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
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
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