               IESVS
               grace
               ;
               That
               is
               the
               Ocean
               Floud
            
             
               From
               vvhence
               Saints
               merits
               flovv
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               maine
               
            
             
               By
               gratitude
               must
               back
               returne
               againe
               ..
               )
            
             
               And
               though
               they
               seeme
               at
               mee
               alone
               to
               ayme
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               they
               vvell
               knovv
               vvhat
               dart
               hurtes
               me
               the
               same
            
             
               VVoundeth
               my
               IESVS
               ,
               such
               relation
               is
            
             
               Tvvixt
               him
               and
               mee
               :
               my
               opprobries
               are
               his
               :
            
             
               Therefore
               vvhen
               mooued
               by
               their
               du'ilish
               sire
            
             
               They
               slander
               me
               ;
               'gainst
               IESVS
               they
               conspire
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               Antiochians
               vvill
               their
               hatred
               shovv
            
             
               Vnto
               their
               Kesars
               ,
               they
               their
               statues
               throvv
               
            
             
               Contemptibly
               to
               ground
               :
               on
               Kings
               they
               vvreake
            
             
               Their
               fury
               ,
               as
               their
               Portratures
               they
               breake
               .
            
             
               Could
               these
               Iconoclasts
               vvith
               impious
               hand
            
             
               My
               person
               touch
               ,
               I
               should
               no
               more
               commaund
            
             
               As
               Angels
               Empresse
               :
               nor
               in
               highest
               heau'n
               ,
            
             
               Injoye
               that
               glorie
               vvhich
               my
               Son
               hath
               giu'n
               .
            
             
               But
               since
               their
               malice
               cannot
               reach
               so
               high
            
             
               They
               in
               my
               holy
               Pictures
               me
               defie
               .
            
             
               They
               breake
               and
               despise
               these
               ,
               out
               Churches
               thr
               〈…〉
            
             
               And
               if
               they
               could
               they
               eake
               vvould
               vse
               mee
               soe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               vvorse
               then
               Saul
               ,
               possest
               vvith
               an
               ill
               sp'right
            
             
               VVhat
               serpent
               could
               not
               doe
               ,
               these
               sons
               of
               night
               
            
             
             
               Attempted
               haue
               vvhilst
               their
               blaspheming
               tongue
               
            
             
               Hath
               me
               defiled
               vvith
               transgressions
               dunge
               .
            
             
               Counsailes
               and
               Fathers
               haue
               religious
               bin
               ,
            
             
               Mee
               to
               exempt
               vvhen
               as
               they
               treat
               of
               sin
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               these
               foule-mouthd'e
               Cerberi
               dare
               houle
            
             
               That
               IESVS
               Mother
               is
               vvith
               blacke
               sin
               foule
               .
            
             
               So
               did
               not
               the
               Archangel
               GABRIEL
               sing
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               from
               heau'n
               his
               Embassie
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               But
               thus
               began
               ,
               Hayle
               of
               thy
               sexe
               the
               best
            
             
               Store-stouse
               of
               grace
               amongst
               all
               vvoemen
               blest
               .
            
             
               The
               Fathers
               svvimme
               in
               this
               Embassage
               streame
               ,
            
             
               Making
               the
               Angels
               vvordes
               my
               praises
               theame
               .
            
             
               VVho
               dare
               a
               note
               hovvle
               contrarie
               to
               this
               ,
            
             
               Sing
               not
               as
               Angel
               ,
               but
               vvith
               Serpent
               hisse
               .
            
             
               But
               though
               Dogs
               barke
               ,
               yet
               Cynthia
               keepes
               her
               course
               ,
            
             
               These
               Curres
               may
               houle
               ,
               but
               haue
               no
               further
               fource
               ,
            
             
               Although
               these
               Deuils
               against
               mee
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               am
               I
               vvorshipped
               of
               Angels
               Quire.
            
             
               Mauger
               the
               Serpent
               ,
               mauger
               errors
               pride
               ,
            
             
               In
               glories
               Chariot
               ,
               I
               triumphant
               ride
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               These
               are
               the
               Clothes
               vvhich
               Satans
               children
               vveare
            
             
               The
               markes
               of
               Cain
               vvhich
               on
               their
               fronts
               they
               beare
            
             
               A
               deadly
               hatred
               and
               malitious
               splene
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               IESVS
               Mother
               ,
               and
               the
               Angels
               Queene
               .
            
             
               Such
               ,
               such
               are
               Serpents
               of-spring
               ,
               Satans
               seed
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               you
               incounter
               them
               ,
               flie
               flie
               vvith
               speed
               .
            
             
               Knovv
               IESVS
               loue
               in
               such
               can
               neuer
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               of
               his
               Mother
               knovv
               not
               to
               speake
               vvell
               ,
               
            
             
               Auoyd
               their
               companies
               ,
               their
               verie
               breath
            
             
               Is
               dangerous
               ,
               and
               can
               ingender
               death
               ;
            
             
               Hovv
               fatall
               vvas
               the
               serpents
               hissing
               noise
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               Eue
               murdred
               vvith
               his
               only
               voice
               ?
            
             
               Vild
               Heretiques
               of
               vvorse
               site
               sons
               as
               ill
            
             
               Haue
               of
               their
               father
               learnd
               vvith
               vvords
               to
               kill
               .
            
             
             
               Hereticall
               assemblies
               are
               a
               schole
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               Satan
               sitting
               on
               his
               pest'lence
               stole
            
             
               False
               doctrine
               teacheth
               ,
               and
               vvith
               forged
               tales
               
            
             
               Gainst
               me
               ,
               my
               Son
               ,
               and
               his
               Saints
               daily
               railes
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               vvhere
               are
               pious
               vvorshippers
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               Assure
               your selues
               there
               IESVS
               Church
               to
               be
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               IOHNS
               assemble
               ,
               there
               the
               true
               Church
               is
               ,
            
             
               If
               you
               finde
               one
               you
               cannot
               th'
               other
               misse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Angels
               vvho
               not
               pertake
               our
               speaking
               art
               
            
             
               By
               signes
               vvill
               vtter
               their
               true
               meaning
               harte
               :
            
             
               And
               saie
               this
               is
               that
               Church
               ,
               vvhich
               IESVS
               built
               ,
            
             
               Those
               verie
               vvalls
               he
               made
               ,
               the
               roofe
               he
               guilt
               .
            
             
               Into
               this
               Church
               all
               nations
               enter
               in
            
             
               VVhere
               truest
               Sacrifice
               is
               done
               for
               sin
               .
            
             
               Heere
               shed
               your
               teares
               ,
               here
               IESVS
               vice-roies
               sitt
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               can
               your
               sins
               vvashed
               vvith
               teares
               remit
               .
            
             
               Iudges
               ,
               to
               vvhom
               IESVS
               such
               povvre
               hath
               giu'n
               
            
             
               That
               vvhat
               they
               here
               doe
               is
               confirm'd
               in
               heau'n
               .
            
             
               In
               this
               Church
               vvee
               (
               attendants
               on
               our
               King
               ,
               )
            
             
               As
               IESVS
               Prelates
               doe
               the
               High
               Masse
               sing
               ,
            
             
               And
               eleuate
               our
               mightie
               Lord
               on
               High
               ,
            
             
               In
               signe
               of
               Homage
               on
               the
               lovv
               earth
               lie
               .
            
             
               By
               Quires
               of
               Angels
               are
               song
               joyfull
               laies
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhen
               sinfull
               soules
               forsake
               their
               vvonted
               vvaies
               ;
            
             
               In
               Penitents
               conuersion
               shares
               haue
               vvee
               
            
             
               Our
               ruines
               by
               their
               risings
               filled
               bee
               .
            
             
               Of
               it
               and
               those
               vvho
               in
               this
               Tempell
               are
               ,
            
             
               Are
               vvee
               protectours
               ,
               and
               haue
               speciall
               care
               .
            
             
               VVhereas
               those
               Synagogues
               ,
               vvhich
               schisme
               and
               pride
            
             
               Haue
               cobled
               vp
               ,
               not
               Michael
               doth
               guide
               :
            
             
               But
               Lucifer
               vvith
               his
               blacke
               guarde
               attends
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               at
               last
               vnto
               disastrous
               ends
               .
            
          
           
             
               Chiefe
               Senatours
               of
               IESVS
               Common
               vveale
            
             
               Th'Apostles
               in
               this
               manner
               ring
               a
               peale
               .
            
             
             
               That
               Church
               vvhich
               of
               th'Apostles
               taketh
               name
               ,
            
             
               Is
               IESVS
               Church
               ,
               vvee
               did
               erect
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Against
               this
               Church
               Hell
               gates
               fight
               ,
               but
               in
               vaine
               ,
               
            
             
               VVee
               are
               the
               Pillars
               ,
               vvho
               this
               Church
               sustaine
               .
            
             
               Firme
               Pillars
               ,
               and
               strong
               firmament
               of
               Truth
               ,
            
             
               Supporting
               it
               ,
               mauger
               vvhat
               Satan
               doth
               .
            
             
               Those
               Synagogues
               on
               Pillars
               doe
               not
               stand
            
             
               VVhich
               vveare
               built
               vp
               by
               Magus
               impious
               hand
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 Cerinth
                 Marcion
              
               ,
               but
               in
               Pillars
               '
               turne
               '
               ,
            
             
               Are
               rotten
               stickes
               ,
               vvhich
               in
               Hell
               fire
               shall
               burne
               .
            
             
               The
               houses
               vvith
               them
               joyntlie
               shall
               decaie
               ,
            
             
               The
               houses
               vvhich
               these
               vvorkemen
               make
               of
               Claie
               .
            
             
               Opinions
               Preaching
               nothing
               else
               but
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Opinions
               vvhich
               (
               prone
               to
               ill
               )
               nature
               please
               .
            
             
               Are
               rotten
               stickes
               ,
               vvhen
               
                 Simon
                 Magus
              
               said
            
             
               To
               gaine
               heau'n
               faith
               sufficient
               is
               ,
               hee
               made
            
             
               Of
               rotten
               stickes
               a
               stie
               for
               sensual
               hogs
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               to
               him
               a
               Kennell
               for
               foule
               dogs
            
             
               Eunomius
               built
               ,
               saying
               that
               Faith
               alone
            
             
               Can
               saue
               our
               soule
               ,
               though
               good
               vvorks
               vve
               haue
               none
               .
            
             
               Did
               not
               Nouatians
               build
               a
               house
               of
               claie
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               Priests
               authoritie
               they
               tooke
               avvaie
               ?
            
          
           
             
               A
               house
               vvhere
               carnall
               libertines
               shall
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               A
               house
               vvhich
               is
               the
               Porters
               lodge
               of
               hell
               .
               
            
             
               No
               vvonder
               though
               broad
               be
               perditions
               path
               ,
            
             
               For
               Pilgrims
               tovvards
               Hell
               it
               alvvaies
               hath
               .
            
             
               No
               true
               Confession
               of
               sins
               in
               the
               vvay
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               good
               aduise
               the
               passengers
               to
               staie
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               that
               Church
               vvhich
               built
               by
               IESVS
               hands
            
             
               On
               vs
               Apostles
               as
               firme
               Pillars
               stands
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               appointed
               there
               should
               alvvaies
               sit
            
             
               His
               Viceroies
               ,
               and
               the
               guilt
               of
               sin
               remit
               :
            
             
               And
               Christians
               teach
               vvhere
               feinds
               in
               ambush
               lie
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               they
               their
               treacheries
               and
               snares
               shall
               flie
               .
            
             
             
               Doctors
               of
               Physicke
               ,
               vvho
               vvith
               vvine
               and
               oyle
            
             
               Diseases
               cure
               ;
               vvhen
               Priests
               from
               sin
               assoile
               
            
             
               They
               povvre
               in
               oyle
               :
               Gods
               mercie
               oyle
               must
               be
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               svvimming
               '
               boue
               his
               attributes
               vvee
               see
               .
            
             
               Pennance
               by
               Priests
               injoyn'd
               hath
               the
               vvines
               place
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               though
               it
               smart
               ,
               yet
               hath
               an
               healing
               grace
               .
            
             
               His
               Viceroies
               ,
               vvho
               vvhen
               sinners
               goe
               next
               vvaie
            
             
               To
               Hell
               ,
               them
               by
               good
               admonition
               staie
               ;
            
             
               Teach
               Penitents
               that
               such
               and
               such
               a
               fault
            
             
               Their
               predecessours
               to
               perdition
               brought
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               actes
               are
               inordinate
               and
               fovvle
               ,
            
             
               Such
               customes
               dangerous
               vnto
               the
               soule
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               by
               good
               customes
               they
               must
               o'rcome
               bad
               ,
            
             
               In
               Ghostly
               vvarfare
               vvhat
               care
               must
               be
               had
               ,
            
             
               So
               AARONS
               Priests
               judg'd
               of
               the
               Lepers
               skin
               :
            
             
               So
               IESVS
               Priests
               judge
               betvvixt
               sin
               and
               sin
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               In
               Church
               vvhich
               IESVS
               vpon
               vs
               did
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Such
               vvas
               the
               vse
               ;
               This
               euen
               in
               our
               daies
               ,
            
             
               The
               custome
               vvas
               ;
               IESVS
               vs
               povver
               gaue
            
             
               To
               forgiue
               sins
               ,
               and
               vvee
               it
               practiz'd
               haue
               :
            
             
               But
               vvhere
               of
               sins
               no
               true
               remission
               is
               ,
            
             
               Bee
               sure
               you
               shall
               of
               IESVS
               tempel
               misse
               .
            
             
               Of
               that
               Church
               IESVS
               no
               foundation
               laid
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               schisme
               and
               pride
               haue
               the
               vvhole
               building
               made
               :
            
          
           
             
               That
               Church
               Apost'like
               is
               vvhere-vvith
               great
               care
            
             
               Traditions
               of
               Apostles
               obseru'd
               are
               .
               
            
             
               Things
               vvhich
               great
               IESVS
               vs
               alone
               did
               teach
            
             
               To
               the
               vvhole
               vvorld
               vvee
               aftervvards
               did
               Preach
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               all
               circumstances
               are
               not
               vvrit
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               Majestie
               of
               God
               not
               thinking
               fit
            
             
               So
               to
               confine
               himselfe
               )
               yet
               they
               're
               as
               good
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               vvrit
               in
               sacred
               volume
               stood
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               Religious
               hartes
               finde
               as
               much
               faith
            
             
               VVho
               kovv
               it
               is
               as
               true
               vvhat
               IESVS
               saith
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               vvhat
               he
               vvrites
               :
               so
               vve
               haue
               Christians
               taught
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               Baptisme
               children
               frees
               from
               ADAMS
               fault
               .
            
             
               Inspir'd
               by
               God
               vvee
               ordaind
               Lenten
               fast
               ,
            
             
               VVorship
               of
               Images
               in
               Tempels
               pla'st
               .
            
             
               These
               vvee
               as
               IESVS
               substitutes
               ordain'de
            
             
               And
               haue
               in
               Christs
               Church
               hetherto
               remaind
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               these
               are
               kept
               ,
               that
               Church
               is
               IESVS
               spouse
               ,
            
             
               Goe
               in
               all
               people
               ,
               there
               keepes
               IESVS
               house
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Martyrs
               vvho
               vvith
               death
               their
               Crovvnes
               did
               vvin
            
             
               Ring
               such
               a
               peale
               and
               call
               all
               people
               in
               .
            
             
               That
               Church
               vvhich
               by
               sad
               persecution
               grovves
               ,
            
             
               And
               more
               it
               is
               oppressed
               by
               her
               foes
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               increaseth
               ,
               vvas
               by
               IESVS
               made
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               of
               it
               the
               vvhole
               foundation
               laid
               .
            
             
               The
               Parget
               vvhich
               this
               building
               makes
               so
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               joynes
               the
               stones
               is
               glorious
               Martyrs
               bloud
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               other
               sects
               by
               frovvning
               Caesars
               ire
               ,
            
             
               Consumed
               are
               like
               drie
               vvood
               in
               the
               fire
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               as
               true
               gold
               (
               such
               is
               Gods
               heaun'ly
               mighte
               )
            
             
               Are
               purifi'de
               ,
               and
               made
               to
               shine
               more
               bright
               .
            
             
               VVho
               should
               of
               Sixtus
               and
               his
               Laurence
               tell
            
             
               If
               Valerianus
               had
               not
               bene
               so
               fell
               :
            
             
               VVho
               e're
               had
               heard
               of
               braue
               Sebastians
               praise
               ?
               
            
             
               Had
               hee
               not
               liu'de
               in
               Dioclesians
               daies
               .
            
             
               Great
               Rome
               three
               hundreth
               thousand
               Martyrs
               shovves
            
             
               Expos'd
               to
               beasts
               ,
               burnt
               ,
               rackt
               by
               cruell
               foes
               .
            
             
               And
               thirty
               glorious
               Popes
               in
               order
               stand
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               lost
               their
               liues
               by
               Persecutors
               hand
               .
            
             
               (
               Can
               all
               the
               sectes
               vvhich
               haue
               bene
               since
               Christs
               daies
            
             
               Together
               joyned
               ,
               such
               a
               number
               raise
               ?
            
             
               If
               it
               be
               chiefest
               loue
               our
               liues
               to
               spend
               ,
            
             
               (
               Iesus
               saith
               so
               )
               in
               seruice
               of
               our
               friend
               ,
            
             
               VVas
               not
               the
               charitie
               of
               Romaines
               much
               ?
               
            
             
               VVhose
               Massacres
               for
               Iesus
               sake
               vvere
               such
               .
            
             
             
               No
               vvonder
               eake
               though
               Romaine
               ground
               be
               good
            
             
               A
               Nilus
               vvatred
               it
               of
               Martyrs
               bloud
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               VVe
               lost
               our
               liues
               ,
               and
               yet
               vvee
               vvon
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               our
               bloudie
               persecutors
               yeild
               ,
            
             
               Tvvo
               Kesars
               vanquisht
               in
               these
               bearing
               fights
            
             
               To
               CONSTANTINE
               resigne
               their
               Kingly
               rights
               ,
            
             
               And
               first
               a
               Christian
               killing
               hand
               doth
               vvant
               ,
            
             
               E're
               martyrs
               readie
               to
               be
               ki●d
               are
               scant
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               ordaining
               that
               his
               friends
               shal
               gaine
            
             
               Not
               by
               resisting
               ,
               but
               by
               being
               slaine
               .
            
             
               So
               he
               him selfe
               made
               Hell
               ,
               and
               diuels
               flie
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               on
               the
               CROSSE
               on
               Golgoth
               he
               did
               die
               .
            
             
               No
               armour
               must
               vvee
               bring
               into
               the
               field
            
             
               But
               a
               sole
               Buckler
               ,
               patience
               is
               this
               shield
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               enough
               to
               gaine
               the
               promist
               Crovvne
               ,
            
             
               Sufficent
               eake
               to
               cast
               Hells
               povvers
               dovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               rising
               vvaues
               ,
               vvhich
               drovvne
               each
               other
               barke
               ,
            
             
               Lift
               only
               from
               the
               ground
               just
               NOAHS
               Arke
               .
            
             
               Though
               other
               Cocke-boates
               perish
               in
               the
               seas
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               no
               milde
               Neptune
               makes
               the
               billovves
               cease
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               vvhen
               the
               surges
               tosse
               Saint
               PETERS
               barge
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               himselfe
               (
               best
               Palinure
               )
               hath
               charge
               .
            
             
               IESVS
               himselfe
               great
               Neptune
               of
               the
               Sea
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               vvhom
               VVindes
               and
               AeOLVS
               obey
               .
            
             
               Hee
               calmes
               the
               vvaues
               vvith
               his
               all-potent
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               our
               Pinnace
               to
               desired
               land
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhere
               is
               Iouinians
               Hoie
               ;
               vvhere
               Arrius
               Boate
               ?
            
             
               Though
               furnished
               vvith
               seamen
               of
               such
               noate
               .
            
             
               Eusebij
               ,
               and
               other
               learned
               men
            
             
               Rovved
               in
               Arrius
               Boate
               vvith
               tongue
               and
               pen
               :
            
             
               Rotten
               vvith
               time
               their
               Pinnace
               vvater
               drinkes
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               bottome
               miserably
               sinckes
               .
            
             
               Nor
               anie
               ship
               can
               long
               'gainst
               billovves
               stand
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               is
               not
               built
               and
               gouernd
               by
               Gods
               hand
               .
            
             
             
               Of
               Aibigenses
               vvhat
               doth
               novv
               remaine
               ?
               
            
             
               But
               that
               they
               vvere
               by
               
                 Simon
                 Montford
              
               slaine
               .
            
             
               VVho
               novv
               for
               vvicked
               Hus
               ,
               and
               Arrius
               lookes
               ,
            
             
               Must
               finde
               them
               in
               great
               IESVS
               Doctors
               bookes
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               PETERS
               ship
               ,
               vvherein
               did
               IESVS
               preach
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               the
               multitude
               on
               shore
               did
               teach
               ,
            
             
               From
               IESVS
               daies
               vnto
               our
               present
               times
            
             
               Hath
               still
               made
               voyages
               to
               remote
               climes
               .
            
             
               And
               carried
               Marchants
               ,
               vvho
               not
               for
               base
               gold
               ,
            
             
               But
               death
               and
               blovves
               their
               pretious
               vvares
               haue
               sold.
            
             
               Their
               vvares
               vveare
               charitie
               ,
               true-faith
               ,
               firme-hope
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               they
               for
               sorrovves
               and
               contemptes
               did
               cope
               .
            
