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Brachy-martyrologia, or, A breviary of all the greatest persecutions which have befallen the saints and people of God from the creation to our present times paraphras'd by Nicholas Billingsly ...
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Billingsley, Nicholas, 1633-1709.
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Howet and John Frith One Thomas Bennet who was cursed with Bell Book and Candle fastned to the stake And fir'd a comfortable end did make The Papists to their power the truth supprest And Persecuted those that it profest But God was pleas'd deliverance to bring To his afflicted Saints for now the King Divorc'd the Lady Katharine of Spain And took to wife Lady Anne Bullen Vain Were all the Popes projects none in this nation Might now ensorced be to abjuration Eliz'beth Barton th' holy maid of Kent A Nun both subdolous and fraudulent By the strange alt ' ring of her countenance Gull'd silly people lying in a trance As Quakers do and then as if sh ' had been Inspir'd by God would in reproof of sin Speak much and raile against the Gospels light Calling it Heresy her ranc'ous spight She vented to the King and Queens dishonour By Satan back'd she also took upon her T' advance Rome's Doctrine praising constitutions Idol ' try Pilgrimages Absolutions c. But Doctor Cranmer with the Lord Cromwel And Mr. Latimer did wisely smell Out all the knavery so that the Nun And her associates hang'd their dayes were don Though England did the Popish pow'r disown Yet Popery still hover'd up and down And William Tindal was betraid arrain'd Condemn'd and burned for the Truth maintain'd Anne Bullen also that Religious Queen Who now about three yeers had married been By false reports and sinister suggestions Had lost the Kings affection he questions Her dearest love which he intends to smother By marrying himself unto another Queen Anne was to the Tower carried And e're three weeks were over lost her head The Vertuous Lady standing up erect Upon the Scaffold spake to this effect Good Christian people if you wonder why I am come hither know it is to die Having already heard my sentence strict Nor lies it in my pow'r to contradict I come not hither for this end to clear My self nor tell who my accusers are I pray God save the King his life maintain And make you flourish in his happy reign c. And if among you there be any shall Presume to question my untimely fall Anne Bullen begs Anne Bullen does implore That they would judge the right and judge no more Thus thus vain world I take my leave of you Dear Christian friends I bid you all adieu I pray be fellow-feelers of my case And put up prayers to the Throne of grace In my behalf Oh Lord in mercy shine Upon me take my soul for it is thine Sweet Jesu it is thine This oft she sed On her bent knees until she lost her head The King no longer time then three dayes tarried But to the Lady Jane Seymer was married About this time which God to pass did bring Lord Cromwel grew in favour with the King By whose advise and sage deliberation The Church was brought unto a reformation The Kings injunctions all abroad made known Idol'trous Images were overthrown Our Ladies at Walsingham Worcester Ipswich and Thomas Becket's image were Cast down with others which had long deceiv'd The silly people who indeed believ'd They liv'd for they by secret Engines found Could open shut their eyes and roll them round The same year as Lord Cromwel did advise Abbeys were ruin'd and Monasteries A little after for opposing Rome Mr. John Lambert suff'red Martyrdome Packington Collins Leiton Puttedew Peck Doctor Barnes Garret and Heirom too Two eminent Divines the Lord Cromwel Great Essex Earl all for the truths sake fell Yea all the prisons within London walls Were fill'd and many were enclos'd in Halls By vertue of an Act for prohibition Of truth and countenancing superstition John Porter unto New-gate Dungeon sent For reading in the Bible underwent Hard usage bolts and Iron chains did check The freedom of his legs his hands and neck At last into the lowest dungeon cast Not many dayes expir'd he breath'd his last At Lincoln Bishop Longland took away James Morton Thomas Bornard in one day One Mr. Barber who the truth deny'd With sorrow wore away until he dy'd One Testwood Person Filmore tost and turn'd Under afflictions hand at last were burn'd Neer Windsore Castle with a cheerful face Anthony Person did the stake embrace Kissing it