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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 ...
             Billingsley, Nicholas, 1633-1709.
          
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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
              
               ,
               Of
               Mert.
               Col.
               Oxon.
               
            
             
               
                 Psal
                 .
                 44.
                 22.
                 
              
               For
               thy
               sake
               are
               we
               killed
               all
               the
               day
               long
               ;
               we
               are
               counted
               as
               sheep
               for
               the
               slaughters
               .
            
             
               Nil
               crus
               sentit
               in
               nervo
               ,
               cum
               animus
               est
               in
               coelo
               .
               
                 Tertul.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 Naz.
                 contra
                 Ar.
                 p.
                 113.
                 
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               by
               
                 J.
                 Cottrel
              
               ,
               for
               
                 Tho
                 :
                 Johnson
              
               ,
               at
               the
               Key
               in
               
               Paul's
               Church-yard
               .
               1657.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               To
               the
               Right
               Worshipful
               ,
               JEREMY
               MARTIN
               Doctor
               of
               Physick
               in
               Bristol
               ,
               
                 
                   All
                   
                     
                       Internal
                    
                     
                       External
                    
                     
                       Eternal
                       
                         
                           Happiness
                           .
                        
                      
                    
                  
                
              
            
             
               
                 Honoured
                 Sir
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               Am
               not
               ignorant
               that
               we
               now
               live
               in
               as
               censorious
               an
               age
               as
               even
               the
               Sun
               shin'd
               on
               ;
               wherein
               there
               are
               not
               a
               few
               that
               will
               snap
               and
               snarle
               at
               the
               politest
               lines
               ,
               and
               refined'st
               inventions
               whatsoever
               ;
               (
               when
               perhaps
               the
               matter
               is
               too
               deep
               ,
               for
               the
               short
               line
               of
               their
               Judgements
               to
               sound
               
               the
               bottom
               of
               :
               )
               What
               hard
               measure
               then
               I
               am
               like
               to
               have
               ,
               for
               suffering
               this
               my
               naked
               and
               incult
               Muse
               to
               venture
               abroad
               on
               the
               open
               stage
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               a
               little
               sensible
               of
               .
               But
               yet
               ,
               because
               private
               benefits
               ,
               do
               often
               call
               for
               publick
               acknowledgements
               ,
               I
               will
               not
               be
               ashamed
               to
               let
               the
               world
               know
               ,
               I
               am
               exceedingly
               engaged
               to
               you
               ;
               nor
               could
               I
               be
               contented
               till
               I
               had
               made
               some
               part
               of
               amends
               for
               your
               received
               favours
               ;
               Presuming
               that
               your
               Heroick
               minde
               ,
               sweet
               nature
               ,
               and
               generous
               disposition
               ,
               will
               respect
               more
               (
               
               Artaxerxes-like
               )
               the
               inward
               Affection
               ,
               then
               the
               outward
               Action
               .
               Be
               pleas'd
               therefore
               ,
               Noble
               Sir
               ,
               to
               persist
               still
               in
               your
               wonted
               goodness
               ,
               and
               favourably
               accept
               of
               that
               in
               the
               birth
               ,
               which
               your
               encouragements
               furthered
               in
               the
               conception
               .
               The
               subject
               I
               confess
               is
               Divine
               (
               as
               treating
               of
               a
               
               Bush
               all
               in
               a
               flame
               ,
               yet
               not
               consumed
               ;
               enough
               to
               dazle
               our
               eyes
               with
               its
               astonishing
               glory
               )
               and
               therefore
               deferves
               to
               be
               better
               handled
               ,
               by
               a
               more
               Graphical
               Paraphrast
               then
               my self
               :
               And
               if
               my
               jangling
               toll
               in
               better
               ringers
               ,
               I
               shall
               be
               glad
               of
               it
               ;
               In
               the
               mean
               ,
               I
               will
               let
               my
               green
               fruits
               ripen
               under
               the
               Sun-shine
               of
               your
               judicious
               Eye
               :
               and
               though
               my
               lines
               (
               like
               old
               Pewter
               )
               seem
               dull
               for
               want
               of
               scowring
               ;
               yet
               may
               they
               receive
               a
               gloss
               from
               your
               resplendent
               Name
               .
               Pythagoras
               was
               of
               opinion
               ,
               
               that
               two
               things
               (
               and
               they
               from
               above
               )
               made
               a
               man
               truly
               glorious
               ;
               the
               one
               was
               ,
               To
               conceive
               aright
               of
               things
               ;
               the
               other
               was
               ,
               To
               know
               how
               to
               be
               beneficial
               to
               others
               .
               Sweet
               Sir
               ,
               I
               will
               not
               flatter
               you
               (
               for
               I
               am
               confident
               you
               do
               not
               desire
               it
               ,
               chusing
               rather
               to
               be
               too
               modestly
               spoken
               of
               ,
               then
               to
               be
               mounted
               on
               the
               wings
               of
               Popular
               
               applause
               )
               but
               I
               dare
               say
               ,
               you
               are
               endowed
               with
               both
               :
               You
               have
               affected
               to
               be
               acquainted
               with
               the
               natures
               of
               most
               (
               may
               I
               say
               all
               ?
               )
               diseases
               ;
               and
               have
               effected
               (
               God
               making
               your
               undertakings
               succesful
               )
               as
               rare
               cures
               as
               ever
               any
               ,
               I
               will
               except
               none
               .
               I
               cannot
               stand
               to
               specifie
               them
               ;
               this
               one
               shall
               serve
               for
               all
               :
               Your
               eminent
               skill
               in
               recovering
               Epileptical
               maladies
               ,
               is
               sufficiently
               known
               to
               many
               .
               What
               shall
               I
               say
               of
               my self
               in
               particular
               ?
               am
               not
               I
               bound
               to
               bless
               God
               ,
               since
               first
               I
               had
               the
               happiness
               to
               be
               acquainted
               with
               you
               ?
               Have
               not
               I
               great
               cause
               to
               admire
               (
               and
               ,
               if
               I
               may
               so
               say
               ,
               adore
               you
               for
               )
               your
               profound
               judgment
               ,
               your
               excellent
               ability
               ,
               and
               singular
               care
               ,
               so
               oportunely
               exercised
               towards
               me
               your
               Patient
               ,
               in
               the
               raising
               up
               of
               my
               infirm
               body
               ,
               even
               then
               ,
               when
               I
               had
               passed
               the
               sentence
               of
               death
               upon
               my self
               ,
               and
               was
               
               thought
               ,
               in
               the
               eyes
               of
               all
               ,
               irrecoverable
               ?
               I
               were
               unworthy
               to
               live
               ,
               if
               I
               did
               not
               .
            
             
               Theodoricus
               ,
               
               an
               Archbishop
               of
               Colen
               ,
               being
               demanded
               by
               Sigismund
               the
               Emperor
               ,
               of
               the
               directest
               course
               to
               Happiness
               ;
               Perform
               (
               said
               he
               )
               
                 when
                 thou
                 art
                 well
                 ,
                 what
                 thou
                 promisedst
                 when
                 thou
                 wast
                 sick
                 .
              
               This
               puts
               me
               in
               minde
               of
               a
               double
               engagement
               which
               I
               made
               in
               the
               time
               of
               my
               calamity
               ;
               First
               ,
               to
               God
               Almighty
               ,
               That
               I
               would
               endeavour
               ,
               if
               he
               but
               pleased
               to
               spare
               me
               my
               life
               ,
               to
               devote
               my self
               wholly
               to
               his
               fear
               ,
               and
               walk
               more
               obediently
               before
               him
               ,
               then
               I
               had
               formerly
               done
               :
               Next
               to
               you
               ,
               as
               the
               onely
               instrument
               in
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               ,
               for
               the
               repairing
               of
               the
               ruinous
               walls
               of
               my
               fleshly
               Tenement
               ,
               I
               promised
               to
               agnize
               it
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               I
               liv'd
               .
               I
               beseech
               God
               ,
               that
               these
               promises
               may
               be
               the
               prodromes
               of
               seconding
               performances
               ▪
               
               I
               pray
               Sir
               ,
               give
               me
               leave
               to
               tell
               you
               ,
               you
               are
               the
               onely
               man
               living
               ,
               whom
               I
               superlatively
               honour
               ,
               not
               onely
               for
               your
               learning
               and
               knowledge
               (
               though
               that
               were
               enough
               to
               convince
               me
               )
               but
               for
               your
               inestimable
               Vertues
               ;
               as
               Temperance
               ,
               Humility
               ,
               &c.
               which
               are
               as
               so
               many
               sparkling
               Ornaments
               ,
               and
               Orient
               Pearls
               ,
               to
               enrich
               and
               illustrate
               the
               very
               place
               you
               come
               in
               .
               To
               speak
               nothing
               of
               your
               Piety
               ,
               that
               onely
               will
               commend
               you
               in
               the
               eyes
               of
               God.
               I
               might
               say
               ,
               and
               say
               truly
               ,
               that
               you
               are
               such
               a
               common
               good
               to
               your
               Country
               ,
               that
               good
               men
               love
               you
               ,
               and
               all
               men
               admire
               you
               :
               but
               I
               will
               not
               gild
               Gold
               ;
               neither
               may
               I
               think
               that
               bright
               Phaebus
               beams
               can
               be
               the
               more
               increased
               by
               the
               presenting
               of
               a
               silly
               Taper
               :
               nay
               ,
               I
               am
               somewhat
               conscious
               to
               my self
               of
               eclipsing
               the
               great
               Luminary
               
               of
               your
               serene
               worth
               ,
               with
               the
               obumbration
               of
               a
               Timanthaean
               veil
               .
            
             
               If
               I
               have
               herein
               offended
               ,
               it
               is
               against
               my
               will
               ;
               I
               am
               sorry
               for
               it
               ;
               and
               I
               hope
               your
               ingenuity
               will
               pardon
               me
               ,
               laying
               the
               fault
               on
               the
               defects
               of
               my
               Youth
               ,
               as
               being
               not
               over-burthened
               with
               Ciceronian
               Eloquence
               .
               But
               what
               though
               I
               cannot
               cloathe
               my
               minde
               in
               such
               fine
               airy
               garments
               ,
               nor
               adorn
               my
               Paper
               with
               such
               Rhetorical
               jewels
               as
               others
               can
               ?
               yet
               may
               I
               as
               deeply
               engrave
               you
               on
               the
               Marble
               Tablet
               of
               my
               fidelious
               brest
               ,
               as
               any
               ,
               while
               I
               am
               ,
            
             
               
                 Sir
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   The
                   eLeVenth
                   Day
                   of
                   March
                
                 MDCLV
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 Honours
                 very
                 humble
                 ,
                 thankful
                 ,
                 and
                 much
                 obliged
                 servant
                 ,
                 Nich
                 :
                 Billingsly
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               the
               Reader
               .
            
             
               
                 Courteous
                 Reader
                 ,
              
            
             
               THey
               that
               cannot
               have
               leisure
               to
               take
               a
               full
               survey
               of
               Countries
               themselves
               ,
               may
               yet
               see
               somewhat
               to
               their
               content
               ,
               in
               the
               Geographical
               Maps
               and
               descriptions
               of
               others
               .
               Thou
               hast
               here
               presented
               to
               thy
               view
               ,
               the
               Book
               of
               Martyrs
               in
               a
               little
               room
               ;
               which
               is
               already
               extant
               ,
               though
               in
               a
               larger
               extent
               .
               Now
               if
               the
               Tyrannie
               of
               thine
               affairs
               are
               so
               imperious
               ,
               or
               the
               Weakness
               of
               thy
               purse
               so
               injurious
               ,
               as
               to
               impede
               thy
               perusal
               of
               the
               History
               of
               the
               Church
               (
               which
               is
               absolutely
               the
               best
               (
               save
               one
               )
               in
               the
               Christian
               world
               ,
               )
               either
               in
               the
               voluminous
               works
               of
               the
               Laborious
               (
               now
               with
               God
               )
               Mr.
               Fox
               ;
               or
               in
               the
               conciser
               Collections
               of
               that
               Reverend
               Divine
               and
               Famous
               Martyrologist
               (
               still
               with
               us
               )
               Mr.
               Clark
               (
               out
               of
               whose
               Garden
               I
               have
               gathered
               this
               Posie
               of
               flowers
               :
               )
               Thou
               may'st
               (
               if
               it
               please
               thee
               )
               accept
               of
               this
               Breviary
               ,
               which
               will
               not
               cost
               much
               mony
               in
               the
               buying
               ,
               and
               but
               a
               little
               time
               in
               the
               reading
               .
               Herein
               thou
               may'st
               see
               (
               though
               briefly
               ,
               yet
               not
               obscurely
               )
               the
               goodness
               of
               God
               ,
               in
               maintaining
               and
               preserving
               to
               himself
               throughout
               all
               Ages
               ,
               a
               peculiar
               People
               ,
               zealous
               of
               good
               works
               ,
               notwithstanding
               all
               their
               confronting
               enemies
               whatsoever
               :
               and
               though
               boystrous
               gusts
               of
               
               Temptation
               ,
               have
               ever
               tossed
               the
               Saints
               up
               and
               down
               ,
               on
               the
               raging
               billowes
               of
               Persecution
               ;
               Yet
               have
               they
               alwayes
               held
               up
               their
               heads
               above
               water
               :
               The
               more
               these
               Grapes
               have
               been
               pressed
               ,
               the
               more
               Wine
               have
               they
               yielded
               ;
               Juniper
               burnt
               smells
               savouriest
               ,
               so
               do
               they
               ;
               Chamomile
               trod
               ,
               growes
               fastest
               ,
               so
               do
               they
               ;
               pounded
               Spices
               smell
               sweetest
               ,
               so
               do
               they
               .
               Affliction
               is
               Gods
               furnace
               ;
               the
               Saints
               are
               Gold
               put
               into
               it
               ,
               not
               to
               be
               consumed
               ,
               but
               to
               return
               more
               glorious
               .
               That
               saying
               ,
               
                 Veritas
                 premi
                 potest
                 ,
                 opprimi
                 nunqam
                 ,
              
               Truth
               may
               be
               blam'd
               ,
               but
               never
               sham'd
               ,
               herein
               is
               verifi'd
               .
               Though
               Antiochus
               commanded
               the
               Book
               of
               Gods
               Law
               to
               be
               burnt
               in
               the
               fire
               ,
               and
               cut
               in
               pieces
               ,
               making
               it
               death
               for
               any
               man
               to
               keep
               it
               by
               him
               :
               Though
               Dioclesian
               caused
               them
               to
               be
               burned
               in
               the
               streets
               ,
               and
               made
               the
               Churches
               and
               houses
               of
               God
               even
               with
               the
               ground
               (
               as
               
                 Euseb
                 .
                 Lib.
                 8.
                 
                 Cap.
              
               4.
               hath
               it
               )
               the
               more
               it
               hath
               been
               suppressed
               ,
               the
               more
               it
               hath
               spread
               and
               encreased
               ,
               to
               the
               spiritual
               edification
               of
               the
               house
               of
               God
               ,
               whereof
               Jesus
               Christ
               is
               the
               Corner-Stone
               .
               Hierom
               in
               his
               Epistle
               to
               Cormatius
               ,
               reports
               ,
               That
               in
               an
               whole
               years
               space
               ,
               there
               passed
               not
               one
               day
               (
               the
               Calends
               of
               January
               excepted
               )
               wherein
               five
               thousand
               Christians
               were
               not
               made
               away
               with
               .
               And
               —
               But
               I
               will
               not
               detain
               thee
               (
               Gentle
               Reader
               )
               in
               my
               Porch
               like
               a
               stranger
               ,
               lest
               I
               be
               thought
               churlish
               .
               Well
               then
               ,
               in
               a
               few
               words
               (
               for
               I
               will
               not
               now
               stand
               to
               
               strain
               complements
               with
               thee
               )
               I
               have
               made
               no
               great
               preparation
               for
               thee
               :
               And
               if
               thou
               wilt
               be
               pleased
               to
               accept
               of
               such
               poor
               entertainment
               as
               my
               Muse
               is
               able
               to
               afford
               thee
               ,
               she
               gives
               thee
               an
               invitation
               ,
               Come
               in
               ,
               fall
               to
               ,
               eat
               freely
               with
               a
               good
               will
               ,
               and
               thou
               art
               heartily
               welcome
               :
               But
               if
               thy
               dainty
               palate
               be
               so
               nice
               ,
               as
               to
               make
               thee
               hanker
               after
               the
               most
               exquisit
               dishes
               and
               costli'st
               viands
               that
               can
               be
               got
               for
               love
               or
               mony
               ;
               I
               tell
               thee
               truly
               (
               friend
               )
               I
               han't
               it
               for
               thee
               ,
               thou
               had'st
               best
               go
               where
               such
               is
               to
               be
               had
               ;
               and
               that
               is
               all
               the
               harm
               I
               wish
               thee
               ;
               and
               so
               I
               bid
               thee
            
             
               Farewel
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               Amici
               sui
               charissimi
               NICH
               O
               LAI
               BILLINGSLY
               Brachy-hagio-Martyrologiam
               Distichon
               Panegyricum
               .
            
             
               Hîc
               magnum
               in
               parvo
               ;
               veterū
               Monument
               a
               virorū
               ,
               Et
               Mortem
               &
               Mores
               (
               candide
               Lector
               )
               habes
               .
            
             
               IT
               skills
               no
               less
               large
               Tomest
               '
               Epitomize
               ,
            
             
               Then
               at
               the
               first
               the
               same
               for
               to
               devise
               .
            
             
               'T
               was
               Homers
               praise
               his
               Iliads
               to
               indite
               ,
            
             
               Anothers
               in
               a
               Nut-shell
               them
               to
               write
               .
            
             
               Like
               worth
               belongs
               to
               thee
               ,
               &
               to
               thy
               book
               ;
            
             
               Wherein
               (
               as
               in
               an
               Optick
               )
               if
               we
               look
               ,
            
             
               We
               may
               at
               once
               more
               briefly
               far
               behold
               ,
            
             
               What
               Fox
               ,
               and
               others
               ,
               have
               at
               large
               us
               told
               ,
            
             
               Touching
               such
               Martyrs
               as
               did
               live
               and
               die
            
             
               I'
               th'
               faith
               of
               Christ
               ;
               whose
               sacred
               memory
            
             
               Thou
               do'st
               receive
               ,
               that
               they
               on
               earth
               again
            
             
               May
               live
               with
               us
               ,
               we'n
               heaven
               with
               them
               may
               raign
               .
            
             
               God
               grant
               us
               this
               ;
               and
               so
               to
               make
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               them
               ,
               I
               thee
               ,
               cannot
               too
               much
               commend
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   Aug.
                   11.
                   1656.
                   
                
              
               
                 T.
                 C.
                 de
                 Ospringe
                 Cleri●
              
            
          
           
             
             
               DEO
               Opt.
               Max.
               
            
             
               GReat
               God
               ,
               who
               grasp'st
               in
               thine
               eternal
               fists
            
             
               The
               world
               ,
               &
               boundest
               with
               appointed
               lists
            
             
               The
               swag'ring
               billowes
               ;
               thou
               who
               hast
               enroll'd
            
             
               Thy
               Marble
               Gallery
               with
               studs
               of
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               throne
               the
               face-veild
               Seraphims
               on
               high
            
             
               Advance
               above
               the
               Porph'ry-Arched
               skie
               ;
            
             
               Who
               all
               things
               did'st
               ,
               and
               do
               '
               st
               ,
               and
               wilt
               fulfill
               ,
            
             
               According
               to
               the
               counsel
               of
               thy
               will
               :
            
             
               O
               shew
               thy
               power
               in
               thy
               servant
               weak
               ,
            
             
               Rouze
               my
               dull
               Muse
               ,
               enable
               her
               to
               speak
            
             
               Divinely
               of
               thy
               Saints
               ,
               that
               in
               this
               story
            
             
               The
               World
               (
               as
               in
               a
               glass
               )
               may
               see
               thy
               glory
               .
            
             
               Finish
               this
               work
               ,
               this
               work
               in
               thee
               begun
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               it
               live
               ,
               when
               I
               am
               dead
               and
               gon
               .
            
             
               Those
               looser
               Poets
               who
               begin
               betimes
            
             
               To
               please
               vain
               fancies
               with
               lascivious
               Rhimes
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               there
               by
               to
               eternize
               their
               name
               ,
            
             
               What
               do
               they
               leave
               but
               Monuments
               of
               shame
               ?
            
             
               Their
               works
               shall
               rot
               ;
               while
               such
               as
               have
               a
               sure
            
             
               Foundation
               ,
               shall
               eternally
               endure
               .
            
             
               Let
               no
               man
               deck
               with
               Apollinean
               Bayes
            
             
               My
               browes
               ;
               thine
               be
               the
               Glory
               ,
               thine
               the
               Praise
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               THE
               PERSECUTIONS
               Mentioned
               in
               the
               Old
               Testament
               .
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 the
                 first
                 Ages
                 of
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 forward
                 till
                 Christ's
                 Incarnation
                 .
              
               
                 ADam
                 being
                 left
                 unto
                 his
                 own
                 free-will
                 ,
              
               
                 Satan
                 the
                 Primo-genitor
                 of
                 ill
                 ,
              
               
                 Maligning
                 his
                 so
                 prosperous
                 estate
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 exercise
                 his
                 Diabolick
                 hate
                 ,
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 hood
                 of
                 friendship
                 ,
                 to
                 o'rethrow
              
               
                 Both
                 root
                 ,
                 and
                 branch
                 at
                 one
                 pestiferous
                 blow
                 .
              
               
                 VVith
                 large-pretending
                 promises
                 ,
                 his
                 suit
              
               
                 He
                 varnish'd
                 thus
                 ;
                 if
                 the
                 forbidden
                 fruit
              
               
                 But
                 kiss
                 their
                 lips
                 ,
                 
                 they
                 should
                 more
                 clearly
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 full
                 as
                 wise
                 as
                 their
                 Creator
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Satan's
                 Engines
                 play'd
                 ,
                 till
                 in
                 conclusion
              
               
                 He
                 took
                 the
                 Fort
                 ,
                 by
                 his
                 so
                 smooth
                 delusion
                 .
              
               
               
                 Poor
                 man
                 made
                 shipwrack
                 of
                 his
                 Innocence
                 ,
              
               
                 Thwarting
                 his
                 God-requir'd
                 Obedience
                 :
              
               
                 Thus
                 Adam
                 fell
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 his
                 hapless
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 Hath
                 lost
                 his
                 happiness
                 ,
                 his
                 God
                 and
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 ever
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 he
                 cannot
                 any
                 more
              
               
                 Enjoy
                 those
                 blessings
                 he
                 enjoy'd
                 before
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 first
                 state
                 ;
                 and
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 can
                 win
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 death
                 ,
                 Death
                 is
                 the
                 VVages
                 due
                 to
                 sin
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 of
                 that
                 ?
                 yet
                 hath
                 it
                 pleas'd
                 the
                 High'st
              
               
                 To
                 give
                 eternal
                 life
                 through
                 Jesus
                 Christ
              
               
                 Our
                 blessed
                 Lord
                 :
                 whoever
                 do
                 believe
              
               
                 In
                 him
                 alone
                 ,
                 are
                 certain
                 to
                 receive
              
               
                 A
                 glorious
                 Crown
                 :
                 O
                 see
                 what
                 God
                 hath
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 save
                 poor
                 sinners
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 sent
                 his
                 Son
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 onely
                 Son
                 ,
                 who
                 willingly
                 came
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 bear
                 the
                 cross
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 might
                 wear
                 the
                 Crown
                 .
              
               
                 Strange
                 condescention
                 !
                 the
                 great
                 God
                 above
              
               
                 Is
                 pleas'd
                 t'
                 embrace
                 us
                 in
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 groundless
                 depths
                 !
                 O
                 love
                 beyond
                 degree
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 guiltless
                 dies
                 ,
                 to
                 set
                 the
                 guilty
                 free
                 !
              
               
                 Nor
                 ceas'd
                 the
                 malice
                 of
                 the
                 black-brow'd
                 Prince
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Low-Countries
                 ,
                 hell
                 ;
                 for
                 ever
                 since
              
               
                 Mans
                 forfeiture
                 of
                 his
                 heav'n-granted
                 lease
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 hath
                 been
                 active
                 to
                 molest
                 the
                 Peace
              
               
                 Of
                 Christ-confiding
                 Saints
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 a
                 Lyon
              
               
                 Hath
                 seiz'd
                 on
                 those
                 who
                 bear
                 good
                 will
                 to
                 Siont
              
               
                 Amongst
                 the
                 wheat
                 ,
                 he
                 sows
                 seditious
                 tares
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 setteth
                 men
                 together
                 by
                 the
                 ears
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 more
                 unnatural
                 then
                 that
                 ,
                 one
                 brother
              
               
                 He
                 instigates
                 to
                 persecute
                 another
                 :
              
               
                 VVitness
                 nefandous
                 Cain
                 ,
                 
                 whose
                 brothers
                 bloud
              
               
                 To
                 heaven
                 for
                 vengeance
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 and
                 cry'd
                 aloud
                 :
              
               
                 Did
                 not
                 curs'd
                 Ham
                 his
                 naked
                 Father
                 mock
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 (
                 A
                 graceless
                 branch
                 ,
                 sprung
                 from
                 a
                 righteous
                 stock
                 .
                 )
              
               
               
                 Did
                 not
                 the
                 Sodomites
                 deride
                 Just
                 Lot
                 ?
                 
              
               
                 And
                 spurious
                 
                   Ishm'el
                   I
                   saac
                
                 ,
                 
                 did
                 he
                 not
                 ?
              
               
                 Jacob
                 rough
                 Esau
                 hates
                 ;
                 
                 young
                 Joseph's
                 sold
              
               
                 To
                 lshma
                 '
                 itish
                 Merchants
                 ;
                 
                 and
                 behold
              
               
                 Oppressed
                 Isr'el
                 ,
                 
                 how
                 their
                 shoulder
                 grones
              
               
                 Beneath
                 their
                 massy
                 loads
                 ,
                 
                 hard
                 hearted
                 ones
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 must
                 the
                 new-born
                 Males
                 be
                 stifled
                 by
              
               
                 The
                 Mid-wives
                 ?
                 O
                 unheard-of
                 cruelty
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 these
                 fail
                 ,
                 may
                 they
                 not
                 live
                 a
                 while
                 ?
              
               
                 No
                 ;
                 
                 drown'd
                 they
                 must
                 be
                 in
                 sepemfluous
                 Nile
                 .
              
               
                 Breast-hardned
                 Phar'oh
                 ,
                 
                 what
                 did
                 Moses
                 do
              
               
                 VVorthy
                 thy
                 wrath
                 ?
                 
                 and
                 may
                 not
                 Isr'el
                 go
              
               
                 From
                 thy
                 enslaving
                 hands
                 ,
                 but
                 bear
                 the
                 print
              
               
                 Thy
                 scourges
                 leave
                 ?
                 
                 O
                 heart
                 wall'd
                 round
                 with
                 flint
                 !
              
               
                 Years
                 not
                 a
                 few
                 the
                 Isra'lites
                 were
                 drudges
              
               
                 Unto
                 th'
                 I
                 dolatrous
                 and
                 self-law'd
                 Judges
                 ;
              
               
                 Compel'd
                 to
                 leave
                 their
                 homes
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 hide
                 themselves
              
               
                 In
                 dens
                 and
                 caves
                 ,
                 from
                 persecuting
                 Elves
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 Gods
                 bounty
                 fertiliz'd
                 their
                 land
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 All
                 was
                 destroyed
                 by
                 the
                 Midian
                 band
                 :
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Philistins
                 thirty
                 four
                 thousand
                 slay
              
               
                 Of
                 them
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 carryed
                 Gods
                 Ark
                 away
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 Smith
                 in
                 Israel
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 found
              
               
                 To
                 fit
                 their
                 instruments
                 to
                 till
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 The
                 land
                 was
                 so
                 enslav'd
                 ;
                 they
                 rather
                 chose
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Then
                 starve
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 be
                 behoiding
                 to
                 their
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 VVith
                 his
                 keen
                 javelin
                 ,
                 
                 spirit-haunted
                 Saul
              
               
                 Assay'd
                 to
                 stick
                 up
                 
                   David
                   '
                
                 gainst
                 the
                 wall
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Prophetick
                 David
                 ,
                 
                 with
                 a
                 patient
                 ear
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 Shimei's
                 railing
                 accusations
                 bear
                 .
              
               
                 Egyptian
                 Shishak
                 prov'd
                 Jerus'lems
                 rod
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 And
                 took
                 the
                 treasures
                 from
                 the
                 house
                 of
                 God.
              
               
                 And
                 (
                 which
                 is
                 strange
                 )
                 good
                 Asa's
                 spirit
                 risen
              
               
                 Against
                 Gods
                 Prophet
                 ,
                 
                 casts
                 him
                 into
                 prison
                 .
              
               
               
                 Ahab
                 hates
                 Micah
                 .
                 
                 In
                 Jehosaphat
              
               
                 His
                 reign
                 ,
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 God
                 was
                 stormed
                 at
                 .
              
               
                 Elijah
                 ,
                 
                 was
                 despis'd
                 by
                 Jezabel
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 whom
                 so
                 many
                 holy
                 Prophets
                 fell
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Elisha
                 suffers
                 ;
                 in
                 
                   Jehor
                   ams
                
                 reign
              
               
                 Judak's
                 oppress'd
                 .
                 
                 Good
                 Zechariah's
                 slain
              
               
                 By
                 Joash
                 ,
                 
                 for
                 's
                 reproof
                 .
                 Israel's
                 ,
                 King
              
               
                 Thousands
                 of
                 Judah
                 slew
                 ,
                 did
                 thousands
                 bring
              
               
                 Into
                 captivity
                 .
                 
                 Poor
                 Judah
                 pines
              
               
                 
                   By
                   th'
                
                 Edomites
                 ,
                 Assyrians
                 ,
                 Philistines
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Prophet
                 Esay
                 by
                 Manasses
                 Law
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Was
                 sawn
                 in
                 sunder
                 with
                 a
                 wooden
                 saw
                 .
                 
              
               
                 And
                 Jeremiah
                 after
                 slandrous
                 mocks
                 ,
              
               
                 VVas
                 beaten
                 sore
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 put
                 into
                 the
                 stocks
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 was
                 he
                 (
                 liberty
                 deny'd
                 him
                 )
                 flung
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 myry
                 dungeon
                 ,
                 
                 where
                 he
                 clung
                 ;
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 drag'd
                 thence
                 ,
                 
                 into
                 th'
                 Egyptian
                 land
              
               
                 He
                 needs
                 must
                 go
                 ,
                 
                 the
                 Captains
                 him
                 command
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 Thren-odes
                 those
                 pious
                 Elegies
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Lament
                 the
                 falling
                 Churches
                 miseries
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Nebuchanezzar
                 in
                 a
                 rage
                 doth
                 throw
              
               
                 Shadrach
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 Meshech
                 ,
                 and
                 Abednego
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 furnace
                 hot
                 :
                 By
                 wicked
                 men
              
               
                 Daniel
                 is
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 Lyons
                 Den.
                 
                 
              
               
                 Proud
                 Haman
                 persecutes
                 poor
                 Mordecay
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 And
                 a
                 decree
                 procures
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 one
                 day
              
               
                 Gods
                 people
                 should
                 be
                 killed
                 murth
                 '
                 rously
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Jews
                 returning
                 from
                 captivity
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Judah's
                 disturb'd
                 and
                 opposition's
                 found
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 would
                 raise
                 Gods
                 Temple
                 from
                 the
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 Build
                 it
                 they
                 do
                 :
                 
                 though
                 men
                 and
                 devils
                 conjoyne
              
               
                 They
                 'r
                 Powers
                 ,
                 
                 they
                 cannot
                 frustrate
                 Gods
                 designe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 from
                 Nehemiah
                 to
                 Antiochus
                 his
                 time
                 ;
                 and
                 also
                 under
                 Antiochus
                 Epiphanes
                 ,
                 before
                 the
                 nativity
                 of
                 Christ
                 ,
                 about
                 168
                 years
                 .
              
               
                 ELiashib
                 the
                 High-Priest
                 being
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 Judas
                 his
                 son
                 succeeded
                 in
                 his
                 stead
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 John
                 the
                 next
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 the
                 Temple
                 slew
              
               
                 Jesus
                 which
                 sought
                 to
                 wrong
                 him
                 of
                 his
                 due
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 had
                 Bagoses
                 heard
                 the
                 News
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 with
                 a
                 potent
                 force
                 ,
                 he
                 kept
                 the
                 Jews
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 The
                 Jews
                 inclos'd
                 within
                 
                   Jerus
                   '
                   lems
                
                 walls
                 )
              
               
                 Till
                 sev'n
                 years
                 ended
                 ,
                 under
                 slavish
                 thralls
                 ;
              
               
                 Compelling
                 them
                 to
                 lay
                 down
                 fifty
                 Drachmes
              
               
                 For
                 ev'ry
                 Lamb
                 that
                 fed
                 their
                 dayly
                 flames
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Jaddus
                   (
                   John
                
                 dead
                 )
                 succeeded
                 ,
                 who
                 b'ing
                 told
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Alexander's
                 acts
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 he
                 would
              
               
                 Come
                 shortly
                 ,
                 he
                 in
                 's
                 Priestly
                 robes
                 aray'd
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Gods
                 direction
                 and
                 protection
                 pray'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 fell
                 down
                 ,
                 the
                 Jews
                 did
                 in
                 a
                 ring
              
               
                 Encircle
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 God
                 save
                 the
                 King.
              
               
                 He
                 check'd
                 ,
                 reply'd
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 (
                 that
                 were
                 odd
                 )
              
               
                 Adore
                 the
                 High-Priest
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 High-Priests
                 God.
              
               
                 Then
                 leave
                 to
                 live
                 after
                 their
                 Ancient
                 orders
              
               
                 He
                 grants
                 the
                 Hebrews
                 ,
                 and
                 deserts
                 their
                 borders
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Antiochus
                   Epiphanes
                
                 did
                 go
              
               
                 Unto
                 Jerusalem
                 :
                 nor
                 friend
                 nor
                 foe
              
               
                 Escap'd
                 his
                 fury
                 ;
                 he
                 the
                 Temple
                 spoil'd
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 her
                 Ornaments
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 defil'd
                 :
              
               
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 he
                 inhibited
                 the
                 godly
                 Jews
              
               
                 Those
                 daily
                 sacrifices
                 they
                 did
                 use
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 made
                 their
                 goodly
                 structures
                 void
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 led
                 some
                 captive
                 ,
                 many
                 he
                 destroy'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Forc'd
                 others
                 to
                 forsake
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 adore
              
               
                 Those
                 Idols
                 he
                 himself
                 fell
                 down
                 before
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 that
                 minded
                 not
                 his
                 menacings
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 whip'd
                 and
                 maim'd
                 ,
                 had
                 cruel
                 torturings
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 crucifi'd
                 ;
                 they
                 hang'd
                 the
                 female
                 sex
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hung
                 young
                 Children
                 at
                 their
                 parents
                 necks
                 .
              
               
                 VVhat
                 books
                 of
                 Sacred
                 VVrit
                 they
                 found
                 ,
                 the
                 same
              
               
                 VVere
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 all-devouring
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 Sabbath
                 day
                 these
                 merc'less
                 slaves
              
               
                 Did
                 stifle
                 thousands
                 hid
                 in
                 unclos'd
                 caves
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 Mathias
                 pious
                 and
                 devout
                 ,
              
               
                 Led
                 forth
                 the
                 Christians
                 '
                 gainst
                 this
                 impious
                 rout
                 ,
              
               
                 Destroy'd
                 their
                 Altars
                 ;
                 Providence
                 did
                 bless
              
               
                 All
                 his
                 endeavours
                 with
                 desir'd
                 success
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 sons
                 ,
                 
                   Mathias
                   ,
                   Judas
                
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 rest
              
               
                 Did
                 scowre
                 their
                 country
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 foes
                 supprest
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Martyrdom
                 of
                 the
                 Maccabees
                 ,
                 under
                 the
                 same
                 Antiochus
                 .
              
               
                 ONias
                 acts
                 with
                 a
                 religious
                 care
              
               
                 His
                 High-priests
                 office
                 ,
                 and
                 may
                 therefore
                 fear
              
               
                 Degrading
                 ;
                 nay
                 ,
                 Antiochus
                 is
                 bent
              
               
                 To
                 turn
                 him
                 out
                 :
                 the
                 moving
                 Argument
              
               
                 Drawn
                 from
                 the
                 Justness
                 of
                 Onias
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 Subjects
                 Onias
                 to
                 th'
                 Imperious
                 Laws
              
               
               
                 Of
                 wilfull
                 Tyranny
                 ,
                 by
                 whose
                 compunction
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 good
                 man
                 leaves
                 his
                 Sacerdotal
                 function
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 one
                 that
                 least
                 deserved
                 it
                 :
                 no
                 other
              
               
                 Might
                 take
                 it
                 up
                 ,
                 but
                 his
                 false-hearted
                 brother
                 :
              
               
                 VVho
                 now
                 but
                 
                   Jason
                   !
                   Jason
                
                 is
                 the
                 man
              
               
                 Must
                 drive
                 on
                 the
                 design
                 ;
                 Jason
                 began
              
               
                 To
                 force
                 the
                 people
                 to
                 renounce
                 the
                 true
              
               
                 And
                 old
                 Religion
                 ,
                 to
                 embrace
                 a
                 new
                 ;
              
               
                 T'
                 abjure
                 their
                 Temples
                 ,
                 to
                 extruct
                 them
                 baths
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 quit
                 their
                 beaten
                 and
                 accustom'd
                 pathes
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 prosecution
                 of
                 more
                 choice
                 delights
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 abrogate
                 their
                 ceremonial
                 Rites
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 drink
                 in
                 Greekish
                 customes
                 ,
                 and
                 betimes
              
               
                 Train
                 up
                 their
                 striplings
                 to
                 unlawful
                 cimes
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 mark
                 th'
                 event
                 ,
                 a
                 sin-provoked
                 God
              
               
                 Doth
                 flame
                 in
                 fury
                 ,
                 making
                 them
                 a
                 rod
              
               
                 (
                 Whose
                 Laws
                 were
                 studiously
                 observ'd
                 ,
                 )
                 to
                 scourge
              
               
                 Those
                 Mimick
                 emulators
                 ,
                 who
                 would
                 urge
              
               
                 So
                 good
                 a
                 God
                 ;
                 their
                 friends
                 become
                 their
                 foes
                 ,
              
               
                 T'
                 inflict
                 on
                 them
                 innumerable
                 woes
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 an
                 edict
                 is
                 forthwith
                 by
                 the
                 King
              
               
                 Set
                 forth
                 ,
                 and
                 sealed
                 with
                 his
                 Royal
                 Ring
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 sence
                 is
                 this
                 ,
                 
                   Whoever
                   of
                   the
                   Jews
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Hierosolymitanes
                 ,
                 refuse
              
               
                 To
                 offer
                 up
                 a
                 Sacrifice
                 unto
              
               
                 The
                 gods
                 ,
                 he
                 without
                 any
                 more
                 ado
              
               
                 (
                 Besides
                 those
                 beatings
                 he
                 was
                 like
                 to
                 feel
                 )
              
               
                 Should
                 have
                 his
                 members
                 Racked
                 on
                 a
                 wheel
                 .
              
               
                 Antiochus
                 perceiving
                 this
                 Edict
              
               
                 VVas
                 little
                 prevalent
                 ,
                 although
                 so
                 strict
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 rigorous
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 a
                 many
                 chose
              
               
                 Rather
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 then
                 their
                 Religion
                 lose
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 took
                 th'
                 advantage
                 of
                 an
                 em'nent
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 summoning
                 the
                 Jews
                 ,
                 his
                 graceless
                 Grace
              
               
               
                 Caus'd
                 sacrific'd
                 swines
                 flesh
                 be
                 given
                 about
              
               
                 To
                 ev'ry
                 man.
                 Amongst
                 the
                 mixed
                 rout
              
               
                 Stood
                 Eleazar
                 honor'd
                 for
                 his
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 Reverend
                 ,
                 Pious
                 ,
                 Vertuous
                 and
                 sage
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 the
                 graces
                 all
                 in
                 one
                 combin'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Indeed
                 he
                 had
                 an
                 heaven-enamel'd
                 mind
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 Antiochus
                 doth
                 break
                 the
                 chains
              
               
                 Of
                 silence
                 thus
                 :
                 Old
                 man
                 ,
                 avoid
                 those
                 pains
              
               
                 VVait
                 on
                 the
                 obstinate
                 ,
                 for
                 once
                 b'advis'd
              
               
                 By
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 eat
                 what
                 here
                 is
                 sacrific'd
                 :
              
               
                 Cherish
                 thy
                 rev'rend
                 age
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 scorne
              
               
                 The
                 benefit
                 of
                 life
                 :
                 what
                 though
                 th'
                 art
                 born
              
               
                 A
                 Jew
                 ?
                 yet
                 eat
                 :
                 no
                 wise
                 man
                 will
                 refuse
              
               
                 That
                 meat
                 which
                 nature
                 hath
                 ordain'd
                 for
                 use
                 :
              
               
                 VVhy
                 should
                 this
                 beast
                 be
                 more
                 abominable
              
               
                 Then
                 other
                 beasts
                 ?
                 canst
                 tell
                 ?
                 sure
                 th'
                 art
                 not
                 able
                 :
              
               
                 VVhy
                 was
                 it
                 made
                 ,
                 if
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 injoy'd
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 gifts
                 unus'd
                 ,
                 what
                 are
                 those
                 gifts
                 but
                 voy'd
                 ?
              
               
                 Admit
                 your
                 Laws
                 are
                 just
                 ,
                 yet
                 may
                 coaction
              
               
                 Excuse
                 thee
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 voluntary
                 action
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 this
                 Nestor
                 (
                 whose
                 undaunted
                 brest
              
               
                 VVas
                 flam'd
                 with
                 zeal
                 )
                 an
                 answer
                 thus
                 exprest
                 :
              
               
                 We
                 ,
                 O
                 Antiochus
                 ,
                 love
                 not
                 vain
                 shows
              
               
                 But
                 true
                 Religion
                 ;
                 nor
                 Racks
                 ,
                 nor
                 blows
                 ,
                 (
                 chains
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 brest
                 all
                 gor'd
                 with
                 darts
                 ,
                 hands
                 worn
                 with
              
               
                 Nor
                 ease
                 exchanged
                 for
                 a
                 thousand
                 pains
                 ;
              
               
                 Famine
                 nor
                 sword
                 ,
                 nor
                 all
                 ,
                 should
                 make
                 us
                 smother
              
               
                 Our
                 lov'd
                 Religion
                 ,
                 to
                 embrace
                 another
                 :
              
               
                 Know
                 then
                 Proud
                 King
                 ,
                 I
                 nothing
                 weigh
                 thy
                 threats
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 to
                 profane
                 my
                 lips
                 with
                 profane
                 meats
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 le
                 joy
                 to
                 suffer
                 for
                 a
                 righteous
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 Rather
                 then
                 violate
                 those
                 Heav'n-made
                 Laws
                 :
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 death
                 at
                 most
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 fulfil
                 not
              
               
                 Thy
                 will
                 ;
                 and
                 disobey
                 my
                 God
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 :
              
               
               
                 Urge
                 me
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 for
                 do
                 it
                 I
                 will
                 never
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 I
                 resolve
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 herein
                 persever
                 .
              
               
                 Expose
                 me
                 to
                 the
                 ravenous
                 Lyons
                 paw
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 I
                 'le
                 not
                 make
                 a
                 rupture
                 in
                 the
                 Law
                 ;
              
               
                 Rip
                 up
                 my
                 Entrails
                 ,
                 do
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 that
                 's
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 Fling
                 ,
                 fling
                 m'into
                 an
                 hate-light
                 Dungeon
                 :
              
               
                 Pluck
                 out
                 these
                 eyes
                 with
                 Pinsers
                 ;
                 let
                 the
                 flame
              
               
                 Burn
                 me
                 to
                 cinders
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 be
                 still
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 Think
                 not
                 that
                 I
                 'll
                 recant
                 because
                 I
                 'm
                 old
              
               
                 And
                 feeble
                 no
                 ;
                 torments
                 shall
                 make
                 me
                 bold
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 content
                 to
                 suffer
                 for
                 my
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 patiently
                 sustain
                 his
                 chastning
                 rod
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 zeal
                 I
                 bear
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 zeal
                 that
                 founds
              
               
                 It's
                 happiness
                 on
                 such
                 unstable
                 grounds
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 once
                 to
                 move
                 me
                 or
                 to
                 make
                 me
                 totter
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 ,
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 were
                 thy
                 fury
                 ten
                 times
                 hotter
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 laugh
                 death
                 in
                 the
                 face
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 lay
                 down
              
               
                 This
                 life
                 ,
                 to
                 take
                 up
                 an
                 immortal
                 Crown
                 .
              
               
                 Blest
                 I
                 shall
                 be
                 ,
                 although
                 by
                 thee
                 accurst
                 ;
              
               
                 Tyrant
                 I
                 challenge
                 thee
                 ,
                 do
                 ,
                 do
                 thy
                 worst
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 the
                 soldiers
                 hale
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 place
              
               
                 Of
                 torment
                 ,
                 strip
                 him
                 ,
                 whip
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 lace
              
               
                 His
                 back
                 with
                 stripes
                 ,
                 till
                 bloody
                 streams
                 out-gush
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 face
                 of
                 the
                 tormentor
                 blush
                 :
              
               
                 While
                 he
                 was
                 under
                 the
                 afflicter's
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 stood
                 ,
                 and
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 Obey
                 the
                 Kings
                 command
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 patiently
                 this
                 worthy
                 man
                 endur'd
              
               
                 A
                 world
                 of
                 wounds
                 ,
                 too
                 dang'rous
                 to
                 be
                 cur'd
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 darting
                 up
                 his
                 venerable
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 knew
                 for
                 whom
                 he
                 was
                 a
                 sacrifice
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 he
                 did
                 believe
                 :
                 then
                 casts
                 a
                 look
              
               
                 On
                 his
                 afflicted
                 self
                 ,
                 and
                 sees
                 a
                 brook
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 bubbling
                 brook
                 ,
                 with
                 uncontrouled
                 tides
                 ,
              
               
                 Crimson
                 their
                 passage
                 from
                 his
                 mangled
                 sides
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 when
                 his
                 sufferance
                 over-flow'd
                 the
                 banks
              
               
                 Of
                 torment
                 ,
                 he
                 admir'd
                 ,
                 gave
                 God
                 the
                 thanks
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 loathsome
                 liquor
                 in
                 t
                 '
                 his
                 nostrils
                 pouring
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 then
                 commit
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 flames
                 devouring
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 when
                 his
                 nat'ral
                 life
                 began
                 to
                 fail
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 approaching
                 death
                 would
                 take
                 no
                 bail
                 ;
              
               
                 Having
                 his
                 wasting
                 eyes
                 on
                 Heaven
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 dying
                 breath
                 breath'd
                 forth
                 these
                 words
                 ,
                 &
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 O
                 my
                 God
                 art
                 he
                 who
                 bringest
                 down
              
               
                 To
                 th'
                 grave
                 ,
                 giv'st
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 that
                 life
                 a
                 Crown
                 ;
              
               
                 Behold
                 (
                 dear
                 Lord
                 )
                 I
                 'm
                 swallow'd
                 by
                 deaths
                 jaws
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 strict
                 keeping
                 of
                 thine
                 own-made
                 Laws
                 .
              
               
                 Sweet
                 Father
                 hear
                 me
                 ;
                 O
                 be
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 keep
              
               
                 Thy
                 bosome
                 Nation
                 ,
                 suffer
                 not
                 thy
                 Sheep
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 devour'd
                 by
                 Wolves
                 ,
                 that
                 are
                 too
                 bold
              
               
                 To
                 worry
                 them
                 ,
                 or
                 scare
                 them
                 from
                 their
                 fold
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 my
                 death
                 conclude
                 all
                 miserie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 grant
                 in
                 dying
                 I
                 may
                 live
                 to
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 I
                 am
                 found
                 in
                 thee
                 ,
                 can
                 I
                 be
                 lost
                 ?
              
               
                 He
                 ceas'd
                 ,
                 and
                 ceasing
                 yeilded
                 up
                 the
                 Ghost
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Kings
                 displeasure
                 waxing
                 now
                 more
                 strong
                 ,
              
               
                 Sent
                 for
                 sev'n
                 Hebrew
                 children
                 ,
                 who
                 being
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 them
                 weak
                 ,
                 unable
                 pains
                 to
                 bear
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 therefore
                 either
                 by
                 entreats
                 ,
                 or
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 Presum'd
                 he
                 should
                 induce
                 them
                 to
                 abjure
              
               
                 Their
                 Law
                 ,
                 and
                 eat
                 what
                 by
                 their
                 Law
                 's
                 impure
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 crafty
                 Tyrant
                 ambushing
                 his
                 guile
                 ,
              
               
                 Beholdeth
                 them
                 with
                 a
                 dissembling
                 smile
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 reveal'd
                 himself
                 :
                 Admir'd
                 young
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 wish
                 your
                 good
                 ,
                 O
                 do
                 not
                 madly
                 then
              
               
                 Shun
                 my
                 Behests
                 ;
                 prevent
                 the
                 torments
                 due
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 refractory
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 you
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 my
                 part
                 ,
                 I
                 desire
                 nothing
                 more
              
               
                 Then
                 to
                 advance
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 increase
                 your
                 store
                 :
              
               
               
                 Contemn
                 your
                 superstitious
                 vanities
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 come
                 along
                 our
                 tracts
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 be
                 wise
                 :
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 no
                 such
                 crime
                 if
                 you
                 your
                 Law
                 fulfil
                 not
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 you
                 neglect
                 ours
                 (
                 as
                 I
                 hope
                 you
                 will
                 not
                 )
              
               
                 With
                 ling'ring
                 deaths
                 I
                 'll
                 study
                 to
                 torment
                 you
                 ;
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 then
                 too
                 late
                 repent
                 you
                 .
              
               
                 Am
                 I
                 a
                 King
                 ?
                 and
                 shall
                 contempt
                 accrue
              
               
                 To
                 me
                 a
                 King
                 ,
                 from
                 such
                 low
                 worms
                 as
                 you
                 ?
                 (
                 Racks
                 ,
              
               
                 Bring
                 forth
                 those
                 Wheels
                 Rods
                 ,
                 Cauldrons
                 ,
                 Hooks
                 &
              
               
                 Grid-irons
                 ,
                 Cages
                 ;
                 here
                 's
                 not
                 all
                 ,
                 here
                 lacks
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 's
                 see
                 the
                 Engines
                 to
                 torment
                 the
                 hands
                 ,
              
               
                 Gauntlets
                 ,
                 Auls
                 ,
                 Bellowes
                 ,
                 Brass-pots
                 ,
                 Frying-pans
                 .
              
               
                 Obey
                 ,
                 young
                 men
                 ;
                 if
                 I
                 enforce
                 a
                 fact
              
               
                 Not
                 good
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 not
                 your
                 voluntary
                 act
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 do
                 not
                 sin
                 ;
                 be
                 prudent
                 then
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 actively
                 but
                 passively
                 obey
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 zeal-inflam'd
                 young
                 men
                 do
                 vilify
              
               
                 His
                 threats
                 ,
                 intreats
                 ,
                 retorting
                 this
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 Speak
                 Tyrant
                 say
                 ,
                 say
                 ,
                 why
                 art
                 thou
                 so
                 bent
              
               
                 To
                 persecute
                 us
                 that
                 are
                 innocent
                 ?
              
               
                 We
                 will
                 observe
                 ,
                 for
                 all
                 afflictions
                 rod
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 Moses
                 taught
                 us
                 from
                 the
                 mouth
                 of
                 God
                 ;
              
               
                 Know
                 ,
                 we
                 detest
                 your
                 sense-deluding
                 shows
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 will
                 we
                 be
                 seduc'd
                 by
                 words
                 or
                 blows
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 the
                 best
                 you
                 can
              
               
                 To
                 do
                 thy
                 worst
                 ,
                 we
                 will
                 fear
                 God
                 ,
                 not
                 man
                 :
              
               
                 Our
                 cause
                 is
                 God's
                 ,
                 and
                 death
                 is
                 our
                 desire
                 ;
              
               
                 Heaven
                 is
                 our
                 portion
                 ,
                 yours
                 eternal
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 enraged
                 Tyrant
                 after
                 one
                 another
              
               
                 Lop'd
                 off
                 these
                 hopeful
                 sprouts
                 :
                 the
                 eldest
                 brother
                 ,
              
               
                 Named
                 Macchabons
                 ,
                 first
                 was
                 stretched
                 out
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 Rack
                 ,
                 and
                 beaten
                 round
                 about
              
               
                 His
                 naked
                 ribs
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Bulle-pizle
                 ,
                 till
              
               
                 His
                 wearyed
                 tormentors
                 had
                 their
                 fill
              
               
               
                 Of
                 long
                 continued
                 strokes
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 desire
              
               
                 Rather
                 to
                 leave
                 ,
                 then
                 he
                 did
                 them
                 require
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 was
                 this
                 all
                 ;
                 fresh
                 tort'rers
                 have
                 extended
              
               
                 Him
                 on
                 a
                 wheel
                 ,
                 weights
                 at
                 his
                 heels
                 appended
                 :
              
               
                 While
                 yet
                 his
                 sinews
                 and
                 his
                 entrails
                 brake
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 call'd
                 on
                 God
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 spake
                 :
              
               
                 Blood-guilty
                 wretch
                 ,
                 who
                 labor'st
                 to
                 disthrone
              
               
                 Gods
                 Majesty
                 it self
                 ;
                 know
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 one
              
               
                 Am
                 for
                 the
                 cause
                 of
                 God
                 a
                 sufferer
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 no
                 witch
                 ,
                 nor
                 inhuman
                 murtherer
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 the
                 afflicter
                 with
                 compassion
                 sway'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Bid
                 him
                 submit
                 unto
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Accursed
                 ministers
                 of
                 Tyranny
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 wheels
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 are
                 not
                 so
                 sharp
                 ,
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Should
                 thereby
                 be
                 enforced
                 to
                 abjure
              
               
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 wherein
                 is
                 my
                 foundation
                 sure
                 .
              
               
                 See
                 ,
                 tyrant
                 ,
                 see
                 how
                 resolute
                 I
                 am
                 ;
              
               
                 Winde
                 off
                 my
                 flesh
                 with
                 pinsers
                 ,
                 do
                 ,
                 and
                 cram
              
               
                 Young
                 Vultures
                 with
                 the
                 bits
                 before
                 mine
                 eyes
                 :
              
               
                 Put
                 ,
                 put
                 me
                 to
                 the
                 worst
                 of
                 cruelties
                 :
              
               
                 Rost
                 (
                 if
                 you
                 please
                 )
                 by
                 a
                 soft
                 fire
                 my
                 flesh
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 that
                 will
                 not
                 serve
                 ,
                 invent
                 a
                 fresh
                 :
              
               
                 Inflict
                 ,
                 inflict
                 ,
                 till
                 there
                 cannot
                 be
                 fonnd
              
               
                 A
                 place
                 ,
                 whereon
                 t'
                 inflict
                 another
                 wound
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 said
                 ,
                 thus
                 rack'd
                 ,
                 into
                 a
                 fire
                 he
                 's
                 thrown
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 his
                 wasting
                 bowels
                 stared
                 on
              
               
                 The
                 Tyrants
                 face
                 ;
                 yet
                 with
                 an
                 unmov'd
                 brest
              
               
                 He
                 to
                 his
                 brethren
                 thus
                 himself
                 exprest
                 :
              
               
                 Beloved
                 brethren
                 ,
                 learn
                 by
                 my
                 example
              
               
                 To
                 scorn
                 the
                 worlds
                 alluring
                 baits
                 ,
                 and
                 trample
              
               
                 All
                 torments
                 under
                 foot
                 ;
                 obey
                 God
                 rather
              
               
                 Then
                 this
                 proud
                 Tyrant
                 :
                 God
                 's
                 a
                 gracious
                 father
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 him
                 pleases
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 smile
                 or
                 frown
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 raise
                 the
                 humble
                 ,
                 strike
                 the
                 lofty
                 down
                 .
              
               
               
                 This
                 torment
                 's
                 not
                 enough
                 to
                 end
                 his
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 is
                 snatch'd
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 fire
                 and
                 flame
              
               
                 Alive
                 ;
                 his
                 tongue
                 was
                 plucked
                 out
                 and
                 then
              
               
                 His
                 life
                 he
                 ended
                 in
                 a
                 frying
                 pan
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 his
                 soul
                 enjoy'd
                 what
                 he
                 desir'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 friends
                 rejoyced
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 foes
                 admir'd
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 was
                 the
                 second
                 brother
                 ,
                 Aber
                 call'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 the
                 tort'ring
                 Engines
                 unappal'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Refus'd
                 to
                 eat
                 ,
                 chains
                 did
                 his
                 hands
                 restrain
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 skin
                 (
                 the
                 garment
                 of
                 his
                 flesh
                 )
                 was
                 flain
              
               
                 From
                 head
                 to
                 knees
                 ;
                 the
                 tort'rer
                 did
                 devest
              
               
                 His
                 intrails
                 peeping
                 from
                 his
                 unglaz'd
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 Too
                 grievous
                 to
                 behold
                 ;
                 and
                 him
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 Unto
                 a
                 famine-pined
                 Leopard
                 cast
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 beast
                 (
                 though
                 truculent
                 )
                 did
                 onely
                 smell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 went
                 her
                 way
                 ,
                 forgetting
                 to
                 be
                 fell
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 was
                 sh
                 '
                 injurious
                 to
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 least
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Kings
                 displeasure
                 but
                 the
                 more
                 increas'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Aber
                 grown
                 more
                 constant
                 by
                 his
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 Thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 his
                 dying
                 voice
                 did
                 loudly
                 strain
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 sweet
                 !
                 How
                 pleasant
                 is
                 this
                 death
                 to
                 me
                 !
              
               
                 Yea
                 't
                 is
                 most
                 welcome
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 'm
                 sure
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Rewarded
                 by
                 my
                 God
                 ;
                 the
                 cross
                 I
                 bear
              
               
                 On
                 earth
                 ,
                 in
                 heav'n
                 a
                 glorious
                 Crown
                 to
                 wear
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 thank
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 am
                 more
                 content
              
               
                 To
                 suffer
                 ,
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 then
                 thou
                 to
                 torment
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 is
                 not
                 this
                 misery
                 of
                 mine
              
               
                 In
                 suff'ring
                 ,
                 so
                 exorbitant
                 as
                 thine
              
               
                 Is
                 by
                 inflicting
                 ;
                 keeping
                 of
                 the
                 Laws
              
               
                 Thus
                 aggravates
                 my
                 pains
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 the
                 cause
              
               
                 Shalt
                 by
                 the
                 justice
                 of
                 the
                 Holy
                 One
              
               
                 Be
                 banished
                 from
                 thy
                 usurped
                 throne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 reserved
                 for
                 those
                 horrid
                 chains
              
               
                 Of
                 utter
                 darkness
                 ,
                 and
                 eternal
                 pains
                 .
              
               
               
                 He
                 said
                 no
                 more
                 ;
                 his
                 soul
                 forsook
                 his
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 possession
                 of
                 aye-lasting
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Machir
                 the
                 third
                 son
                 's
                 brought
                 ,
                 who
                 was
                 not
                 quell'd
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 angrily
                 their
                 counsel
                 thus
                 repeli'd
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 Father
                 us
                 begat
                 ;
                 one
                 Mother
                 bore
                 us
                 ;
              
               
                 One
                 *
                 Master
                 taught
                 us
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 gone
                 before
                 us
                 :
              
               
                 Protract
                 no
                 time
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 am
                 not
                 so
                 weak
              
               
                 To
                 yield
                 ;
                 I
                 come
                 to
                 suffer
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 speak
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 care
                 I
                 though
                 I
                 drink
                 the
                 brim-fild
                 boul
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 displeasure
                 ?
                 t
                 will
                 not
                 hurt
                 my
                 soul
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Globe
                 was
                 brought
                 ,
                 his
                 woes
                 must
                 b'aggravated
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bound
                 thereon
                 ;
                 his
                 bones
                 were
                 dislocated
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 flaid
                 his
                 face
                 ,
                 and
                 while
                 a
                 crimson
                 river
              
               
                 Flow'd
                 from
                 him
                 ,
                 thus
                 he
                 did
                 himself
                 deliver
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 we
                 ,
                 what
                 we
                 endure
                 ,
                 endure
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 pure
                 love
                 of
                 God
                 :
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 sure
              
               
                 To
                 rove
                 in
                 Sulph'ry
                 flames
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 tormented
              
               
                 Eternally
                 ,
                 unpity'd
                 ,
                 unlamented
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 tongue
                 b'ing
                 taken
                 out
                 ,
                 this
                 good
                 young
                 man
              
               
                 Departed
                 in
                 a
                 red-hot
                 Frying-pan
                 .
              
