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heaven_n	earth_n	see_v	world_n	12,890	5	4.5277	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03337	The resurreccion of the masse with the wonderful vertues of the same, newly set forth vnto the greate hartes ease, ioye and comforte of all the catholykes, by Hughe Hilarie. (?)	Hilarie, Hughe.; Becon, Thomas, 1512-1567.; Bale, John, 1495-1563.	1554 (1554)	STC 13457; ESTC S104097	17,732	44

The resurreccion of the masse with the wonderful vertues of the same newly set forth vnto the greate hartes ease ioye and comforte of all the catholykes by Hughe Hilarie Ioan. 1. ¶ Come and se. ¶ Imprynted at Strasburgh in Elsas at the signe of the goldē Bibell In the moneth of Auguste the yeare of our LORD 1554. ☞ The boke to the Reader ALl ye that true catholyks be And loue oure mother holy Church Make haste and come hyther to me I will teache you godly to wourche Doctrine bothe olde and auncient Of father Duns and fryer Thomas Shall ye here fynde if ye be bent To beleue in the blessed masse Of Christ and his holy Gospel Of true fayth hope and charite I haue nothing at all to tell For that dothe not belong to me Of the masse is my whole matter And of what great vertue it is If to know that ye do desyer Here in me ye shall it not mysse Awaye with your Communion And with all your Englishe seruice Come to masse with good deuocion For that will bryng you to heauens blisse In that ye shall se your maker Whiche made bothe heauen and earthe so rounde Come therfore with all humble manner That good Catholyks ye maye be founde Ioan. 3. ¶ This is condemnacion that light is come into th● worlde and menne haue loued darkenes more the● lighte ¶ The resurreccion of the Masse The Masse speaketh _●Esurrexi adhuc sum tecum May I now sing maugre myne enemies For to England agayn am I now come After a moste goodly and princely wi●e O● as one all dead longe hydde in graue And as one bayred from all honest company Yea as a capon longe pent vp in the caue Exiled haue I bene miserably From Rome I came I can it not denye A citie in tymes paste moste florishyng Of the famous Goddes Idolatrie Had I without fayle my fyrst beginning Popes manny were my fathers as stories tell Eyghte hundred yeares they were in begetting me My mother thoughte my a doughter full fell Seyng in so long tyme she coulde not be free My mother Idolatrie was common To many a Pope in the meane whyle Yet trustye and true to that shauen nation Was she alwayes and neuer them begyle And although so many holy fathers Had to do with her at their pleasure Yet be ye certayne that of none others Was she knowen so faythfull dyd she endure As the holynes is incomparable Of all my fathers at euery houre So lykewise great and inestimable Is my mothers honestie worshippe and honour Thus of noble parentes was I at the laste Brought forthe as a Goddesse perfect and pure My vertue in all places did I forthe caste Of their saluacion making men sure There is no disease in all the contrie Whyther it be pockes pyles or other sickenes But to heale it I haue habilitie Helping all kynde of people in their distres Messeied swyne and mangye horses likewise Do I cure and chickens that haue the pyppe A wynchester goose to heale is my gyse No kynde of disease do I ouerhyppe If ought be loste I am very profitable To bring it agayn to the true owner To gyue rayne or fayre weather I am able Whan soeuer to me men make theyr prayer If the housband be weary of hys wyfe Or els the wyfe weary of her housbande I cause the one to haue but a shorte lyfe That eche to other maye be no more bande Agayne if that the maydes do wante husbandes Or yong mens wyues at any season They nede not lope ouer many stretes or landes But haste to me with all expedicion I gyue housbandes and wyues at my pleasure to all people except my smered shauelynges Them by no meanes to marrye can I endure But to runne a whoring aboue al thinges They maye lyue Sinon easte tamen cau●e Lyke great common Bulles in euery toune From marriage therfore I will haue them fre That their holy order maye not come doune Nothing defyleth me but honest marryage Whordome and adultery I can right well abyde I will therfore that my massers of euery age Do fle from matrimony at euery tyde My thorelynges to Rune at large I thinke best And theyr chyldren to sit by other mens fyre For so shall they alwayes fynde moste rest And be moste mete to serue my desyre Moreouer to bolde baudes lusty lawyers To rufflyng ruffyns and drousye dronckardes To Matthew make shifte and suche others As depely loue bothe dyce and cardes To Peri●rers theues and murtherars To stincking Sodomites and adulterers To pollers pyllers and vsurers Am I louing kynde and gentle euers I refuse so gentle am I mo kyn̄de of people Be they neuer so wicked and vngodly Chiefly if they will come to the signe of the steple And lyke ghostly chyldren heare masse deuoutly The worse for God the better for me I am as common as the Barbours chayre The trompet and I are lyke in eche degre The best of vs bothe can not lightly appayre Come to me who lyste and they shalbe sure To haue good successe in all their doynge For my vertue is great if it may● endure And farre surmounteth all earthely thing Thus ye se of what great excellencye I am in euery kynde of matter There is no disease or maladye But I haue a salue for it euer And as I am for diseases profitable And for all other thinges of the bodye So to helpe all kaynde of people I am able If to come to me they will them selfes applye Golde syluer rychesse glorie and honoure Fame renoune and worldly felicite House lande lordshippe village towne bowr● Do I gyue to all them that come vnto me Whatsoeuer in this worlde is contayned Is myne to geue at myne owne pleasure Fall doune and worshippe me with hartes vnfayne● And ye shall wante no wordly treasure Therfore my Chaplens and seruauntes dere If these giftes ye will enioye at my hande Looke that ye euery daye masse do here For it is good I will you to vnderstande Se that ye ryse betimes in the morninge With an harte defyrous to honour me And assone as the Sexten dothe the bell ryng● Looke that in the church streyghtwayes ye be Take holy water crosse your self in the forehea● Make curtesy mannerly and knele doune deuoutly Drawe as nye to the aultare as can be deuised And in all poyntes behaue your self solemnely Gyue good eare to that my chapleyn dothe faye Although ye vnderstand nothing at all Shake your head and lyft vp your handes alwaye And fet che syghes also bothe great and small Be euer prayeng of your Aue Mary For that is a prayer fullgracious Looke that at the Gospell ye stande vp manerly And make curtesye at the name of Iesus The Gospell ended knele doune agayne As wyse as ye were before ye stoode vp For to stande longe it were to muche payne Chiefly if it were late whan ye did suppe But whan my Chaplei● come to the heauing