said Welcom mine own sweet Bride For this blest day shalt thou and I be ty'd As man and wife together in the love And Matrimonial peace of God above Of God above I long for to be there c. When all of them unto the stake bound were Said Filmer then My bretheren rejoyce In God unto him make a joyful noise For after this sharp breakfast we a boon Dinner shall have with Christ in heaven at noon Testwood with hands and eyes to heaven up heav'd Desir'd God that his spir't might be receiv'd Person said thus tricking with straw his head This is Gods hat now I am dress'd indeed Like a true souldier of Christ by whom This day into his joy I trust to come And so they suffer'd with such constancy That many with them could afford to die The Lord Lisle Thomas Brooks James Cock Ralph Hare James Barber Mr. Smith John Butler bare The cross of Christ Said Rockwood Bad 's my state I can't repent All too late all too late The under-Marshal fell upon the floor I' th' Councel room and never spake word more One Richard Mekins that had scarce out-worn The fifteenth year they did in Smithfield burn Two labouring men there was at Callice Martyr'd And Mr. Daâ—slip was hang'd drawn and quarter'd Button was persecuted Mr. Dod Resign'd up in the flame his soul to God One Mr. Saxie to his end was brought By Gardiner's appointment as ' cwas thought Kerby at Ipswich Roger Clarke at Bury Fry'd Faggots to appease their foemens fury Anne Askew being tost from post to pillar And cruelly misus'd an evil-willer Led her into a dungeon where he rack'd Her body till her very bowels crack'd Nay when her bones and joynts were pluck'd asunder She praised God and pray'd to all a wonder Then the Lord Chanc'ller sent her word that burn'd She should be if she chang'd not she return'd An answer back that she would rather die Then once recant and her true faith deny To New-gate being sent she penned there Her faith's confession ending with this prayer O Lord the hairs which on my head do grow Are not so num'rous as my foes I know Yet Lord take not thy grace and comfort from me So shall they not with flatt'ring words o'recome me Do thou fight for me so my soul shall fear No danger for on thee I cast my care With all the mischief that they can invent They fall upon me and have even spent Me thy poor creature Sweet Lord let me slight My foes for thou alone art my delight And Lord I pray thee when thy wrath begins To burn them quench it O forgive their sins Lord open thou their hearts restore the
Braintree William Pigot for Christs name Endur'd the fury of the ardent flame At Maulden Stephen Knight before the stake Kneel'd down and pray'd Sweet Jesu for whose sake I freely leave this life and rather choose Thy cross and irrecoverably loose All worldly goods then to give audience To men in breaking thy commandements Thou seest O Lord that whereas I but now VVas proffer'd great preferments if I 'd bow To a false helpless God I was content My body should be burnt and my life spent Counting all things below but dung and dross For thee happy such gain which comes by loss Thousands of silver and as much of gold Then death I do of lesser value hold Just as the wounded Deer desires the soil So longs my soul for thee pour down the Oil Of consolation on a crumbling clod So helpless of it self Thou know'st O God That I who am but sinfull flesh and blood Can of my self act nothing that is good And therefore as of thine abundant love And goodness still deflowing from above On me me that am lesser then the least Of mercies thou hast bid me to this feast And judg'd me worthy to drinke of this cup With thine elect even so O bear me up Great God! against this Element of fire So formidable to the sence so dire Sweeten it by thy spirit so asswage The heat that I may overcome its rage And pass into thy bosome Holy father Forgive thou me as I do all men gather My soul sweet Son of God my Saviour Beneath thy shady wings a Balmy Bower O blessed Holy-Ghost whose strength destroies Fleshly corruptions hasten thou my joyes Eternal joyes Lord I commend take then My parting spirit Amen Amen Amen John Laurence legs with bolts and irons lame His body with hard usage out of frame Was to the stake transported in a chair And suff'red for the saith at Colchester Young children while he burn'd cry'd out O Lord Strengthen thy servant and make good thy word Stand up stand up for thy poor servant's aid As thou art just O do as thou hast said Ferrar set o're St. Davids Bishoprick Was apprehended