               
                 Judas
                 is
                 next
                 ,
                 whom
                 neither
                 menacing
              
               
                 Nor
                 flattries
                 ,
                 could
                 induce
                 t'
                 obey
                 the
                 King
                 :
              
               
                 Your
                 fire
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 )
                 shall
                 me
                 attract
                 more
                 near
              
               
                 Gods
                 holy
                 Law
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 my
                 brethren
                 dear
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 tell
                 thee
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 acurs'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 true
                 believers
                 blest
                 :
                 thou
                 that
                 art
                 nurs'd
              
               
                 By
                 cruelty
                 it self
                 :
                 I
                 bid
                 thee
                 try
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 see
                 if
                 God
                 will
                 not
                 also
                 stand
                 by
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Hereat
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 in
                 a
                 hot
                 displeasure
              
               
                 Hastily
                 left
                 his
                 chair
                 t'
                 afflict
                 by
                 leasure
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 charg'd
                 his
                 tongue
                 to
                 be
                 cut
                 out
                 ,
                 in
                 brief
                 ;
              
               
                 T'whom
                 Judas
                 thus
                 ;
                 Our
                 God
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 deaf
              
               
                 As
                 you
                 imagine
                 ;
                 his
                 attentive
                 ear
              
               
                 Hears
                 the
                 dumb
                 language
                 of
                 his
                 servants
                 pray'r
                 :
              
               
               
                 He
                 hears
                 the
                 heart
                 ,
                 not
                 voice
                 ;
                 our
                 thoughts
                 he
                 sees
              
               
                 A
                 distance
                 off
                 ;
                 distongue
                 me
                 if
                 you
                 please
                 :
              
               
                 Divide
                 me
                 limb
                 from
                 limb
                 ,
                 do
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 know
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 not
                 long
                 scape
                 Scot-free
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 tongueless
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 ropes
                 ends
                 beaten
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 with
                 much
                 admired
                 patience
                 bore
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 upon
                 the
                 Rack
                 his
                 life
                 was
                 spent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 his
                 brethren
                 (
                 gone
                 before
                 )
                 he
                 went.
              
               
                 Then
                 Achas
                 the
                 fifth
                 brother
                 unaffraid
              
               
                 To
                 hug
                 grim
                 death
                 ,
                 disclos'd
                 his
                 lips
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 behold
                 ,
                 I
                 come
                 for
                 to
                 prevent
              
               
                 Thy
                 sending
                 for
                 ;
                 and
                 know
                 that
                 I
                 am
                 bent
              
               
                 To
                 die
                 couragiously
                 ,
                 my
                 mind
                 is
                 steady
                 ;
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 to
                 hellish
                 flames
                 condem'd
                 already
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 my
                 dear
                 bretherens
                 effused
                 gore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 the
                 fifth
                 shall
                 make
                 thy
                 grief
                 the
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 't
                 that
                 we
                 have
                 done
                 ?
                 what
                 other
                 cause
              
               
                 Canst
                 thou
                 alleage
                 ,
                 but
                 this
                 ,
                 We
                 keep
                 Gods
                 Laws
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 torturing
              
               
                 We
                 joy
                 O'tis
                 an
                 honourable
                 thing
                 !
                 (
                 wrongs
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 each
                 part
                 suffer
                 ,
                 heaven
                 will
                 right
                 our
              
               
                 And
                 fill
                 your
                 mouths
                 with
                 howlings
                 ,
                 ours
                 with
                 songs
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 was
                 he
                 in
                 a
                 brazen
                 morter
                 pounded
                 ,
              
               
                 Nay
                 th'less
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 Those
                 favours
                 are
                 unbounded
              
               
                 With
                 which
                 thou
                 crown'st
                 us
                 (
                 though
                 against
                 thy
                 wil
                 )
              
               
                 We
                 please
                 our
                 God
                 ,
                 rage
                 thou
                 ,
                 and
                 rage
                 thy
                 fill
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 pity
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 should
                 be
                 sorry
                 ;
              
               
                 Death's
                 but
                 the
                 prologue
                 to
                 immortal
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 made
                 a
                 stop
                 and
                 stopping
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 the
                 sixth
                 brother
                 Areth
                 must
                 be
                 try'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Honour
                 and
                 dolour's
                 put
                 unto
                 his
                 choice
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 grieving
                 at
                 it
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 constant
                 voice
              
               
                 He
                 shot
                 forth
                 this
                 reply
                 :
                 I
                 weigh
                 not
                 either
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 we
                 like
                 brethren
                 liv'd
                 ,
                 wee
                 'll
                 die
                 together
              
               
               
                 In
                 Gods
                 fear
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 time
                 which
                 in
                 exhorting
              
               
                 Thou
                 hast
                 a
                 mind
                 to
                 spend
                 ,
                 spend
                 in
                 extorquing
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 down-ward
                 head
                 unto
                 a
                 pillar
                 ty'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Antiochus
                 rosts
                 him
                 by
                 a
                 soft
                 fires
                 side
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 the
                 heat
                 might
                 enter
                 to
                 the
                 quick
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 multiply
                 his
                 paines
                 ,
                 sharp
                 Auls
                 must
                 prick
              
               
                 His
                 tender
                 flesh
                 ;
                 about
                 his
                 face
                 and
                 head
              
               
                 Much
                 blood
                 like
                 froth
                 appear'd
                 ;
                 yet
                 thus
                 he
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 Noble
                 fight
                 !
                 O
                 honourable
                 warre
                 !
              
               
                 Glad
                 grief
                 !
                 O
                 pious
                 !
                 and
                 O
                 impious
                 jarre
                 !
              
               
                 My
                 bretheren
                 are
                 gone
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 ally'd
              
               
                 To
                 them
                 in
                 blood
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 that
                 death
                 divide
              
               
                 Our
                 love
                 united
                 souls
                 :
                 invent
                 ,
                 invent
              
               
                 More
                 horrid
                 pains
                 indeavour
                 to
                 torment
              
               
                 This
                 flesh
                 with
                 greater
                 torments
                 ;
                 study
                 ,
                 study
              
               
                 New
                 wayes
                 t'
                 afflict
                 me
                 ,
                 more
                 severe
                 ,
                 more
                 bloody
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 thank
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 these
                 are
                 o'recome
                 already
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 thousands
                 worser
                 come
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 steady
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 young
                 men
                 have
                 bin
                 conqu'rours
                 of
                 thy
                 power
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 fire
                 is
                 cold
                 ,
                 nor
                 can
                 thy
                 rage
                 devour
              
               
                 Our
                 faith-fenc'd
                 souls
                 ;
                 we
                 have
                 a
                 greater
                 joying
              
               
                 In
                 suffering
                 ,
                 then
                 thou
                 hast
                 in
                 destroying
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 God
                 is
                 just
                 ,
                 so
                 will
                 he
                 right
                 our
                 wrongs
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 words
                 scarce
                 out
                 ,
                 a
                 pair
                 of
                 heated
                 tongs
              
               
                 Eradicate
                 his
                 tongue
                 ;
                 then
                 being
                 cast
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 Frying-pan
                 ,
                 he
                 breath'd
                 his
                 last
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 youngest
                 brother's
                 onely
                 left
                 ,
              
               
                 Jacob
                 ;
                 who
                 coming
                 forth
                 ,
                 compassion
                 cleft
              
               
                 The
                 Tyrants
                 heart
                 ,
                 who
                 took
                 aside
                 the
                 child
              
               
                 By
                 th'●and
                 and
                 spake
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 spake
                 ,
                 he
                 smil'd
                 :
              
               
                 Thy
                 bretheren
                 may
                 teach
                 thee
                 to
                 expect
              
               
                 The
                 worst
                 of
                 ills
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 my
                 will
                 neglect
                 :
              
               
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 of
                 thy self
                 be
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Ruler
                 ,
                 Gen'ral
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 Counc'ller
                 be
                 .
              
               
               
                 This
                 not
                 prevail'd
                 ,
                 he
                 thus
                 the
                 mother
                 dons
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 worthy
                 woman
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 thy
                 sons
                 ?
              
               
                 Yet
                 thou
                 hast
                 one
                 ,
                 turn
                 him
                 ,
                 lest
                 thou
                 be
                 rest
              
               
                 Of
                 him
                 likewise
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 be
                 childless
                 left
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 mother
                 bowing
                 to
                 the
                 king
                 ,
                 bespake
              
               
                 Her
                 child
                 in
                 Hebrew
                 ;
                 Pity
                 ,
                 for
                 Christ's
                 sake
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 chear
                 thy
                 woful
                 mother
                 :
                 O
                 despise
              
               
                 These
                 pains
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 a
                 willing
                 sacrifice
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 were
                 thy
                 bretheren
                 ;
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 day
              
               
                 Of
                 grace
                 ,
                 in
                 heaven
                 receive
                 you
                 all
                 I
                 may
                 .
              
               
                 Unbound
                 ,
                 he
                 forthwith
                 to
                 the
                 torments
                 ran
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 a
                 serene
                 countenance
                 began
                 ;
              
               
                 Blood-wasting
                 wretch
                 ,
                 what
                 dost
                 thou
                 but
                 adde
                 fuel
                 ,
                 thee
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 hell
                 botter
                 ,
                 by
                 persisting
                 cruel
                 ?
              
               
                 Worm
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 who
                 crown'd
                 thee
                 ?
                 who
                 gave
              
               
                 Those
                 Purple
                 robes
                 thou
                 wearest
                 ?
                 was
                 't
                 not
                 he
              
               
                 Whom
                 thou
                 in
                 us
                 dost
                 persecute
                 ?
                 but
                 die
              
               
                 Thou
                 must
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 for
                 all
                 thou
                 perk'st
                 so
                 high
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 crave
                 no
                 favour
                 at
                 thy
                 hands
                 ,
                 but
                 will
              
               
                 Follow
                 my
                 breathren
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 constant
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Torments
                 ensue
                 :
                 through
                 mouth
                 and
                 nose
                 he
                 bled
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 mothers
                 kinde
                 hand
                 held
                 his
                 fainting
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 arms
                 cut
                 off
                 ,
                 
                   Lord
                   take
                   my
                   soul
                
                 ,
                 he
                 cry'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Distongu'd
                 ,
                 he
                 ran
                 into
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 and
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 Salomona
                 (
                 all
                 her
                 children
                 dead
                 )
              
               
                 Enflam'd
                 with
                 zeal
                 ,
                 came
                 to
                 be
                 Martyred
                 ;
              
               
                 Herein
                 excell'd
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 sh'endur'd
              
               
                 Sev'n
                 painful
                 deaths
                 ,
                 before
                 her
                 own
                 's
                 procur'd
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 tearless
                 could
                 abide
                 to
                 see
                 them
                 spurn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rack'd
                 ,
                 and
                 torn
                 ,
                 and
                 beat
                 ,
                 and
                 flaid
                 ,
                 and
                 burn'd
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 knowing
                 well
                 ,
                 death
                 cutteth
                 off
                 our
                 dayes
              
               
                 By
                 Fluxes
                 ,
                 Agues
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 wayes
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 pains
                 were
                 momentary
                 ,
                 she
                 exhorted
              
               
                 Them
                 thus
                 in
                 Hebrew
                 ,
                 ere
                 they
                 were
                 extorted
                 :
              
               
               
                 Most
                 choyce
                 fruits
                 of
                 my
                 womb
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 hasten
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 heaven
                 will
                 be
                 our
                 recompence
                 :
              
               
                 Shall
                 's
                 bear
                 what
                 Eleazar
                 undergon
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 know
                 good
                 Abram
                 sacrific'd
                 his
                 son
                 :
              
               
                 Remember
                 Daniel
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Lyons
                 den
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 three
                 childeren
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 restless
                 Tyrant
                 caus'd
                 her
                 to
                 be
                 stripped
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 hang'd
                 up
                 by
                 the
                 hands
                 ,
                 and
                 soundly
                 whipp'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 paps
                 pull'd
                 off
                 :
                 she
                 while
                 her
                 body
                 sryes
                 ,
              
               
                 Lifts
                 up
                 her
                 hands
                 and
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 prayes
                 ,
                 and
                 dyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 IV.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 from
                 Christs
                 time
                 to
                 our
                 present
                 age
                 ;
                 and
                 first
                 of
                 those
                 mentioned
                 in
                 the
                 New-Testament
                 .
              
               
                 
                   HEROD
                   the
                   Great
                
                 having
                 intellegence
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 was
                 born
                 unto
                 the
                 Jews
                 a
                 Prince
              
               
                 At
                 Bethleem
                 ;
                 a
                 band
                 of
                 men
                 he
                 sent
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 do
                 full
                 execution
                 as
                 they
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 smiling
                 babes
                 ,
                 throughout
                 Judea's
                 land
                 :
              
               
                 (
                 Supposing
                 Jesus
                 might
                 not
                 scape
                 his
                 hand
                 ;
                 )
              
               
                 Snatch'd
                 from
                 the
                 breast
                 ,
                 the
                 pretty
                 little
                 ones
              
               
                 Were
                 tost
                 on
                 Pikes
                 ,
                 and
                 dash'd
                 against
                 the
                 stones
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 after
                 this
                 ,
                 distracted
                 grew
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 's
                 wife
                 ,
                 his
                 children
                 ,
                 and
                 familiars
                 slew
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 sickness
                 struck
                 ,
                 he
                 knew
                 not
                 where
                 to
                 turn
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 course
                 to
                 take
                 ;
                 for
                 a
                 slow
                 fire
                 did
                 burn
              
               
                 His
                 inward
                 parts
                 :
                 his
                 *
                 canine
                 appetite
              
               
                 Was
                 unsuffic'd
                 ;
                 his
                 lungs
                 corrupted
                 quite
                 ;
              
               
               
                 His
                 bowels
                 rot
                 ;
                 his
                 secrets
                 putrify'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Consum'd
                 with
                 wormes
                 ,
                 he
                 miserably
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Herod
                   the
                   Less
                
                 incestuously
                 wedded
                 ;
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Baptist
                
                 for
                 his
                 plain
                 reproof
                 beheaded
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Peter
                 and
                 John
                 restor'd
                 a
                 man
                 born
                 lame
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Preach'd
                 Christ
                 ,
                 and
                 were
                 imprison'd
                 for
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 High-priests
                 and
                 the
                 Sadduces
                 up-risen
                 
              
               
                 Against
                 th'
                 Apostles
                 ,
                 cast
                 them
                 into
                 prison
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 the
                 night
                 ,
                 an
                 Angel
                 of
                 the
                 Lord
              
               
                 Op'ning
                 the
                 doors
                 ,
                 their
                 liberties
                 restor'd
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 on
                 the
                 morrow
                 ,
                 
                 for
                 divulging
                 Christ
                 ,
              
               
                 Re-apprehended
                 were
                 ,
                 
                 beaten
                 ,
                 dismist
                 .
              
               
                 False
                 witnesses
                 suborned
                 ,
                 
                 holy
                 Steven
              
               
                 Did
                 through
                 a
                 Stony-volley
                 go
                 to
                 heaven
                 .
                 
              
               
                 A
                 gen'ral
                 persecution
                 breaking
                 out
              
               
                 At
                 Solyma
                 ,
                 the
                 Saints
                 disperse
                 about
              
               
                 The
                 Judean
                 and
                 the
                 Samarian
                 borders
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 persecting
                 Saul
                 the
                 Church
                 disorders
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Jewish
                 fury
                 ,
                 new-converted
                 Saul
              
               
                 Scapes
                 by
                 a
                 basket
                 let
                 down
                 o'r
                 the
                 wall
                 .
                 
              
               
                 James
                 is
                 beheaded
                 :
                 
                 while
                 Agrippa
                 storms
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Church
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 devour'd
                 by
                 worms
                 .
              
               
                 Peter
                 enlarged
                 by
                 an
                 Angel
                 was
                 :
              
               
                 Sosthenes
                 ,
                 Silas
                 Paul
                 ,
                 and
                 Barnabas
              
               
                 Were
                 beaten
                 ,
                 whipp'd
                 ,
                 and
                 forced
                 several
                 times
              
               
                 To
                 leave
                 their
                 Country
                 ,
                 and
                 seek
                 other
                 climes
                 .
              
               
                 Paul's
                 ston'd
                 at
                 Lystra
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 for
                 dead
                 he
                 lay
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 God
                 reviv'd
                 him
                 ;
                 he
                 took
                 Derbe-way
                 :
              
               
                 Much
                 he
                 endur'd
                 abroad
                 ,
                 and
                 much
                 at
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 was
                 Martyred
                 at
                 Rome
                 .
              
               
                 
                   James
                   ,
                   Jesus
                
                 brother
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 Pin'cle
                 cast
                 ,
              
               
                 Recov'ring
                 on
                 his
                 knees
                 ,
                 thus
                 spake
                 his
                 last
                 :
              
               
                 Father
                 (
                 thee
                 on
                 my
                 bended
                 knees
                 I
                 woo
                 )
              
               
                 Forgive
                 them
                 :
                 for
                 ,
                 they
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 they
                 do
                 .
              
               
               
                 A
                 Cameles
                 knees
                 were
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 more
                 soft
              
               
                 Then
                 his
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 that
                 he
                 kneel'd
                 so
                 oft
                 .
                 )
              
               
                 Vespasian
                 did
                 to
                 him
                 the
                 Jews
                 subject
                 ;
              
               
                 
                   Titus
                   Jerus'lem
                
                 and
                 the
                 Temple
                 sack'd
                 .
              
               
                 Andrew
                 and
                 Philip's
                 crucifi'd
                 :
                 rough
                 blows
              
               
                 Kill
                 
                   Barthol'mew
                   ;
                   Thoumas
                   as
                
                 a
                 dart
                 o'
                 rethrows
                 .
              
               
                 Mathew's
                 thrust
                 through
                 :
                 
                   Simon
                   Zelotes
                
                 dead
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 cross
                 .
                 
                   Mathi
                   as
                
                 loft
                 his
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Judas
                 (
                 brother
                 unto
                 James
                 )
                 not
                 mist
              
               
                 A
                 murth'rous
                 stroke
                 :
                 Mark
                 the
                 Evangelist
              
               
                 Went
                 up
                 to
                 heaven
                 in
                 a
                 fi'ry
                 Car
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 of
                 the
                 Deacons
                 named
                 Nicanor
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 with
                 two
                 thousand
                 Christians
                 lay
                 down
              
               
                 This
                 life
                 ,
                 to
                 take
                 up
                 an
                 immortal
                 crown
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THE
               Persecution
               of
               the
               Church
               Under
               the
               Heathen
               ROMAN
               Emperours
               .
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 ,
                 67.
                 
              
               
                 
                   DOmitius
                   Nero
                
                 ,
                 while
                 in
                 sheets
                 of
                 fire
              
               
                 The
                 Roman
                 City
                 caper'd
                 ,
                 sang
                 t'
                 his
                 Lire
              
               
                 The
                 incendiums
                 of
                 Troy
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 a
                 Tow'r
              
               
                 Feasted
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 flames
                 devour
              
               
                 Those
                 goodly
                 structures
                 ,
                 and
                 high
                 Tow'rs
                 of
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 startled
                 the
                 beholders
                 eyes
                 of
                 late
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Circus
                 fell
                 ,
                 the
                 pondrous
                 beams
                 and
                 stones
                 ,
              
               
                 Crushing
                 to
                 pieces
                 many
                 thousand
                 ones
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 fire
                 burns
                 others
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 flame
                 and
                 smoak
              
               
                 Nine
                 dayes
                 continu'd
                 ,
                 a
                 great
                 number
                 choak
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Nero
                 on
                 himself
                 an
                 Odium
                 brought
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 excuse
                 himself
                 ,
                 transfer'd
                 the
                 fault
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 harmless
                 Christians
                 :
                 it
                 was
                 they
              
               
                 Had
                 done
                 it
                 out
                 of
                 malice
                 ;
                 no
                 delay
              
               
                 Detards
                 his
                 hasty
                 feet
                 from
                 shedding
                 bloud
                 :
              
               
                 VVhere
                 e're
                 he
                 comes
                 ,
                 he
                 makes
                 a
                 crimson
                 floud
              
               
               
                 Flow
                 down
                 the
                 streets
                 :
                 in
                 wild-beasts
                 skins
                 he
                 wraps
              
               
                 Christians
                 ,
                 and
                 throws
                 them
                 to
                 dogs
                 worr'ing
                 chaps
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 paper
                 stiffened
                 with
                 molten
                 wax
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 packs
                 up
                 some
                 ;
                 and
                 puts
                 on
                 others
                 backs
              
               
                 A
                 searcloth-coat
                 ,
                 and
                 bolt
                 upright
                 them
                 bound
              
               
                 To
                 axle-trees
                 ,
                 first
                 pitched
                 in
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 at
                 the
                 botom
                 fir'd
                 :
                 these
                 constant
                 flames
              
               
                 Afforded
                 light
                 to
                 Nero's
                 nightly
                 games
              
               
                 Kept
                 in
                 his
                 garden
                 :
                 other
                 some
                 he
                 takes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 goar
                 's
                 in
                 length
                 upon
                 erected
                 stakes
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 persecution
                 through
                 th'
                 whole
                 Empire
                 spred
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 the
                 Cities
                 were
                 replenished
              
               
                 With
                 slaught'red
                 carkases
                 ;
                 the
                 old
                 ,
                 the
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 naked
                 women
                 ,
                 altogether
                 flung
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 was
                 his
                 rage
                 ,
                 a
                 Christians
                 loathed
                 name
              
               
                 He
                 strove
                 t'extirpate
                 wheresoe're
                 he
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 four
                 years
                 end
                 ,
                 this
                 direful
                 blast
                 expires
              
               
                 In
                 Paul
                 and
                 Peter
                 ,
                 two
                 bright-shining
                 fires
                 .
              
               
                 Peter
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 desir'd
                 )
                 was
                 crucifi'd
              
               
                 With
                 his
                 head
                 downward
                 ;
                 so
                 a
                 Martyr
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 Paul
                 ,
                 his
                 faith's
                 confession
                 having
                 spoke
                 ,
              
               
                 Yielded
                 his
                 neck
                 unto
                 the
                 fatal
                 stroke
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 second
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 96.
                 
              
               
                 DOmitian
                 his
                 brother
                 Titus
                 slaies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 the
                 second
                 persecution
                 raise
                 :
              
               
                 (
                 For
                 whilst
                 Vespasian
                 and
                 his
                 son
                 remain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Church
                 with
                 golden
                 links
                 of
                 Peace
                 was
                 chain'd
                 )
              
               
                 He
                 flew
                 the
                 Roman
                 Nobles
                 ;
                 and
                 decreed
              
               
                 The
                 extirpation
                 of
                 David's
                 seed
                 ,
              
               
                 John
                 ,
                 the
                 belov'd
                 Disciple
                 ,
                 boyl'd
                 in
                 oyl
                 ,
              
               
                 Unhurt
                 ,
                 
                 was
                 banish'd
                 into
                 Patmos
                 lfle
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Simcon
                 Bishop
                 of
                 Jerus'lem
                 ,
                 dy'd
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 cross
                 :
                 a
                 number
                 more
                 beside
              
               
                 Of
                 Christians
                 he
                 impoverish'd
                 ,
                 and
                 sent
              
               
                 Them
                 out
                 ,
                 to
                 lead
                 their
                 lives
                 in
                 banishment
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Roman
                 Senate
                 passed
                 this
                 decree
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Christians
                 should
                 not
                 have
                 their
                 libertie
              
               
                 VVhen
                 brought
                 before
                 the
                 Judgment-seat
                 ,
                 unless
              
               
                 They
                 deviate
                 from
                 their
                 Religiousness
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Heathenish
                 Idolaters
                 devise
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Saints
                 abomniabile
                 lies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 envious
                 slanders
                 ;
                 That
                 they
                 were
                 seditious
                 ,
              
               
                 Incestuous
                 ,
                 rebellious
                 ,
                 and
                 pernicious
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Empire
                 ;
                 none
                 could
                 them
                 importune
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 any
                 means
                 ,
                 to
                 swear
                 by
                 Casars
                 fortune
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 famine
                 ,
                 plague
                 ,
                 or
                 war
                 amongst
                 them
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 were
                 the
                 Authors
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 look
                 what
                 accusations
                 they
                 related
                 ,
              
               
                 Domitian
                 was
                 the
                 more
                 exasperated
                 ;
              
               
               
                 And
                 us'd
                 what
                 e're
                 mans
                 wicked
                 wit
                 invents
                 ;
              
               
                 Stripes
                 ,
                 Rackings
                 ,
                 Scourgings
                 ,
                 and
                 Imprisonments
                 ,
              
               
                 Deep
                 dungtons
                 ,
                 Stoning
                 ,
                 Strangling
                 ,
                 the
                 Gridiron
                 ,
              
               
                 Cibbet
                 ,
                 and
                 Gallows
                 ,
                 red-hot
                 plates
                 t'environ
              
               
                 The
                 tendrest
                 parts
                 ;
                 the
                 teeth
                 of
                 salvage
                 bears
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 horns
                 of
                 Buls
                 ,
                 and
                 sticking
                 up
                 on
                 spears
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 Thus
                 kill'd
                 ,
                 a
                 lawful
                 burial
                 was
                 deny'd
                 them
                 :
              
               
                 Pil'd
                 up
                 and
                 tear-throat
                 dogs
                 were
                 left
                 beside
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 Christians
                 sufferings
                 were
                 very
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 still
                 the
                 Church
                 encreased
                 more
                 and
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 Apostles
                 doctrine
                 deeply
                 grounded
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 the
                 blood
                 of
                 Martyr'd
                 Saints
                 surrounded
                 .
              
               
                 Good
                 Timothy
                 ,
                 Religious
                 from
                 his
                 youth
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 stoned
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 witness
                 to
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 those
                 that
                 worshipped
                 Diana
                 bright
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 Dionysius
                 th'
                 Arcopagite
              
               
                 VVas
                 slain
                 at
                 Paris
                 by
                 a
                 treach'rous
                 villan
                 .
              
               
                 Protasius
                 and
                 Gervasius
                 fell
                 at
                 Millain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 third
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 108.
                 
              
               
                 DOmitian
                 being
                 by
                 his
                 servants
                 slain
                 ,
              
               
                 Nerva
                 succeeded
                 ;
                 in
                 whose
                 gracious
                 reign
              
               
                 (
                 VVhich
                 was
                 but
                 thirteen
                 months
                 )
                 the
                 Saints
                 enjoy'd
              
               
                 A
                 peaceful
                 season
                 ,
                 and
                 were
                 not
                 destroy'd
                 .
              
               
                 Trajan
                 ,
                 next
                 him
                 ,
                 the
                 Roman
                 crown
                 put
                 on
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 't
                 was
                 rais'd
                 the
                 third
                 Persecution
                 ,
              
               
               
                 VVorse
                 then
                 the
                 former
                 were
                 ;
                 which
                 did
                 incite
              
               
                 An
                 *
                 heathenish
                 Philosopher
                 to
                 write
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 Christians
                 behalf
                 ,
                 to
                 Trajan
                 shewing
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 whereas
                 many
                 thousands
                 in
                 his
                 viewing
              
               
                 VVere
                 killed
                 ;
                 yet
                 ,
                 contraite
                 the
                 Roman
                 Laws
              
               
                 None
                 did
                 ,
                 which
                 might
                 such
                 Persecution
                 cause
                 ;
              
               
                 Saving
                 that
                 every
                 morn
                 by
                 break
                 of
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 to
                 a
                 God
                 call'd
                 Christ
                 did
                 sing
                 and
                 pray
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 other
                 things
                 they
                 were
                 to
                 be
                 commended
                 .
              
               
                 Trajan
                 returns
                 this
                 answer
                 :
                 he
                 intended
              
               
                 To
                 search
                 them
                 out
                 no
                 more
                 ;
                 but
                 if
                 they
                 were
              
               
                 Brought
                 and
                 convicted
                 ,
                 them
                 he
                 would
                 not
                 spare
                 .
              
               
                 Sentence
                 confus'd
                 !
                 
                 he
                 them
                 as
                 harmless
                 tenders
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 would
                 have
                 them
                 punish'd
                 as
                 offenders
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 rage
                 was
                 by
                 this
                 act
                 a
                 little
                 curb'd
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 ill-disposed
                 men
                 the
                 Peace
                 disturb'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Especially
                 ,
                 if
                 new
                 commotions
                 flam'd
              
               
                 Amongst
                 them
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 Christians
                 must
                 be
                 blam'd
                 .
              
               
                 Trajan
                 commands
                 the
                 lineage
                 of
                 David
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 could
                 be
                 found
                 ,
                 should
                 by
                 no
                 means
                 be
                 saved
              
               
                 He
                 
                   Phocas
                   ,
                   Pontus
                
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 cast
                 in
                 's
                 wrath
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 int'a
                 lime-kiln
                 ,
                 next
                 a
                 sealding
                 bath
                 .
              
               
                 Ignatius
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 thousands
                 more
              
               
                 Exposed
                 to
                 the
                 wild
                 beasts
                 to
                 devour
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 did
                 in
                 Adrian's
                 reign
                 this
                 fury
                 slake
                 ,
              
               
                 Ten
                 thousand
                 sufferd
                 for
                 the
                 Lord
                 Christ's
                 sake
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Ararath
                 thousands
                 were
                 crucifi'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Crowned
                 with
                 thorns
                 ,
                 and
                 thrust
                 into
                 the
                 side
              
               
                 VVith
                 needle-pointed
                 darts
                 ,
                 in
                 imitation
              
               
                 Of
                 Christ
                 ,
                 our
                 blessed
                 Lord
                 and
                 Saviours
                 passion
                 .
              
               
                 Faustiu
                 us
                 ,
                 Zenon
                 ,
                 and
                 Eustachius
                 ,
              
               
                 Dy'd
                 for
                 the
                 truth
                 .
                 
                 VVhen
                 Calocerius
              
               
                 Saw
                 how
                 the
                 Saints
                 did
                 bear
                 afflictions
                 rod
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 cry'd
                 out
                 ,
                 Truly
                 ,
                 great
                 's
                 the
                 Christians
                 God
                 :
              
               
               
                 For
                 which
                 he
                 apprehended
                 ,
                 did
                 become
              
               
                 Partaker
                 likewise
                 of
                 their
                 Martyrdom
                 .
              
               
                 Symphorissa
                 ,
                 a
                 fair
                 and
                 vertuous
                 dame
                 ,
              
               
                 Hang'd
                 up
                 by
                 th'
                 hair
                 ,
                 was
                 scourged
                 for
                 Christs
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 made
                 fast
                 unto
                 a
                 pondrous
                 stone
                 ,
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 bosom
                 of
                 a
                 river
                 thrown
                 :
              
               
                 Seven
                 sons
                 she
                 had
                 ,
                 all
                 stak'd
                 ,
                 rack'd
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 Thrust
                 thorough
                 ,
                 were
                 into
                 a
                 deep
                 pit
                 cast
                 .
              
               
                 Adrian
                 b'ing
                 come
                 to
                 Athens
                 ,
                 sacrific'd
              
               
                 After
                 the
                 Greekish
                 manner
                 ;
                 authoriz'd
              
               
                 Any
                 that
                 would
                 ,
                 to
                 persecute
                 ,
                 abuse
              
               
                 VVhoever
                 in
                 contempt
                 should
                 it
                 refuse
                 .
              
               
                 Quadratus
                 ,
                 an
                 Athenian
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 hence
              
               
                 Did
                 out
                 of
                 zeal
                 i'
                 th'
                 Christians
                 defence
              
               
                 Write
                 learned
                 Tractares
                 :
                 Serenus
                 did
                 do
              
               
                 The
                 like
                 ;
                 and
                 famous
                 Aristides
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 Declaring
                 that'twas
                 neither
                 right
                 nor
                 reason
              
               
                 In
                 harmless
                 persons
                 ;
                 and
                 no
                 other
                 fault
              
               
                 Should
                 bring
                 their
                 lives
                 in
                 danger
                 ,
                 at
                 th'
                 assault
              
               
                 Of
                 th'hair-brain'd
                 rabble
                 ;
                 th'
                 Emperour
                 hereat
              
               
                 Grew
                 milde
                 ,
                 and
                 pity'd
                 their
                 afflicted
                 state
                 .
              
               
                 After
                 him
                 
                   Antonius
                   Pius
                
                 swaid
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 this
                 persecuting
                 storm
                 allaid
                 .
              
               
                 Gods
                 word
                 's
                 fulfill'd
                 ,
                 the
                 wicked's
                 rod
                 shall
                 not
              
               
                 Alwayes
                 remain
                 upon
                 the
                 righteous
                 lot
                 .
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 VIII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fourth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 162.
                 
              
               
                 NOw
                 Antoninus
                 Verus
                 ,
                 Pius
                 son
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Who
                 dead
                 )
                 rais'd
                 the
                 third
                 persecution
                 .
              
               
                 Germanious
                 ,
                 Pionius
                 ,
                 Metrodore
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Polycarp
                   ,
                   Carpus
                
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 number
                 more
              
               
                 In
                 Asia
                 burn'd
                 .
                 
                   Felicit
                   as
                
                 at
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 seven
                 children
                 suffered
                 Martyrdome
                 .
              
               
                 Scourg'd
                 was
                 her
                 eldest
                 Son
                 ;
                 and
                 after
                 ,
                 prest
              
               
                 To
                 death
                 with
                 leaden
                 weights
                 ,
                 attain'd
                 true
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 two
                 next
                 had
                 their
                 brains
                 knockt
                 out
                 with
                 mauls
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 4th
                 thrown
                 headlong
                 down
                 a
                 prec'pice
                 ,
                 sprawls
              
               
                 With
                 his
                 broke
                 neck
                 :
                 The
                 three
                 that
                 do
                 remain
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 lose
                 their
                 heads
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 the
                 Mother
                 's
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 Concordus
                 suffered
                 ;
                 who
                 in
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 spirt
                 out
                 spittle
                 in
                 the
                 Idols
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 France
                 the
                 Christians
                 under
                 went
                 all
                 wrongs
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 Scourgings
                 ,
                 stonings
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 spatt'ring
                 tongues
              
               
                 Of
                 railing
                 Rabshakeh's
                 :
                 at
                 home
                 ,
                 abroad
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 backs
                 must
                 tolerate
                 afflictions
                 load
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 well
                 they
                 knew
                 ,
                 that
                 griefs
                 were
                 transitory
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 but
                 compared
                 to
                 eternal
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 Sanchis
                 the
                 Bishop
                 of
                 Vienna
                 ,
                 stood
              
               
                 Unmov'd
                 ,
                 under
                 such
                 pains
                 ,
                 as
                 flesh
                 and
                 blood
              
               
                 Could
                 not
                 endure
                 to
                 bear
                 :
                 no
                 torments
                 could
              
               
                 Prevail
                 to
                 make
                 him
                 to
                 let
                 go
                 his
                 hold
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 was
                 ask'd
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 was
                 born
                 and
                 bred
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   'm
                   a
                   Christian
                
                 ,
                 onely
                 answered
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 when
                 another
                 did
                 demand
                 his
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Urging
                 it
                 much
                 ,
                 his
                 answer
                 was
                 the
                 same
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 third
                 enquir'd
                 ,
                 whether
                 he
                 were
                 a
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 bond
                 ,
                 or
                 free
                 ;
                 
                   I
                   am
                   a
                   Christian
                
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 still
                 reply'd
                 :
                 no
                 torments
                 could
                 divorce
              
               
                 His
                 constant
                 lips
                 from
                 using
                 that
                 discourse
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 there
                 were
                 plates
                 of
                 candent
                 Brass
                 apply'd
              
               
                 I'his
                 tendrest
                 parts
                 :
                 O
                 how
                 did
                 he
                 abide
              
               
                 That
                 scorching
                 heat
                 !
                 nor
                 was
                 he
                 seen
                 to
                 shrink
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 did
                 his
                 body
                 :
                 while
                 his
                 tort'rers
                 think
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 new
                 supplies
                 to
                 force
                 his
                 recantation
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 quite
                 contrary
                 to
                 their
                 expectation
                 ,
              
               
                 VVas
                 so
                 restor'd
                 ,
                 that
                 what
                 he
                 did
                 endure
              
               
                 These
                 latter
                 times
                 ,
                 did
                 prove
                 his
                 Sov'raign
                 cure
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 plac'd
                 in
                 a
                 red-hot
                 iron
                 chair
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 spir'e
                 (
                 with
                 others
                 )
                 vanish'd
                 into
                 Air.
              
               
                 Thus
                 were
                 the
                 holy
                 Saints
                 ,
                 from
                 morn
                 to
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 spectacle
                 unto
                 the
                 people's
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 Biblides
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 pains
                 spake
                 thus
                 ,
              
               
                 Ah!
                 how
                 should
                 we
                 (
                 as
                 you
                 report
                 of
                 us
                 )
              
               
                 VVe
                 Christians
                 ,
                 think
                 you
                 ,
                 of
                 our
                 babes
                 make
                 food
                 ?
              
               
                 VVhen
                 we
                 not
                 taint
                 our
                 lips
                 with
                 bestial
                 blood
                 .
              
               
                 Attalus
                 frying
                 ,
                 thus
                 Your selves
                 do
                 eat
              
               
                 Mans
                 flesh
                 :
                 and
                 as
                 for
                 us
                 ,
                 we
                 loath
                 such
                 meat
                 .
              
               
                 B'ing
                 asked
                 what
                 he
                 call'd
                 their
                 God
                 by
                 name
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 answer'd
                 ,
                 Man
                 's
                 and
                 his
                 was
                 not
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 let
                 your
                 God
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 a
                 God
                 he
                 be
              
               
                 So
                 powerfull
                 (
                 said
                 they
                 )
                 come
                 set
                 you
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 Pont'cus
                 a
                 youth
                 of
                 fourteen
                 years
                 of
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 Perpass'd
                 the
                 utmost
                 of
                 the
                 fo-mens
                 rage
                 .
              
               
                 VVilde
                 beasts
                 are
                 put
                 to
                 Blandina
                 ,
                 but
                 they
                 ;
              
               
                 More
                 merciful
                 then
                 men
                 ,
                 would
                 go
                 their
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 VVhipped
                 she
                 is
                 ,
                 then
                 broyl'd
                 and
                 thrown
                 on
                 ground
              
               
                 For
                 Buls
                 to
                 tear
                 :
                 from
                 every
                 gaping
                 wound
              
               
               
                 Blood
                 gushes
                 forth
                 ,
                 and
                 runneth
                 out
                 afresh
              
               
                 From
                 th'u●stopp'd
                 chinks
                 of
                 her
                 bemangled
                 flesh
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 felt
                 no
                 paine
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 she
                 was
                 fill'd
              
               
                 VVith
                 spir'tual
                 joy
                 :
                 she
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 was
                 kill'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 bodies
                 of
                 the
                 Saints
                 were
                 made
                 a
                 mock
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 scorn
                 ,
                 a
                 by-word
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 laughing-stock
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 open
                 streets
                 ,
                 till
                 thrice
                 two
                 Suns
                 were
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 burn'd
                 their
                 ashes
                 in
                 the
                 river
                 thrown
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 Apostatized
                 Christians
                 ,
                 which
                 came
              
               
                 Unto
                 their
                 tryals
                 ,
                 did
                 confess
                 their
                 shame
              
               
                 By
                 down-cast
                 looks
                 ,
                 and
                 sorrow-boding
                 faces
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Gentiles
                 pulveriz'd
                 them
                 with
                 disgraces
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 persons
                 too
                 degenerous
                 ,
                 addicted
              
               
                 To
                 vice
                 ,
                 deserving
                 what
                 should
                 be
                 inflicted
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 which
                 constant
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 remain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 VVent
                 with
                 a
                 cheerful
                 brow
                 ,
                 and
                 entertain'd
              
               
                 An
                 obvious
                 death
                 ;
                 and
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 were
                 combin'd
              
               
                 Their
                 glorious
                 rayes
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 to
                 Phoebus
                 shin'd
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 have
                 I
                 seen
                 a
                 fair
                 and
                 comly
                 Bride
                 ,
              
               
                 Richly
                 attir'd
                 ,
                 with
                 what
                 a
                 decent
                 pride
              
               
                 She
                 quits
                 her
                 conclave
                 ,
                 or
                 interior
                 room
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 drawing
                 neer
                 ,
                 about
                 her
                 neck
                 doth
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 seals
                 his
                 favours
                 on
                 her
                 lips
                 withall
                 .
              
               
                 Faith
                 as
                 an
                 ornament
                 the
                 soul
                 endows
                 ;
              
               
                 Christ
                 is
                 the
                 Bridegroom
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Church
                 the
                 Spouse
              
               
                 Prepares
                 to
                 meet
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 direct
                 her
                 paces
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 he
                 may
                 hug
                 her
                 with
                 entwin'd
                 embraces
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 meet
                 ;
                 Christ
                 &
                 his
                 following
                 Spouse
                 do
                 clamber
              
               
                 Up
                 by
                 steep
                 staires
                 ;
                 heaven
                 is
                 the
                 Bridal
                 Chamber
                 :
              
               
                 Where
                 ,
                 with
                 Unknown
                 delights
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 possest
              
               
                 Of
                 sweet
                 reposes
                 ,
                 and
                 eternal
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Marcus
                 Aurelius
                 ,
                 and
                 Antonius
                 go
              
               
                 To
                 war
                 against
                 the
                 Quades
                 the
                 Vandals
                 too
                 :
              
               
               
                 Their
                 Army
                 by
                 innum'rous
                 foes
                 beset
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 so
                 put
                 to
                 't
                 ,
                 the
                 souldiers
                 could
                 not
                 get
              
               
                 The
                 least
                 of
                 water
                 ,
                 their
                 thirst
                 to
                 allay
                 :
              
               
                 VVith
                 that
                 ,
                 a
                 Christian
                 Legion
                 fell
                 to
                 pray
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 VVithdrawing
                 from
                 the
                 rest
                 )
                 the
                 heav'n
                 disburst
              
               
                 Abundant
                 show'rs
                 ;
                 the
                 Romans
                 quench'd
                 their
                 thirst
                 :
              
               
                 Against
                 their
                 enemies
                 ,
                 such
                 lightnings
                 flash'd
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 made
                 them
                 fly
                 discomfited
                 and
                 dash'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Emp'rour
                 pleas'd
                 hereat
                 ,
                 commands
                 that
                 none
              
               
                 Kill
                 Christians
                 more
                 ,
                 whose
                 God
                 such
                 things
                 had
                 done
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 (
                 which
                 was
                 not
                 long
                 in
                 force
                 )
                 decree
              
               
                 Burn'd
                 the
                 accusers
                 ,
                 set
                 th'
                 accused
                 free
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 IX
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fifth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 205.
                 
              
               
                 WHen
                 Peace-maintaining
                 Pertinax
                 was
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 Servere
                 Severus
                 reigned
                 in
                 his
                 stead
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 envious
                 rumors
                 ,
                 and
                 through
                 false
                 suggestion
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 lives
                 were
                 dayly
                 brought
                 in
                 question
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 commands
                 ;
                 his
                 willing
                 Subjects
                 strive
              
               
                 To
                 bring
                 't
                 about
                 ,
                 that
                 none
                 be
                 left
                 a
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Sun-burnt
                 
                   Affrick
                   ,
                   Cappadocia
                
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Carthage
                 and
                 in
                 Alexandria
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 the
                 aumber
                 slain
                 was
                 numberless
                 ;
              
               
                 Origen's
                 father
                 ,
                 with
                 whom
                 Origen
              
               
                 His
                 son
                 had
                 dy'd
                 ,
                 had
                 not
                 his
                 mother
                 bin
              
               
                 An
                 hinderance
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 she
                 did
                 convey
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 night
                 before
                 ,
                 his
                 shirt
                 and
                 cloaths
                 away
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Hereat
                 ,
                 he
                 not
                 for
                 fear
                 of
                 Martyrdome
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 shaming
                 to
                 be
                 seen
                 ,
                 remain'd
                 at
                 home
                 .
              
               
                 Tertullian
                 ,
                 Irenaus
                 ,
                 Andoclus
                 ,
              
               
                 Urbanus
                 ,
                 Satyrus
                 ,
                 Secundulus
                 ,
              
               
                 Perpetua
                 ,
                 Felicit
                 as
                 ,
                 and
                 Rhais
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 by
                 untimely
                 deaths
                 conclude
                 their
                 dayes
                 .
              
               
                 Caspodius
                 ,
                 a
                 Divine
                 ,
                 drag'd
                 up
                 and
                 down
              
               
                 The
                 streets
                 ;
                 at
                 last
                 was
                 into
                 Tyber
                 thrown
                 .
              
               
                 Cecilia
                 Idolatry
                 contemn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 by
                 the
                 Judge
                 must
                 be
                 condemn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Sergeants
                 minding
                 how
                 she
                 did
                 behave
                 her
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 fair
                 she
                 was
                 ;
                 sollicite
                 her
                 ,
                 to
                 favour
              
               
                 Her self
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 cast
                 her self
                 away
                 ;
              
               
                 She
                 was
                 but
                 young
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 a
                 merry
                 day
              
               
                 Might
                 live
                 to
                 see
                 :
                 but
                 she
                 discreetly
                 sent
              
               
                 Such
                 gracious
                 words
                 ,
                 as
                 caus'd
                 them
                 to
                 relent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 unto
                 that
                 religion
                 yield
                 their
                 hearts
              
               
                 '
                 Gainst
                 which
                 they
                 threw
                 their
                 persecuting
                 darts
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 ,
                 when
                 perceiv'd
                 ,
                 leav
                 gain'd
                 ,
                 she
                 runs
                 her
                 home
              
               
                 and
                 for
                 Vrbanus
                 sends
                 :
                 Vrbanus
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 grounds
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 faith
                 so
                 highly
                 priz'd
                 .
              
               
                 Four
                 hundred
                 do
                 believe
                 and
                 are
                 baptiz'd
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 holy
                 Martyr
                 afterwards
                 was
                 shut
              
               
                 Twice
                 twelve
                 hours
                 in
                 a
                 Bath
                 ;
                 at
                 last
                 they
                 cut
              
               
                 Her
                 head
                 off
                 from
                 her
                 shoulders
                 :
                 thus
                 she
                 ended
              
               
                 Her
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 up
                 into
                 the
                 clouds
                 ascended
                 .
              
               
                 Agapetus
                 ,
                 of
                 fifteen
                 years
                 of
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 VVas
                 scourg'd
                 ,
                 then
                 hang'd
                 up
                 by
                 the
                 feet
                 :
                 in
                 rage
              
               
                 He
                 scalded
                 was
                 ;
                 unto
                 the
                 wild
                 beasts
                 rost
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 not
                 hurting
                 him
                 ,
                 his
                 head
                 he
                 lost
                 .
              
               
                 Pamachius
                 ,
                 a
                 Roman
                 Senator
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith's
                 wife
                 ,
                 his
                 children
                 ,
                 and
                 neer
                 fourty
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 in
                 one
                 day
                 beheaded
                 were
                 ;
                 their
                 pates
              
               
                 Fixed
                 on
                 high
                 ,
                 over
                 the
                 City
                 gates
                 ,
              
               
               
                 As
                 Bug-bears
                 to
                 affright
                 and
                 scare
                 the
                 rest
              
               
                 From
                 Christianity
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 profest
                 .
              
               
                 Potamiena
                 ,
                 (
                 boyling
                 Pitch
                 being
                 pour'd
              
               
                 Upon
                 her
                 naked
                 flesh
                 )
                 the
                 flames
                 devour'd
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 Zepherinus
                 ;
                 after
                 him
                 Vrbanus
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 Roman
                 Bishops
                 ;
                 good
                 Valerianus
                 ,
              
               
                 Tybartius
                 too
                 ,
                 two
                 Noble
                 men
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 their
                 Religion
                 suffer'd
                 Martyrdome
                 .
              
               
                 Gainst
                 Narciss
                 ,
                 three
                 false
                 witnesses
                 suborn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Th'
                 one
                 lost
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 the
                 fire
                 a
                 second
                 burn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 third
                 lay
                 languishing
                 :
                 thus
                 we
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 Th'accusers
                 suffer
                 ,
                 the
                 accus'd
                 go
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 Antiochus
                 fell
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 having
                 cry'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 bowels
                 burn'd
                 within
                 him
                 ,
                 sadly
                 dy'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 X.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 sixth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 237.
                 
              
               
                 
                   MAximinus
                   (
                   Severus
                
                 dead
                 and
                 gon
                 )
              
               
                 Stirr'd
                 up
                 the
                 twice-third
                 Persecution
                 :
              
               
                 Disliv'd
                 the
                 Teachers
                 ,
                 Leaders
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 best
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 means
                 thinking
                 to
                 seduce
                 the
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Thousands
                 were
                 Martyred
                 ,
                 whose
                 names
                 are
                 lost
              
               
                 With
                 Or'gen's
                 *
                 book
                 ,
                 in
                 which
                 they
                 were
                 engrost
                 .
              
               
                 About
                 this
                 time
                 Natalius
                 ,
                 a
                 Priest
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Who
                 much
                 had
                 suffer'd
                 for
                 the
                 cause
                 of
                 Christ
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Seduced
                 was
                 by
                 Asclepiodot
              
               
                 And
                 Theodore
                 ,
                 who
                 promis'd
                 to
                 allot
              
               
               
                 A
                 hundered
                 and
                 fifty
                 silver
                 Crowns
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 each
                 month
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 would
                 but
                 renownce
              
               
                 The
                 Christian
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 give
                 to
                 theirs
                 respect
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 a
                 bishop
                 of
                 their
                 sect
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 God
                 (
                 whose
                 mercy
                 would
                 not
                 have
                 him
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 had
                 so
                 much
                 endur'd
                 ,
                 so
                 oft
                 been
                 cross'd
                 )
              
               
                 Admonished
                 him
                 by
                 a
                 vision
                 plain
                 ,
              
               
                 T'ad
                 joyn
                 himself
                 to
                 the
                 true
                 Church
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 the
                 good
                 man
                 ,
                 b'ing
                 for
                 the
                 present
                 blinded
              
               
                 With
                 gain
                 and
                 honour
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 ought
                 )
                 not
                 minded
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 the
                 night
                 after
                 b'ing
                 by
                 Angels
                 scourg'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 put
                 on
                 sackcloth
                 in
                 the
                 morn
                 ,
                 and
                 purg'd
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 with
                 tears
                 :
                 with
                 doleful
                 lamentation
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 runs
                 in
                 hast
                 to
                 th'Christian
                 congregation
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 loves
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 his
                 sake
                 ,
              
               
                 Humbly
                 entreating
                 them
                 ,
                 once
                 more
                 to
                 take
              
               
                 Him
                 into
                 their
                 society
                 ,
                 and
                 quire
                 ,
              
               
                 Accordingly
                 they
                 granted
                 his
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 Horse-torn
                 Hippol'tus
                 dy'd
                 :
                 the
                 Martyred
              
               
                 By
                 sixties
                 in
                 a
                 pit
                 were
                 buried
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XI
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 seventh
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 250.
                 
              
               
                 DEcius
                 ,
                 that
                 cruel
                 Emperour
                 ,
                 begun
              
               
                 The
                 seventh
                 bloody
                 persecution
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 which
                 Niceph'rus
                 thus
                 ;
                 Can
                 any
                 tell
              
               
                 The
                 sands
                 ?
                 they
                 may
                 the
                 Martyr'd
                 saints
                 as
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 Fabian
                 ,
                 that
                 kept
                 a
                 Bishoprick
                 at
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Kings
                 treasures
                 ,
                 suffred
                 Martyrdom
                 .
              
               
               
                 Babilas
                 dy'd
                 in
                 prison
                 ;
                 and
                 a
                 train
              
               
                 Of
                 forty
                 Virgins
                 were
                 in
                 Antioch
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Alexandrian
                 Christians
                 are
                 bereft
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 their
                 goods
                 ;
                 yea
                 ,
                 they
                 have
                 nothing
                 left
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 they
                 rejoyce
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 therewith
                 content
                 ,
              
               
                 Knowing
                 their
                 substance
                 is
                 more
                 permanent
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Apollinea's
                 teeth
                 had
                 dash'd
                 out
                 bin
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fire
                 was
                 made
                 ;
                 they
                 threat
                 to
                 throw
                 her
                 in
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 paus'd
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 (
                 refusing
                 to
                 be
                 turn'd
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 gave
                 a
                 leap
                 into
                 the
                 fire
                 and
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 Julian
                 ,
                 Epimachus
                 ,
                 and
                 Alexander
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 flame
                 consum'd
                 :
                 many
                 (
                 poor
                 souls
                 )
                 did
                 wander
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 deserted
                 deserts
                 ;
                 others
                 lives
              
               
                 Lay
                 open
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 raging
                 cut-throat's
                 knives
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 certain
                 Minister
                 with
                 pains
                 opprest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fearing
                 death
                 ,
                 desir'd
                 to
                 be
                 releas'd
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 young
                 man
                 ,
                 
                 then
                 ,
                 too
                 glorious
                 to
                 behold
              
               
                 For
                 mortal
                 eyes
                 ,
                 appearing
                 ,
                 did
                 unfold
              
               
                 His
                 angry
                 lips
                 :
                 What
                 would
                 you
                 have
                 me
                 do
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 dare
                 not
                 bear
                 ,
                 and
                 out
                 you
                 will
                 not
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 Because
                 chast
                 Theodora
                 a
                 did
                 refuse
              
               
                 To
                 sacrifice
                 ,
                 they
                 sent
                 her
                 to
                 the
                 stews
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 lust-enflam'd
                 young
                 men
                 for
                 entrance
                 press'd
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 Didymus
                 slip'd
                 in
                 before
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 Having
                 the
                 habit
                 of
                 a
                 souldier
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 chang'd
                 for
                 hers
                 ;
                 and
                 she
                 in
                 his
                 is
                 gon
                 .
              
               
                 Didymus
                 stayes
                 behind
                 :
                 b'ing
                 found
                 a
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Confessing
                 th'
                 whole
                 state
                 of
                 the
                 matter
                 ;
                 so
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 condemn'd
                 ,
                 and
                 must
                 to
                 torment
                 go
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 Theodora
                 a
                 having
                 understood
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 save
                 the
                 shedding
                 of
                 innocuous
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 Comes
                 to
                 the
                 Judge
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 I
                 bear
                 the
                 guilt
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 lo
                 I
                 'm
                 here
                 ,
                 condemn
                 me
                 if
                 thon
                 wilt
                 :
              
               
               
                 As
                 for
                 that
                 man
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 let
                 him
                 go
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 your
                 fury
                 light
                 on
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 was
                 not
                 heard
                 ;
                 both
                 for
                 their
                 lives
                 were
                 try'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemned
                 both
                 ,
                 Beheaded
                 both
                 ,
                 both
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 torments
                 that
                 the
                 Praetor
                 could
                 devise
                 ,
              
               
                 Could
                 force
                 Nicetas
                 t'offer
                 sacrifice
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 therefore
                 him
                 into
                 a
                 garden
                 brought
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 variety
                 of
                 pleasures
                 fraught
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 laid
                 him
                 down
                 upon
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 Down
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 A
                 silken
                 net
                 softly
                 upon
                 him
                 strown
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 Lillies
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 fragrant
                 Roses
                 ,
              
               
                 Neer
                 murm'ring
                 streams
                 inviting
                 sweet
                 reposes
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 sweet
                 whistling
                 of
                 the
                 leaves
                 mov'd
                 by
              
               
                 A
                 gentle
                 gale
                 ,
                 he
                 left
                 him
                 :
                 presently
              
               
                 In
                 comes
                 a
                 Strumpet
                 garishly
                 ,
                 attir'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 a
                 wanton
                 dialect
                 ,
                 desir'd
              
               
                 The
                 non-denial
                 of
                 her
                 earnest
                 sute
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 use
                 her
                 body
                 lowly
                 prostitute
                 .
              
               
                 Nicetas
                 ,
                 (
                 fearing
                 he
                 should
                 be
                 by
                 folly
              
               
                 Conqu'red
                 ,
                 and
                 led
                 to
                 do
                 what
                 was
                 unholy
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Bites
                 off
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 certain
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 spits
                 it
                 out
                 into
                 her
                 whorish
                 face
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 by
                 this
                 smarting
                 wound
                 he
                 did
                 prevent
              
               
                 Sins
                 sting
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 punishment
                 .
              
               
                 Nichomacus
                 most
                 sensible
                 of
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   I
                   am
                   no
                   Christian
                
                 ,
                 cry'd
                 ;
                 so
                 was
                 not
                 slain
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 no
                 sooner
                 put
                 his
                 hand
                 to
                 evil
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 was
                 possessed
                 with
                 an
                 unclean
                 devil
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thrown
                 with
                 violence
                 upon
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Bit
                 off
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
                 and
                 died
                 of
                 the
                 wound
                 .
              
               
                 Many
                 A
                 postates
                 were
                 possess'd
                 ,
                 and
                 some
              
               
                 Suddenly
                 struck
                 ,
                 (
                 were
                 ever
                 after
                 )
                 dumb
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 some
                 thus
                 fell
                 away
                 ,
                 others
                 stood
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 Remaining
                 glorious
                 Martyrs
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 Decius
                 not
                 long
                 securely
                 slept
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 conquer'd
                 by
                 the
                 Goths
                 ,
                 with
                 's
                 horse
                 he
                 leapt
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 whirlpool
                 ,
                 and
                 therein
                 was
                 drown'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 was
                 his
                 body
                 ever
                 after
                 found
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 God
                 throughout
                 the
                 Roman
                 Empire
                 spred
              
               
                 A
                 ten-years
                 plague
                 ,
                 t'
                 avenge
                 the
                 blood
                 was
                 shed
                 .
              
               
                 Brotherly
                 love
                 the
                 Christians
                 shew'd
                 t'
                 each
                 other
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 visiting
                 ,
                 relieving
                 one
                 another
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 Idolaters
                 fled
                 from
                 ,
                 neglected
                 ,
              
               
                 Cast
                 out
                 ,
                 not
                 succour'd
                 ,
                 those
                 that
                 were
                 infected
                 :
              
               
                 Shift
                 onely
                 for
                 themselves
                 ,
                 go
                 where
                 they
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 spreading
                 punisment
                 pursu'd
                 them
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Gallus
                 succeeding
                 (
                 Decius
                 being
                 dead
                 )
              
               
                 This
                 persecution
                 continued
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 weight
                 of
                 his
                 displeasure
                 fell
                 most
                 heavy
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 shoulders
                 of
                 the
                 Tribe
                 of
                 Levi.
              
               
                 He
                 banish'd
                 Cyprian
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 Divines
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemned
                 others
                 to
                 the
                 Metal-Mines
                 :
              
               
                 T'whom
                 Cyprian
                 wrote
                 letters
                 cons'latory
              
               
                 Shewing
                 ,
                 affliction
                 is
                 the
                 Saints
                 true
                 glory
                 ;
              
               
                 Deep
                 wounds
                 and
                 scars
                 are
                 to
                 a
                 Christian
                 brest
              
               
                 As
                 Ornaments
                 to
                 bring
                 them
                 in
                 request
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 himself
                 ;
                 to
                 multiply
                 their
                 fame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 not
                 as
                 markes
                 of
                 stigmatized
                 shame
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 the
                 naked
                 Mines
                 afford
                 no
                 beds
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 they
                 want
                 ease
                 that
                 lay
                 in
                 Christ
                 their
                 heads
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 if
                 their
                 aking
                 bones
                 lie
                 o'
                 th'
                 cold
                 floor
                 ?
              
               
                 Is
                 't
                 pain
                 to
                 lie
                 with
                 Christ
                 ?
                 say
                 they
                 are
                 poor
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 are
                 they
                 rich
                 in
                 faith
                 :
                 suppose
                 their
                 hands
              
               
                 Be
                 manacled
                 ,
                 put
                 ease
                 coacted
                 bands
              
               
                 Hold
                 their
                 worn
                 seet
                 :
                 Can
                 he
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Fetter'd
                 with
                 chains
                 ,
                 whom
                 the
                 Lord
                 Christ
                 doth
                 free
                 ?
              
               
                 He
                 lies
                 ty'd
                 in
                 the
                 stocks
                 ,
                 thereby
                 whose
                 feet
              
               
                 To
                 run
                 a
                 heav'nly
                 race
                 become
                 more
                 fleet
                 .
              
               
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 a
                 Christian
                 be
                 bound
                 so
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 his
                 life's
                 crown
                 ,
                 adds
                 wings
                 unto
                 his
                 hast
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 have
                 no
                 clothes
                 ,
                 cold
                 weather
                 to
                 resist
                 :
              
               
                 Can
                 he
                 be
                 naked
                 who
                 hath
                 put
                 on
                 Christ
                 ?
              
               
                 Do
                 they
                 want
                 bread
                 ?
                 Christ
                 is
                 the
                 bread
                 of
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 commeth
                 down
                 from
                 heaven
                 ,
                 in
                 him
                 is
                 rise
                 :
              
               
                 Man
                 by
                 the
                 word
                 which
                 doth
                 from
                 God
                 proceed
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 said
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 alone
                 by
                 bread
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 matter
                 is
                 't
                 though
                 you
                 deformed
                 seem
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 shall
                 be
                 honour'd
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 great
                 esteem
                 :
              
               
                 Your
                 God
                 will
                 turn
                 your
                 miserable
                 dayes
              
               
                 To
                 peace
                 ;
                 your
                 mournings
                 into
                 songs
                 of
                 praise
                 :
              
               
                 You
                 sail
                 through
                 troublous
                 Seas
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 possest
              
               
                 Of
                 heaven
                 ,
                 the
                 haven
                 of
                 eternal
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 do
                 not
                 grieve
                 ,
                 because
                 you
                 are
                 forbid
              
               
                 To
                 serve
                 the
                 Lord
                 ,
                 (
                 as
                 formerly
                 you
                 did
                 )
              
               
                 In
                 your
                 Parochial
                 places
                 ,
                 God's
                 enclin'd
              
               
                 T'
                 accept
                 th'
                 endeavours
                 of
                 a
                 willing
                 minde
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 dayly
                 sacrifices
                 you
                 impart
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 loves
                 ;
                 a
                 broken
                 and
                 a
                 contrite
                 heart
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 takes
                 pleasure
                 in
                 :
                 he
                 doth
                 regard
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 servants
                 tears
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 at
                 last
                 reward
              
               
                 Fidelious
                 brests
                 ,
                 which
                 do
                 confess
                 his
                 name
                 :
              
               
                 Promis'd
                 he
                 hath
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 perform
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 eighth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 259.
                 