             
               Saint
               PETERS
               ship
               made
               voyages
               to
               Chine
               ,
            
             
               To
               Iapons
               Ilands
               vvhich
               on
               Sinas
               joyne
            
             
               To
               the
               remote
               America
               vvhich
               shovves
            
             
               A
               flovvre
               ,
               vvhereon
               the
               name
               of
               IESVS
               grovves
               .
            
             
               (
               Yee
               gentle
               heau'ns
               smile
               svveetly
               on
               that
               earth
            
             
               So
               dignifi'd
               vvith
               name
               of
               IESVS
               birth
               )
            
             
               (
               Thrice
               happie
               they
               ,
               on
               vvhose
               vvell-vvatred
               ground
            
             
               The
               name
               of
               IESVS
               flourishing
               is
               found
               .
               )
            
             
               IESVS
               svveete
               odour
               our
               stout
               hattes
               did
               fill
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Tyrants
               vs
               for
               IESVS
               sake
               did
               kill
               .
            
             
               To
               all
               these
               Regions
               PETERS
               Pinnace
               fraught
            
             
               VVith
               Merchandise
               ,
               celestiall
               virtues
               brought
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               it
               labourd
               hath
               so
               many
               yeares
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               svvist
               it
               sailes
               and
               as
               nevv
               made
               appeares
               .
            
             
               No
               dangerous
               syrts
               ,
               no
               ship-deuouring
               sands
               ,
            
             
               No
               billovves
               ,
               no
               perfidious
               Pyrats
               bandes
            
             
               Conspiring
               vvith
               damnd
               Ghoasts
               to
               Hell
               cast
               dovvne
               ,
            
             
               Are
               able
               Peters
               vvell-built
               Arke
               to
               drovvne
               .
            
             
               Her
               Pilote
               IESVS
               in
               no
               tempests
               fayles
               ,
            
             
               The
               holy
               Ghost
               filleth
               vvith
               vvindes
               her
               sailes
               :
            
             
             
               That
               mauger
               Satan
               ,
               and
               his
               stigian
               court
            
             
               Shee
               safe
               ariues
               at
               heau'ns
               desired
               porte
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVherefore
               that
               ship
               ,
               vvhich
               through
               all
               ages
               hath
            
             
               Carried
               in
               her
               the
               Merchants
               of
               true
               Faith
               :
            
             
               That
               ship
               vvhich
               of
               spoiles
               from
               Hell-gained
               brags
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               her
               streamers
               hath
               blest
               Martyrs
               flags
               .
            
             
               Is
               Iesus
               Church
               (
               vvhich
               God
               like
               a
               ship
               formes
            
             
               For
               t'
               is
               exposde
               to
               Seas
               ,
               to
               vvindes
               ,
               to
               stormes
               .
               )
            
             
               Of
               this
               Boate
               Iesus
               himselfe
               hath
               the
               charge
               ,
            
             
               (
               VVho
               seeke
               heau'ns
               Hauen
               come
               into
               this
               barge
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Virgins
               vvho
               Lavvrels
               vveare
               vpon
               their
               head
               ,
            
             
               Adorn'de
               vvith
               Lilies
               vvhite
               ,
               and
               Roses
               red
               .
               
            
             
               (
               Virginitie
               the
               Lilie
               vvhite
               bestovves
            
             
               A
               glorious
               death
               brings
               forth
               the
               ruddie
               Rose
               )
            
             
               These
               Nymphs
               I
               saie
               Angelicallie
               sing
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               sorte
               a
               holy
               peale
               doe
               ring
               .
            
             
               (
               A
               peale
               vvherein
               all
               numbers
               friendly
               meete
               ,
            
             
               Virgins
               alone
               can
               sing
               a
               song
               so
               svveete
               .
               )
            
             
               These
               flovvres
               vvhich
               on
               our
               frontes
               make
               so
               faire
               shovv
            
             
               And
               smell
               so
               svveete
               in
               Iesus
               Garden
               grovv
               .
            
             
               Thence
               Barbara
               ,
               thence
               Agnes
               ,
               did
               them
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               a
               triumphant
               Garland
               of
               them
               make
               .
            
             
               Iesus
               Church
               stands
               in
               an
               Elizian
               ground
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               fragrant
               Roses
               are
               ,
               and
               Lilies
               found
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               Vestal
               Virgins
               haue
               their
               deseru'd
               praise
               ,
            
             
               And
               Martyrs
               fronts
               adorn'de
               are
               vvith
               greene
               Baies
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               good
               vvorkes
               euermore
               doe
               fragrant
               smell
               ,
            
             
               Is
               Iesus
               Garden
               ,
               Iesus
               there
               doth
               dvvell
               .
            
             
               There
               îs
               his
               bovver
               ,
               there
               his
               Summer
               house
               ,
               
            
             
               There
               Iesus
               sporteth
               vvith
               his
               louely
               spouse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mongst
               these
               in
               English
               tone
               sings
               EBBA
               slaine
            
             
               For
               Chastities
               defence
               by
               the
               stearne
               Dane
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               many
               Nuns
               ,
               vvho
               vnder
               her
               charge
               vvere
            
             
               (
               For
               of
               a
               Monasterie
               shee
               had
               care
               )
            
             
             
               Offring
               their
               Laurels
               at
               feete
               of
               their
               King
               ,
               
            
             
               VVith
               Deboraeh
               of
               victories
               they
               sing
               .
            
             
               Relate
               my
               Muse
               the
               subject
               of
               their
               song
               ,
            
             
               And
               speake
               their
               Crovvnes
               gaind
               by
               Barbarians
               vvrong
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               Collingham
               eight
               hundreth
               yeares
               agoe
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               there-abouts
               (
               as
               Chronicles
               doe
               shovv
               )
            
             
               A
               holy
               Cloister
               stood
               (
               is
               it
               not
               strange
            
             
               That
               after-times
               should
               cause
               so
               great
               a
               change
               )
            
             
               Then
               Fathers
               joyd
               ,
               vvhen
               Cloistets
               had
               their
               sons
               ,
            
             
               Mothers
               rejoyc'd
               to
               see
               their
               daughters
               Nuns
               .
            
             
               And
               thought
               their
               children
               bestovv'd
               vvondrous
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               serud
               '
               Iesus
               in
               a
               quiet
               Cell
               .
            
             
               They
               thought
               vvhen
               daughter
               chose
               a
               Cloister
               life
               ,
            
             
               That
               shee
               vvas
               matcht
               vvith
               Iesus
               for
               his
               vvife
               .
            
             
               But
               after-daies
               doe
               better
               ope
               their
               eies
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               their
               Ancestors
               are
               grovvne
               more
               vvise
               :
            
             
               Our
               times
               instructed
               in
               a
               deeper
               schole
               ,
            
             
               Haue
               learnde
               to
               call
               each
               age
               precedent
               foole
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               on
               their
               Dads
               backes
               a
               Motlie
               coate
               ,
            
             
               Affirming
               superstition
               made
               them
               dote
               ,
            
             
               But
               le'
               ts
               goe
               on
               :
               Ebba
               vvas
               Abbesse
               there
            
             
               Many
               faire
               Nymphs
               to
               her
               obedient
               vvere
               .
            
             
               Many
               faire
               Nymphs
               (
               though
               beautie
               vvas
               thought
               foule
            
             
               VVhich
               vvas
               not
               grast'e
               vvith
               beautie
               of
               the
               soule
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               But
               vvhen
               our
               Fathers
               sin
               (
               for
               knovv
               that
               sin
            
             
               Oft
               changeth
               scepters
               ,
               and
               brings
               strangers
               in
               .
            
             
               (
               So
               Roderigoes
               fault
               brought
               Mores
               to
               Spaine
               )
               
            
             
               Had
               made
               God
               send
               to
               punish
               Crimes
               the
               Dane
               .
            
             
               The
               Pagan
               soldier
               each
               vvhere
               spoyld
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               No
               place
               vvas
               free
               from
               his
               all-burning
               hand
               ,
            
             
               No
               holy
               Church
               but
               vvas
               consum'de
               by
               fire
            
             
               No
               age
               ,
               no
               sexe
               could
               pacifie
               his
               ire
               .
            
             
               Though
               no
               vvhere
               more
               the
               Deuill
               his
               part
               plaid
               ,
            
             
               Then
               vvhereas
               pietie
               had
               houses
               made
            
             
             
               For
               holy
               Nuns
               ,
               and
               consecrated
               vvights
               ,
            
             
               To
               spend
               in
               diuine
               praier
               their
               daies
               and
               nights
               .
            
             
               Satan
               too
               conscious
               of
               the
               dailie
               maime
               ,
            
             
               By
               these
               he
               suffreth
               ,
               and
               hovv
               they
               proclaime
            
             
               VVarre
               'gainst
               his
               Kingdome
               :
               vvith
               peculiar
               spite
            
             
               Makes
               his
               infernall
               feinds
               gainst
               these
               to
               fighte
               .
            
             
               (
               Speake
               Alberstate
               and
               Mansfield
               as
               you
               brag
            
             
               Of
               Monasteries
               spoiles
               ,
               vnder
               vvhose
               flag
            
             
               Your
               vvarfare
               is
               ?
               Satan
               vvill
               paie
               you
               vvell
            
             
               And
               vvhat
               vvants
               here
               you
               shall
               receaue
               in
               Hell.
               )
            
          
           
             
               To
               Collingham
               the
               Mansion
               of
               our
               Nuns
            
             
               A
               troupe
               of
               Pagans
               came
               :
               (
               Satan
               these
               sons
            
             
               On
               Gentilisme
               begat
               )
               The
               house
               they
               take
            
             
               (
               For
               vvhat
               resistance
               could
               poore
               vvomen
               make
               ?
               )
            
             
               The
               Vestments
               ,
               Chalices
               ,
               the
               holy
               things
               ,
            
             
               (
               Surely
               my
               Muse
               of
               nevv-done
               mischiefes
               sings
               .
               )
            
             
               They
               doe
               prophane
               :
               vvhen
               they
               are
               full
               of
               spoyle
            
             
               The
               Nuns
               (
               Gods
               liuing
               Temple
               )
               thei
               le
               defile
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               VVolfe
               vvho
               for
               long
               time
               no
               food
               hath
               eate
            
             
               VVith
               fiercer
               appetite
               seekes
               not
               his
               meate
            
             
               As
               leauing
               VVoods
               ,
               vvhen
               night
               hath
               chas'de
               the
               daie
               ,
            
             
               He
               to
               the
               Village
               comes
               to
               get
               his
               praie
               ,
            
             
               And
               hauing
               found
               either
               by
               cries
               or
               smels
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               harmelesse
               flocke
               by
               care
               of
               shepheard
               dvvels
               .
            
             
               About
               the
               house
               he
               often
               vvalketh
               round
               ,
            
             
               Espying
               vvhere
               an
               entrance
               may
               be
               found
               .
            
             
               Hee
               oft
               assaies
               to
               breake
               into
               the
               stall
               ,
            
             
               And
               oft
               repeld
               is
               by
               the
               vvell
               made
               vvall
               .
            
             
               At
               last
               by
               force
               preuailing
               hee
               makes
               vvaie
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               midst
               rusheth
               of
               his
               vvisht-for
               praie
               .
            
             
               At
               sight
               of
               cruell
               foe
               the
               poore
               sheepe
               quake
               ,
            
             
               And
               although
               manie
               yet
               no
               head
               dare
               make
               .
            
             
               (
               Shall
               vvee
               blame
               nature
               vvho
               makes
               stoutest
               Rams
               ,
            
             
               In
               presence
               of
               the
               VVolfe
               ,
               as
               meekest
               Lambs
               )
            
             
             
               No
               othervvise
               the
               soldiers
               runne
               about
            
             
               Each
               corner
               of
               the
               Cloister
               to
               finde
               out
            
             
               These
               Lambes
               of
               God
               :
               they
               burne
               vvith
               vvicked
               flames
               ,
            
             
               And
               nought
               can
               quench
               their
               fire
               but
               sacred
               Dames
               .
            
             
               They
               each-vvhere
               raunge
               ,
               no
               barres
               can
               stop
               their
               course
            
             
               They
               breake
               the
               strongest
               doores
               vvith
               deu'lish
               force
               .
            
             
               So
               see
               vve
               Humber
               passing
               his
               set
               bounds
            
             
               VVith
               vvaters
               drovvne
               the
               ouer-flovved
               grounds
               .
            
             
               Bridges
               ,
               and
               houses
               vvhich
               oppose
               his
               vvaie
            
             
               He
               carries
               vvith
               him
               ,
               nothing
               can
               him
               staie
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               EBBA
               (
               novv
               compast
               vvith
               Susannas
               care
            
             
               Death
               or
               deflovvring
               the
               Elections
               are
               )
            
             
               VVas
               to
               the
               Church
               vvith
               all
               her
               daughters
               fled
            
             
               (
               VVith
               feare
               the
               holy
               Maides
               vvere
               almost
               dead
               )
            
             
               Daughters
               ,
               quoth
               shee
               ;
               and
               vvould
               haue
               spoken
               more
            
             
               VVhen
               furious
               Pagans
               rushing
               at
               the
               dore
               ,
            
             
               Did
               make
               her
               leaue
               ,
               before
               shee
               had
               begun
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               dore
               some
               bolder
               Virgins
               runne
               ,
            
             
               And
               firme
               it
               fast
               ,
               at
               least
               it
               shall
               keepe
               out
               
            
             
               For
               some
               short
               space
               the
               Danes
               intruding
               route
               .
            
             
               EBBA
               againe
               beginnes
               (
               daughters
               )
               quoth
               shee
            
             
               To
               free
               your selfe
               from
               Danes
               lust
               learne
               of
               mee
               ;
            
             
               VVhat
               lavv
               forbids
               to
               vse
               a
               murdring
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               vovvd'e
               faith
               ,
               the
               same
               lavv
               doth
               commaund
            
             
               For
               beauties
               sake
               Pagans
               haue
               vs
               in
               chase
               ,
            
             
               In
               steed
               of
               beautie
               a
               disfigurd
               face
               .
            
             
               Our
               sights
               shall
               yeeld
               them
               :
               as
               you
               see
               me
               doe
            
             
               (
               vvith
               that
               shee
               dravves
               a
               Knife
               (
               Virgins
               )
               doe
               you
               .
            
             
               Our
               bodies
               hetherto
               haue
               bene
               kept
               chast
               ,
            
             
               And
               vnto
               death
               shall
               not
               this
               purenesse
               last
               ?
            
             
               Our
               bodies
               yet
               are
               free
               from
               foule
               lusts
               staine
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               vve
               novv
               be
               rauisht
               by
               the
               Dane
               .
            
             
               Shall
               vve
               polluted
               be
               vvith
               Pagans
               rape
               ?
            
             
               No
               no
               first
               perish
               this
               vvell-pleasing
               shape
               .
            
             
             
               VVith
               streames
               of
               bloud
               vv'eele
               quench
               vnlavvful
               fires
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               vglie
               lookes
               vv'eele
               scarre
               vntam'de
               desires
               .
            
             
               Our
               spouse
               is
               IESVS
               ,
               faith
               to
               him
               vvee
               gaue
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               shall
               our
               bodies
               chaste
               ,
               though
               mangled
               haue
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               vve
               be
               exteriorly
               foule
               ,
            
             
               He
               more
               vvill
               loue
               the
               beautie
               of
               our
               soule
               .
            
             
               In
               speech
               of
               men
               Euphrasia
               alone
            
             
               Shall
               not
               hereafter
               liue
               :
               of
               vs
               each
               one
            
             
               Shall
               acte
               that
               Virgin
               ,
               and
               not
               feare
               deaths
               blovv
            
             
               That
               to
               our
               spouse
               vnspotted
               vvee
               may
               goe
               .
            
             
               Empresse
               of
               Virgins
               ,
               of
               our
               sexe
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               To
               thee
               vvee
               consecrate
               our
               snovvy
               brest
               .
            
             
               If
               any
               faint
               doe
               thou
               stout
               thoughts
               inspire
               ,
            
             
               IESVS
               pure
               Mother
               ,
               giue
               a
               noble
               fire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hauing
               said
               thus
               ,
               vvith
               knife
               shee
               slits
               her
               nose
               ,
            
             
               Mangels
               her
               cheekes
               ,
               cuts
               off
               her
               lips
               ,
               yet
               shevves
            
             
               Not
               the
               least
               signe
               of
               sorrovv
               (
               IESVS
               loue
            
             
               In
               her
               chaste
               soule
               all
               sorrovv
               goes
               aboue
               .
               )
            
             
               The
               Nuns
               vvho
               in
               obedience
               vveare
               exact
            
             
               Follovv
               their
               Abbesse
               in
               this
               vvorthy
               fact
               .
            
             
               Their
               Vizages
               (
               ô
               nobly
               cruel
               deed
               !
               )
            
             
               VVith
               plenteous
               streames
               issuing
               from
               vvounds
               do
               bleed
               .
            
             
               Faces
               ,
               vvhere
               beautie
               dvvelt
               ,
               and
               eu'ry
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Religious
               Amazons
               )
               themselues
               deface
               .
            
          
           
             
               Telling
               this
               act
               shall
               I
               a
               credit
               finde
               ?
            
             
               VVill
               men
               beleeue
               such
               an
               heroicke
               minde
            
             
               Could
               in
               so
               manie
               dvvell
               ?
               Could
               England
               breed
            
             
               So
               manie
               Actours
               of
               so
               so
               braue
               a
               deed
               ?
            
             
               VVe
               see
               Zopirus
               daughters
               vvithout
               Nose
            
             
               VVith
               mangled
               Cheekes
               :
               the
               most
               inhumaine
               foes
            
             
               VVould
               pittie
               them
               ,
               yet
               they
               all
               pittie
               hate
               ,
            
             
               (
               So
               much
               they
               IESVS
               loue
               and
               Maiden
               state
               )
            
             
               Imagine
               novv
               vvhat
               a
               deformed
               sight
            
             
               These
               Virgins
               are
               :
               vvhom
               vvill
               not
               their
               vievv
               fright
               ?
            
             
             
               Let
               vvanton
               Dane
               attempt
               a
               Nun
               to
               kisse
               ,
            
             
               For
               lips
               a
               streame
               of
               bloud
               he
               shall
               not
               misse
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               Church
               of
               Sectaries
               a
               Virgin
               shovves
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               slit
               for
               Chastities
               defence
               her
               nose
               ?
            
             
               Nay
               they
               shall
               Canonize
               such
               for
               a
               Sainte
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               doth
               not
               her selfe
               for
               an
               husband
               painte
               .
            
             
               If
               Teeth
               ,
               if
               Nose
               ,
               if
               Face
               haue
               the
               least
               fault
               ,
            
             
               Nevv
               Teeth
               ,
               nevv
               Nose
               ,
               nevv
               Face
               ,
               shal
               streight
               be
               bought
               .
            
             
               If
               Teeth
               ,
               if
               Nose
               ,
               if
               Face
               can
               be
               for
               gold
               ,
            
             
               At
               Painters
               shop
               ,
               or
               Poticaries
               sold.
            
             
               (
               So
               vnlike
               is
               ,
               so
               different
               the
               fire
            
             
               Of
               Sions
               daughters
               ,
               and
               the
               Gyrles
               of
               Tyre
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               inra'gde
               soldiers
               bolted
               out
               so
               long
            
             
               Breaking
               the
               Dores
               into
               the
               Tempel
               throng
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               one
               ,
               not
               knovving
               vvhat
               vvas
               done
               ,
            
             
               Run
               furiouslie
               to
               sease
               vpon
               a
               Nun
               :
            
             
               But
               as
               they
               see
               their
               mangled
               faces
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               They
               stand
               amazed
               at
               the
               horrid
               deed
               .
            
             
               The
               Captaine
               of
               the
               sacrilegious
               band
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               this
               Acte
               vvas
               done
               by
               a
               strange
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Despairing
               eake
               to
               coole
               his
               impure
               flames
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               Gods
               svveares
               ,
               vvho
               had
               misus
               de
               the
               Dames
            
             
               Should
               die
               the
               Death
               ,
               for
               Venus
               sportes
               vvere
               made
            
             
               (
               Quoth
               he
               )
               these
               faces
               :
               not
               by
               cruell
               blade
            
             
               To
               be
               disfigur'de
               .
               Then
               did
               EBBA
               speake
               .
            
             
               Tyrant
               on
               vs
               thy
               sauage
               fury
               vvreake
               .
            
             
               VVe
               haue
               offended
               ,
               if
               offence
               it
               be
               ,
            
             
               By
               bodies
               maime
               to
               set
               the
               body
               free
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               Corps
               first
               sheth
               your
               naked
               blades
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               counsaile
               and
               example
               made
               these
               maydes
            
             
               Performe
               this
               deed
               ,
               vvhich
               follovving
               times
               shal
               tell
               ,
            
             
               And
               praise
               them
               to
               the
               heau'ns
               for
               doing
               vvell
               .
            
