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A commemoration or dirige of bastarde Edmonde Boner, alias Sauage, vsurped Bisshoppe of London. Compiled by Lemeke Auale. Anno Domini. 1569
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Avale, Lemeke.
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1569
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STC 977; ESTC S104439
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Abimelech Iudicū ix the bastarde soonne of Gedion whiche Gedion had lawfull begotten sonnes lxx and but one bastarde whiche bastarde Abimelech with one stone traiterously killed al his brethren one excepted So there is more abominatiō in one bastard then in lxix lawfull sonnes Many examples I can bryng forthe of histories repugnant to bastards of their filthinesse of life whoredome idolatrie extortion treasō murder glottonie c. For it is thought that thei doe drawe a certain staine from the volupteous lust mutuall of bothe their filthie parētes whiche in lawfull chaste mariage taketh no place Note this and then knowing them selues to be bastardes hateth all them that are lawfully borne inuentyng mischief against them as traitors would haue all men traitors this base borne Bocher Boner like Abimeleche hath slain a great nōber of the legitimate children of God whose blood asketh the same crewell vengeaunce that holie Abels doe still in the presēce of God against his brother Cain So you shall not doubte but by Gods lawes the lawes of Englande and also the Canonicall lawes that bastardes are all 〈◊〉 of lawfull parentes therefore of inheritaunce Temporall also not lawfull to take Orders therefore no ministers of Spiritnall dignitie Ergo. therfore no bishops Iudge of this your selues Ergo. and then make answere when it shall please you Sir we will depart quod thei referryng this matter till an other tyme. Here is one quod he with plaine Musicke Dirge like in the next chamber singeth to a dull base Lute I praie you let vs heare him it will not hurt vs my thinke he singeth of D. Boner some merie vanitie of that vain man whiche spēt his daies in vain Papistrie we are cōtent said thei to heare this matter and then to depart hence when he hath doen we praie God it be mery for we haue talked of sad matters peace a little silence my maisters quod he agreed saied thei Then the fellowe on the other side of the walle reade in the Bible to hymself alone and that beyng dooen he songe in rude rime against rude Boner the Papist bastard The fellowe doe read I will sende a curse vpon you and I will Malach. 〈◊〉 curse your blessynges yea curse them will I if ye doe not take hede beholde I shall corrupt Deute 26. your seede and cast dunge in your faces euen Markerehell marke Papiste the donge of your solemne feastes and it shall cleaue fast vpon you You are cleane gone out of the waie and haue caused the multitude to be offended at the lawe of the lorde You haue broken the couenaunt of Leui saith the lorde of the hoste therefore also I will make you to Ezech. 13. be despised and to be of no reputation emong 〈◊〉 8. the people bicause that you haue not kept my waies My handes shall come vpon the false Prophetes that looke out vaine thinges and preache lyes thei shall not be in the counsaill of my people nor written in the boke bicause Ezech 34. thei haue deceiued my people The beste that is the martyres haue ye slain the flocke haue you not nourished but churlishely and cruelly haue you ruled them Therefore woe and vengeaunce be vnto you saith the lorde God All these places of holie writynges crieth out against Boner asmuch as to any false pastor that euer hath made spoile like a Wolfe in Christes flocke the soules of the slain whō Apoea 6. he burned for the woorde of God and for the testimonie whiche thei had 〈◊〉 still crie with a loude voice saiyng Howe long 〈◊〉 thou lorde 〈◊〉 and true to iudge and auenge our blood on thē that dwell on the yearth Well ones it will fall out thus That the righteous shall stande in greate stedfastnes again suche 〈◊〉 5. as haue dealt extremely with them and takē awaie their labours when Boner with his wicked companions shall se it as thei shall in 〈◊〉 thei shalbée vered with horrible feare and shall wonder at the hastines of the sodain health gronyng for verie distresse of mynde and shall saie within them selues hauyng inwarde sorowe and mournyng for verie anguishe of mynde These are thei whom wee somtyme had in derision and iested vpon we fooles thought their liues verie madnes and their ende to be without honor But loe how thei are compted emong the children of God and their portion emong the sainctes Therefore we haue erred from the waie of truthe and the light of righteousnes haue not shined vnto vs. 〈◊〉 waies haue wee gone the waie of the lorde we haue not knowen what profit haue our pompe brought vs suche wordes shall suche as haue persecuted their brethren speake in helle Lette the persocutours marke this well Well well ◠Boner speaketh My soule haue cleaued fast to the grounde 〈◊〉 pauimento 〈◊〉 mea I haue fed like a swine and liued like a hoūde My thought it did me muche good In broilyng the christians and 〈◊〉 blood I haue she wed my waies I haue she wed my waies How well I loued the Romishe kaies Vias meas annūciaui The reliques of Rome were my delight I was a maiden priest and our ladies knight Iustification I could not abide 〈◊〉 iusti 〈◊〉 Specially if it came on Christes side I will clime heauen walles with Scala coeli And followe Alkoc quondam bishop of Elie. My soule now slepe in dreames and 〈◊〉 Dormitat 〈◊〉 mea My corps is buried emong false theues For my bodie and soule th'apointed place Abusyng mercie and refusyng grace The waie of wickednes I loued well Viam iniquitatis In missyng of Purgatorie perhaps to hell I beshrowe Dorbell and Dunses harte Would I had béen no bishop but gon to carte The waie of truthe I did once take Viam veritatis Whiche of malice I did for sake And neuer since I did repente In despisyng the eternall testamente I did sticke ones vnto Goddes lawes Adhesit te 〈◊〉 But to forsake it I had no cause And hardned my harte stopped mine eares 〈◊〉 And could not wepe repentant teares The waie of thy cōmaundmēt I might not bide Viam 〈◊〉 tuorum After that I was drunke with the cup of pride But waxed lothly foule and fatte Like to cardinall Wolsey with his red hatte Boner ende Deus 〈◊〉 in Synagoga deorum His lordship would plaie the Iustice of Corum In the place of iudgement it did hym good To accuse the martyres and shed their blood O Clemens There is no man within the citie Professyng Christes Gospell that he would pitie Muche mischief this verlet did begin Therefore his praier is tourned to synne O Pia. He had a cancred proude looke With bell and candell and Popishe booke In cursyng Gods people with hellishe grace A waie graundpanche with thy greasie face O Crux Now a peece of your Dirige I will begin I care not whether I lose or winne You were no greate state