              
               
                 VAlerian
                 next
                 adds
                 fuel
                 to
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 blows
                 the
                 flames
                 of
                 persecution
                 higher
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 an
                 Egyptian
                 Sorcerer
                 beguil'd
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 now
                 is
                 cruel
                 ,
                 who
                 before
                 was
                 milde
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 are
                 banished
                 his
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 lately
                 he
                 allow'd
                 them
                 to
                 resort
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 was
                 this
                 all
                 ;
                 young
                 men
                 ,
                 maids
                 ,
                 husbands
                 ,
                 wives
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 sorts
                 ,
                 and
                 ranks
                 ,
                 must
                 lose
                 (
                 dear
                 hearts
                 !
                 )
                 their
                 lives
                 .
              
               
                 Three
                 hundred
                 souls
                 ,
                 then
                 by
                 the
                 President
              
               
                 Of
                 Carthage
                 were
                 into
                 a
                 lime-kiln
                 sent
                 .
              
               
                 Three
                 Virgins
                 first
                 had
                 Vinegar
                 and
                 gall
              
               
                 Forc'd
                 down
                 their
                 throats
                 ;
                 then
                 scourg'd
                 ,
                 then
                 rack'd
                 and
                 all
              
               
                 Besmeared
                 were
                 with
                 lime
                 :
                 then
                 broil'd
                 ,
                 then
                 cast
              
               
                 To
                 wild
                 beasts
                 ,
                 and
                 beheaded
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Cyprian
                 long
                 had
                 born
                 afflictions
                 yoke
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 neck
                 submitted
                 to
                 the
                 fatal
                 stroke
                 .
              
               
                 Sixtus
                 a
                 Bishop
                 of
                 the
                 City
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 six
                 Deacons
                 ,
                 suffer'd
                 Martyrdome
                 .
              
               
                 Laurence
                 the
                 seventh
                 ,
                 as
                 along
                 he
                 went
              
               
                 With
                 Sixtus
                 going
                 to
                 his
                 punishment
                 ,
              
               
                 Complain'd
                 he
                 might
                 not
                 (
                 seeing
                 he
                 had
                 rather
              
               
                 Suffer
                 then
                 live
                 )
                 die
                 with
                 his
                 Rev'rend
                 father
                 .
              
               
                 Sixtus
                 reply'd
                 ,
                 before
                 three
                 dayes
                 were
                 out
              
               
                 He
                 should
                 come
                 after
                 :
                 go
                 and
                 give
                 about
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 interim
                 thy
                 treasures
                 to
                 the
                 poor
                 :
              
               
                 Th'
                 observing
                 Judge
                 supposing
                 he
                 had
                 store
              
               
               
                 Of
                 wealth
                 crock'd
                 up
                 ,
                 commanded
                 him
                 to
                 bring
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 :
                 For
                 to
                 effect
                 which
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Laurence
                 crav'd
                 three
                 dayes
                 respit
                 ;
                 in
                 which
                 stock
              
               
                 Of
                 time
                 ,
                 he
                 gath'red
                 a
                 poor
                 Christian
                 flock
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 ring
                 ;
                 the
                 fourth
                 day
                 doth
                 afford
              
               
                 New
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 must
                 now
                 make
                 good
                 his
                 word
                 .
              
               
                 Being
                 enforc'd
                 by
                 a
                 severer
                 charge
                 ,
              
               
                 Couragious
                 Laurence
                 doth
                 his
                 arms
                 enlarge
              
               
                 Over
                 the
                 needy
                 throng
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 These
                 be
              
               
                 The
                 precious
                 Jewels
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 :
                 see
                 ,
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 treasure
                 is
                 indeed
                 ;
                 here
                 Christ
                 doth
                 dwell
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Oh!
                 what
                 tongue
                 sufficiently
                 can
                 tell
              
               
                 The
                 raving
                 fury
                 which
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 acted
                 ;
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 did
                 stamp
                 ,
                 did
                 stare
                 like
                 one
                 distracted
                 ?
              
               
                 His
                 eyes
                 did
                 sparkle
                 ,
                 his
                 gnash'd
                 teeth
                 struck
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 's
                 mouth
                 all
                 in
                 a
                 foam
                 ,
                 thus
                 wreak'd
                 his
                 ire
                 :
              
               
                 Kindle
                 the
                 fire
                 ;
                 Faggots
                 on
                 Faggots
                 fling
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 ,
                 doth
                 the
                 villain
                 thus
                 delude
                 the
                 King
                 ?
              
               
                 Away
                 ,
                 away
                 with
                 him
                 ;
                 whip
                 beat
                 him
                 sore
                 ;
              
               
                 Jesteth
                 the
                 Traitor
                 with
                 the
                 Emperour
                 ?
              
               
                 Pinch
                 him
                 with
                 red-hot
                 tongs
                 ;
                 let
                 candent
                 plates
              
               
                 Engird
                 the
                 Raskals
                 loyns
                 ;
                 heat
                 ,
                 heat
                 the
                 grates
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 y'have
                 bound
                 the
                 Rebell
                 hand
                 and
                 foot
                 ;
              
               
                 On
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 rost
                 him
                 ,
                 broil
                 him
                 :
                 look
                 you
                 do
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 pain
                 of
                 our
                 displeasure
                 ;
                 toss
                 him
                 ,
                 turn
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 charge
                 you
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 leave
                 him
                 till
                 you
                 burn
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 to
                 cindars
                 too
                 :
                 each
                 man
                 fulfill
              
               
                 His
                 office
                 quick
                 ,
                 and
                 execute
                 my
                 will.
              
               
                 Revenge
                 findes
                 nimble
                 hands
                 ;
                 the
                 tort'ters
                 lay
              
               
                 Him
                 on
                 a
                 soft
                 Down-bed
                 ;
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fi'ry
                 iron
                 one
                 :
                 God
                 made
                 it
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 afforded
                 Lanrence
                 ease
                 ,
                 not
                 woe
                 .
              
               
                 Valerians
                 heart
                 burns
                 ,
                 Laurence
                 flesh
                 doth
                 roft
                 ;
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 doubtful
                 whether
                 was
                 tormented
                 most
                 .
              
               
               
                 Then
                 Laurence
                 thus
                 :
              
               
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 this
                 side
                 's
                 enough
                 :
                 turn
                 up
                 the
                 rest
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 rost
                 or
                 raw
                 ,
                 try
                 which
                 thou
                 likest
                 best
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XIII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 ninth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 278.
                 
              
               
                 CLaudius
                 ,
                 
                   and
                   after
                   him
                
                 Quintilian
                 ,
                 (
                 reign
                 )
              
               
                 (
                 Both
                 which
                 but
                 one
                 and
                 thrice
                 three
                 years
                 did
              
               
                 Maintain'd
                 the
                 Churches
                 Peace
                 :
                 while
                 they
                 endur'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Saints
                 were
                 happy
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 lives
                 secur'd
                 .
              
               
                 Aurelian
                 ,
                 nat'rally
                 severe
                 and
                 cruel
                 ,
              
               
                 Succeeds
                 ;
                 his
                 rage
                 fomented
                 by
                 the
                 fuel
              
               
                 Of
                 mis-informing
                 sinister
                 suggestions
                 ,
              
               
                 Prov'd
                 Tyrannous
                 ;
                 his
                 Nephew's
                 life
                 he
                 questions
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 questioning
                 ,
                 abrepts
                 :
                 then
                 he
                 begun
              
               
                 To
                 stir
                 up
                 the
                 ninth
                 persecution
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 thus
                 it
                 happ'ned
                 :
                 while
                 he
                 went
                 about
              
               
                 To
                 seal
                 the
                 Edict
                 that
                 was
                 issuing
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 did
                 a
                 Thunder-bolt
                 so
                 neer
                 him
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 was
                 kill'd
                 ,
                 't
                 was
                 the
                 consent
                 of
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Emp'rour
                 strake
                 with
                 such
                 astonishment
                 ,
              
               
                 Gave
                 over
                 his
                 Tyrannical
                 intent
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 after
                 six
                 years
                 reign
                 was
                 murthered
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Church
                 forty
                 four
                 years
                 flourished
              
               
                 Under
                 a
                 various
                 Emp'rour
                 .
                 O
                 what
                 peace
              
               
                 Doth
                 crown
                 the
                 Christians
                 brows
                 !
                 what
                 large
                 increase
              
               
                 Of
                 honour
                 doth
                 betide
                 them
                 !
                 they
                 resort
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Court
                 ,
                 who
                 lately
                 were
                 a
                 sport
              
               
               
                 T'insulting
                 foes
                 :
                 and
                 they
                 that
                 were
                 a
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 prais'd
                 and
                 priz'd
                 :
                 who
                 now
                 more
                 great
                 then
                 they
                 ?
              
               
                 While
                 thus
                 the
                 Christians
                 bath'd
                 themselves
                 in
                 quiet
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 natures
                 drew
                 them
                 to
                 excessive
                 riot
                 ,
              
               
                 T'indulge
                 to
                 idleness
                 ,
                 to
                 scold
                 ,
                 and
                 brawl
              
               
                 For
                 very
                 trifles
                 ,
                 or
                 nothing
                 at
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 railing
                 words
                 bespatt'ring
                 one
                 another
                 ,
              
               
                 Moving
                 sedition
                 against
                 each
                 other
                 :
              
               
                 Bishops
                 with
                 Bishops
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 vulgar
                 train
              
               
                 Do
                 with
                 the
                 vulgar
                 altricate
                 for
                 gain
                 :
              
               
                 Thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 their
                 sins
                 encreased
                 ev'ry
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 Gods
                 wrath
                 came
                 ,
                 where
                 sin
                 chalk'd
                 out
                 the
                 way
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Christians
                 enemies
                 abound
                 ,
              
               
                 Laying
                 their
                 Churches
                 level
                 with
                 the
                 ground
                 ;
              
               
                 Burn
                 sacred
                 Writs
                 .
                 I'th'open
                 market-places
                 ;
              
               
                 Pursue
                 their
                 Priests
                 ,
                 and
                 load
                 them
                 with
                 disgraces
                 :
              
               
                 Slanders
                 and
                 contumelious
                 opprobries
                 ,
              
               
                 Abhor'd
                 their
                 Doctrine
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 words
                 despise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XIV
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 tenth
                 Primitive
                 Persecution
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 308.
                 
              
               
                 
                   TVVo
                   Tyrants
                   ,
                   Dioclesian
                   in
                   the
                   VVest
                
                 
                   And
                   Maximinian
                   in
                   the
                   East
                   ,
                   distress'd
                
                 
                   The
                   Saints
                   of
                   God
                   :
                   the
                   foe-men
                   overcome
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   instituted
                   solemn
                   games
                   at
                   Rome
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   glad
                   memorials
                   of
                   their
                   b'ing
                   victorious
                   :
                
                 
                   Nay
                   Dioclesian
                   was
                   so
                   vain-glorious
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   needs
                   would
                   be
                   a
                   god
                   ,
                   and
                   be
                   ador'd
                
                 
                   By
                   ev'ry
                   bended-knee
                   ,
                   as
                   supream
                   Lord
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Nor
                   did
                   he
                   stick
                   to
                   say
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   was
                   brother
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Sun
                   and
                   Moon
                   ,
                   as
                   was
                   no
                   other
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   shoes
                   adorn'd
                   with
                   gold
                   and
                   Precious
                   stones
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   people
                   kneeling
                   on
                   their
                   marrow-bones
                
                 
                   He
                   bid
                   to
                   kiss
                   his
                   seet
                   ,
                   (
                   O
                   height
                   of
                   pride
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   He
                   persecution
                   rais'd
                   ;
                   at
                   Easter
                   tide
                
                 
                   Places
                   of
                   Divine
                   worship
                   he
                   or'eturn'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   contempt
                   the
                   Sacred
                   Scripture
                   burn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   Elders
                   of
                   the
                   Church
                   were
                   torn
                   in
                   sunder
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   rest
                   variety
                   of
                   deaths
                   went
                   under
                   .
                
                 
                   Sylvanus
                   Bishop
                   ,
                   with
                   him
                   thirty
                   nine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ended
                   their
                   sorrowes
                   in
                   a
                   Mettle-Mine
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Tyrian
                   Christians
                   (
                   none
                   this
                   fury
                   spares
                   )
                
                 
                   VVere
                   cast
                   to
                   Lyons
                   ,
                   Leopards
                   ,
                   and
                   Bears
                
                 
                   Kept
                   hungry
                   for
                   that
                   purpose
                   :
                   male-content
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   beasts
                   not
                   touched
                   them
                   ;
                   their
                   claws
                   were
                   bent
                
                 
                   At
                   other
                   preyes
                   ;
                   they
                   vehemently
                   rage
                
                 
                   '
                   Gainst
                   those
                   which
                   brought
                   the
                   Christians
                   on
                   the
                   stage
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   seiz'd
                   on
                   them
                   ;
                   who
                   though
                   they
                   thought
                   they
                   stood
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   harms
                   way
                   ,
                   became
                   the
                   wild
                   beasts
                   food
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   afterwards
                   ,
                   these
                   holy
                   Martyrs
                   slain
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVere
                   soon
                   committed
                   to
                   the
                   foaming
                   main
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Syrian
                   Pastors
                   lay
                   in
                   prison
                   chain'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Zenobius
                   a
                   Physician
                   ,
                   Brick-bats
                   brain'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   good
                   
                     Serena
                     Dioclesians
                  
                   wife
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   for
                   religions
                   sake
                   depriv'd
                   of
                   life
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Martyrs
                   blood
                   ran
                   like
                   a
                   flowing
                   tide
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   an
                   innumerable
                   number
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Upon
                   a
                   Christmas-day
                   Maximinus
                   fir'd
                
                 
                   A
                   Church
                   whereto
                   the
                   Christians
                   retir'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   celebrate
                   that
                   joyful
                   day
                   ,
                   wherein
                
                 
                   Jesus
                   was
                   born
                   to
                   save
                   them
                   from
                   their
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   also
                   did
                   a
                   Phrygian
                   City
                   burn
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   th'
                   inhabitants
                   which
                   would
                   not
                   turn
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Forty
                   young
                   Gentlemen
                   of
                   good
                   repute
                   ,
                
                 
                   Confess'd
                   their
                   faith
                   ,
                   and
                   boldly
                   did
                   refute
                
                 
                   False
                   wayes
                   :
                   their
                   names
                   up
                   to
                   the
                   Marshal
                   gave
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   seeing
                   them
                   so
                   gallantly
                   behave
                
                 
                   Themselves
                   ,
                   admit'd
                   ,
                   and
                   stood
                   in
                   a
                   quandary
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   course
                   to
                   take
                   ;
                   his
                   anxious
                   thoughts
                   did
                   vary
                   :
                
                 
                   Resolved
                   ,
                   he
                   try'd
                   what
                   fair
                   words
                   would
                   do
                   ;
                
                 
                   Proff'ring
                   them
                   money
                   ,
                   and
                   preferment
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   answer'd
                   thus
                   ;
                   We
                   nothing
                   do
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   Christ
                   alone
                   ;
                   the
                   wheel
                   ,
                   the
                   cross
                   ,
                   the
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   easie
                   pains
                   .
                   His
                   eyes
                   the
                   Marshal
                   casts
                
                 
                   Upon
                   a
                   pond
                   expos'd
                   to
                   northern
                   blasts
                   ;
                
                 
                   Bids
                   them
                   be
                   stripp'd
                   unto
                   their
                   naked
                   skin
                   ;
                
                 
                   'T
                   was
                   winter
                   weather
                   ,
                   yet
                   they
                   must
                   go
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   stay
                   all
                   night
                   .
                   We
                   put
                   not
                   off
                   our
                   cloaths
                   ,
                
                 
                   Say
                   they
                   ,
                   but
                   our
                   old
                   man
                   ,
                   which
                   God
                   so
                   loaths
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   pond
                   receiv'd
                   them
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   nipping
                   frost
                
                 
                   Stiffened
                   their
                   members
                   ;
                   breath
                   not
                   fully
                   lost
                
                 
                   When
                   day
                   appear'd
                   unto
                   the
                   wakened
                   world
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   were
                   took
                   out
                   ,
                   and
                   burn'd
                   ;
                   their
                   ashes
                   hurl'd
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   gliding
                   streams
                   .
                   —
                
              
               
                 
                   In
                   France
                   ,
                   in
                   
                     Colen
                     Italy
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   Spain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   many
                   millions
                   of
                   Christians
                   slain
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   witnessed
                   unto
                   the
                   truth
                   :
                   in
                   Trevers
                
                 
                   The
                   brookes
                   of
                   blood
                   discolour'd
                   ample
                   Rivers
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   persecution
                   run
                   along
                   ,
                   and
                   came
                
                 
                   Into
                   our
                   Britain
                   ,
                   where
                   the
                   Christians
                   flame
                   .
                
                 
                   Besides
                   the
                   kindes
                   of
                   deaths
                   ,
                   the
                   torments
                   were
                
                 
                   So
                   great
                   ,
                   that
                   they
                   unutterable
                   are
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   whippings
                   ,
                   scourgings
                   ,
                   rackings
                   ,
                   hackings
                   ,
                   manglings
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hangings
                   ,
                   bangings
                   ,
                   prickings
                   ,
                   kickings
                   ,
                   stranglings
                   ,
                
                 
                   Smoakings
                   ,
                   choakings
                   ,
                   rostings
                   ,
                   scorchings
                   ,
                   spoylings
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cuttings
                   ,
                   guttings
                   ,
                   flayings
                   ,
                   fryings
                   ,
                   broylings
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Some
                   manded
                   to
                   the
                   mines
                   ,
                   others
                   were
                   quarter'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   brief
                   ,
                   there
                   were
                   seventeen
                   thousand
                   Martyr'd
                
                 
                   In
                   one
                   months
                   space
                   ;
                   yet
                   still
                   the
                   Christians
                   joy'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   still
                   encreas'd
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                   they
                   were
                   destroy
                   d.
                
                 
                   Galerius
                   invading
                   Antiech
                   ,
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   runs
                   ,
                   and
                   tells
                   the
                   Christian
                   flock
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   wolves
                   ,
                   which
                   would
                   devour
                   them
                   up
                   ,
                   were
                   neer
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   therewithal
                   ,
                   exhorts
                   them
                   not
                   to
                   fear
                
                 
                   The
                   greatest
                   perils
                   ,
                   but
                   that
                   young
                   and
                   old
                
                 
                   Would
                   be
                   couragious
                   ,
                   resolute
                   and
                   bold
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   hazard
                   life
                   and
                   limb
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   maintain
                
                 
                   God's
                   cause
                   and
                   theirs
                   .
                   With
                   that
                   ,
                   an
                   armed
                   train
                
                 
                   Pour'd
                   in
                   upon
                   them
                   ;
                   but
                   the
                   Christian
                   throng
                
                 
                   Arm'd
                   with
                   the
                   staffe
                   of
                   faith
                   ,
                   were
                   too
                   too
                   strong
                
                 
                   For
                   them
                   to
                   grapple
                   with
                   then
                   :
                   speedy
                   word
                
                 
                   Was
                   sent
                   their
                   Captain
                   ,
                   that
                   no
                   power
                   of
                   sword
                
                 
                   Could
                   e're
                   prevail
                   ;
                   it
                   was
                   in
                   vain
                   to
                   strive
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   stream
                   Romanus
                   yet
                   alive
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   ireful
                   Captain
                   ,
                   in
                   a
                   sume
                   ,
                   commands
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   be
                   deliver'd
                   to
                   his
                   hands
                   .
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   comes
                   ;
                   thus
                   did
                   the
                   Captain
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   art
                   thou
                   then
                   the
                   Author
                   of
                   this
                   fray
                   ?
                
                 
                   Art
                   thou
                   the
                   cause
                   why
                   thus
                   so
                   many
                   fall
                   ?
                
                 
                   By
                   Iove
                   I
                   swear
                   that
                   answer
                   for
                   them
                   all
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   ;
                   and
                   that
                   e're
                   thee
                   and
                   I
                   do
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   make
                   thee
                   undergo
                   the
                   self-same
                   smart
                
                 
                   Thou
                   do'st
                   encourage
                   others
                   to
                   abide
                   .
                
                 
                   Galerius
                   ceas'd
                   :
                   Romanus
                   thus
                   reply'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Tyrant
                   ,
                   I
                   hug
                   ,
                   and
                   willingly
                   embrace
                
                 
                   Thy
                   sentence
                   ;
                   know
                   ,
                   I
                   count
                   it
                   no
                   disgrace
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   for
                   my
                   dear
                   breth'ren
                   sacrific'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   worst
                   of
                   torments
                   that
                   can
                   be
                   devis'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Galerius
                   raging
                   at
                   this
                   answer
                   stout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Commands
                   his
                   men
                   to
                   truss
                   him
                   and
                   draw
                   out
                
                 
                 
                   His
                   bowels
                   .
                   Th'
                   executioners
                   defer
                
                 
                   Such
                   horrid
                   deeds
                   ,
                   and
                   say
                   ,
                   Not
                   so
                   good
                   Sir
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   of
                   noble
                   Parents
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   breath
                
                 
                   May
                   not
                   be
                   stop'd
                   by
                   an
                   ignoble
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                   Scourge
                   him
                   then
                   soundly
                   ,
                   let
                   your
                   yerking
                   lashes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Weighty
                   with
                   leaden
                   knobs
                   ,
                   cut
                   wounds
                   ,
                   and
                   gashes
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   Romanus
                   used
                   this
                   expression
                   ;
                
                 
                   Not
                   my
                   descent
                   ,
                   but
                   Christian-like
                   profession
                
                 
                   Nobilitateth
                   me
                   ;
                   be
                   not
                   therefore
                
                 
                   More
                   favourable
                   ,
                   but
                   inflict
                   the
                   more
                   :
                
                 
                   Your
                   Idol
                   worship
                   I
                   detest
                   ,
                   despise
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   your
                   superstitious
                   fooleries
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   his
                   sides
                   ,
                   his
                   naked
                   sides
                   ,
                   were
                   lanc'd
                
                 
                   This
                   bones
                   ;
                   yet
                   still
                   this
                   blessed
                   Saint
                   advanc'd
                
                 
                   The
                   living
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   Christ
                   ,
                   whom
                   he
                   hath
                   sent
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   were
                   his
                   teeth
                   struck
                   out
                   ,
                   for
                   this
                   intent
                
                 
                   He
                   might
                   not
                   speak
                   so
                   audibly
                   :
                   his
                   face
                
                 
                   Was
                   buffeted
                   ,
                   his
                   cheeks
                   were
                   slic'd
                   ;
                   nor
                   was
                
                 
                   This
                   all
                   ;
                   nails
                   tear
                   his
                   eyelids
                   :
                   from
                   his
                   chin
                
                 
                   They
                   pluck'd
                   his
                   beard
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   his
                   beard
                   the
                   skin
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   this
                   meek
                   Martyr
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   give
                   to
                   thee
                
                 
                   O
                   Captain
                   ,
                   thanks
                   ,
                   for
                   opening
                   wide
                   to
                   me
                
                 
                   So
                   many
                   mouths
                   ,
                   whereby
                   to
                   shew
                   the
                   power
                
                 
                   Of
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   Jesus
                   Christ
                   my
                   Saviour
                   :
                
                 
                   Look
                   Tyrant
                   look
                   ,
                   upon
                   my
                   various
                   wound
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   many
                   mouths
                   have
                   I
                   ,
                   Gods
                   praise
                   to
                   sound
                
                 
                   The
                   Captain
                   wond'ring
                   at
                   his
                   constancy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ceased
                   to
                   exercise
                   more
                   cruelty
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   menaced
                   to
                   burn
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   say
                
                 
                   Thy
                   cru'fi'd
                   Christ
                   is
                   but
                   of
                   yesterday
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Gentiles
                   gods
                   of
                   longer
                   standing
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   takes
                   occasion
                   to
                   declare
                
                 
                   Th'
                   eternity
                   of
                   Christ
                   :
                   of
                   seven
                   year
                   old
                
                 
                   Give
                   me
                   a
                   childe
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   what
                   he
                   'll
                   unfold
                
                 
                 
                   Listen
                   unto
                   :
                   From
                   out
                   the
                   gazing
                   throng
                
                 
                   A
                   pretty
                   boy
                   is
                   pick'd
                   :
                   Romanus
                   tongue
                
                 
                   Bespeaks
                   him
                   thus
                   ;
                   My
                   Lamb
                   ,
                   ought
                   we
                   not
                   rather
                
                 
                   To
                   worship
                   Christ
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   this
                   Christ
                   one
                   Father
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   a
                   plurality
                   of
                   Deities
                   ?
                
                 
                   Speak
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   a
                   good
                   boy
                   ,
                   speak
                   :
                   the
                   Child
                   replies
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   needs
                   must
                   be
                   but
                   one
                   God
                   we
                   conceive
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   there
                   are
                   more
                   ,
                   we
                   children
                   can't
                   believe
                   .
                
                 
                   Th'
                   amazed
                   Captain
                   said
                   ,
                   Young
                   villain
                   ,
                   where
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   whom
                   learn'dst
                   thou
                   this
                   ?
                   my
                   mother
                   dear
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   answer'd
                   ,
                   taught
                   it
                   me
                   ;
                   this
                   from
                   her
                   breast
                
                 
                   I
                   suck'd
                   in
                   with
                   my
                   milk
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   must
                   rest
                
                 
                   My
                   faith
                   in
                   Christ
                   alone
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   no
                   other
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   comes
                   rejoycingly
                   the
                   sent-for
                   mother
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   child
                   's
                   hors'd
                   up
                   and
                   scourg'd
                   ,
                   the
                   standers
                   by
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   wat'ry
                   eyes
                   behold
                   this
                   cruelty
                   ;
                
                 
                   While
                   the
                   glad
                   mother
                   ,
                   a
                   tear-less
                   Spectator
                
                 
                   Chides
                   her
                   sweet
                   babe
                   ,
                   for
                   asking
                   for
                   cold
                   water
                   :
                
                 
                   After
                   that
                   cup
                   she
                   chargeth
                   him
                   to
                   thirst
                
                 
                   The
                   babes
                   drank
                   of
                   ,
                   which
                   were
                   in
                   Bethlem
                   nurs'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Upon
                   my
                   blessing
                   ,
                   
                     I
                     saac
                  
                   record
                   ,
                
                 
                   Proff'ring
                   his
                   neck
                   unto
                   his
                   father's
                   sword
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   did
                   the
                   barbarous
                   tormentor
                   pull
                
                 
                   The
                   hair
                   ,
                   the
                   skin
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   ,
                   from
                   the
                   childs
                   scull
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   mother
                   cryes
                   ,
                   This
                   pain
                   will
                   soon
                   be
                   gon
                   ;
                
                 
                   Suffer
                   ,
                   my
                   child
                   ,
                   my
                   sweet-sac'd
                   child
                   ,
                   anon
                
                 
                   Thou
                   'lt
                   pass
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   who
                   will
                   adorn
                   thy
                   head
                
                 
                   With
                   an
                   eternal
                   crown
                   ,
                   a
                   crown
                   indeed
                   !
                
                 
                   Thus
                   doth
                   the
                   mother
                   chear
                   the
                   child
                   :
                   the
                   child
                
                 
                   Takes
                   heart
                   to
                   grass
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   his
                   pains
                   he
                   smil'd
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Tyrant
                   seeing
                   how
                   the
                   Child
                   stood
                   fast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Himself
                   subdu'd
                   ,
                   commands
                   him
                   to
                   be
                   cast
                
                 
                   Into
                   a
                   stinking
                   Dungeon
                   ,
                   whilst
                   that
                   pain
                
                 
                   Unto
                   Romanus
                   was
                   renew'd
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Romanus
                   is
                   drag'd
                   forth
                   ,
                   to
                   have
                   a
                   fresh
                
                 
                   Supply
                   of
                   stripes
                   ,
                   on
                   his
                   bemangled
                   flesh
                   .
                
                 
                   Discovering
                   the
                   bare
                   bones
                   ,
                   a
                   second
                   smart
                
                 
                   Augmenteth
                   each
                   already-wounded
                   part
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   was
                   this
                   yet
                   enough
                   ;
                   cut
                   ,
                   prick'd
                   ,
                   and
                   pounc'd
                
                 
                   He
                   suddenly
                   must
                   be
                   ;
                   then
                   was
                   denounc'd
                
                 
                   A
                   final
                   sentence
                   '
                   gainst
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   child
                   ;
                
                 
                   Both
                   must
                   be
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   their
                   torments
                   were
                   too
                   milde
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   tort'rers
                   did
                   too
                   favourably
                   deal
                   .
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   boldly
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                   appeal
                
                 
                   From
                   this
                   ungodly
                   sentence
                   of
                   thine
                   own
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   Christ
                   his
                   righteous
                   Tribunal
                   Throne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   is
                   an
                   upright
                   Judge
                   ;
                   not
                   that
                   I
                   fear
                
                 
                   Thy
                   merc'less
                   handling
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   I
                   more
                   can
                   bear
                
                 
                   Then
                   thou
                   canst
                   lay
                   upon
                   me
                   ;
                   but
                   that
                   I
                
                 
                   May
                   shew
                   thy
                   judgments
                   to
                   be
                   cruelty
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   childe
                   's
                   demanded
                   of
                   his
                   mother
                   ;
                   she
                   ,
                
                 
                   Embracing
                   it
                   ,
                   deliver'd
                   it
                   to
                   be
                
                 
                   Bereav'd
                   of
                   life
                   ;
                   and
                   when
                   the
                   fatal
                   stroke
                
                 
                   Was
                   given
                   ,
                   Farewel
                   ,
                   sweet
                   child
                   ,
                   Farewel
                   ,
                   she
                   spoke
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   All
                   praise
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   with
                   heart
                   and
                   word
                   ,
                
                 
                   Vnto
                   thy
                   name
                   we
                   render
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Saints
                   that
                   dye
                   ,
                   are
                   in
                   thine
                   eye
                
                 
                   Most
                   precious
                   ,
                   dear
                   ,
                   and
                   tender
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   childs
                   head
                   's
                   off
                   ,
                   the
                   mother
                   tender-hearted
                
                 
                   Enwrap'd
                   it
                   in
                   her
                   lap
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   departed
                   .
                
                 
                   Romanus
                   then
                   into
                   the
                   fire
                   is
                   flung
                   :
                
                 
                   A
                   storm
                   extinguish'd
                   it
                   ;
                   and
                   now
                   his
                   tongue
                
                 
                   Must
                   take
                   a
                   farewel
                   of
                   his
                   head
                   ;
                   his
                   neck
                
                 
                   Becomes
                   the
                   subject
                   of
                   a
                   halters
                   check
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Gordius
                   having
                   liv'd
                   a
                   certain
                   time
                
                 
                   In
                   deserts
                   ,
                   counted
                   it
                   at
                   last
                   a
                   crime
                
                 
                 
                   Not
                   to
                   endure
                   ;
                   he
                   therefore
                   when
                   a
                   game
                
                 
                   Was
                   celebrated
                   unto
                   Mars
                   ,
                   forth
                   came
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   up
                   in
                   a
                   conspicuous
                   place
                   b'ing
                   got
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   'm
                   found
                   of
                   those
                   that
                   sought
                   me
                   not
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   apprehended
                   ,
                   he
                   his
                   faith
                   confesses
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   the
                   midst
                   of
                   torment
                   this
                   expresses
                   :
                
                 
                   God
                   's
                   my
                   adjutor
                   ,
                   Ah!
                   why
                   should
                   I
                   than
                
                 
                   Fear
                   in
                   the
                   least
                   the
                   Tyranny
                   of
                   man
                   ?
                
                 
                   Nothing
                   shall
                   me
                   dismay
                   ,
                   that
                   can
                   fall
                   out
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   Lord
                   art
                   with
                   me
                   ,
                   fencing
                   me
                   about
                
                 
                   With
                   Bullwarks
                   of
                   thy
                   love
                   ;
                   thy
                   favour
                   still
                
                 
                   Surrounds
                   me
                   :
                   Ah!
                   how
                   can
                   I
                   then
                   fear
                   ill
                   ?
                
                 
                   These
                   torments
                   are
                   but
                   light
                   ,
                   which
                   I
                   endure
                   ;
                
                 
                   Let
                   heavier
                   come
                   .
                   Tormentors
                   ,
                   pray
                   procure
                
                 
                   Substantialler
                   then
                   these
                   ;
                   these
                   are
                   too
                   small
                   :
                
                 
                   Gibbits
                   ?
                   and
                   racks
                   ?
                   as
                   good
                   have
                   none
                   at
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   foul
                   means
                   could
                   not
                   shake
                   his
                   faith
                   in
                   Christ
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   was
                   by
                   specious
                   promises
                   entic'd
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   Gordius
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                   expect
                   in
                   heaven
                
                 
                   Greater
                   preferments
                   ,
                   then
                   on
                   earth
                   are
                   given
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   for
                   this
                   good
                   man
                   going
                   to
                   be
                   burn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   many
                   tender-hearted
                   persons
                   mourn'd
                   !
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   he
                   thus
                   ;
                   Let
                   not
                   your
                   brimfill'd-eyes
                
                 
                   Weep
                   showres
                   for
                   me
                   ,
                   but
                   for
                   God's
                   enemies
                   ;
                
                 
                   VVho
                   make
                   a
                   fire
                   for
                   us
                   ,
                   But
                   in
                   conclusion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Purchase
                   a
                   greater
                   to
                   their
                   own
                   confusion
                   :
                
                 
                   O
                   weep
                   for
                   them
                   ,
                   or
                   none
                   ;
                   good
                   people
                   curb
                
                 
                   Those
                   gliding
                   streams
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                   not
                   thus
                   disturb
                
                 
                   My
                   calmed
                   minde
                   :
                   for
                   truely
                   I
                   could
                   bear
                
                 
                   A
                   thousand
                   deaths
                   for
                   Christ
                   ,
                   and
                   never
                   fear
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   pity'd
                   him
                   ,
                   while
                   others
                   ,
                   standing
                   by
                   ,
                
                 
                   Perswade
                   him
                   to
                   deny
                   Christ
                   verbally
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   himself
                   reserve
                   his
                   conscience
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   tongue
                   ,
                   said
                   he
                   ,
                   will
                   under
                   no
                   pretence
                
                 
                 
                   Deny
                   its
                   donor
                   :
                   unto
                   righteousness
                
                 
                   Our
                   hearts
                   believe
                   ,
                   but
                   't
                   is
                   our
                   tongues
                   confess
                
                 
                   Unto
                   salvation
                   ;
                   O
                   let
                   me
                   excite
                
                 
                   You
                   all
                   to
                   suffer
                   for
                   a
                   cause
                   so
                   right
                   :
                
                 
                   Good
                   folks
                   ,
                   fulfill
                   a
                   dying
                   mans
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   said
                   ,
                   he
                   ceas'd
                   ,
                   and
                   leap'd
                   into
                   the
                   fire
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Menas
                   ,
                   an
                   Egyptian
                   born
                   and
                   bred
                   ,
                
                 
                   Leaving
                   his
                   temporal
                   subsistence
                   ,
                   led
                
                 
                   A
                   solitary
                   life
                   ,
                   in
                   desert
                   places
                   ;
                
                 
                   Where
                   he
                   might
                   wholly
                   exercise
                   his
                   graces
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   fasting
                   ,
                   prayer
                   ,
                   meditation
                   ,
                   fit
                
                 
                   And
                   dil
                   '
                   gent
                   reading
                   of
                   the
                   sacred
                   Writ
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   return'd
                   to
                   
                     Cot
                     is
                  
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   croud
                
                 
                   Were
                   at
                   their
                   pastimes
                   ,
                   he
                   proclaim'd
                   aloud
                
                 
                   Himself
                   to
                   be
                   a
                   Christian
                   :
                   then
                   surpriz'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   faith
                   in
                   God
                   more
                   boldly
                   he
                   agniz'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Torments
                   ensu'd
                   ;
                   no
                   torments
                   could
                   revoke
                
                 
                   His
                   minde
                   ,
                   but
                   thus
                   he
                   confidently
                   spoke
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   my
                   minde
                   ,
                   nothing
                   comparable
                   is
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   enjoyment
                   of
                   eternal
                   bliss
                   :
                
                 
                   Nay
                   ,
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   if
                   put
                   into
                   one
                   scale
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   lighter
                   then
                   one
                   soul
                   :
                   VVho
                   can
                   prevail
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   disunite
                   us
                   from
                   the
                   love
                   of
                   Christ
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   tribulation
                   ?
                   anguish
                   ?
                   he
                   's
                   the
                   high'st
                   ;
                
                 
                   To
                   him
                   will
                   I
                   look
                   up
                   ;
                   he
                   bids
                   me
                   fear
                   not
                
                 
                   Those
                   that
                   can
                   kill
                   me
                   bodily
                   ,
                   but
                   are
                   not
                
                 
                   Able
                   to
                   hurt
                   the
                   soul
                   :
                   but
                   fear
                   him
                   who
                
                 
                   Hath
                   pow'r
                   to
                   slay
                   the
                   soul
                   and
                   body
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fling
                   them
                   into
                   hell
                   .
                   Having
                   receiv'd
                
                 
                   The
                   final
                   sentence
                   ,
                   up
                   to
                   heaven
                   he
                   heav'd
                
                 
                   His
                   eyes
                   ,
                   hands
                   ,
                   heart
                   ,
                   and
                   said
                   :
                   O
                   Lord
                   my
                   maker
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thanks
                   be
                   to
                   thee
                   ,
                   in
                   that
                   I
                   am
                   partaker
                
                 
                   Of
                   Christ
                   his
                   precious
                   blood
                   :
                   thou
                   hast
                   not
                   let
                
                 
                   My
                   foes
                   devour
                   me
                   ,
                   but
                   hast
                   beset
                
                 
                 
                   My
                   heav'n-fix'd
                   soul
                   with
                   such
                   true
                   constancy
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   in
                   the
                   faith
                   I
                   liv'd
                   ,
                   for
                   that
                   I
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   lift
                   up
                   axe
                   ,
                   upon
                   his
                   neck
                   falls
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   he
                   lost
                   his
                   head
                   ,
                   but
                   found
                   a
                   Crown
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Portugal
                   a
                   Noble
                   Virgin
                   nam'd
                
                 
                   Eulalia
                   ,
                   of
                   twelve
                   years
                   old
                   ,
                   enflam'd
                
                 
                   With
                   holy
                   zeal
                   ,
                   most
                   earnestly
                   desir'd
                
                 
                   To
                   suffer
                   death
                   ,
                   and
                   heartily
                   requir'd
                
                 
                   The
                   blest
                   assistance
                   of
                   Gods
                   willing
                   arm
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   faith
                   all
                   her
                   corruptions
                   to
                   charm
                   :
                
                 
                   Her
                   godly
                   Parents
                   ,
                   fearing
                   she
                   should
                   come
                
                 
                   T'antimely
                   death
                   ,
                   did
                   keep
                   her
                   close
                   at
                   home
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   (
                   not
                   brooking
                   long
                   delay
                   )
                   by
                   night
                
                 
                   Stole
                   out
                   of
                   doors
                   ,
                   by
                   that
                   time
                   it
                   was
                   light
                
                 
                   She
                   came
                   into
                   the
                   City
                   ,
                   and
                   appearing
                
                 
                   Before
                   the
                   Judge
                   ,
                   spake
                   boldly
                   in
                   his
                   hearing
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   ,
                   no
                   Shame
                   in
                   you
                   ?
                   will
                   you
                   still
                   be
                   bent
                
                 
                   To
                   shoot
                   your
                   arrowes
                   at
                   the
                   innocent
                   ?
                
                 
                   Never
                   have
                   done
                   (
                   because
                   no
                   power
                   controuls
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   break
                   their
                   bodies
                   ,
                   and
                   afflict
                   their
                   souls
                   ?
                
                 
                   Are
                   you
                   desirous
                   what
                   I
                   am
                   to
                   know
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   a
                   Christian
                   ,
                   and
                   an
                   open
                   foe
                
                 
                   Unto
                   your
                   diabolick
                   sacrifices
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   your
                   Idols
                   ,
                   them
                   my
                   soul
                   despises
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   aknowledge
                   ,
                   with
                   my
                   voice
                   and
                   hert
                   ,
                
                 
                   Th'all-powerfull
                   God
                   :
                   Hangman
                   ,
                   in
                   ev'ry
                   part
                
                 
                   Come
                   cut
                   and
                   mangle
                   me
                   ,
                   dishead
                   me
                   ,
                   burn
                   me
                   ;
                
                 
                   What
                   ever
                   thou
                   canst
                   do
                   ,
                   shall
                   never
                   turn
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Alas
                   !
                   alas
                   !
                   my
                   flesh
                   is
                   too
                   too
                   weak
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   may
                   be
                   conquer'd
                   ;
                   thou
                   maist
                   eas'ly
                   break
                
                 
                   This
                   brittle
                   Casket
                   :
                   but
                   my
                   inward
                   minde
                
                 
                   A
                   jewel
                   is
                   which
                   thou
                   shalt
                   never
                   finde
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   thus
                   the
                   angry
                   Judge
                   ;
                   Here
                   Hangman
                   ,
                   take
                   her
                   ,
                
                 
                   Drag
                   her
                   out
                   by
                   the
                   hair
                   ,
                   to
                   torments
                   ;
                   make
                   her
                
                 
                 
                   Be
                   sensible
                   of
                   what
                   our
                   Gods
                   can
                   do
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   we
                   :
                   But
                   yet
                   before
                   thou
                   undergo
                
                 
                   A
                   miserable
                   end
                   ,
                   O
                   sturdy
                   girle
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'de
                   fain
                   have
                   thee
                   recant
                   ;
                   life
                   is
                   a
                   pearl
                
                 
                   Too
                   precious
                   to
                   lose
                   :
                   call
                   but
                   to
                   minde
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Noble
                   Birth
                   ,
                   and
                   be
                   not
                   so
                   unkinde
                
                 
                   To
                   thine
                   own
                   self
                   as
                   to
                   neglect
                   thy
                   fortune
                   ;
                
                 
                   Methinks
                   the
                   glist'ring
                   Bride-bed
                   should
                   importune
                
                 
                   Thee
                   to
                   preserve
                   thy
                   life
                   :
                   bar
                   not
                   thine
                   ears
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   be
                   entreated
                   by
                   thy
                   Parents
                   tears
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   to
                   contemn
                   th'
                   Aurora
                   of
                   thy
                   time
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   flower
                   of
                   thy
                   youth
                   is
                   in
                   its
                   prime
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wilt
                   thou
                   slight
                   it
                   now
                   ?
                   well
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Know
                   ,
                   that
                   to
                   make
                   thee
                   answer
                   for
                   thy
                   guilt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Engines
                   are
                   ready
                   ;
                   if
                   thou
                   l't
                   not
                   be
                   turn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   beheaded
                   be
                   ,
                   or
                   rack'd
                   ,
                   or
                   burn'd
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   a
                   small
                   matter
                   is
                   't
                   ,
                   not
                   worth
                   this
                   strife
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   strew
                   incense
                   ?
                   yet
                   that
                   shall
                   save
                   thy
                   life
                   .
                
                 
                   Eulalia
                   not
                   reply'd
                   ,
                   but
                   spurn'd
                   abroad
                
                 
                   The
                   incense
                   heaps
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   with
                   spittle
                   load
                
                 
                   The
                   tyrants
                   face
                   :
                   the
                   Hangmaa
                   having
                   retch'd
                   her
                   ;
                
                 
                   With
                   wilde-beasts
                   talons
                   to
                   the
                   hard
                   bones
                   scratch'd
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   ceas'd
                   not
                   to
                   praise
                   the
                   Lord
                   ,
                   and
                   prize
                   (
                   her
                   .
                
                 
                   Th'
                   attainment
                   of
                   these
                   sublime
                   dignities
                   .
                
                 
                   VVith
                   th'
                   iron
                   grate
                   her
                   mangled
                   body's
                   gor'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   brests
                   ,
                   with
                   flaming
                   torches
                   are
                   devour'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   long
                   hair
                   set
                   on
                   fire
                   :
                   she
                   opened
                   wide
                
                 
                   Her
                   mouth
                   ,
                   and
                   sucked
                   in
                   the
                   flame
                   ,
                   and
                   di'd
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Judge
                   told
                   Agues
                   ,
                   if
                   she
                   did
                   refuse
                
                 
                   To
                   sacrifice
                   ,
                   there
                   was
                   a
                   common
                   stews
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   she
                   should
                   :
                   the
                   chast
                   religious
                   maid
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   flock'd-lascivious
                   youngsters
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Christ
                   will
                   not
                   suffer
                   this
                   (
                   I
                   tell
                   you
                   true
                   )
                
                 
                   This
                   spotless
                   soul
                   to
                   be
                   defil'd
                   by
                   you
                
                 
                 
                   By
                   you
                   base
                   slaves
                   to
                   lust
                   :
                   then
                   was
                   she
                   plac'd
                
                 
                   Naked
                   i'ch'street
                   ,
                   and
                   publickly
                   disgrac'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Amongst
                   the
                   rest
                   ,
                   one
                   scoffing
                   at
                   her
                   shame
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   flame
                   like
                   to
                   a
                   flash
                   of
                   lightning
                   came
                
                 
                   And
                   struck
                   out
                   both
                   his
                   eyes
                   ;
                   he
                   falling
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   wallow
                   in
                   the
                   dirt
                   ,
                   while
                   she
                   did
                   crown
                
                 
                   Her
                   soul
                   in
                   praising
                   God
                   :
                   the
                   Judge
                   sends
                   word
                
                 
                   To
                   th'executioner
                   to
                   sheath
                   his
                   sword
                
                 
                   In
                   her
                   warm
                   bowels
                   ;
                   Agnes
                   maketh
                   hast
                
                 
                   To
                   meet
                   with
                   him
                   ;
                   she
                   cannot
                   run
                   so
                   fast
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   this
                   (
                   said
                   she
                   )
                   this
                   ,
                   this
                   is
                   he
                   whom
                   I
                
                 
                   Am
                   taken
                   with
                   :
                   I
                   long
                   ,
                   I
                   long
                   to
                   die
                   :
                
                 
                   My
                   brest
                   stands
                   fair
                   ;
                   thrust
                   souldier
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   glitt'ring
                   rapier
                   up
                   unto
                   the
                   hilt
                   .
                
                 
                   Dear
                   Father
                   open
                   wide
                   the
                   gates
                   of
                   heaven
                
                 
                   To
                   entertain
                   my
                   soul
                   :
                   her
                   life
                   's
                   bereaven
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XV.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Christians
                 in
                 Perfia
                 ,
                 under
                 Sapores
                 ,
                 about
                 the
                 same
                 time
                 .
              
               
                 ANd
                 now
                 the
                 Persian
                 Magicians
                 bring
              
               
                 In
                 accusations
                 ,
                 to
                 Sapores
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Christians
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 adhering
              
               
                 To
                 
                   Constantine
                   the
                   Great
                
                 ,
                 (
                 a
                 crime
                 past
                 cleering
                 .
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 incens'd
                 herewith
                 ,
                 with
                 taxes
                 ,
                 fines
                 ,
              
               
                 Oppress'd
                 them
                 sore
                 ,
                 and
                 killed
                 their
                 Divines
                 :
              
               
                 Simeon
                 their
                 Priest
                 was
                 into
                 prison
                 sent
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 slighting
                 Idol-gods
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 Vsthazares
                 (
                 a
                 Christian
                 of
                 late
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 sall'n
                 away
                 )
                 who
                 at
                 the
                 Court-gate
                 sate
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Espying
                 him
                 led
                 by
                 ,
                 obeysance
                 did
                 him
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 Simeon
                 for
                 Apostatizing
                 chid
                 him
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 conscious
                 Eunuch
                 suddenly
                 let
                 fall
              
               
                 A
                 briny
                 showre
                 ;
                 his
                 costly
                 garments
                 all
              
               
                 Laid
                 by
                 ,
                 he
                 mourn'd
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 dejected
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 Deplored
                 thus
                 his
                 lamentable
                 case
                 :
              
               
                 Ah
                 me
                 !
                 with
                 what
                 a
                 brazen
                 brow
                 shall
                 I
              
               
                 Look
                 upon
                 God
                 ,
                 see'ng
                 Simeon
                 doth
                 deny
              
               
                 His
                 kinde
                 salute
                 ?
                 He
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 must
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 gently
                 ask'd
                 him
                 why
                 he
                 mourned
                 so
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 in
                 my
                 Palace
                 thou
                 want'st
                 any
                 thing
              
               
                 Speak
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 the
                 honour
                 of
                 a
                 King
              
               
                 It
                 shall
                 be
                 thine
                 :
                 that
                 tolerable
                 were
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Ah!
                 who
                 can
                 a
                 wounded
                 spirit
                 bear
                 ?
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 this
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 )
                 that
                 acerbates
                 my
                 woe
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 live
                 ,
                 who
                 should
                 have
                 dyed
                 long
                 agoe
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 Sun
                 I
                 see
                 ,
                 to
                 which
                 I
                 seem'd
                 to
                 bow
              
               
                 Thereby
                 denying
                 Christ
                 ,
                 to
                 pleasure
                 you
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 'll
                 take
                 a
                 solemn
                 vow
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 adore
              
               
                 The
                 great
                 Creator
                 ,
                 not
                 the
                 Creature
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 adjudged
                 him
                 to
                 lose
                 his
                 head
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 at
                 his
                 death
                 at
                 his
                 request
                 't
                 was
                 spread
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 's
                 one
                 that
                 suffers
                 not
                 for
                 any
                 treason
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 religion
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 other
                 reason
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 which
                 disheartened
                 had
                 bin
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 Apostacy
                 he
                 sought
                 to
                 win
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 profession
                 and
                 example
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 new
                 courage
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 undergo
              
               
                 The
                 like
                 if
                 need
                 requir'd
                 .
                 Good
                 Simeon
              
               
                 Rejoyc'd
                 ,
                 and
                 prais'd
                 the
                 Lord
                 for
                 what
                 was
                 don
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 the
                 next
                 Sun
                 had
                 rais'd
                 them
                 from
                 their
                 beds
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 and
                 a
                 hundred
                 more
                 all
                 lost
                 their
                 heads
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 decreed
                 ,
                 no
                 mercy
                 should
                 be
                 us'd
              
               
                 To
                 them
                 which
                 to
                 adore
                 the
                 Sun
                 refus'd
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 sword
                 rang'd
                 over
                 all
                 the
                 Persian
                 bounds
                 ;
              
               
                 Devour'd
                 whole
                 Cities
                 ,
                 and
                 unpeopled
                 towns
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 brief
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 ,
                 during
                 Sapore's
                 reign
              
               
                 Were
                 more
                 then
                 sixteen
                 thousand
                 Christians
                 slain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XVI
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Churches
                 Persecution
                 under
                 Julian
                 the
                 Apostata
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 365.
                 
              
               
                 NO
                 sooner
                 was
                 Constantius
                 deceas'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Julian
                 his
                 nephew
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 West
                 and
                 East
              
               
                 Is
                 made
                 sole
                 Emperour
                 :
                 he
                 from
                 his
                 youth
              
               
                 Was
                 well
                 instructed
                 in
                 religion's
                 truth
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 good
                 behaviour
                 and
                 ingenious
                 parts
                 ,
              
               
                 Made
                 him
                 a
                 Load-stone
                 to
                 attract
                 all
                 hearts
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 brief
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 (
                 what
                 's
                 difficult
                 to
                 finde
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 rare
                 endowments
                 of
                 a
                 vertuous
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 Apostatiz'd
                 :
                 Satan
                 his
                 tutor
                 ,
              
               
                 Learn'd
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 Churches
                 persecutor
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 op'd
                 the
                 Idol
                 -
                 Fanes
                 ,
                 lock'd
                 up
                 before
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 the
                 Christian
                 faith
                 grew
                 more
                 and
                 more
              
               
                 By
                 torments
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 pityful
                 and
                 mild
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 his
                 gifts
                 and
                 flatteries
                 beguil'd
              
               
                 The
                 weaker
                 sort
                 ,
                 who
                 avarous
                 of
                 gaia
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 drawn
                 aside
                 :
                 he
                 also
                 did
                 ordain
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 none
                 professing
                 Christianitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Master
                 of
                 any
                 Art
                 should
                 dare
                 to
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 any
                 Officer
                 :
                 he
                 did
                 suborn
              
               
                 Jesters
                 ,
                 to
                 load
                 them
                 with
                 contempt
                 and
                 scorn
                 :
              
               
               
                 Himself
                 put
                 none
                 to
                 death
                 ;
                 yet
                 did
                 the
                 crew
              
               
                 Of
                 Heathenish
                 Idolaters
                 imbrew
              
               
                 Their
                 hands
                 in
                 Christian
                 gore
                 ,
                 brain'd
                 them
                 with
                 stones
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tore
                 the
                 flesh
                 from
                 off
                 their
                 naked
                 bones
                 ;
              
               
                 Drench'd
                 some
                 in
                 scalding
                 water
                 ;
                 some
                 were
                 stipp'd
              
               
                 Stark
                 naked
                 ;
                 others
                 had
                 their
                 bellies
                 rip'd
              
               
                 And
                 stuff'd
                 with
                 barly
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 greedy
                 swine
              
               
                 To
                 champ
                 upon
                 ;
                 while
                 some
                 with
                 famine
                 pine
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 smear'd
                 with
                 honey
                 up
                 against
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 baskets
                 hung
                 ,
                 for
                 VVasps
                 to
                 feed
                 upon
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 children
                 neither
                 spar'd
                 father
                 nor
                 mother
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 parents
                 chil'ren
                 ;
                 no
                 nor
                 brother
                 brother
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 flesh-deprived
                 bones
                 of
                 some
                 were
                 mix'd
              
               
                 VVith
                 asses
                 bones
                 :
                 here
                 hangs
                 on
                 crucifix'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 's
                 one
                 drag'd
                 about
                 the
                 streets
                 ;
                 a
                 third
              
               
                 Is
                 taken
                 captive
                 like
                 a
                 twiglim'd
                 bird
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 Julian
                 sacrific'd
                 to
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 one
              
               
                 Maris
                 ,
                 Bishop
                 of
                 blind-ey'd
                 Chaleedon
                 ,
              
               
                 Sharply
                 rebuk'd
                 him
                 ,
                 call'd
                 him
                 impious
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Apostate
                 ,
                 Atheist
                 :
                 to
                 whom
                 Julian
              
               
                 Retorts
                 ,
                 Blind
                 fool
                 ,
                 thy
                 God
                 of
                 Galiles
              
               
                 VVill
                 not
                 restore
                 thy
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 thee
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 Maris
                 reply'd
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 not
                 so
                 unkinde
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 not
                 to
                 thank
                 my
                 God
                 which
                 made
                 me
                 bliade
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 that
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 (
                 turn'd
                 from
                 a
                 better
                 fight
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Upon
                 thy
                 so
                 ungracious
                 face
                 should
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 Cyrillus
                 ,
                 Deacon
                 in
                 
                   Hier
                   apolis
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Demolished
                 the
                 Gentiles
                 Images
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 took
                 ,
                 his
                 belly
                 's
                 rip'd
                 ,
                 his
                 liver
                 drawn
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 teeth
                 is
                 gnawn
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 little
                 tract
                 of
                 time
                 b'ing
                 wheel'd
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 tongues
                 were
                 rocted
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 teeth
                 fell
                 out
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 loose
                 sockecs
                 ;
                 their
                 blind
                 eyes
                 no
                 more
              
               
                 Beheld
                 the
                 objects
                 they
                 beheld
                 before
                 .
              
               
               
                 While
                 of
                 
                   Apollo's
                   Delphick
                
                 Oracle
              
               
                 Julian
                 enquir'd
                 ,
                 a
                 flash
                 of
                 lightning
                 fell
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 collided
                 clouds
                 ,
                 which
                 overturn'd
              
               
                 The
                 Temple
                 ,
                 and
                 Apollo's
                 Image
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fines
                 were
                 more
                 then
                 they
                 were
                 sessed
                 at
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 scoff'd
                 them
                 thus
                 ;
                 You
                 ought
                 to
                 undergo
              
               
                 All
                 wrongs
                 :
                 does
                 not
                 your
                 God
                 command
                 you
                 so
                 ?
              
               
                 Ath'nafius
                 said
                 ,
                 This
                 persecution
              
               
                 Is
                 but
                 a
                 little
                 cloud
                 ,
                 
                 't
                 will
                 soon
                 be
                 gon
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XVII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Churches
                 Persecution
                 under
                 the
                 Arrian
                 Hereticks
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 An.
                 Christi
                 339.
                 
              
               
                 GReat
                 Constantine
                 ,
                 a
                 while
                 before
                 he
                 dy'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Amongst
                 his
                 sons
                 did
                 equally
                 divide
              
               
                 His
                 Empire
                 ;
                 to
                 the
                 rule
                 he
                 did
                 assigne
              
               
                 Constantius
                 ,
                 Constans
                 ,
                 and
                 Constantine
                 :
              
               
                 Constantius
                 ,
                 that
                 governed
                 the
                 East
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 soon
                 seduced
                 by
                 an
                 Arrian
                 priest
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 him
                 inform'd
                 ,
                 that
                 Athanasius
              
               
                 Return
                 from
                 exile
                 was
                 pernicious
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 publick
                 good
                 :
                 incensed
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Emp'rour
                 sent
                 five
                 thousand
                 armed
                 men
              
               
                 To
                 cut
                 him
                 short
                 :
                 the
                 Church
                 was
                 round
                 beset
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 from
                 them
                 mirac'loufly
                 did
                 get
                 ;
              
               
                 Though
                 many
                 Arrians
                 cast
                 their
                 eyes
                 about
              
               
                 For
                 this
                 intent
                 ,
                 t'indigitate
                 him
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 much
                 unlike
                 a
                 sheep
                 ordain'd
                 for
                 slaughter
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 could
                 this
                 good
                 man
                 live
                 in
                 quiet
                 after
                 ,
              
               
               
                 In
                 banishment
                 till
                 he
                 was
                 forc'd
                 to
                 hide
              
               
                 In
                 a
                 deep
                 pit
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 no
                 light
                 espide
              
               
                 For
                 twice
                 three
                 years
                 ;
                 and
                 at
                 last
                 by
                 a
                 maid
              
               
                 That
                 us'd
                 to
                 bring
                 him
                 food
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 betraid
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 God's
                 directing
                 spirit
                 did
                 befriend
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 scap'd
                 ,
                 before
                 they
                 came
                 to
                 apprehend
                 him
                 .
              
               
                 Thirty
                 Egyptian
                 Bishops
                 slain
                 ;
                 twice
                 seven
              
               
                 Were
                 banished
                 ;
                 some
                 in
                 their
                 way
                 took
                 heaven
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Alexandria
                 (
                 the
                 Arrians
                 urg'd
                 )
              
               
                 Twice
                 twenty
                 Orthodox
                 Divines
                 were
                 scourg'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Emperour
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 approaching
                 death
                 ,
              
               
                 Griev'd
                 for
                 his
                 changing
                 of
                 the
                 Nicene
                 faith
                 .
              
               
                 Valens
                 held
                 on
                 these
                 damnable
                 designs
              
               
                 '
                 Gainst
                 Christians
                 ;
                 fourscore
                 eminent
                 Divines
              
               
                 He
                 ship'd
                 ,
                 and
                 fir'd
                 ;
                 so
                 they
                 resign'd
                 their
                 breath
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 patient
                 suffering
                 of
                 a
                 double
                 death
                 .
              