             
               Conuert
               your
               svvords
               on
               me
               ,
               t'vvas
               I
               ,
               t'vvas
               I
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               counsaile
               gaue
               and
               courage
               ;
               let
               me
               die
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               This
               leader
               had
               no
               Porsenas
               braue
               sp'rit
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               vvhen
               the
               Romaine
               maides
               in
               dead
               of
               night
            
             
               Guided
               by
               Claelia
               dovvne
               Tiber
               svvamme
               ,
            
             
               And
               safely
               to
               their
               sieged
               Cittie
               camme
               ,
               
            
             
               Astonished
               at
               the
               Heroike
               act
            
             
               Did
               praise
               ,
               and
               Crovvne
               the
               Virgins
               for
               the
               fact
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               these
               Barbarians
               ,
               in
               vvhose
               sauage
               brest
               ,
            
             
               Not
               the
               least
               true
               nobilitie
               did
               rest
            
             
               Inrag'de
               ,
               that
               the
               attempt
               of
               these
               Chast
               Dames
            
             
               Had
               quenched
               quite
               their
               ignominious
               flames
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               Hellish
               fury
               ,
               and
               Erynnis
               fild
               ,
            
             
               VVhome
               they
               did
               loth
               to
               violate
               ,
               they
               kild
               :
            
             
               And
               turning
               vvicked
               lust
               to
               d'uilish
               ire
            
             
               They
               set
               the
               Cloister
               vvith
               the
               Nuns
               on
               fire
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               happie
               Virgins
               ,
               burning
               vvith
               your
               house
            
             
               You
               offer
               holocausts
               vnto
               your
               spouse
               
            
             
               To
               keepe
               your
               bodies
               incorrupt
               you
               die
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               pure
               soules
               to
               high
               Olympus
               flie
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               vvith
               your
               IESVS
               you
               in
               glorie
               raigne
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               for
               your
               faith
               to
               IESVS
               haue
               bene
               slaine
               .
            
             
               Let
               not
               fame
               blazon
               more
               Lucretias
               name
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               as
               shee
               suff'red
               had
               a
               deed
               of
               shame
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               cruell
               blade
               her
               harmelesse
               selfe
               did
               kill
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               her
               corpes
               reveng'de
               anothers
               ill
               .
            
             
               Had
               she
               before
               the
               acte
               vvith
               vvhetted
               knife
            
             
               Sundred
               in
               tvvo
               the
               gold
               thread
               of
               her
               life
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               vvould
               haue
               giu'n
               her
               a
               chaste
               Matrons
               praise
               .
            
             
               And
               vviser
               times
               her
               monuments
               should
               raise
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               to
               the
               Doctors
               ,
               I
               novv
               take
               my
               vvaie
               ,
            
             
               Her
               sex
               and
               times
               first
               Martyr
               bids
               me
               staie
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               glorious
               death
               did
               ring
               so
               loud
               a
               knell
               ,
            
             
               That
               it
               hath
               made
               eu'n
               learned
               strangers
               tell
            
             
               Hovv
               a
               rich
               MARCARIT
               in
               this
               our
               time
               ,
            
             
               Adornes
               our
               (
               from
               the
               vvorld
               diuided
               )
               clime
               ,
            
             
             
               VVhose
               Lavvrel
               vvith
               such
               fragrant
               flovvers
               grac'te
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               stoutest
               Champions
               hath
               her
               plac'te
               .
            
             
               If
               
                 Vincent
                 ,
                 Menas
              
               of
               the
               true
               Church
               bee
            
             
               Like
               cause
               ,
               like
               virtue
               rings
               that
               so
               is
               shee
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               holy
               Fathers
               vvho
               had
               vvitt
               at
               vvill
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               a
               Pen
               made
               of
               an
               Eagles
               Quill
               ,
            
             
               Diuinely
               vvrit
               for
               IESVS
               common
               vveale
               ,
            
             
               To
               Martyrs
               next
               ring
               in
               this
               sorte
               a
               peale
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               Doctors
               teach
               of
               admirable
               vvitt
               ,
            
             
               In
               eu'ry
               science
               deepely
               learned
               ,
               yet
            
             
               As
               vvas
               their
               Maister
               IESVS
               ,
               humble
               ,
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               There
               IESVS
               dvvels
               :
               into
               that
               Temple
               goe
               .
            
             
               VVee
               of
               our
               Fathers
               mysteries
               did
               learne
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvhen
               vvee
               vvould
               faiths
               Articles
               discerne
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               of
               our
               great
               Maister
               to
               be
               shent
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Children
               vvee
               vnto
               our
               Mother
               vvent
            
             
               And
               although
               vvee
               '
               boue
               other
               men
               did
               soare
            
             
               Yet
               did
               vvee
               listen
               to
               the
               Churches
               lore
               ,
            
             
               Knovving
               that
               truth
               vvas
               promist
               vnto
               it
               ,
            
             
               But
               priuate
               men
               may
               erre
               for
               all
               their
               vvitt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               these
               vvise
               men
               in
               vvrangling
               fashion
               chime
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               complaints
               against
               some
               of
               our
               time
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               pulling
               them
               from
               heau'n
               vvhere
               they
               do
               dvvel
               ,
            
             
               Rancke
               them
               vvith
               Heretikes
               condem'd
               in
               hell
               ,
            
             
               Saying
               that
               they
               did
               teach
               the
               same
               vvith
               those
            
             
               To
               vvhose
               opinions
               they
               vvere
               alvvaies
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Saint
               IEROME
               yet
               is
               full
               of
               holy
               Gall
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvho
               saie
               so
               ,
               he
               Heretikes
               doth
               call
               .
               
            
             
               Haue
               I
               quoth
               he
               so
               labourd
               vvith
               my
               Quill
               ,
            
             
               To
               fence
               a
               Cittie
               built
               vpon
               a
               Hill.
            
             
               Haue
               I
               so
               many
               Virgins
               taught
               to
               tread
            
             
               The
               Counsailes
               path
               ,
               and
               to
               perfection
               lead
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               must
               I
               novv
               bee
               reccond'e
               amongst
               svvine
            
             
               VVho
               nothing
               holy
               haue
               nothing
               Diuine
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               more
               then
               I
               against
               Iouinian
               vvritt
            
             
               And
               must
               I
               novv'mongst
               his
               Disciples
               sit
               ?
            
             
               By
               mee
               just
               honours
               vveare
               to
               Reliques
               giu'n
            
             
               And
               doe
               I
               novv
               contemne
               the
               same
               in
               heaun
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Saint
               Austen
               vvonders
               men
               can
               so
               much
               straine
               
            
             
               His
               Orthodoxal
               sentences
               ,
               and
               faine
            
             
               That
               hee
               vvhil'st
               in
               our
               Region
               hee
               did
               dvvell
            
             
               Held
               such
               opinions
               vvhich
               hee
               hates
               as
               hell
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               Church
               I
               vvas
               of
               ,
               quoth
               hee
               vvho
               vvill
               knovv
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Rule
               vvritt
               by
               mee
               lett
               him
               goe
               .
            
             
               In
               that
               I
               counsailes
               of
               perfection
               giue
               ,
            
             
               And
               teach
               a
               life
               vvhich
               I
               my selfe
               did
               liue
               .
            
             
               This
               as
               to
               Greate
               Norbertus
               I
               appeare
            
             
               
                 (
                 Antvverpes
              
               Apostle
               )
               in
               my
               handes
               I
               beare
            
             
               And
               promise
               that
               my
               rule
               obserued
               vvell
            
             
               His
               Canons
               shall
               secure
               from
               feare
               of
               Hell
            
             
               VVhen
               IESVS
               shall
               to
               stricter
               iudgment
               come
            
             
               And
               as
               they
               haue
               deseru'de
               giue
               soules
               their
               dome
               .
            
             
               Noe
               lesse
               then
               fifty
               holy
               Orders
               stand
            
             
               Obseruant
               of
               this
               rule
               vvritt
               by
               my
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Daily
               fresh
               vvreaths
               adorne
               my
               glories
               crovvne
            
             
               As
               I
               behold
               (
               from
               high
               heau'n
               looking
               dovvne
            
             
               My
               English
               Daughters
               keepe
               vvith
               holy
               care
            
             
               Those
               statutes
               vvhich
               by
               mee
               ordained
               vveare
               .
            
             
               They
               piously
               obserue
               vvhat
               I
               haue
               vvritt
            
             
               For
               Nuns
               and
               solitarie
               liuers
               fitt
               .
            
             
               These
               Virgins
               neuer
               call
               this
               or
               that
               mine
            
             
               But
               alvvaies
               vse
               this
               phrase
               ,
               vvhat
               's
               mine
               is
               thine
            
             
               (
               As
               longe
               agoe
               in
               the
               Apostles
               time
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               Christian
               feruour
               vvas
               in
               cheifest
               prime
               ,
               )
            
             
               From
               Mothers
               knovvledge
               the
               least
               thing
               to
               hide
               ,
            
             
               They
               thinke
               a
               trespas
               for
               vvhich
               Achan
               d'ide
               .
               
            
             
             
               Each
               Virgin
               IESVS
               for
               her
               husband
               hath
               ,
            
             
               To
               vvhome
               shee
               keepes
               infallibly
               her
               faith
               ,
            
             
               Betvvixt
               Greate
               IESVS
               and
               each
               holy
               Nun
               
            
             
               As
               shee
               is
               vested
               fiances
               are
               done
            
             
               The
               Matrimoniall
               knot
               is
               t'ide
               vvhen
               shee
            
             
               Vovveth
               obedient
               ,
               chast
               and
               poore
               to
               bee
               .
            
             
               Heau'n
               is
               the
               chamber
               ,
               vvheare
               in
               ioyful
               blisse
            
             
               This
               holy
               marriage
               consummated
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               their
               superiors
               they
               doe
               knovv
               noe
               vvill
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               abjured
               haue
               their
               ovvne
               ,
               as
               ill
               .
            
             
               They
               Angels
               vvings
               haue
               ,
               vvhen
               they
               should
               obey
               ,
            
             
               And
               forthvvith
               flie
               if
               Mother
               once
               doe
               saie
               :
            
             
               At
               midnight
               they
               (
               for
               sometime
               )
               leaue
               their
               Cell
            
             
               And
               come
               to
               Church
               cald
               thether
               by
               a
               Bell
               :
            
             
               VVhere
               they
               doe
               pray
               vvhilst
               vvorldly
               people
               sleepe
               ,
            
             
               And
               Vigils
               vvith
               the
               vvatching
               Angels
               keepe
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               flesh
               against
               the
               spirit
               entreth
               field
            
             
               VVith
               prai'rs
               and
               fasting
               they
               make
               the
               flesh
               yeeld
               .
            
             
               They
               oft
               are
               guests
               at
               that
               Caelestiall
               board
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               IESVS
               hath
               vvith
               his
               ovvne
               bodie
               stord
               .
            
             
               There
               are
               they
               strengthened
               vvith
               heau'nly
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Their
               ghostly
               enemies
               avvay
               to
               chase
               .
            
             
               If
               the
               least
               spot
               contaminate
               their
               soule
               ,
            
             
               Confession
               doth
               expiate
               vvhat
               is
               foule
               ,
            
             
               I
               taught
               these
               Maides
               to
               treade
               the
               milken
               path
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Church
               is
               mine
               ,
               as
               theirs
               so
               vvas
               my
               faith
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               vve
               discend
               from
               heau'n
               to
               our
               earths
               frame
               ,
            
             
               From
               earth
               to
               hell
               ,
               and
               demaund
               of
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               VVhat
               tune
               it
               rings
               ,
               vvhat
               battailes
               haue
               bene
               fought
            
             
               Tvvixt
               light
               and
               darkenesse
               ,
               betvvixt
               good
               ,
               and
               naught
            
             
               Ievves
               Pagans
               Turkes
               ,
               our
               Region
               ,
               lovv
               Hell
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Damned
               ghoasts
               vvho
               therein
               dvvell
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               ring
               that
               they
               'gainst
               that
               Church
               spit
               their
               splene
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               in
               my
               verses
               is
               described
               seene
               .
            
             
             
               Gainst
               PETERS
               seate
               ,
               against
               the
               Church
               of
               Rome
            
             
               Did
               Heresie
               in
               battaile
               arraie
               come
               .
            
             
               Great
               Behemoth
               that
               Monstrous
               oxe
               did
               dreame
               
            
             
               To
               svvallovv
               vp
               delightfull
               Iordans
               streame
               .
            
             
               But
               PETER
               (
               cunning
               Fisher-man
               )
               vvith
               hooke
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               sea
               Leuiathan
               hath
               tooke
               .
            
             
               Chiefely
               by
               PETERS
               heau'nly
               guided
               arme
               
            
             
               Ievves
               ,
               Pagans
               ,
               heretikes
               haue
               receiud
               harme
               .
            
             
               Still
               PETER
               doth
               in
               his
               successor
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               triumph
               ouer
               gates
               of
               horrid
               night
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               of
               Stygian
               feindes
               the
               hate
               is
               great
            
             
               VVhich
               they
               to
               PETER
               beare
               ,
               and
               PETERS
               seate
               .
            
             
               But
               IESVS
               doth
               make
               e'un
               Tipheus
               pride
            
             
               To
               shovv
               this
               Church
               so
               hated
               is
               his
               bride
               .
            
             
               Thus
               God
               ,
               Christ
               ,
               MARIE
               ,
               Angels
               ,
               Saints
               ,
               Earth
               ,
               Hell
            
             
               Ioyntly
               concurre
               to
               make
               our
               Church
               a
               Bell.
               
               
            
          
           
             
               It
               remaines
               only
               novv
               vvee
               should
               declare
               ,
            
             
               Of
               this
               faire
               building
               vvho
               the
               vvorkemen
               are
               .
            
             
               The
               chiefest
               Architect
               vvho
               guides
               them
               all
            
             
               And
               giues
               directions
               hovv
               they
               labour
               shall
            
             
               Is
               IESVS
               selfe
               :
               he
               did
               deuise
               the
               frame
               ,
            
             
               And
               learnes
               the
               Craftes-men
               hovv
               to
               vvorke
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Best
               vvorkemaister
               ,
               for
               hee
               vvhen
               ends
               the
               daie
               ,
               
            
             
               VVith
               glories
               penie
               doth
               the
               vvorkemen
               paie
               .
            
             
               Novv
               you
               must
               knovv
               there
               dvvels
               in
               IESVS
               hart
               
            
             
               The
               fulnesse
               of
               each
               science
               ,
               and
               each
               art
               .
            
             
               VVith
               great
               election
               he
               his
               choise
               doth
               make
            
             
               And
               of
               a
               multitude
               some
               fevv
               stones
               take
               .
            
             
               And
               those
               of
               vvhich
               he
               meanes
               his
               Church
               to
               build
               ,
            
             
               He
               vseth
               curiouslie
               vvith
               loue
               to
               guild
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               by
               the
               vvay
               obserue
               there
               can
               be
               none
            
             
               Fit
               for
               the
               building
               ,
               but
               a
               fowresquare
               stone
               .
            
             
               A
               figure
               richly
               gracd
               '
               ,
               no
               fortunes
               frovvne
            
             
               No
               Crosse
               ,
               no
               miserie
               can
               cast
               it
               dovvne
               :
            
             
             
               And
               therefore
               NOAH
               fouresquare
               vvood
               did
               take
               ,
            
             
               Thereof
               his
               all-containing
               Arke
               to
               make
               .
            
             
               And
               Sions
               Cittie
               as
               no
               Hellish
               storme
               
            
             
               Can
               it
               annoy
               ,
               is
               built
               in
               this
               same
               forme
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               eu'ry
               stone
               he
               doth
               foure
               virtues
               carue
               
            
             
               Assisting
               man
               least
               hee
               from
               reason
               svvarue
               :
            
             
               Hee
               maketh
               temp'rance
               sit
               in
               pleasures
               vvaine
               ,
            
             
               Curbing
               the
               sensuall
               Iades
               vvith
               a
               strong
               raine
               .
            
             
               Teaching
               amidst
               a
               vvorld
               of
               sugred
               svveetes
            
             
               To
               take
               no
               more
               then
               vvhat
               vvith
               reason
               meetes
               .
            
             
               Next
               Fortitude
               vvhom
               dangers
               cannot
               quaile
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               vnexpected
               casualties
               make
               pale
               .
            
             
               This
               virtue
               of
               meane
               men
               createth
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               it
               excites
               them
               to
               attempt
               great
               things
               .
            
             
               Iustice
               vvhose
               faire
               integritie
               is
               knovvne
            
             
               In
               dealing
               out
               to
               eu'ry
               man
               is
               ovvne
               .
               
            
             
               Shee
               holds
               a
               ballaunce
               vvhich
               is
               alvvaies
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               vveighs
               to
               God
               ,
               our selfe
               ,
               our
               friend
               vvhat
               's
               due
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               lastly
               prudence
               carues
               ,
               of
               the
               foure
               best
               
            
             
               As
               being
               sole
               directrix
               of
               the
               rest
               .
            
             
               This
               Ladie
               rides
               by
               Fortitude
               her
               side
            
             
               And
               tels
               her
               ,
               as
               t
               is
               follie
               and
               rash
               pride
            
             
               In
               deaths
               occasions
               vvilfully
               to
               run
               :
            
             
               So
               is
               it
               crauen
               covvardise
               to
               shun
            
             
               All
               dangers
               ,
               vvhere
               renovvne
               and
               lasting
               fame
            
             
               May
               purchast
               be
               ,
               though
               pale
               death
               buy
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               you
               Svvash-bucklers
               of
               our
               English
               stage
               ,
            
             
               Thinke
               you
               discretion
               is
               your
               valours
               page
               ?
            
             
               Or
               vvell
               ey'd
               prudence
               doth
               your
               courage
               guide
               ?
               
            
             
               VVhen
               for
               mere
               toyes
               you
               brable
               ,
               quarrell
               ,
               chide
               ;
            
             
               Nay
               for
               just
               nothing
               ,
               lesser
               then
               a
               stravv
            
             
               You
               'le
               challenge
               to
               the
               field
               ,
               and
               vveapons
               dravv
               .
            
             
               Tell
               mee
               vvhat
               reasons
               more
               can
               you
               alledge
               ?
            
             
               Then
               that
               such
               vvould
               not
               in
               the
               Tauerne
               pledge
            
             
             
               Your
               vvoemans
               health
               ,
               or
               drunke
               gaue
               you
               the
               lie
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               God
               damme
               you
               if
               he
               doe
               not
               die
               :
            
             
               Forthvvith
               you
               send
               him
               the
               length
               of
               your
               svvord
               ,
            
             
               And
               fight
               you
               vvill
               ,
               vnlesse
               he
               eate
               his
               vvord
               .
            
             
               You
               challenge
               others
               ,
               for
               they
               tooke
               the
               vvall
               ?
            
             
               Such
               vvorthy
               motiues
               are
               for
               vvhich
               you
               braule
               :
            
             
               Saie
               you
               haue
               suff'red
               vvrong
               ,
               right
               you
               it
               vvell
               ?
            
             
               In
               going
               soule
               and
               body
               vnto
               Hell.
            
             
               VVho
               truly
               valiant
               are
               ,
               vvill
               only
               fight
            
             
               VVhen
               as
               the
               cause
               ,
               for
               vvhich
               they
               jarre
               is
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               also
               vveighty
               ,
               then
               vvith
               them
               along
            
             
               They
               justice
               take
               ,
               and
               so
               reuenge
               a
               vvrong
               :
            
             
               To
               fight
               for
               trifles
               ,
               and
               vvith
               priuate
               hand
            
             
               To
               right
               himselfe
               :
               Can
               this
               vvith
               justice
               stand
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Hovv
               odious
               are
               Duellums
               in
               Gods
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Speake
               holy
               Church
               ,
               vvhich
               to
               preuent
               this
               fight
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               from
               such
               folly
               terrify
               fond
               man
               ,
            
             
               Strikes
               it
               vvith
               all
               the
               thunder-bolts
               she
               can
            
             
               Denying
               to
               their
               bodies
               Christian
               graue
            
             
               VVhose
               soules
               in
               hell
               choose
               sepulchers
               to
               haue
               .
            
             
               But
               you
               a
               refuge
               haue
               by
               manhoods
               lavv
            
             
               To
               saue
               your
               credit
               you
               are
               forc'd
               to
               dravv
               :
            
             
               Men
               vvould
               deemeyou
               a
               dunghil
               Cocke
               ,
               a
               Covv
               ,
            
             
               Should
               you
               put
               vp
               such
               vvrong
               therefore
               you
               vovv
            
             
               You
               le
               die
               a
               thousand
               deaths
               yea
               to
               hell
               goe
            
             
               Rather
               then
               you
               vvil
               blot
               your
               honour
               soe
               .
            
             
               VVhy
               you
               are
               challeng'd
               and
               the
               vvorle
               vvould
               thinke
            
             
               Should
               you
               not
               meete
               him
               that
               for
               feare
               you
               shrinke
               .
            
             
               Harke
               my
               vviseman
               ,
               vvhat
               is
               the
               vvorld
               ?
               a
               foole
               .
            
             
               Neuer
               read
               lesson
               in
               true
               vvisdomes
               schoole
               ;
            
             
               God
               ,
               Saints
               ,
               yea
               vvisemen
               see
               vvith
               better
               sight
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               Bedlam
               follie
               in
               this
               sort
               to
               fight
               .
            
             
               Novv
               take
               your
               spectacles
               ,
               chose
               vvhich
               you
               le
               vveare
               ,
            
             
               The
               true
               fooles
               coate
               ,
               or
               haue
               fooles
               thinke
               you
               feare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Prudence
               instructeth
               tem'prance
               vvhen
               to
               vse
            
             
               Delights
               and
               pleasures
               ,
               vvhen
               them
               to
               refuse
               .
            
             
             
               VVho
               knovves
               not
               that
               the
               Dogs
               vvho
               liue
               by
               Nile
               ,
            
             
               Are
               taught
               by
               dangers
               to
               make
               hast
               the
               vvhile
            
             
               They
               drinke
               the
               streame
               ,
               for
               Crocodiles
               doe
               lie
            
             
               Vnder
               the
               vvaters
               ,
               vvherefore
               they
               must
               flie
               :
            
             
               Vrg'de
               by
               necessitie
               they
               needes
               must
               drinke
               ,
            
             
               But
               Caution
               bids
               them
               only
               lap
               the
               brinke
               .
            