for an Heretick Him Winchester misus'd call'd him base slave False-hearted fellow and a cross-grain'd knave Morgan a fraudulent supplanter turn'd him Out of his place and at Carmarthen burn'd him Not long before his death one Richard Jones A Knights son comming his sad pains bemones T'whom Ferrar thus Sir if you see me move My hand or foot during the flames do prove What mettle I am of believe not then My Doctrine oft inculcated to men And as he said he did with the fire hot Besieged round he stirred not a jot Held his stumps bolt upright then with a pole Knock'd down i' ch' fire he breathed out his soul One Rawlins White a Fisher-man in Wales Of Cardiffe town when superstitions scales Drop'd from his eyes the Truth he understood And in his country aid a deal of good He dayly now expects to he surpriz'd By truths oppugners his dear friends advis'd Him to retire elsewhere and be excus'd For their good will he thank'd them but resus'd He 's apprehended and in prison laid In Cardiffe Castle where a year he staid His friends resorting to him he would spend The time in pray'r exhorting them to mend At last the Bishop of Landaffe commands That he be brought he threats him now then stands On fairer terms but all this would not stir His unmov'd brest a day 's appointed for His condemnation which being come The Bishop call'd him forth and told him some Heretical opinions he did hold And had seduced others Rawlins bold Reply'd My Lord a Christian man I am I praise God for 't my tenents are the same With Sacred Writ if from God's word I stray I would be gladly brought in the right way The Bishop said Speak if you will be won Else I 'll proceed to condemnation Proceed said Rawlins but you never shall Condemn me for an Heretick Let 's fall To pray'r said Landaffe that the Lord some spark Of grace would send thee to disclose the dark Now said he you deal well and if your pray'r Do with God's will agree he 'll doubtless hear Pray to your God and I to mine will pray I know my God will hear and not say nay The Bishop and his Chaplains pray'd anon Rawlins pray'd by himself alone pray'r don The Bishop said How is it with thee now Thine errours what wilt thou revoke and bow To our true God no surely no said he Rawlins you left and Rawlins you finde me Rawlins I was and am and Rawlins will Through God continue to be Rawlins still God would have heard you had your sute bin just But he hath heard me and on him I trust The Bishop being wroth him soundly shent So went to Mass Rawlins his minde then bent Shot forth these words Good people if there be Amongst you any breth'ren two or three Or if but one bear witness at the day Of judgement that I to no Idols pray Mass don he was condemn'd and after thrown Into a darke and loathsome dungeon There Rawlins pass'd his time in drowning wrongs With spir'tual prayers and religious songs The night before his death t' his wife he sent To send his wedding weed a shirt he meant Which he rejoycingly next morn put on And being led to execution Guarded he was with bills and Pike-staves too Alas said he what need all this ado By God's grace I will nothing start aside VVho is 't that gives me power to abide All this affliction for his own names sake But God his be the glory At the stake He his dear wife and children having found Pickled in briny tears or rather drown'd His eyes let fall a tear but having made A recollection of himself he said Ah flesh saiest thou me so would'st thou obtain The Victor's Palm I tell thee 't is in vain To strive thy pow'r is like the morning mist Then failing on the ground the ground he kist And spake Earth unto earth and dust to dust Thou art my mother and return I must To thee With an exhilarated brow Then going to be bound to th'stake I now Said he t' a friend of his finde great contest Betwixt the flesh and spirit for the best I pray you therefore when you see me shrink Hold up your finger that I may bethink My too oblivious self B'ing bound he rais'd These words up to the height The Lord be Prais'd Unto the Smith then spake he Pray good friend Knock it in fast the flesh may much contend But God support me let thy grace refresh My fainting spirits and my trembling flesh About him pulled he the reeds and straw VVith such a merry look that all that saw Much wondred at it Now a Priest appear'd And preached to the people Rawlins heard Until he spake of Transubstantiation Alledging Scripture for its confirmation This is my Body Come you here good folk Said Rawlins