               
                 Many
                 he
                 caused
                 to
                 be
                 crush'd
                 to
                 shivers
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 to
                 be
                 drown'd
                 i'
                 ch'
                 Sea
                 ,
                 others
                 in
                 rivers
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 in
                 the
                 desarts
                 wandred
                 up
                 and
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 Cloathed
                 in
                 sheeps-skins
                 ,
                 pityed
                 by
                 none
                 :
              
               
                 While
                 other-some
                 ,
                 (
                 so
                 put
                 unto
                 their
                 shifts
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Lurked
                 in
                 dens
                 and
                 hollow
                 rocky
                 clifts
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 this
                 Tyrant
                 from
                 the
                 Goths
                 did
                 fly
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 fir'd
                 a
                 village
                 o're
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 whereby
              
               
                 He
                 miserably
                 dy'd
                 :
                 unto
                 his
                 name
              
               
                 Leaving
                 behind
                 a
                 monument
                 of
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 by
                 the
                 Donatists
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 410.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 Donatists
                 ,
                 and
                 Circumcellions
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Sun-burnt
                 Affrick
                 ,
                 rais'd
                 rebellions
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Orthodox
                 ,
                 innumerable
                 wrongs
              
               
                 Lay
                 under
                 ;
                 Bishops
                 lost
                 their
                 hands
                 and
                 tongues
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 others
                 ,
                 that
                 remain'd
                 sincere
                 and
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 barbrous
                 outrage
                 either
                 hang'd
                 or
                 drown'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 goods
                 are
                 plunder'd
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 houses
                 turn'd
              
               
                 To
                 heaps
                 of
                 eindars
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 Fanes
                 are
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 sacred
                 Scriptures
                 are
                 by
                 flames
                 devour'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Wives
                 are
                 defil'd
                 ,
                 and
                 Virgins
                 are
                 deflour'd
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 ever
                 these
                 profane
                 Schisma
                 ticks
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 holy
                 things
                 profan'd
                 ;
                 nor
                 was
                 't
                 a
                 shame
              
               
                 Counted
                 amongst
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 grace
                 ,
                 to
                 feed
              
               
                 Their
                 mungrell
                 currs
                 with
                 Sacramental
                 bread
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 God's
                 just
                 judgements
                 did
                 not
                 long
                 forbear
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Dogs
                 run
                 mad
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 own
                 Masters
                 tear
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 furious
                 persons
                 ,
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 stocks
              
               
                 The
                 godly
                 Christians
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Orthodox
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 Affrick
                 o're
                 ,
                 they
                 empty
                 out
                 their
                 gall
                 ,
              
               
                 Destroying
                 many
                 ,
                 and
                 affrighting
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XIX
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 Affrick
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 Arrian
                 Vandales
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 427.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 Vandales
                 ,
                 under
                 Genserick's
                 command
              
               
                 Remov'd
                 their
                 Quarters
                 from
                 th'
                 Iberian
                 land
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 march'd
                 to
                 Affrick
                 :
                 as
                 along
                 they
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 Cut
                 down
                 the
                 shrubs
                 ,
                 which
                 yeilded
                 aliment
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 dispersed
                 Saints
                 ;
                 what
                 e're
                 they
                 found
              
               
                 Unruin'd
                 ,
                 they
                 laid
                 level
                 with
                 the
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Min'sters
                 sinking
                 underneath
                 their
                 loads
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 pricked
                 forward
                 with
                 sharp-pointed
                 goads
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 (
                 until
                 they
                 crack'd
                 again
                 )
                 their
                 legs
              
               
                 Wrested
                 with
                 bow-strings
                 :
                 grease
                 and
                 oily
                 dregs
                 ,
              
               
                 Salt-water
                 ,
                 stinking
                 mire
                 ,
                 and
                 Vinegar
                 ,
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 mouths
                 of
                 others
                 forced
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Reverend
                 gray
                 hairs
                 ,
                 from
                 them
                 obtain'd
              
               
                 No
                 mercy
                 :
                 as
                 for
                 infants
                 ,
                 they
                 were
                 brain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 torn
                 in
                 pieces
                 from
                 the
                 fundament
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Carthaginian
                 Senators
                 were
                 sent
              
               
                 To
                 wander
                 in
                 exile
                 ;
                 without
                 respect
              
               
                 To
                 sex
                 ,
                 or
                 age
                 ,
                 the
                 Roman
                 City's
                 sack'd
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 A
                 sceation-day
                 ,
                 a
                 Christian
                 train
              
               
                 Meeting
                 at
                 Church
                 ,
                 were
                 by
                 these
                 her'ticks
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 a
                 Noble
                 man
                 ,
                 nam'd
                 Saturus
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Tyrant
                 seeing
                 him
                 ,
                 bespake
                 him
                 thus
                 :
              
               
                 Y'
                 had
                 best
                 to
                 execute
                 my
                 just
                 commands
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 you
                 shall
                 forfeit
                 else
                 ,
                 your
                 house
                 and
                 lands
                 ;
              
               
                 Your
                 wife
                 shall
                 marry
                 one
                 that
                 drives
                 the
                 plow
                 ;
              
               
                 Your
                 children
                 shall
                 be
                 sold
                 :
                 nor
                 did
                 this
                 bow
              
               
               
                 The
                 good
                 mans
                 faith
                 ;
                 his
                 wife
                 hearing
                 her
                 doom
              
               
                 Was
                 to
                 be
                 marry'd
                 to
                 a
                 scurvy
                 groom
                 ,
              
               
                 Runs
                 to
                 her
                 husband
                 doth
                 her
                 fine
                 clothes
                 tear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rends
                 from
                 off
                 her
                 head
                 her
                 curious
                 hair
                 ;
              
               
                 Her
                 brood
                 of
                 children
                 hanging
                 at
                 her
                 heels
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 suckling
                 in
                 her
                 arms
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 she
                 kneels
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 (
                 my
                 deatest
                 )
                 Oh
                 some
                 pity
                 take
              
               
                 On
                 thy
                 poor
                 wife
                 :
                 O
                 for
                 the
                 Lord
                 Chrift's
                 sake
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 thy
                 bantlings
                 under
                 slav'ry
                 tire
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 me
                 be
                 linked
                 to
                 a
                 filthy
                 Squire
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 rul'd
                 ,
                 sweet
                 heart
                 ,
                 if
                 by
                 constraint
                 th'
                 art
                 brought
              
               
                 To
                 act
                 amiss
                 ,
                 thine
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 the
                 fault
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 thus
                 ;
                 Thou
                 speakest
                 like
                 a
                 foolish
                 wife
                 ,
              
               
                 Acting
                 the
                 Devils
                 part
                 ;
                 thy
                 husbands
                 life
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 didst
                 dearly
                 tender
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 ,
              
               
                 Entice
                 him
                 so
                 to
                 fin
                 ,
                 thou
                 never
                 wouldst
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 will
                 procure
                 a
                 second
                 death
                 to
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Worse
                 then
                 the
                 first
                 ;
                 I
                 am
                 resolv'd
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Obedient
                 therefore
                 to
                 my
                 Gods
                 commands
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 quite
                 forsake
                 wife
                 ,
                 children
                 ,
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 lands
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 b'his
                 Disciple
                 .
                 Scarce
                 these
                 words
                 were
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 despoil'd
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 sent
                 about
              
               
                 The
                 Country
                 begging
                 .
                 Genserick
                 being
                 dead
                 :
              
               
                 Hunrick
                 succeeded
                 in
                 his
                 fathers
                 stead
                 .
              
               
                 Well
                 night
                 five
                 thousand
                 that
                 did
                 Christ
                 profess
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 banished
                 into
                 the
                 wilderness
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 made
                 his
                 Courtiers
                 dig
                 the
                 earth
                 for
                 corn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 brought
                 the
                 women
                 into
                 publick
                 scorn
                 .
              
               
                 Mothers
                 their
                 little
                 children
                 followed
                 ,
              
               
                 Right
                 glad
                 that
                 Martyrs
                 they
                 had
                 born
                 and
                 bred
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 leading
                 by
                 the
                 hand
                 her
                 little
                 Son
                 ,
              
               
                 Hasting
                 t'oretake
                 them
                 ,
                 said
                 ,
                 Run
                 Sirrah
                 ,
                 run
                 ;
              
               
                 Seest
                 how
                 the
                 Saints
                 do
                 trudge
                 along
                 ?
                 how
                 fast
              
               
                 They
                 make
                 unto
                 their
                 crown
                 ?
                 hast
                 ,
                 sirrah
                 ,
                 haft
                 .
              
               
               
                 She
                 's
                 thus
                 rebuk'd
                 :
                 How
                 now
                 ?
                 why
                 do
                 you
                 go
              
               
                 So
                 speedy
                 ?
                 woman
                 ,
                 whither
                 haste
                 you
                 so
                 ?
              
               
                 She
                 thus
                 reply'd
                 ;
                 Good
                 folks
                 pray
                 pray
                 for
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 go
                 to
                 exile
                 with
                 this
                 child
                 you
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 fear
                 the
                 enemies
                 corrupt
                 his
                 youth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 mislead
                 him
                 from
                 the
                 wayes
                 of
                 truth
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 the
                 Saints
                 went
                 along
                 to
                 banishment
                 ,
              
               
                 Multitudes
                 follow'd
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 one
                 consent
              
               
                 Flinging
                 their
                 children
                 down
                 ,
                 did
                 this
                 express
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 must
                 we
                 then
                 be
                 wedded
                 to
                 distress
                 ?
              
               
                 While
                 you
                 haste
                 to
                 your
                 crown
                 ,
                 what
                 will
                 become
              
               
                 Of
                 us
                 (
                 poor
                 wretches
                 as
                 we
                 are
                 )
                 at
                 home
                 ?
              
               
                 VVhat
                 Ministers
                 have
                 we
                 (
                 you
                 gon
                 )
                 to
                 feed
              
               
                 Our
                 hungry
                 souls
                 with
                 sacramental
                 bread
                 ?
              
               
                 VVho
                 shall
                 baptize
                 our
                 infants
                 ?
                 tell
                 us
                 who
              
               
                 Instruct
                 us
                 ?
                 w'have
                 a
                 greater
                 minde
                 to
                 go
              
               
                 Then
                 stay
                 behinde
                 :
                 but
                 Ah!
                 our
                 feeble
                 strength
              
               
                 VVill
                 not
                 hold
                 out
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 journeys
                 length
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 they
                 that
                 went
                 ,
                 and
                 could
                 not
                 mend
                 their
                 paces
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 dragged
                 by
                 the
                 Moors
                 ,
                 through
                 rugged
                 places
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 flesh
                 all
                 rent
                 and
                 torn
                 ;
                 they
                 that
                 were
                 stronger
              
               
                 Came
                 to
                 the
                 wilderness
                 ,
                 to
                 kill
                 their
                 hunger
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 barely
                 are
                 allow'd
                 ;
                 the
                 Scorpions
                 crawll
              
               
                 About
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 do
                 them
                 not
                 hurt
                 at
                 all
              
               
                 VVith
                 their
                 lethif'rous
                 sting
                 :
                 thus
                 God
                 did
                 please
              
               
                 After
                 affliction
                 to
                 send
                 them
                 ease
                 .
              
               
                 Hunrick
                 sends
                 Mandates
                 throughout
                 Affrica
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 the
                 Bishops
                 should
                 by
                 such
                 a
                 day
              
               
                 At
                 Carthage
                 meet
                 ,
                 on
                 purpose
                 by
                 dispute
              
               
                 To
                 prop
                 their
                 faith
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 they
                 could
                 confute
              
               
                 The
                 Arrian
                 Bishops
                 :
                 now
                 the
                 time
                 drew
                 near
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 according
                 to
                 command
                 appear
                 .
              
               
                 Dispute
                 began
                 ;
                 The
                 Orthodox
                 thought
                 best
              
               
                 To
                 cull
                 out
                 some
                 ,
                 to
                 answer
                 for
                 the
                 rest
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Arrians
                 plac'd
                 themselves
                 on
                 sublime
                 thrones
                 ;
              
               
                 These
                 stood
                 o'
                 th'
                 ground
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 Inequall
                 ones
              
               
                 Are
                 too
                 unfit
                 to
                 hold
                 an
                 argument
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 by
                 general
                 consent
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Disputants
                 the
                 controversie
                 rear
              
               
                 On
                 equal
                 termes
                 ,
                 until
                 the
                 truth
                 be
                 clear
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 hundred
                 strokes
                 ,
                 on
                 ev'ry
                 one
                 were
                 laid
              
               
                 For
                 this
                 bold
                 speech
                 ;
                 whereat
                 Eugeuius
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 in
                 mercy
                 look
                 upon
                 our
                 woes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mark
                 our
                 sufferings
                 under
                 raging
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Arrian
                 Bishops
                 moved
                 to
                 propound
              
               
                 What
                 they
                 intended
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 gave
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Declining
                 the
                 dispute
                 :
                 the
                 Orth'dox
                 then
              
               
                 A
                 Declaration
                 of
                 their
                 faith
                 ,
                 did
                 pen
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 it
                 with
                 this
                 protestation
                 show
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 our
                 belief
                 is
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 long
                 to
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 't
                 is
                 :
                 the
                 Arrians
                 stormed
                 at
                 this
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Gave
                 them
                 foul
                 words
                 ,
                 accus'd
                 them
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 all
                 of
                 them
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 City
                 turn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 them
                 reliev'd
                 ,
                 must
                 by
                 his
                 Law
                 be
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bishops
                 which
                 i'
                 th'
                 open
                 fields
                 did
                 ly
                 ,
              
               
                 Bespake
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 as
                 he
                 passed
                 by
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 evil
                 have
                 we
                 done
                 ?
                 we
                 fain
                 would
                 know
              
               
                 The
                 reason
                 why
                 we
                 are
                 afflicted
                 so
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 be
                 called
                 to
                 dispute
                 ,
                 we
                 crave
              
               
                 Why
                 are
                 we
                 thus
                 despoil'd
                 of
                 all
                 we
                 have
                 ?
              
               
                 Why
                 must
                 we
                 live
                 on
                 dunghils
                 ,
                 in
                 distress
                 ,
              
               
                 Afflicted
                 ,
                 housless
                 ,
                 cold
                 ,
                 and
                 comfortless
                 ?
              
               
                 He
                 bids
                 ,
                 and
                 over
                 them
                 his
                 horsmen
                 ride
                 ;
              
               
                 Many
                 are
                 bruised
                 sore
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 deny'd
                 ,
              
               
                 B'ing
                 urg'd
                 ,
                 unto
                 an
                 oath
                 to
                 put
                 their
                 hands
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ,
                 Our
                 God
                 contrarily
                 commands
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 are
                 we
                 mad-men
                 ,
                 or
                 such
                 fools
                 ,
                 as
                 that
              
               
                 We
                 should
                 subscribe
                 ,
                 before
                 we
                 know
                 to
                 what
                 .
              
               
               
                 This
                 was
                 the
                 tenour
                 of
                 the
                 oath
                 then
                 read
                 :
              
               
                 You
                 all
                 shall
                 swear
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 the
                 King
                 is
                 dead
              
               
                 Hildrick
                 shall
                 reign
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 no
                 man
                 shall
                 send
              
               
                 Letters
                 beyond
                 the
                 seas
                 .
                 The
                 King
                 your
                 friend
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 your
                 taking
                 it
                 ,
                 will
                 you
                 restore
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Churches
                 you
                 were
                 at
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 that
                 did
                 not
                 ,
                 and
                 also
                 they
                 that
                 did
              
               
                 Were
                 all
                 enslaved
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 preach
                 forbid
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 doleful
                 outeries
                 !
                 what
                 heart-rending
                 grones
              
               
                 Were
                 throughout
                 Affrick
                 caus'd
                 by
                 bloody
                 ones
                 !
              
               
                 With
                 cudgels
                 ,
                 either
                 sex
                 and
                 age
                 was
                 bang'd
                 :
              
               
                 Here
                 ,
                 some
                 they
                 burned
                 ;
                 there
                 they
                 others
                 hang'd
                 .
              
               
                 Women
                 ,
                 and
                 naked
                 gentlewomen
                 were
              
               
                 Openly
                 tortur'd
                 ,
                 all
                 their
                 bodies
                 bare
                 .
              
               
                 Fair
                 Dionysia
                 bolder
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 Thus
                 the
                 conceptions
                 of
                 her
                 mind
                 exprest
                 :
              
               
                 Afflict
                 your
                 fill
                 ,
                 God's
                 favour
                 I
                 have
                 got
                 ;
              
               
                 Onely
                 my
                 woman-hood
                 disclose
                 you
                 not
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 words
                 scarce
                 out
                 ,
                 they
                 more
                 enraged
                 strip'd
                 her
                 ,
              
               
                 Expos'd
                 her
                 to
                 all
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 soundly
                 whip'd
                 her
                 ,
              
               
                 Untill
                 the
                 blood
                 flow'd
                 down
                 :
                 that
                 which
                 you
                 broach
                 ,
              
               
                 Satanick
                 slaves
                 (
                 said
                 she
                 )
                 for
                 my
                 reproach
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 my
                 best
                 garland
                 .
                 Then
                 she
                 wisely
                 chear'd
              
               
                 Her
                 young
                 and
                 onely
                 son
                 ,
                 who
                 persever'd
              
               
                 Patient
                 in
                 all
                 his
                 pains
                 ,
                 till
                 he
                 disburst
              
               
                 His
                 spirit
                 unto
                 him
                 that
                 gave
                 it
                 first
                 .
              
               
                 Hunrick
                 b'ing
                 dead
                 ,
                 succeeding
                 Gundabund
              
               
                 Twice
                 six
                 years
                 tyranniz'd
                 :
                 mild
                 Thrasamund
              
               
                 And
                 Ild'rick
                 ruled
                 well
                 .
                 But
                 in
                 conclusion
                 ,
              
               
                 Bell'zarius
                 brought
                 the
                 Vandals
                 to
                 confusion
                 ,
              
               
                 After
                 they
                 ninety
                 years
                 had
                 been
                 a
                 rod
              
               
                 To
                 scourge
                 the
                 Saints
                 and
                 Israel
                 of
                 God.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THE
               Persecution
               of
               the
               Church
               Under
               the
               PAPACY
               .
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XX.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Waldenses
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1160.
                 
              
               
                 WHen
                 the
                 black
                 cloak
                 of
                 Popery
                 was
                 hurl'd
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 shoulders
                 of
                 the
                 christian
                 world
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 saints
                 still
                 labour'd
                 to
                 dispel
                 away
              
               
                 Those
                 shades
                 Cimmerian
                 ,
                 and
                 reveal
                 the
                 day
              
               
                 With
                 truth's
                 bright
                 lustre
                 ;
                 and
                 withall
                 devest
              
               
                 The
                 Roman
                 glory
                 .
                 One
                 among
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 learn'd
                 and
                 godly
                 man
                 at
                 Lions
                 ,
                 whose
                 name
              
               
                 Was
                 
                   Peter
                   Valdo
                
                 ,
                 much
                 oppos'd
                 the
                 same
                 ;
              
               
                 Declaring
                 plainly
                 Transubstantiation
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 no
                 better
                 then
                 an
                 Innovation
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 mov'd
                 the
                 cred'lous
                 people
                 to
                 embrace
              
               
                 The
                 precious
                 offers
                 of
                 the
                 means
                 of
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 which
                 unto
                 his
                 Doctrine
                 gave
                 respect
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 him
                 were
                 called
                 the
                 Waldensian
                 Sect
                 :
              
               
               
                 Which
                 like
                 a
                 Snow-ball
                 rowling
                 down
                 a
                 hill
                 ,
              
               
                 Decreased
                 nothing
                 ,
                 but
                 increased
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 ev'ry
                 day
                 and
                 hour
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 bleed
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 is
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 blood
                 the
                 Churches
                 seed
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 her'sy
                 in
                 a
                 thousand
                 Citys
                 swarms
                 ,
              
               
                 Maintaining
                 seventy
                 thousand
                 men
                 of
                 arms
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 could
                 the
                 popish
                 Canons
                 ,
                 Constitutions
                 ,
              
               
                 Curses
                 ,
                 Decrees
                 ,
                 alter
                 their
                 resolutions
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 suffer
                 wrong
                 ,
                 in
                 body
                 ,
                 goods
                 ,
                 or
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Christ
                 his
                 sake
                 ,
                 was
                 counted
                 not
                 a
                 shame
                 .
              
               
                 Valdo
                 yet
                 still
                 proceeds
                 (
                 nor
                 can
                 he
                 hope
              
               
                 Long
                 life
                 )
                 to
                 publish
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 the
                 Pope
              
               
                 Is
                 Antichrist
                 ;
                 the
                 Mass
                 abominable
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Host
                 an
                 Idol
                 ;
                 Purgator
                 '
                 a
                 fable
                 .
              
               
                 Pope
                 Innocent
                 the
                 third
                 ,
                 
                 did
                 authorize
              
               
                 Monkish
                 Inquisitors
                 for
                 to
                 surprize
              
               
                 These
                 Her'ticks
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 call'd
                 them
                 )
                 by
                 process
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 so
                 the
                 sec'lar
                 power
                 might
                 them
                 suppress
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 any
                 rich
                 ,
                 the
                 inquis'cors
                 had
                 a
                 trick
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 him
                 poor
                 ,
                 Oh
                 he
                 's
                 an
                 Heretick
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 him
                 have
                 such
                 a
                 death
                 ;
                 no
                 power
                 controul'd
              
               
                 Or
                 curb'd
                 them
                 in
                 ;
                 but
                 what
                 they
                 would
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 ,
                 water
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 pad
                 of
                 straw
                 ,
              
               
                 Gave
                 to
                 the
                 Saints
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 condemn'd
                 by
                 law
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 advocate
                 ,
                 assaid
                 to
                 plead
              
               
                 His
                 kinsmans
                 cause
                 an
                 Action
                 indeed
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 an
                 Heir
                 ,
                 his
                 father
                 that
                 way
                 leans
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 's
                 enough
                 to
                 rob
                 him
                 of
                 his
                 means
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 keep
                 the
                 people
                 in
                 more
                 aw
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 prisoners
                 do
                 in
                 their
                 processions
                 draw
              
               
                 Triumphantly
                 ;
                 injoyning
                 them
                 to
                 vex
              
               
                 And
                 scourge
                 themselves
                 ;
                 with
                 ropes
                 about
                 their
                 necks
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 torch
                 in
                 either
                 hand
                 ,
                 others
                 along
              
               
                 Must
                 pass
                 ,
                 to
                 terrify
                 the
                 gazing
                 throng
                 .
              
               
               
                 Besides
                 all
                 these
                 ,
                 they
                 have
                 a
                 thousand
                 Querks
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 send
                 cut
                 some
                 to
                 fight
                 against
                 the
                 Turks
              
               
                 And
                 Infidels
                 ;
                 (
                 no
                 need
                 to
                 seek
                 for
                 heires
                 )
              
               
                 Their
                 houses
                 ,
                 goods
                 ,
                 and
                 chattels
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 theirs
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 their
                 return
                 ,
                 if
                 any
                 ask'd
                 their
                 wives
              
               
                 VVho
                 lay
                 with
                 them
                 ?
                 They
                 '
                 ndangered
                 their
                 lives
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 foes
                 confess'd
                 ,
                 they
                 had
                 not
                 wherewithall
              
               
                 To
                 build
                 up
                 prisons
                 for
                 th'
                 accused
                 all
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 for
                 all
                 this
                 persecution
                 ,
                 there
              
               
                 Above
                 eight
                 hundred
                 thousand
                 Christians
                 were
                 .
                 
              
               
                 The
                 faith
                 encreas'd
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 prosp'rous
                 gale
              
               
                 Clim'd
                 o're
                 the
                 Alps
                 came
                 to
                 Pragela's
                 vale
                 ;
              
               
                 From
                 thence
                 the
                 people
                 bordered
                 upon
              
               
                 St.
                 Martin
                 ,
                 Piedmont
                 ,
                 La
                 Perouse
                 Angrogne
                 .
              
               
                 Wander
                 there
                 did
                 innumerable
                 flocks
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 craggy
                 cliffs
                 ,
                 and
                 algid
                 rocks
                 .
              
               
                 Above
                 three
                 thousand
                 being
                 hid
                 in
                 caves
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 stifled
                 by
                 these
                 marble-hearted
                 slaves
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 poor
                 Waldenses
                 by
                 their
                 pray'rs
                 and
                 tears
              
               
                 Oft
                 mov'd
                 the
                 Lord
                 to
                 free
                 them
                 from
                 their
                 fears
                 .
              
               
                 Two
                 horsemen
                 flying
                 ,
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 They
                 come
                 ,
                 they
                 come
                 ;
              
               
                 Another
                 while
                 ,
                 the
                 beating
                 of
                 a
                 drum
              
               
                 Caused
                 their
                 foes
                 retreat
                 :
                 which
                 stones
                 ,
                 and
                 slings
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 thousands
                 kill'd
                 at
                 several
                 skirmishings
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 God
                 for
                 his
                 despised
                 Saints
                 did
                 fight
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 handful
                 putting
                 num'rous
                 foes
                 to
                 flight
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 the
                 godless
                 party
                 overcame
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 did
                 commit
                 their
                 captives
                 to
                 the
                 flame
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 hang'd
                 them
                 up
                 ,
                 or
                 cut
                 them
                 out
                 in
                 quarters
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 which
                 discourag'd
                 not
                 the
                 glorious
                 Martyrs
                 .
              
               
                 Through
                 the
                 industrious
                 Waldenses
                 toil
                 ,
              
               
                 Abundant
                 store
                 of
                 Corn
                 ,
                 and
                 VVine
                 ,
                 and
                 Oil
                 ,
              
               
                 Enrich'd
                 Calabria
                 ;
                 And
                 God
                 did
                 bless
              
               
                 Their
                 pains
                 in
                 Provence
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 like
                 success
                 .
              
               
               
                 At
                 last
                 when
                 freely
                 they
                 the
                 Gospels
                 worth
              
               
                 Began
                 to
                 publish
                 ,
                 Pope
                 Pins
                 the
                 fourth
              
               
                 Disturbing
                 them
                 ,
                 they
                 left
                 behinde
                 their
                 goods
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 wives
                 and
                 children
                 flying
                 into
                 th'
                 woods
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 were
                 pursu'd
                 ;
                 some
                 slain
                 and
                 others
                 wounded
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 famine-pined
                 souls
                 in
                 caves
                 were
                 found
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 that
                 were
                 of
                 St.
                 Xist
                 and
                 
                   la
                   Garde
                
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 rack'd
                 ,
                 strip'd
                 whip'd
                 nor
                 old
                 nor
                 young
                 was
              
               
                 Panza
                 slays
                 eighty
                 ,
                 and
                 stakes
                 up
                 their
                 joynts
                 (
                 spar'd
              
               
                 For
                 thirty
                 miles
                 together
                 ;
                 he
                 appoints
              
               
                 A
                 quarter
                 to
                 each
                 stake
                 ,
                 Merindol
                 Town
              
               
                 VVas
                 razed
                 by
                 Opede
                 ,
                 and
                 batter'd
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Cabrierians
                 brought
                 into
                 a
                 field
                 ,
              
               
                 VVere
                 hack'd
                 to
                 pieces
                 cause
                 they
                 would
                 not
                 yield
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 a
                 barn
                 replenished
                 with
                 straw
              
               
                 VVomen
                 were
                 fir'd
                 .
                 Opede
                 himself
                 did
                 draw
              
               
                 Young
                 Infants
                 from
                 their
                 mothers
                 ●ip'd-up
                 bellies
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 men
                 kill'd
                 them
                 of
                 Aix
                 and
                 Marseilles
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 two
                 and
                 two
                 ,
                 together
                 bound
                 ,
                 they
                 slew
              
               
                 And
                 boots
                 of
                 scalding
                 oil
                 (
                 O
                 cruell
                 )
                 drew
              
               
                 On
                 others
                 legs
                 ,
                 But
                 heav'n
                 at
                 last
                 decreed
              
               
                 A
                 woful
                 end
                 ,
                 to
                 that
                 accurs'd
                 Opede
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Waldenses
                 ,
                 which
                 into
                 Albs
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Albigenses
                 thence
                 receiv'd
                 the
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Pope
                 Al'xander
                 the
                 third
                 ,
                 his
                 wrath
                 did
                 smoke
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 shook
                 off
                 his
                 Antichristian
                 yoke
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 them
                 condemn'd
                 as
                 Het'ticks
                 ,
                 yet
                 they
                 spred
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 potent
                 Towns
                 inhabited
                 :
              
               
                 Nay
                 many
                 Lords
                 ,
                 and
                 Earls
                 ,
                 did
                 with
                 them
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Pope
                 ,
                 and
                 constantly
                 deny'd
              
               
                 The
                 Romish
                 faith
                 ,
                 and
                 resolutely
                 spake
              
               
                 Their
                 willingness
                 to
                 suffer
                 for
                 Christs
                 sake
                 .
              
               
                 Beziers
                 was
                 stormed
                 by
                 the
                 Pilgrim
                 train
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 it
                 sixty
                 thousand
                 persons
                 slain
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Legat
                 saies
                 ,
                 Souldiers
                 kill
                 old
                 and
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 why
                 ?
                 God
                 knoweth
                 those
                 to
                 him
                 belong
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Catholicks
                 besieg'd
                 and
                 batter'd
                 down
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 inhab'tants
                 heads
                 Carcasson
                 Town
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Baron
                 Castle
                 was
                 surpriz'd
                 ,
                 th'
                 enclos'd
              
               
                 Of
                 th'
                 Albigenses
                 were
                 disey'd
                 ,
                 disnos'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 sent
                 to
                 Cab'ret
                 with
                 an
                 one-ey'd
                 guide
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 still
                 like
                 gold
                 that
                 's
                 in
                 a
                 furnace
                 tri'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Saints
                 ,
                 appear'd
                 ;
                 their
                 sparkling
                 zeal
                 like
                 fire
              
               
                 Blown
                 by
                 afflictions
                 bellows
                 ,
                 blaz'd
                 the
                 higher
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 Luther
                 rose
                 ,
                 the
                 Antichristian
                 terror
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 that
                 were
                 seduc'd
                 ,
                 reduc'd
                 from
                 error
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXI
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 God
                 in
                 Bohemia
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 894.
                 
              
               
                 BOrivojus
                 ,
                 Duke
                 of
                 Bohemia
                 ,
              
               
                 Entring
                 the
                 confines
                 of
                 Moravia
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 a
                 strange
                 providence
                 was
                 Christianiz'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 him
                 thirty
                 Pal'tines
                 were
                 baptiz'd
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 his
                 return
                 ,
                 he
                 raised
                 from
                 the
                 ground
              
               
                 Churches
                 ,
                 and
                 Schools
                 ;
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 Country
                 round
              
               
                 Flock'd
                 thither
                 :
                 many
                 of
                 the
                 Noble
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 Commons
                 ,
                 did
                 the
                 Truth
                 embrace
                 .
              
               
                 Malicious
                 Satan
                 env'ing
                 the
                 progress
              
               
                 The
                 Gospel
                 made
                 ,
                 gainst
                 those
                 that
                 it
                 profess
              
               
                 Rais'd
                 persecution
                 up
                 :
                 Borivojus
              
               
                 Is
                 sent
                 into
                 exile
                 .
                 Sanguineous
              
               
                 
                   Drahomira
                   '
                
                 the
                 Christian
                 temples
                 locks
                 ,
              
               
                 Forbidding
                 Ministers
                 to
                 tend
                 their
                 flocks
                 ;
              
               
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 silent
                 night
                 ,
                 three
                 hundred
                 lives
              
               
                 Pay'd
                 tribute
                 to
                 the
                 bloody
                 cut-throats
                 knives
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Gods
                 just
                 Judgement
                 ,
                 Drahomira
                 follow'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 opening
                 earth
                 ,
                 her
                 and
                 her
                 Cart
                 up
                 swallow'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Popish
                 party
                 having
                 got
                 the
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 all
                 the
                 obvious
                 Bohemians
                 slay
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Cuttenburge
                 four
                 Thousand
                 souls
                 were
                 thrown
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 Metal-Mines
                 ;
                 O
                 hearts
                 of
                 stone
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 Priests
                 cry
                 out
                 ,
                 Blow
                 out
                 ,
                 good
                 people
                 ,
                 blow
              
               
                 These
                 sparks
                 ,
                 before
                 into
                 a
                 flame
                 they
                 grow
                 :
              
               
                 Water
                 is
                 us'd
                 ;
                 the
                 more
                 they
                 did
                 endeavour
              
               
                 To
                 drown
                 the
                 Saints
                 ,
                 they
                 flamed
                 more
                 then
                 ever
                 :
              
               
                 Many
                 are
                 scourg'd
                 ,
                 some
                 sent
                 into
                 exile
                 .
              
               
                 Two
                 German
                 Merchants
                 brought
                 unto
                 the
                 pile
                 ,
              
               
                 Exceedingly
                 encourag'd
                 one
                 another
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 sayes
                 ,
                 Since
                 Christ
                 hath
                 suffered
                 (
                 dear
                 brother
                 )
              
               
                 For
                 wretched
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 do
                 the
                 same
                 likewise
              
               
                 For
                 him
                 ;
                 and
                 such
                 a
                 high-bred
                 savour
                 prize
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 are
                 counted
                 worthy
                 so
                 to
                 die
              
               
                 For
                 his
                 sweet
                 sake
                 :
                 the
                 other
                 did
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 joy
                 that
                 in
                 my
                 Marriage-day
                 I
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 small
                 to
                 this
                 ;
                 O
                 this
                 doth
                 more
                 abound
                 !
              
               
                 Both
                 cry'd
                 aloud
                 ,
                 (
                 the
                 Faggots
                 set
                 on
                 fire
                 )
              
               
                 Blest
                 Christ
                 ,
                 thou
                 in
                 thy
                 torments
                 didst
                 desire
              
               
                 Thine
                 en'mies
                 peace
                 ;
                 the
                 like
                 we
                 also
                 crave
                 :
              
               
                 Forgive
                 the
                 King
                 ;
                 let
                 not
                 the
                 Clergy
                 have
                 :
              
               
                 Thy
                 scalding
                 vengeance
                 ;
                 O
                 forbear
                 to
                 plague
              
               
                 The
                 poor
                 misled
                 inhabitants
                 of
                 Prague
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 be
                 thou
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 let
                 them
                 Scot-free
                 go
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 Ah!
                 poor
                 souls
                 ,
                 they
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 they
                 do
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 hands
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 blood
                 :
                 they
                 pray'd
                 and
                 wept
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 wept
                 and
                 pray'd
                 ,
                 till
                 in
                 the
                 Lord
                 they
                 slept
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 Noble-men
                 intolerable
                 Fines
              
               
                 Were
                 laid
                 ;
                 two
                 hundred
                 eminent
                 Divines
              
               
               
                 Are
                 exil'd
                 ;
                 some
                 are
                 burned
                 ;
                 others
                 brain'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 shot
                 to
                 death
                 ;
                 with
                 blood
                 the
                 earth
                 's
                 destain'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Martyrs
                 one
                 by
                 one
                 ,
                 that
                 were
                 in
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 called
                 forth
                 ;
                 who
                 resolutely
                 bold
              
               
                 Hast
                 to
                 their
                 sufferings
                 ,
                 with
                 as
                 great
                 content
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 they
                 had
                 unto
                 a
                 banquet
                 went.
              
               
                 When
                 one
                 was
                 called
                 for
                 ,
                 he
                 thus
                 exprest
              
               
                 Himself
                 ,
                 in
                 taking
                 leave
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 rest
                 :
              
               
                 Farewel
                 ,
                 dear
                 friends
                 ,
                 Farewel
                 ;
                 the
                 Lord
                 support
              
               
                 Your
                 spirits
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 may
                 maintain
                 the
                 fort
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 common
                 foe
                 ;
                 and
                 make
                 you
                 stout
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 resolute
                 to
                 keep
                 all
                 batt'ry
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 what
                 you
                 lately
                 with
                 your
                 mouths
                 profest
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 by
                 your
                 so
                 glorious
                 death
                 attest
                 .
              
               
                 Behold
                 ,
                 I
                 lead
                 the
                 way
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 My
                 Saviours
                 glory
                 ;
                 you
                 will
                 follow
                 me
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 fruition
                 of
                 my
                 fathers
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 how
                 my
                 soul
                 is
                 ravish'd
                 with
                 delight
                 !
              
               
                 This
                 very
                 hour
                 all
                 sorrow
                 bids
                 ,
                 adieu
              
               
                 To
                 my
                 glad
                 heart
                 :
                 O
                 now
                 my
                 joyes
                 renew
                 :
              
               
                 Transcendent
                 joyes
                 !
                 heaven
                 and
                 eternity
              
               
                 Is
                 mine
                 ,
                 is
                 mine
                 .
                 Then
                 did
                 the
                 rest
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 go
                 along
                 with
                 you
                 :
                 O
                 heaven
                 we
                 pray
              
               
                 Assist
                 thy
                 servant
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 thorn-pav'd
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 may
                 the
                 willing
                 Angells
                 come
                 to
                 meet
              
               
                 Thy
                 obvious
                 body
                 ,
                 and
                 direct
                 thy
                 feet
              
               
                 Into
                 thine
                 ,
                 and
                 our
                 Fathers
                 Mansion
                 :
              
               
                 Go
                 ,
                 go
                 ,
                 dear
                 brother
                 go
                 ;
                 and
                 we
                 anon
              
               
                 Shall
                 follow
                 after
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 all
                 receiv'd
              
               
                 To
                 bliss
                 through
                 Christ
                 in
                 whom
                 we
                 have
                 believ'd
                 .
              
               
                 Farewel
                 ,
                 farewel
                 ;
                 let
                 equal
                 joyes
                 betide
              
               
                 To
                 us
                 that
                 follow
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 you
                 our
                 guide
                 .
              
               
                 First
                 the
                 Lord
                 Schlick
                 ,
                 a
                 man
                 as
                 wise
                 as
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemned
                 to
                 be
                 quarter'd
                 ,
                 did
                 behave
              
               
               
                 Himself
                 most
                 gallantly
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 My
                 doom
              
               
                 Me
                 pleaseth
                 well
                 ,
                 what
                 care
                 I
                 for
                 a
                 Tombe
                 ?
              
               
                 A
                 Sepulchre
                 is
                 but
                 an
                 easie
                 loss
                 ;
              
               
                 Fear
                 death
                 ?
                 not
                 I
                 :
                 welcom
                 my
                 crown
                 ,
                 my
                 cross
                 :
              
               
                 Let
                 ,
                 let
                 these
                 limbs
                 be
                 scatter'd
                 here
                 and
                 there
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 Gods
                 favour
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 fear
              
               
                 The
                 worst
                 that
                 foes
                 can
                 do
                 :
                 see
                 how
                 the
                 Sun
              
               
                 Displaies
                 his
                 shining
                 beams
                 .
                 Jesuites
                 be
                 gon
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 build
                 not
                 Castles
                 in
                 the
                 empty
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 I
                 dare
                 die
                 for
                 Christ
                 ;
                 I
                 that
                 I
                 dare
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 pleas'd
                 ,
                 blest
                 Jesus
                 ,
                 thorough
                 deaths
                 dark
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 Manu-duct
                 me
                 to
                 eternal
                 light
                 ;
              
               
                 Eternal
                 light
                 !
                 O
                 what
                 a
                 happy
                 sound
              
               
                 That
                 word
                 reports
                 !
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 at
                 a
                 rebound
              
               
                 Catch
                 heaven
                 ,
                 catch
                 heaven
                 :
                 no
                 sooner
                 had
                 he
                 spoke
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 submitted
                 to
                 the
                 fatal
                 stroke
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 right
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 head
                 (
                 lop'd
                 off
                 his
                 shoulders
                 )
              
               
                 Are
                 hung
                 on
                 high
                 ,
                 to
                 terrify
                 beholders
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 Wenceslaus
                 ,
                 seventy
                 years
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 B'ing
                 next
                 ,
                 was
                 asked
                 ,
                 why
                 he
                 was
                 so
                 bold
              
               
                 In
                 Fred'ricks
                 cause
                 :
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 My
                 conscience
                 run
              
               
                 Along
                 with
                 me
                 ;
                 and
                 what
                 is
                 done
                 ,
                 is
                 done
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 God
                 ,
                 lo
                 here
                 I
                 am
                 ,
                 dispose
                 of
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Thine
                 aged
                 servant
                 ,
                 as
                 best
                 pleaseth
                 thee
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 send
                 that
                 grim-look'd
                 messenger
                 ,
                 that
                 staies
              
               
                 For
                 none
                 ,
                 to
                 end
                 these
                 miserable
                 dayes
                 ;
              
               
                 May
                 I
                 not
                 see
                 the
                 ruines
                 that
                 do
                 wait
              
               
                 Upon
                 our
                 sinking
                 ,
                 our
                 declining
                 State.
              
               
                 Behold
                 this
                 Book
                 ;
                 my
                 Paradise
                 was
                 never
              
               
                 So
                 cordial
                 as
                 now
                 :
                 Judges
                 ,
                 persever
              
               
                 In
                 sucking
                 Christian
                 blood
                 ;
                 but
                 know
                 ,
                 Gods
                 ire
              
               
                 Shall
                 smoak
                 you
                 for
                 't
                 .
                 Up
                 starts
                 a
                 cowled
                 Fryer
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ,
                 Your
                 Judgement
                 errs
                 .
                 With
                 this
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 answer'd
                 him
                 ,
                 I
                 on
                 the
                 truth
                 rely
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 not
                 on
                 bare
                 opinion
                 ;
                 Christ's
                 the
                 Way
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Truth
                 ,
                 the
                 Life
                 ;
                 in
                 him
                 I
                 cannot
                 stray
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 stroaking
                 his
                 prolixed
                 beard
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 gray
                 hairs
                 honour
                 serves
                 you
                 :
                 having
                 pray'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 giv'n
                 his
                 soul
                 to
                 Christ
                 his
                 Saviour
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 cut-off
                 head
                 was
                 fixed
                 on
                 the
                 Tower.
              
               
                 Lord
                 Harant
                 next
                 was
                 call'd
                 ,
                 who
                 bravely
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 've
                 travell'd
                 far
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 journeys
                 made
              
               
                 Through
                 barb'rous
                 countries
                 and
                 escaped
                 dangers
              
               
                 By
                 sea
                 and
                 land
                 ▪
                 yet
                 was
                 my
                 life
                 by
                 strangers
              
               
                 Surrepted
                 not
                 ;
                 b'ing
                 safe
                 returned
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 friends
                 and
                 Country-men
                 my
                 foes
                 become
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 whom
                 I
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 Grandsires
                 have
                 let
                 fall
              
               
                 And
                 wasted
                 our
                 estates
                 ,
                 our
                 lives
                 and
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Forgive
                 them
                 father
                 ;
                 I
                 O
                 Lord
                 have
                 grounded
              
               
                 My
                 faith
                 in
                 thee
                 ;
                 let
                 me
                 not
                 be
                 confounded
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 on
                 the
                 Scaffold
                 thus
                 :
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 give
              
               
                 My
                 spir't
                 into
                 thine
                 hands
                 ;
                 in
                 hope
                 to
                 live
              
               
                 By
                 Christ
                 his
                 death
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 thy
                 word
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 yielded
                 to
                 the
                 murth'rous
                 sword
                 .
              
               
                 Sir
                 
                   Caspar
                   Kaplitz
                
                 ,
                 eighty
                 six
                 years
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 to
                 the
                 Minister
                 ,
                 Behold
                 behold
              
               
                 Me
                 a
                 decrepit
                 wretch
                 ,
                 whose
                 frequent
                 pray'rs
              
               
                 Have
                 beg'd
                 deliverance
                 from
                 this
                 vale
                 of
                 tears
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 all
                 in
                 vaine
                 :
                 for
                 to
                 be
                 gaz'd
                 upon
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 worlds
                 eyes
                 I
                 'm
                 kept
                 ;
                 God's
                 will
                 be
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 mine
                 ;
                 my
                 death
                 to
                 mortal
                 eyes
                 may
                 seem
              
               
                 Disgraceful
                 ,
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 rich
                 in
                 Gods
                 esteem
                 .
              
               
                 Oh
                 Lord
                 my
                 God
                 my
                 trembling
                 feet
                 support
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 fear
                 my
                 sudden
                 fall
                 occasion
                 sport
              
               
                 To
                 my
                 observing
                 foes
                 .
                 The
                 Minister
              
               
                 (
                 Perceiving
                 that
                 the
                 excutioner
              
               
                 Could
                 not
                 perform
                 his
                 office
                 as
                 he
                 meant
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 crookedness
                 b'ing
                 an
                 impediment
                 )
              
               
               
                 Bespake
                 him
                 thus
                 ;
                 My
                 Noble
                 Lord
                 ,
                 as
                 you
              
               
                 Commended
                 have
                 your
                 soul
                 to
                 Christ
                 ,
                 so
                 now
              
               
                 Advance
                 your
                 hoary
                 head
                 to
                 God
                 :
                 he
                 try'd
              
               
                 What
                 he
                 could
                 do
                 :
                 his
                 head
                 struck
                 off
                 ,
                 he
                 dy'd
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 the
                 Lord
                 Oito
                 ,
                 a
                 judicious
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Having
                 receiv'd
                 the
                 sentence
                 ,
                 thus
                 began
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 do
                 you
                 then
                 ,
                 O
                 Caesar
                 still
                 think
                 good
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 stabilitate
                 your
                 throne
                 with
                 blood
                 ?
              
               
                 Can
                 God
                 be
                 pleas'd
                 with
                 this
                 ?
                 say
                 Tyrant
                 say
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 will
                 you
                 answer
                 't
                 at
                 that
                 dreadful
                 day
                 ?
              
               
                 Kill
                 this
                 my
                 body
                 ;
                 do
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 blood
                 fill
              
               
                 Your
                 veins
                 ;
                 disperse
                 my
                 members
                 where
                 you
                 will
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 is
                 my
                 belief
                 ,
                 My
                 loving
                 father
              
               
                 Will
                 be
                 so
                 pleas'd
                 as
                 them
                 together
                 gather
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cloath
                 them
                 with
                 their
                 skin
                 ;
                 these
                 very
                 eyes
              
               
                 Shall
                 see
                 my
                 Lord
                 ,
                 where
                 e're
                 my
                 body
                 lies
                 :
              
               
                 These
                 ears
                 shall
                 hear
                 him
                 ;
                 and
                 this
                 very
                 tongue
              
               
                 Ring
                 peals
                 of
                 joy
                 ;
                 his
                 praises
                 shall
                 be
                 sung
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 same
                 heart
                 of
                 mine
                 .
                 I
                 must
                 confess
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 perplex'd
                 at
                 first
                 ;
                 but
                 now
                 ;
                 I
                 bless
              
               
                 My
                 God
                 ,
                 I
                 finde
                 a
                 change
                 :
                 I
                 was
                 not
                 troubled
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 ,
                 but
                 now
                 my
                 joyes
                 are
                 more
                 redoubled
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 fear
                 not
                 death
                 ;
                 now
                 death
                 hath
                 lost
                 her
                 sting
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 die
                 with
                 joy
                 O
                 't
                 is
                 a
                 pious
                 thing
                 !
              
               
                 Am
                 nor
                 I
                 sure
                 ,
                 Christ
                 and
                 his
                 Angels
                 will
              
               
                 Guide
                 me
                 to
                 heaven
                 ,
                 where
                 I
                 shall
                 drink
                 my
                 fill
              
               
                 Of
                 those
                 Celestial
                 cups
                 ,
                 those
                 cups
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 measure
                 drinking
                 ,
                 though
                 not
                 drink
                 by
                 measure
                 ?
              
               
                 Shall
                 then
                 this
                 death
                 have
                 power
                 to
                 divide
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 from
                 him
                 ?
                 the
                 heavens
                 open
                 wide
                 :
              
               
                 See
                 where
                 my
                 finger
                 points
                 .
                 The
                 standers
                 by
              
               
                 Beheld
                 eye-dazeling
                 cortuscancy
                 .
              
               
                 After
                 a
                 silent
                 prayer
                 made
                 ,
                 he
                 spake
                 ,
              
               
                 Lord
                 save
                 thy
                 servant
                 ;
                 Oh
                 some
                 pity
                 take
                 :
              
               
               
                 I
                 am
                 thy
                 creature
                 ;
                 O
                 let
                 me
                 inherit
              
               
                 Christ-purchas'd
                 glory
                 :
                 Lord
                 receive
                 my
                 spirit
                 .
              
               
                 Next
                 ,
                 
                   Dionysius
                   Zervius
                
                 (
                 that
                 storm'd
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 saints
                 ;
                 but
                 )
                 when
                 he
                 was
                 inform'd
              
               
                 Of
                 Gospel-truths
                 ,
                 how
                 Christ
                 procured
                 rest
              
               
                 For
                 those
                 believ'd
                 ,
                 he
                 forthwith
                 smote
                 his
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fetch'd
                 a
                 sigh
                 ,
                 while
                 tears
                 ran
                 down
                 ;
                 did
                 cry
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 my
                 faith
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 faith
                 I
                 'll
                 die
                 :
              
               
                 Through
                 Christ
                 alone
                 ,
                 I
                 can
                 acceptance
                 finde
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 God
                 will
                 not
                 despise
                 my
                 contrite
                 minde
                 ;
              
               
                 Upon
                 these
                 knees
                 ,
                 these
                 bended
                 knees
                 ,
                 I
                 call
              
               
                 For
                 mercy
                 ;
                 mercy
                 ,
                 Lord
                 :
                 although
                 I
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 Help
                 me
                 to
                 rise
                 in
                 thee
                 :
                 My
                 foes
                 controul
              
               
                 May
                 hurt
                 my
                 body
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 hurt
                 my
                 soul
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 aged
                 man
                 b'ing
                 brought
                 ,
                 both
                 these
                 commended
              
               
                 Their
                 souls
                 unto
                 the
                 Lord
                 ;
                 so
                 their
                 lives
                 ended
                 .
              
               
                 Next
                 was
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 Rugenice
                 arraign'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 said
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 a
                 greater
                 priv'ledge
                 gain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 if
                 the
                 King
                 had
                 spar'd
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 augmented
              
               
                 My
                 restor'd
                 substance
                 ;
                 and
                 am
                 more
                 contented
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 is
                 our
                 witness
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 onely
                 sought
              
               
                 Religions
                 Liberty
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 we
                 fought
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 ,
                 though
                 w'
                 are
                 worsted
                 ,
                 and
                 must
                 end
                 our
                 days
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 is
                 righteous
                 in
                 all
                 his
                 ways
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 Truth
                 we
                 must
                 defend
                 ,
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 sees
                 good
                 )
              
               
                 Not
                 by
                 our
                 naked
                 Swords
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 our
                 Blood.
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 my
                 God
                 ?
                 O
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 soon
                 as
                 others
                 do
                 ,
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 die
                 ?
              
               
                 For
                 ah
                 !
                 thou
                 knowst
                 ,
                 thou
                 knowst
                 that
                 I
                 resign
              
               
                 My self
                 unto
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 am
                 wholly
                 thine
                 .
              
               
                 Put
                 not
                 thy
                 servant
                 off
                 with
                 long
                 delay
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 take
                 me
                 hence
                 :
                 sweet
                 Jesu
                 come
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sheriff
                 came
                 for
                 him
                 ;
                 he
                 rejoycing
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Blessed
                 be
                 God
                 :
                 then
                 towards
                 him
                 he
                 made
                 .
              
               
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Scaffold
                 ,
                 he
                 himself
                 did
                 chear
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 of
                 Christ
                 ,
                 
                   Father
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   that
                   where
                
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 ,
                 thy
                 servants
                 may
                 there
                 also
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 my
                 heaven-given
                 glory
                 see
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 haste
                 to
                 lose
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 so
                 transitory
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 be
                 with
                 Christ
                 and
                 see
                 his
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 Climbe
                 up
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 climbe
                 up
                 to
                 be
                 embrac'd
              
               
                 In
                 Christ
                 his
                 arms
                 :
                 and
                 so
                 he
                 breath'd
                 his
                 last
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Valentine
                   Cockan
                
                 spake
                 to
                 this
                 effect
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Scaffold
                 :
                 Gracious
                 Lord
                 ,
                 direct
              
               
                 My
                 feeble
                 steps
                 ;
                 O
                 let
                 deaths
                 valley
                 be
              
               
                 A
                 Pasport
                 to
                 the
                 clearer
                 view
                 of
                 thee
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 why
                 ?
                 thy
                 word
                 hath
                 bin
                 my
                 hidden
                 treasure
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 what
                 satiety
                 of
                 joy
                 and
                 pleasure
              
               
                 Take
                 residence
                 with
                 thee
                 !
                 there
                 's
                 nothing
                 can
              
               
                 Afford
                 my
                 soul
                 more
                 satisfaction
                 than
              
               
                 Thy self's
                 fruition
                 :
                 Lord
                 ,
                 my
                 spirit
                 flies
              
               
                 Into
                 thy
                 Courts
                 :
                 so
                 having
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 dies
                 .
              
               
                 Next
                 ,
                 
                   Toby
                   Steffick's
                
                 brought
                 ,
                 a
                 man
                 whose
                 heart
              
               
                 Walk'd
                 upright
                 with
                 his
                 God
                 ;
                 though
                 like
                 a
                 cart
              
               
                 Press'd
                 with
                 afflictions
                 sheaves
                 ,
                 to
                 heaven
                 he
                 heav'd
              
               
                 His
                 wasted
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 receiv'd
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 beginning
                 of
                 my
                 life
                 till
                 now
                 ,
              
               
                 Good
                 things
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 not
                 I
                 then
                 bow
              
               
                 My
                 will
                 to
                 his
                 ,
                 but
                 his
                 chastisements
                 shun
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 God's
                 holy
                 will
                 be
                 done
                 .
              
               
                 Can
                 I
                 ,
                 poor
                 dust
                 and
                 ashes
                 ,
                 have
                 the
                 face
              
               
                 To
                 plead
                 with
                 God
                 ?
                 I
                 chearfully
                 embrace
              
               
                 Thy
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ;
                 I
                 come
                 to
                 bear
                 the
                 cross
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 be
                 thou
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 purge
                 away
                 my
                 dross
                 :
              
               
                 Calcine
                 my
                 soul
                 ;
                 obliterate
                 my
                 sins
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 me
                 pure
                 against
                 that
                 day
                 begins
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 pray'd
                 ;
                 and
                 having
                 drunke
                 the
                 lethal
                 cup
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 spirit
                 into
                 heaven
                 ascended
                 up
                 .
              
               
               
                 Doctor
                 Jessenius
                 after
                 him
                 was
                 Martyr'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 tongue
                 cut
                 out
                 ,
                 head
                 off
                 ,
                 his
                 body
                 quarter'd
              
               
                 (
                 Citing
                 the
                 saying
                 of
                 Ignatius
                 )
              
               
                 Chears
                 his
                 co-sufferers
                 ,
                 We
                 are
                 Gods
                 corn
                 ,
              
               
                 Sown
                 in
                 the
                 Churches
                 field
                 ,
                 and
                 must
                 be
                 torn
              
               
                 By
                 beasts
                 ,
                 to
                 fit
                 us
                 for
                 our
                 Masters
                 use
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 's
                 our
                 comfort
                 ,
                 one
                 a
                 bloody
                 sluce
              
               
                 The
                 Church
                 is
                 founded
                 ,
                 and
                 hath
                 been
                 augmented
              
               
                 By
                 blood
                 ,
                 nor
                 shall
                 the
                 opened
                 vein
                 be
                 stented
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 blow
                 must
                 now
                 be
                 fetch'd
                 ;
                 his
                 soul
                 he
                 gave
              
               
                 To
                 heav'n
                 ,
                 his
                 body
                 to
                 the
                 gaping
                 grave
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 being
                 call'd
                 to
                 execution
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 come
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ;
                 a
                 pious
                 resolution
              
               
                 Takes
                 up
                 my
                 heart
                 ;
                 I
                 'm
                 not
                 asham'd
                 ,
                 nor
                 sory
              
               
                 To
                 suffer
                 these
                 (
                 nay
                 worse
                 things
                 )
                 for
                 his
                 glory
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 ,
                 by
                 my
                 heav'n-borrow'd
                 force
              
               
                 Fought
                 faith's
                 good
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 finished
                 my
                 course
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 praying
                 ,
                 Father
                 ,
                 in
                 thy
                 hands
                 I
                 leave
              
               
                 My
                 spir't
                 ;
                 he
                 did
                 a
                 Martyrs
                 crown
                 receive
                 .
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Shunlt
                   is
                
                 ,
                 while
                 he
                 on
                 the
                 Scaffold
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 thus
                 ,
                 Leave
                 off
                 this
                 melancholy
                 mood
                 ,
              
               
                 Dejected
                 soul
                 :
                 O
                 be
                 not
                 so
                 cast
                 down
                 :
              
               
                 Hope
                 thou
                 in
                 God
                 ;
                 though
                 for
                 a
                 time
                 he
                 frown
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 will
                 he
                 smile
                 again
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 yet
              
               
                 Praise
                 him
                 ,
                 though
                 Nature
                 do
                 receive
                 her
                 debt
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 righteous
                 are
                 among
                 the
                 dead
                 enrold
              
               
                 By
                 fools
                 ,
                 whenas
                 they
                 rest
                 :
                 Behold
                 !
                 behold
                 !
              
               
                 I
                 come
                 sweet
                 Jesus
                 :
                 O
                 some
                 pity
                 take
              
               
                 Unon
                 thy
                 creature
                 ,
                 for
                 thy
                 promise
                 sake
                 .
              
               
                 Cast
                 me
                 not
                 off
                 ,
                 my
                 misery
                 condole
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 sins
                 O
                 pardon
                 ,
                 and
                 receive
                 my
                 soul
                 :
              
               
                 Make
                 no
                 long
                 tarriance
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 Lord
                 Jesus
                 ,
                 come
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 underwent
                 his
                 Martyrdome
                 .
              
               
               
                 Next
                 Maximilian
                 Hoslialeck
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Whom
                 Learning
                 ,
                 Worth
                 ,
                 and
                 Piety
                 did
                 deck
                 :
                 )
              
               
                 After
                 the
                 sentence
                 past
                 ,
                 one
                 asked
                 him
              
               
                 The
                 reason
                 why
                 he
                 look'd
                 so
                 dull
                 ,
                 so
                 grim
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sadder
                 then
                 the
                 rest
                 :
                 To
                 rell
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sins
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 )
                 I
                 acted
                 in
                 my
                 youth
              
               
                 Come
                 now
                 afresh
                 into
                 my
                 minde
                 :
                 for
                 though
              
               
                 I
                 know
                 that
                 no
                 remainder
                 can
                 o'rethrow
              
               
                 Them
                 which
                 with
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 have
                 made
                 a
                 close
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 know
                 I
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Lord
                 his
                 Justice
                 flowes
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 mercy
                 ,
                 on
                 those
                 are
                 his
                 own
                 .
              
               
                 Summon'd
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 from
                 thy
                 throne
              
               
                 Look
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 O
                 illuminate
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Left
                 death
                 o'recome
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 mine
                 enemies
              
               
                 Insulting
                 say
                 ,
                 We
                 have
                 prevail'd
                 .
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Be
                 pleased
                 to
                 make
                 good
                 thy
                 promis'd
                 word
                 )
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 whose
                 eyes
                 have
                 thy
                 salvation
                 seen
              
               
                 Depart
                 in
                 Peace
                 :
                 an
                 Ax
                 did
                 pass
                 between
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 and
                 neck
                 .
                 Then
                 four
                 more
                 Christian
                 brothers
              
               
                 They
                 hanged
                 one
                 by
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 begger'd
                 others
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 might
                 they
                 have
                 the
                 ben'fit
                 of
                 the
                 Laws
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 some
                 did
                 plead
                 the
                 Justness
                 of
                 their
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Judges
                 scoff'd
                 them
                 ,
                 thus
                 ;
                 Although
                 you
                 ha'nt
              
               
                 Sins
                 that
                 are
                 actual
                 ,
                 yet
                 you
                 do
                 not
                 want
              
               
                 Th'orig'nal
                 sin
                 of
                 Heresie
                 ,
                 and
                 store
                 ;
              
               
                 You
                 can't
                 exempted
                 be
                 from
                 death
                 therefore
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Saints
                 deprived
                 of
                 their
                 livelyhoods
              
               
                 In
                 towns
                 and
                 villages
                 ,
                 retir'd
                 to
                 th'woods
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Parent
                 his
                 encloystred
                 child
                 bemoans
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 cannot
                 help
                 it
                 .
                 Oh!
                 the
                 griefs
                 and
                 groanes
              
               
                 Of
                 marriagable
                 maids
                 !
                 what
                 sad
                 farewels
              
               
                 Take
                 parting
                 friends
                 ,
                 when
                 into
                 Monkish
                 cells
              
               
                 Fore'd
                 are
                 their
                 neer'st
                 relations
                 !
                 Great
                 mens
                 sons
                 ,
              
               
                 Fryets
                 must
                 tutour
                 .
                 and
                 their
                 daughters
                 Nuns
                 .
              
               
               
                 Wives
                 from
                 their
                 husbands
                 ,
                 husbands
                 from
                 their
                 wives
              
               
                 Part
                 with
                 wet
                 eyes
                 :
                 some
                 thousands
                 lost
                 their
                 lives
                 ;
              
               
                 Others
                 were
                 stripp'd
                 in
                 frosty
                 snowy
                 weather
                 ;
              
               
                 While
                 some
                 imprison'd
                 lay
                 ,
                 and
                 starv'd
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Mass-priests
                 are
                 the
                 men
                 that
                 must
                 be
                 heard
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rude
                 men
                 ,
                 if
                 Apostates
                 ,
                 were
                 prefer'd
                 .
              
               
                 Bol'slavia
                 the
                 principallest
                 seat
              
               
                 The
                 brethren
                 had
                 (
                 two
                 hundred
                 years
                 compleat
                 )
              
               
                 Was
                 seized
                 on
                 ;
                 her
                 Ministers
                 turn'd
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crafty
                 Friers
                 to
                 pervert
                 the
                 rout
              
               
                 Plac'd
                 in
                 their
                 rooms
                 :
                 but
                 when
                 this
                 would
                 not
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 must
                 into
                 a
                 stinking
                 dungeon
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Cities
                
                 Bidsove
                 ,
                 Tusta
                 ,
                 Zaticum
                 ,
              
               
                 Litom'ric
                 ,
                 Rokizan
                 ,
                 Radecium
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Don
                   Murtin
                
                 ,
                 all
                 were
                 brought
                 to
                 desolation
                 ,
              
               
                 Under
                 a
                 fair
                 pretence
                 of
                 reformation
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 Citizens
                 were
                 into
                 exile
                 sent
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 into
                 voluntary
                 exile
                 went.
              
               
                 The
                 maj'r
                 and
                 sixteen
                 hundred
                 persons
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Pracbatice
                 ,
                 lay
                 weltring
                 in
                 their
                 gore
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 threw
                 Religion
                 down
                 ,
                 where
                 ere
                 they
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 set
                 up
                 superstition
                 in
                 the
                 room
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 the
                 Bible
                 ,
                 Christians
                 were
                 forc'd
                 from
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 Wiblia
                 (
                 the
                 Bohemian
                 word
                 )
                 is
                 vomit
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 was
                 there
                 (
                 O
                 most
                 dámnable
                 designe
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 A
                 toleration
                 giv'n
                 to
                 Books
                 divine
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 mouths
                 of
                 some
                 are
                 gagg'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Host
                 they
                 do
              
               
                 Thrust
                 down
                 their
                 throats
                 ,
                 whether
                 they
                 will
                 or
                 no.
              