             
               Man
               is
               composed
               after
               such
               a
               sort
            
             
               That
               he
               must
               sometimes
               pleasures
               haue
               and
               sport
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Constitution
               is
               of
               such
               a
               mould
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvithout
               some
               delights
               vve
               cannot
               hold
               .
            
             
               But
               t
               is
               a
               truth
               that
               pleasures
               though
               they
               smile
            
             
               As
               dang'rous
               are
               as
               Crocodiles
               of
               Nile
               :
            
             
               VVho
               then
               vvill
               harmes
               shun
               be
               his
               prudence
               such
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               drinke
               not
               of
               pleasures
               vvaters
               much
               .
            
             
               Let
               him
               not
               long
               at
               delights
               fountaine
               staie
               ,
            
             
               But
               hauing
               sipt
               ,
               let
               him
               make
               hast
               avvaie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Imagine
               novv
               vvhat
               a
               most
               goodly
               shevv
            
             
               These
               stones
               do
               make
               plast'e
               in
               an
               ord'red
               rovve
               .
            
             
               Bishops
               ,
               Priests
               ,
               Deacons
               ,
               Cloyster
               keepers
               ,
               Nuns
               ,
            
             
               And
               married
               folke
               ,
               vvho
               fill
               the
               vvorld
               vvith
               sons
               .
            
             
               To
               all
               these
               doth
               our
               vvisest
               IESVS
               Preach
               ,
            
             
               And
               hovv
               they
               should
               maintaine
               their
               puesto
               teach
               ,
            
             
               He
               bids
               vvithall
               the
               vvorkemen
               to
               haue
               care
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               do
               place
               each
               stone
               in
               that
               ranke
               ,
               vvhere
            
             
               It
               ought
               to
               stand
               :
               his
               calling
               must
               make
               fit
            
             
               For
               the
               rovv
               eu'ry
               stone
               vvhere
               they
               set
               it
               .
            
             
               Let
               not
               affection
               put
               stones
               here
               or
               there
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               the
               chiefe
               vvorkman
               vvould
               haue
               them
               els
               vvhere
            
             
               Oh
               vvhen
               the
               Architects
               obserue
               not
               this
               ,
            
             
               Disastrous
               ends
               '
               crie
               something
               vvas
               amisse
               .
            
             
               A
               cruell
               Lion
               the
               poore
               Prophet
               slaies
               ,
               
            
             
               VVhilest
               vvith
               fond
               tales
               him
               Bethels
               vvizard
               staies
               .
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               is
               his
               Fathers
               vvisest
               Son
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               performes
               svveetly
               vvhat
               he
               vvill
               haue
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Hee
               eu'ry
               one
               aduiseth
               there
               to
               stand
            
             
               As
               he
               vvas
               plact
               '
               by
               the
               chiefe
               vvorkemans
               hand
               .
            
             
               If
               high
               keepe
               there
               ,
               if
               on
               the
               Temples
               side
            
             
               Remaine
               he
               there
               ,
               if
               lovv
               ,
               there
               let
               him
               bide
               .
            
             
               Let
               not
               the
               eare
               ,
               and
               hand
               desire
               to
               see
            
             
               Nor
               vvhere
               the
               head
               is
               the
               foote
               aske
               to
               bee
               :
            
             
               Oh
               hovv
               securely
               had
               Christs
               people
               slept
               ;
            
             
               If
               euery
               man
               this
               order
               vvell
               had
               kept
               ?
            
             
               Did
               not
               Bizantium
               set
               the
               Church
               on
               fier
               ?
            
             
               VVhilest
               her
               proud
               Prelate
               labour'd
               to
               be
               higher
            
             
               Then
               God
               ordaind
               ?
               And
               in
               our
               Northerne
               line
            
             
               A
               stone
               vvas
               plac'd
               vvhich
               as
               a
               starre
               did
               shine
               ,
            
             
               But
               falling
               from
               that
               ranke
               vvherein
               he
               stood
               ,
            
             
               He
               vvallovved
               vvith
               the
               Hog
               in
               sensuall
               Mud.
               
               
            
             
               Mee
               thinkes
               I
               see
               the
               Dragon
               once
               more
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               his
               beastly
               tayle
               from
               heau'ns
               high
               hall
            
             
               Many
               faire
               starre
               pull
               dovvne
               :
               Priests
               my
               Muse
               meanes
            
             
               VVhom
               he
               made
               Marry
               ,
               nay
               for
               vviues
               take
               queanes
               :
            
             
               So
               he
               their
               Lucifer
               before
               had
               done
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               for
               his
               Paramour
               he
               tooke
               a
               Nun.
               
            
          
           
             
               IESVS
               such
               cunning
               his
               Apostles
               taught
            
             
               That
               vvith
               great
               praise
               their
               Maister-peece
               they
               vvrought
               :
            
             
               But
               amongst
               all
               vvho
               chiefly
               doth
               excell
            
             
               Is
               learned
               PAVLE
               ,
               he
               beares
               avvay
               the
               Bell
               ;
            
             
               VVhether
               vve
               count
               his
               labours
               vvhich
               are
               most
               
            
             
               Or
               curious
               vvorke
               ,
               none
               like
               to
               him
               can
               boast
               .
            
             
               VVe
               talke
               of
               Sages
               vvho
               haue
               runne
               about
            
             
               The
               vvorld
               to
               finde
               a
               little
               knovvledge
               out
               .
            
             
               So
               Plato
               and
               Pythagoras
               haue
               done
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               for
               Arts
               sake
               vvas
               burnt
               by
               Indian
               Sun.
            
             
               Plato
               vnto
               Gymnosophists
               durst
               goe
            
             
               That
               he
               their
               abstruse
               mysteries
               might
               knovv
               .
            
             
               VVas
               there
               a
               land
               in
               that
               age
               to
               vs
               knovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhether
               PAVLE
               vvent
               not
               to
               fetch
               vvood
               and
               stone
               ?
            
             
             
               Arabia
               ,
               Greekeland
               ,
               Ilands
               ,
               Asia
               ,
               Rome
            
             
               Of
               his
               great
               industrie
               to
               vvitnesse
               come
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               arr
               ,
               vvhat
               labour
               shevves
               he
               in
               his
               vvorke
            
             
               As
               he
               fits
               peeces
               for
               our
               IESVS
               Kirke
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               stones
               vvhich
               in
               this
               Church
               haue
               place
            
             
               Are
               liuing
               stones
               ,
               (
               the
               life
               is
               Faith
               and
               Grace
               .
               )
            
             
               Hee
               neuer
               thinkes
               that
               he
               hath
               done
               his
               part
               ,
            
             
               If
               IESVS
               name
               be
               not
               vvrit
               in
               each
               hart
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               le
               trauel
               vvhere
               the
               Orientall
               Sun
               
            
             
               VVith
               fierie
               jades
               doth
               his
               carreire
               first
               run
               ,
            
             
               And
               fetching
               XAVER
               ,
               place
               him
               vvith
               great
               PAVLE
            
             
               Since
               in
               so
               many
               things
               ,
               yea
               almost
               all
            
             
               Alike
               they
               are
               :
               before
               Great
               states
               and
               Kings
            
             
               Great
               IESVS
               name
               this
               chosen
               vessel
               brings
               .
            
             
               Of
               conquer'd
               Sergius
               did
               PAVLE
               get
               his
               name
               ?
            
             
               Let
               conquerd
               Iapon
               augment
               FRANCIS
               fame
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               in
               our
               vvorld
               ,
               France
               ,
               Portingal
               ,
               Spaine
               ,
               Rome
            
             
               He
               gath'red
               had
               of
               stones
               an
               endles
               some
               ,
            
             
               He
               goes
               ,
               vvhere
               first
               Aurora
               looketh
               red
               ,
            
             
               (
               Blushing
               to
               thinke
               on
               her
               Tithonus
               bed
               )
            
             
               There
               he
               plaies
               PETER
               ,
               and
               into
               the
               dores
            
             
               Of
               IESVS
               Church
               lets
               many
               thousand
               Mores
               .
            
             
               VVee
               vvill
               hereafter
               from
               that
               speach
               refraine
            
             
               
                 VVho
                 a
                 More
                 vvasheth
                 laboureth
                 in
                 vaine
                 .
              
               
            
             
               Hovv
               augments
               he
               our
               building
               as
               for
               it
               ,
            
             
               Three
               hundreth
               thousand
               stones
               he
               maketh
               fit
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Yee
               pamp'red
               Chaplines
               ,
               vvho
               in
               dovvnie
               beds
               ,
            
             
               Betvvixt
               your
               Lemmans
               armes
               repose
               your
               heads
               :
            
             
               Darkenesse
               infernall
               Monarke
               doth
               not
               feare
            
             
               That
               you
               to
               Indies
               IESVS
               name
               shall
               beare
               .
            
             
               He
               knovves
               your
               Paramours
               ,
               vvith
               vvhom
               you
               sleepe
            
             
               From
               such
               a
               vvarfare
               you
               at
               home
               vvill
               keepe
               :
            
             
               His
               Kingdome
               is
               secure
               these
               Syrens
               charmes
            
             
               From
               hurting
               him
               enfeeble
               shall
               your
               armes
               .
            
             
             
               You
               are
               vvith
               Hannibal
               in
               Capys
               tovvne
               ,
            
             
               And
               Citrie
               Dames
               shall
               take
               your
               courage
               dovvne
               :
            
             
               Though
               heau'ns
               againe
               the
               Giaunts
               troups
               should
               dread
            
             
               Vulcan
               can
               make
               no
               bolts
               in
               Venus
               bed
               .
            
          
           
             
               'Gainst
               God
               himselfe
               sin
               and
               hell
               a
               stirre
               keepe
            
             
               VVhilst
               you
               vvith
               your
               faire
               Cithereas
               sleepe
               .
            
             
               Vp
               ,
               vp
               you
               sluggards
               from
               your
               slumber
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Frame
               boltes
               on
               Virtues
               Anuil
               in
               such
               vvise
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               befitt
               Ioue
               from
               Olympus
               Hill
            
             
               To
               fling
               ,
               and
               vvith
               them
               Tellus
               of-spring
               kill
               .
            
             
               Novv
               you
               make
               vvooden
               daggers
               ,
               leaden
               svvords
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               your
               life
               is
               not
               ansvv'ring
               to
               your
               vvords
               :
            
             
               The
               bullets
               vvhich
               you
               shoote
               are
               made
               of
               claie
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               you
               your selues
               performe
               not
               vvhat
               you
               saie
               :
            
             
               Nor
               are
               they
               temp'red
               vvith
               that
               heau'nly
               heate
            
             
               VVhich
               in
               sole
               Sion
               hath
               his
               proper
               seate
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               one
               house
               alone
               by
               gift
               of
               heau'n
            
             
               In
               daies
               long
               since
               of
               Pentecost
               vvas
               geu'n
               .
            
             
               Thence
               vvith
               Prometheus
               fetch
               this
               diuine
               flame
            
             
               From
               priuate
               spirit
               such
               fire
               neuer
               came
               .
            
             
               Tesiphone
               or
               some
               more
               Hellish
               Ghoast
            
             
               Giues
               them
               vvilde
               fire
               ,
               vvho
               of
               this
               spirit
               boast
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               God
               promist
               he
               vvould
               Fisher
               men
               prouide
            
             
               VVho
               should
               in
               PETERS
               boat
               each
               time
               and
               tide
            
             
               VVith
               Nets
               and
               Angles
               in
               fresh
               streames
               ,
               and
               brookes
            
             
               In
               the
               salt
               sea
               ,
               in
               armes
               ,
               in
               creekes
               ,
               in
               crookes
            
             
               A
               Fishing
               goe
               (
               mens
               soules
               the
               fishes
               bee
            
             
               Of
               these
               at
               once
               PETER
               caught
               fiftie
               three
               .
               
            
             
               God
               promist
               he
               vvould
               likevvise
               huntesmen
               giue
            
             
               VVho
               should
               the
               hills
               ,
               the
               vales
               vvhere
               beasts
               doe
               liue
               :
            
             
               The
               Rockes
               ,
               the
               holes
               ,
               yea
               eu'ry
               vncouth
               nooke
            
             
               To
               finde
               their
               game
               vvith
               great
               industrie
               looke
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Are
               you
               these
               Fishermen
               ?
               then
               knovv
               much
               fish
            
             
               Is
               in
               VVest
               Indies
               :
               PETER
               could
               not
               vvish
            
             
             
               Genesareth
               more
               plenteous
               :
               thether
               goe
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               those
               Pagans
               IESVS
               beliefe
               knovv
               .
            
             
               There
               's
               game
               enough
               ;
               in
               eu'ry
               streame
               ,
               each
               brooke
            
             
               You
               may
               take
               Fish
               either
               vvith
               net
               or
               hooke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Are
               you
               these
               huntsmen
               then
               goe
               seeke
               your
               game
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Mogor
                 ,
                 Iaua
              
               you
               shall
               finde
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Doe
               vvee
               beleeue
               amisse
               ?
               then
               to
               vs
               come
               ,
            
             
               Tell
               vs
               of
               CHRISTS
               faith
               vvhat
               is
               the
               true
               summe
               .
            
             
               Doe
               you
               feare
               death
               ?
               tush
               that
               is
               nothing
               ,
               knovv
               .
            
             
               That
               IESVS
               faith
               by
               Martyrdomes
               must
               grovv
               .
            
             
               Oh
               burnt
               your
               soules
               vvith
               Charities
               true
               zeale
               !
            
             
               You
               vvould
               dilate
               your
               IESVS
               common
               vveale
               :
            
             
               You
               'de
               not
               expect
               game
               should
               fall
               in
               your
               mouth
            
             
               But
               you
               vvould
               goe
               to
               East
               ,
               VVest
               ,
               North
               ,
               and
               South
            
             
               As
               huntsmen
               after
               soules
               ,
               and
               eu'ry
               vvhere
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               holy
               seruice
               Churches
               reare
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               am
               I
               frantique
               ?
               as
               I
               persvvade
               those
            
             
               Of
               the
               same
               Cittie
               to
               be
               mutuall
               foes
               .
            
             
               Schisme
               ,
               errour
               ,
               paganisme
               together
               dvvell
            
             
               They
               all
               are
               Cittizen
               of
               the
               same
               Hell.
               
               
            
             
               Those
               Kingdomes
               ruinated
               soone
               vve
               see
            
             
               VVhere
               ciuil
               enmities
               and
               factions
               bee
            
             
               VVherefore
               that
               long
               hels
               common
               vvealth
               may
               stand
               ,
            
             
               You
               vvill
               not
               budge
               a
               foote
               out
               of
               your
               land
               .
            
             
               Let
               those
               vvho
               vvill
               to
               farthest
               Indies
               goe
            
             
               You
               vvarmely
               sleepe
               ,
               and
               meane
               to
               keepe
               you
               soe
            
             
               So
               did
               your
               Ancestors
               ,
               and
               t'
               is
               a
               sin
            
             
               For
               you
               nevv
               fangled
               customes
               to
               begin
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Tell
               me
               in
               histories
               can
               it
               be
               shovvne
            
             
               That
               sects
               to
               IESVS
               Chutch
               haue
               brought
               a
               stone
               ?
            
             
               O
               had
               you
               heau'nly
               fire
               vvithin
               your
               brest
            
             
               Surely
               it
               vvould
               not
               there
               confined
               rest
               .
            
             
               T'vvould
               make
               you
               leaue
               base
               earth
               and
               mount
               on
               high
            
             
               And
               vvith
               zeales
               vvings
               to
               distant
               regions
               flie
               .
            
             
             
               There
               to
               communicate
               this
               heaunly
               flame
            
             
               And
               burne
               all
               harts
               vvith
               loue
               of
               IESVS
               name
               .
            
             
               So
               did
               this
               aemulatour
               of
               great
               PAVLE
            
             
               Flie
               vvith
               seraphique
               vvings
               'bout
               the
               vvorlds
               ball
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               each
               land
               his
               IESVS
               tropheis
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Teaching
               all
               nations
               to
               sing
               IESVS
               praise
               .
            
             
               So
               before
               him
               many
               a
               zealous
               son
            
             
               Of
               
                 Bennet
                 ,
                 Francis
                 ,
                 Dominick
              
               haue
               done
               .
            
             
               Men
               for
               such
               actions
               fit
               :
               of
               single
               liues
            
             
               Not
               cumbered
               vvith
               clokebags
               called
               VViues
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               faire
               building
               not
               the
               meanest
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Hast
               thou
               deare
               youth
               ,
               vvho
               by
               the
               CROSSE
               didst
               stand
            
             
               At
               IESVS
               death
               ,
               and
               lou'd
               aboue
               all
               other
               ,
            
             
               VVeart
               there
               Created
               Son
               of
               IESVS
               Mother
               .
               
            
             
               VVhen
               vvee
               see
               IESVS
               Church
               vvith
               gold
               so
               shine
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               le
               saie
               th'Embroid'ry
               vvorke
               vvas
               chiefly
               thine
               .
            
             
               To
               loue
               thou
               doest
               the
               harts
               of
               mortalls
               moue
            
             
               Thy
               Edicts
               commaund
               nothing
               els
               but
               loue
               .
            
             
               In
               life
               loue
               is
               thy
               song
               ,
               at
               hovvre
               of
               death
            
             
               VVith
               a
               loue
               song
               ,
               thou
               yeeldest
               vp
               thy
               breath
               .
            
             
               VVith
               Charitie
               thou
               guildest
               eu'ry
               stone
            
             
               In
               golden
               vvordes
               persvvading
               eu'ry
               one
               ,
            
             
               To
               plaie
               a
               IESVS
               in
               the
               louing
               art
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               thinke
               each
               neighbour
               must
               be
               as
               thou
               vvert
            
             
               Chiefely
               belou'd
               ,
               each
               man
               a
               IESVS
               bee
               ,
            
             
               And
               loue
               his
               brother
               as
               CHRIST
               loued
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Heere
               vvee
               behold
               a
               troupe
               of
               English
               men
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               vvith
               their
               labours
               ,
               and
               industrious
               Pen
            
             
               Build
               IESVS
               Church
               ;
               so
               BONIFACIVS
               taught
            
             
               Germans
               our
               Faith
               ,
               and
               to
               Christs
               Temple
               brought
               .
            
             
               And
               vvee
               vvill
               VVILLEBRORD
               vvho
               first
               of
               all
            
             
               Made
               Frisons
               Christians
               ,
               their
               Apostle
               call
            
             
               Both
               appertaining
               to
               Cassinos
               Mount
            
             
               VVhose
               Catalogue
               such
               numberlesse
               can
               count
               .
            
             
             
               Cassinos
               Mount
               a
               second
               horse
               of
               Troie
               ,
            
             
               Bringing
               foorth
               vvorthies
               Hels
               tovvne
               to
               destroie
               .
            
             
               Cassineos
               Mount
               a
               Trojan
               horse
               vvhere
               dvvel
            
             
               Heroes
               vvho
               sacke
               not
               Ilion
               but
               Hell.
            
             
               Saint
               BENNET
               vvas
               the
               Chiron
               vvho
               first
               taught
            
             
               And
               these
               Pelides
               to
               perfection
               brought
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Mongst
               these
               IOHN
               LIDGAT
               stands
               ,
               of
               speciall
               note
               ,
            
             
               Crovvnd
               vvith
               greene
               baies
               &
               cloth'd
               vvith
               the
               same
               coate
            
             
               As
               I
               see
               him
               vvith
               others
               our
               Church
               build
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               vvith
               joye
               and
               admiration
               fild
               .
            
             
               I
               vvill
               approach
               the
               Man
               ,
               and
               of
               him
               aske
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               he
               came
               thether
               ,
               vvho
               gaue
               him
               a
               taske
            
             
               Being
               a
               Poet
               ,
               full
               of
               vvandring
               fires
               ,
            
             
               To
               vvorke
               amongst
               these
               venerable
               fires
            
             
               For
               I
               (
               fond
               man
               )
               made
               hetherto
               a
               count
            
             
               That
               Poets
               vvent
               not
               past
               the
               forked
               Mount
               :
            
             
               But
               since
               they
               climbe
               vp
               Sions
               sacred
               Hill
               ;
            
             
               I
               care
               not
               much
               if
               I
               make
               verses
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               yes
               quoth
               LIDGATE
               ,
               for
               though
               novv
               a
               daies
               ,
            
             
               The
               Crovvne
               of
               glorie
               ,
               and
               Apolloes
               baies
            
             
               So
               seldome
               meet
               .
               vvhilst
               Poets
               suite
               their
               times
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               vvanton
               humour
               of
               the
               times
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               former
               ages
               often-times
               haue
               seene
            
             
               Our
               Christian
               Prophets
               deckt
               vvith
               Lavvrel
               greene
            
             
               Ascend
               Olympus
               Mount
               :
               vvhere
               their
               chast
               laies
            
             
               Revvarded
               are
               vvith
               glories
               glitt'ring
               raies
               ,
            
             
               And
               Poets
               brovves
               vvith
               Lavvrels
               Crovvned
               are
               ,
            
             
               (
               King
               DAVID
               (
               Poets
               Phoebus
               )
               hath
               this
               care
               :
            
             
               So
               is
               Sidonius
               Crovvnd
               ,
               Prudence
               vvho
               vvrit
            
             
               Things
               vvorthy
               of
               Apollo
               full
               of
               vvitt
               .
            
             
               
                 Prosper
                 ,
                 Sedulius
              
               ,
               vvho
               the
               nine
               haue
               taught
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               sing
               hymnes
               to
               blush
               as
               Maidens
               ought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Leauing
               this
               vvorthy
               Man
               ,
               and
               thousand
               more
               ,
            
             
               Of
               the
               same
               Coate
               vvhom
               time
               makes
               vs
               passe
               o're
               .
            