               
                 Others
                 t'auricular
                 confession
                 forc'd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 were
                 from
                 all
                 they
                 had
                 divorc'd
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 how
                 they
                 the
                 women-kinde
                 did
                 use
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 not
                 so
                 proper
                 for
                 a
                 modest
                 Muse
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Churches
                 Persecution
                 in
                 Spain
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1540.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Spanish
                 Factor
                 
                   Francis
                   Roman
                
                 nam'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Hearing
                 at
                 Breme
                 a
                 Sermon
                 ,
                 was
                 s'enflam'd
              
               
                 And
                 wrought
                 upon
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 a
                 little
                 space
              
               
                 He
                 grew
                 in
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 and
                 encreas'd
                 in
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 time
                 when
                 he
                 return'd
                 agen
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 labour'd
                 to
                 convince
                 his
                 country-men
              
               
                 Of
                 blind-fold
                 ign'rance
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 wayes
                 they
                 trod
              
               
                 Were
                 dissonant
                 unto
                 the
                 word
                 of
                 God.
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 reproachfully
                 despis'd
                 ,
                 contemn'd
              
               
                 His
                 words
                 ,
                 and
                 him
                 unto
                 the
                 fire
                 condemn'd
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 a
                 paper-Mitre
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 Painted
                 with
                 ugly
                 Demons
                 ,
                 was
                 he
                 led
              
               
                 To
                 execution
                 :
                 and
                 by
                 the
                 way
              
               
                 Being
                 urg'd
                 to
                 bow
                 unto
                 a
                 cross
                 ,
                 said
                 ,
                 Nay
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 are
                 not
                 wont
                 to
                 worship
                 wood
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 having
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 the
                 fire's
                 food
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 many
                 honest-hearted
                 persons
                 cast
              
               
                 Into
                 infectious
                 dungeons
                 ,
                 breath'd
                 their
                 last
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 pris'ners
                 cloath'd
                 with
                 red-cross'd
                 Sambitoes
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 at
                 Validolid
                 plac'd
                 all
                 in
                 rowes
                 .
                 
              
               
                 The
                 inquisition
                 was
                 first
                 invented
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 Domin'can
                 Friers
                 ;
                 who
                 attented
              
               
                 The
                 extirpation
                 of
                 the
                 Christian
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 death
                 ,
                 or
                 ignominious
                 disgrace
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 while
                 they
                 strive
                 with
                 flatt'ries
                 to
                 ensnare
              
               
                 The
                 doubting
                 Christian
                 e're
                 he
                 be
                 aware
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 if
                 they
                 see
                 that
                 fair
                 means
                 will
                 not
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 exercise
                 compulsion
                 .
                 O
                 who
                 !
              
               
                 Who
                 is
                 there
                 able
                 to
                 demonnstrate
                 fully
              
               
                 The
                 kinde
                 of
                 torments
                 that
                 were
                 us'd
                 ?
                 the
                 pully
              
               
                 Hang'd
                 on
                 the
                 Gibbit
                 ,
                 holds
                 the
                 hands
                 or
                 thumbs
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 poor
                 wretch
                 ;
                 then
                 the
                 Strappado
                 comes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rends
                 his
                 weight-distended
                 joynts
                 a
                 sunder
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 in
                 the
                 Trough
                 are
                 tortur'd
                 ;
                 some
                 are
                 under
              
               
                 Cruel
                 imprisonments
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 not
                 any
              
               
                 Light
                 but
                 what
                 enters
                 the
                 Key-hole
                 or
                 crany
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 are
                 injoyn'd
                 to
                 run
                 unto
                 the
                 racks
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 yellow
                 Sambenitoes
                 on
                 their
                 backs
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 tongues
                 in
                 a
                 cleft-stick
                 have
                 not
                 the
                 scope
              
               
                 To
                 empty
                 Out
                 their
                 mindes
                 ;
                 and
                 while
                 a
                 rope
              
               
                 Encompasseth
                 their
                 necks
                 ,
                 coacting
                 bands
              
               
                 Press
                 hard
                 behinde
                 them
                 their
                 united
                 hands
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 poor
                 Creatures
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 piteous
                 plight
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 led
                 to
                 suffer
                 in
                 the
                 peoples
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 Burton
                 and
                 Burgate
                 ,
                 
                 Burgess
                 ,
                 Hooker
                 ,
                 Baker
                 ,
              
               
                 English-men
                 born
                 ,
                 were
                 each
                 of
                 them
                 partaker
              
               
                 Of
                 Martyrdom
                 at
                 Cadiz
                 ;
                 and
                 ascended
              
               
                 To
                 happiness
                 ,
                 which
                 never
                 shall
                 be
                 ended
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXIII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Churches
                 Persecution
                 in
                 Italy
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1546.
                 
              
               
                 ENeenas
                 ,
                 by
                 his
                 Parents
                 sent
                 to
                 Rome
              
               
                 For
                 educations
                 sake
                 ;
                 at
                 last
                 become
              
               
                 An
                 able
                 Scholar
                 through
                 the
                 grace
                 of
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Christ
                 his
                 School
                 ,
                 the
                 wayes
                 the
                 Romans
                 trod
              
               
                 Renouncing
                 quite
                 :
                 for
                 which
                 he
                 's
                 apprehended
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 clapt
                 up
                 ;
                 yet
                 he
                 constantly
                 defended
              
               
                 The
                 Christian
                 faith
                 :
                 he
                 with
                 his
                 life
                 might
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 would
                 but
                 put
                 on
                 the
                 Sambito
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 refus'd
                 ;
                 nor
                 any
                 badge
                 would
                 wear
              
               
                 Save
                 that
                 of
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 ;
                 which
                 was
                 ,
                 to
                 spare
              
               
                 No
                 blood
                 to
                 seal
                 up
                 what
                 he
                 had
                 profest
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 being
                 burn'd
                 ,
                 he
                 in
                 the
                 Lord
                 did
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Maj'r
                 and
                 Bishop
                 of
                 St.
                 Angelo
              
               
                 Long
                 arguing
                 the
                 case
                 ,
                 which
                 of
                 the
                 two
              
               
                 Should
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 proper
                 cost
                 ,
                 procure
                 some
                 wood
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Galeacius
                 burning
                 ;
                 while
                 they
                 stood
              
               
                 Demurring
                 ,
                 he
                 bade
                 them
                 no
                 more
                 debate
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 should
                 be
                 fetch'd
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 own
                 estate
                 .
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Mollius
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Roman
                 ,
                 did
                 Christ
                 own
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 but
                 named
                 him
                 ,
                 salt
                 tears
                 ran
                 down
              
               
                 On
                 his
                 wet
                 cheeks
                 :
                 he
                 preach'd
                 where
                 e're
                 he
                 came
              
               
                 The
                 word
                 of
                 truth
                 ,
                 until
                 he
                 fed
                 the
                 flame
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Francis
                   Gamba
                
                 ,
                 born
                 in
                 Lombardy
                 ,
              
               
                 Went
                 to
                 the
                 slaughter
                 with
                 alacrity
                 .
              
               
                 Algerius
                 ,
                 a
                 fine
                 young
                 man
                 ,
                 acquaints
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 way
                 of
                 writing
                 ,
                 the
                 afflicted
                 Saints
                 ,
              
               
               
                 How
                 much
                 his
                 joy
                 in
                 prison
                 did
                 abound
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 he
                 Honey
                 in
                 a
                 Lion
                 found
                 :
              
               
                 Exhorting
                 them
                 to
                 patience
                 ;
                 in
                 the
                 end
              
               
                 Writes
                 ,
                 From
                 a
                 delectable
                 Orchard
                 pen'd
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 burned
                 .
                 Pope
                 Pius
                 the
                 fourth
                 dislives
              
               
                 At
                 Naples
                 ,
                 many
                 Nobles
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 wives
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 City
                 Venice
                 after
                 twelve
                 years
                 peace
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 by
                 the
                 Pope
                 disturb'd
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 encrease
              
               
                 Of
                 Martyr'd
                 Saints
                 ;
                 who
                 unto
                 stones
                 were
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 bottom
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
                 drown'd
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 Englishman
                 Martyred
                 in
                 Portugal
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   William
                   Gardiner
                
                 ,
                 whom
                 Bristol
                 bore
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Portugal
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 Garland
                 wore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXIV
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 Germany
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1523.
                 
              
               
                 WHen
                 Luther
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 fellow-labourers
                 ,
              
               
                 Converted
                 many
                 Germans
                 ,
                 unto
                 wars
              
               
                 The
                 Pope
                 his
                 Highness
                 stir'd
                 up
                 Charles
                 the
                 fift
              
               
                 '
                 Gainst
                 Proestants
                 :
                 to
                 further
                 this
                 his
                 drift
                 ,
              
               
                 Two
                 hundred
                 thousand
                 crowns
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 a
                 boot
              
               
                 Five
                 hundred
                 horse
                 ,
                 and
                 twice
                 six
                 thousand
                 foot
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 sent
                 with
                 speed
                 ;
                 the
                 Prot'stant
                 Princes
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 Rais'd
                 also
                 Armies
                 for
                 their
                 own
                 defence
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Emp'rour
                 for
                 no
                 other
                 reason
                 ,
              
               
                 Proclaim'd
                 them
                 guilty
                 of
                 no
                 less
                 then
                 treason
                 .
              
               
               
                 Both
                 parties
                 are
                 engag'd
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 success
              
               
                 Is
                 left
                 to
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 doth
                 not
                 alwayes
                 bless
              
               
                 The
                 better
                 cause
                 with
                 Victory
                 ,
                 nor
                 shield
              
               
                 His
                 Saints
                 from
                 wrong
                 ;
                 the
                 Christians
                 lost
                 the
                 field
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 persecution
                 rose
                 in
                 sev'ral
                 places
                 ;
              
               
                 Author'ty
                 arm'd
                 with
                 rig'rous
                 Laws
                 ,
                 outfaces
              
               
                 Candid
                 simplicity
                 :
                 't
                 is
                 sad
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 The
                 barb'rous
                 outrage
                 to
                 the
                 Saints
                 befel
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 rack'd
                 ;
                 from
                 place
                 to
                 place
                 some
                 toss'd
                 and
                 turn'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 driven
                 into
                 woods
                 and
                 caves
                 ;
                 some
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 †
                 About
                 this
                 time
                 ,
                 the
                 Boors
                 in
                 arms
                 did
                 the
              
               
                 And
                 rob'd
                 the
                 Abbeys
                 ,
                 and
                 Monasteries
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 after
                 they
                 had
                 entertained
                 bin
              
               
                 By
                 Mr.
                 Spencer
                 ,
                 strip'd
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 skin
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 weeping
                 ,
                 said
                 ,
                 This
                 violence
                 will
                 i'th'end
              
               
                 Bring
                 mischiefe
                 on
                 your
                 heads
                 :
                 you
                 do
                 pretend
              
               
                 The
                 Gospel
                 ;
                 but
                 alas
                 !
                 how
                 quite
                 contraire
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Gospel-rules
                 ,
                 your
                 walkings
                 are
                 !
              
               
                 They
                 jeer'd
                 him
                 for
                 his
                 pains
                 ;
                 at
                 last
                 he
                 's
                 bound
              
               
                 Both
                 hands
                 and
                 feet
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 river
                 drown'd
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 gaping
                 wounds
                 let
                 out
                 a
                 Crimson
                 flood
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 on
                 the
                 surface
                 of
                 the
                 water
                 stood
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 
                   Wolfgang
                   Scuch
                
                 was
                 asked
                 if
                 his
                 woe
              
               
                 He
                 would
                 have
                 be
                 abridg'd
                 ,
                 heanswer'd
                 ,
                 No
                 ;
              
               
                 God
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 hitherto
                 upheld
                 my
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 Will
                 not
                 forsake
                 me
                 in
                 my
                 greatest
                 need
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 not
                 :
                 't
                 is
                 a
                 happy
                 flame
              
               
                 Which
                 lights
                 to
                 heaven
                 ,
                 thrice
                 blessed
                 be
                 his
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 
                   George
                   Carpenter
                
                 b'ing
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 Fulfill'd
                 his
                 Christian
                 bretherens
                 desire
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 giving
                 them
                 a
                 signe
                 of
                 his
                 true
                 faith
                 ,
              
               
                 Cry'd
                 ,
                 Jesus
                 ,
                 Jesus
                 ●ill
                 ●e
                 lost
                 his
                 breath
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 
                   Leonard
                   Keyser
                
                 also
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 ,
                 I
                 'm
                 thine
                 ,
                 save
                 me
                 Lord
                 ,
                 for
                 thy
                 Truths
                 sake
                 :
              
               
               
                 His
                 willing
                 spir't
                 impatient
                 of
                 the
                 flame
              
               
                 Went
                 up
                 to
                 heaven
                 ,
                 whence
                 at
                 first
                 it
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 cruel
                 Bishop
                 in
                 Hungaria
                 ,
                 took
              
               
                 A
                 godly
                 minister
                 ,
                 (
                 who
                 could
                 not
                 brook
              
               
                 Erroneous
                 wayes
                 )
                 and
                 Hares
                 ,
                 Geese
                 ,
                 Hens
                 ,
                 he
                 tide
              
               
                 His
                 naked
                 body
                 with
                 on
                 ev'ry
                 side
                 :
              
               
                 Being
                 by
                 set-on
                 dogs
                 ,
                 and
                 bloody
                 hounds
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 rent
                 and
                 torn
                 ,
                 he
                 died
                 of
                 his
                 wounds
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 God
                 is
                 Just
                 :
                 the
                 Bishop
                 that
                 so
                 acted
              
               
                 His
                 cruel
                 part
                 ,
                 did
                 forthwith
                 fall
                 distracted
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 hair
                 by
                 handfulls
                 from
                 his
                 head
                 did
                 rend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 raving
                 ,
                 made
                 a
                 miserable
                 end
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXV
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 the
                 Low-Countries
                 .
              
               
                 THere
                 was
                 in
                 Holland
                 a
                 religious
                 Dame
                 ,
              
               
                 Called
                 Wendelmuta
                 ,
                 she
                 for
                 Christ's
                 name
              
               
                 Was
                 sent
                 to
                 prison
                 ,
                 where
                 she
                 must
                 be
                 kept
              
               
                 Till
                 the
                 next
                 Sessions
                 ;
                 her
                 kinde
                 kindred
                 wept
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 thus
                 ,
                 Ah!
                 why
                 doft
                 thou
                 not
                 conceal
              
               
                 What
                 thou
                 believ'st
                 but
                 madly
                 thus
                 reveal
              
               
                 Thy
                 secret
                 thoughts
                 ?
                 be
                 more
                 reserv'd
                 ,
                 thereby
              
               
                 Thou
                 'lt
                 life
                 prolong
                 .
                 To
                 whom
                 she
                 did
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 you
                 say
                 ;
                 the
                 heart
                 alone
              
               
                 Believes
                 to
                 righteousness
                 ;
                 confession
              
               
                 Unto
                 salvation
                 with
                 the
                 tongue
                 is
                 made
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 burn'd
                 ,
                 her
                 spirit
                 did
                 the
                 heav'ns
                 invade
                 .
              
               
                 
                   George
                   Scherter
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Divine
                 ,
                 passing
                 along
              
               
                 Tow'rd
                 execution
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 gazing
                 throng
              
               
               
                 Delivered
                 these
                 words
                 ;
                 That
                 you
                 may
                 know
              
               
                 I
                 die-a
                 Christian
                 ,
                 I
                 a
                 signe
                 will
                 show
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 cut
                 off
                 ,
                 he
                 turned
                 on
                 his
                 back
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cross'd
                 his
                 arms
                 and
                 legs
                 ;
                 by
                 which
                 aspect
              
               
                 Many
                 believe
                 the
                 Gospel
                 ;
                 whom
                 alive
              
               
                 They
                 bury
                 ,
                 drown
                 ,
                 or
                 into
                 exile
                 drive
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Colen
                 ,
                 Holland
                 ,
                 Suevia
                 ,
                 Lovain
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 godly
                 well-disposed
                 part
                 was
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 lost
                 their
                 heads
                 in
                 Flanders
                 ,
                 some
                 were
                 sent
              
               
                 Into
                 perpetual
                 imprisonment
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Two
                 hundred
                 Saints
                 in
                 
                   Art●ïs
                   ,
                   Brabant
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 made
                 away
                 ,
                 with
                 not
                 a
                 few
                 at
                 Gaunt
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Delden
                 ,
                 two
                 young
                 Virgins
                 well-descended
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 their
                 frequenting
                 Sermons
                 apprehended
                 ,
              
               
                 Examin'd
                 and
                 condemn'd
                 must
                 both
                 partake
              
               
                 Of
                 Martyrdom
                 ,
                 and
                 suffer
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 after
                 death
                 the
                 bodies
                 of
                 them
                 both
              
               
                 Remained
                 white
                 ,
                 the
                 fire
                 to
                 hurt
                 them
                 loth
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Antwerp
                 ,
                 one
                 
                   Christopher
                   Fabri's
                
                 brains
              
               
                 Are
                 beat
                 cut
                 with
                 a
                 hammer
                 .
                 Sev'ral
                 pains
              
               
                 Afflict
                 the
                 innocent
                 ;
                 these
                 bear
                 great
                 loads
                 ;
              
               
                 Those
                 are
                 companions
                 to
                 Frogs
                 and
                 Toads
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Nicholas
                 and
                 Austine
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 wives
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Dormick
                 apprehended
                 lost
                 their
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Nicholas
                 did
                 hear
                 a
                 Captain
                 swear
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 said
                 ,
                 Hath
                 Christ
                 done
                 ought
                 that
                 thus
                 you
                 tear
              
               
                 His
                 name
                 in
                 pices
                 ,
                 rending
                 life
                 and
                 limb
                 ?
              
               
                 Pray
                 vent
                 your
                 malice
                 upon
                 me
                 ,
                 not
                 him
                 :
              
               
                 B'ing
                 silenc'd
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 ,
                 Thwarting
                 their
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 
                   O
                   Charles
                   wilt
                   thou
                   be
                   hardned
                   still
                   ?
                
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 ,
                 a
                 souldier
                 gave
                 him
                 a
                 great
                 blow
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 thus
                 !
                 Ah
                 miserable
                 people
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 God's
                 word
                 's
                 too
                 good
                 for
                 you
                 :
                 the
                 Fryars
                 cry'd
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Devil
                 ,
                 a
                 Devil
                 :
                 with
                 David
                 ,
                 he
                 reply'd
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Depart
                 ye
                 workers
                 of
                 iniquity
                 ;
              
               
                 Depart
                 ,
                 depart
                 :
                 my
                 God
                 hath
                 heard
                 the
                 cry
              
               
                 My
                 weeping
                 voice
                 hath
                 made
                 ;
                 his
                 holy
                 name
              
               
                 Be
                 prais'd
                 :
                 so
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 vanish'd
                 in
                 the
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Dormick
                 
                 Bert'rand
                 trod
                 the
                 Cake
                 about
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 distongu'd
                 ,
                 he
                 yet
                 on
                 God
                 call'd
                 out
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 ball
                 is
                 thrust
                 into
                 the
                 mouth
                 of
                 him
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 burnt
                 ,
                 and
                 's
                 ashes
                 in
                 the
                 river
                 swim
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Lile
                 ,
                 for
                 three
                 years
                 space
                 in
                 woods
                 and
                 caves
              
               
                 God's
                 word
                 was
                 preached
                 :
                 Satan
                 and
                 his
                 slaves
              
               
                 Took
                 the
                 advantage
                 of
                 the
                 silent
                 night
              
               
                 So
                 finde
                 their
                 meetings
                 :
                 finding
                 none
                 ,
                 they
                 light
              
               
                 On
                 
                   Robert
                   Oquir's
                
                 house
                 ;
                 his
                 wife
                 ,
                 his
                 sons
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 ,
                 rejoyce
                 in
                 tribulations
                 .
              
               
                 Bound
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 ,
                 their
                 spirits
                 they
                 commend
              
               
                 To
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 a
                 comfortable
                 end
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Persecution
                   of
                   the
                   Duke
                   de
                   Alva
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   Netherlands
                   .
                
                 
                   THe
                   Gospel
                   shining
                   in
                   the
                   Netherlands
                   ;
                
                 
                   Philip
                   ,
                   that
                   wore
                   the
                   Spanish
                   crown
                   ,
                   commands
                
                 
                   The
                   Duke
                   
                     de
                     Alva
                  
                   ,
                   with
                   a
                   warlike
                   train
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   slay
                   Professors
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   might
                   and
                   main
                   ,
                
                 
                   Promote
                   the
                   Romish
                   Doctrin
                   ;
                   to
                   rebuke
                
                 
                   Nobles
                   ,
                   and
                   Commons
                   too
                   :
                   the
                   desep'rate
                   Duke
                
                 
                   Scarce
                   breath'd
                   ,
                   but
                   on
                   them
                   violently
                   pour'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Matrons
                   he
                   ravished
                   ,
                   and
                   Maids
                   deflour'd
                
                 
                   Before
                   their
                   husbands
                   and
                   their
                   parents
                   eyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   put
                   them
                   unto
                   worser
                   cruelties
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   on
                   a
                   time
                   (
                   at
                   his
                   own
                   Table
                   sate
                   )
                
                 
                   Boasted
                   his
                   diligence
                   t'eradicate
                
                 
                   Heret'cal
                   weeds
                   :
                   for
                   that
                   besides
                   the
                   slain
                
                 
                   During
                   the
                   war
                   in
                   six
                   years
                   space
                   ,
                   a
                   train
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   more
                   then
                   eighteen
                   thousand
                   persons
                   were
                
                 
                   By
                   him
                   deliv'red
                   to
                   the
                   hangmans
                   care
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Don
                     Frederick
                  
                   his
                   son
                   kindely
                   receiv'd
                
                 
                   By
                   Zutphen
                   Bourgers
                   ,
                   cruelly
                   bereav'd
                
                 
                   The
                   poor
                   inhabitants
                   of
                   all
                   their
                   lives
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hang'd
                   ,
                   drown'd
                   ,
                   brain'd
                   very
                   infants
                   ,
                   virgins
                   ,
                   wives
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   marched
                   he
                   to
                   Naerden
                   ;
                   and
                   the
                   town
                
                 
                   (
                   All
                   the
                   ind
                   wellers
                   kill'd
                   )
                   he
                   bart'red
                   down
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   Harlem
                   ,
                   he
                   three
                   hundered
                   Walloons
                
                 
                   Beheads
                   ;
                   five
                   hundred
                   Bourgers
                   and
                   Dragoons
                
                 
                   He
                   hangs
                   ,
                   or
                   drowns
                   :
                   all
                   th'
                   English
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Scorts
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   lose
                   their
                   heads
                   in
                   gen'ral
                   ,
                   he
                   alots
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   wounded
                   ,
                   and
                   diseas'd
                   ,
                   are
                   killed
                   all
                
                 
                   Before
                   the
                   entrance
                   to
                   the
                   Hospital
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Herwin
                  
                   said
                   unto
                   the
                   gazing
                   throng
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   As
                   he
                   to
                   execution
                   went
                   along
                   )
                
                 
                   See
                   what
                   rewards
                   the
                   wicked
                   world
                   do
                   give
                
                 
                   Christ
                   his
                   poor
                   servants
                   :
                   for
                   whilst
                   I
                   did
                   live
                
                 
                   A
                   drunkard
                   's
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   play'd
                   at
                   Cards
                   and
                   Dice
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   foe
                   to
                   Vertue
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   friend
                   to
                   Vice
                   ;
                
                 
                   O
                   then
                   I
                   liv'd
                   at
                   ease
                   ,
                   and
                   was
                   a
                   stranger
                
                 
                   To
                   bonds
                   ,
                   and
                   fetters
                   ;
                   nay
                   was
                   out
                   of
                   danger
                
                 
                   Of
                   suffering
                   for
                   the
                   Truth
                   ;
                   yonder
                   they
                   cry
                
                 
                   A
                   Boon
                   Companion
                   goes
                   ;
                   who
                   then
                   but
                   I
                   ?
                
                 
                   No
                   sooner
                   did
                   I
                   seek
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   but
                   lo
                
                 
                   This
                   fawning
                   friend
                   ,
                   became
                   a
                   frowning
                   foe
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   this
                   doth
                   not
                   ,
                   (
                   and
                   so
                   I
                   hope
                   shall
                   never
                   ,
                   )
                
                 
                   Discourage
                   me
                   one
                   jot
                   ;
                   I
                   must
                   persever
                
                 
                   In
                   what
                   is
                   good
                   ,
                   and
                   follow
                   Christ
                   the
                   faster
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   servant
                   is
                   not
                   better
                   then
                   his
                   master
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   soul
                   refreshed
                   then
                   with
                   Gileads
                   Balm
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   sing
                   he
                   did
                   begin
                   the
                   thirtieth
                   Psalm
                
                 
                   With
                   lift-up
                   heart
                   :
                   but
                   an
                   impatient
                   Frier
                
                 
                   Thus
                   interrupted
                   him
                   ,
                   Avoid
                   the
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Oh
                   John
                   ,
                   and
                   turn
                   ;
                   yet
                   you
                   have
                   time
                   and
                   space
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   disregarding
                   Martyr
                   turn'd
                   his
                   face
                
                 
                   Another
                   way
                   :
                   then
                   some
                   that
                   were
                   in
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Retorted
                   this
                   ;
                   Turn
                   thou
                   ,
                   thou
                   hypocrite
                   .
                
                 
                   Herwin
                   sung
                   on
                   ,
                   until
                   his
                   Psalm
                   was
                   ended
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Fryer
                   then
                   :
                   Good
                   people
                   ben't
                   offended
                
                 
                   To
                   hear
                   the
                   clamour
                   of
                   this
                   Her'ticks
                   song
                   .
                
                 
                   Her'tick
                   ?
                   thou
                   Bala'mite
                   thou
                   ,
                   hold
                   thy
                   tongue
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   crow'd
                   reply'd
                   ;
                   no
                   living
                   soul
                   here
                   bears
                
                 
                   Offence
                   :
                   his
                   Musick
                   much
                   delights
                   our
                   ears
                   .
                
                 
                   Four
                   hundred
                   folks
                   encourag'd
                   him
                   to
                   run
                
                 
                   His
                   race
                   ,
                   and
                   finish
                   what
                   he
                   had
                   begun
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   he
                   thus
                   ;
                   Breth'ren
                   ,
                   I
                   undertake
                
                 
                   This
                   spir'tual
                   Combate
                   ,
                   meerly
                   for
                   the
                   sake
                
                 
                   Of
                   my
                   great
                   Lord
                   ,
                   and
                   Captain
                   Jesus
                   Christ
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   now
                   am
                   going
                   to
                   be
                   sacrifie'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   God
                   shall
                   of
                   his
                   abundant
                   grace
                
                 
                   Call
                   you
                   to
                   suffer
                   ,
                   follow
                   me
                   apace
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   's
                   on
                   the
                   gallowes
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   ladder's
                   turn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   his
                   body
                   's
                   into
                   ashes
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   Ci'zens
                   in
                   a
                   firy
                   Chariot
                   sent
                
                 
                   From
                   Antwerp
                   ,
                   to
                   the
                   City
                   Heaven
                   went.
                
                 
                   One
                   Scoblant
                   ,
                   as
                   he
                   to
                   his
                   Tryal
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   Said
                   thus
                   ;
                   Would
                   God
                   that
                   I
                   might
                   be
                   the
                   last
                
                 
                   That
                   thus
                   might
                   suffer
                   death
                   ;
                   O
                   that
                   my
                   blood
                
                 
                   Might
                   satisfy
                   their
                   thirst
                   ,
                   if
                   God
                   see
                   good
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   so
                   the
                   Church
                   of
                   Christ
                   ,
                   forlorn
                   ,
                   distreft
                   ,
                
                 
                   Might
                   ever
                   after
                   live
                   ,
                   at
                   ease
                   ,
                   and
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   now
                   put
                   off
                   this
                   Mantle
                   transitory
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   hope
                   to
                   wear
                   a
                   robe
                   of
                   lasting
                   glory
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Popish
                   Priest
                   ,
                   by
                   a
                   religious
                   Dame
                
                 
                   Converted
                   to
                   the
                   faith
                   ,
                   spake
                   thus
                   :
                   I
                   came
                
                 
                   To
                   comfort
                   you
                   ;
                   but
                   I
                   my self
                   indeed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   you
                   to
                   comfort
                   me
                   have
                   greater
                   need
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   
                     Christopher
                     Gaud'rin
                  
                   said
                   ,
                   Mans
                   life
                   on
                   earth
                
                 
                   Consists
                   but
                   of
                   two
                   dayes
                   ;
                   the
                   first
                   his
                   birth
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   next
                   ,
                   his
                   dying
                   day
                   :
                   and
                   therefore
                   I
                
                 
                   Must
                   needs
                   die
                   once
                   :
                   who
                   would
                   refuse
                   to
                   die
                
                 
                   To
                   live
                   for
                   ever
                   ?
                   death
                   and
                   I
                   must
                   kiss
                   :
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   death
                   conducteth
                   to
                   eternal
                   bliss
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sentence
                   past
                   ,
                   he
                   did
                   apart
                   repair
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   poured
                   out
                   his
                   soul
                   to
                   God
                   in
                   pray'r
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   from
                   his
                   hands
                   and
                   face
                   he
                   wash'd
                   the
                   dirt
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   puting
                   on
                   his
                   back
                   a
                   fine
                   white
                   shirt
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   thus
                   his
                   fellow-prisoners
                   bespake
                   :
                
                 
                   Breth'ren
                   ,
                   this
                   is
                   my
                   wedding-day
                   :
                   I
                   make
                
                 
                   To
                   heav'n-ward
                   :
                   being
                   come
                   unto
                   the
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   found
                   three
                   other
                   ready
                   to
                   embrace
                
                 
                   The
                   self
                   same
                   death
                   :
                   these
                   four
                   themselves
                   did
                   chear
                
                 
                   With
                   patient
                   suff'ring
                   ,
                   and
                   rejoye'd
                   to
                   bear
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   came
                   a
                   Fryar
                   under
                   a
                   pretence
                
                 
                   To
                   win
                   them
                   :
                   Christopher
                   said
                   thus
                   ;
                   Hence
                   ,
                   hence
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   soul-seduser
                   ;
                   from
                   our
                   presence
                   flee
                   ;
                
                 
                   We
                   have
                   not
                   any
                   thing
                   to
                   do
                   whith
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   must
                   be
                   gag'd
                   :
                   May
                   not
                   our
                   tongues
                   have
                   power
                
                 
                   Said
                   they
                   ,
                   to
                   praise
                   God
                   at
                   our
                   latest
                   hour
                   ?
                
                 
                   Sermons
                   they
                   used
                   to
                   frequent
                   :
                   hard
                   ropes
                
                 
                   Annex'd
                   their
                   necks
                   ,
                   they
                   finished
                   their
                   hopes
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Flanders
                   multitudes
                   of
                   true
                   believers
                
                 
                   Were
                   sent
                   to
                   be
                   eternal
                   life's
                   receivers
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Breda
                   ,
                   there
                   a
                   Goldsmith
                   dwelt
                   ,
                   his
                   name
                
                 
                   Was
                   
                     Petar
                     Coulogue
                  
                   ;
                   whose
                   renowned
                   fame
                
                 
                   Had
                   spred
                   all
                   o're
                   the
                   town
                   ,
                   and
                   ev'ry
                   mouth
                
                 
                   Proclam'd
                   him
                   faithful
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   spake
                   the
                   truth
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   Pious
                   Deacon
                   quickly
                   was
                   beset
                
                 
                   With
                   popish
                   catchpoles
                   ;
                   neither
                   would
                   they
                   let
                
                 
                   Him
                   once
                   enjoy
                   the
                   company
                   of
                   any
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   own
                   Church
                   ;
                   he
                   over-pows'd
                   by
                   many
                
                 
                 
                   Was
                   hurry'd
                   to
                   the
                   Castle
                   ,
                   while
                   he
                   staid
                
                 
                   A
                   pris'ner
                   there
                   :
                   once
                   every
                   day
                   his
                   maid
                
                 
                   Brought
                   him
                   his
                   sustenance
                   ,
                   till
                   they
                   perceiv'd
                
                 
                   He
                   had
                   much
                   comfort
                   from
                   her
                   lips
                   receiv'd
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   also
                   was
                   imprison'd
                   ,
                   where
                   she
                   found
                
                 
                   Such
                   inward
                   joys
                   as
                   made
                   her
                   heart
                   rebound
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   when
                   a
                   little
                   tract
                   of
                   time
                   was
                   spent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Peter
                   was
                   called
                   forth
                   ;
                   who
                   underwent
                
                 
                   Great
                   pains
                   with
                   admirable
                   patience
                   :
                
                 
                   These
                   cruel
                   villains
                   for
                   to
                   recompence
                
                 
                   His
                   maids
                   true
                   zeal
                   ,
                   fetch'd
                   Betkin
                   to
                   the
                   rack
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cruelry
                   undeserv'd
                   !
                   she
                   nothing
                   slack
                   ,
                
                 
                   Went
                   chearfully
                   along
                   ;
                   ere
                   she
                   did
                   part
                
                 
                   With
                   life
                   ,
                   her
                   tongue
                   thus
                   empty'd
                   out
                   her
                   heart
                   :
                
                 
                   Since
                   needs
                   I
                   must
                   sustain
                   afflictions
                   rod
                   ,
                
                 
                   First
                   suffer
                   me
                   to
                   pray
                   unto
                   my
                   God.
                
                 
                   This
                   they
                   consented
                   to
                   ;
                   she
                   scap'd
                   a
                   scouring
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   ;
                   for
                   whilst
                   she
                   out
                   her
                   pray'rs
                   was
                   pouring
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   of
                   the
                   then
                   .
                   Commissioners
                   fell
                   down
                
                 
                   Into
                   an
                   irrecoverable
                   swown
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   miracle
                   was
                   hush'd
                   ,
                   as
                   though
                   in
                   vain
                
                 
                   'T
                   was
                   sent
                   :
                   now
                   to
                   their
                   cruelty
                   again
                   ;
                
                 
                   Examples
                   will
                   not
                   take
                   ;
                   they
                   'll
                   not
                   be
                   turn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   condemned
                   ,
                   and
                   they
                   must
                   be
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   people
                   wept
                   ;
                   Peter
                   and
                   Betkin
                   pray'd
                
                 
                   To
                   God
                   for
                   strength
                   :
                   the
                   courage
                   of
                   the
                   maid
                
                 
                   Did
                   work
                   so
                   kindly
                   on
                   the
                   well-affected
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   breaking
                   through
                   (
                   the
                   danger
                   unrespected
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   throng'd
                   crowd
                   they
                   the
                   pris'ners
                   did
                   embrace
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   praised
                   God
                   for
                   his
                   supporting
                   grace
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   spake
                   to
                   this
                   effect
                   :
                   Fight
                   on
                   ,
                   fight
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   crown
                   prepared
                   you
                   shall
                   wear
                   anon
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   words
                   spake
                   Betkin
                   (
                   with
                   a
                   brow
                   as
                   clear
                
                 
                   As
                   day
                   )
                   My
                   Bretheren
                   and
                   sisters
                   dear
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   See
                   you
                   to
                   Gods
                   word
                   ,
                   be
                   obedient
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fear
                   not
                   them
                   who
                   can
                   the
                   body
                   kill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   hurt
                   the
                   soul
                   ;
                   but
                   rather
                   fear
                   him
                   ,
                   who
                
                 
                   Hath
                   power
                   to
                   kill
                   the
                   soul
                   and
                   body
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fling
                   them
                   into
                   hell
                   .
                   I
                   go
                   to
                   meet
                
                 
                   My
                   glorious
                   Spouse
                   ,
                   wrap'd
                   in
                   a
                   fi'ry
                   sheet
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   falling
                   on
                   their
                   knees
                   ,
                   they
                   sent
                   their
                   prayers
                
                 
                   As
                   welcom
                   ghests
                   to
                   Gods
                   attentive
                   ears
                   .
                
                 
                   Bound
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   they
                   prais'd
                   the
                   Lord
                   ;
                   the
                   flame
                
                 
                   Sent
                   up
                   their
                   souls
                   to
                   heav'n
                   ,
                   from
                   whence
                   they
                   came
                   .
                
                 
                   William
                   of
                   Nassaw
                   Prince
                   of
                   Orange
                   ,
                   by
                
                 
                   A
                   bloody
                   villain
                   shot
                   ,
                   did
                   thus
                   let
                   fly
                
                 
                   His
                   latest
                   words
                   :
                   O
                   God
                   ,
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   condoul
                
                 
                   My
                   wounded
                   state
                   ,
                   take
                   pity
                   on
                   my
                   soul
                   ,
                
                 
                   On
                   my
                   departing
                   soul
                   ;
                   O
                   spare
                   ,
                   O
                   spare
                
                 
                   The
                   Spanish
                   people
                   ,
                   though
                   they
                   sinful
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   words
                   no
                   sooner
                   out
                   ,
                   his
                   soul
                   forscok
                
                 
                   This
                   earthly
                   ,
                   and
                   an
                   heavenly
                   Mansion
                   took
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXVI
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Modern
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 Germany
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 year
                 1630.
                 
              
               
                 TH'Imperialists
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 by
                 storm
                 had
                 gain'd
              
               
                 Paswalick
                 town
                 ,
                 the
                 Swedish
                 souldiers
                 brain'd
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 inhabitants
                 their
                 fury
                 lavish'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 open
                 street
                 ,
                 they
                 females
                 ravish'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 child-bed
                 women
                 too
                 ;
                 they
                 flew
                 the
                 men
              
               
                 And
                 fired
                 o're
                 their
                 heads
                 their
                 houses
                 then
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 massacred
                 Divines
                 ,
                 and
                 burned
                 down
              
               
                 The
                 Christian
                 Churches
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 last
                 the
                 town
                 .
              
               
               
                 Tilly
                 and
                 Pappenheim
                 became
                 a
                 scourge
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 famous
                 City
                 Magdenburge
                 :
                 
              
               
                 Her
                 goodly
                 structures
                 and
                 aspiring
                 Towers
              
               
                 Were
                 burn'd
                 down
                 in
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 twice
                 six
                 hours
                 .
              
               
                 Without
                 the
                 least
                 respect
                 to
                 old
                 and
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 six
                 and
                 twenty
                 thousand
                 slain
                 burnt
                 ,
                 flung
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 river
                 Elve
                 :
                 by
                 sev'ral
                 wayes
              
               
                 The
                 torturers
                 abridg'd
                 poor
                 Chrstians
                 dayes
                 .
              
               
                 Ladies
                 and
                 Gentlewomen
                 yok'd
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 Forc'd
                 into
                 woods
                 ,
                 in
                 frosty
                 snowy
                 weather
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 ravish'd
                 there
                 ,
                 strip'd
                 ,
                 whip'd
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 scoff
              
               
                 Dismiss'd
                 ,
                 while
                 others
                 had
                 their
                 ears
                 crop'd
                 off
                 .
              
               
                 Hexter
                 is
                 taken
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 the
                 Popish
                 rage
              
               
                 Hew'd
                 all
                 in
                 pieces
                 ,
                 either
                 sex
                 ,
                 and
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 serv'd
                 alike
                 :
                 what
                 the
                 fles-eating
                 sword
              
               
                 Had
                 left
                 unspoil'd
                 ,
                 the
                 greedy
                 flame
                 devour'd
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Griphenburge
                 the
                 Senators
                 were
                 starv'd
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Heidleburg
                 Divines
                 and
                 Bourgers
                 serv'd
              
               
                 With
                 onely
                 bread
                 and
                 water
                 .
                 Like
                 dogs
                 not
                 men
              
               
                 Were
                 the
                 Frankendales
                 us'd
                 .
                 In
                 Pomeren
              
               
                 The
                 poor
                 inhabitants
                 were
                 forc'd
                 to
                 eat
              
               
                 Up
                 their
                 own
                 excrements
                 :
                 unpleasing
                 meat
                 !
              
               
                 Many
                 suspected
                 to
                 have
                 hidden
                 Gold
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 silver
                 ,
                 suff'red
                 torments
                 manyfold
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 cords
                 the
                 heads
                 of
                 some
                 they
                 wound
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 twisted
                 them
                 until
                 the
                 blood
                 did
                 sprout
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 their
                 eyes
                 ,
                 ears
                 ,
                 noses
                 ;
                 nay
                 ,
                 unto
              
               
                 Tongues
                 ,
                 Cheeks
                 ,
                 Breasts
                 ,
                 Legs
                 ,
                 and
                 secret
                 parts
                 they
                 do
              
               
                 Tie
                 burning
                 matches
                 ,
                 yea
                 ,
                 the
                 parts
                 of
                 shame
              
               
                 Stuff'd
                 with
                 gun-powder
                 ,
                 burst
                 with
                 horrid
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 knives
                 and
                 bodkins
                 they
                 do
                 pink
                 the
                 skin
              
               
                 And
                 flesh
                 of
                 some
                 ,
                 draw
                 stiff
                 cords
                 out
                 and
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 rosted
                 were
                 with
                 gentle
                 fires
                 ,
                 some
                 smok'd
              
               
                 Like
                 bacon-hogs
                 ;
                 others
                 hot
                 Ovens
                 chok'd
                 ;
              
               
               
                 The
                 hands
                 and
                 feet
                 of
                 some
                 so
                 hard
                 were
                 girted
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 from
                 their
                 fingers
                 ends
                 and
                 toes
                 there
                 spirted
              
               
                 Sanguineous
                 drops
                 .
                 They
                 ty'd
                 the
                 arms
                 and
                 legs
              
               
                 Of
                 some
                 together
                 backwards
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 rags
              
               
                 Ram'd
                 up
                 their
                 mouths
                 ,
                 because
                 they
                 should
                 not
                 pray
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 hung
                 up
                 by
                 the
                 privy
                 members
                 ;
                 they
              
               
                 Hearing
                 their
                 outcries
                 ,
                 did
                 with
                 tear-throat
                 tones
                 ,
              
               
                 Contend
                 to
                 drown
                 their
                 lamentable
                 mones
                 .
              
               
                 Had
                 any
                 ruptures
                 ?
                 they
                 ealarg'd
                 their
                 pain
              
               
                 By
                 firing
                 gunpowder
                 :
                 they
                 faces
                 plain
              
               
                 With
                 chisels
                 ;
                 and
                 detesticle
                 some
                 men
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 presence
                 of
                 their
                 wives
                 and
                 childeren
                 .
              
               
                 Others
                 ,
                 stark
                 naked
                 through
                 the
                 streets
                 are
                 drag'd
                 ,
              
               
                 VVounded
                 with
                 axes
                 ,
                 hammers
                 ;
                 some
                 are
                 gag'd
              
               
                 And
                 stinking
                 water
                 ,
                 Urine
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 like
                 ,
              
               
                 Pour'd
                 down
                 their
                 throats
                 ,
                 till
                 sudden
                 sickness
                 strike
              
               
                 Them
                 well-night
                 '
                 dead
                 :
                 their
                 bellies
                 beyond
                 measure
              
               
                 B'ing
                 fill'd
                 ,
                 did
                 swell
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 they
                 dy'd
                 by
                 leasure
                 .
              
               
                 Down
                 others
                 throats
                 they
                 knotted
                 clouts
                 constrain
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 a
                 packthread
                 ,
                 pull
                 them
                 up
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 displacing
                 of
                 their
                 bowels
                 ;
                 some
              
               
                 VVere
                 by'c
                 made
                 deaf
                 .
                 or
                 blinde
                 ,
                 or
                 lame
                 ,
                 or
                 dum'b
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 have
                 their
                 legs
                 sawn
                 off
                 ;
                 and
                 others
                 have
              
               
                 Their
                 members
                 dislocated
                 ;
                 those
                 that
                 crave
              
               
                 Gods
                 blest
                 assistance
                 ,
                 are
                 enforc'd
                 to
                 call
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Dev'l
                 for
                 help
                 ,
                 or
                 none
                 at
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 husband
                 pleaded
                 for
                 his
                 wife
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 the
                 wife
                 beg'd
                 but
                 for
                 her
                 husbands
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 take
                 the
                 intercessor
                 ,
                 and
                 likewise
              
               
                 Excruciate
                 him
                 before
                 the
                 others
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 many
                 by
                 their
                 hard
                 frications
              
               
                 They
                 bar'd
                 the
                 legs
                 ,
                 unto
                 the
                 very
                 bones
                 .
              
               
                 Others
                 bound
                 backward
                 by
                 the
                 arms
                 ,
                 were
                 hung
              
               
                 By
                 those
                 distorted
                 parts
                 ;
                 both
                 old
                 and
                 young
              
               
               
                 Rather
                 desired
                 to
                 be
                 shot
                 ,
                 or
                 slain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 die
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 then
                 remain
              
               
                 Alive
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 partakers
                 of
                 such
                 woes
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 were
                 like
                 to
                 feel
                 ;
                 for
                 Ah!
                 their
                 foes
              
               
                 Took
                 away
                 all
                 their
                 corn
                 ;
                 in
                 stead
                 of
                 bread
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 roots
                 and
                 water
                 ,
                 they
                 were
                 glad
                 to
                 feed
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 some
                 ,
                 stripp'd
                 to
                 the
                 very
                 skin
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 not
                 one
                 sory
                 ragg
                 ,
                 to
                 wrap
                 them
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Hence
                 fruitful
                 soils
                 ,
                 were
                 utterly
                 destroy'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Cities
                 ,
                 and
                 towns
                 ,
                 and
                 villages
                 left
                 voyd
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 sack'd
                 ;
                 all
                 the
                 woods
                 fell'd
                 ;
                 the
                 ground
                 untill'd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 ev'ry
                 Church
                 with
                 desolation
                 fill'd
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Reverend
                 Divine
                 ,
                 bound
                 to
                 a
                 table
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 rortur'd
                 by
                 a
                 cat
                 .
                 VVhat
                 pen
                 is
                 able
              
               
                 To
                 paint
                 their
                 beastliness
                 ?
                 maids
                 wives
                 ,
                 chast
                 dames
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 forc'd
                 to
                 prostrate
                 to
                 their
                 lech'rous
                 flames
                 ,
              
               
                 Friends
                 looking
                 on
                 ;
                 yea
                 ,
                 women
                 great
                 with
                 child
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 child-bed
                 ton
                 :
                 the
                 Churches
                 they
                 defil'd
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Bedlam-houses
                 ,
                 Hospitals
                 also
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Hessen
                 land
                 they
                 let
                 the
                 women
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 After
                 they
                 ty'd
                 about
                 their
                 ears
                 their
                 coats
                 .
              
               
                 Dead
                 corpses
                 violated
                 were
                 .
                 The
                 Croats
              
               
                 Devour'd
                 young
                 infants
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 commons
                 brain'd
              
               
                 On
                 light
                 occasions
                 ;
                 scarce
                 a
                 man
                 remain'd
              
               
                 Alive
                 in
                 many
                 places
                 ,
                 that
                 might
                 tell
              
               
                 The
                 outrage
                 of
                 those
                 furies
                 born
                 in
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 did
                 this
                 land
                 his
                 warning
                 pieces
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 Before
                 his
                 murth'ring-pieces
                 gave
                 the
                 blow
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 blood-red
                 Comet
                 with
                 a
                 flaming
                 beard
              
               
                 For
                 thirty
                 daies
                 together
                 there
                 appear'd
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 God
                 sent
                 to
                 those
                 ,
                 which
                 had
                 so
                 long
                 abhor'd
              
               
                 His
                 faithfull
                 Pastors
                 ,
                 and
                 despis'd
                 his
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 ominous
                 Torch
                 ,
                 that
                 while
                 asleep
                 they
                 lie
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 soft
                 pillow
                 of
                 security
                 ,
              
               
               
                 They
                 might
                 b'
                 awoken
                 and
                 repent
                 reform
              
               
                 Their
                 lives
                 ,
                 or
                 otherwise
                 expect
                 a
                 storme
                 ,
              
               
                 Foretold
                 by
                 's
                 Ministers
                 ,
                 (
                 so
                 ill-befriended
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 which
                 this
                 formidable
                 signe
                 portended
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Groningen
                 a
                 blazing
                 Star
                 hung
                 forth
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 One
                 Army
                 in
                 the
                 East
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 North
              
               
                 Another
                 were
                 engag'd
                 and
                 did
                 contest
              
               
                 Till
                 that
                 was
                 worsted
                 ,
                 this
                 obtain'd
                 the
                 best
                 .
                 
              
               
                 At
                 Wien
                 water
                 turn'd
                 to
                 blood
                 ;
                 three
                 Suns
              
               
                 Appear'd
                 at
                 once
                 ;
                 the
                 thundring
                 of
                 great
                 guns
              
               
                 Was
                 heard
                 ;
                 two
                 Armyes
                 then
                 by
                 clear
                 day-light
              
               
                 Deeply
                 engaging
                 in
                 a
                 bloody
                 fight
                 .
                 
              
               
                 At
                 Wittemburgh
                 and
                 Darmstad
                 ,
                 blood
                 it
                 rain'd
                 .
                 
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 ,
                 that
                 houses
                 and
                 stone
                 walls
                 were
                 stain'd
              
               
                 Therewith
                 ;
                 trees
                 wept
                 red
                 drops
                 besmear'd
                 were
                 then
              
               
                 The
                 hands
                 and
                 sickles
                 of
                 the
                 Harvest-men
                 .
                 
              
               
                 At
                 Rat'sbone
                 a
                 strange
                 tempest
                 bart'red
                 down
              
               
                 Above
                 four
                 hundred
                 houses
                 in
                 the
                 town
                 ;
              
               
                 Kill'd
                 onely
                 four
                 ;
                 it
                 trees
                 by
                 th'roots
                 up
                 tore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 within
                 a
                 quarter
                 of
                 an
                 hour
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Near
                 Troppaw
                 a
                 great
                 number
                 of
                 Jack
                 Daws
              
               
                 Eagerly
                 fought
                 with
                 their
                 〈◊〉
                 claws
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 battle
                 lasted
                 long
                 and
                 〈◊〉
                 Jacks
              
               
                 Fall'n
                 down
                 the
                 country
                 men
                 repieuish'd
                 sacks
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 lower
                 Saxon
                 a
                 loaf
                 of
                 bread
              
               
                 Bought
                 by
                 a
                 woman
                 in
                 the
                 cutting
                 bled
                 .
              
               
                 During
                 Magdenburge
                 siege
                 ,
                 a
                 capeain's
                 wife
              
               
                 In
                 child-bed
                 dy'd
                 ,
                 
                 body
                 with
                 a
                 knife
              
               
                 Was
                 ripped
                 open
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 womb
                 did
                 hold
              
               
                 A
                 boy
                 as
                 big
                 as
                 one
                 of
                 three
                 years
                 old
                 ;
              
               
                 Having
                 an
                 Helmet
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 breastplate
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 boots
                 also
                 after
                 the
                 French
                 fash'on
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 his
                 side
                 there
                 hang'd
                 a
                 builet-pouch
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Altenburge
                 ,
                 
                 if
                 any
                 did
                 but
                 touch
              
               
               
                 A
                 blood-turn'd
                 stinking
                 fish-pond
                 ,
                 he
                 not
                 well
              
               
                 Could
                 in
                 three
                 dayes
                 wash
                 off
                 the
                 stinking
                 smell
                 .
              
               
                 Two
                 Armyes
                 of
                 strange
                 birds
                 in
                 Henssen
                 fought
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 A
                 randevouz
                 of
                 dogs
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 brought
              
               
                 T'
                 a
                 peace
                 ;
                 but
                 seeing
                 musqueteers
                 ,
                 they
                 joyn
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 their
                 guns
                 beat
                 them
                 away
                 ,
                 kill'd
                 nine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXVII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 France
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 1524.
                 
              
               
                 AT
                 
                   Melden
                   ,
                   Paris
                   ,
                   Fonutains
                   ,
                   Lions
                   ,
                   Rhone
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Many
                 were
                 put
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 some
                 burn'd
                 ,
                 some
                 thrown
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 liquid
                 flood
                 ;
                 into
                 the
                 fire
              
               
                 Others
                 let
                 down
                 by
                 pulleys
                 ,
                 did
                 expire
                 ;
              
               
                 Others
                 with
                 Oyl
                 and
                 brimstone
                 were
                 anointed
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 burnt
                 ;
                 many
                 distong'd
                 ;
                 disnos'd
                 dis-joynted
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 slander'd
                 ;
                 some
                 imprison'd
                 were
                 ;
                 some
                 rack'd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 that
                 would
                 not
                 bow
                 ,
                 nor
                 give
                 respect
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Images
                 of
                 molten-lead
                 ,
              
               
                 Passing
                 along
                 the
                 streets
                 ,
                 were
                 massacred
                 .
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Clark
                
                 ,
                 through
                 zeal
                 ,
                 brake
                 all
                 the
                 Idols
                 down
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 could
                 light
                 on
                 :
                 in
                 the
                 Metzian
                 town
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemn'd
                 he
                 was
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 and
                 first
                 to
                 lose
              
               
                 His
                 right
                 hand
                 ,
                 then
                 his
                 arms
                 ,
                 and
                 breasts
                 ,
                 and
                 nose
                 ;
              
               
                 VVhich
                 quietly
                 he
                 bore
                 ,
                 pronouncing
                 then
              
               
                 Their
                 gods
                 are
                 silver
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 made
                 by
                 men
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 they
                 burnt
                 him
                 .
                 At
                 the
                 Castle
                 Vik
              
               
                 Doctor
                 
                   John
                   Castellane
                
                 was
                 burned
                 quick
                 .
              
               
                 
                   James
                   Pana●e
                
                 one
                 that
                 educated
                 youth
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Paris
                 dy'd
                 for
                 the
                 professed
                 truth
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                   John
                   de
                   Cadurco
                
                 ,
                 a
                 renown'd
                 Divine
                 ,
              
               
                 Degraded
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 burnt
                 at
                 Limosine
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   John
                   de
                   Beck
                
                 a
                 Minister
                 at
                 Troyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Went
                 through
                 the
                 fire
                 unto
                 eternal
                 joyes
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 
                   Rutiers
                   ,
                   Stephen
                   Brune
                
                 for
                 Christ
                 his
                 sake
                 ,
              
               
                 Adjudged
                 was
                 to
                 suffer
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 fire
                 was
                 kindsed
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 wind
                 so
                 drave
              
               
                 The
                 flame
                 from
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 stood
                 up
                 and
                 gave
              
               
                 (
                 A
                 whole
                 hours
                 space
                 )
                 instructions
                 to
                 the
                 rude
              
               
                 And
                 easily-seduced
                 multitude
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 brought
                 Oyl-vessels
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 faggots
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 wind
                 continu'd
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 would
                 not
                 do
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 ,
                 the
                 hangman
                 struck
                 him
                 on
                 the
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 he
                 thus
                 :
                 And
                 must
                 I
                 then
                 indeed
              
               
                 Be
                 beaten
                 like
                 a
                 dog
                 ?
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 know
                 by
                 fire
                 I
                 am
                 condemn'd
                 to
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 thrust
                 through
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 fire
                 thrown
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 left
                 ashes
                 in
                 the
                 Air
                 were
                 strown
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Bour
                 deaux
                 ,
                 Aymond
                 de
                 Lavey
                 accus'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 friends
                 advis'd
                 his
                 flight
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 refus'd
                 .
              
               
                 Not
                 so
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 I
                 shall
                 be
                 thought
                 absurd
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 men
                 with
                 vain
                 dreams
                 not
                 Gods
                 pure
                 word
                 .
              
               
                 Whereas
                 I
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 truths
                 defender
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 and
                 body
                 too
                 up
                 to
                 surrender
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 pains
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 This
                 body
                 once
                 must
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 spir't
                 shall
                 live
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 eternally
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 swowned
                 ,
                 but
                 recov'ring
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Oh
                 Lord
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 why
                 hast
                 thou
                 sorsaken
                 me
                 ?
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 said
                 the
                 president
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 mistook
              
               
                 Curs'd
                 Lutherane
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 thy
                 God
                 forsook
                 :
              
               
                 Alas
                 good
                 masters
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 do
                 you
                 so
              
               
                 Torment
                 me
                 ?
                 Lord
                 ,
                 they
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 they
                 do
                 :
              
               
                 Forgive
                 them
                 I
                 beseech
                 thee
                 .
                 See
                 ,
                 said
                 thus
              
               
                 The
                 Pres'dent
                 ,
                 how
                 this
                 Caitiff
                 prayes
                 for
                 us
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Frier
                 drew
                 neer
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 (
                 condemn'd
                 )
                 begins
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 God
                 ,
                 not
                 you
                 ,
                 will
                 I
                 confess
                 my
                 sins
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 to
                 help
                 ;
                 do
                 not
                 despise
              
               
                 Thine-handy
                 work
                 .
                 My
                 brethren
                 ,
                 I
                 advise
              
               
                 You
                 that
                 are
                 Scholars
                 ,
                 to
                 improve
                 your
                 youth
              
               
                 In
                 learning
                 of
                 the
                 everlasting
                 truth
                 :
              
               
                 Labour
                 to
                 know
                 what
                 is
                 Jehovahs
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fear
                 not
                 them
                 that
                 can
                 the
                 body
                 kill
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 hurt
                 the
                 soul
                 :
                 my
                 flesh
                 (
                 too
                 weak
                 )
                 withstands
              
               
                 My
                 spir't
                 ;
                 which
                 Lord
                 I
                 give
                 into
                 thine
                 hands
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 he
                 strangled
                 was
                 ,
                 his
                 body
                 burn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 until
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 Doom
                 adjourn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 Bribard
                 ,
                 to
                 a
                 Card'nal
                 Secretary
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 
                   William
                   Hussou
                
                 an
                 Apothecary
              
               
                 Had
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 seattering
                 good
                 books
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cleaving
                 to
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 their
                 tongues
                 cut
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 a
                 pully
                 pulled
                 up
                 and
                 down
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 
                 they
                 dy'd
                 ,
                 but
                 gain'd
                 a
                 crown
                 .
              
               
                 
                   James
                   Cobard
                
                 ,
                 
                 having
                 prov'd
                 the
                 Mass
                 a
                 fable
                 ,
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 quick
                 nor
                 dead
                 not
                 profitable
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 at
                 St.
                 Michael
                 burnt
                 .
                 
                 
                   Stephen
                   Polliot
                
              
               
                 
                   Suffred
                   at
                
                 Paris
                 .
                 *
                 Michael
                 Michelet
              
               
                 Was
                 put
                 unto
                 his
                 choice
                 ,
                 either
                 to
                 turn
              
               
                 And
                 lose
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 or
                 persevere
                 ,
                 and
                 burn
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 answer'd
                 ,
                 God
                 who
                 caus'd
                 him
                 not
                 to
                 tire
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 give
                 him
                 patience
                 to
                 abide
                 the
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 Blondel
                 a
                 Merchant
                 that
                 profess'd
                 Christs
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemn'd
                 at
                 Paris
                 ,
                 
                 yeilded
                 to
                 the
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Hubert
                 ,
                 
                 a
                 young
                 man
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 rely
                 on
              
               
                 Christ
                 Jesus
                 merits
                 ,
                 suffered
                 at
                 Dyion
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Anus
                   Audeburt
                
                 drag'd
                 forth
                 ,
                 said
                 thus
                 ;
                 This
                 rope
              
               
                 My
                 wedding-girdly
                 is
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 I
                 hope
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 conjon'd
                 to
                 Christ
                 :
                 I
                 was
                 first
                 marri'd
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 Saturday
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 have
                 tarri'd
              
               
               
                 Until
                 another
                 Saturday
                 ,
                 wherein
              
               
                 I
                 shall
                 (
                 glad
                 day
                 !
                 )
                 be
                 married
                 agin
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 in
                 the
                 dung-Cart
                 sang
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 fire
              
               
                 Her
                 constancy
                 Spectators
                 did
                 admire
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Florent
                   Venote
                
                 ,
                 that
                 had
                 four
                 years
                 lain
              
               
                 In
                 Paris
                 prison
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 kinds
                 of
                 pain
              
               
                 He
                 felt
                 and
                 overcome
                 ;
                 for
                 seven
                 weeks
                 space
              
               
                 Was
                 close
                 confin'd
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 narrow
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 could
                 neither
                 stand
                 (
                 with
                 ease
                 )
                 nor
                 ly
                 :
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 distongu'd
                 ,
                 
                 he
                 in
                 the
                 fire
                 did
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 a
                 young
                 man
                 ,
                 was
                 rack'd
                 so
                 long
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 hangman
                 grew
                 a
                 weary
                 :
                 one
                 among
              
               
                 Th'Ir
                 quis'tors
                 wept
                 .
                 They
                 bare
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 burn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 asked
                 him
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 would
                 yet
                 be
                 turn'd
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 Friends
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 in
                 my
                 way
              
               
                 To
                 God
                 ,
                 O
                 do
                 not
                 hinder
                 me
                 I
                 pray
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Mathew
                 Dimonel
                 ,
                 
                 Simon
                 Laloe
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 
                   Peter
                   Serre
                
                 ,
                 did
                 torments
                 undergo
                 .
              
               
                 Two
                 men
                 at
                 Nivern
                 ,
                 
                 had
                 their
                 tongues
                 pull'd
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 God
                 was
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 bring
                 it
                 so
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 spake
                 plain
                 ,
                 We
                 bid
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 flesh
                 ,
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 devil
                 farewel
                 ,
                 never
                 to
                 meet
                 agin
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 brimstoue
                 ,
                 and
                 gunpowder
                 bring
                 a
                 fresh
              
               
                 Supply
                 ;
                 salt
                 on
                 ,
                 salt
                 on
                 this
                 stinking
                 flesh
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 persisting
                 constant
                 till
                 the
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 souls
                 to
                 heaven
                 ,
                 their
                 earth
                 to
                 ashes
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Philbert
                   Hamlin
                
                 fed
                 the
                 cruel
                 flame
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 One
                 Nicholas
                 of
                 Jenvil
                 did
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 
              
               
                 At
                 Paris
                 did
                 a
                 Christian
                 congregation
              
               
                 Run
                 through
                 much
                 sorrow
                 :
                 by
                 the
                 Mediation
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Palat'nate
                 Prince
                 ,
                 and
                 Switzers
                 ,
                 some
              
               
                 Of
                 them
                 (
                 hardly
                 )
                 escaped
                 Martyrdome
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Danphin
                   ,
                   Provence
                
                 ,
                 multitudes
                 were
                 kill'd
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 many
                 other
                 place
                 blood
                 was
                 spill'd
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 yet
                 the
                 Church
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 it
                 was
                 supprest
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 a
                 Palm
                 ,
                 still
                 more
                 and
                 more
                 encreast
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXVIII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 in
                 the
                 time
                 of
                 the
                 Civil
                 Warrs
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 Anno
                 1562.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 Duke
                 
                   de
                   Guise
                
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 upon
                 a
                 day
              
               
                 Tow'rds
                 Paris
                 past
                 ,
                 took
                 Vassy
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 ears
                 informing
                 him
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 Bell
              
               
                 That
                 rang
                 to
                 service
                 in
                 a
                 Barn
                 ,
                 he
                 fell
              
               
                 Thereon
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 troops
                 :
                 his
                 widened
                 throat
              
               
                 Bawl'd
                 out
                 ,
                 Kill
                 ,
                 death
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 each
                 Huguenote
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 then
                 with
                 bullets
                 ,
                 some
                 with
                 swords
                 ,
                 were
                 slain
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 hang'd
                 ;
                 the
                 heads
                 of
                 others
                 cleft
                 in
                 twain
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 lost
                 their
                 arms
                 and
                 hands
                 ;
                 some
                 shred
                 for
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 upon
                 ;
                 above
                 twelve
                 hundred
                 souls
                 (
                 fowles
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 degrees
                 ,
                 and
                 ranks
                 ,
                 were
                 kill'd
                 :
                 so
                 don
              
               
                 The
                 Duke
                 to
                 Paris
                 march'd
                 ,
                 and
                 seiz'd
                 upon
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 filled
                 with
                 abuses
              
               
                 The
                 places
                 set
                 apart
                 for
                 pious
                 uses
                 .
              
               
                 Roan
                 taken
                 by
                 him
                 ,
                 was
                 for
                 three
                 dayes
                 sack'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Citizens
                 thereof
                 disliv'd
                 ,
                 and
                 rack'd
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 menacing
                 to
                 ruinate
                 Orleance
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 young
                 man
                 shot
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 deliver
                 France
              
               
                 From
                 his
                 great
                 violence
                 .
                 Peace
                 was
                 procur'd
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 happy
                 peace
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 not
                 long
                 endur'd
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Popish
                 party
                 banishing
                 all
                 pity
                 .
              
               
                 Kill'd
                 all
                 ,
                 spar'd
                 none
                 in
                 the
                 Lutetian
                 City
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Amiens
                 ,
                 the
                 slain
                 were
                 thrown
                 in
                 brooks
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 Bibles
                 burned
                 and
                 Divin'cy
                 books
                 .
              
               
               
                 At
                 
                   Meaux
                   ,
                   Sens
                   ,
                   Mans
                
                 ,
                 they
                 drag'd
                 some
                 on
                 the
                 stones
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dash'd
                 against
                 the
                 walls
                 the
                 little
                 ones
                 :
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 their
                 houses
                 level'd
                 with
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Hundreds
                 were
                 massacred
                 ,
                 starv'd
                 ,
                 hang'd
                 ,
                 or
                 drown'd
                 .
              
               
                 Many
                 were
                 hal'd
                 to
                 Mass
                 ;
                 and
                 some
                 re-wedded
                 ,
              
               
                 Babes
                 re-baptized
                 ;
                 others
                 were
                 beheaded
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Bar
                 they
                 rip'd
                 up
                 many
                 brests
                 ,
                 and
                 draw'd
              
               
                 Mens
                 hearts
                 thereout
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 their
                 teeth
                 them
                 gnaw'd
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 
                   Malicorn
                   ,
                   Montargis
                
                 town
                 had
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 slew
                 the
                 towns-men
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 Cannon-shot
              
               
                 Threatned
                 the
                 Lady
                 Rhene
                 to
                 batter
                 down
              
               
                 Her
                 Castle
                 ,
                 if
                 she
                 did
                 the
                 Christians
                 own
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 give
                 them
                 up
                 to
                 him
                 :
                 the
                 Princess
                 stout
                 ,
              
               
                 Bravely
                 reply'd
                 :
                 Look
                 what
                 you
                 go
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 charge
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 man
                 in
                 this
                 Realm
              
               
                 (
                 The
                 King
                 excepted
                 )
                 that
                 can
                 overwhelm
              
               
                 My
                 pinace
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 waves
                 of
                 a
                 command
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 your
                 battery
                 go
                 on
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 stand
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 breach
                 ,
                 to
                 try
                 ,
                 whether
                 or
                 no
                 you
                 dare
              
               
                 Thus
                 kill
                 the
                 daughter
                 of
                 a
                 King
                 :
                 I
                 fear
              
               
                 Your
                 threats
                 ?
                 not
                 I
                 :
                 I
                 want
                 nor
                 means
                 ,
                 nor
                 power
              
               
                 T'
                 avenge
                 me
                 on
                 your
                 boldness
                 ,
                 and
                 devour
              
               
                 Your
                 murtherous
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 utterly
                 deface
              
               
                 The
                 infants
                 of
                 your
                 most
                 rebellious
                 race
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Malicorn
                 thus
                 heard
                 the
                 Lady
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 pulled
                 in
                 his
                 horn
                 ,
                 and
                 sneak'd
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Anger
                 's
                 into
                 rivers
                 some
                 were
                 thrown
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 executed
                 :
                 a
                 gilt
                 Bible
                 shown
              
               
                 Upon
                 an
                 halbard
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 they
                 sang
                 ,
              
               
                 Behold
                 how
                 well
                 the
                 Hug'nots
                 truth
                 doth
                 hang
                 ;
              
               
                 Hark
                 what
                 the
                 everlasting
                 God
                 ,
                 will
                 tell
                 ;
              
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 devils
                 in
                 hell
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 throw
                 't
                 i'
                 th'
                 river
                 ,
                 and
                 renew'd
                 their
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Behold
                 !
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 devils
                 drown'd
                 .
              
               
               
               
               
               
               
                 At
                 Ablevilly
                 ,
                 Anger
                 's
                 ,
                 Foix
                 ,
                 Auxerre
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Troys
                 ,
                 Crant
                 ,
                 Nevers
                 ,
                 Chastillon
                 ,
                 and
                 Bar
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Bloys
                   ,
                   Tholouse
                
                 ,
                 as
                 also
                 Careasson
                 ,
              
               
                 Many
                 outragious
                 villainies
                 were
                 don
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Sens
                 ,
                 and
                 Tours
                 ,
                 hundreds
                 were
                 put
                 to
                 slaughter
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 hang'd
                 up
                 by
                 one
                 foot
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 water
              
               
                 Their
                 heads
                 and
                 breasts
                 :
                 the
                 bowels
                 are
                 pluck'd
                 out
              
               
                 Their
                 rip'd-up
                 bellies
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 thrown
                 about
              
               
                 The
                 mi'ry
                 streets
                 :
                 they
                 torture
                 ev'ry
                 joynt
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 stick
                 their
                 hearts
                 upon
                 their
                 daggers
                 point
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Counsellor
                 was
                 hang'd
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 request
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 own
                 father
                 ,
                 (
                 O
                 unnat'ral
                 brest
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 Parisian
                 Senators
                 decree
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 The
                 bells
                 are
                 sounded
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Christians
                 be
              
               
                 Destroy'd
                 in
                 ev'ry
                 place
                 ,
                 all
                 their
                 estates
              
               
                 Seiz'd
                 on
                 by
                 Catholicks
                 and
                 runagates
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Ligneul
                 some
                 they
                 hang'd
                 .
                 The
                 village
                 Aze
              
               
                 They
                 set
                 one
                 fire
                 ,
                 and
                 joy'd
                 to
                 see
                 it
                 blaze
                 .
              
               
                 Augustine
                 Marlorate
                 
                   was
                   hang'd
                   at
                
                 Rhone
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 streetswith
                 slaughter'd
                 carkasses
                 were
                 strown
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Gaillac
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 steep
                 precipice
              
               
                 Many
                 were
                 flung
                 down
                 headlong
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 trice
              
               
                 Caught
                 break-neck
                 falls
                 .
                 In
                 Souraze
                 some
                 were
                 cram'd
              
               
                 VVith
                 lime
                 ,
                 and
                 down
                 their
                 throats
                 had
                 Urine
                 ram'd
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Peter
                   Roch
                
                 ,
                 they
                 buried
                 alive
              
               
                 VVithin
                 his
                 self-made
                 grave
                 .
                 They
                 did
                 deprive
              
               
                 Many
                 of
                 all
                 they
                 had
                 ,
                 others
                 were
                 crown'd
              
               
                 VVith
                 thorns
                 ;
                 and
                 others
                 in
                 a
                 well
                 were
                 drown'd
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Captain
                 Durre
                 ,
                 a
                 godly
                 widdow
                 told
              
               
                 Ualess
                 she
                 would
                 produce
                 her
                 hid-up
                 gold
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 'd
                 rost
                 her
                 quick
                 ,
                 and
                 after
                 throw
                 her
                 down
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 sublimest
                 tower
                 in
                 the
                 town
                 .
              
               
                 VVell
                 (
                 said
                 she
                 )
                 though
                 I
                 fall
                 ,
                 yet
                 shall
                 I
                 stand
              
               
                 Supported
                 by
                 the
                 Lord
                 Almightie's
                 hand
                 .
              
               
               
                 He
                 made
                 her
                 drink
                 his
                 piss
                 ;
                 then
                 in
                 her
                 face
              
               
                 Flung
                 the
                 remainder
                 ,
                 and
                 withall
                 the
                 glass
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 claps
                 her
                 up
                 ,
                 more
                 torments
                 to
                 abide
                 :
              
               
                 Her
                 friends
                 redeem'd
                 her
                 ,
                 but
                 she
                 shortly
                 did
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Prot'stants
                 of
                 Valougne
                 .
                 their
                 dear
                 lives
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 souldiers
                 in
                 their
                 houses
                 rul'd
                 the
                 rost
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Mascon
                   ,
                   Bonnet
                   Bor
                
                 ,
                 a
                 rare
                 Divine
                 ,
              
               
                 Scoff'd
                 ,
                 beaten
                 ,
                 drown'd
                 ,
                 Lamp-like
                 in
                 heav'n
                 doth
                 shine
                 .
              
               
                 Monsieur
                 Valongues
                 a
                 Minister
                 ,
                 they
                 kill'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 spurn'd
                 his
                 naked
                 corps
                 :
                 the
                 Mass-Priests
                 fill'd
              
               
                 His
                 mouth
                 and
                 wounds
                 with
                 Bible-leaves
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Preach
                 thou
                 Gods
                 truth
                 ,
                 now
                 invocate
                 his
                 aid
                 .
              
               
                 Monluc
                 at
                 Reim
                 brain'd
                 sucking
                 infants
                 ,
                 then
              
               
                 The
                 mothers
                 ;
                 hang'd
                 above
                 five
                 hundred
                 men
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 sprinkled
                 salt
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 bleeding
                 wounds
              
               
                 Of
                 one
                 poor
                 mangled
                 man.
                 Monluc
                 confounds
              
               
                 The
                 Protestants
                 in
                 fight
                 ,
                 the
                 prisoners
              
               
                 He
                 hangs
                 ,
                 especially
                 the
                 Ministers
                 .
              
               
                 Captain
                 Lamoths
                 ,
                 he
                 stabs
                 ;
                 that
                 will
                 not
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 thrusts
                 him
                 with
                 a
                 rapier
                 ,
                 through
                 ,
                 and
                 thro
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 blasphemous
                 mouth
                 these
                 words
                 lets
                 fly
                 .
              
               
                 Villain
                 ,
                 thou
                 in
                 despite
                 of
                 God
                 shalt
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 prov'd
                 a
                 lyar
                 ,
                 though
                 the
                 man
                 endur'd
              
               
                 Such
                 mortal
                 wounds
                 ,
                 yet
                 was
                 he
                 strangely
                 cur'd
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Limoux
                 ,
                 Grenoble
                 ,
                 Beann
                 ,
                 Cisteron
                 ,
              
               
                 Normay
                 ,
                 and
                 Aurange
                 ,
                 many
                 undergon
              
               
                 Hard
                 usage
                 ,
                 Ah!
                 what
                 hearts
                 ?
                 what
                 tongues
                 ?
                 what
                 Quills
                 ?
              
               
                 Can
                 think
                 ,
                 can
                 speak
                 ,
                 can
                 write
                 ,
                 those
                 worst
                 of
                 ills
                 ?
              
               
                 Females
                 were
                 ravish'd
                 :
                 others
                 drown'd
                 :
                 some
                 kill'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 houses
                 with
                 unruly
                 souldiers
                 fill'd
                 .
              
               
                 Hundreds
                 of
                 women
                 ,
                 nay
                 ,
                 and
                 children
                 too
              
               
                 Like
                 harmless
                 sheep
                 unto
                 the
                 slaughter
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 to
                 blaspheme
                 that
                 would
                 not
                 be
                 constrain'd
                 .
              
               
                 Were
                 with
                 the
                 butt-end
                 of
                 a
                 musket
                 brain'd
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Or
                 hewn
                 as
                 small
                 as
                 herbs
                 unto
                 the
                 pot
                 ;
              
               
                 Others
                 rhrown
                 out
                 at
                 windowes
                 ,
                 others
                 shot
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 fair
                 young
                 woman
                 ,
                 after
                 much
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 ravished
                 before
                 her
                 husbands
                 sace
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 forc'd
                 to
                 hold
                 a
                 rapier
                 wherewith
              
               
                 One
                 made
                 her
                 ,
                 her
                 own
                 husband
                 kill
                 .
                 A
                 Smith
              
               
                 Because
                 he
                 would
                 not
                 give
                 the
                 devil
                 his
                 soul
                 ,
              
               
                 B'ing
                 on
                 his
                 anvil
                 laid
                 ,
                 they
                 beat
                 his
                 poul
              
               
                 In
                 pieces
                 with
                 great
                 hammers
                 ;
                 some
                 were
                 crush'd
              
               
                 To
                 death
                 with
                 weights
                 ,
                 others
                 were
                 har
                 quebush'd
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 dash'd
                 brest-sucking
                 babes
                 against
                 the
                 walls
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 slew
                 the
                 crazy
                 in
                 the
                 hospitals
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 sex
                 ,
                 nor
                 age
                 ,
                 nor
                 quality
                 they
                 let
              
               
                 Go
                 free
                 :
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 was
                 fish
                 that
                 came
                 to
                 net
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Massacre
                   at
                   PARIS
                   ,
                   Anno
                   1571.
                   
                
                 
                   WHen
                   the
                   third
                   Civil
                   War
                   in
                   France
                   was
                   ended
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Massacre
                   at
                   Paris
                   was
                   intended
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   put
                   in
                   execution
                   :
                   first
                   of
                   all
                
                 
                   They
                   set
                   upon
                   and
                   slew
                   the
                   Admiral
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   watch-word
                   was
                   ,
                   the
                   tolling
                   of
                   a
                   bell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   rang
                   by
                   break
                   aday
                   :
                   the
                   cut-throats
                   fell
                
                 
                   On
                   the
                   attendants
                   of
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   Navar
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Prince
                   of
                   Conde
                   ;
                   not
                   the
                   least
                   of
                   favour
                
                 
                   Was
                   shew'd
                   to
                   any
                   :
                   they
                   knock'd
                   down
                   and
                   brain'd
                
                 
                   Ten
                   thousand
                   persons
                   :
                   Sein'c
                   swift
                   streams
                   were
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   effused
                   blood
                   ;
                   the
                   streets
                   were
                   pav'd
                   (
                   stain'd
                
                 
                   With
                   mangled
                   bodies
                   ,
                   not
                   a
                   man
                   was
                   sav'd
                
                 
                 
                   These
                   blood-hounds
                   met
                   with
                   ;
                   Pistols
                   ,
                   Poiniards
                   ,
                   Knives
                   ,
                
                 
                   Curtlaces
                   ,
                   Pikes
                   ,
                   did
                   make
                   away
                   with
                   lives
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Muskets
                   bouncings
                   !
                   Oh
                   the
                   horrid
                   tones
                
                 
                   Of
                   howling
                   murth'rers
                   mix'd
                   with
                   dying
                   grones
                   !
                
                 
                   The
                   Lords
                   and
                   Gentlemen
                   were
                   murthered
                
                 
                   Some
                   on
                   their
                   houses
                   roofs
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   in
                   bed
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   France
                   (
                   this
                   persecution
                   so
                   encreas'd
                   )
                
                 
                   Were
                   thirty
                   thousand
                   Massacred
                   at
                   leaft
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   's
                   to
                   some
                   particulars
                   descend
                   ;
                
                 
                   One
                   Monsieur
                   
                     de
                     la
                     Place
                  
                   was
                   brought
                   t'
                   his
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     Peter
                     Ramus
                  
                   with
                   his
                   life
                   did
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   The
                   Kings
                   Professor
                   in
                   that
                   subtile
                   Art
                   )
                
                 
                   Thrown
                   from
                   the
                   chamber
                   window
                   ,
                   trail'd
                   about
                
                 
                   The
                   streets
                   ,
                   and
                   whip'd
                   ,
                   his
                   bowels
                   falling
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   villain
                   snatched
                   up
                   a
                   little
                   child
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   toy'd
                   ,
                   and
                   played
                   with
                   his
                   beard
                   ,
                   and
                   smil'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   (
                   hard
                   hearted
                   wretch
                   !
                   )
                   not
                   mov'd
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   Drew
                   out
                   his
                   sword
                   ,
                   and
                   stabbed
                   it
                   withall
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cast
                   it
                   all
                   gore-blood
                   into
                   the
                   river
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   gnaws
                   an
                   infant's
                   heart
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                   the
                   liver
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   protestants
                   ,
                   as
                   did
                   through
                   fear
                   revolt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Must
                   in
                   the
                   fore-front
                   ,
                   give
                   the
                   first
                   assault
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   be
                   kill'd
                   themselves
                   .
                   Some
                   had
                   their
                   grease
                
                 
                   Try'd
                   out
                   and
                   sold
                   .
                   They
                   us'd
                   such
                   blasphemies
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   's
                   now
                   your
                   God
                   ?
                   are
                   Psalmes
                   and
                   Prayers
                   come
                
                 
                   To
                   this
                   ?
                   sure
                   he
                   is
                   either
                   deaf
                   ,
                   or
                   dumb
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   him
                   come
                   save
                   you
                   ,
                   if
                   he
                   can
                   :
                   they
                   cry'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Kill
                   ,
                   kill
                   them
                   all
                   ,
                   and
                   let
                   's
                   the
                   spoil
                   divide
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   fearfull
                   shrikes
                   ,
                   and
                   outeries
                   were
                   there
                   then
                
                 
                   Caus'd
                   by
                   these
                   Devils
                   in
                   the
                   shapes
                   of
                   men
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   breaking
                   up
                   of
                   doors
                   ?
                   what
                   noise
                   of
                   guns
                
                 
                   At
                   Orleance
                   was
                   there
                   heard
                   ?
                   confusion
                   runs
                
                 
                   In
                   ev'ry
                   street
                   ;
                   what
                   trampling
                   of
                   War-Horses
                   ?
                
                 
                   Rumbling
                   of
                   Carts
                   ,
                   that
                   bore
                   away
                   dead
                   coarses
                   !
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Papists
                   ,
                   in
                   this
                   massacre
                   confess'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   slew
                   eighteen
                   thousand
                   at
                   the
                   least
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   them
                   boasted
                   in
                   the
                   streets
                   aloud
                   ,
                
                 
                   Th'nad
                   dy'd
                   their
                   doublets
                   in
                   the
                   Hug'nots
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   Tholouse
                   ,
                   they
                   the
                   call'd-out
                   pris'ners
                   slay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   suffring
                   them
                   to
                   speake
                   ,
                   much
                   less
                   to
                   pray
                   .
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   the
                   Parisian
                   massacre
                   was
                   known
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Bourdeaux
                   the
                   like
                   cruelty
                   was
                   shown
                   .
                
                 
                   How
                   sad
                   was
                   it
                   to
                   see
                   poor
                   Protestants
                
                 
                   VVander
                   now
                   here
                   ,
                   now
                   there
                   ,
                   and
                   none
                   their
                   wants
                
                 
                   Supply
                   !
                   Alas
                   unparalelled
                   woes
                   !
                
                 
                   Rejected
                   by
                   their
                   friends
                   ,
                   destroy'd
                   by
                   foes
                   !
                
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXIX
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 siege
                 of
                 Sancerte
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 ,
                 1573.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 Chastrian
                 Lord
                 besieging
                 Sancerre
                 town
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 thundring
                 cannons
                 play'd
                 ,
                 and
                 batter'd
                 down
              
               
                 Her
                 stony
                 walls
                 ;
                 the
                 shiver'd
                 timber
                 flew
              
               
                 Continually
                 about
                 ,
                 yet
                 none
                 it
                 slew
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 their
                 hats
                 ,
                 breeches
                 ,
                 and
                 coats
                 through
                 shot
                 ,
              
               
                 Themselves
                 not
                 hurt
                 nor
                 prejudic'd
                 one
                 jot
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 siege
                 endured
                 long
                 ;
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 through
                 want
                 ,
              
               
                 Horse-flesh
                 was
                 turn'd
                 to
                 food
                 ;
                 which
                 growing
                 scant
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Twons-men
                 fed
                 on
                 dogs
                 ,
                 cats
                 ,
                 rats
                 ,
                 mice
                 ,
                 moles
                 ,
              
               
                 Hides
                 ,
                 parchments
                 ,
                 halters
                 ,
                 Lantera-horns
                 ,
                 roots
                 ,
                 coals
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 bread
                 was
                 made
                 of
                 straw-meal
                 ;
                 they
                 did
                 boyl
              
               
                 Them
                 pottage
                 of
                 old
                 Oyntments
                 ,
                 grease
                 and
                 Oyl
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 these
                 fail'd
                 ,
                 they
                 pounded
                 nutshels
                 ,
                 slates
                 ,
              
               
                 Eat
                 mens
                 dung
                 fry'd
                 :
                 ho
                 !
                 these
                 were
                 precious
                 cates
                 !
              
               
               
                 A
                 lab'rer
                 and
                 his
                 wife
                 were
                 put
                 to
                 th'slaughter
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 feeding
                 on
                 their
                 famin-starved
                 daughter
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 little
                 corn
                 by
                 stoldred
                 brought
                 to
                 town
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 pound
                 was
                 valued
                 at
                 half
                 a
                 crown
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 sword
                 did
                 but
                 eighty
                 four
                 persons
                 slay
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 famine
                 half
                 a
                 thousand
                 swept
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 Many
                 chose
                 rather
                 to
                 resign
                 their
                 breath
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 swords
                 point
                 ,
                 then
                 famish'd
                 be
                 to
                 death
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 parents
                 look'd
                 upon
                 with
                 grief
                 of
                 heart
              
               
                 Their
                 children
                 ,
                 but
                 could
                 no
                 relief
                 impart
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 boy
                 of
                 five
                 years
                 old
                 ,
                 neer
                 spent
                 with
                 hunger
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 run
                 about
                 the
                 streets
                 ;
                 but
                 when
                 no
                 longer
              
               
                 His
                 feeble
                 feet
                 could
                 bear
                 him
                 ,
                 down
                 he
                 fell
              
               
                 Before
                 his
                 parents
                 sight
                 :
                 't
                 is
                 sad
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 The
                 horrour
                 of
                 their
                 souls
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 their
                 eyes
              
               
                 Ran
                 down
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 did
                 feel
                 his
                 with'red
                 thighs
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 said
                 the
                 child
                 ,
                 Father
                 and
                 mother
                 dear
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 mean
                 you
                 so
                 to
                 weep
                 ?
                 for
                 Gods
                 sake
                 spare
              
               
                 Those
                 needless
                 drops
                 ,
                 and
                 do'nt
                 my
                 cause
                 bemone
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 ask
                 no
                 bread
                 ,
                 as
                 knowing
                 you
                 have
                 none
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 Gods
                 will
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 should
                 rest
              
               
                 By
                 such
                 a
                 death
                 as
                 this
                 ;
                 his
                 name
                 be
                 blest
                 :
              
               
                 Have
                 not
                 I
                 (
                 mother
                 )
                 in
                 my
                 Bible
                 read
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Laz'rus
                 wants
                 ?
                 and
                 that
                 was
                 all
                 he
                 said
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 God
                 flirr'd
                 up
                 the
                 Polonians
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 free
                 the
                 poor
                 distress'd
                 Sancerrians
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 with
                 their
                 arms
                 and
                 goods
                 might
                 go
                 away
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 as
                 would
                 ,
                 might
                 without
                 trouble
                 stay
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   The
                   siege
                   of
                   Rochel
                   Anno
                   1573.
                   
                
                 
                   ROchel
                   besieg'd
                   ,
                   the
                   towns-men
                   salli'd
                   out
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   often
                   put
                   the
                   en'my
                   to
                   the
                   rout
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   one
                   months
                   space
                   the
                   soe
                   lay'd
                   on
                   so
                   hot
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   more
                   then
                   thirteen
                   thousand
                   Cannon-shot
                
                 
                   Discharg'd
                   against
                   the
                   Rochellers
                   ,
                   which
                   held
                
                 
                   Out
                   siege
                   fo
                   long
                   ,
                   till
                   famine
                   them
                   compell'd
                
                 
                   T'unlawful
                   meats
                   ,
                   all
                   their
                   provision
                   spent
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   O
                   admired
                   Providence
                   !
                   God
                   sent
                
                 
                   Them
                   fishes
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   such
                   abundant
                   store
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   like
                   was
                   never
                   seen
                   nor
                   heard
                   before
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   soon
                   as
                   the
                   edict
                   for
                   Peace
                   came
                   out
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Which
                   Legates
                   sent
                   from
                   Poland
                   brought
                   about
                   )
                
                 
                   They
                   went
                   away
                   ,
                   and
                   ne're
                   return'd
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   Divers
                   great
                   Lords
                   and
                   Gentlemen
                   were
                   slain
                
                 
                   During
                   this
                   siege
                   :
                   commanders
                   full
                   sixscore
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   twenty
                   thousand
                   souldiers
                   or
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   did
                   from
                   bloody
                   Massacres
                   retire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Receiv'd
                   at
                   Rochel
                   their
                   deserved
                   hire
                   .
                
                 
                   King
                   Charles
                   himself
                   fall'n
                   sick
                   ,
                   
                   t'
                   his
                   mother
                   cry'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Madam
                   I
                   pray
                   revenge
                   my
                   foes
                   ,
                   then
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Rochel
                   expecting
                   help
                   in
                   time
                   of
                   need
                
                 
                   From
                   England
                   ,
                   
                   England
                   prov'd
                   a
                   staff
                   of
                   reed
                
                 
                   Which
                   ran
                   into
                   their
                   hands
                   ,
                   whilst
                   they
                   depended
                
                 
                   Too
                   much
                   thereon
                   ;
                   the
                   City
                   (
                   ill
                   befriended
                   )
                
                 
                   B'ing
                   close
                   besieged
                   by
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   France
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   his
                   adherents
                   ,
                   the
                   inhabitants
                
                 
                   Shrewdly
                   put
                   to
                   't
                   ,
                   for
                   want
                   of
                   better
                   meat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   horses
                   ,
                   dogs
                   ,
                   cats
                   ,
                   rats
                   ,
                   and
                   leather
                   eat
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   poorer
                   sort
                   of
                   people
                   wanting
                   bread
                   ,
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   buttocks
                   of
                   the
                   dead
                   did
                   feed
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Young
                   maids
                   did
                   look
                   with
                   such
                   a
                   wrinkled
                   brow
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   though
                   they
                   had
                   a
                   hundred
                   years
                   ran
                   through
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   the
                   English
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   Freach
                   had
                   took
                
                 
                   The
                   City
                   ,
                   like
                   Anatomies
                   did
                   look
                   .
                
                 
                   How
                   sad
                   was
                   it
                   to
                   see
                   ,
                   their
                   hollow
                   eyes
                
                 
                   And
                   meagre
                   cheeks
                   ,
                   lank
                   bellies
                   ,
                   withr'ed
                   thighs
                   ?
                
                 
                   *
                   A
                   strike
                   of
                   wheat
                   at
                   twenty
                   at
                   pounds
                   was
                   rated
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   pound
                   of
                   bread
                   ,
                   worth
                   one
                   pound
                   estimated
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   quarter
                   of
                   a
                   sheep
                   did
                   six
                   pounds
                   utter
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   thirty
                   shillings
                   bought
                   a
                   pound
                   of
                   butter
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   one
                   poor
                   egge
                   ,
                   eight
                   shillings
                   was
                   layd
                   down
                   ;
                
                 
                   An
                   ounce
                   of
                   sugar
                   ,
                   yielded
                   half
                   a
                   crown
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   dry'd
                   fish
                   given
                   for
                   a
                   piece
                   in
                   gold
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   pint
                   of
                   French-Wine
                   ,
                   for
                   as
                   much
                   was
                   sold
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   pound
                   of
                   grapes
                   ,
                   thrice
                   twelve
                   pence
                   ;
                   milk
                   but
                   filling
                
                 
                   A
                   pint-pot
                   full
                   ,
                   valu'd
                   at
                   thirty
                   shilling
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXX
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 Christ
                 in
                 the
                 Valtoline
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1620.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 bloody
                 Papists
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Valtoline
              
               
                 Rising
                 in
                 arms
                 ,
                 did
                 furiously
                 combine
              
               
                 To
                 th'extirpation
                 of
                 the
                 Christian
                 train
                 ;
              
               
                 Drown'd
                 some
                 in
                 Alba
                 ,
                 others
                 they
                 did
                 brain
                 :
              
               
                 Shot
                 some
                 ,
                 and
                 strangled
                 others
                 ;
                 some
                 they
                 bee
              
               
                 With
                 knotty
                 clubs
                 ;
                 and
                 many
                 that
                 they
                 met
              
               
                 They
                 inhumanely
                 murth'red
                 ;
                 some
                 they
                 drew
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 their
                 naked
                 beds
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 imbrew
              
               
                 Their
                 hands
                 in
                 their
                 effused
                 gore
                 ;
                 they
                 slit
              
               
                 The
                 mouths
                 of
                 some
                 up
                 to
                 their
                 ears
                 ;
                 and
                 hit
              
               
               
                 Others
                 with
                 the
                 Strappado
                 ;
                 some
                 were
                 hack'd
              
               
                 To
                 pieces
                 ;
                 others
                 slash'd
                 ;
                 and
                 others
                 rack'd
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 was
                 compell'd
                 to
                 ride
                 upon
                 an
                 Asse
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 His
                 face
                 turn'd
                 to
                 the
                 tail
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 to
                 pass
              
               
                 The
                 market-place
                 ,
                 holding
                 in
                 's
                 hand
                 the
                 tail
              
               
                 As'cwere
                 a
                 bridle
                 ;
                 some
                 when
                 food
                 did
                 fail
              
               
                 Were
                 famished
                 ;
                 others
                 were
                 ston'd
                 ,
                 or
                 drown'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 their
                 very
                 bones
                 ,
                 to
                 powder
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 having
                 made
                 a
                 quick
                 dispatch
                 at
                 Tel
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 profane
                 wretches
                 ,
                 marched
                 thence
                 ,
                 and
                 fell
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Protestants
                 at
                 Church
                 elsewhere
                 ,
              
               
                 Kill'd
                 old
                 and
                 young
                 ,
                 and
                 shew'd
                 no
                 mercy
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 Lords
                 ,
                 nor
                 Gentlemen
                 :
                 to
                 death
                 they
                 shot
              
               
                 The
                 Ministers
                 :
                 Ladies
                 and
                 Children
                 ,
                 got
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 Bell-free
                 for
                 security
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 place
                 is
                 fired
                 ;
                 and
                 by
                 fire
                 ,
                 they
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Popish
                 party
                 under
                 a
                 pretence
              
               
                 Of
                 standing
                 for
                 the
                 Protestants
                 defence
              
               
                 At
                 Sondres
                 (
                 yet
                 for
                 all
                 they
                 kept
                 a
                 pother
                 )
              
               
                 They
                 one
                 destroyed
                 now
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 another
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 it
                 had
                 bin
                 done
                 by
                 accident
                 ,
              
               
                 Concealing
                 their
                 malevolous
                 intent
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 did
                 they
                 fall
                 to
                 plunder
                 ,
                 and
                 imbrew
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 hands
                 in
                 blood
                 ,
                 all
                 those
                 they
                 met
                 they
                 slew
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 a
                 Noble
                 Lady
                 which
                 refus'd
              
               
                 The
                 Romish
                 faith
                 :
                 to
                 whom
                 such
                 words
                 they
                 us'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Madam
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 tender
                 love
                 you
                 bear
              
               
                 To
                 your
                 young
                 infant
                 ,
                 in
                 your
                 arms
                 ,
                 give
                 ear
              
               
                 To
                 us
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 you
                 shall
                 be
                 kill'd
                 together
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 she
                 undauated
                 ,
                 thus
                 ;
                 I
                 came
                 not
                 hither
              
               
                 To
                 abnegate
                 my
                 faith
                 ,
                 nor
                 left
                 I
                 all
              
               
                 I
                 had
                 behind
                 in
                 Italy
                 ,
                 to
                 fall
              
               
                 From
                 my
                 first
                 principles
                 ;
                 yea
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 rather
              
               
                 Suffer
                 a
                 thousand
                 death
                 ;
                 my
                 heavenly
                 father
              
               
               
                 Spar'd
                 not
                 his
                 son
                 ,
                 but
                 up
                 to
                 death
                 him
                 gave
                 ,
              
               
                 Me
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 sinners
                 as
                 I
                 am
                 to
                 save
                 ;
              
               
                 How
                 shall
                 I
                 then
                 regard
                 this
                 babe
                 of
                 mine
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 foe
                 ,
                 said
                 she
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 hands
                 of
                 thine
              
               
                 I
                 give
                 my
                 little
                 child
                 :
                 God
                 which
                 takes
                 care
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 wing'd
                 Cit'zens
                 of
                 the
                 liquid
                 Air
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 much
                 more
                 able
                 to
                 save
                 this
                 poor
                 child
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 you
                 should
                 leave
                 it
                 on
                 these
                 mountains
                 wild
                 .
              
               
                 Unlacing
                 then
                 her
                 gown
                 ,
                 she
                 bar'd
                 her
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ,
                 Here
                 is
                 the
                 body
                 ;
                 you
                 may
                 feast
              
               
                 Your
                 swords
                 therewith
                 :
                 to
                 kill
                 it
                 you
                 have
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 sould
                 is
                 Gods
                 ,
                 it
                 can
                 you
                 not
                 devour
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 slay
                 the
                 mother
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 infant
                 spare
                 ,
              
               
                 Committing
                 it
                 t'
                 a
                 Popish
                 nurses
                 care
                 .
              
               
                 Many
                 that
                 did
                 refuse
                 to
                 go
                 to
                 Mass
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 dragged
                 to
                 the
                 mountaines
                 tops
                 (
                 Alas
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 thrown
                 thence
                 headlong
                 down
                 :
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 food
              
               
                 Others
                 were
                 famish'd
                 ;
                 into
                 Adda's
                 flood
              
               
                 Some
                 flung
                 from
                 bridges
                 ;
                 and
                 with
                 corpses
                 dead
              
               
                 The
                 woods
                 and
                 mountains
                 ev'rywhere
                 were
                 spread
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Noble
                 Virgin
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 streets
                 was
                 led
              
               
                 Disgracefully
                 ;
                 they
                 put
                 upon
                 her
                 head
              
               
                 A
                 paper-mitre
                 ,
                 buffeted
                 her
                 cheeks
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 besmear'd
                 her
                 face
                 with
                 dirt
                 ,
                 (
                 that
                 leeks
              
               
                 Might
                 grow
                 thereon
                 )
                 then
                 was
                 she
                 bid
                 to
                 call
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Saints
                 ;
                 she
                 smiling
                 said
                 ,
                 All
                 ,
                 all
              
               
                 My
                 hope
                 ,
                 my
                 trust
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 salvation
              
               
                 Is
                 in
                 my
                 Saviour
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 the
                 Virgin
                 Mary
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 confest
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 above
                 all
                 other
                 women
                 blest
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 is
                 she
                 not
                 omniscient
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
              
               
                 Knowes
                 not
                 what
                 we
                 request
                 ,
                 what
                 we
                 implore
                 :
              
               
                 Yea
                 she
                 her self
                 her
                 own
                 son's
                 merits
                 needed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 had
                 bin
                 damn'd
                 ,
                 had
                 he
                 not
                 interceeded
                 .
              
               
               
                 Christ
                 hath
                 despis'd
                 rhe
                 cross
                 ,
                 endur'd
                 the
                 shame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 will
                 I
                 ,
                 thrice
                 blessed
                 be
                 his
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 holy
                 name
                 ;
                 with
                 that
                 ,
                 these
                 villains
                 drew
                 her
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 fields
                 ,
                 and
                 barbarously
                 slew
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 came
                 a
                 letter
                 from
                 a
                 Governour
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 these
                 blood-suckers
                 should
                 with
                 all
                 their
                 power
              
               
                 Destroy
                 both
                 in
                 the
                 country
                 and
                 in
                 City
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 were
                 Lutherans
                 ,
                 without
                 all
                 pity
                 .
              
               
                 Whereat
                 destroying
                 all
                 at
                 
                   Tyrane
                   ,
                   Tell
                
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Bruse
                   ,
                   Sondres
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Malenco
                 ,
                 they
                 more
                 fell
              
               
                 Then
                 
                   Hyrcan
                   Tygres
                
                 ,
                 fell
                 on
                 Birbenno
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Caspano
                   ,
                   Trahen
                
                 ,
                 slaying
                 high
                 and
                 low
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 kill'd
                 a
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 's
                 wife
                 .
                 A
                 cradled
                 child
              
               
                 Fair
                 and
                 well-favour'd
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 faces
                 smil'd
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 took
                 her
                 by
                 the
                 heels
                 (
                 not
                 mov'd
                 at
                 all
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 dashed
                 out
                 her
                 brains
                 against
                 the
                 wall
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Bruse
                 ,
                 a
                 very
                 aged
                 Matron
                 was
              
               
                 Sollicited
                 by
                 them
                 ,
                 to
                 go
                 to
                 Mass
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 have
                 respect
                 unto
                 her
                 age
                 ,
                 not
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 she
                 answer'd
                 ;
                 God
                 forbid
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Who
                 have
                 one
                 foot
                 already
                 in
                 the
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Should
                 now
                 forsake
                 my
                 Lord
                 ,
                 my
                 Christ
                 ,
                 who
                 gave
              
               
                 Me
                 to
                 be
                 constant
                 in
                 his
                 truth
                 profest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 upon
                 sublunary
                 creatures
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Shall
                 mens
                 traditions
                 ,
                 or
                 Gods
                 holy
                 word
              
               
                 Take
                 place
                 ?
                 so
                 said
                 ,
                 they
                 slew
                 her
                 with
                 the
                 sword
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXXI
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecutions
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 Scotland
                 ,
                 which
                 began
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1527.
                 
              
               
                 ONE
                 Mr.
                 
                   Patrick
                   Hamilton
                
                 by
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Sprung
                 from
                 an
                 honourable
                 stock
                 ,
                 became
              
               
                 An
                 able
                 Minister
                 ;
                 his
                 holy
                 zeal
              
               
                 Did
                 the
                 despised
                 Mysteries
                 reveal
              
               
                 To
                 hood-wink'd
                 souls
                 ,
                 so
                 long
                 untill
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 Th'
                 enraged
                 Bishops
                 him
                 in
                 prison
                 cast
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 condemnation
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 brought
              
               
                 To
                 execution
                 ;
                 his
                 cap
                 ,
                 gown
                 ,
                 and
                 coat
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 gave
                 t'
                 his
                 servant
                 ,
                 and
                 exhorted
                 him
              
               
                 To
                 venture
                 all
                 for
                 Christ
                 ;
                 yea
                 ,
                 life
                 and
                 lim
                 .
              
               
                 Bound
                 to
                 the
                 stake
                 ,
                 he
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 For
                 Christ
                 his
                 merit
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 be
                 pleased
                 to
                 receive
                 my
                 spirit
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 long
                 shall
                 clouds
                 of
                 darkness
                 overwhelm
                 ?
              
               
                 Great
                 God!
                 how
                 long
                 shall
                 foes
                 oppress
                 this
                 realm
                 ?
              
               
                 
                   A
                   Fryar
                   then
                
                 ;
                 Vnto
                 our
                 Lady
                 pray
                 ;
              
               
                 
                   Salve
                   Regina
                   ,
                   say
                
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
                 Away
                 ,
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Satanick
                 Imps
                 ;
                 God
                 hears
                 me
                 in
                 the
                 flame
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 went
                 up
                 to
                 heav'n
                 to
                 praise
                 Gods
                 Name
                 .
              
               
                 Straton
                 converted
                 ,
                 said
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 I
                 have
              
               
                 Bin
                 wicked
                 ,
                 and
                 deserv'd
                 thy
                 wrath
                 ,
                 yet
                 save
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 not
                 me
                 ,
                 for
                 fear
                 of
                 corp'ral
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 death
                 ,
                 deny
                 thee
                 ,
                 or
                 thy
                 truth
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 his
                 and
                 Mr.
                 Norman's
                 person
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 burn
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 the
                 King.
              
               
                 Such
                 words
                 the
                 Bishop
                 of
                 Dunkelden
                 us'd
              
               
                 To
                 one
                 Dean
                 Porret
                 (
                 whom
                 the
                 Fry'rs
                 accus'd
                 :
                 )
              
               
               
                 My
                 joy
                 ,
                 Dean
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 love
                 thee
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 take
                 the
                 liberty
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 Thee
                 of
                 thy
                 faults
                 ;
                 I
                 am
                 inform'd
                 you
                 do
              
               
                 Preach
                 the
                 Epistle
                 ,
                 nay
                 the
                 Gospel
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 Sunday
                 to
                 your
                 people
                 ;
                 and
                 refuse
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 from
                 them
                 (
                 as
                 a
                 reward
                 )
                 your
                 dues
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 prejudicial
                 to
                 the
                 Church-men
                 is
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 joy
                 ,
                 Dean
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 I
                 advise
                 you
                 this
                 :
              
               
                 Take
                 tythes
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 it
                 is
                 too
                 much
                 to
                 preach
              
               
                 But
                 once
                 a
                 week
                 :
                 for
                 if
                 thou
                 gratis
                 teach
                 ,
              
               
                 May
                 not
                 the
                 people
                 think
                 that
                 we
                 likewise
              
               
                 Should
                 do
                 the
                 same
                 ?
                 Tom
                 ,
                 be
                 not
                 so
                 precise
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 enough
                 for
                 you
                 when
                 you
                 have
                 sound
              
               
                 A
                 good
                 Epistle
                 and
                 Gospel
                 ,
                 to
                 expound
              
               
                 The
                 liberty
                 of
                 holy
                 Church
                 express'd
              
               
                 Therein
                 ,
                 and
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 matter
                 for
                 the
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Thomas
                 reply'd
                 :
                 My
                 Lord
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 abstain
              
               
                 From
                 tythes
                 ,
                 will
                 my
                 parishioners
                 complain
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 know
                 they
                 will
                 not
                 :
                 and
                 whereas
                 you
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 too
                 much
                 to
                 preach
                 each
                 Sabbath-day
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 think
                 it
                 is
                 too
                 little
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 part
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 very
                 bottom
                 of
                 my
                 heart
              
               
                 Wish
                 ,
                 that
                 your
                 Lordship
                 would
                 be
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 take
              
               
                 Such
                 pains
                 as
                 that
                 .
                 Nay
                 ,
                 nay
                 ,
                 Dean
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 spake
              
               
                 The
                 Bishop
                 then
                 ,
                 no
                 orders
                 do
                 us
                 reach
                 .
              
               
                 Whereas
                 ,
                 said
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 you
                 do
                 bid
                 me
                 preach
              
               
                 When
                 a
                 good
                 Chapter
                 I
                 do
                 light
                 upon
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 've
                 read
                 them
                 over
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 finde
                 not
                 one
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 bad
                 amongst
                 them
                 ;
                 shew
                 me
                 where
                 they
                 lie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 at
                 your
                 shewing
                 I
                 will
                 pass
                 them
                 by
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 bless
                 God
                 ,
                 said
                 the
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 I
                 ne're
                 knew
              
               
                 What
                 was
                 the
                 Testament
                 nor
                 old
                 nor
                 new
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 know
                 any
                 thing
                 at
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Saving
                 my
                 Portvise
                 ,
                 and
                 Pontifical
                 .
              
               
               
                 Go
                 ,
                 go
                 your
                 wayes
                 ,
                 and
                 cease
                 so
                 much
                 to
                 prate
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 you
                 repent
                 you
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 is
                 too
                 late
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 trust
                 ,
                 said
                 Thomas
                 ,
                 that
                 my
                 cause
                 is
                 clear
              
               
                 In
                 Gods
                 eyes
                 ;
                 therefore
                 ,
                 what
                 need
                 I
                 to
                 fear
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 went
                 his
                 way
                 .
                 But
                 when
                 time
                 's
                 glass
              
               
                 Had
                 run
                 a
                 little
                 more
                 ,
                 he
                 burned
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 bloody
                 clouds
                 were
                 rais'd
                 ,
                 Religion's
                 raies
              
               
                 Shone
                 forth
                 in
                 Scotland
                 ,
                 in
                 those
                 worst
                 of
                 daies
                 :
              
               
                 Partly
                 by
                 reading
                 (
                 comfort
                 flowing
                 thence
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 partly
                 by
                 fraternal
                 conference
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 so
                 enrag'd
                 the
                 Papists
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 came
              
               
                 And
                 burnt
                 four
                 noted
                 persons
                 in
                 one
                 flame
                 ;
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Jerom
                   Russet
                
                 ,
                 that
                 profest
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 
                   Alexander
                   Kennedy
                
                 ,
                 a
                 youth
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 brought
                 to
                 Judgement
                 :
                 Kennedy's
                 heart
                 panted
              
               
                 For
                 fear
                 at
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 have
                 fain
                 recanted
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 no
                 hopes
                 was
                 left
                 ,
                 God's
                 Spirit
                 reviv'd
              
               
                 His
                 drooping
                 soul
                 ;
                 yea
                 inward
                 comforts
                 striv'd
              
               
                 To
                 shew
                 themselves
                 ,
                 both
                 in
                 his
                 face
                 and
                 tongue
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 falling
                 on
                 his
                 knees
                 ,
                 these
                 words
                 out
                 sprung
                 :
              
               
                 Great
                 God!
                 What
                 love
                 hast
                 thou
                 to
                 all
                 express'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 unto
                 me
                 vile
                 wretch
                 ,
                 above
                 the
                 rest
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 who
                 hath
                 tasted
                 of
                 thy
                 clemency
              
               
                 In
                 such
                 a
                 high
                 degree
                 (
                 O
                 Lord
                 )
                 as
                 I
                 !
              
               
                 For
                 just
                 now
                 when
                 I
                 would
                 deny
                 thy
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 ,
                 thy
                 Son
                 ,
                 my
                 Saviour
                 ,
              
               
                 T'
                 have
                 plung'd
                 my self
                 all
                 over
                 head
                 and
                 ears
              
               
                 In
                 everlasting
                 flames
                 ,
                 (
                 unquench'd
                 with
                 tears
                 )
              
               
                 Thy
                 right
                 hand
                 hath
                 not
                 suffer'd
                 me
                 to
                 dwell
              
               
                 With
                 the
                 black
                 subjects
                 of
                 the
                 Prince
                 of
                 hell
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 ,
                 that
                 was
                 of
                 late
                 with
                 fear
                 opprest
                 ,
              
               
                 Enjoy
                 by
                 thee
                 a
                 joy-enamel'd
                 brest
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 fear
                 not
                 death
                 ,
                 do
                 with
                 me
                 as
                 you
                 please
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 praise
                 God
                 I
                 am
                 ready
                 ,
                 death
                 's
                 an
                 ease
                 .
              
               
               
                 Then
                 railed
                 they
                 on
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 Jerom
                 ,
                 who
              
               
                 Said
                 also
                 unto
                 them
                 ,
                 Miscal
                 us
                 ,
                 do
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 your
                 hour
                 and
                 power
                 to
                 command
                 ;
              
               
                 Yee
                 sit
                 as
                 Judges
                 ,
                 we
                 as
                 guilty
                 stand
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 know
                 ,
                 a
                 day
                 will
                 come
                 shall
                 clear
                 our
                 blame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yee
                 (
                 curs'd
                 yee
                 )
                 to
                 your
                 eternal
                 shame
              
               
                 Shall
                 see
                 your
                 blindness
                 .
                 Go
                 on
                 forward
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 you
                 the
                 Ephah
                 of
                 your
                 sins
                 up
                 fill
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 were
                 they
                 both
                 condemn'd
                 to
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 Jerom
                 comforted
                 young
                 Kennedy
                 :
              
               
                 Brother
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 )
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 he
                 that
                 indwels
              
               
                 Our
                 souls
                 ,
                 him
                 that
                 is
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 excels
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 pain
                 we
                 here
                 indure
                 is
                 light
                 and
                 short
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 shall
                 have
                 unfading
                 glory
                 for
                 't
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 strive
                 we
                 then
                 (
                 though
                 many
                 rubs
                 annoy
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 enter
                 in
                 unto
                 our
                 Masters
                 joy
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 ,
                 with
                 our
                 Saviour
                 ,
                 pass
                 the
                 narrow
                 road
              
               
                 Which
                 few
                 shall
                 finde
                 ;
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 hell
                 is
                 broad
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 die
                 for
                 Christ
                 ,
                 and
                 Christ
                 hath
                 death
                 subdu'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Death
                 cannot
                 hurt
                 us
                 :
                 hence
                 me
                 may
                 conclude
              
               
                 We
                 are
                 the
                 members
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 Christ
                 our
                 head
              
               
                 Be
                 risen
                 ,
                 can
                 the
                 members
                 long
                 lie
                 dead
                 ?
              
               
                 Thus
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 Satan
                 ,
                 under-foot
                 they
                 trod
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 flame
                 ,
                 breath'd
                 up
                 their
                 souls
                 to
                 God.
              
               
                 At
                 Edenburgh
                 the
                 cruel
                 Card'nal
                 Beton
              
               
                 Hang'd
                 some
                 ,
                 
                 upon
                 suspicion
                 they
                 had
                 eaten
              
               
                 Goose
                 on
                 a
                 Friday
                 ;
                 and
                 above
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 woman
                 with
                 her
                 suckling
                 at
                 her
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 drown'd
                 for
                 being
                 scrupulous
                 and
                 wary
              
               
                 Of
                 making
                 prayers
                 to
                 the
                 Virgin
                 Mary
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 sent
                 into
                 exile
                 some
                 Christian
                 brothers
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 at
                 St.
                 Johnstons
                 he
                 imprison'd
                 others
                 .
              
               
                 Mr.
                 
                   George
                   Wischard
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Divine
                 ,
                 whose
                 worth
              
               
                 Wan
                 him
                 much
                 admiration
                 in
                 the
                 North
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Having
                 drunk
                 deeply
                 of
                 afflictions
                 cup.
              
               
                 Cheerfully
                 in
                 the
                 flames
                 surrendred
                 up
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 unto
                 its
                 donour
                 .
                 
                 God
                 fulfill'd
              
               
                 His
                 prophesy
                 ,
                 the
                 Cardinal
                 was
                 kill'd
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Henry
                   Wallace
                
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 an
                 Heretick
              
               
                 Condemned
                 to
                 be
                 burnt
                 ,
                 was
                 burned
                 quick
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Henry
                   Forr'st
                
                 ,
                 
                 betrayed
                 by
                 a
                 fryar
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 burnt
                 ,
                 and
                 had
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 Said
                 Ol'phant
                 to
                 one
                 
                   Walter
                   Mill
                
                 ,
                 who
                 pray'd
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Rise
                   up
                   Sir
                   Walter
                
                 .
                 Prayers
                 don
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 name
                 is
                 Walter
                 if
                 you
                 call
                 me
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 bin
                 too
                 too
                 long
                 a
                 Popish
                 Knight
                 .
              
               
                 Ben't
                 there
                 sev'n
                 Sacraments
                 ?
                 Give
                 me
                 but
                 two
              
               
                 Said
                 he
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 rest
                 I
                 leave
                 to
                 you
                 .
              
               
                 Wilt
                 thou
                 recant
                 ?
                 he
                 answer'd
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 corn
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 chaff
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 i'
                 th'
                 truth
                 out-born
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 go
                 to
                 th'stake
                 .
                 Said
                 he
                 ,
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 kill
              
               
                 My self
                 ,
                 but
                 put
                 me
                 in
                 ,
                 and
                 bear
                 I
                 will
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 my
                 resolution
                 .
                 Having
                 made
              
               
                 His
                 pray'r
                 to
                 God
                 ,
                 he
                 to
                 the
                 people
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 it
                 be
                 confess'd
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 have
                 bin
              
               
                 A
                 friend
                 to
                 Satan
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 slave
                 to
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 't
                 is
                 not
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 my
                 suff'rings
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 suffer
                 for
                 observing
                 God's
                 just
                 Laws
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 God
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 abundant
                 grace
              
               
                 Doth
                 honour
                 me
                 so
                 farr
                 ,
                 as
                 (
                 in
                 this
                 place
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 me
                 seal
                 (
                 what
                 others
                 not
                 withstood
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 His
                 truth's
                 profession
                 with
                 my
                 dearest
                 blood
                 .
              
               
                 Dear
                 friends
                 as
                 you
                 'd
                 escape
                 eternal
                 doom
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 live
                 still
                 happy
                 in
                 the
                 life
                 to
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 Archbishops
                 ,
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 Abbots
                 ,
                 Priors
                 ,
              
               
                 Seduce
                 you
                 any
                 more
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 are
                 Lyars
                 .
              
               
                 Trust
                 God
                 alone
                 ,
                 O
                 alwayes
                 make
                 his
                 power
              
               
                 Your
                 rock
                 ,
                 your
                 bulwark
                 of
                 defence
                 ,
                 your
                 tower
                 .
              
               
               
                 So
                 slep'd
                 he
                 in
                 the
                 Lord
                 :
                 and
                 was
                 the
                 last
              
               
                 In
                 Scotland
                 that
                 the
                 fi'ry
                 tryal
                 past
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 XXXII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 in
                 Ireland
                 ,
                 Anno
                 Christi
                 1642.
                 
              
               
                 THe
                 factious
                 Archbishops
                 ,
                 Abbots
                 ,
                 Pryors
                 ,
              
               
                 False
                 Jesuites
                 ,
                 Romish
                 Priests
                 ,
                 and
                 knavish
                 Friars
                 ,
              
               
                 Stirr'd
                 up
                 rebellion
                 by
                 their
                 instigation
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 English
                 in
                 the
                 Irish
                 Nation
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 they
                 thought
                 their
                 malice
                 had
                 invented
              
               
                 Such
                 thriving
                 plots
                 ,
                 as
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 prevented
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 in
                 their
                 publick
                 prayers
                 recommended
              
               
                 The
                 good
                 success
                 of
                 their
                 designes
                 ,
                 which
                 tended
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 advancement
                 of
                 the
                 Cath'lick
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 told
                 the
                 people
                 't
                 was
                 no
                 time
                 to
                 pause
                 .
              
               
                 Their
                 nation
                 over-run
                 with
                 hereticks
                 ;
              
               
                 Call'd
                 Protestants
                 sworn
                 foes
                 to
                 Catholicks
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 were
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 suffered
                 alive
              
               
                 Amongst
                 them
                 ;
                 and
                 for
                 any
                 to
                 deprive
              
               
                 Them
                 of
                 their
                 breaths
                 ,
                 the
                 crime
                 was
                 not
                 more
                 great
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 to
                 destroy
                 a
                 dog
                 :
                 to
                 give
                 them
                 meat
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 yield
                 to
                 them
                 relief
                 at
                 any
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 'T
                 was
                 mortal
                 ,
                 O
                 unpardonable
                 crime
                 !
              
               
                 Romes
                 Doctrine
                 they
                 pretended
                 to
                 suppress
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 root
                 out
                 those
                 that
                 did
                 the
                 same
                 profess
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 Laws
                 would
                 make
                 ,
                 they
                 thought
                 ,
                 should
                 under
                 -
              
               
                 All
                 Pop'ry
                 ,
                 after
                 Englands
                 good
                 example
                 .
                 (
                 trample
              
               
                 Observe
                 we
                 how
                 their
                 words
                 and
                 deeds
                 did
                 vary
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 one
                 thing
                 ,
                 but
                 did
                 act
                 the
                 quite
                 contrary
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 now
                 they
                 fall
                 to
                 murthr'ous
                 blows
                 ;
                 and
                 glory
                 ,
              
               
                 'T
                 will
                 save
                 them
                 from
                 the
                 pains
                 of
                 Purgatory
                 :
              
               
                 None
                 that
                 spake
                 English
                 the
                 least
                 mercy
                 found
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 English
                 language
                 was
                 a
                 loathed
                 sound
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 are
                 resolv'd
                 to
                 scowre
                 the
                 Irish
                 borders
              
               
                 From
                 these
                 supposed
                 Authors
                 of
                 disorders
                 .
              
               
                 Poor
                 Protestants
                 !
                 some
                 were
                 to
                 exile
                 packt
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 kill'd
                 ;
                 't
                 was
                 thought
                 a
                 meritorious
                 act
              
               
                 To
                 slay
                 those
                 Devils
                 in
                 the
                 shapes
                 of
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 For
                 so
                 they
                 called
                 them
                 ;
                 )
                 not
                 one
                 of
                 ten
              
               
                 Escap'd
                 their
                 clutches
                 :
                 what
                 a
                 deal
                 of
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 they
                 ,
                 it
                 does
                 us
                 ,
                 thus
                 to
                 bath
                 in
                 blood
                 !
              
               
                 When
                 these
                 injurious
                 wretches
                 are
                 destroy'd
              
               
                 In
                 Ireland
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 habitation
                 voyd
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 'll
                 then
                 for
                 England
                 ;
                 have
                 at
                 England
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 will
                 not
                 leave
                 alive
                 one
                 English
                 man.
              
               
                 Put
                 case
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 of
                 our
                 lives
                 bereaven
                 .
              
               
                 Immediately
                 our
                 souls
                 would
                 fly
                 to
                 heaven
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 should
                 such
                 scoundrels
                 breath
                 ?
                 to
                 work
                 let
                 's
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 take
                 away
                 their
                 lives
                 ,
                 estates
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Strip
                 ,
                 strip
                 ,
                 man
                 ,
                 woman
                 ,
                 child
                 ,
                 base
                 rougues
                 and
                 whores
                 ,
              
               
                 Leave
                 not
                 a
                 rag
                 on
                 ,
                 turn
                 them
                 out
                 of
                 doors
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 now
                 they
                 shelter
                 them
                 ;
                 but
                 woods
                 and
                 caves
              
               
                 Sha'n't
                 be
                 their
                 dwellings
                 ,
                 but
                 shall
                 be
                 their
                 graves
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 wee
                 'l
                 —
                 But
                 many
                 by
                 the
                 high-wayes
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 want
                 of
                 sustenance
                 fell
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 dy'd
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 thousands
                 that
                 for
                 succour
                 fled
              
               
                 To
                 towns
                 ,
                 by
                 that
                 time
                 they
                 came
                 there
                 ,
                 were
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 their
                 horrid
                 Massacres
                 ,
                 would
                 make
              
               
                 The
                 ear
                 to
                 tingle
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 heart
                 to
                 ake
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Armag●
                 ,
                 and
                 Tyrone
                 ,
                 this
                 barb'rous
                 rage
              
               
                 Spar'd
                 neither
                 rich
                 nor
                 poor
                 ,
                 nor
                 sex
                 ,
                 nor
                 age
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 elsewhere
                 many
                 thousands
                 did
                 expire
              
               
                 By
                 sword
                 ,
                 by
                 water
                 ,
                 famine
                 ,
                 or
                 by
                 fire
                 .
              
               
               
                 Some
                 had
                 their
                 guts
                 rip'd
                 out
                 ,
                 some
                 drag'd
                 thro
                 bogs
                 ;
              
               
                 Young
                 children
                 thrown
                 to
                 be
                 devour'd
                 by
                 dogs
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 chanc'd
                 to
                 beg
                 but
                 leave
                 to
                 pray
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 kneeled
                 down
                 ,
                 they
                 lost
                 their
                 heads
                 straightway
              
               
                 Some
                 in
                 dark
                 dungeons
                 lie
                 ;
                 others
                 half
                 slain
                 ,
              
               
                 Earnestly
                 beg'd
                 to
                 be
                 rid
                 out
                 of
                 pain
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 cover'd
                 some
                 alive
                 with
                 dirt
                 ,
                 and
                 stones
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 laugh'd
                 ,
                 to
                 hear
                 their
                 lamentable
                 grones
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 were
                 from
                 bridges
                 ,
                 into
                 rivers
                 flung
                 ;
              
               
                 Others
                 ,
                 on
                 tenter-hooks
                 by
                 the
                 chin
                 hung
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 hang'd
                 up
                 some
                 by
                 th'
                 arms
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 swords
                 trying
              
               
                 How
                 long
                 an
                 English-man
                 would
                 be
                 a
                 dying
                 .
              
               
                 Young
                 infants
                 rip'd
                 out
                 of
                 their
                 mothers
                 womb
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 given
                 to
                 the
                 hogs
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 entomb
                 .
              