             
             
               VVee
               come
               to
               Rochester
               ,
               vvho
               lost
               his
               head
            
             
               For
               not
               allovving
               HENRIES
               lavvlesse
               bed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Arts
               treasurie
               ,
               chiefe
               darling
               of
               the
               nine
               ,
            
             
               Historian
               ,
               Poet
               ,
               Oratour
               ,
               Diuine
               .
            
             
               Linguist
               Philosopher
               ,
               Statesman
               to
               King
               :
            
             
               Best
               husband
               ,
               Father
               ,
               vvhat
               not
               ?
               eu'ry
               thing
               .
               
            
             
               If
               thou
               art
               graue
               vvee
               see
               a
               Cato
               sit
               ,
            
             
               If
               merry
               ,
               flovves
               the
               Quintessence
               of
               vvit
               :
            
             
               Renovvned
               MORE
               ,
               Collegue
               in
               FISHERS
               Crovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               no
               aduersity
               ,
               no
               HARRIES
               Frovvne
            
             
               Can
               make
               approue
               vvhat
               IESVS
               thinkes
               not
               good
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               Church
               thou
               buildest
               as
               thou
               shedst
               thy
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
               Graue
               POLE
               her
               child
               ,
               vvhom
               true
               Relligions
               sake
            
             
               A
               MARGARITE
               in
               IESVS
               Church
               doth
               make
               .
            
             
               VVhom
               doth
               not
               BRISTOL
               vvith
               his
               vvritings
               moue
               ?
            
             
               VVho
               doth
               not
               REIGNOLDS
               for
               his
               braue
               vvit
               loue
               ?
            
             
               Industrious
               HARPSFEILD
               ,
               vvhose
               laborious
               Quill
            
             
               Doth
               vvith
               Church
               Records
               our
               Musaeum
               fill
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               SANDERS
               merits
               in
               this
               building
               be
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               conspicuous
               Monarchie
               vve
               see
               .
            
             
               And
               shall
               vvee
               forget
               STAPILTON
               vvho
               goes
            
             
               Arm'd
               Capapea
               against
               IESVS
               foes
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               doth
               he
               rouse
               the
               Boare
               out
               of
               his
               den
               ,
            
             
               And
               strike
               him
               dead
               vvith
               a
               vvell-guided
               Pen
               ?
            
             
               VVee
               must
               beleue
               vvhen
               vvee
               his
               vvritings
               read
               ,
            
             
               Saint
               HIEROME
               vvhilest
               hee
               liued
               vvas
               not
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thou
               my
               Londons
               CAMPION
               ,
               vvho
               at
               once
            
             
               To
               our
               Foundation
               bringest
               thy
               ten
               stones
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               dost
               thinke
               thy
               reasons
               fully
               good
               ,
            
             
               Till
               they
               be
               vvritten
               vvith
               a
               Martyrs
               bloud
               .
            
          
           
             
               Illustrous
               ALAN
               of
               more
               honourd
               note
               ,
            
             
               For
               thy
               great
               labours
               ,
               then
               the
               Purple
               Coate
            
             
               And
               Scarlet
               Hat
               ,
               vvhich
               SIMON
               PETERS
               heire
            
             
               Did
               cause
               thee
               for
               thy
               vvorthy
               acts
               to
               vveare
               .
            
             
             
               Chiefe
               Architect
               ,
               best
               vvorkman
               of
               thy
               daies
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               thy
               Dovvay
               Monument
               dost
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               found'st
               a
               quarry
               vvhich
               faire
               stones
               shall
               yeild
               ,
            
             
               VVhereof
               our
               IESVS
               vvill
               his
               Temple
               build
               .
            
             
               And
               vvhen
               vvee
               see
               thy
               Children
               stones
               make
               fit
               ,
            
             
               VVee
               saie
               that
               ALAN
               liues
               ,
               and
               labours
               yet
               .
            
          
           
             
               GIFFORD
               first
               Peere
               of
               France
               :
               of
               speciall
               note
            
             
               VVas
               thy
               great
               virtue
               ,
               vvhen
               Saint
               BENETS
               Coate
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               put
               on
               :
               as
               thou
               the
               vvorld
               dost
               scorne
            
             
               VVith
               flying
               it
               ,
               thou
               doest
               much
               more
               adorne
               
            
             
               Thy
               vvorthy
               selfe
               :
               A
               candle
               must
               not
               bide
            
             
               Vnder
               a
               Bushell
               ;
               Cloisters
               cannot
               hide
            
             
               Thy
               virtues
               luster
               :
               mightie
               Princes
               see
            
             
               Thy
               talents
               ,
               and
               on
               Candlesticke
               place
               thee
               :
            
             
               VVhere
               like
               the
               glorious
               Sun
               thou
               giuest
               light
               ,
            
             
               Expelling
               vvith
               bright
               raies
               the
               shade
               of
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVell
               on
               thy
               head
               (
               BISHOP
               )
               doth
               Miter
               sit
            
             
               Thy
               labours
               for
               our
               Church
               haue
               made
               it
               fit
               .
            
             
               Happie
               thrice
               happie
               vvould
               our
               England
               be
            
             
               If
               all
               the
               Prelates
               vveare
               like
               vnto
               thee
               .
            
             
               But
               since
               vvee
               see
               our
               dearest
               Countrie
               blest
            
             
               VVith
               such
               a
               BISHOP
               ,
               vvee
               vvill
               hope
               the
               rest
               .
            
             
               VVhilst
               KELLISON
               each
               builders
               vvorke
               doth
               vievv
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               shevves
               vvho
               haue
               the
               false
               Church
               ,
               vvho
               the
               true
               .
            
             
               Sound
               VVRITE
               in
               mans
               large
               volume
               deepely
               read
               ,
            
             
               Preparing
               ghuests
               for
               IESVS
               mystike
               bread
               .
            
             
               Doth
               not
               our
               CHAMPNEY
               the
               true
               Prelate
               Crovvne
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               he
               casts
               from
               their
               throne
               vsurpers
               dovvne
               ?
            
             
               SMYTH
               a
               true
               Goldsmith
               ballaunces
               doth
               hold
               ▪
            
             
               VVith
               vvhich
               hee
               vveigheth
               drosse
               ,
               and
               vvaighty
               gold
               .
            
             
               (
               The
               gold
               makes
               my
               nevv
               builded
               Tempel
               fine
            
             
               VVith
               the
               Drosse
               Satans
               Synagogues
               doe
               shine
               ,
               )
            
             
               His
               ballance
               eake
               all
               sorts
               of
               monie
               vveighs
               .
            
             
               The
               Counterfeit
               (
               such
               is
               rife
               novv
               a
               daies
               )
            
             
             
               Of
               Copper
               coyned
               is
               ,
               vvhich
               verie
               lovv
            
             
               In
               an
               beretique
               mine
               cald
               Hell
               doth
               grovv
               ,
            
             
               Satan
               chiefe
               coiner
               is
               ,
               but
               he
               all
               naught
            
             
               Arch-heretikes
               this
               Cos'ning
               art
               hath
               taught
               .
            
             
               VVho
               hauing
               stampt
               Christs
               picture
               on
               their
               Coine
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               the
               scriptures
               making
               their
               brasse
               shine
               :
            
             
               They
               vovv
               and
               svveare
               (
               so
               impudently
               bold
            
             
               Are
               they
               )
               because
               it
               glisters
               t
               is
               true
               gold
               .
            
             
               Manie
               they
               doe
               deceiue
               ,
               and
               vvould
               doe
               more
            
             
               As
               Smyth
               is
               ,
               vveare
               there
               not
               of
               goldsmiths
               store
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               they
               discouerd
               are
               by
               IESVS
               Lavv
               ,
            
             
               (
               Some
               punishing
               others
               to
               keepe
               in
               avv
               )
            
             
               On
               Pillaries
               as
               Cosoners
               they
               stand
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               vvhilst
               ignoble
               shame
               their
               fronts
               doth
               brand
            
             
               They
               loose
               their
               eares
               ,
               for
               lost
               they
               not
               each
               eare
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               impossible
               but
               they
               should
               heare
            
             
               An
               Oecumenick
               Councill
               ,
               vvhere
               all
               vvise
               ,
            
             
               And
               learned
               of
               the
               vvorld
               make
               lovvdest
               cries
               .
            
             
               
                 Aemonian
                 Boreas
              
               vvhen
               as
               he
               doth
               rage
            
             
               And
               vvarre
               against
               Neptunes
               vast
               Kingdome
               vvage
            
             
               Making
               the
               vvaues
               one
               'gainst
               another
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               contention
               foaming
               turne
               all
               vvhite
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               not
               great
               Ioue
               ,
               vvhen
               vvith
               his
               thundring
               noyce
            
             
               Hee
               shakes
               our
               Machin
               ,
               hath
               a
               louder
               voice
               .
            
             
               Then
               Fathers
               thus
               assembled
               vvhen
               they
               smite
            
             
               VVith
               their
               Anathemas
               these
               sons
               of
               night
               .
            
             
               Yet
               i'
               st
               not
               vvonderfull
               ?
               more
               deafe
               are
               they
            
             
               Then
               Fish
               vvhich
               svvimme
               in
               bottome
               of
               the
               sea
               .
            
             
               (
               VVaues
               of
               this
               vvorld
               ,
               of
               Pride
               ,
               of
               Schisme
               ,
               of
               Sinne
               ,
            
             
               Stop
               close
               their
               eares
               ,
               and
               let
               no
               noyce
               come
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
               More
               deafe
               then
               Fusius
               vvas
               ,
               vvhom
               vvhen
               he
               plaide
            
             
               Afflicted
               Hecuba
               the
               vvofull
               Maide
            
             
               Polyxena
               ordained
               for
               an
               hoast
               ,
            
             
               To
               satisfie
               Achillis
               angrie
               Ghost
               .
            
             
             
               VVith
               hollovves
               ,
               clamours
               ,
               scrickings
               ,
               loudest
               cries
            
             
               Could
               not
               make
               him
               from
               his
               deepe
               slumber
               rise
               .
            
             
               Doctors
               ,
               Church
               ,
               Fathers
               hollovv
               eu'ry
               vvhere
               ,
            
             
               Arch-heretikes
               are
               deafe
               ,
               and
               vvill
               not
               heare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ingenious
               FLOVD
               ,
               vvhose
               brest
               the
               nine
               did
               hire
            
             
               Long
               since
               ;
               thereof
               to
               make
               their
               Muses
               quire
               :
            
             
               Thy
               brest
               ,
               the
               mansion
               of
               each
               grace
               ,
               each
               art
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               brest
               th'attractiue
               gainer
               of
               each
               hart
               ,
            
             
               True
               Israelite
               vvithout
               vnfaithfull
               guiles
            
             
               VVithout
               Pelasgian
               artes
               ,
               and
               Sinons
               vviles
               .
            
             
               In
               virtue
               thou
               art
               first
               ,
               though
               some
               may
               goe
            
             
               In
               policies
               beyond
               thee
               ,
               so
               vvee
               knovv
            
             
               The
               children
               of
               this
               vvorld
               haue
               quicker
               sight
            
             
               In
               the
               supplanting
               art
               ,
               then
               Sons
               of
               light
               .
            
             
               Thou
               art
               Achilles
               ,
               and
               at
               Babel
               tovvne
            
             
               Able
               to
               kill
               Thersites
               vvith
               thy
               frovvne
               .
            
             
               Art
               thou
               the
               Man
               ,
               vvhose
               Pen
               againe
               made
               right
               ,
            
             
               That
               stone
               vvhich
               from
               his
               due
               place
               fell
               dovvne
               quite
            
             
               Spalatoes
               Prelate
               ?
               vvhen
               high
               Cedars
               fayle
               ,
            
             
               Shal
               not
               their
               ruine
               make
               lesse
               shrubs
               looke
               pale
               .
            
             
               None
               eake
               dispaire
               ,
               mercy
               for
               sins
               to
               finde
            
             
               VVhen
               IESVS
               is
               to
               such
               a
               trespasse
               kinde
               .
            
          
           
             
               Goe
               forvvard
               vvorthy
               man
               ,
               and
               vvith
               thy
               quill
               ,
            
             
               The
               Boare
               vvhich
               rooteth
               IESVS
               garden
               ,
               kill
               :
            
             
               Goe
               forvvards
               vvorthy
               man
               and
               vvith
               thy
               vvit
            
             
               VVrite
               such
               braue
               vvorkes
               ,
               as
               haue
               not
               yet
               bene
               vvrit
               .
            
             
               VVho
               see
               this
               Poeme
               ,
               joyntly
               let
               them
               see
            
             
               That
               I
               doe
               loue
               ,
               yea
               ovve
               my selfe
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
               Into
               the
               greater
               Floud
               so
               lesse
               Brookes
               run
            
             
               From
               vvhence
               at
               first
               their
               Origen
               begun
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Yee
               learned
               Esdrae
               ,
               vvho
               from
               Forraine
               lands
               ,
            
             
               Returning
               build
               Christs
               Church
               vvith
               pious
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Prosper
               in
               this
               your
               vvorke
               ,
               againe
               repaire
            
             
               Decaied
               Sion
               ,
               aed
               make
               it
               more
               faire
            
             
             
               Then
               t'vvas
               before
               ,
               let
               true
               faith
               sustaine
               all
               ,
            
             
               The
               roofe
               be
               Charitie
               ;
               firme
               Hope
               the
               vvall
               ,
            
             
               As
               IVDAS
               clense
               our
               Church
               ;
               and
               in
               the
               same
               
            
             
               Each
               vvhere
               aduance
               great
               IESVS
               Crosse
               and
               name
               .
            
             
               VVith
               CYRVS
               Gods
               annoynted
               you
               haue
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Your
               ATTAXERXES
               graunts
               a
               breathing
               space
               ,
            
             
               Giuing
               out
               Edicts
               in
               his
               royall
               name
               ,
            
             
               That
               none
               dare
               let
               the
               inchoated
               frame
               .
               
            
             
               The
               pleased
               heau'ns
               promise
               a
               lasting
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sanaballats
               from
               molesting
               cease
               .
            
             
               Esteeme
               this
               gracious
               fauour
               therefore
               such
               ,
            
             
               Because
               your
               Queene
               can
               do
               vvith
               King
               so
               much
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               founders
               of
               Relligious
               orders
               svveat
               ,
            
             
               Their
               diligence
               is
               much
               ,
               their
               labour
               great
               :
            
             
               For
               IESVS
               them
               commaunds
               vvith
               cunning
               hand
            
             
               To
               fit
               those
               pieces
               vvhich
               in
               chiefe
               place
               stand
               .
            
             
               The
               stones
               they
               hevve
               vvhen
               as
               they
               are
               too
               rough
               ,
            
             
               They
               plaine
               the
               vvood
               ,
               vvhen
               t
               is
               not
               smooth
               enough
               .
            
             
               VVe
               Christian
               Candor
               may
               the
               plane
               vvell
               call
            
             
               VVith
               vvhich
               they
               make
               vvhat
               is
               vneuen
               fall
               .
            
             
               The
               Hammer
               vvhich
               the
               rugged
               stones
               doth
               smite
               ,
            
             
               Is
               a
               sharpe
               toole
               of
               abnegation
               hight
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               first
               my
               Muse
               of
               glorious
               BENET
               count
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               climing
               vp
               Cassinos
               loftie
               mount
               ,
               
            
             
               Hevv'de
               many
               stones
               by
               IESVS
               so
               much
               grac'de
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               in
               Temples
               very
               top
               vvere
               plac'de
               .
            
             
               Religious
               schollers
               of
               great
               Benets
               schole
            
             
               For
               many
               hvndreth
               yeares
               the
               Church
               did
               rule
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               thousands
               of
               the
               selfe-same
               coate
               ,
            
             
               In
               Sions
               Quire
               chaunt
               Alleluias
               note
               ?
            
          
           
             
               And
               blessed
               FRANCIS
               vvho
               aboue
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               In
               that
               grace
               shinest
               vvhich
               of
               all
               is
               best
               ,
            
             
               Humilitie
               :
               vvhen
               I
               doe
               thinke
               of
               thee
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               recall
               vvhat
               IESVS
               hath
               for
               mee
               .
            
             
             
               And
               my
               sins
               suffred
               :
               thy
               mark'd
               body
               shovves
            
             
               IESVS
               fiue
               vvoundes
               causd
               by
               so
               many
               blovves
               .
            
             
               VVast
               not
               enough
               that
               thou
               didst
               dravv
               so
               neare
            
             
               To
               IESVS
               in
               thy
               soule
               ,
               but
               thou
               must
               beare
            
             
               His
               likenesse
               in
               thy
               limms
               ?
               in
               feete
               handes
               side
            
             
               Must
               IESVS
               holy
               characters
               be
               spide
               ?
            
             
               Because
               thy
               hart
               vvith
               IESVS
               loue
               aboundes
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               in
               thy
               blest
               flesh
               are
               IESVS
               vvoundes
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               alone
               from
               plenty
               of
               the
               hart
               .
            
             
               Thy
               mouth
               speakes
               IESVS
               ,
               but
               eke
               eu'ry
               part
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Some
               as
               they
               see
               the
               vvorke
               vvhich
               thou
               hast
               vvrought
            
             
               And
               vievv
               ;
               the
               stones
               ,
               vvhich
               by
               thy
               labour
               brought
            
             
               Increase
               the
               building
               ,
               make
               a
               jest
               ,
               and
               saie
            
             
               VVithout
               a
               foole
               there
               cannot
               be
               a
               plaie
               .
            
             
               They
               thinke
               thee
               foolish
               ,
               vvho
               thy
               ritches
               store
            
             
               Didst
               giue
               avvaie
               ,
               and
               aftervvards
               liue
               poore
               .
            
             
               And
               it
               is
               true
               a
               foole
               blest
               man
               thou
               vvert
               ,
            
             
               And
               novv
               thy
               holy
               sons
               plaie
               the
               fooles
               part
               .
            
             
               But
               he
               vvho
               vvhat
               is
               folly
               knovveth
               best
            
             
               VVhat
               vvisdome
               ,
               as
               he
               preacheth
               doth
               not
               jest
               .
            
             
               That
               vvho
               are
               fooles
               in
               the
               vvorlds
               purblinde
               eies
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               Gods
               best
               seeing
               sight
               are
               truly
               vvise
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               if
               vve
               rightly
               censure
               he
               's
               a
               sott
            
             
               VVho
               judgeth
               that
               for
               good
               vvhich
               good
               is
               not
               .
            
             
               Hovv
               many
               doe
               vvee
               see
               ,
               vvho
               are
               all
               ill
            
             
               Haue
               riches
               ,
               honours
               ,
               pleasures
               at
               their
               vvill
               ?
            
             
               VVhen
               good
               are
               poore
               (
               if
               there
               can
               good
               men
               be
            
             
               In
               this
               vilde
               vvorld
               vvhere
               most
               men
               bad
               vve
               see
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               Antiquitie
               makes
               Plutus
               blinde
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               seldome
               honest
               men
               can
               finde
            
             
               To
               pleasure
               vvith
               his
               drosse
               :
               the
               very
               same
            
             
               As
               to
               the
               good
               Ioue
               sendeth
               him
               falls
               lame
               .
            
             
               But
               vvhen
               hee
               's
               bid
               to
               vvicked
               men
               repaire
               ,
            
             
               He
               puts
               on
               vvings
               ,
               and
               flieth
               in
               the
               aire
               .
            
             
             
               In
               our
               great
               IESVS
               vvas
               all
               vvisdomes
               store
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               did
               he
               liue
               contemned
               here
               and
               poore
               .
            
             
               VVhat
               pleasures
               had
               he
               ?
               vvhom
               he
               loued
               best
            
             
               His
               Mother
               and
               Apostles
               nere
               could
               rest
            
             
               Alvvaies
               in
               troubles
               ;
               of
               all
               men
               thought
               vvorst
            
             
               Despis'de
               ,
               neglected
               ,
               suffring
               hunger
               ,
               thirst
               ,
            
             
               Cloth'd
               poorely
               ,
               entertaind
               vvith
               scoffes
               ,
               vvith
               quips
               .
            
             
               Esteemd
               seducers
               ,
               dang'rous
               ;
               beate
               vvhith
               vvhips
               .
            
             
               Surely
               if
               vvorldly
               men
               the
               right
               vvay
               goe
            
             
               IESVS
               vvould
               not
               haue
               let
               his
               friends
               liue
               soe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Further
               great
               Saint
               ,
               though
               thy
               sons
               appeare
               base
               ,
               
            
             
               This
               verie
               basenesse
               doth
               the
               temple
               grace
               .
            
             
               The
               stones
               are
               rough
               ,
               vvhich
               vndermost
               of
               all
            
             
               Support
               the
               building
               that
               it
               doe
               not
               fall
               .
            
             
               Such
               stones
               in
               vision
               that
               great
               Prelate
               savv
            
             
               VVho
               gaue
               allovvance
               to
               thy
               stricter
               lavv
               .
            
             
               In
               the
               vvorld
               is
               varietie
               of
               things
               ,
            
             
               All
               cannot
               Kesars
               be
               and
               mightie
               Kings
               .
            
             
               All
               are
               not
               persons
               fit
               for
               Princes
               court
               .
            
             
               There
               must
               be
               some
               vvho
               are
               of
               meaner
               sort
               :
            
             
               Some
               must
               to
               Indies
               goe
               ,
               some
               in
               shops
               stand
            
             
               There
               must
               be
               contriemen
               to
               plough
               the
               land
               .
            
             
               Yet
               this
               so
               much
               varietie
               of
               place
            
             
               Not
               only
               must
               be
               ,
               but
               eke
               giues
               a
               grace
               .
            
             
               Neither
               are
               riches
               equally
               to
               all
            
             
               Out
               dealt
               ;
               some
               are
               vvhom
               vvealthy
               men
               vve
               call
               .
            
             
               Others
               are
               poore
               ,
               vvhat
               then
               ?
               ther
               's
               no
               lesse
               art
            
             
               In
               representing
               vvell
               the
               poore
               mans
               part
               .
            
             
               Then
               in
               the
               acting
               of
               a
               King
               or
               Duke
            
             
               VVisemen
               vvhat
               part
               is
               plaid
               not
               so
               much
               looke
               ,
            
             
               As
               hovv
               t'
               is
               done
               :
               you
               vvill
               graunt
               IESVS
               vvise
            
             
               Yet
               he
               plaid
               Codrus
               in
               a
               poore
               mans
               guise
               .
            
             
               Codrus
               he
               acted
               and
               in
               beggers
               vveed
            
             
               To
               saue
               his
               people
               vvillingly
               did
               bleed
               .
            
             
             
               (
               Happy
               vvho
               chose
               vvith
               IESVS
               to
               be
               poore
               ,
            
             
               And
               vvith
               their
               Maister
               beg
               from
               doore
               to
               doore
               .
            
             
               Happy
               thrice
               happy
               such
               :
               this
               is
               my
               note
               ;
            
             
               Though
               the
               vvorld
               laugh
               ,
               and
               forth
               vvith
               saie
               I
               dote
               )
            
             
               Our
               IESVS
               knevv
               if
               he
               should
               keepe
               his
               state
               ,
            
             
               No
               malice
               vvould
               praeoccupate
               his
               fate
               .
            
             
               No
               Priests
               vvould
               for
               him
               thirtie
               pence
               out
               tell
            
             
               No
               Iudas
               vvould
               his
               sou'raigne
               so
               cheape
               sell.
            
             
               VVherefore
               he
               makes
               himselfe
               vvith
               Codrus
               poore
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               death
               doth
               man
               to
               life
               restore
               .
            
             
               FRANCIS
               exprest
               the
               poore
               mans
               person
               to
            
             
               VVhich
               he
               of
               IESVS
               learned
               so
               to
               doe
               ,
            
             
               That
               vvhen
               the
               dramme
               vvith
               his
               life
               did
               expire
            
             
               A
               clap
               vvas
               giu'n
               by
               God
               and
               Angels
               quire
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               though
               last
               ,
               yet
               not
               LOIOLA
               least
            
             
               As
               daintie
               junkets
               at
               end
               of
               a
               feast
               ,
            
             
               So
               novv
               the
               vvorld
               is
               old
               and
               almost
               past
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               invite
               and
               please
               our
               Christian
               tast
               :
            
             
               VVhen
               vvith
               thee
               in
               thy
               banner
               thou
               dost
               bring
            
             
               The
               name
               of
               IESVS
               our
               all
               conq'ring
               King.
            
             
               Blest
               such
               true
               Sons
               ,
               vvho
               in
               their
               hart
               and
               flag
            
             
               Haue
               IESVS
               vvrit
               ,
               and
               vvith
               their
               Father
               brag
            
             
               Not
               in
               fames
               shaddovv
               ,
               sumptuous
               buildings
               ,
               drosse
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               in
               their
               IESVS
               name
               and
               CROSSE
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhat
               hath
               Semiramis
               obtaind
               the
               Crovvne
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               shevves
               Magnificence
               in
               Babels
               tovvne
               ?
            
             
               Or
               doe
               the
               Amazons
               for
               ILIONS
               sake
            
             
               By
               Argiues
               ransaked
               a
               nevv
               Troie
               make
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Hath
               Dido
               as
               shee
               sees
               Sichaeus
               dead
            
             
               Into
               hott
               Afrique
               from
               Pigmalion
               fled
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               shee
               imploies
               the
               treasure
               of
               her
               Purse
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               erecting
               of
               a
               stately
               burse
               .
            
             
               Our
               chiefe
               Preist
               IESVS
               through
               false
               treason
               dies
               ,
            
             
               From
               second
               Nuptials
               his
               Eliza
               flies
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               MARTHA
               the
               vveeping
               MARIES
               sister
               fled
            
             
               First
               in
               this
               maner
               a
               Pigmalions
               bed
               .
            
             
               And
               vvith
               her
               folke
               comming
               to
               Marsiles
               shore
               ,
            
             
               Of
               liuing
               stones
               gath'red
               a
               royall
               store
            
             
               To
               build
               a
               Church
               ,
               vvhere
               rightly
               should
               be
               done
               ,
            
             
               Best
               victimes
               to
               her
               Gods
               eternal
               son
               .
            
             
               These
               stones
               vvere
               Virgins
               ,
               Chrysolithes
               them
               name
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               refined
               vvere
               in
               true
               loues
               flame
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               troope
               of
               royall
               dames
               to
               labour
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Some
               the
               foundation
               ,
               some
               build
               vp
               the
               vvall
               :
            
             
               Most
               of
               the
               Companie
               ascend
               aboue
               ,
            
             
               And
               deck
               the
               highest
               roofe
               vvith
               golden
               loue
               .
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               summer
               month
               vvee
               often
               see
            
             
               The
               hiues
               frequented
               by
               the
               busie
               Bee
               ,
            
             
               Some
               goe
               from
               home
               ,
               some
               come
               backe
               to
               the
               Hiue
               ,
            
             
               Each
               pritty
               soule
               as
               Emulous
               doth
               striue
            
             
               VVho
               shall
               doe
               most
               ?
               the
               drones
               and
               vvho
               are
               slacke
            
             
               As
               they
               approach
               ,
               are
               from
               the
               hiue
               beat
               backe
               :
            
             
               Some
               to
               bring
               vp
               the
               young
               ones
               haue
               a
               care
               ,
            
             
               Some
               to
               vnburden
               those
               vvho
               loaden
               are
            
             
               VVhilst
               none
               are
               idle
               ,
               none
               spend
               ill
               their
               time
               ,
            
             
               The
               honied
               house
               smels
               redolent
               vvith
               thyme
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               Parthenian
               troupe
               none
               idle
               stand
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               the
               labour
               each
               one
               puts
               her
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               bring
               vvell-tasting
               honie
               to
               the
               hiues
               ,
            
             
               (
               Their
               actions
               honie
               are
               suck'd
               from
               Saints
               liues
               )
            
             
               On
               flovv'res
               of
               Saints
               braue
               deedes
               these
               Virgins
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               praire
               .
               feeding
               suck
               out
               ,
               vvhat
               is
               best
               .
            
             
               They
               learne
               of
               DOMINICK
               and
               KATRINE
               zeale
            
             
               To
               praie
               and
               labour
               for
               their
               neighbours
               vveale
               .
            
             
               Of
               FRANCIS
               they
               humilitie
               doe
               learne
               ,
            
             
               Of
               CLARE
               hovv
               to
               themselues
               they
               shal
               be
               stearne
               ,
            
             
               And
               full
               of
               svveete
               they
               come
               backe
               to
               their
               home
            
             
               VVhere
               they
               the
               honie
               make
               and
               honie
               combe
               .
            
             
             
               All
               full
               of
               louely
               svveet
               ,
               amongst
               them
               all
            
             
               Not
               one
               conuerseth
               vvho
               hath
               the
               least
               gall
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               IESVS
               Church
               neuer
               hath
               shades
               of
               night
               ,
            
             
               But
               a
               perpetuall
               and
               constant
               light
               ,
            
             
               Thereof
               vvee
               must
               ascribe
               not
               the
               least
               part
            
             
               To
               these
               Bees
               and
               their
               honie
               making
               art
               .
            
             
               These
               Maiden
               Bees
               a
               Virgin
               vvaxe
               doe
               vvorke
            
             
               Of
               vvhich
               are
               Candles
               made
               for
               IESVS
               Kirke
               .
            
             
               Their
               liues
               are
               Torches
               ,
               from
               vvhence
               light
               is
               gi'un
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               as
               men
               see
               they
               praise
               the
               God
               of
               heau'n
               ,
               
            
             
               MARCELLA
               ,
               FABIA
               ,
               PAVLA
               and
               her
               childe
            
             
               EVSTOCHIVM
               in
               such
               vvorke
               vvere
               neuer
               toild
               .
            
             
               (
               EVSTOCHIVM
               natures
               vvonder
               in
               vvhose
               brest
               ,
            
             
               Most
               arts
               ,
               all
               virtues
               ,
               chiefest
               tongues
               did
               rest
               )
            
          
           
             
               VVe
               thee
               (
               SCHOLASTICA
               )
               amongst
               the
               first
            
             
               Behold
               a
               Romaine
               CLAeLIA
               ,
               vvho
               durst
            
             
               Be
               author
               to
               thy
               high
               descended
               Dames
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               they
               shall
               eternize
               their
               royall
               names
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               thy
               Eduina
               sprung
               of
               English
               Kings
            
             
               Vnto
               our
               Temple
               a
               ritch
               Saphyr
               brings
               ,
               
            
             
               VVee
               'le
               say
               by
               her
               oblation
               may
               be
               seene
            
             
               Although
               she
               spurn'da
               Crovvne
               ,
               shee
               vvas
               a
               Queene
               .
            
             
               Of
               many
               
                 Hildas
                 ,
                 Rictruds
              
               could
               vvee
               tell
               ,
            
             
               By
               thee
               instructed
               in
               religious
               Cell
            
             
               To
               offer
               amethysts
               vvhose
               virtues
               rare
            
             
               Against
               intemperance
               approoued
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               vvell
               tun'de
               voices
               to
               make
               vp
               a
               Quire
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               vvill
               not
               goe
               vvith
               IEREMIE
               ,
               and
               hire
               
            
             
               Lamenting
               vvoemen
               ,
               vvho
               shall
               NENIAS
               sing
               ,
            
             
               For
               good
               IOSIAS
               death
               their
               slaughtred
               King.
            
             
               Thy
               English
               Nymphes
               (
               Great
               Saint
               )
               shall
               neuer
               fayle
               
            
             
               By
               daie
               ,
               by
               night
               their
               IESVS
               death
               to
               vvaile
               .
            
             
               They
               shall
               in
               streetes
               of
               Adradremon
               mone
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               blacke
               fieldes
               of
               Mageddo
               grone
               .
            
             
             
               They
               shall
               fill
               Adadremmon
               vvith
               said
               cries
               ,
            
             
               Because
               IOSIAS
               in
               Mageddo
               dies
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               Great
               GREGORIE
               procurer
               of
               our
               blisse
            
             
               The
               Quires
               chiefe
               Maister
               ,
               and
               directour
               is
               .
            
             
               Though
               Pope
               ,
               yet
               for
               his
               Father
               BENETS
               sake
            
             
               He
               for
               his
               sisters
               holy
               songs
               vvill
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               the
               ditties
               vvith
               their
               tunes
               are
               plaine
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               there
               is
               Majestie
               in
               en'ry
               straine
               :
            
             
               Yea
               though
               deaths
               songs
               resound
               in
               eu'ry
               place
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               this
               sorrovv
               giue
               the
               Musike
               grace
               .
            
             
               And
               men
               shal
               argue
               as
               their
               rauisht
               eare
               ,
            
             
               Such
               pleasant
               straines
               of
               Melodie
               doth
               heare
               :
            
             
               VVhether
               on
               Organs
               once
               more
               Angels
               plaie
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               manie
               Cecilies
               together
               praie
               .
            
             
               Or
               els
               the
               Nine
               leauing
               their
               forked
               hill
               ,
            
             
               Our
               lovver
               Orbe
               vvith
               Harmonie
               doe
               fill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               also
               vve
               behold
               bare-footed
               CLARE
               .
            
             
               Her
               Damsels
               eake
               though
               noble
               bare-foote
               are
               :
            
             
               I
               dispute
               vvith
               my selfe
               vvhat
               shall
               be
               done
               ,
            
             
               By
               these
               so
               royal
               Ladies
               vvithout
               shoone
               .
            
             
               Doth
               it
               by
               IESVS
               vvill
               to
               their
               lot
               fall
               ,
            
             
               To
               prepare
               Morter
               for
               the
               Churches
               vvall
               ?
            
             
               Yes
               sure
               ,
               CLARE
               vvas
               a
               Morter
               treading
               Dame
               ,
            
             
               The
               Morter
               vvas
               riches
               ,
               base
               pleasures
               ,
               fame
               ,
            
             
               To
               trample
               on
               such
               Morter
               CLARE
               did
               vse
               ,
            
             
               This
               vvas
               the
               reason
               vvhy
               shee
               vvore
               no
               shoes
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               trash
               vvith
               vvhose
               loue
               the
               vvorld
               doth
               burne
               ,
            
             
               Her
               chaster
               of-spring
               vvith
               their
               feete
               doe
               spurne
               .
            
             
               Doe
               vve
               not
               see
               vvhilst
               these
               such
               Morter
               tread
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               vvoeman
               brusing
               the
               old
               serpents
               head
               .
            
          
           
             
               IESVS
               to
               FRANCIS
               ,
               he
               to
               CLARE
               did
               Preach
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               of
               pouertie
               a
               lesson
               teach
               .
            
             
               She
               learnes
               her
               Nuns
               in
               spirit
               to
               be
               poore
            
             
               And
               then
               vvhat
               nature
               askes
               to
               vse
               no
               more
               .
            
             
             
               Nay
               the
               strict
               lavves
               of
               pouertie
               are
               such
            
             
               That
               often-times
               it
               must
               not
               haue
               so
               much
               .
            
             
               For
               vvhere
               sufficient
               is
               ,
               nothing
               doth
               vvant
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               certaine
               that
               there
               Pouertie
               is
               scant
               .
            
             
               VVhere
               transitorie
               things
               abundant
               are
               ,
            
             
               There
               vve
               doe
               vvant
               true
               daughters
               of
               poore
               CLARE
               .
            
             
               Each
               Nun
               must
               be
               familiar
               vvith
               these
               foure
            
             
               Daughters
               of
               pouertie
               all
               Christned
               poore
               .
            
             
               
                 Poore
                 fare
                 ,
                 poore
                 Clothes
                 ,
                 poore
                 lodging
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 poore
                 Cell
              
               .
            
             
               Let
               her
               not
               thinke
               her selfe
               in
               health
               ,
               not
               vvell
               ,
            
             
               Vnlesse
               to
               these
               foure
               sisters
               vvhom
               her
               God
            
             
               So
               much
               esteemes
               ,
               shee
               joyne
               her selfe
               the
               od
               .
            
          
           
             
               TERESA
               glorie
               of
               novv-dearest
               Spaine
            
             
               Top
               of
               Carmelus
               ,
               smoothing
               vvith
               thy
               Plane
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               rugged
               is
               :
               each
               sexe
               thou
               makest
               nevv
            
             
               VVhilst
               thou
               dost
               both
               vvith
               abnegation
               hevv
               ,
            
             
               Surely
               blest
               Nymph
               ,
               ELIAS
               vvill
               not
               grieue
               ,
            
             
               If
               in
               his
               order
               vve
               a
               share
               thee
               giue
               .
            
             
               Nor
               can
               his
               children
               justly
               make
               complainte
               ,
            
             
               As
               IESVS
               giues
               a
               Canonized
               Sainte
               :
            
             
               So
               vvhen
               the
               troopes
               of
               IABIN
               conqu'red
               are
            
             
               BARACH
               and
               IAHELS
               vvife
               the
               glorie
               share
               .
            
             
               T
               is
               true
               ,
               foyld
               Sisara
               from
               BARACH
               fled
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               IAHELS
               vvife
               the
               nayle
               strucke
               on
               the
               head
               .
            
             
               The
               great
               ELIAS
               put
               selfe-loue
               to
               flight
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               vvith
               thy
               perfect
               rule
               dost
               kill
               him
               quite
               .
            
             
               In
               MOYSES
               lavv
               vvhat
               only
               vvas
               in
               chase
               ,
            
             
               Is
               fully
               vanquish't
               in
               the
               lavv
               of
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sure
               ZEVXIS
               had
               much
               choise
               ,
               vvho
               vvhen
               he
               vvas
               ,
            
             
               To
               paint
               Ioues
               sister
               as
               a
               beauteous
               las
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               Virgins
               had
               of
               feature
               rare
               ,
            
             
               Lims
               equally
               compacted
               ,
               faces
               faire
            
             
               Presented
               to
               his
               vievv
               ,
               that
               euery
               part
            
             
               VVhich
               vvas
               most
               eminent
               by
               his
               great
               art
            
             
             
               He
               might
               expresse
               ;
               one
               Virgin
               gold
               thread
               vveares
            
             
               In
               tresses
               place
               :
               he
               dravves
               her
               golden
               heires
               .
            
             
               He
               paints
               anothers
               forehead
               high
               yet
               plaine
            
             
               There
               Venus
               might
               make
               sport
               ,
               and
               Iuno
               raigne
               :
            
             
               And
               curiouflie
               obserueth
               all
               theit
               eyes
            
             
               As
               vvanton
               Cupid
               vp
               and
               dovvne
               them
               flies
               ;
            
             
               And
               vvhere
               the
               Boye
               is
               vvaggish
               ,
               yet
               in
               avve
            
             
               Of
               Mothers
               presence
               ,
               he
               that
               eye
               doth
               dravv
               .
            
             
               He
               makes
               a
               nose
               rise
               like
               a
               marble
               tovvre
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               eies
               too
               lips
               in
               vvhich
               as
               in
               a
               bovvre
            
             
               Fragrant
               vvith
               Roses
               delight
               lou'de
               to
               dvvell
            
             
               (
               Roses
               they
               vvere
               for
               colour
               and
               for
               smell
               )
            
             
               Hee
               dravves
               the
               Colour
               vvith
               his
               pensil
               right
               ,
            
             
               To
               giue
               the
               smell
               exceeds
               his
               Pensils
               might
               .
            
             
               Eares
               as
               Bee-hiues
               he
               makes
               ;
               though
               no
               Bee
               there
            
             
               (
               For
               Bees
               vvith
               stings
               might
               the
               beholders
               feare
               )
            
             
               (
               But
               in
               the
               patterne
               may
               be
               there
               vvare
               some
               ,
            
             
               For
               hovv
               should
               honie
               els
               in
               the
               hiues
               come
               ?
               )
            
             
               Yet
               tvvo
               rich
               perles
               (
               and
               they
               shevvd
               vvondrous
               vvel
               )
            
             
               Did
               hang
               as
               Clappers
               at
               each
               siluer
               Bell.
            
             
               A
               dimple
               graced
               much
               a
               Ladies
               chin
            
             
               Dravving
               that
               part
               he
               put
               the
               dimple
               in
            
             
               A
               Nymph
               as
               her
               the
               painter
               much
               doth
               vievv
               ,
            
             
               Dieth
               her
               cheekes
               vvith
               a
               Vermilion
               hevv
               ,
            
             
               Those
               cheekes
               vvhich
               by
               that
               blushing
               got
               much
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               blushing
               paintes
               ,
               and
               so
               makes
               vp
               his
               face
               .
            
             
               Like
               to
               the
               face
               all
               parts
               dovvne
               to
               the
               feet
               ,
            
             
               In
               handsomnes
               and
               just
               proportion
               meete
               .
            
             
               To
               vvhich
               he
               could
               no
               more
               perfection
               giue
               ,
            
             
               Vnlesse
               his
               cunning
               had
               made
               all
               to
               liue
               .
            
             
               But
               had
               Prometheus
               giu'n
               heatc
               to
               this
               Dame
               '
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               should
               againe
               haue
               hear
               of
               Paris
               flame
               ,
            
             
               And
               once
               more
               Phrigians
               through
               Sicilians
               ire
               ,
            
             
               Should
               haue
               done
               penance
               vvith
               their
               Citties
               fire
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Surely
               vvhen
               blest
               TERESA
               did
               deuise
            
             
               The
               model
               of
               her
               vvorke
               ,
               before
               her
               eies
            
             
               God
               set
               each
               order
               ,
               as
               a
               beauteous
               Dame
            
             
               That
               vvhat
               in
               each
               vvas
               perfect
               ,
               in
               her
               frame
            
             
               Shee
               might
               expresse
               ,
               vvith
               eu'ry
               order
               stands
            
             
               IESVS
               great
               selfe
               ,
               the
               vvorke
               of
               vvhose
               blest
               hands
            
             
               Each
               order
               is
               .
               TERESA
               on
               him
               lookes
            
             
               His
               vvordes
               her
               lessons
               are
               ,
               his
               deedes
               her
               bookes
               .
            
             
               Shee
               markes
               that
               he
               doth
               doe
               far
               more
               then
               saie
            
             
               VVhen
               he
               commands
               ,
               he
               leads
               himselfe
               the
               vvaie
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               to
               Nuns
               shee
               Preacheth
               vvith
               her
               actes
               ,
            
             
               And
               teacheth
               not
               so
               much
               by
               vvordes
               as
               facts
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               she
               her
               life
               in
               vvritings
               forth
               doth
               bring
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               Xenophon
               she
               faineth
               not
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               her selfe
               trulie
               expresseth
               hovv
               ,
            
             
               A
               votarie
               is
               bound
               to
               keepe
               her
               vovv
               .
            