               
                 Children
                 were
                 forc'd
                 to
                 kill
                 fathers
                 ,
                 and
                 mothers
                 ;
              
               
                 Parents
                 ,
                 their
                 children
                 ;
                 and
                 brothers
                 ,
                 brothers
                 ;
              
               
                 Wives
                 their
                 own
                 husbands
                 ;
                 husbands
                 their
                 own
                 wives
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 themselves
                 in
                 fine
                 must
                 lose
                 their
                 lives
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 mercy's
                 shown
                 ,
                 man
                 ,
                 woman
                 ,
                 no
                 nor
                 child
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 dead's
                 dig'd
                 up
                 ,
                 th'alive
                 in
                 cauldrons
                 boil'd
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 had
                 their
                 hands
                 cut
                 off
                 ,
                 and
                 eyes
                 pluck'd
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 Many
                 were
                 left
                 alive
                 ,
                 their
                 guts
                 about
              
               
                 Their
                 very
                 heels
                 :
                 and
                 of
                 some's
                 grease
                 and
                 fat
              
               
                 Candles
                 were
                 made
                 ;
                 while
                 others
                 rosted
                 at
              
               
                 Slack
                 fires
                 :
                 Nay
                 ,
                 boys
                 and
                 women
                 were
                 employ'd
              
               
                 To
                 perpetrate
                 such
                 deeds
                 ,
                 and
                 therein
                 joy'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Rebels
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 country
                 Portendown
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 many
                 thousands
                 in
                 the
                 river
                 drown
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Lisgool
                 ,
                 Tullah
                 ,
                 Lissenskeah
                 ,
                 and
                 Cumber
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 All
                 Castles
                 )
                 a
                 considerable
                 number
              
               
                 Were
                 brought
                 unto
                 untimely
                 ends
                 .
                 Man
                 ,
                 woman
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 child
                 was
                 kill'd
                 at
                 Killmore
                 and
                 Killoman
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 ancient
                 dame
                 ,
                 which
                 towards
                 Dublin
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 strip'd
                 in
                 one
                 day
                 seven
                 times
                 ,
                 and
                 sent
              
               
               
                 To
                 seek
                 her
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 her
                 God
                 complain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bid
                 him
                 if
                 he
                 could
                 ,
                 cloath
                 her
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 mercy
                 was
                 exil'd
                 ;
                 these
                 murth'rous
                 Cains
                 :
              
               
                 Brain'd
                 some
                 ;
                 stab'd
                 others
                 with
                 their
                 swords
                 ,
                 forks
                 ,
                 skeins
                 .
              
               
                 Thousands
                 of
                 Protestants
                 in
                 snowy
                 weather
              
               
                 Turn'd
                 out
                 stark
                 naked
                 ,
                 perish'd
                 all
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 cold
                 and
                 hunger
                 ;
                 many
                 that
                 were
                 sick
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 drag'd
                 out
                 of
                 their
                 beds
                 ,
                 and
                 hang'd
                 up
                 quick
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Gcodwife
                 Lin
                 ,
                 they
                 hanged
                 in
                 the
                 Air
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 the
                 daughter
                 by
                 the
                 mothers
                 hair
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 day
                 a
                 Cittadel
                 they
                 fir'd
              
               
                 Over
                 the
                 Christians
                 heads
                 therein
                 retir'd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 express'd
                 their
                 joy
                 :
                 Behold
                 ,
                 how
                 high
              
               
                 The
                 flames
                 mount
                 ,
                 O
                 how
                 sweetly
                 do
                 they
                 fry
                 !
              
               
                 A
                 Divines
                 mouth
                 up
                 to
                 the
                 ears
                 they
                 slit
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 don
                 ,
                 they
                 put
                 a
                 Bibles
                 leaf
                 to
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bid
                 him
                 preach
                 ,
                 and
                 teach
                 some
                 pretty
                 stuff
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 now
                 he
                 had
                 a
                 mouth
                 was
                 wide
                 enough
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 naked
                 woman
                 ,
                 her
                 bare
                 skin
                 to
                 hide
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 wisp
                 of
                 straw
                 about
                 her
                 middle
                 tide
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 fit'd
                 it
                 ,
                 boasting
                 how
                 it
                 did
                 enhance
              
               
                 Their
                 spirits
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 English
                 jade
                 so
                 dance
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 stab'd
                 
                   Jane
                   Addis
                
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 young
                 child
                 stuck
              
               
                 T'
                 her
                 brest
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 Suck
                 English
                 bastard
                 ,
                 suck
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 hid
                 themselves
                 in
                 cellars
                 ,
                 caves
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 were
                 murther'd
                 by
                 these
                 hell-sent
                 slaves
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 made
                 their
                 boast
                 ,
                 they
                 pleas'd
                 the
                 devil
                 well
              
               
                 In
                 sending
                 him
                 so
                 many
                 souls
                 to
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 Against
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 holy
                 word
                 ,
                 likewise
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 belch'd
                 out
                 execrable
                 blasphemies
                 .
              
               
                 Bibles
                 they
                 burnt
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 They
                 burnt
                 hell-fire
                 ;
              
               
                 Cut
                 some
                 ,
                 and
                 soaked
                 others
                 in
                 the
                 mire
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 dash'd
                 them
                 on
                 the
                 owners
                 faces
                 ;
                 some
              
               
                 They
                 stamp'd
                 on
                 ,
                 saying
                 ,
                 Hence
                 all
                 mischiefs
                 come
                 ;
              
               
               
                 A
                 plague
                 upon
                 them
                 all
                 ;
                 in
                 a
                 short
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 hope
                 to
                 see
                 none
                 in
                 our
                 Irish
                 clime
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 told
                 th'
                 Apostates
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 thought
                 it
                 good
              
               
                 To
                 kill
                 them
                 while
                 they
                 were
                 in
                 a
                 good
                 mood
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Anne
                   Nicholson
                
                 said
                 boldly
                 she
                 'd
                 not
                 turne
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 rather
                 then
                 she
                 would
                 her
                 Bible
                 burn
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 would
                 have
                 her
                 ,
                 she
                 the
                 death
                 would
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 fell
                 out
                 :
                 for
                 by
                 and
                 by
              
               
                 She
                 and
                 her
                 mate
                 was
                 stabb'd
                 ;
                 but
                 he
                 that
                 acted
              
               
                 The
                 vill'ny
                 ,
                 grew
                 immediately
                 distracted
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 Glascow
                 fisty
                 English
                 men
                 and
                 Scots
              
               
                 They
                 made
                 recant
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 cut
                 all
                 their
                 throats
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Mayo
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 Tiperary
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 Counties
                 ,
                 not
                 a
                 few
                 did
                 undergo
              
               
                 All
                 sorts
                 of
                 cruel
                 deaths
                 ;
                 these
                 bloody
                 ones
              
               
                 Did
                 slash
                 ,
                 hew
                 ,
                 hack
                 ,
                 and
                 pellet
                 them
                 with
                 stones
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 forc'd
                 some
                 in
                 the
                 Sea
                 (
                 swoln
                 big
                 with
                 waves
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 possession
                 of
                 those
                 watry
                 graves
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Sligo
                 ,
                 forty
                 Protestants
                 were
                 strip'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lock'd
                 up
                 in
                 a
                 cellar
                 ;
                 then
                 there
                 slip'd
              
               
                 A
                 butcher
                 in
                 (
                 appointed
                 so
                 to
                 do
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 an
                 axe
                 cleav'd
                 all
                 their
                 heads
                 in
                 two
                 .
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 Jail
                 belonging
                 to
                 this
                 town
                 ,
              
               
                 Poor
                 Protestants
                 were
                 sent
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 knock'd
                 down
                 .
              
               
                 About
                 Dungannon
                 ,
                 Tyrone
                 ,
                 Charlemount
                 ,
              
               
                 Hundreds
                 were
                 slain
                 upon
                 the
                 same
                 account
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 Irish
                 Quean
                 kill'd
                 forty
                 five
                 :
                 
                   Mac
                   Crew
                
              
               
                 No
                 less
                 then
                 thirty
                 in
                 one
                 morning
                 slew
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 were
                 above
                 twelve
                 thousand
                 knock'd
                 at
                 head
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 high-wayes
                 ,
                 as
                 towards
                 Down
                 they
                 fled
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 rogues
                 a
                 Scotch-mans
                 belly
                 did
                 divide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 one
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 smal
                 guts
                 tide
              
               
                 Unto
                 a
                 tree
                 ,
                 they
                 forc'd
                 him
                 round
                 about
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 so
                 long
                 ,
                 till
                 they
                 were
                 all
                 drawn
                 out
                 :
              
               
               
                 Said
                 they
                 ,
                 We
                 'll
                 try
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 longest
                 size
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 dogs
                 guts
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 Scotchmans
                 ;
                 O
                 glad
                 eyes
                 !
              
               
                 In
                 Antrum
                 fell
                 nine
                 hundred
                 fifty
                 four
              
               
                 In
                 one
                 morn
                 ,
                 afterwards
                 twelve
                 hundred
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 Sir
                 
                   Phileme
                   O
                   Neal
                
                 boasted
                 he
                 had
                 kill'd
              
               
                 Above
                 six
                 hundred
                 at
                 Gravagh
                 ;
                 and
                 fill'd
              
               
                 Whole
                 houses
                 with
                 the
                 slain
                 ;
                 brain'd
                 old
                 and
                 young
              
               
                 Within
                 the
                 Baronry
                 of
                 Monterlong
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Vlster
                 Province
                 ,
                 by
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 deaths
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 hundred
                 fifty
                 thousand
                 lost
                 their
                 breaths
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 man
                 for
                 saying
                 he
                 'd
                 believe
                 the
                 Pope
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 then
                 the
                 devil
                 ,
                 stretch'd
                 a
                 rope
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Munster
                 ,
                 many
                 eminent
                 Divines
              
               
                 They
                 hanged
                 up
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 what
                 woful
                 signs
              
               
                 Poor
                 children
                 made
                 for
                 bread
                 ;
                 but
                 they
                 must
                 fast
              
               
                 Or
                 feed
                 on
                 grass
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 be
                 brain'd
                 at
                 last
                 .
              
               
                 Dear
                 hearts
                 !
                 in
                 what
                 inextricable
                 woes
              
               
                 Are
                 they
                 involv'd
                 ?
                 inexorable
                 foes
              
               
                 On
                 ev'ry
                 side
                 to
                 bring
                 them
                 to
                 their
                 ends
                 ;
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 sad
                 to
                 hear
                 wives
                 ,
                 children
                 ,
                 servants
                 ,
                 friends
                 ,
              
               
                 Send
                 to
                 the
                 ayr
                 their
                 stormy
                 sighs
                 ,
                 and
                 grones
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 shrieks
                 ,
                 their
                 cries
                 and
                 lamentable
                 mones
                 !
              
               
                 Alas
                 !
                 what
                 tongue
                 ,
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 relate
              
               
                 The
                 fears
                 ,
                 and
                 cares
                 ,
                 of
                 their
                 afflicted
                 state
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 was
                 it
                 ,
                 was
                 it
                 not
                 enough
                 almost
              
               
                 To
                 break
                 a
                 Christians
                 heart
                 ,
                 to
                 hear
                 them
                 boast
              
               
                 Of
                 knocking
                 's
                 down
                 ?
                 (
                 said
                 one
                 )
                 my
                 arm
                 's
                 so
                 sore
              
               
                 I
                 cannot
                 lift
                 it
                 up
                 ,
                 to
                 brain
                 one
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 Another
                 bragg'd
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 abroad
                 had
                 bin
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 the
                 English
                 rogues
                 had
                 kill'd
                 sixteen
                 :
              
               
                 Others
                 so
                 many
                 kill'd
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 believ'd
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 of
                 the
                 very
                 grease
                 and
                 fat
                 which
                 cleav'd
              
               
                 Upon
                 their
                 swords
                 ,
                 a
                 man
                 might
                 undertake
              
               
                 An
                 Irish
                 candle
                 (
                 if
                 he
                 list
                 )
                 to
                 make
                 ,
              
               
               
                 The
                 English
                 are
                 (
                 said
                 they
                 )
                 fit
                 meat
                 for
                 dogs
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 children
                 bastards
                 ,
                 drown
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 dogs
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 daye
                 's
                 our
                 own
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 wound
                 their
                 beasts
                 therefore
                 ;
              
               
                 Oh
                 't
                 is
                 a
                 gallant
                 thing
                 to
                 hear
                 them
                 rore
                 !
              
               
                 Thus
                 have
                 we
                 had
                 a
                 tast
                 of
                 what
                 befel
              
               
                 The
                 Protestants
                 :
                 now
                 they
                 that
                 did
                 rebel
              
               
                 Have
                 ever
                 since
                 by
                 the
                 just
                 hand
                 of
                 God
              
               
                 Bin
                 soundly
                 scourg'd
                 with
                 his
                 severer
                 rod
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 so
                 emasculates
                 their
                 spirits
                 in
                 fight
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 handfuls
                 put
                 innum'rous
                 foes
                 to
                 flight
                 ;
              
               
                 Thousands
                 of
                 them
                 have
                 perish'd
                 by
                 the
                 sword
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 As
                 many
                 ,
                 if
                 not
                 more
                 ,
                 the
                 plague
                 devour'd
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 still
                 fights
                 for
                 his
                 ;
                 and
                 will
                 ,
                 no
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 Utterly
                 root
                 up
                 that
                 rebellious
                 rour
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
               A
               MARTYROLOGIE
               Containing
               A
               COLLECTION
               Of
               all
               the
               PERSECUTIONS
               Which
               have
               befallen
               The
               Church
               of
               England
               ,
               Since
               the
               first
               Plantation
               of
               the
               Gospel
               ,
               To
               the
               end
               of
               Queen
               MARIES
               Reigne
               .
            
             
               By
               the
               same
               AUTHOR
               .
            
             
               Victi
               sunt
               Gentiles
               Papistae
               &
               Idololatria
               corum
               non
               a
               repugnantibus
               ,
               sed
               morientibus
               Christianis
               .
               
                 August
                 .
                 Ep.
                 42.
                 
              
            
             
               Quo
               malis
               presentibus
               durius
               deprimor
               ,
               co
               de
               fuluris
               gaudiis
               certius
               presumo
               .
               
                 Gregor
                 .
              
            
             
               In
               nothing
               be
               terrified
               by
               your
               adversaries
               ,
               which
               to
               them
               is
               an
               evident
               token
               of
               perdition
               ,
               but
               to
               you
               of
               salvation
               ,
               and
               that
               of
               God
               ,
               
                 Phil.
                 1.
                 28.
                 
              
            
             
               Printed
               by
               
                 J.
                 Cottrel
              
               .
               1657.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               To
               the
               Right
               Honourable
               ,
               WROTH
               ROGERS
               ESQUIRE
               ;
               High
               Sheriff
               ,
               and
               Governour
               of
               the
               City
               and
               County
               of
               Hereford
               :
               AND
               TO
               THE
               REVEREND
               ,
               Mr.
               
               
                 
                   William
                   Voyle
                
                 
                   William
                   Low
                
                 
                   Samuel
                   Smith
                
                 
                   George
                   Primrose
                
              
               Ministers
               of
               Christs
               Gospel
               in
               Hereford
               .
            
             
               Grace
               and
               Peace
               be
               multiplied
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               
                 Honoured
                 and
                 Reverend
                 Sirs
                 ,
              
            
             
               AS
               it
               is
               the
               property
               of
               generous
               spirits
               ,
               not
               to
               exact
               an
               answerable
               retaliation
               
               for
               their
               afforded
               favours
               from
               the
               party
               whom
               they
               have
               engag'd
               :
               So
               neither
               are
               they
               wont
               to
               slight
               the
               petty
               presents
               of
               a
               grateful
               heart
               ,
               whose
               greatest
               ambition
               is
               to
               be
               thankful
               .
               This
               hath
               emboldened
               me
               to
               offer
               you
               the
               small
               fruits
               of
               my
               weak
               labours
               ,
               or
               rather
               recreations
               ,
               gathered
               at
               spare
               hours
               ,
               in
               hope
               they
               may
               so
               rellish
               with
               your
               palate
               ,
               as
               to
               move
               you
               to
               honour
               them
               with
               a
               free
               acceptance
               :
               I
               doubt
               not
               then
               but
               they
               will
               pass
               the
               better
               ,
               and
               be
               entertained
               with
               more
               Approbation
               .
               VVhhat
               though
               the
               wine
               of
               astonishment
               
               (
               I
               mean
               the
               blood
               of
               Martyrs
               )
               be
               not
               so
               pleasant
               ,
               and
               consequently
               less
               desirable
               ,
               yet
               my
               hanging
               out
               the
               signes
               of
               your
               hononrable
               names
               (
               at
               the
               Frontispice
               of
               my
               Book
               )
               will
               be
               very
               effectual
               to
               make
               it
               vendible
               .
               Humility
               in
               your selves
               ,
               and
               charity
               towards
               me
               ,
               will
               cover
               all
               faults
               .
               I
               know
               you
               are
               my
               Honourable
               and
               Reverend
               good
               Friends
               ,
               and
               
                 Amici
                 omnia
                 ,
                 amicè
                 interpretantur
              
               ,
               so
               will
               you
               this
               my
               good
               will.
               Now
               if
               it
               be
               your
               pleasure
               to
               make
               use
               of
               me
               ,
               I
               am
               here
               prest
               for
               your
               small
               Service
               ,
               till
               I
               am
               able
               to
               perform
               
               greater
               .
               So
               praying
               God
               to
               fill
               you
               with
               as
               much
               happiness
               both
               here
               and
               hereafter
               ,
               as
               your
               hearts
               can
               hold
               ,
               I
               take
               my
               leave
               of
               you
               ;
               but
               shall
               alwayes
               ,
               while
               I
               have
               a
               tongue
               and
               hand
               ,
               acknowledge
               and
               subscribe
               my self
               ,
            
             
               
                 Etrolog
                 .
                 
                   The
                   seconD
                   of
                   the
                   MoVnth
                   ApriL
                   .
                   MDCLVI
                   .
                
              
               
                 Your
                 Honours
                 humblest
                 Servant
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 you
                 my
                 Worthy
                 Friends
                 very
                 much
                 obliged
                 ,
                 Nicholas
                 Billingsley
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               the
               ingenious
               Reader
               .
            
             
               
                 Kinde
                 Reader
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               Call
               thee
               as
               I
               would
               willingly
               finde
               thee
               ;
               though
               ,
               I
               confess
               ,
               my
               weak
               performance
               of
               this
               Part
               also
               in
               Verse
               ,
               which
               is
               so
               well
               done
               to
               thy
               hand
               in
               Prose
               already
               ,
               might
               justly
               occasion
               thee
               to
               clothe
               thy
               brow
               in
               an
               angry
               frown
               ,
               and
               look
               big
               upon
               me
               ,
               with
               a
               
                 What
                 needs
                 this
              
               ?
               But
               I
               perswade
               my self
               ,
               thou
               knowst
               a
               little
               better
               what
               belongs
               to
               humanity
               ,
               then
               to
               judge
               too
               inhumanely
               of
               me
               ;
               thy self
               remembring
               that
               thou
               art
               also
               born
               of
               a
               woman
               ,
               and
               art
               naturally
               proclive
               to
               slip
               ,
               if
               need
               be
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               another
               .
               Mansuetude
               seems
               firstly
               to
               be
               attributed
               to
               beasts
               which
               were
               made
               tame
               ,
               and
               cicurated
               ;
               but
               was
               afterwards
               us'd
               to
               express
               the
               minde
               pliable
               ,
               and
               pulling
               in
               the
               reins
               of
               her
               passion
               :
               this
               vertue
               if
               thou
               hast
               ,
               I
               need
               not
               advise
               thee
               (
               as
               Athenodorus
               did
               Augustus
               )
               from
               speaking
               anything
               rashly
               before
               thou
               hast
               orderly
               repeated
               the
               Criss-Cross-Row
               .
               Thus
               do
               I
               hope
               well
               of
               thee
               .
               What
               I
               have
               done
               ,
               I
               leave
               
               to
               thy
               good-liking
               ;
               which
               ,
               if
               I
               may
               be
               so
               worthy
               ,
               as
               to
               obtain
               from
               thee
               ,
               give
               God
               the
               Glory
               ,
               and
               I
               am
               abundantly
               rewarded
               for
               my
               pains
               .
            
             
               
                 Yours
                 ,
                 N.
                 B.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               THE
               PERSECUTIONS
               Of
               the
               Church
               of
               England
               ,
               From
               the
               first
               planting
               of
               the
               Gospel
               ,
               to
               the
               end
               of
               Queen
               Maries
               Reign
               .
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 British
                 Church
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 coming
                 in
                 of
                 the
                 Saxons
                 .
              
               
                 TO
                 tell
                 exactly
                 who
                 the
                 persons
                 were
              
               
                 That
                 first
                 preach'd
                 to
                 the
                 Britains
                 ,
                 in
                 what
                 year
              
               
                 The
                 Gospel
                 first
                 took
                 root
                 ,
                 is
                 past
                 my
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 Authors
                 cite
                 them
                 with
                 a
                 diff'ring
                 Quill
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 say
                 *
                 Zelotes
                 preach'd
                 here
                 first
                 of
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 Arimathean
                 Joseph
                 ;
                 others
                 Paul
                 :
              
               
                 Fagan
                 ,
                 and
                 Damian
                 ,
                 did
                 the
                 Gospel
                 bring
              
               
                 Into
                 great
                 
                   Britain
                   .
                   Lucius
                
                 the
                 King
                 ,
              
               
               
                 With
                 many
                 of
                 his
                 subjects
                 ,
                 did
                 embrace
              
               
                 The
                 proffer'd
                 Gospel
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 means
                 of
                 grace
                 :
              
               
                 Converted
                 ,
                 and
                 baptiz'd
                 ,
                 they
                 overturn'd
              
               
                 Th'Idol'trous
                 Temples
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Altars
                 burn'd
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 superstitious
                 rites
                 they
                 laid
                 aside
                 ,
              
               
                 Advancing
                 Christ
                 :
                 the
                 Scripture
                 was
                 their
                 guide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 onely
                 rule
                 ;
                 they
                 judged
                 nothing
                 fit
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 had
                 warrant
                 from
                 the
                 Sacred
                 Writ
                 .
              
               
                 Two
                 hundred
                 sixteen
                 years
                 this
                 faith
                 did
                 flame
              
               
                 Amongst
                 them
                 till
                 the
                 Pagan
                 Saxons
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 Religious
                 Lucius
                 without
                 issue
                 dy'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Barons
                 and
                 the
                 Nobles
                 vy'd
              
               
                 For
                 King
                 ;
                 and
                 while
                 they
                 for
                 the
                 crown
                 contended
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 step'd
                 the
                 Romans
                 ,
                 so
                 the
                 quarrel
                 ended
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 usurp'd
                 the
                 crown
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 o'rewhelm
              
               
                 With
                 misery
                 and
                 ruine
                 the
                 whole
                 Realm
                 .
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 th'Idol'trous
                 Romans
                 bore
                 the
                 sway
                 ;
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 the
                 Christian
                 Britans
                 won
                 the
                 day
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 turns
                 they
                 got
                 the
                 best
                 ,
                 by
                 turns
                 they
                 got
              
               
                 The
                 worst
                 ,
                 as
                 Providence
                 did
                 them
                 allot
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Dioclesian's
                 time
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 Reign
              
               
                 Of
                 Maximinian
                 ,
                 the
                 Christians
                 slain
              
               
                 In
                 Britany
                 and
                 elsewhere
                 ,
                 did
                 amount
              
               
                 To
                 sev'nteen
                 thousand
                 .
                 One
                 of
                 great
                 account
                 ,
              
               
                 Alban
                 his
                 name
                 ,
                 the
                 Proto-Martyr
                 was
              
               
                 Of
                 Englands
                 Isle
                 ;
                 and
                 many
                 more
                 did
                 pass
              
               
                 That
                 way
                 he
                 went.
                 Religion
                 decaid
                 ,
              
               
                 Bibles
                 were
                 burned
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Churches
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 Laid
                 level
                 with
                 the
                 ground
                 ;
                 disord'red
                 orders
              
               
                 Took
                 place
                 ;
                 and
                 Piety
                 forsook
                 our
                 borders
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 fore-named
                 Tyrants
                 over-tir'd
              
               
                 With
                 blondy
                 butcheries
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 respir'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Experience
                 telling
                 them
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 they
                 shed
              
               
                 The
                 Christians
                 blood
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 the
                 faith
                 still
                 spread
                 .
              
               
               
                 They
                 both
                 went
                 down
                 from
                 the
                 Imperial
                 seat
                 ;
              
               
                 Constantius
                 ;
                 next
                 Constantine
                 the
                 Great
              
               
                 Succeeding
                 in
                 the
                 British
                 government
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Church
                 was
                 quiet
                 ,
                 and
                 enjoy'd
                 content
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 peace
                 continu'd
                 till
                 the
                 Arrian
                 Sect
              
               
                 The
                 novelty-affectors
                 did
                 infect
                 .
              
               
                 Hereat
                 God
                 raised
                 up
                 the
                 Picts
                 and
                 Seots
              
               
                 (
                 Two
                 barb'rous
                 nations
                 )
                 and
                 to
                 them
                 alots
              
               
                 The
                 Victors
                 wreath
                 :
                 poor
                 England
                 was
                 opprest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 for
                 many
                 years
                 enjoy
                 no
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 them
                 send
                 Embassadors
                 to
                 Rome
              
               
                 With
                 sad
                 complaints
                 ,
                 entreating
                 them
                 to
                 come
              
               
                 To
                 aid
                 them
                 ;
                 so
                 a
                 Roman
                 Legion
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 Slew
                 some
                 ,
                 making
                 the
                 rest
                 retreat
                 with
                 shame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 quit
                 these
                 coasts
                 ;
                 advising
                 us
                 withal
              
               
                 To
                 raise
                 betwixt
                 us
                 and
                 the
                 Scots
                 ,
                 a
                 wall
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 wall
                 being
                 builded
                 by
                 the
                 English
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Roman
                 force
                 returned
                 home
                 agen
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 news
                 was
                 brought
                 unto
                 the
                 Picts
                 and
                 Scots
              
               
                 One
                 this
                 side
                 of
                 the
                 wall
                 ;
                 they
                 landed
                 boats
                 ,
              
               
                 O're-ran
                 the
                 country
                 ,
                 laid
                 the
                 corn-sields
                 waste
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bare
                 down
                 all
                 before
                 them
                 as
                 they
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Britans
                 send
                 their
                 Legates
                 unto
                 Rome
              
               
                 A
                 second
                 time
                 ;
                 the
                 sent-for
                 souldiers
                 come
              
               
                 And
                 vaequish'd
                 them
                 ;
                 the
                 rest
                 put
                 to
                 disorders
                 ,
              
               
                 Enforcedly
                 desert
                 the
                 British
                 borders
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 done
                 ,
                 they
                 told
                 the
                 Britans
                 flat
                 and
                 plain
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 should
                 expect
                 no
                 aid
                 from
                 them
                 again
                 ;
              
               
                 Besides
                 ,
                 it
                 stood
                 not
                 with
                 their
                 ease
                 ,
                 to
                 take
              
               
                 So
                 long
                 and
                 tedious
                 journeys
                 for
                 their
                 sake
                 :
              
               
                 Now
                 therefore
                 arm
                 your selves
                 ,
                 and
                 exercise
              
               
                 In
                 Warlike
                 feats
                 (
                 said
                 they
                 )
                 if
                 yee
                 be
                 wise
                 :
              
               
                 Go
                 ,
                 go
                 and
                 build
                 you
                 firmer
                 walls
                 ,
                 that
                 so
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 keep
                 out
                 your
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
               
                 The
                 Romans
                 having
                 took
                 their
                 last
                 farewel
              
               
                 Of
                 Britany
                 ,
                 the
                 Picts
                 and
                 Scots
                 soon
                 fell
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 re-builded
                 walls
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 to
                 flight
              
               
                 The
                 trembling
                 Britains
                 ,
                 noitrain'd
                 up
                 to
                 fight
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 that
                 stood
                 out
                 were
                 barb'rously
                 destroy'd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 their
                 goods
                 the
                 enemies
                 enjoy'd
                 .
              
               
                 Loan
                 Aceldama
                 of
                 blood
                 !
                 what
                 store
              
               
                 Of
                 slaughtred
                 Carkasses
                 ,
                 ev'n
                 swim
                 in
                 gore
                 !
              
               
                 Rome
                 b'ing
                 again
                 solicited
                 to
                 send
              
               
                 Relief
                 ,
                 refus'd
                 ;
                 the
                 Britains
                 in
                 the
                 end
              
               
                 Took
                 heart
                 to
                 grass
                 ,
                 when
                 earthly
                 comforts
                 fail'd
              
               
                 Sought
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 '
                 gainst
                 their
                 enemies
                 prevail'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Gave
                 them
                 the
                 total
                 rout
                 ;
                 the
                 Picts
                 began
              
               
                 To
                 keep
                 their
                 bound
                 ,
                 save
                 onely
                 now
                 and
                 than
              
               
                 They
                 inroads
                 made
                 into
                 the
                 Land
                 ;
                 the
                 Land
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 became
                 under
                 her
                 own
                 command
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 ground
                 was
                 now
                 manur'd
                 ;
                 the
                 Lord
                 did
                 bless
              
               
                 Th'
                 industrious
                 Britains
                 with
                 a
                 large
                 encrease
              
               
                 Of
                 full-ear'd
                 corn
                 ,
                 that
                 such
                 abundant
                 store
              
               
                 Scarce
                 ever
                 in
                 the
                 Land
                 was
                 seen
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Oh!
                 mans
                 sinful
                 heart
                 !
                 this
                 Peace
                 ,
                 this
                 Quiet
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 Plenty
                 ,
                 led
                 them
                 to
                 excess
                 ,
                 and
                 rior
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 pride
                 ,
                 contention
                 ,
                 envy
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 like
                 :
              
               
                 God
                 sent
                 the
                 plague
                 among
                 them
                 ,
                 which
                 did
                 strike
              
               
                 So
                 many
                 dead
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 alive
                 were
                 all
              
               
                 Unable
                 to
                 afford
                 them
                 burial
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 could
                 the
                 judgements
                 that
                 abroad
                 were
                 sent
              
               
                 Not
                 melt
                 their
                 hearts
                 ,
                 nor
                 move
                 them
                 to
                 repent
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 death
                 of
                 friends
                 ,
                 the
                 danger
                 they
                 were
                 in
              
               
                 Themselves
                 ,
                 but
                 hardened
                 them
                 more
                 in
                 sin
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 work'd
                 their
                 Reformation
                 ;
                 oftentimes
                 ,
              
               
                 Judgements
                 prove
                 Shooing-horns
                 to
                 greater
                 crimes
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 wax
                 still
                 worse
                 and
                 worse
                 ;
                 the
                 Laity
                 chose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Clergy
                 too
                 ,
                 to
                 live
                 like
                 ranc'rons
                 foes
                 .
              
               
               
                 Gods
                 thundring
                 vengeance
                 which
                 upon
                 them
                 fell
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 breathing
                 Muse
                 shall
                 in
                 the
                 sequel
                 tell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 British
                 Church
                 under
                 the
                 Heathen
                 Saxons
                 and
                 English
                 ,
                 Anno
                 429
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 THE
                 Britains
                 with
                 ill-neighbours
                 re-infested
                 ,
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 turning
                 to
                 the
                 Lord
                 ,
                 requested
              
               
                 The
                 Pagan
                 Saxons
                 aid
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 oppose
              
               
                 The
                 raging
                 fury
                 of
                 these
                 Northern
                 foes
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 came
                 ,
                 and
                 coming
                 ,
                 conquer'd
                 them
                 ;
                 at
                 length
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Saxons
                 knowing
                 their
                 sufficient
                 strength
              
               
                 To
                 over-pow'r
                 the
                 weaker
                 Britains
                 ,
                 they
              
               
                 Fell
                 foul
                 on
                 them
                 ,
                 exacting
                 greater
                 pay
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 more
                 provision
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 they
                 would
              
               
                 Side
                 with
                 the
                 Picts
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 the
                 best
                 they
                 could
              
               
                 To
                 spoil
                 their
                 country
                 .
                 This
                 their
                 resolution
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 said
                 ,
                 was
                 put
                 in
                 execution
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 goodly
                 edifices
                 they
                 destroy'd
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Ministers
                 ,
                 the
                 while
                 they
                 were
                 employ'd
              
               
                 In
                 Divine
                 service
                 ,
                 were
                 of
                 lives
                 depriv'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rev'rend
                 Bishops
                 with
                 their
                 flocks
                 disliv'd
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 left
                 their
                 country
                 and
                 beyond
                 Seas
                 fled
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 on
                 the
                 mountaines
                 tops
                 were
                 murthered
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 pin'd
                 with
                 hunger
                 ,
                 creeping
                 from
                 their
                 caves
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 soon
                 dispatch'd
                 ,
                 or
                 made
                 perpetual
                 slaves
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 English
                 Nobles
                 summoned
                 to
                 treat
              
               
                 Concerning
                 peace
                 ,
                 did
                 on
                 a
                 fix'd
                 time
                 meet
              
               
                 At
                 Almshury
                 ;
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 faithless
                 train
              
               
                 Of
                 Saxons
                 ,
                 were
                 most
                 treacherously
                 slain
              
               
               
                 At
                 Stomheng
                 ;
                 and
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 were
                 bury'd
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 yet-remaining
                 monuments
                 declare
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 when
                 the
                 Britans
                 found
                 no
                 other
                 way
              
               
                 Lay
                 open
                 to
                 redress
                 ,
                 they
                 fell
                 to
                 pray
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 fast
                 was
                 call'd
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 ,
                 with
                 one
                 accord
              
               
                 Humbled
                 their
                 souls
                 ,
                 before
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 Lord.
              
               
                 
                   Ambrosius
                   Aurelian
                
                 ,
                 being
                 chose
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 their
                 King
                 ,
                 did
                 profligate
                 their
                 foes
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 that
                 day
                 Gods
                 hand
                 appearing
                 glorious
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 went
                 out
                 prosp'rous
                 ,
                 and
                 return'd
                 Victorious
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 Aurelian
                 with
                 poyson
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Uter
                   Pendragon
                
                 reigned
                 in
                 his
                 stead
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 bidding
                 battail
                 to
                 the
                 enemy
                 ,
              
               
                 Two
                 of
                 their
                 Chieftains
                 took
                 ;
                 who
                 scaping
                 fly
              
               
                 To
                 Belgia
                 for
                 more
                 aid
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 mean
              
               
                 The
                 Saxons
                 flock'd
                 in
                 ;
                 conflicts
                 past
                 between
              
               
                 Th'English
                 and
                 them
                 :
                 now
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 sometimes
                 they
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 As
                 Providence
                 saw
                 good
                 )
                 did
                 win
                 the
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Octa
                 ,
                 and
                 Cosa
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 force
                 renew'd
              
               
                 Came
                 o're
                 again
                 ;
                 the
                 Britans
                 are
                 subdu'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 pastors
                 slain
                 ,
                 Churches
                 demolished
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 mercy
                 's
                 shown
                 ;
                 King
                 Vter
                 sick
                 in
                 bed
                 ,
              
               
                 Seeing
                 his
                 Subjects
                 fall
                 ,
                 would
                 needs
                 be
                 brought
              
               
                 Into
                 his
                 camp
                 :
                 so
                 resolutely
                 fought
              
               
                 His
                 souldiers
                 then
                 ,
                 they
                 (
                 under
                 God
                 )
                 obtain
              
               
                 The
                 Victors
                 wreath
                 :
                 Octa
                 and
                 Cosa
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 Soon
                 ever
                 this
                 great
                 Victory
                 was
                 won
                 ,
              
               
                 Uter
                 of
                 poyson
                 dy'd
                 ;
                 Arthur
                 his
                 son
              
               
                 Was
                 crowned
                 King
                 ,
                 who
                 twice
                 six
                 Victories
              
               
                 Obtain'd
                 against
                 the
                 Saxon
                 enemies
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 stranger
                 acts
                 ,
                 and
                 unbeliev'd
                 success
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 fabulous
                 ,
                 I
                 leave
                 ;
                 but
                 questionless
              
               
                 Much
                 peace
                 and
                 safety
                 to
                 the
                 British
                 Isle
              
               
                 Was
                 in
                 his
                 happy
                 reiga
                 enjoy'd
                 ;
                 yet
                 while
              
               
               
                 They
                 were
                 at
                 Peace
                 with
                 others
                 ,
                 they
                 agin
              
               
                 Returning
                 to
                 their
                 loathed
                 wayes
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 Fell
                 to
                 intestine
                 broils
                 ,
                 embracing
                 evil
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 worshipped
                 the
                 Devil
                 ,
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 notion
                 of
                 an
                 Angel
                 bright
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Priests
                 withheld
                 the
                 Gospels
                 purer
                 light
              
               
                 From
                 deviating
                 souls
                 ;
                 which
                 soon
                 procur'd
              
               
                 The
                 wrath
                 of
                 God
                 (
                 too
                 great
                 to
                 be
                 endur'd
                 )
              
               
                 Driv'n
                 out
                 of
                 house
                 and
                 home
                 ,
                 no
                 ease
                 ,
                 no
                 rest
              
               
                 They
                 found
                 ;
                 the
                 Saxons
                 had
                 the
                 Land
                 possest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 turn'd
                 out
                 all
                 the
                 Christian
                 Divines
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 done
                 ,
                 they
                 did
                 in
                 the
                 usurp'd
                 confines
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Heptarchy
                 erect
                 :
                 These
                 Kings
                 did
                 smother
              
               
                 All
                 peace
                 ,
                 fell
                 out
                 and
                 warr'd
                 with
                 one
                 another
                 :
              
               
                 Till
                 disempowr'd
                 ,
                 they
                 could
                 not
                 well
                 defend
              
               
                 Themselves
                 ,
                 much
                 less
                 with
                 enemies
                 contend
                 .
                 
              
               
                 King
                 Lncius
                 was
                 the
                 first
                 that
                 did
                 receive
              
               
                 The
                 Gospel
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 believe
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 which
                 time
                 (
                 as
                 't
                 in
                 Chronicles
                 appears
                 )
              
               
                 It
                 staid
                 in
                 Britain
                 full
                 four
                 hundred
                 years
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 hundred
                 fourty
                 and
                 three
                 years
                 Gods
                 word
              
               
                 Grew
                 cold
                 ;
                 
                 but
                 Austins
                 comming
                 it
                 restor'd
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 English
                 children
                 being
                 brought
                 to
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 to
                 be
                 sold
                 ,
                 Gregory
                 chanc'd
                 to
                 come
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 market-place
                 :
                 when
                 his
                 fix'd
                 sight
              
               
                 Saw
                 in
                 their
                 lovely
                 cheeks
                 pure
                 red
                 and
                 white
              
               
                 Contend
                 for
                 Mastership
                 ,
                 he
                 much
                 admir'd
              
               
                 At
                 their
                 so
                 sweet
                 complexions
                 ,
                 and
                 enquir'd
              
               
                 What
                 country
                 they
                 were
                 of
                 ;
                 then
                 being
                 told
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 were
                 English
                 heathens
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 sold
              
               
                 For
                 slaves
                 :
                 here
                 's
                 choice
                 enough
                 ,
                 if
                 any
                 wat
                 's
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 he
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 pity
                 such
                 inhabitants
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 fair
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 Angelical
                 ,
                 should
                 dwell
              
               
                 As
                 subjects
                 to
                 the
                 story
                 Prince
                 of
                 hell
                 .
              
               
               
                 Inform'd
                 their
                 Province
                 Deira
                 was
                 ;
                 said
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Could
                 wish
                 them
                 Manu-miss'd
                 
                   De
                   ira
                   Dei.
                
              
               
                 And
                 further
                 ,
                 being
                 given
                 to
                 understand
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 one
                 nam'd
                 Alle
                 rul'd
                 the
                 British
                 land
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 saith
                 he
                 ,
                 ought
                 Praises
                 to
                 be
                 given
              
               
                 And
                 Allelujab's
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 heaven
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 also
                 had
                 a
                 great
                 desire
                 to
                 go
              
               
                 To
                 England
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 preach
                 :
                 but
                 Rome
                 said
                 ,
                 no.
              
               
                 Pelagius
                 dy'd
                 :
                 he
                 in
                 his
                 room
                 assign'd
              
               
                 Romes
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 calling
                 his
                 intent
                 to
                 minde
                 :
              
               
                 Austin
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 forty
                 more
                 Divines
                 ,
                 he
                 sent
              
               
                 To
                 undertake
                 this
                 work
                 :
                 they
                 land
                 in
                 Kent
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Thanets
                 fertile
                 Isle
                 :
                 King
                 Ethelbert
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Canterbury
                 City
                 ,
                 they
                 convert
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 baptize
                 :
                 
                 by
                 whose
                 example
                 ,
                 many
              
               
                 Dayly
                 came
                 in
                 ,
                 the
                 King
                 enforc'd
                 not
                 any
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 much
                 respected
                 ,
                 and
                 affected
                 those
              
               
                 Who
                 willingly
                 with
                 Christ
                 would
                 make
                 a
                 close
                 .
              
               
                 Austin
                 sends
                 Greg'ry
                 word
                 ,
                 how
                 God
                 did
                 bless
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crown
                 their
                 labours
                 with
                 desir'd
                 success
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 joyful
                 Bishop
                 sendeth
                 more
                 Divines
              
               
                 Over
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 effect
                 those
                 great
                 designs
              
               
                 Were
                 now
                 on
                 foot
                 :
                 a
                 letter
                 of
                 advise
              
               
                 He
                 writes
                 to
                 Austin
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 too
                 wise
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 own
                 eyes
                 ,
                 not
                 be
                 puft
                 up
                 at
                 all
              
               
                 By
                 those
                 great
                 miracles
                 ,
                 which
                 did
                 befall
              
               
                 The
                 English
                 Church
                 :
                 For
                 why
                 ?
                 for
                 this
                 intent
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 onely
                 us'd
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 an
                 instrument
                 .
              
               
                 Ascribe
                 all
                 ,
                 Austin
                 ,
                 to
                 God's
                 pow'r
                 Divine
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 be
                 the
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 praise
                 ,
                 not
                 thine
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 thy
                 heart
                 t'ebulluate
                 begins
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 think
                 upon
                 thy
                 God-offending
                 sins
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 will
                 humble
                 thee
                 :
                 all
                 Gods
                 elect
              
               
                 Have
                 of
                 themselves
                 no
                 power
                 to
                 effect
              
               
               
                 A
                 miracle
                 like
                 this
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 heav'ns
                 book
              
               
                 Contains
                 their
                 names
                 .
                 O
                 do
                 not
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 look
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 on
                 thine
                 own
                 works
                 ;
                 be
                 this
                 thy
                 strife
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 have
                 thy
                 name
                 writ
                 in
                 the
                 book
                 of
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 ever
                 miracle
                 the
                 Lord
                 hath
                 brought
              
               
                 To
                 pass
                 by
                 thee
                 ,
                 know
                 this
                 ,
                 it
                 was
                 not
                 wrought
              
               
                 For
                 thy
                 sake
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 't
                 was
                 wrought
                 for
                 the
                 salvation
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 seduc'd
                 ,
                 misguided
                 English
                 nation
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 might
                 be
                 so
                 worthy
                 to
                 advise
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Temples
                 built
                 for
                 heath'nish
                 sacrifice
              
               
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 have
                 demolish'd
                 ,
                 but
                 th'
                 abuse
              
               
                 Remov'd
                 ,
                 converted
                 to
                 another
                 use
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 go
                 along
                 with
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 lest
                 you
                 stumble
              
               
                 Through
                 pride
                 ,
                 and
                 glory
                 ,
                 keep
                 you
                 alwayes
                 humble
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 He
                 an
                 Epistle
                 also
                 did
                 direct
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 to
                 this
                 effect
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 first
                 prais'd
                 God
                 ,
                 then
                 did
                 the
                 King
                 commend
                 ,
              
               
                 Wishing
                 he
                 might
                 prove
                 constant
                 to
                 the
                 end
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 professed
                 faith
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 his
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 Convert
                 his
                 Subjects
                 to
                 a
                 Saviour
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 holds
                 forth
                 life
                 to
                 those
                 that
                 will
                 receive
              
               
                 It
                 freely
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 's
                 promises
                 believe
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 lastly
                 ,
                 he
                 intreats
                 his
                 gifts
                 may
                 finde
              
               
                 Acceptance
                 ,
                 coming
                 from
                 a
                 willing
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 Miletus
                 ,
                 by
                 his
                 preaching
                 did
                 convert
              
               
                 Th'
                 east
                 Angles
                 and
                 the
                 then-King
                 Sigebert
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 his
                 Unckle
                 Ethelbert
                 did
                 found
              
               
                 St.
                 Paul
                 his
                 Church
                 ,
                 and
                 built
                 it
                 from
                 the
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 Austin
                 a
                 Synod
                 gath'red
                 in
                 this
                 nation
              
               
                 Of
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 to
                 consult
                 of
                 Reformation
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 nothing's
                 done
                 therein
                 :
                 King
                 Ethelbert
              
               
                 Having
                 a
                 mighty
                 force
                 ,
                 went
                 to
                 evert
              
               
                 The
                 Chestrian
                 City
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Monks
                 of
                 Bangor
              
               
                 Assembling
                 ,
                 pray'd
                 God
                 to
                 divert
                 his
                 anger
                 ,
              
               
               
                 From
                 their
                 friends
                 heads
                 ,
                 and
                 turn
                 it
                 on
                 their
                 foes
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 shield
                 the
                 English
                 from
                 approaching
                 woes
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 the
                 King
                 saw
                 them
                 so
                 intent
                 in
                 pray'r
                 ,
              
               
                 Demand
                 he
                 did
                 ,
                 what
                 sort
                 of
                 men
                 they
                 were
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 being
                 credibly
                 inform'd
                 ,
                 they
                 pray'd
              
               
                 For
                 those
                 that
                 were
                 his
                 enemies
                 ;
                 he
                 said
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 unarm'd
                 ,
                 they
                 fight
                 against
                 us
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 their
                 prayers
                 persecute
                 us
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 hearts
                 ,
                 fall
                 bluntly
                 on
                 them
                 ;
                 upon
                 pain
              
               
                 Of
                 our
                 displeasure
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 all
                 be
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 Eleven
                 hundred
                 Monks
                 had
                 their
                 blood
                 spill'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 God
                 reveng'd
                 :
                 the
                 bloody
                 Tyrant's
                 kill'd
              
               
                 In
                 fight
                 by
                 Christian
                 Edwin
                 ,
                 who
                 obtain'd
              
               
                 The
                 crown
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Christ-builded
                 faith
                 maintain'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Idols
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Altars
                 he
                 destroy'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Making
                 all
                 ancient
                 ceremonies
                 voyd
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 caused
                 brazen
                 dishes
                 to
                 be
                 tide
              
               
                 By
                 ev'ry
                 fountain
                 in
                 the
                 High-wayes
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 so
                 each
                 passenger
                 without
                 controul
                 ,
              
               
                 Might
                 be
                 refreshed
                 with
                 a
                 liberal
                 boul
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 alwayes
                 carried
                 himself
                 propitious
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 good
                 ,
                 but
                 rig'rous
                 to
                 the
                 vitious
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 a
                 woman
                 charg'd
                 with
                 gold
                 might
                 pass
              
               
                 From
                 Sea
                 to
                 Sea
                 ,
                 unquestion'd
                 who
                 she
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 ,
                 by
                 Penda
                 ,
                 and
                 Cadwalla's
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 Subdu'd
                 ,
                 Josiah
                 -
                 like
                 ,
                 he
                 dy'd
                 in
                 fight
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Christian
                 Subjects
                 felt
                 the
                 worst
                 of
                 woes
                 ,
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 eruelst
                 deaths
                 ,
                 by
                 those
                 insulting
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 *
                 Queen
                 ,
                 her
                 *
                 daughter
                 ,
                 and
                 Paulinus
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 save
                 their
                 lives
                 ,
                 by
                 water
                 into
                 Kent
                 ;
              
               
                 Oswald
                 was
                 crowned
                 next
                 ;
                 whose
                 pray'rs
                 did
                 gain
              
               
                 A
                 glorious
                 Victory
                 ,
                 Cadwalla
                 slain
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 love
                 to
                 piety
                 ,
                 his
                 fervent
                 zeal
              
               
                 To
                 spread
                 the
                 Gospel
                 in
                 his
                 common-weal
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Was
                 known
                 to
                 all
                 .
                 From
                 Scotland
                 he
                 procur'd
              
               
                 Aidanus
                 Bishop
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 King
                 inur'd
              
               
                 To
                 Scoth
                 ,
                 himself
                 interpreted
                 the
                 words
              
               
                 Aidanus
                 preach'd
                 ,
                 unto
                 his
                 noble
                 Lords
              
               
                 And
                 Subjects
                 in
                 their
                 mother
                 tongue
                 ,
                 more
                 known
              
               
                 To
                 them
                 then
                 the
                 exotique
                 Scotish
                 tone
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 to
                 the
                 poor
                 was
                 so
                 compassionate
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 when
                 on
                 Easter-day
                 at
                 meat
                 they
                 sate
              
               
                 And
                 serv'd
                 in
                 silver
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 told
                 the
                 poor
              
               
                 Stood
                 flocking
                 thick
                 and
                 threefold
                 at
                 the
                 door
              
               
                 He
                 caused
                 them
                 for
                 to
                 be
                 serv'd
                 in
                 state
              
               
                 With
                 his
                 own
                 food
                 ,
                 taking
                 a
                 silver
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 straight-way
                 breaking
                 it
                 in
                 pieces
                 small
                 ,
              
               
                 Distribute
                 it
                 he
                 did
                 amongst
                 them
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Aidanus
                 seeing
                 this
                 ,
                 admir'd
                 ,
                 and
                 got
              
               
                 Him
                 by
                 the
                 hand
                 ,
                 O
                 may
                 this
                 never
                 rot
              
               
                 That
                 to
                 the
                 poor
                 so
                 beneficial
                 was
              
               
                 (
                 Said
                 he
                 :
                 )
                 as
                 Authors
                 say
                 ,
                 it
                 came
                 to
                 pass
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Oswald
                 also
                 was
                 a
                 means
                 to
                 bring
              
               
                 Kinigilsus
                 of
                 the
                 West-Saxons
                 King.
              
               
                 And
                 Quicelinus
                 King
                 of
                 Dorsetshire
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 of
                 their
                 Subjects
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 clear
              
               
                 Knowledge
                 of
                 Christ
                 ;
                 under
                 the
                 Minist'ry
              
               
                 Of
                 Berinus
                 famous
                 for
                 piety
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Oswald
                 having
                 reigned
                 nine
                 years
                 space
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Mercian
                   Penda
                
                 did
                 his
                 life
                 uncase
                 .
              
               
                 Oswic
                 succeeded
                 him
                 ;
                 Oswic
                 as
                 glorious
              
               
                 A
                 Prince
                 ,
                 as
                 pious
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 less
                 Victorious
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 rais'd
                 an
                 army
                 ,
                 fought
                 ,
                 and
                 overthrew
              
               
                 A
                 greater
                 force
                 ,
                 and
                 impious
                 Penda
                 slew
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Bishops
                 and
                 the
                 Ministers
                 ,
              
               
                 Sequester'd
                 from
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 and
                 its
                 affairs
                 ,
              
               
                 Preach'd
                 freely
                 to
                 the
                 people
                 ,
                 until
                 they
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 celebrating
                 Easter-day
              
               
               
                 (
                 Which
                 bone
                 amongst
                 them
                 Satan
                 cast
                 )
                 contended
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Synod's
                 call'd
                 ,
                 nor
                 was
                 the
                 diff'rence
                 ended
                 ,
              
               
                 Wolferus
                 now
                 a
                 license
                 having
                 gain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Converted
                 the
                 south-Saxons
                 ;
                 then
                 there
                 rain'd
              
               
                 Abundant
                 showrs
                 which
                 fertiliz'd
                 the
                 land
              
               
                 Laine
                 barren
                 for
                 three
                 years
                 :
                 thus
                 Gods
                 good
                 hand
              
               
                 Appeared
                 in
                 a
                 plenteous
                 increase
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 sent
                 his
                 Gospel
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Gospel-peace
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 the
                 South-Saxons
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 Ifle
                 of
                 Wight
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 last
                 of
                 all
                 embrace
                 the
                 Gospels
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 About
                 this
                 time
                 the
                 Roman
                 Church
                 disown'd
              
               
                 Her
                 pristine
                 beauty
                 ;
                 Antichrist
                 enthron'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Pope
                 did
                 Lord
                 it
                 over
                 all
                 ;
                 he
                 sent
              
               
                 Italian
                 Theodorus
                 into
                 Kent
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 Monks
                 ,
                 there
                 Masses
                 must
                 be
                 sung
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 Latin
                 ,
                 not
                 the
                 mother-tongue
                 :
              
               
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 and
                 Ministers
                 he
                 did
                 displace
              
               
                 At
                 's
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 in
                 a
                 little
                 space
              
               
                 Truth
                 turn'd
                 to
                 errour
                 ,
                 Piety
                 to
                 vainness
                 ,
              
               
                 Zeal
                 to
                 contempt
                 ,
                 Religion
                 to
                 profaness
                 .
              
               
                 Because
                 their
                 iterated
                 crimes
                 did
                 urge
              
               
                 Gods
                 wrath
                 ,
                 the
                 Pagan-Danes
                 became
                 their
                 scourge
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Heptarchy
                 united
                 by
                 Egbert
                 ;
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 invasion
                 by
                 the
                 Danes
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 English
                 Church
                 under
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 KIng
                 Egbert
                 after
                 many
                 battails
                 fought
                 ,
              
               
                 United
                 first
                 the
                 Heptarchy
                 ,
                 and
                 brought
              
               
                 In
                 Monarchy
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 British
                 land
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 whole
                 Realm
                 his
                 ,
                 he
                 gave
                 a
                 strict
                 command
              
               
                 That
                 Britain
                 should
                 be
                 England
                 nam'd
                 ,
                 and
                 all
              
               
                 The
                 Saxons
                 answer
                 to
                 the
                 English
                 call
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Pagan-Danes
                 invaded
                 several
                 times
              
               
                 (
                 To
                 plague
                 her
                 for
                 her
                 execrable
                 crimes
                 )
              
               
                 This
                 British
                 Isle
                 ,
                 not
                 striving
                 to
                 enjoy
              
               
                 And
                 conquer
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 t'utterly
                 destroy
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 whosoe're
                 they
                 met
                 ,
                 man
                 ,
                 woman
                 ,
                 child
                 ,
              
               
                 Kill'd
                 or
                 enslaved
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Churches
                 spoil'd
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 sacked
                 Canterbury
                 ,
                 in
                 which
                 place
              
               
                 Above
                 nine
                 thousand
                 souls
                 they
                 did
                 uncase
                 .
              
               
                 Throughout
                 the
                 Land
                 their
                 cruelty
                 was
                 such
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 blood
                 they
                 thought
                 theycould
                 not
                 shed
                 too
                 much
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Isle
                 was
                 subject
                 to
                 a
                 forreign
                 power
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Till
                 freed
                 by
                 
                   William
                   the
                   Conquerour
                
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 list
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 intercourse
                 of
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Acts
                 and
                 the
                 Successions
                 of
                 Kings
                 ,
              
               
                 May
                 if
                 he
                 please
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 brevity's
                 my
                 mark
                 )
              
               
                 Read
                 them
                 at
                 large
                 in
                 famous
                 Mr.
                 Clarke
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 IV.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 English
                 Church
                 under
                 the
                 Papacy
                 .
              
               
                 ALthough
                 Religion
                 from
                 the
                 time
                 this
                 Isle
              
               
                 Embrac'd
                 grace
                 first
                 ,
                 retain'd
                 not
                 all
                 this
                 while
              
               
                 Its
                 Prim
                 tive
                 splendour
                 ,
                 but
                 grew
                 more
                 obscure
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 superstitious
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 less
                 impure
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 in
                 those
                 Pristine
                 dayes
                 ,
                 the
                 peoples
                 crimes
              
               
                 Were
                 not
                 equivalent
                 to
                 after-times
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Church
                 now
                 being
                 in
                 the
                 desarts
                 hid
                 ,
              
               
                 Affraid
                 to
                 shew
                 her
                 face
                 ,
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 did
              
               
                 Raise
                 Bernard
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 more
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 T'
                 unmask
                 and
                 check
                 the
                 Antichristian
                 pride
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 superstitious
                 disordred
                 orders
              
               
                 Too
                 too
                 luxuriant
                 in
                 the
                 British
                 borders
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 which
                 the
                 Pope
                 and
                 his
                 adherents
                 urg'd
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 were
                 imprison'd
                 ,
                 hang'd
                 ,
                 and
                 burnt
                 ,
                 and
                 scourg'd
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 streets
                 ,
                 or
                 branded
                 in
                 the
                 sorehead
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 an
                 Heret'cal
                 character
                 :
                 O
                 horrid
              
               
                 Yet
                 many
                 did
                 most
                 readily
                 embrace
              
               
                 Their
                 Doctrine
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 meanes
                 of
                 grace
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 man
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
                 that
                 offspring
                 of
                 perdition
              
               
                 Renounc'd
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 wayes
                 of
                 superstition
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 still
                 preserv'd
                 a
                 Church
                 unto
                 his
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 Christs
                 time
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 time
                 that
                 Luther
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 John
                 Patrick
                 Engina
                 ,
                 
                 When
                 Alfred
                 reign'd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 Reader
                 in
                 Oxford
                 was
                 ordein'd
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 wrote
                 a
                 book
                 about
                 the
                 Sacrament
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 a
                 Martyrs
                 death
                 he
                 underwent
                 .
              
               
               
                 They
                 branded
                 in
                 the
                 face
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 banish'd
                 some
              
               
                 Divines
                 at
                 Oxford
                 ,
                 who
                 declam'd
                 '
                 gainst
                 Rome
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Arnold
                 there
                 they
                 butcher'd
                 ,
                 who
                 decry'd
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Priests
                 lewd
                 lives
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 Prelates
                 pride
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Henry's
                 reign
                 the
                 second
                 of
                 that
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Thirty
                 Waldenses
                 into
                 England
                 came
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Gerard
                 their
                 Pastor
                 ;
                 and
                 without
                 all
                 pity
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 whipped
                 publickly
                 through
                 Oxford
                 City
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 singing
                 all
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 
                   Blessed
                   are
                   yee
                
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 you
                 shall
                 hated
                 ,
                 and
                 misused
                 be
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 With
                 want
                 and
                 cold
                 ,
                 they
                 dy'd
                 ;
                 none
                 might
                 afford
              
               
                 Them
                 any
                 comfort
                 ,
                 nor
                 at
                 bed
                 nor
                 board
                 .
              
               
                 Gualdo
                 who
                 '
                 gainst
                 the
                 priests
                 invectives
                 wrote
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 also
                 Doctor
                 
                   Gilbert
                   Foliot
                
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Who
                 oft
                 blam'd
                 *
                 
                   Thomas
                   Becket
                
                 to
                 his
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 persecuted
                 much
                 :
                 to
                 them
                 a
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Sylvester
                   Gyrald
                
                 by
                 his
                 writings
                 tears
              
               
                 Such
                 Hornets
                 up
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 fall
                 about
                 his
                 ears
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 for
                 his
                 bitter
                 stile
              
               
                 Banish'd
                 by
                 †
                 Langton
                 ,
                 died
                 in
                 exile
                 .
              
               
                 Ashton
                 fellow
                 of
                 Merton
                 colledge
                 went
              
               
                 Into
                 perpetual
                 imprisonment
                 .
                 
              
               
                 One
                 William
                 Sawtre
                 ,
                 Thorp
                 ,
                 and
                 Swinder
                 by
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 sundry
                 more
                 Divines
                 condemn'd
                 ,
                 did
                 die
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 Christian
                 Banner
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 their
                 spirits
              
               
                 Pass'd
                 into
                 glory
                 through
                 Christ
                 Jesus
                 merits
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 because
                 my
                 Muse
                 finds
                 nothing
                 new
              
               
                 But
                 onely
                 Martyrs
                 names
                 ,
                 she
                 dids
                 adieu
              
               
                 At
                 present
                 ,
                 Reader
                 ,
                 but
                 intends
                 to
                 meet
              
               
                 Thy
                 serious
                 eye
                 within
                 another
                 sheet
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 English
                 Church
                 after
                 the
                 rising
                 of
                 Martin
                 Luther
                 .
              
               
                 THE
                 Christian
                 world
                 appear'd
                 not
                 very
                 clear
              
               
                 Until
                 the
                 fifteen
                 hundred
                 eighteenth
                 year
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherein
                 God
                 pleased
                 to
                 unbosome
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Art
                 of
                 Printing
                 being
                 brought
                 to
                 light
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 Which
                 furnished
                 the
                 Church
                 with
                 useful
                 books
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 them
                 to
                 discerne
                 Religions
                 looks
              
               
                 From
                 superstition
                 ,
                 (
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 mirrour
                 ;
                 )
              
               
                 Substantial
                 Truth
                 ,
                 from
                 counterfeited
                 errour
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 also
                 rais'd
                 up
                 sundry
                 men
                 of
                 parts
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 their
                 learning
                 and
                 ingenious
                 Arts
                 ,
              
               
                 Most
                 strenuously
                 opposed
                 Barbarism
                 ,
              
               
                 Truths
                 Sunshine
                 breaking
                 from
                 the
                 clouds
                 of
                 Schism
                 .
              
               
                 Picus
                 ,
                 and
                 Franciscus
                 Mirandula
                 ,
              
               
                 Laurentius
                 Valla
                 ,
                 Francis
                 Petrarcha
                 ,
              
               
                 Erasmus
                 ,
                 Doctor
                 Collet
                 ,
                 Wesalinus
              
               
                 Rhenanus
                 Grocinus
                 ,
                 and
                 Revelinus
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 Were
                 in
                 Gods
                 vineyard
                 faithful
                 labourers
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 
                   Martin
                   Luther
                
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 followers
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Gods
                 appointment
                 came
                 into
                 this
                 nation
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 work
                 his
                 Church
                 t'
                 a
                 fuller
                 Reformation
                 .
              
               
                 Six
                 persons
                 suff'red
                 death
                 at
                 Coventry
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Onely
                 for
                 teaching
                 of
                 their
                 family
              
               
                 The
                 Lords
                 pray'r
                 ,
                 ten
                 commandments
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 creed
                 ,
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 English
                 tongue
                 .
                 