             
               If
               Virtues
               fulnesse
               anie
               vvhere
               doth
               vvant
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               vvhere
               the
               humble
               virtue
               made
               her
               scant
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               she
               each
               order
               vievves
               ,
               a
               graue
               svveete
               Quire
               ,
            
             
               From
               one
               she
               learnes
               ,
               though
               charities
               best
               fire
            
             
               Descend
               from
               heau'n
               :
               yet
               she
               obserues
               the
               care
            
             
               Another
               hath
               by
               meanes
               of
               mentall
               praier
            
             
               To
               keepe
               it
               in
               :
               This
               praier
               must
               serue
               the
               turne
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               her
               Virgins
               breasts
               make
               loues
               fire
               burne
               .
            
             
               And
               vvithout
               this
               Relligion
               is
               nighte
               ,
            
             
               This
               must
               to
               each
               act
               giue
               a
               cheerefull
               lighte
               .
            
             
               Her
               Nuns
               must
               oft
               retire
               vnto
               their
               Cell
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               reflect
               ,
               hovv
               idly
               or
               hovv
               vvell
            
             
               They
               haue
               spent
               precious
               time
               :
               hovv
               that
               or
               this
            
             
               They
               may
               amend
               :
               vvhen
               it
               is
               done
               amisse
               .
            
             
               VVhen
               in
               obeying
               they
               are
               slovv
               ,
               vvhen
               halt
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               motiues
               ,
               and
               vvhat
               meanes
               to
               mend
               this
               fault
               .
            
             
             
               Terrene
               propensions
               doe
               keepe
               dovvne
               their
               soule
               ,
            
             
               Some
               blemishes
               their
               purity
               make
               foule
               .
            
             
               Here
               meditation
               makes
               them
               mount
               on
               highe
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               top
               of
               all
               perfection
               flie
               ,
            
             
               To
               vvash
               their
               sins
               in
               IESVS
               clensing
               bloud
            
             
               And
               bath
               their
               errours
               in
               a
               vveeping
               floud
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               him
               vvhose
               rare
               discretion
               is
               seene
            
             
               In
               invvard
               motions
               ,
               the
               foure
               virtues
               Queene
            
             
               Prudence
               she
               learnes
               ,
               this
               doth
               direct
               her
               Quill
               ,
            
             
               VVhilest
               she
               her
               Papers
               doth
               vvith
               precepts
               fill
               :
            
             
               She
               teacheth
               hers
               to
               meditate
               on
               sins
               ,
            
             
               And
               Heli
               ;
               as
               complacence
               of
               good
               begins
            
             
               To
               puffe
               them
               vp
               ;
               againe
               vvhen
               feares
               cast
               dovvne
               
            
             
               To
               ponder
               Gods
               great
               mercy
               ,
               and
               heau'ns
               crovvne
               .
            
             
               She
               hamm'reth
               much
               on
               this
               ,
               doth
               this
               much
               Preach
               ,
            
             
               Hovv
               vnto
               God
               alone
               their
               loue
               must
               reach
               .
            
             
               They
               feare
               loue
               ,
               honour
               must
               ,
               and
               serue
               their
               God
            
             
               For
               himselfe
               onely
               ,
               not
               for
               feare
               of
               rod
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               punisheth
               transgressours
               ,
               not
               for
               lust
            
             
               Of
               those
               svveete
               meates
               ,
               vvherevvith
               he
               feedes
               the
               just
               .
            
             
               She
               teacheth
               them
               ,
               although
               on
               earth
               they
               dvvell
            
             
               To
               build
               vvithin
               their
               soules
               an
               heau'nly
               Cell
               .
            
             
               (
               The
               Saints
               their
               God
               in
               the
               heau'ns
               alvvaies
               finde
               ,
            
             
               God
               dvvelleth
               in
               a
               recollected
               minde
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Mans
               body
               is
               not
               made
               of
               iron
               or
               stone
            
             
               As
               our
               soule
               is
               not
               flesh
               ,
               so
               t'
               is
               not
               bone
               .
            
             
               Fond
               dissolution
               doth
               the
               spirit
               spill
            
             
               Too
               much
               attention
               doth
               the
               vvhole
               man
               kill
               .
            
             
               VVherefore
               of
               approou'de
               Orders
               she
               doth
               take
            
             
               Each
               best
               thing
               ,
               and
               a
               temp'red
               medly
               make
               .
            
             
               In
               MOYSES
               lavv
               Gods
               people
               shevv'd
               their
               loue
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               sacrifizing
               of
               a
               Turtle
               Doue
               .
            
             
               A
               bird
               vvhich
               doth
               due
               hovvres
               and
               seasons
               knovv
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               fit
               times
               vnto
               her
               home
               doth
               goe
               .
            
             
             
               Her
               daughters
               offer
               Turtles
               vvhen
               they
               spend
            
             
               In
               pious
               mirth
               the
               hovvre
               ,
               vvhich
               for
               that
               end
            
             
               Their
               rule
               appoints
               ,
               nor
               is
               their
               vvonted
               fier
            
             
               VVith
               this
               made
               lesse
               ,
               but
               rather
               flieth
               higher
               .
            
             
               As
               sacred
               birds
               they
               mutually
               doe
               moue
            
             
               Each
               other
               by
               such
               conference
               to
               loue
               .
            
             
               They
               offer
               Turtles
               vvhen
               they
               leaue
               to
               speake
               ,
            
             
               For
               feare
               they
               should
               commanded
               silence
               breake
               .
            
             
               Then
               they
               goe
               home
               ,
               I
               meane
               vnto
               their
               Cell
            
             
               VVhere
               in
               reflection
               of
               past
               talke
               they
               dvvell
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               vvas
               instructed
               in
               great
               IESVS
               schole
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               sort
               to
               mitigate
               her
               rule
               .
            
             
               That
               the
               most
               tender
               may
               i'ts
               rigour
               bide
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               the
               strong
               complexion
               may
               be
               tride
               .
            
             
               The
               flesh
               vvith
               too
               much
               pampring
               is
               too
               bold
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               too
               much
               curbing
               long
               it
               cannot
               hold
               :
            
             
               Shee
               doth
               not
               vnto
               this
               or
               that
               side
               leane
            
             
               But
               euer
               treadeth
               in
               the
               golden
               meane
               .
            
             
               No
               vvonder
               then
               ,
               though
               IESVS
               mother
               vvill
            
             
               Make
               her
               chiefe
               mansion
               in
               vvhite
               Carmel
               hill
               :
            
             
               No
               vvonder
               eke
               though
               in
               our
               IESVS
               time
            
             
               So
               many
               Nymphs
               the
               top
               of
               Carmel
               climbe
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               (
               mighty
               Princes
               )
               vvee
               a
               Church
               haue
               built
            
             
               Eu'n
               from
               the
               ground
               our
               vvals
               reard
               ,
               the
               roofe
               guilt
               ▪
            
             
               VVith
               lampe
               enlight'ned
               it
               ,
               vvith
               Pictures
               grac'te
            
             
               (
               Your
               ancestors
               )
               firme
               Pillars
               in
               it
               plac'te
               .
            
             
               And
               set
               on
               top
               thereof
               a
               loud
               voic'de
               Bell
            
             
               VVhich
               shall
               hereafter
               times
               and
               ages
               tell
            
             
               VVhose
               Church
               it
               is
               :
               the
               Priest
               ,
               the
               Hoast
               (
               Gods
               Son
               )
            
             
               VVhat
               Sacramentall
               rites
               in
               it
               are
               done
               )
            
             
               VVe
               haue
               describde
               ,
               and
               added
               a
               svveete
               Quire
               ,
            
             
               Giu'n
               eake
               vnto
               our
               vvorkemen
               their
               due
               hire
            
             
               A
               grateful
               memorie
               :
               )
               all
               vvhich
               at
               first
            
             
               VVe
               for
               your
               royall
               sakes
               begun
               ,
               and
               durst
            
             
             
               Goe
               forvvardes
               in
               the
               inchoated
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Till
               vvee
               had
               fully
               perfited
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               VVherefore
               in
               justice
               giuing
               all
               their
               due
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Church
               and
               Architect
               belongs
               to
               you
               .
            
             
               To
               you
               belongs
               the
               vvhole
               ,
               to
               you
               each
               stone
               ,
            
             
               Accept
               then
               ,
               and
               protect
               vvhat
               is
               your
               ovvne
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               
                 Kings
                 for
                 fathers
                 to
                 his
                 Church
                 vvill
                 giue
              
            
             
               For
               
                 Nurces
                 Queenes
              
               :
               our
               Church
               beginnes
               to
               liue
               ,
               
            
             
               It
               is
               a
               Babe
               ,
               in
               England
               nevvlie
               borne
            
             
               You
               roiall
               couple
               shall
               not
               thinke
               it
               scorne
            
             
               To
               plaie
               the
               Nurces
               :
               Mighty
               CHARLES
               make
               fit
            
             
               Such
               nutriment
               ,
               vvhich
               shall
               giue
               strength
               to
               it
               :
            
             
               Be
               thou
               our
               DAVID
               ,
               vvho
               vvhen
               a
               Beare
               came
               
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               flocke
               did
               beare
               avvaie
               a
               Lambe
            
             
               VVith
               Monsters
               death
               redeem'de
               the
               sheepe
               let
               Beare
               :
            
             
               Let
               rau'nous
               Boare
               thy
               Princely
               povver
               feare
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               let
               the
               Dragon
               in
               the
               Desert
               vvilde
            
             
               Not
               dare
               for
               feare
               of
               thee
               approach
               our
               Child
               .
               
            
             
               Faire
               Nymph
               may
               our
               Babe
               in
               thy
               bosome
               rest
               ,
            
             
               May
               it
               suck
               milke
               ,
               yea
               Nectar
               from
               thy
               brest
               ,
            
             
               If
               Agags
               race
               dare
               threat
               the
               Infant
               harme
               ,
            
             
               Sheild
               and
               support
               it
               vvith
               thy
               Princely
               arme
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               you
               good
               times
               make
               hast
               ,
               yee
               moments
               run
               :
            
             
               If
               euer
               ,
               novv
               t'
               is
               requisit
               the
               sun
            
             
               Should
               take
               Post-horse
               ,
               and
               gallop
               to
               that
               signe
            
             
               In
               vvhose
               conjuncture
               ALBION
               shall
               joyne
            
             
               VVith
               Hesperie
               ,
               and
               in
               perpetual
               bands
            
             
               Of
               Amitie
               vnite
               tvvo
               glorious
               lands
               .
            
             
               Our
               CHARLES
               like
               vnto
               vvhom
               the
               vvorld
               hath
               none
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               take
               a
               MARIE
               the
               vvorlds
               onely
               one
               ,
            
             
               And
               joyntly
               vvith
               their
               Hymenaean
               bed
            
             
               England
               and
               Spaine
               eternally
               shall
               vved
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           Faults
           escaped
           in
           the
           Printing
           .
        
         
           Pag.
           5.
           for
           Gates
           of
           eternal
           might
           .
           Read
           Gates
           of
           eternal
           night
           .
           pag.
           8.
           for
           vvith
           errours
           to
           inuest
           .
           Read
           vvith
           errours
           to
           infest
           .
           pag.
           18.
           
           Best
           Martyrs
           bloud
           ,
           Read
           blest
           martyrs
           bloud
           .
           pag.
           37.
           in
           the
           Margent
           for
           
             Pius
             Turcae
             quam
             Papistae
          
           .
           Read
           
             Prius
             Turcae
             quam
             Papistae
          
           .
           Pag.
           47.
           for
           Are
           vvhich
           your
           chiefe
           friends
           filde
           ,
           read
           are
           vvith
           your
           chiese
           friends
           fild
           .
           pag.
           49.
           for
           must
           gaze
           read
           must
           graze
           .
           pag.
           80.
           for
           Promartyr
           .
           read
           Protomartyr
           .
        
         
      
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A17357-e520
           
             Esth.
             5.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             7.
             
             Ps.
             44.
             
             Ruth
             .
             4.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             25.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A17357-e1260
           
             Ezech.
             1.
             10.
             13.
             
             Ion.
             1.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             2.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             
          
           
             Lu.
             2.
             
          
           
             Esd.
             2.
             
             Ios.
             3.
             
          
           
             Ios.
             1.
             
          
           
             Ios.
             10.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             28.
             
          
           
             Ios.
             8.
             
          
           
             Ios.
             6.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             18.
             
          
           
             Io.
             21.
             
          
           
             Agg.
             1.
             
             Zach.
             〈◊〉
             .
             Esdr.
             3.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Paral.
             36.
             4.
             
             Reg
             25
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             1.
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             .
             I●
             2.
             
          
           
             The
             three
             enimies
             of
             the
             soule
             .
             1.
             
             Io.
             2.
             
          
           
             4.
             
             Reg.
             17.
             
          
           
             A
             description
             of
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             ,
             beginning
             vvith
             the
             foundatiō
             thereof
             .
             VVhich
             is
             Faith.
             Mat.
             16.
             
          
           
             The
             vvals
             Hope
             .
          
           
             The
             roofe
             Charitie
             .
          
           
             Iacob
             .
             5.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Parel
             .
             9.
             
             Ierem.
             10.
             
          
           
             The
             Sacrament
             of
             Baptisme
             ,
             is
             the
             dore
             by
             vvhich
             vvee
             enter
             into
             the
             Church
             .
             Io.
             19.
             
             The
             effects
             of
             Baptisme
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Rog.
             5.
             
          
           
             10.
             5.
             
          
           
             The
             intellectual
             virtues
             ,
             are
             the
             vvindovves
             of
             the
             church
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Cor.
             6.
             
          
           
             Ios.
             8.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Math.
             9.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21.
             
          
           
             A
             description
             of
             the
             Lampe
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             18.
             
             The
             good
             of
             a
             general
             counsaile
             ,
             and
             the
             reasós
             vvhy
             it
             is
             assembled
             .
          
           
             The
             sects
             of
             this
             pre
             sent
             time
             are
             fragments
             of
             auncient
             Heresies
             .
          
           
             Of
             the
             infallible
             authoritie
             of
             the
             Bishop
             of
             Rome
             .
             Mat.
             16.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Reg.
             22.
             2.
             
             Parel
             .
             18
             
          
           
             The
             hate
             of
             heretikes
             and
             schismatikes
             to
             the
             sea
             of
             Rome
             .
             Mat.
             16.
             
          
           
             Act.
             12.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             16.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             117.
             
          
           
             Rom.
             9.
             1.
             
             Pet.
             2.
             
          
           
             The
             schysme
             of
             the
             Grecian
             Church
             from
             the
             Latins
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             18.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Rog.
             12.
             
          
           
             Io.
             4.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             2.
             
          
           
             Numb
             .
             18.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Reg.
             12.
             
          
           
             Ose.
             4.
             
          
           
             4.
             
             Reg.
             ●2
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Reg.
             17
             
          
           
             4
             Reg.
             vlt.
             
          
           
             Dan
             5.
             1.
             
             Esd
             1.
             
          
           
             Isai.
             14
             The
             Grecian
             ,
             and
             Easterne
             Church
             ,
             fitly
             compared
             to
             Samaria
             ,
             and
             the
             ten
             tribes
             reuolted
             ,
             from
             the
             house
             of
             Dauid
             :
             vvhich
             carried
             into
             Captiuity
             ,
             neuer
             returned
             back
             ,
             according
             to
             the
             more
             receiued
             opinion
             of
             interpreters
             .
          
           
             Psal.
             10.
             
          
           
             2
             Pet.
             2.
             
             The
             Greek
             Church
             often
             reconciled
             ,
             and
             againe
             relapsed
             in
             to
             schisme
             
          
           
             Isa.
             ●4
             .
          
           
             The
             Greek
             Church
             since
             their
             schisme
             ,
             haue
             suffered
             many
             miseries
             ,
             and
             haue
             had
             none
             or
             very
             fevv
             learned
             men
             amongst
             them
             .
             Zach.
             12.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             88.
             
          
           
             VVhat
             pictures
             are
             in
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             .
             Act.
             9.
             
          
           
             S.
             Iohn
             Chrysostom
             ,
             extraordinarily
             deuoted
             to
             S.
             Paule
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Cor.
             11
             
          
           
             Act.
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Ep.
             ad
             Rom.
             
          
           
             Ep.
             ad
             Heb.
             
          
           
             
               Ep.
               ad
               Gal.
            
             The
             name
             of
             IESVS
             obserued
             to
             be
             aboue
             tvvo
             hundreh
             times
             in
             S.
             Paules
             Epistles
             .
             Apoc.
             4.
             
             The
             Martirs
             are
             describde
             .
          
           
             Act.
             7.
             
             S.
             Pauls
             conuersiō
             ,
             vvas
             the
             effect
             of
             S.
             Stephās
             Prayer
             ,
             according
             to
             S.
             Austin
             .
          
           
             Act.
             9.
             
          
           
             The
             Martyrdome
             of
             MARIE
             Queene
             of
             Scotland
             ,
             and
             Mother
             ,
             to
             our
             Soueraigne
             K.
             Iames.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Reg.
             2.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             6.
             
          
           
             The
             Maiestie
             of
             the
             Lacedemonian
             Kings
             ,
             vvas
             so
             religiouslie
             reuerenced
             ,
             that
             euen
             their
             enemies
             in
             the
             open
             field
             ,
             declined
             frō
             fighting
             against
             their
             royall
             persons
             
          
           
             Mat.
             2.
             
          
           
             Est.
             6.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             5.
             
          
           
             A
             short
             descriptiō
             of
             the
             Doctors
             of
             the
             Church
             .
          
           
             S.
             Austin
             conuerted
             by
             his
             mothers
             Teares
             .
          
           
             VVe
             describe
             the
             Confessors
             
          
           
             Ps.
             44.
             
             Edvvard
             the
             Confessour
             ,
             a
             Prince
             deuoted
             to
             God
             ,
             and
             the
             good
             of
             his
             countrie
             ,
             selected
             the
             flovvet
             and
             best
             of
             all
             the
             constitutions
             &
             lavvs
             ,
             established
             vnder
             the
             auntient
             Britaines
             ,
             Romaines
             ,
             Saxons
             ,
             and
             Danes
             ,
             and
             put
             them
             in
             one
             body
             or
             volume
             ,
             vvhich
             he
             called
             
               Leges
               populares
            
             .
          
           
             Dan.
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Charlemaine
             cōstrained
             the
             Saxons
             to
             embrace
             the
             Christian
             faith
             .
             Hee
             vvas
             made
             Emperour
             by
             Leo
             the
             third
             .
             Otho
             crovvned
             by
             Iohn
             the
             12.
             
             The
             Electors
             ordained
             by
             Gregorie
             the
             fift
             .
             Henry
             the
             8.
             honoured
             by
             Leo
             the
             10.
             vvith
             the
             title
             of
             defender
             of
             the
             Faith.
             The
             title
             of
             Catholike
             vvas
             giuen
             ,
             or
             rather
             hauing
             bene
             discontinued
             :
             vvas
             restored
             to
             Ferdinand
             ,
             and
             Isabella
             ,
             by
             Alexander
             the
             sixt
             .
             The
             kings
             of
             France
             ,
             by
             concession
             of
             the
             Apostolike
             Sea
             ,
             haue
             kept
             the
             title
             of
             most
             Christian
             ,
             which
             vvas
             giuen
             to
             Carolus
             Martellus
             ,
             vvhom
             Gregorie
             the
             third
             in
             one
             ,
             and
             the
             same
             Epistle
             ,
             tvvice
             so
             stileth
             .
          
           
             Luc.
             22.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Reg.
             
          
           
             The
             excellencie
             of
             Virgins
             ,
             &
             Virginitie
             .
             Ps.
             44.
             
          
           
             An
             inuectiue
             against
             sin
             .
          
           
             Io.
             1.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Iob.
             3.
             
          
           
             Iob
             ib.
             
          
           
             An
             Apostrophe
             to
             Eue.
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             transgression
             of
             our
             first
             patents
             .
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             The
             effects
             of
             Originall
             sinne
             .
          
           
             Eph.
             2.
             
          
           
             Iob.
             27.
             
          
           
             4.
             
             Reg.
             5.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             6.
             
          
           
             The
             force
             of
             Contrition
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Reg.
             5.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             7.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             7.
             
          
           
             Aristotle
             in
             his
             Politikes
             ,
             prooueth
             a
             vvoman
             vnfit
             to
             gouerne
             .
          
           
             Thefourth
             generall
             Councel
             of
             Calcedon
             ,
             gathered
             chiefely
             by
             the
             zeale
             of
             this
             holy
             Empres.
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             A
             true
             cōmendation
             of
             the
             house
             of
             Austria
             .
          
           
             Cornelia
             a
             Romaine
             Matrō
             Mother
             of
             Tiberius
             and
             Caius
             Gracchus
             ,
             a
             Lady
             of
             admirable
             endovvments
             .
          
           
             Rodulph
             the
             first
             surnamed
             Magnus
             ,
             the
             beginner
             of
             the
             greatnesse
             of
             the
             house
             of
             Austria
             :
             blest
             for
             his
             rare
             deuotion
             to
             the
             B.
             Sacrament
             
          
           
             Elizabeth
             daughter
             of
             Edvvard
             the
             fourth
             being
             married
             to
             Henry
             Earle
             of
             Richmond
             ,
             the
             deadly
             hate
             betvvixt
             the
             2.
             families
             of
             Yorke
             and
             Lancaster
             ceased
             
          
           
             Iconoclasts
             or
             Image
             breakers
             ,
             an
             .
             Dom.
             786.
             in
             the
             time
             of
             Irene
             Empre
             Ile
             of
             Constantienopledid
             r●nounce
             t●eir
             heresi
             .
             The
             true
             vse
             of
             Ima
             ges
             is
             declared
             .
             〈◊〉
             The
             adoration
             of
             them
             .
             Phil.
             2.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             They
             excite
             vs
             to
             imitate
             the
             Saints
             vvhom
             they
             represent
             .
          
           
             Augustus
             Caesar
             adopted
             sonne
             of
             Iulius
             .
          
           
             Hovv
             pietie
             is
             fostered
             &
             furthered
             by
             holy
             pictures
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Colos.
             
          
           
             Isa.
             53
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             22.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             9.
             
             Mar.
             5.
             
             Luc.
             8.
             
          
           
             This
             vvoman
             cured
             by
             our
             Sauiour
             ,
             erected
             his
             statue
             in
             brasse
             ,
             at
             the
             foote
             vvhereof
             grevv
             an
             hearb
             ,
             vvhich
             vvhen
             it
             reached
             to
             the
             hemme
             of
             our
             Sauiours
             garment
             ,
             cured
             all
             diseases
             ,
             as
             vvitnesseth
             :
             vvho
             in
             his
             time
             see
             it
             .
             Euseb.
             lib.
             7.
             
             Hist.
             c.
             14.
             
             Iulian
             the
             Apostata
             broake
             it
             in
             peeces
             ,
             and
             placed
             his
             ovvne
             in
             the
             place
             ,
             but
             a
             fire
             comming
             from
             heauen
             and
             renting
             Iulians
             statue
             ,
             casting
             also
             the
             head
             to
             the
             ground
             ,
             reuenged
             the
             sacrilegious
             temerity
             of
             this
             Apostata
             Emperour
             .
             Soz.
             lib.
             5.
             c.
             20.
             
             Niceph.
             lib.
             10.
             c.
             30.
             
          
           
             Leopold
             .
             Marquesse
             of
             Austna
             a
             Prince
             of
             vvonderfull
             sanctitie
             ,
             1.
             
             Reg.
             10.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Pictures
             instructe
             the
             simple
             and
             ignorant
             people
             ,
             and
             therefore
             Saint
             Gregcals
             them
             the
             idiots
             book
             .
             lib.
             9.
             
             Ep.
             9
             Mat.
             2.
             
          
           
             Our
             Sauiour
             ,
             as
             vvitnesseth
             ,
             Euag.
             lib.
             4.
             hist.
             c.
             26.
             sent
             his
             picture
             to
             Abgarus
             king
             of
             Edessa
             by
             vvhich
             many
             famous
             miracles
             vveare
             done
             ,
             and
             are
             related
             by
             the
             same
             author
             .
          
           
             The
             finding
             of
             the
             Crosse
             ,
             on
             vvhich
             our
             Sauiour
             suffered
             ,
             by
             Helen
             .
             Mother
             of
             the
             Emperour
             Constantine
             .
             Cant.
             3.
             
          
           
             Hovv
             S.
             Helen
             disposed
             of
             the
             nailes
             ,
             vvhich
             pierced
             our
             Sauiours
             hands
             and
             feet
             ,
             vvhen
             he
             〈…〉
             vas
             Crucified
             for
             our
             sins
             .
          
           
             Manes
             first
             denied
             the
             vvorshipping
             of
             holy
             reliques
             ,
             as
             vvitnesseth
             S.
             Austin
             lib.
             20
             conra
             ●●ust
             .
             ca.
             21.
             &
             lib.
             32.
             c.
             11.
             
             After
             him
             Eunomius
             and
             Vigilantius
             taught
             this
             heresie
             :
             al
             many
             hundreth
             years
             since
             by
             the
             holy
             Church
             ,
             and
             councels
             condēned
             for
             heretikes
             .
          
           
             Act.
             19.
             
             Diuers
             nations
             conuerted
             to
             Christianity
             ,
             and
             reduced
             from
             heresies
             by
             their
             vertuous
             Queenes
             Iugunde
             Queene
             of
             Spaine
             .
          
           
             Didymus
             of
             Alexandria
             vvas
             from
             the
             fift
             yeare
             of
             his
             age
             blind
             ,
             yet
             most
             learned
             in
             all
             sciences
             ,
             but
             infected
             vvith
             the
             errors
             of
             Origen
             ,
             vvhich
             errors
             hee
             taught
             Ruf
             finus
             and
             Melania
             .
             1.
             
             Pet.
             5.
             
          
           
             Ge.
             3.
             
          
           
             The
             marriage
             of
             Henry
             the
             8.
             vvith
             Anne
             of
             Boleine
             ,
             vvas
             theouerthrovv
             of
             Catholike
             religiō
             in
             England
             2.
             
             Reg.
             20.
             
          
           
             The
             character
             of
             the
             state
             ,
             and
             commō
             vvealth
             of
             Hollād
             .
          
           
             The
             Hollanders
             putting
             the
             Turkish
             halfe
             moones
             on
             the
             flags
             of
             their
             ships
             had
             this
             Motto
             :
             
               Pius
               Turcae
               quam
               Papislae
            
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             22.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             81.
             1.
             
             Reg.
             24.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             104.
             
          
           
             Zach.
             2.
             2.
             
             Reg.
             16.
             
          
           
             Ier.
             7.
             
          
           
             Iud.
             9.
             
          
           
             Ezech.
             26.
             
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Iudie
             ,
             6.
             
          
           
             Est.
             7.
             
          
           
             Iudit
             .
             13.
             2.
             
             Ro.
             28.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             Pillars
             of
             the
             Church
             .
          
           
             Apoc.
             3.
             
          
           
             Gal.
             2.
             
          
           
             The
             2.
             
             Apostles
             .
          
           
             Act
             12.
             
          
           
             Act.
             1.
             
          
           
             Act.
             11.
             
          
           
             Act.
             2.
             
          
           
             Mat
             26
             ,
             Mar.
             14.
             
          
           
             Act.
             5.
             
          
           
             Iud.
             16.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             16.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             ble●sed
             Sacrament
             vnder
             the
             forme
             of
             bread
             .
          
           
             The
             effects
             of
             the
             B.
             Sacramēt
             .
          
           
             Iud
             8.
             
          
           
             Zach.
             9.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             135.
             
          
           
             Ps
             71.
             3.
             
             Reg.
             19.
             
          
           
             S●●
             .
             16.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             12.
             
          
           
             Preparatiō
             to
             receiue
             the
             blessed
             Sacramēt
             .
          
           
             Io.
             1.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Reg.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             5●
             
          
           
             Gon.
             34.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Reg.
             13
             
          
           
             Leuit.
             16.
             
             Num.
             21.
             103.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Reg
             31.
             2.
             
             Reg
             1.
             
          
           
             S.
             Austen
             explicating
             that
             of
             the
             67.
             
             Psal.
             
               increpa
               fe●as
               arundinis
            
             ,
             saith
             that
             heretikes
             are
             ,
             
               ferae
               calami
            
             beastes
             vvho
             vvith
             their
             quils
             dammage
             and
             molest
             the
             Church
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             17
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             first
             beatitude
             .
             Mat.
             5.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Keg
             .
             16.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             2.
             
             Beatitude
             .
             Mat.
             5.
             
          
           
             Ezech.
             32.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             4.
             
          
           
             Iud.
             9.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             14.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             23.
             
          
           
             Io.
             13.
             
             Mat.
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             .
             14.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             23.
             
             A
             relation
             of
             some
             passages
             of
             our
             Sauiours
             Passion
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             
          
           
             The
             miserie
             of
             the
             Ievves
             :
             all
             vvhich
             S.
             Hierome
             Ep.
             129.
             
               ad
               Dardanum
            
             doth
             attribute
             to
             Gods
             iust
             vengeance
             for
             their
             impious
             killing
             our
             Sauiour
             .
          
           
             Thren
             .
             1.
             
             Isai.
             53.
             
          
           
             Isa.
             53.
             
          
           
             Spirituall
             profit
             arising
             from
             meditating
             on
             our
             Sauionrs
             Passion
             .
          
           
             Psal.
             41.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             blessed
             Sacrament
             vnder
             the
             forme
             of
             VVine
             .
          
           
             The
             passiōs
             of
             the
             minde
             .
          
           
             Cant
             4.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             1.
             
          
           
             Io.
             21.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             
             Zach
             9.
             
             Cant.
             5.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             Sacrifice
             dailie
             offered
             in
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             .
          
           
             The
             Bell.
             
          
           
             Euen
             sectaries
             thē selues
             are
             compelled
             to
             saie
             there
             is
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             ,
             such
             a
             man
             is
             a
             Catho
             like
             ,
             as
             vvitnesseth
             S.
             Augustin
             .
             lib.
             contra
             ep
             .
             fund
             .
             c.
             4.
             
             Ciryl
             .
             Cat.
             18
             ,
             Io.
             1.
             
             The
             holy
             Fathers
             saie
             that
             the
             church
             began
             in
             Abel
             a
             Virgin
             &
             martyr
             .
             Simon
             Magus
             boasted
             much
             of
             faith
             vvith
             out
             good
             vvorkes
             .
             Clem.
             lib.
             1.
             
             Recog
             .
             Mat.
             7.
             
          
           
             VVee
             describe
             the
             Bell
             of
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             5.
             
          
           
             The
             three
             Euangelical
             counsailes
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             19.
             
          
           
             It
             vvas
             one
             of
             the
             herefies
             of
             Simō
             Magus
             ,
             in
             the
             Apostles
             time
             ,
             and
             aftervvard
             of
             Aetius
             surnamed
             Atheist
             ,
             that
             faith
             alone
             vvas
             sufficient
             to
             saluatiō
             S.
             Hierome
             vvrit
             against
             Iouinian
             ,
             who
             made
             marrimony
             aequall
             vvith
             virginitie
             .
             
               Mat.
               8.
               
               Luc.
               8.
               
               Cant.
               4.
               5.
               
               Io.
               10.
               
               Io.
            
             21.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             ve
             ritie
             of
             our
             Sauiours
             presence
             in
             the
             B.
             Sacrament
             of
             the
             Altar
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             26.
             
             Mar.
             Luc
             22.
             1.
             
             Cor.
             11.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             
          
           
             Berengarius
             anno
             1028.
             denied
             the
             reall
             presence
             in
             the
             blessed
             Sacramēt
             ,
             and
             vvas
             condemned
             for
             an
             heretique
             by
             diuers
             holy
             coun
             cels
             .
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Io.
             21.
             
          
           
             Admirable
             〈◊〉
             the
             sentences
             of
             these
             holy
             Fathers
             in
             the
             praise
             of
             our
             B
             Lad●e
             ,
             ex
             tolling
             her
             aboue
             the
             Seraphins
             and
             all
             the
             Quires
             of
             Angels
             .
             2.
             
             Reg.
             3.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             S.
             Anselme
             amongst
             other
             signs
             of
             Predestination
             ,
             auerreth
             that
             deuotion
             to
             our
             B.
             Ladie
             is
             one
             :
             and
             surly
             vvho
             in
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             haue
             bene
             eminent
             for
             sanctitie
             &
             lear
             ning
             :
             yea
             for
             felicitie
             and
             happienesse
             in
             Ciuill
             affaires
             ,
             as
             Constantine
             and
             Charles
             the
             great
             haue
             bene
             specially
             deuoted
             to
             the
             blessed
             Virgin
             ,
             the
             glorious
             Mother
             of
             IESVS
             .
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
          
           
             Io
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Apoc.
             4.
             
          
           
             As
             the
             prototypō
             is
             honoured
             in
             the
             vvorsip
             of
             the
             Picture
             ,
             so
             is
             it
             dishonoured
             in
             the
             contumelious
             abuse
             of
             it
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Reg.
             
          
           
             The
             Albigenses
             affirmed
             ,
             our
             bles
             sed
             Ladie
             to
             haue
             bene
             agreat
             sin
             ner
             .
             S.
             Austen
             &
             The
             Coun
             cels
             of
             Claramoū
             ,
             Basil
             Trēt
             .
             &c.
             alvvaies
             except
             the
             B.
             Virgin
             ,
             vvhē
             they
             treat
             of
             sin
             .
             Lu.
             1.
             
          
           
             Gne
             .
             4
             
          
           
             Tit.
             3.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             1.
             
          
           
             The
             Angels
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             16.
             
             Io.
             21.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             5.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             19.
             
          
           
             The
             Apostles
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             7.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             Sacrament
             of
             Confession
             .
          
           
             Luc.
             10.
             
             Ps.
             107.
             144.
             
          
           
             Leuit.
             14.
             
             Luc.
             17.
             
          
           
             Io.
             20.
             
             Mat.
             16.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             traditions
             of
             the
             church
             
          
           
             Baptizing
             of
             Infants
             is
             an
             Apostolike
             tra
             dition
             ,
             as
             also
             the
             40.
             daies
             fast
             of
             Lent
             and
             the
             vvorshipping
             of
             holy
             Images
             ,
             according
             to
             the
             2.
             
             General
             Coun
             cel
             of
             Nice
             The
             Martirs
             .
             The
             true
             Catholike
             Church
             increaseth
             by
             Persecutions
             .
          
           
             Three
             hun
             dreth
             thou
             sand
             Martirs
             ,
             put
             to
             death
             in
             the
             Citie
             of
             Rome
             .
             And
             thir
             ▪
             Popes
             .
          
           
             Ioh.
             15.
             
          
           
             Dioclesi●●
             &
             〈◊〉
             〈…〉
             an
             though
             they
             pretended
             satiecie
             of
             honours
             and
             imperial
             dignitie
             to
             be
             the
             cause
             of
             their
             resigning
             the
             regal
             state
             ,
             yet
             they
             priuatly
             confessed
             to
             their
             nee
             ,
             rest
             friends
             that
             the
             true
             reasō
             vvas
             the
             flourisshing
             and
             increasing
             of
             the
             Christiā
             church
             vvhich
             mage●
             their
             tyrannie
             more
             and
             more
             through
             out
             the
             vvorld
             dilated
             it selfe
             .
             Act.
             8.
             10.
             
          
           
             It
             is
             a
             vvonderfull
             thing
             that
             the
             vvorkes
             of
             Arch
             heretik●s
             ,
             though
             most
             learned
             after
             some
             years
             all
             perish
             .
             The
             Ar
             〈…〉
             ās
             Donatists
             ,
             Nestoriās
             Manicheās
             and
             other
             sects
             haue
             vvritten
             bookes
             for
             the
             establi
             shing
             of
             their
             here
             ticall
             opinions
             ,
             and
             yet
             none
             of
             their
             vvorkes
             are
             extant
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             vvere
             sub
             iect
             to
             that
             curse
             
               S●p
               .
               4.
               
               Spu●●a
               vitulamina
               non
               agent
               altas
               radices
               .
            
             And
             verily
             arch
             heretiks
             are
             the
             first
             begotten
             bastards
             of
             the
             Diuel
             ,
             as
             Policarpus
             called
             Marciō
             .
          
           
             A
             description
             of
             Virgins
             ,
             vvho
             to
             their
             crovvne
             of
             Virginitie
             ,
             haue
             added
             the
             lavvrel
             of
             Martirdome
             .
             Apoc.
             14
             
          
           
             Can.
             2.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             4.
             
             Iud.
             5.
             
          
           
             A
             relation
             of
             the
             glorious
             Martyrdome
             of
             S.
             
               Ebba
               .
               an
               .
               Dom.
            
             870.
             burnt
             vvith
             her
             holy
             Virgins
             by
             the
             Danes
             for
             the
             defence
             of
             their
             Virginitie
             .
          
           
             Eccles.
             10.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             13.
             
          
           
             The
             Oratiō
             made
             by
             S.
             Ebba
             to
             her
             Nuns
             .
          
           
             Lucretia
             ,
             so
             generally
             commended
             for
             killing
             her selfe
             is
             much
             reprehended
             by
             S.
             Austen
             in
             his
             first
             book
             de
             Ciuit.
             Dei.
             
          
           
             
               Margarit
               Middleton
            
             Promartir
             of
             her
             sexe
             in
             the
             last
             reuolutiō
             .
             
               Cornelius
               〈◊〉
               Lapide
            
             of
             the
             Societie
             of
             Iesus
             ,
             a
             man
             famous
             for
             his
             profounde
             knovvledge
             in
             holy
             Scrip
             tures
             and
             languages
             makes
             honorable
             mention
             of
             her
             amongst
             the
             most
             glorious
             Martirs
             of
             the
             Primatiue
             Church
             in
             his
             Cōmentaries
             vpon
             Gen.
             cap.
             1.
             
             I
             haue
             here
             also
             made
             mētion
             of
             her
             at
             the
             vrgent
             request
             of
             a
             vvorthy
             personage
             in
             these
             partes
             ,
             vvho
             though
             a
             stranger
             to
             our
             Countrie
             ,
             yet
             is
             singularly
             deuoted
             to
             our
             coū
             trie
             vvomā
             this
             holy
             Martyr
             .
          
           
             The
             Doctors
             and
             holy
             Fathere
             of
             the
             Catho
             lik
             church
             Humilitie
             a
             speciall
             signe
             of
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             :
             and
             it
             is
             vvorthy
             to
             be
             obserued
             ,
             that
             the
             greatest
             Doctors
             ,
             &
             most
             learned
             in
             the
             Catholike
             Church
             haue
             bene
             most
             humble
             .
          
           
             S.
             Norbert
             an
             Apostolike
             mā
             sounder
             of
             the
             order
             of
             Praemonstratenses
             ,
             by
             his
             holy
             labours
             ,
             he
             freed
             Antvverp
             from
             the
             heresie
             of
             Tanchelinus
             .
             His
             vvhite
             order
             hath
             heretofore
             much
             flourished
             in
             our
             Countrie
             .
             Fiftie
             Orders
             in
             the
             Church
             of
             God
             ,
             obserue
             the
             rule
             vvritten
             by
             〈◊〉
             .
             Austen
             .
          
           
             Ios.
             7.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             English
             Nuns
             of
             S.
             Monica
             ,
             in-Louaine
             ,
             liuing
             vnder
             the
             holy
             rule
             of
             S.
             Austē
             The
             three
             Vovves
             .
             1.
             
             Pouertie
             .
             2.
             
             Chastity
             3.
             
             Obedience
             .
             The
             acts
             and
             exercise
             of
             a
             religious
             life
             .
          
           
             Iob.
             
          
           
             Iob.
             16.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             buil
             ders
             of
             the
             church
             
          
           
             Mat.
             22.
             
          
           
             Col.
             2.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21.
             
          
           
             A
             description
             of
             the
             foure
             Cardinal
             virtues
             .
             Temperance
             .
          
           
             Fortitude
             .
          
           
             Iustice.
             
          
           
             Prudence
             .
          
           
             The
             follie
             &
             vnlavvfulnesse
             of
             single
             com
             bates
             .
          
           
             The
             holy
             Councel
             of
             Trent
             .
             sess
             .
             25.
             c.
             19.
             
             Excōmunicateth
             both
             fighters
             in
             single
             com
             bats
             as
             also
             the
             beholders
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Reg.
             13.
             
          
           
             Sap.
             8.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Cor.
             15.
             
          
           
             S.
             Xauerius
             conuerred
             aboue
             three
             hundreth
             thousand
             Infidels
             to
             the
             faith
             of
             Christ.
             
          
           
             A
             parenetical
             apostrophe
             to
             the
             married
             and
             schismatik
             Church-men
             of
             the
             greeke
             Church
             .
          
           
             Act.
             2.
             
          
           
             Ierem.
             16.
             
          
           
             Io.
             21.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             12.
             
          
           
             Neuer
             any
             conuersions
             of
             Nations
             haue
             bene
             performed
             by
             heretikes
             .
          
           
             Io.
             19.
             
          
           
             Ep.
             
          
           
             Io.
             13.
             
          
           
             Sir
             Thomas
             More
             
          
           
             Mat.
             5.
             
          
           
             An
             Apostrophe
             to
             the
             clergie
             labouring
             in
             England
             .
          
           
             Agge
             .
             2.
             
             〈◊〉
             .
             Mac.
             4.
             2.
             
             Paral.
             36.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Esd.
             2.
             
          
           
             Of
             some
             principall
             Orders
             of
             Religion
             .
          
           
             Luc.
             6.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Cor.
             3.
             
          
           
             Innocentins
             the
             3.
             savv
             in
             vision
             ,
             S
             Frā
             cis
             holding
             vp
             the
             Laterane
             Church
             ,
             by
             vvhich
             vision
             God
             vvould
             de
             monstrat
             ,
             the
             benefite
             vvhich
             the
             Catho
             lik
             church
             by
             the
             pious
             labours
             of
             this
             holy
             man
             ,
             and
             his
             of
             spring
             in
             aftertimes
             receiued
             .
          
           
             Of
             Orders
             of
             Religious
             vvoemen
             in
             the
             Catholik
             Church
             .
          
           
             Mat
             5.
             
          
           
             Of
             the
             relligions
             vveomen
             of
             Saint
             Benets
             order
             .
          
           
             The
             Quire
             of
             our
             Church
             .
          
           
             Ierem.
             9.
             
          
           
             Zach.
             12.
             
          
           
             S.
             Gregorie
             a
             Monk
             of
             S.
             Bennets
             order
             and
             aftervvardes
             Pope
             for
             his
             great
             zeale
             and
             labours
             in
             the
             cōuersion
             of
             our
             countrie
             stiled
             the
             Apostle
             of
             Enland
             ,
             hee
             ordained
             the
             manner
             of
             sing
             ing
             ,
             which
             is
             stil
             retained
             in
             the
             Church
             ,
             &
             of
             him
             cal
             led
             Cantus
             Gregorianus
             .
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Iud.
             5.
             
          
           
             Purity
             of●
             intention
             .
          
           
             Leuit.
             5.
             
             Luc.
             2.
             
             Ierem.
             8.
             
          
           
             Esai
             .
             49.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Reg.
             16.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
          
        
      
    
  