                 Severity
                 indeed
                 !
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Thomas
                   Harding
                
                 ,
                 on
                 an
                 Easter
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 others
                 worship'd
                 Idols
                 ,
                 went
                 to
                 pray
              
               
               
                 Within
                 a
                 silent
                 grove
                 ;
                 where
                 apprehended
                 ,
              
               
                 Condemn'd
                 ,
                 and
                 burnt
                 ,
                 his
                 soul
                 to
                 heaven
                 ascended
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 
                   London
                   one
                   John
                   Raimond
                
                 was
                 abjur'd
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 Who
                 fifteen
                 hundred
                 Testaments
                 procur'd
              
               
                 Of
                 Antwerp
                 Print
                 ,
                 and
                 brought
                 five
                 hundred
                 over
              
               
                 Into
                 this
                 Isle
                 ,
                 the
                 darkness
                 to
                 discover
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Sigar
                   Nicholson
                
                 was
                 hung
                 up
                 by
              
               
                 The
                 ptivy
                 members
                 :
                 
                 and
                 the
                 reason
                 why
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 this
                 :
                 in
                 Cambridge
                 he
                 (
                 a
                 Stationer
                 )
              
               
                 Kep'd
                 in
                 his
                 house
                 some
                 works
                 ,
                 that
                 Luther's
                 were
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Thomas
                   Hitten
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Divine
                 in
                 Kent
                 ,
              
               
                 After
                 a
                 tedious
                 imprisonment
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Was
                 over
                 to
                 the
                 sec'lar
                 power
                 turn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 Town
                 of
                 Maidstone
                 burn'd
                 .
              
               
                 Cardinal
                 Woolsy
                 persecuted
                 sore
              
               
                 Bilny
                 ,
                 
                 Lome
                 ,
                 Garret
                 ,
                 Barnes
                 ,
                 
                   and
                   many
                   more
                
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 
                   Richard
                   Bayfield
                
                 ,
                 
                 was
                 from
                 Lollards
                 tower
              
               
                 Deliver'd
                 over
                 to
                 the
                 sec'lar
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 bound
                 at
                 stake
                 ;
                 when
                 with
                 the
                 flame
              
               
                 His
                 left
                 arm
                 burned
                 was
                 ,
                 he
                 rubb'd
                 the
                 same
              
               
                 With
                 his
                 right
                 hand
                 so
                 hard
                 ,
                 that
                 down
                 it
                 fell
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 pray'd
                 until
                 he
                 went
                 in
                 heaven
                 to
                 dwell
                 .
              
               
                 Edward
                 Freese
                 ,
                 Johnstone
                 ,
                 Wylie
                 ,
                 Father
                 Bates
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 shut
                 up
                 with
                 their
                 wives
                 in
                 Fulham
                 grates
                 ,
              
               
                 During
                 their
                 hard
                 imprisonment
                 ,
                 were
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 misery
                 indeed
                 !
                 with
                 saw-dust
                 bread
                 .
              
               
                 After
                 a
                 tedious
                 lying
                 in
                 the
                 stocks
                 ,
              
               
                 Thay
                 let
                 them
                 go
                 ,
                 but
                 clog'd
                 their
                 legs
                 with
                 locks
                 .
              
               
                 
                   James
                   Bainham
                
                 ,
                 when
                 half
                 burned
                 at
                 the
                 stake
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 effect
                 unto
                 the
                 Papists
                 spake
                 :
              
               
                 Behold
                 ,
                 ye
                 look
                 for
                 miracles
                 ;
                 and
                 here
              
               
                 A
                 miracle
                 indeed
                 ,
                 doth
                 now
                 appear
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 I
                 am
                 as
                 insensible
                 of
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 I
                 on
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 down
                 were
                 lain
                 ;
              
               
               
                 All
                 's
                 one
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 both
                 equally
                 do
                 please
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 t
                 is
                 a
                 Rosy
                 bed
                 ,
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 ease
                 !
              
               
                 
                   An
                   Idol
                   nam'd
                
                 The
                 Rood
                 of
                 Dover
                 Court
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Was
                 burnt
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 in
                 chains
                 were
                 hanged
                 for
                 't
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 suffer'd
                 
                   Andrew
                   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.
                 Da●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
                 blind
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 please
                 thee
                 ;
                 give
                 them
                 grace
                 to
                 minde
              
               
                 The
                 things
                 that
                 do
                 belong
                 unto
                 their
                 peace
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 their
                 day
                 ,
                 left
                 when
                 they
                 would
                 ,
                 they
                 cease
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 the
                 fancies
                 vain
                 of
                 sinful
                 men
              
               
                 Destain
                 thy
                 truth
                 :
                 Amen
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 Amen
                 .
              
               
               
                 She
                 brought
                 to
                 Smithfield
                 in
                 a
                 chair
                 ,
                 was
                 bound
              
               
                 To
                 th'stake
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 flames
                 besieged
                 round
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 slep'd
                 she
                 in
                 the
                 Lord
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 in
                 Gods
                 eyes
              
               
                 Became
                 an
                 acceptable
                 sacrifice
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 that
                 time
                 
                   Nicholas
                   Belerrian
                
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Shropshire
                 Min'ster
                 ;
                 and
                 a
                 Gentleman
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Lacels
                
                 ,
                 servant
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 ;
                 with
                 one
              
               
                 
                   John
                   Adams
                
                 Tailour
                 ,
                 burning
                 undergon
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 year
                 ,
                 Bishop
                 Gardiner
                 did
                 bring
              
               
                 Malicious
                 accusations
                 to
                 the
                 King
              
               
                 Against
                 Queen
                 
                   Kathrin
                   Parre
                
                 (
                 supposing
                 all
              
               
                 The
                 boughs
                 would
                 wither
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 stock
                 did
                 fall
                 )
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 she
                 gave
                 her
                 minde
                 (
                 which
                 was
                 unfit
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 read
                 and
                 meditate
                 on
                 Sacred
                 Writ
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 Chaplains
                 kept
                 seditions
                 to
                 rear
                 ,
              
               
                 None
                 b'ing
                 deny'd
                 the
                 priviledge
                 to
                 hear
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 also
                 ,
                 that
                 her
                 heart
                 was
                 fully
                 bent
              
               
                 To
                 spurn
                 against
                 the
                 present
                 government
                 :
              
               
                 Her
                 life
                 was
                 dangerous
                 :
                 nor
                 could
                 he
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 nourish'd
                 such
                 a
                 Viper
                 in
                 his
                 brest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Kings
                 love
                 turn'd
                 to
                 hate
                 ;
                 and
                 now
                 the
                 Queen
              
               
                 Must
                 die
                 the
                 death
                 :
                 but
                 Prov'dence
                 stept
                 between
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 plot
                 's
                 found
                 out
                 ;
                 she
                 wisely
                 did
                 behave
                 her
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 receiv'd
                 her
                 to
                 his
                 wonted
                 favour
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 also
                 Sir
                 
                   George
                   Blake
                
                 condemned
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 casting
                 out
                 some
                 words
                 against
                 the
                 Mass
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 pardon
                 's
                 granted
                 him
                 ;
                 after
                 which
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 being
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 said
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 Ah
                 my
                 Pig
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 so
              
               
                 He
                 us'd
                 to
                 call
                 him
                 :
                 )
                 yea
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 not
                 your
                 Majesty
                 been
                 more
                 enclin'd
              
               
                 To
                 save
                 my
                 life
                 ,
                 (
                 such
                 was
                 your
                 Royal
                 minde
                 )
              
               
                 Then
                 were
                 your
                 Bishops
                 to
                 reak
                 out
                 their
                 teen
                 ;
              
               
                 Your
                 Pig
                 ,
                 I
                 'm
                 sure
                 ,
                 e're
                 this
                 had
                 rosted
                 been
                 .
              
               
               
                 Streight
                 after
                 ,
                 Winchester
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 complices
              
               
                 (
                 Sworn
                 foes
                 to
                 Vertues
                 ,
                 and
                 fast
                 friends
                 to
                 Vices
                 )
              
               
                 Set
                 forth
                 in
                 the
                 Kings
                 name
                 ,
                 a
                 Proclamation
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 the
                 English
                 Bibles
                 in
                 the
                 Nation
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 Books
                 which
                 yielded
                 any
                 light
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 should
                 be
                 abolish'd
                 quite
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 done
                 ,
                 said
                 they
                 ,
                 So
                 ,
                 now
                 the
                 Gospels
                 lain
              
               
                 So
                 low
                 that
                 it
                 shall
                 never
                 rise
                 again
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 greater
                 terrour
                 ,
                 strict
                 inquest
              
               
                 They
                 made
                 for
                 those
                 that
                 verity
                 profest
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 many
                 pricked
                 down
                 the
                 names
                 ;
                 of
                 whom
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 some
                 expelled
                 ,
                 and
                 imprison'd
                 some
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 these
                 varlots
                 did
                 in
                 no
                 wise
                 doubt
              
               
                 The
                 bringing
                 of
                 their
                 wicked
                 ends
                 about
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 careth
                 for
                 his
                 truth
                 ,
                 and
                 those
              
               
                 That
                 countenanc'd
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 dispers'd
                 their
                 foes
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 midst
                 their
                 vain
                 projects
                 the
                 King
                 was
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 him
                 all
                 their
                 hopes
                 were
                 buried
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 Duke
                 of
                 Somerset
                 in
                 the
                 Reign
                 of
                 King
                 Edward
                 the
                 sixth
              
               
                 NOW
                 when
                 King
                 Henery
                 the
                 eighth
                 was
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 son
                 Prince
                 Edward
                 reigned
                 in
                 his
                 stead
                 ;
              
               
                 During
                 whose
                 happy
                 reign
                 Religion
                 flourish'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Pop'ry
                 decar'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 God
                 was
                 nourish'd
              
               
                 With
                 the
                 full
                 breasts
                 of
                 Peace
                 ,
                 the
                 Gospel
                 spred
              
               
                 And
                 superstition
                 was
                 abolished
                 :
              
               
                 Onely
                 the
                 Godly
                 Duke
                 of
                 Somerset
              
               
                 With
                 Persecutions
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 troubles
                 met
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Some
                 of
                 the
                 Nobles
                 lab'ring
                 most
                 of
                 all
              
               
                 To
                 raise
                 themselves
                 upon
                 his
                 suddain
                 fall
                 .
              
               
                 Edward
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Thomas
                   Seymer
                
                 were
                 ally'd
              
               
                 Unto
                 King
                 Edward
                 ,
                 by
                 his
                 mothers
                 side
                 ;
              
               
                 Edward
                 the
                 eldest
                 (
                 fit
                 to
                 guide
                 the
                 Helm
                 )
              
               
                 Was
                 made
                 Protector
                 of
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 and
                 Realm
                 :
              
               
                 Thomas
                 the
                 second
                 ,
                 of
                 this
                 British
                 Isle
              
               
                 Was
                 chosen
                 Lord
                 high
                 Admiral
                 ;
                 the
                 while
              
               
                 These
                 brethren
                 joyned
                 in
                 fraternal
                 love
                 ,
              
               
                 Nothing
                 fell
                 out
                 amiss
                 ;
                 but
                 when
                 they
                 strove
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Spur'd
                 on
                 by
                 make-bates
                 )
                 unto
                 one
                 another
              
               
                 They
                 prov'd
                 destructive
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 younger
                 brother
              
               
                 Attainted
                 ,
                 was
                 condemn'd
                 ,
                 and
                 lost
                 his
                 head
              
               
                 On
                 Tower-hill
                 :
                 
                 hence
                 insurrections
                 bred
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lords
                 ,
                 at
                 London
                 privily
                 conjur'd
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Lord
                 Protector
                 ,
                 and
                 immur'd
              
               
                 Him
                 once
                 ,
                 nay
                 twice
                 ,
                 yea
                 thrice
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 short
                 season
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 charged
                 him
                 with
                 Felony
                 ,
                 and
                 Treason
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 to
                 the
                 Tow'r
                 -
                 hill
                 brought
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 commended
              
               
                 His
                 soul
                 to
                 God
                 ;
                 his
                 prayers
                 being
                 ended
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 rose
                 from
                 off
                 his
                 knees
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 a
                 man
              
               
                 Couragiously
                 bold
                 ,
                 he
                 thus
                 began
                 :
              
               
                 Dearly
                 beloved
                 friends
                 ,
                 Lo
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 here
              
               
                 To
                 suffer
                 death
                 ,
                 though
                 (
                 God
                 knows
                 )
                 I
                 am
                 clear
              
               
                 From
                 thinking
                 ,
                 speaking
                 ,
                 or
                 from
                 acting
                 ought
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 in
                 word
                 ,
                 in
                 deed
                 ,
                 or
                 thought
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 alwayes
                 to
                 this
                 Realm
                 have
                 born
                 a
                 brest
              
               
                 As
                 faithful
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 loyal
                 as
                 the
                 best
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 in
                 obedience
                 to
                 the
                 Laws
                 command
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 here
                 as
                 a
                 condemned
                 person
                 stand
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 praise
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 for
                 his
                 abundant
                 grace
              
               
                 In
                 giving
                 unto
                 me
                 both
                 time
                 and
                 space
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 might
                 have
                 justly
                 took
                 away
                 my
                 breath
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 he
                 so
                 pleased
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 sudden
                 death
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Now
                 as
                 for
                 the
                 Religion
                 which
                 I
              
               
                 During
                 the
                 time
                 of
                 my
                 Authority
              
               
                 Maintain'd
                 to
                 my
                 power
                 ,
                 nor
                 do
                 I
                 now
              
               
                 Repent
                 of
                 what
                 I
                 did
                 ,
                 but
                 both
                 to
                 you
              
               
                 And
                 me
                 agnize
                 it
                 as
                 a
                 favour
                 great
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 do
                 you
                 all
                 most
                 heartily
                 entreat
              
               
                 To
                 joyfully
                 receiv't
                 ,
                 and
                 set
                 it
                 forth
              
               
                 In
                 your
                 lives
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 thing
                 of
                 unknown
                 worth
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 studiously
                 to
                 do
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 neglect
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 misery
                 I
                 fear
                 you
                 may
                 expect
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 words
                 no
                 sooner
                 out
                 ,
                 a
                 sudden
                 sound
              
               
                 As
                 terrible
                 as
                 thunder
                 ,
                 did
                 confound
              
               
                 The
                 people
                 so
                 ,
                 that
                 some
                 fell
                 down
                 through
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 this
                 some
                 that
                 way
                 run
                 ,
                 but
                 none
                 knew
                 where
              
               
                 
                   Anthony
                   Brown
                
                 Knight
                 came
                 ;
                 that
                 he
                 did
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 crowd
                 suppos'd
                 ,
                 a
                 pardon
                 from
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 a
                 shout
                 arose
                 :
                 but
                 the
                 good
                 Duke
              
               
                 Did
                 gravely
                 with
                 his
                 beck'ning
                 hand
                 rebuke
              
               
                 The
                 clam'rous
                 throng
                 .
                 And
                 silence
                 being
                 gain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 said
                 ,
                 Dear
                 friends
                 ,
                 Pardon
                 is
                 not
                 obtain'd
              
               
                 As
                 you
                 conceive
                 ;
                 God
                 otherwise
                 is
                 bent
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 will
                 be
                 done
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 must
                 be
                 content
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 's
                 joyn
                 in
                 prayer
                 ,
                 that
                 safety
                 may
                 pursue
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 ,
                 t'
                 whom
                 loyal
                 I
                 have
                 bin
                 .
                 'T
                 is
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 people
                 cryed
                 out
                 .
                 O
                 heaven
                 bless
              
               
                 His
                 Highness
                 with
                 all
                 health
                 and
                 happiness
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 wish
                 his
                 Counc'llours
                 grace
                 to
                 rule
                 ,
                 and
                 then
              
               
                 You
                 all
                 obedient
                 hearts
                 :
                 all
                 said
                 ,
                 Amen
              
               
                 I
                 ask
                 forgiveness
                 if
                 I
                 wronged
                 any
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 remit
                 my
                 sins
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 are
                 many
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 my
                 foes
                 ,
                 I
                 freely
                 them
                 forgive
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 Christ
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 in
                 whom
                 I
                 hope
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 Farewel
                 ,
                 farewel
                 ,
                 he
                 lay
                 him
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 spoke
              
               
                 Christ
                 save
                 me
                 ,
                 
                 thrice
                 :
                 the
                 hangman
                 gave
                 the
                 stroke
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Persecution
                 of
                 the
                 English
                 Church
                 under
                 the
                 Reign
                 of
                 Queen
                 Mary
                 .
              
               
                 
                   EDWARD
                   the
                   sixth
                   (
                   
                     Englands
                     Josiah
                  
                   )
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lady
                   
                     Jane
                     Grey
                  
                   was
                   crowned
                   in
                   his
                   stead
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Lady
                   Mary
                   ,
                   having
                   heard
                   the
                   news
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sent
                   to
                   the
                   Lordly
                   Councel
                   for
                   to
                   chuse
                
                 
                   Her
                   to
                   be
                   Queen
                   :
                   and
                   if
                   they
                   did
                   withstand
                
                 
                   The
                   execution
                   of
                   her
                   just
                   command
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   force
                   of
                   arms
                   she
                   threatned
                   to
                   regain
                
                 
                   Her
                   wronged
                   right
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   defrauded
                   reign
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Lords
                   return'd
                   this
                   answer
                   ,
                   There
                   was
                   none
                
                 
                   Had
                   such
                   just
                   right
                   and
                   title
                   to
                   the
                   Crown
                
                 
                   As
                   Lady
                   Jane
                   :
                   the
                   ancient
                   Laws
                   allow
                
                 
                   It
                   hers
                   ,
                   and
                   place
                   it
                   on
                   her
                   Princely
                   brow
                   ;
                
                 
                   'T
                   was
                   hers
                   by
                   Letters
                   patent
                   from
                   the
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   made
                   Authentick
                   with
                   his
                   Royal
                   Ring
                
                 
                   Before
                   his
                   death
                   ;
                   and
                   since
                   she
                   was
                   invested
                
                 
                   As
                   an
                   apparent
                   heiress
                   ,
                   all
                   protested
                
                 
                   Adherence
                   to
                   her
                   and
                   no
                   Queen
                   beside
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Lady
                   Mary
                   to
                   rest
                   satisfiy'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Request
                   they
                   did
                   ,
                   entreating
                   her
                   to
                   cease
                
                 
                   By
                   new
                   pretences
                   to
                   molest
                   the
                   peace
                
                 
                   The
                   quiet
                   Realm
                   enjoy'd
                   ;
                   promising
                   her
                
                 
                   They
                   would
                   be
                   nothing
                   wanting
                   to
                   prefer
                
                 
                   Her
                   next
                   the
                   Queen
                   :
                   if
                   possibly
                   they
                   could
                
                 
                   Serve
                   her
                   in
                   any
                   other
                   thing
                   ,
                   they
                   would
                   ,
                
                 
                   Provided
                   that
                   she
                   did
                   her self
                   so
                   carry
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   fits
                   a
                   duteous
                   Subject
                   ,
                   Lady
                   Mary
                
                 
                 
                   Having
                   receiv'd
                   this
                   answer
                   ,
                   heavy
                   hearted
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   out
                   the
                   City's
                   circuit
                   streight
                   departed
                   .
                
                 
                   Hereat
                   the
                   Councel
                   did
                   set
                   out
                   a
                   band
                
                 
                   Of
                   armed
                   souldiers
                   under
                   the
                   command
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   Northumbrian
                   Duke
                   :
                   Mary
                   withdrew
                   her
                
                 
                   Self
                   into
                   Suffolk
                   ,
                   many
                   flocking
                   to
                   her
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   while
                   she
                   in
                   Fermingham
                   Castle
                   staid
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   Suffolk
                   freely
                   proff'red
                   her
                   their
                   aid
                
                 
                   And
                   best
                   assistance
                   to
                   procure
                   her
                   Reign
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   Provisoe
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   would
                   maintain
                
                 
                   Religion
                   established
                   of
                   late
                
                 
                   By
                   her
                   good
                   brother
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   broach
                   debate
                
                 
                   Amongst
                   her
                   Subjects
                   ,
                   nor
                   foment
                   the
                   seed
                
                 
                   Of
                   war
                   :
                   to
                   this
                   she
                   easily
                   agreed
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   did
                   to
                   God
                   so
                   solemnly
                   protest
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   no
                   man
                   could
                   suspect
                   her
                   in
                   the
                   least
                   :
                
                 
                   Now
                   with
                   this
                   power
                   ,
                   of
                   those
                   Godly
                   men
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   vanquished
                   her
                   foes
                   ;
                   yet
                   after
                   when
                
                 
                   The
                   self-same
                   party
                   spplication
                   made
                
                 
                   Unto
                   her
                   Grace
                   ,
                   to
                   do
                   ,
                   as
                   she
                   had
                   said
                   :
                
                 
                   She
                   answer'd
                   ,
                   Forasmuch
                   as
                   you
                   that
                   are
                
                 
                   But
                   members
                   arrogantly
                   seek
                   to
                   bear
                
                 
                   Rule
                   o're
                   your
                   head
                   ,
                   I
                   fear
                   me
                   to
                   your
                   cost
                
                 
                   You
                   'l
                   once
                   know
                   what
                   it
                   was
                   to
                   rule
                   the
                   rost
                   ;
                
                 
                   By
                   sad
                   experience
                   you
                   shall
                   find
                   one
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Subjects
                   may
                   not
                   rule
                   ,
                   but
                   must
                   obey
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   in
                   the
                   Pill'ry
                   famous
                   Mr.
                   Dobbe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Exposed
                   was
                   to
                   many
                   a
                   bitter
                   bobbe
                   ;
                
                 
                   Some
                   others
                   for
                   presenting
                   that
                   request
                
                 
                   Were
                   laid
                   up
                   fast
                   to
                   terrifie
                   the
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Marches
                   of
                   the
                   Duke
                   not
                   over-long
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Lady
                   by
                   his
                   ling'ring
                   grew
                   more
                   strong
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   the
                   London
                   Councel
                   having
                   heard
                
                 
                   How
                   much
                   the
                   Commons
                   for
                   her
                   aid
                   appear'd
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   that
                   some
                   of
                   the
                   Nobles
                   too
                   ,
                   did
                   lean
                
                 
                   That
                   way
                   ,
                   they
                   presently
                   proclaim'd
                   her
                   Queen
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Gen'ral
                   by
                   his
                   souldiers
                   forsook
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Cambridge
                   left
                   almost
                   alone
                   ,
                   was
                   took
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   brought
                   to
                   London-Tower
                   ;
                   in
                   a
                   short
                   season
                
                 
                   On
                   Tower-hill
                   he
                   lost
                   his
                   head
                   for
                   treason
                   .
                
                 
                   After
                   his
                   condemnation
                   he
                   was
                
                 
                   Promis'd
                   his
                   life
                   ,
                   if
                   he
                   would
                   go
                   to
                   Mass
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   he
                   assented
                   to
                   ,
                   his
                   words
                   regrest
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   he
                   had
                   so
                   formerly
                   profess'd
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   to
                   the
                   Cath'lick
                   cause
                   the
                   people
                   led
                
                 
                   To
                   th'papists
                   great
                   joy
                   :
                   yet
                   did
                   he
                   lose
                   his
                   head
                   .
                
                 
                   Queen
                   Mary
                   thus
                   possessed
                   of
                   the
                   crown
                   ,
                
                 
                   Began
                   the
                   pure
                   Religion
                   to
                   disown
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   soon
                   appear'd
                   ,
                   by
                   her
                   displacing
                   all
                
                 
                   The
                   godly
                   Bishops
                   ;
                   
                     Ridly
                     ,
                     Coverdale
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Poinet
                   ,
                   Hooper
                   and
                   Scory
                   ,
                   Gardiner
                
                 
                   Set
                   free
                   ,
                   was
                   made
                   Bishop
                   of
                   Winchester
                   ,
                
                 
                   Also
                   Lord
                   Chancellour
                   of
                   
                     England
                     .
                     Bonner
                  
                
                 
                   Too
                   undeservedly
                   attain'd
                   the
                   honour
                
                 
                   Of
                   being
                   London's
                   Bishop
                   .
                   To
                   the
                   Fleet
                
                 
                   Was
                   Mr.
                   Hooper
                   manded
                   (
                   O
                   unmeet
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   see
                   the
                   Queen
                   good
                   Doct
                   or
                   Ridly
                   went
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   on
                   a
                   lame
                   Jade
                   to
                   the
                   Tow'r
                   was
                   sent
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Parliament
                   was
                   call'd
                   ,
                   a
                   Proclamation
                
                 
                   Forthwith
                   the
                   Queen
                   set
                   forth
                   throughout
                   the
                   nation
                   ;
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   she
                   shew'd
                   ,
                   She
                   could
                   by
                   no
                   means
                   brook
                
                 
                   To
                   smother
                   that
                   Religion
                   which
                   she
                   took
                
                 
                   In
                   with
                   her
                   Infant-milk
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   her
                   power
                
                 
                   Meant
                   to
                   observe
                   until
                   her
                   latest
                   hour
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wishing
                   that
                   all
                   her
                   Subjects
                   (
                   which
                   would
                   sleep
                
                 
                   Secure
                   in
                   their
                   whole
                   skin
                   )
                   the
                   same
                   might
                   keep
                   :
                
                 
                   She
                   also
                   did
                   declare
                   ,
                   whereas
                   there
                   were
                
                 
                   Evil-disposed
                   persons
                   ,
                   who
                   did
                   dare
                
                 
                 
                   To
                   preach
                   God's
                   word
                   misled
                   by
                   their
                   own
                   brain
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   therefore
                   did
                   by
                   strict
                   command
                   ordain
                
                 
                   Such
                   should
                   not
                   henceforth
                   preach
                   (
                   as
                   held
                   unfit
                   )
                
                 
                   Read
                   or
                   interpret
                   any
                   Sacred
                   Writ
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   other
                   points
                   Religion
                   concern'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   Print
                   Books
                   by
                   the
                   which
                   it
                   might
                   be
                   learn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Without
                   a
                   special
                   licence
                   from
                   the
                   Queen
                
                 
                   On
                   pain
                   of
                   stirring
                   up
                   her
                   Highness
                   spleen
                   ;
                
                 
                   Requiring
                   all
                   her
                   Officers
                   to
                   see
                
                 
                   Her
                   will
                   and
                   pleasure
                   executed
                   be
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   herein
                   any
                   wilfully
                   offend
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   authoriz'd
                   them
                   ,
                   them
                   to
                   apprehend
                
                 
                   And
                   send
                   them
                   forthwith
                   to
                   the
                   neighb'ring
                   gaol
                   ,
                
                 
                   Without
                   admitting
                   Mani-prize
                   ,
                   or
                   bail
                   ;
                
                 
                   Till
                   for
                   their
                   punishment
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   example
                
                 
                   Of
                   others
                   ,
                   Orders
                   be
                   procur'd
                   more
                   ample
                   .
                
                 
                   Also
                   the
                   London
                   -
                   Aldermen
                   were
                   will'd
                
                 
                   To
                   send
                   for
                   all
                   the
                   Ministers
                   which
                   fill'd
                
                 
                   The
                   streight'ned
                   Wards
                   ,
                   and
                   silence
                   them
                   on
                   pain
                
                 
                   Of
                   death
                   ,
                   commanding
                   them
                   that
                   none
                   explain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   preach
                   ,
                   or
                   read
                   the
                   Scripture
                   in
                   their
                   stead
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   such
                   as
                   by
                   the
                   Queen
                   were
                   licensed
                   .
                   
                
                 
                   One
                   William
                   Rutler
                   ,
                   Humphry
                   Palden
                   ,
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   must
                   to
                   prison
                   ,
                   this
                   to
                   th'Counter
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   speaking
                   but
                   against
                   what
                   was
                   express'd
                
                 
                   At
                   Paul's
                   -
                   Cross
                   by
                   one
                   Bourn
                   ,
                   a
                   Popish
                   Priest
                   .
                
                 
                   Good
                   Mr.
                   Rogers
                   was
                   t'
                   his
                   house
                   confin'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   
                     Bradford
                     ,
                     Vernon
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   Beacon
                   ,
                   were
                   assign'd
                
                 
                   Close
                   pris'ners
                   in
                   the
                   Tower.
                   Then
                   did
                   they
                   send
                
                 
                   For
                   Coverdale
                   ,
                   and
                   Hooper
                   to
                   attend
                
                 
                   The
                   Councel
                   ;
                   and
                   for
                   Newgate
                   they
                   allot
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Melvine
                  
                   a
                   Divine
                   ,
                   by
                   birth
                   a
                   Scot.
                
                 
                   Mr.
                   
                     Hugh
                     Latimer
                  
                   was
                   sent
                   to
                   th'
                   Tower
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   was
                   Dr.
                   Cranmer
                   by
                   this
                   power
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Mr.
                   Simonds
                   ,
                   Sanders
                   ,
                   Horn
                   ,
                   Durhams
                   Dean
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   summon'd
                   to
                   appear
                   before
                   the
                   Queen
                   .
                
                 
                   Soon
                   after
                   this
                   ,
                   the
                   Parliament
                   began
                   ;
                
                 
                   Where
                   Mr.
                   Harly
                   ,
                   a
                   judicious
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bishop
                   of
                   Hereford
                   ,
                   degraded
                   was
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   marrying
                   a
                   wife
                   ,
                   and
                   shunning
                   Mass
                   .
                
                 
                   Sir
                   
                     James
                     Hales
                  
                   Justice
                   of
                   the
                   Common-Plea
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   charge
                   against
                   the
                   Popes
                   supremacie
                
                 
                   Producing
                   Statutes
                   ,
                   &c.
                   into
                   prison
                   cast
                
                 
                   Was
                   there
                   so
                   roughly
                   dealt
                   with
                   ,
                   that
                   at
                   last
                
                 
                   Recant
                   he
                   did
                   ;
                   but
                   (
                   O
                   dire
                   consequence
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   He
                   felt
                   the
                   terrours
                   of
                   his
                   conscience
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   his
                   own
                   executioner
                   had
                   been
                   ,
                
                 
                   Had
                   not
                   God's
                   special
                   goodness
                   step'd
                   between
                
                 
                   The
                   knife
                   and
                   him
                   .
                   From
                   prison
                   he
                   releas'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   His
                   self-made
                   wounds
                   recur'd
                   )
                   no
                   inward
                   rest
                
                 
                   Enjoy'd
                   at
                   home
                   :
                   so
                   having
                   made
                   his
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   drown'd
                   himself
                   ,
                   and
                   's
                   end
                   began
                   his
                   ill
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   the
                   same
                   time
                   ,
                   for
                   their
                   dis-approbation
                
                 
                   Of
                   a
                   presented
                   Bill
                   ,
                   the
                   Convocation
                
                 
                   By
                   Bonner
                   was
                   dissolv'd
                   :
                   From
                   Coventry
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   For
                   their
                   oppugning
                   of
                   Idolatry
                   )
                
                 
                   Baldwin
                   ,
                   Clark
                   ,
                   Careless
                   ,
                   Willcocks
                   ,
                   
                     all
                     in
                     hast
                  
                
                 
                   Sent
                   up
                   to
                   London
                   by
                   the
                   Mayor
                   ,
                   lay
                   fast
                   .
                
                 
                   Bishops
                   imprison'd
                   were
                   ,
                   Archdeacons
                   ,
                   Deans
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   Beneficed
                   men
                   ,
                   put
                   by
                   their
                   means
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   closely
                   to
                   the
                   truth
                   reveal'd
                   adher'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   Popish
                   Parsons
                   ,
                   in
                   their
                   roomes
                   prefer'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Too
                   bad
                   supplies
                   .
                   )
                   within
                   a
                   little
                   season
                   ,
                
                 
                   Archbishop
                   Cranmer
                   ,
                   for
                   no
                   less
                   then
                   Treason
                
                 
                   At
                   Guild
                   -
                   Hall
                   was
                   araing'd
                   ;
                   clear'd
                   of
                   that
                   charge
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   's
                   heresy
                   he
                   might
                   not
                   live
                   at
                   large
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   
                     Thomas
                     Wotton
                  
                   an
                   Esquire
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   Doctor
                   Crome
                   did
                   in
                   the
                   Fleet
                   retire
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Now
                   Hymen
                   went
                   to
                   joyn
                   with
                   Nuptial
                   bands
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iberian
                   Philip's
                   ,
                   and
                   Queen
                   Maries
                   hands
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   the
                   Nobles
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   vulgar
                   sort
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   very
                   well
                   resented
                   this
                   report
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Duke
                   of
                   Suffolk
                   ,
                   labour'd
                   to
                   prevent
                
                 
                   The
                   match
                   :
                   Sir
                   
                     Thomas
                     as
                     Wyat
                  
                   rais'd
                   in
                   Kent
                
                 
                   Some
                   sorces
                   to
                   oppose
                   it
                   ;
                   for
                   he
                   fear'd
                
                 
                   The
                   Realm
                   would
                   be
                   enslav'd
                   ,
                   and
                   Popery
                   rear'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Wyat
                   for
                   London
                   march'd
                   :
                   Queen
                   Mary
                   then
                
                 
                   At
                   Guild
                   -
                   Hall
                   stirred
                   up
                   the
                   City-men
                   .
                
                 
                   Wyat
                   came
                   into
                   Southwark
                   ;
                   having
                   found
                
                 
                   Entrance
                   block'd
                   up
                   ,
                   he
                   went
                   by
                   Kingstone
                   round
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   faced
                   Lud-gate
                   ,
                   which
                   to
                   entertain
                
                 
                   Such
                   guests
                   refusing
                   ,
                   he
                   return'd
                   again
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   having
                   got
                   the
                   worst
                   at
                   Temple-Bar
                   ,
                
                 
                   Became
                   Sir
                   
                     Clement
                     Parson's
                  
                   prisoner
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   sent
                   him
                   to
                   the
                   Tow'r
                   :
                   on
                   
                   Tower-Hill
                
                 
                   He
                   and
                   the
                   Lady
                   Jane
                   ,
                   
                   their
                   dayes
                   fulfill
                   .
                
                 
                   Bonner
                   did
                   in
                   his
                   Diocess
                   disperse
                
                 
                   Injunctions
                   to
                   all
                   the
                   Ministers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   they
                   were
                   required
                   to
                   give
                   in
                
                 
                   The
                   names
                   of
                   all
                   whoever
                   were
                   agin
                
                 
                   Auricular
                   confession
                   ,
                   the
                   next
                   Lent
                
                 
                   Encroaching
                   on
                   .
                   Queen
                   Mary
                   also
                   sent
                
                 
                   To
                   Bonner
                   ,
                   Articles
                   ,
                   commanding
                   streight
                
                 
                   The
                   Church-Laws
                   made
                   by
                   Henery
                   the
                   eight
                
                 
                   Should
                   be
                   in
                   force
                   ;
                   that
                   heresy
                   abhor'd
                
                 
                   Should
                   fall
                   ,
                   the
                   Popes
                   supremacy
                   restor'd
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   Ministers
                   which
                   did
                   lead
                   marri'd
                   lives
                
                 
                   Should
                   be
                   divorced
                   from
                   (
                   themselves
                   )
                   their
                   wives
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   processions
                   should
                   be
                   said
                   ,
                   or
                   sung
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   that
                   time
                   forward
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   Latin
                   tongue
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   John
                   a
                   Lasco
                   ,
                   Peter
                   Martyr
                   ,
                   
                     and
                     more
                  
                
                 
                   Protestant
                   forr'ners
                   ,
                   were
                   exil'd
                   this
                   shore
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   many
                   godly-minded
                   English
                   fly
                
                 
                   To
                   Friez
                   land
                   ,
                   Cleav●land
                   ,
                   Basil
                   ,
                   Germany
                   ;
                
                 
                   Where
                   through
                   God's
                   mercy
                   they
                   were
                   kept
                   from
                   dangers
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   found
                   favor
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   eyes
                   of
                   strangers
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   number
                   of
                   these
                   Peregrines
                   encreas'd
                
                 
                   Unto
                   eight
                   hundred
                   persons
                   ,
                   at
                   the
                   least
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   to
                   the
                   Tower
                   Lady
                   Elizabeth
                
                 
                   Was
                   sent
                   ,
                   and
                   bore
                   afflictions
                   worse
                   then
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                   Latimer
                   ,
                   Cranmer
                   ,
                   Ridly
                   ,
                   
                     Bishops
                     ,
                     spent
                  
                
                 
                   Much
                   time
                   at
                   Oxford
                   in
                   imprisonment
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   Sanders
                   crying
                   down
                   the
                   Mass
                   ,
                
                 
                   Became
                   close
                   pris'ner
                   .
                   Doctor
                   Tailour
                   was
                
                 
                   To
                   London
                   sent
                   for
                   up
                   .
                   Henry
                   Lord
                   Gray
                
                 
                   Of
                   Suffolk
                   Duke
                   ,
                   condemn'd
                   ,
                   was
                   brought
                   to
                   pay
                
                 
                   His
                   sought
                   for
                   life
                   ;
                   where
                   having
                   open
                   broke
                
                 
                   His
                   sealed
                   lips
                   ,
                   he
                   to
                   the
                   people
                   spoke
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   displeas'd
                   the
                   Queen
                   ,
                   contrair'd
                   her
                   Laws
                   ,
                
                 
                   Take
                   notice
                   Christians
                   ,
                   that
                   's
                   the
                   onely
                   cause
                
                 
                   I
                   suffer
                   so
                   :
                   and
                   seeing
                   they
                   are
                   bent
                
                 
                   T'
                   a
                   bridge
                   my
                   fleeting
                   dayes
                   ,
                   I
                   am
                   content
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   do
                   beseech
                   you
                   all
                   ,
                   bear
                   me
                   record
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   die
                   in
                   the
                   true
                   faith
                   of
                   Christ
                   ,
                   my
                   Lord
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   for
                   salvation
                   on
                   his
                   merits
                   rely
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   on
                   inefficacious
                   trumpery
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   me
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   true
                   penitents
                   beside
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   in
                   him
                   stead
                   fastly
                   believe
                   ,
                   Christ
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Repent
                   I
                   do
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                   desire
                   you
                   all
                
                 
                   To
                   pray
                   for
                   me
                   ,
                   that
                   when
                   my
                   body
                   shall
                
                 
                   Resigne
                   its
                   breath
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                   be
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   take
                
                 
                   My
                   soul
                   unto
                   himself
                   ,
                   for
                   Christ
                   his
                   sake
                   .
                
                 
                   Forgive
                   me
                   yee
                   ,
                   whom
                   I
                   offended
                   have
                   .
                
                 
                   Saies
                   Dr.
                   Weston
                   then
                   ,
                   As
                   he
                   doth
                   crave
                
                 
                   The
                   Queen
                   hath
                   done
                   :
                   him
                   thus
                   the
                   throng
                   rebuke
                   ,
                
                 
                   God
                   send
                   thee
                   such
                   forgiveness
                   .
                   So
                   the
                   Duke
                
                 
                 
                   Kneel'd
                   down
                   and
                   prai'd
                   ,
                   concluding
                   ,
                   I
                   resigne
                
                 
                   My
                   soul
                   (
                   O
                   Lord
                   )
                   into
                   those
                   hands
                   of
                   thine
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   made
                   he
                   preparation
                   to
                   embrace
                
                 
                   The
                   bloody
                   blow
                   ;
                   and
                   having
                   veil'd
                   his
                   face
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   own
                   handkerchief
                   ,
                   he
                   kneeling
                   said
                
                 
                   The
                   Lords
                   pray'r
                   over
                   ,
                   down
                   his
                   head
                   he
                   laid
                
                 
                   Venting
                   these
                   latest
                   words
                   ,
                   Christ
                   look
                   upon
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   Have
                   mercy
                   ,
                   Jesus
                   ,
                   O
                   have
                   mercy
                   on
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   the
                   stroke
                   was
                   fetch'd
                   ,
                   he
                   being
                   cast
                
                 
                   At
                   the
                   black
                   bar
                   of
                   death
                   ,
                   breath'd
                   out
                   his
                   last
                   .
                
                 
                   Divers
                   of
                   all
                   degrees
                   ,
                   who
                   bought
                   or
                   sold
                
                 
                   Some
                   good
                   religious
                   books
                   ,
                   were
                   kep'd
                   in
                   hold
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   Bonner
                   past
                   his
                   Visitation
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   charg'd
                   all
                   Sacred
                   sentences
                   upon
                
                 
                   The
                   Church-walls
                   painted
                   should
                   be
                   washed
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Visitors
                   he
                   also
                   sent
                   about
                
                 
                   The
                   Universities
                   ,
                   to
                   bring
                   therein
                
                 
                   All
                   Popish
                   trash
                   :
                   to
                   turn
                   out
                   they
                   begin
                
                 
                   The
                   ablest
                   men
                   :
                   some
                   of
                   themselves
                   forsook
                
                 
                   Their
                   fellowships
                   ,
                   while
                   worth-less
                   persons
                   took
                
                 
                   Their
                   places
                   up
                   ,
                   to
                   the
                   great
                   hinderance
                
                 
                   Of
                   learning
                   ,
                   and
                   religions
                   advance
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   't
                   was
                   bruited
                   over
                   all
                   the
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Queen
                   went
                   quick
                   with
                   child
                   :
                   upon
                   command
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thanks
                   were
                   returned
                   to
                   Almighty
                   God
                
                 
                   In
                   ev'ry
                   Church
                   ,
                   and
                   after
                   ,
                   all
                   abroad
                
                 
                   Prayers
                   were
                   made
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   might
                   have
                   e're
                   long
                
                 
                   A
                   male
                   child
                   ,
                   fair
                   ,
                   wise
                   ,
                   valiant
                   ,
                   and
                   strong
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Godly
                   Min'sters
                   before
                   Winchester
                
                 
                   In
                   and
                   about
                   the
                   City
                   must
                   appear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   ask'd
                   them
                   ,
                   If
                   they
                   would
                   recant
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                
                 
                   Have
                   pardon
                   from
                   the
                   Queen
                   ?
                   All
                   answer'd
                   ,
                   No
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   all
                   of
                   them
                   unan'mously
                   agreed
                
                 
                   To
                   stand
                   to
                   what
                   they
                   taught
                   :
                   the
                   Bishop's
                   speed
                
                 
                 
                   Made
                   them
                   close
                   prisoners
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   divorce
                
                 
                   Their
                   friends
                   from
                   interchangable
                   discourse
                   .
                
                 
                   Mr.
                   
                     James
                     George
                  
                   ,
                   one
                   of
                   them
                   ,
                   there
                   did
                   yield
                
                 
                   His
                   spir't
                   up
                   ,
                   whom
                   they
                   bury'd
                   in
                   the
                   field
                   ;
                
                 
                   
                     Then
                     Mr.
                  
                   Hooper
                   ,
                   Rogers
                   ,
                   Bradford
                   (
                   hated
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   Sanders
                   too
                   ,
                   were
                   excommunicated
                   :
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     Pious
                     Dr.
                  
                   Tailour
                   ,
                   Ferrar
                   ,
                   Crome
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   all
                   of
                   them
                   ,
                   with
                   them
                   receive
                   their
                   doom
                   .
                
                 
                   Commissions
                   and
                   inquisitors
                   were
                   sent
                   .
                
                 
                   Throughout
                   the
                   Realm
                   ;
                   great
                   multitudes
                   from
                   Kent
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   
                     Essex
                     ,
                     Suffolk
                     ,
                     Norfolk
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   elsewhere
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVere
                   brought
                   to
                   London
                   ,
                   and
                   encloyftred
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   Part
                   of
                   them
                   dead
                   in
                   prison
                   ,
                   out
                   were
                   turn'd
                
                 
                   To
                   dunghills
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   flames
                   a
                   many
                   burn'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Also
                   Hanks
                   ,
                   Hunter
                   ,
                   Pigot
                   ,
                   Laurence
                   ,
                   brought
                
                 
                   Before
                   the
                   Bishops
                   were
                   ,
                   for
                   no
                   just
                   fault
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   
                     Stephen
                     Gard'ner
                  
                   saw
                   that
                   what
                   h'assail'd
                
                 
                   By
                   threats
                   ,
                   hard
                   usage
                   ,
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   prevail'd
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   men
                   shake
                   off
                   truth
                   ;
                   he
                   did
                   begin
                
                 
                   (
                   As
                   utterly
                   discouraged
                   therein
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   business
                   in
                   hand
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   renounce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Meddling
                   no
                   more
                   with
                   condemnations
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   unto
                   Bishop
                   Bonner
                   ,
                   them
                   referr'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   in
                   that
                   trust
                   imposed
                   ,
                   so
                   bestirr'd
                
                 
                   Himself
                   ,
                   that
                   sending
                   for
                   all
                   in
                   great
                   hast
                
                 
                   Th'above
                   nam'd
                   parties
                   ,
                   he
                   upon
                   them
                   past
                
                 
                   Death's
                   final
                   sentence
                   :
                   Dr.
                   Ferrar
                   ,
                   quick
                
                 
                   He
                   sent
                   down
                   to
                   St.
                   Davids
                   Bishoprick
                
                 
                   Within
                   the
                   Cambrian
                   country
                   ,
                   there
                   to
                   be
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   and
                   executed
                   (
                   crueltie
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   th'
                   Queen
                   in
                   Mr.
                   Coverdale's
                   behalf
                
                 
                   Twice
                   wrote
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   Denmark
                   for
                   his
                   safe
                
                 
                   Release
                   from
                   prison
                   ;
                   but
                   with
                   much
                   ado
                
                 
                   To
                   him
                   ,
                   the
                   Queen
                   permitted
                   him
                   to
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Tomkins
                  
                   ,
                   Weaver
                   by
                   his
                   trade
                   ,
                
                 
                   An
                   humble
                   man
                   ,
                   and
                   one
                   that
                   conscience
                   made
                
                 
                   Of
                   what
                   he
                   did
                   ,
                   who
                   would
                   begin
                   his
                   labour
                
                 
                   With
                   servent
                   prayers
                   ;
                   and
                   to
                   his
                   needy
                   neighbour
                
                 
                   So
                   charitable
                   was
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   'd
                   disburse
                
                 
                   Unto
                   them
                   ,
                   all
                   the
                   mony
                   in
                   his
                   purse
                
                 
                   If
                   any
                   came
                   to
                   borrow
                   of
                   him
                   :
                   when
                
                 
                   His
                   creditors
                   would
                   bring
                   it
                   home
                   agen
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   u'sd
                   to
                   bid
                   them
                   keep
                   it
                   longer
                   yet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Till
                   they
                   more
                   able
                   were
                   to
                   pay
                   the
                   deb
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   man
                   was
                   kept
                   in
                   pris'n
                   a
                   half
                   years
                   space
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Benner's
                   means
                   ,
                   who
                   beat
                   him
                   on
                   the
                   face
                
                 
                   With
                   livid
                   blows
                   ,
                   and
                   plucked
                   off
                   a
                   piece
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   fast
                   beard
                   ;
                   yet
                   this
                   did
                   but
                   increase
                
                 
                   His
                   patience
                   more
                   :
                   the
                   Bishop
                   then
                   affail'd
                
                 
                   (
                   When
                   other
                   tearms
                   nothing
                   at
                   all
                   prevail'd
                   )
                
                 
                   With
                   gentle
                   words
                   to
                   win
                   him
                   ;
                   but
                   the
                   trial
                
                 
                   Succesless
                   prov'd
                   :
                   Tomkins
                   return'd
                   denial
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   ,
                   having
                   by
                   ,
                   a
                   flaming
                   Torch
                   ,
                
                 
                   Took
                   Tomkins
                   by
                   the
                   fingers
                   and
                   did
                   seorch
                
                 
                   His
                   hand
                   therewith
                   ;
                   afterwards
                   Tomkins
                   told
                
                 
                   A
                   friend
                   of
                   his
                   ,
                   that
                   whilst
                   Bonner
                   did
                   hold
                
                 
                   His
                   hand
                   to
                   burn
                   ,
                   he
                   felt
                   no
                   pain
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   consolation
                   from
                   God's
                   spirit
                   did
                   fall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   shrunk
                   he
                   in
                   the
                   least
                   ,
                   until
                   his
                   veines
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   contracted
                   (
                   fire
                   you
                   know
                   constreines
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   sinewes
                   crack'd
                   again
                   ,
                   and
                   water
                   spurt
                
                 
                   On
                   Dr.
                   Harpsfield's
                   face
                   (
                   as
                   from
                   a
                   squirt
                   .
                   )
                
                 
                   Who
                   was
                   so
                   pityful
                   compassionate
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   to
                   beseech
                   the
                   Bishop
                   to
                   abate
                
                 
                   His
                   cruel
                   minde
                   :
                   O
                   be
                   not
                   so
                   ,
                   so
                   rough
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Said
                   he
                   )
                   have
                   you
                   not
                   tryed
                   him
                   enough
                   ?
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   Bishops
                   consistory
                   brought
                   ,
                
                 
                   Examined
                   he
                   was
                   ,
                   whether
                   he
                   thought
                
                 
                 
                   Christs
                   real
                   body
                   in
                   the
                   Sacrament
                
                 
                   Was
                   present
                   yea
                   ,
                   or
                   no
                   ?
                   to
                   which
                   he
                   sent
                
                 
                   This
                   answer
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   verily
                   believ'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Sacrament
                   by
                   a
                   true
                   faith
                   receiv'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   onely
                   its
                   remembrance
                   ;
                   with
                   the
                   High'st
                
                 
                   The
                   very
                   body
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   blood
                   of
                   Christ
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   heaven
                   is
                   ,
                   and
                   nowhere
                   else
                   :
                   being
                   ask'd
                
                 
                   If
                   he
                   'd
                   recant
                   ?
                   God
                   hath
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   unmask'd
                
                 
                   His
                   truth
                   to
                   me
                   in
                   such
                   corruscancy
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   in
                   it
                   I
                   resolve
                   to
                   live
                   ,
                   and
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   then
                   ,
                   death's
                   sentence
                   on
                   him
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   the
                   Sheriffs
                   deliv'red
                   him
                   ,
                   who
                   cast
                
                 
                   Him
                   into
                   Newgate
                   prison
                   ;
                   in
                   Smithfield
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   (
                   in
                   fine
                   )
                   with
                   his
                   dear
                   blood
                   he
                   seal'd
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   the
                   Lord
                   slep'd
                   sweetly
                   .
                   —
                
              
               
                 
                   Then
                   
                     William
                     Hunter
                  
                   ,
                   that
                   had
                   scarce
                   out-worn
                
                 
                   The
                   nineteenth
                   ,
                   year
                   of
                   Godly
                   Parents
                   born
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVho
                   him
                   instructed
                   in
                   Religion's
                   truth
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   plac'd
                   him
                   out
                   in
                   London
                   ;
                   this
                   good
                   youth
                
                 
                   VVas
                   charg'd
                   by
                   special
                   command
                   to
                   go
                
                 
                   To
                   Mass
                   ,
                   break
                   bread
                   ;
                   which
                   he
                   refus'd
                   to
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                   Hunter
                   when
                   threatened
                   that
                   this
                   should
                   come
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Bishop's
                   ear
                   ,
                   leave
                   got
                   ,
                   went
                   home
                
                 
                   To
                   Burnt-wood
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   with
                   his
                   Parents
                   stay
                
                 
                   About
                   six
                   weeks
                   .
                   And
                   going
                   on
                   a
                   day
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   Chappel
                   there
                   ,
                   (
                   which
                   pleas'd
                   him
                   well
                   )
                
                 
                   He
                   found
                   a
                   Bible
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   reading
                   fell
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   came
                   a
                   Sommoner
                   ,
                   who
                   thus
                   did
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhat
                   dost
                   thou
                   meddling
                   with
                   the
                   Bible
                   ?
                   Ha
                   ?
                
                 
                   Know'st
                   thou
                   well
                   ,
                   what
                   thou
                   read'st
                   ?
                   canst
                   thou
                   unfold
                
                 
                   The
                   Sacred
                   VVrit
                   ?
                   I
                   dare
                   not
                   be
                   so
                   bold
                   .
                
                 
                   Said
                   Hunter
                   then
                   ,
                   Nor
                   Scriptures
                   to
                   expound
                
                 
                   Take
                   I
                   upon
                   me
                   now
                   ;
                   but
                   having
                   found
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Bible
                   here
                   ,
                   that
                   joy
                   might
                   me
                   betide
                
                 
                   I
                   read
                   in
                   it
                   .
                   The
                   Sommoner
                   reply'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   T
                   was
                   never
                   merry
                   world
                   ,
                   since
                   in
                   our
                   tongue
                
                 
                   The
                   Bible
                   first
                   came
                   forth
                   ;
                   would
                   it
                   were
                   hung
                   .
                
                 
                   Said
                   Hunter
                   ,
                   Oh!
                   for
                   Godsake
                   say
                   not
                   so
                   ;
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   Gods
                   Book
                   ,
                   by
                   it
                   ev'ry
                   soul
                   may
                   know
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   hath
                   one
                   sparke
                   of
                   grace
                   ,
                   the
                   way
                   which
                   leads
                
                 
                   To
                   lasting
                   bliss
                   :
                   't
                   is
                   this
                   true
                   comfort
                   breeds
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   grant
                   that
                   we
                   may
                   still
                   amongst
                   us
                   have
                
                 
                   The
                   blessed
                   Bible
                   ,
                   as
                   a
                   means
                   to
                   save
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   now
                   I
                   know
                   your
                   minde
                   ,
                   
                   y'
                   are
                   one
                   of
                   them
                
                 
                   That
                   slight
                   the
                   Queen
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   decrees
                   contemn
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   you
                   and
                   others
                   ,
                   must
                   a
                   new
                   leaf
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   I
                   fear
                   me
                   ,
                   you
                   'l
                   go
                   neer
                   to
                   burn
                   .
                
                 
                   Pray
                   God
                   I
                   build
                   my
                   faith
                   on
                   his
                   word
                   still
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   his
                   great
                   name
                   confess
                   ,
                   come
                   what
                   come
                   will.
                
                 
                   Confess
                   his
                   name
                   ?
                   
                   No
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   you
                   'l
                   in
                   a
                   mess
                
                 
                   All
                   to
                   the
                   Devil
                   go
                   ,
                   and
                   him
                   confess
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   step't
                   the
                   Somm'ner
                   forth
                   ,
                   and
                   fetch'd
                   a
                   Priest
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Vicar
                   of
                   that
                   place
                   ,
                   a
                   drunken
                   beast
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVho
                   finding
                   
                     William
                     Hunter
                  
                   at
                   his
                   Book
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rebuk'd
                   him
                   for
                   't
                   ,
                   and
                   ask'd
                   if
                   he
                   could
                   brook
                
                 
                   The
                   Doctrine
                   well
                   of
                   Transubstantiation
                   :
                
                 
                   Hunter
                   made
                   answer
                   it
                   had
                   no
                   relation
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   truth
                   reveal'd
                   :
                   he
                   understood
                
                 
                   Those
                   words
                   of
                   Christ
                   touching
                   his
                   flesh
                   and
                   blood
                
                 
                   Carnal
                   Capernait-like
                   ,
                   who
                   thought
                   to
                   feed
                
                 
                   On
                   Christ
                   his
                   flesh
                   ,
                   and
                   drink
                   his
                   blood
                   indeed
                   .
                
                 
                   VVherefore
                   to
                   them
                   he
                   said
                   ,
                   The
                   words
                   I
                   speak
                
                 
                   Are
                   spirit
                   ,
                   and
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   as
                   flesh
                   so
                   weak
                   .
                
                 
                   Ah!
                   quoth
                   the
                   Viear
                   ,
                   have
                   I
                   found
                   you
                   out
                   ?
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   an
                   Her'tick
                   now
                   ,
                   without
                   all
                   doubt
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   VVhereas
                   you
                   of
                   my
                   faith
                   do
                   question
                   make
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   would
                   we
                   two
                   were
                   fastned
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   To
                   prove
                   whether
                   of
                   us
                   should
                   closest
                   stick
                
                 
                   Unto
                   our
                   faith
                   ,
                   and
                   which
                   was
                   Heretick
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   The
                   Vicar
                   to
                   complain
                   of
                   him
                   did
                   threat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Flung
                   out
                   of
                   doors
                   ,
                   departing
                   in
                   a
                   heat
                   .
                
                 
                   Hunter
                   went
                   home
                   ,
                   and
                   having
                   farewel
                   took
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   dear
                   friends
                   ,
                   his
                   fathers
                   house
                   forsook
                   .
                
                 
                   Brown
                   ,
                   call'd
                   old
                   Hunter
                   ,
                   ask'd
                   if
                   he
                   could
                   tell
                
                 
                   VVhere
                   his
                   son
                   was
                   ;
                   who
                   said
                   ,
                   He
                   knew
                   not
                   well
                   .
                
                 
                   Brown
                   told
                   him
                   ,
                   Either
                   your
                   miss'd-son
                   produce
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   go
                   to
                   prison
                   ;
                   bring
                   me
                   no
                   excuse
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   old
                   man
                   strides
                   his
                   horse
                   ,
                   and
                   rides
                   to
                   look
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   after
                   two
                   dayes
                   journey
                   overtook
                   him
                   ;
                
                 
                   Telling
                   him
                   all
                   what
                   happ'ned
                   ;
                   yet
                   said
                   he
                   ,
                
                 
                   Go
                   on
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   say
                   I
                   cannot
                   light
                   on
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   said
                   William
                   ,
                   home
                   with
                   you
                   I
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   save
                   you
                   harmless
                   ;
                   me
                   they
                   can
                   but
                   kill
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   his
                   return
                   ,
                   a
                   Constable
                   him
                   caught
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   brought
                   before
                   this
                   Mr.
                   Brown
                   ,
                   who
                   thought
                
                 
                   VVith
                   arguments
                   to
                   win
                   him
                   ;
                   and
                   enrag'd
                
                 
                   At
                   his
                   judicious
                   answers
                   ,
                   he
                   engag'd
                
                 
                   No
                   more
                   to
                   hold
                   on
                   the
                   dispute
                   ,
                   but
                   streight
                
                 
                   Sent
                   him
                   to
                   
                     Bonner
                     ,
                     Bonner
                  
                   to
                   the
                   Grate
                   ;
                
                 
                   VVhere
                   he
                   for
                   two
                   dayes
                   lay
                   allowed
                   just
                
                 
                   A
                   dish
                   of
                   water
                   and
                   a
                   brown-bread
                   crust
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   two
                   dayes
                   end
                   ,
                   the
                   Bishop
                   coming
                   found
                
                 
                   The
                   slender
                   fare
                   ,
                   he
                   bids
                   he
                   be
                   unbound
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   break
                   his
                   fast
                   with
                   them
                   ,
                   but
                   he
                   's
                   revil'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Call'd
                   Heretick
                   ,
                   worthy
                   to
                   be
                   exil'd
                
                 
                   Their
                   company
                   :
                   said
                   Hunter
                   ,
                   I
                   decline
                
                 
                   Their
                   company
                   ,
                   as
                   much
                   as
                   they
                   do
                   mine
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   sent
                   for
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   thus
                   did
                   rant
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   wilt
                   thou
                   not
                   ,
                   thou
                   Heretick
                   ,
                   recant
                   ?
                
                 
                   Recant
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   the
                   faith
                   I
                   have
                   profest
                
                 
                   So
                   publikely
                   ?
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   ,
                   I
                   protest
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   ;
                   what
                   ?
                   shall
                   I
                   be
                   whirl'd
                
                 
                   By
                   errours
                   wheels
                   ?
                   I
                   would
                   not
                   for
                   a
                   world
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   take
                   him
                   Jailor
                   ,
                   mand
                   him
                   to
                   the
                   stocks
                   ;
                
                 
                   Be
                   sure
                   you
                   load
                   him
                   well
                   with
                   bolts
                   and
                   locks
                
                 
                   Till
                   I
                   shall
                   burn
                   him
                   .
                   VVhereupon
                   he
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Great
                   God!
                   O
                   let
                   thy
                   all-sufficient
                   aid
                
                 
                   Corroborate
                   my
                   soul
                   .
                   He
                   's
                   born
                   away
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   to
                   a
                   half-penny
                   a
                   day
                
                 
                   Stinted
                   his
                   lively-hood
                   ;
                   thus
                   nine
                   months
                   space
                
                 
                   Imprison'd
                   ,
                   he
                   before
                   the
                   Bishop's
                   face
                
                 
                   Was
                   six
                   times
                   brought
                   ,
                   to
                   th'question
                   still
                   propounded
                
                 
                   Hunter
                   a
                   pertinacious
                   No
                   ,
                   rebounded
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   read
                   his
                   charge
                   ,
                   and
                   him
                   return'd
                
                 
                   To
                   Newgate
                   ,
                   so
                   to
                   Burnt-wood
                   to
                   be
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   parents
                   see
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   petitions
                   send
                
                 
                   To
                   God
                   ,
                   to
                   make
                   him
                   constant
                   till
                   the
                   end
                   :
                
                 
                   His
                   mother
                   added
                   this
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   was
                   blest
                
                 
                   In
                   bearing
                   such
                   a
                   child
                   ,
                   as
                   could
                   devest
                
                 
                   His
                   life
                   for
                   Christ's
                   sweet
                   sake
                   .
                   William
                   reply'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   the
                   small
                   pain
                   ,
                   which
                   I
                   shall
                   here
                   abide
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   short
                   time
                   ,
                   my
                   Christ
                   a
                   joyful
                   crown
                
                 
                   Hath
                   promis'd
                   me
                   .
                   His
                   mother
                   kneeling
                   down
                
                 
                   Said
                   thus
                   ,
                   I
                   pray
                   God
                   strengthen
                   thee
                   my
                   son
                
                 
                   To
                   run
                   the
                   race
                   thou
                   hast
                   so
                   well
                   begun
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   think
                   thee
                   now
                   as
                   well
                   bestow'd
                   (
                   my
                   dear
                   )
                
                 
                   As
                   any
                   child
                   that
                   ever
                   I
                   did
                   bear
                   .
                
                 
                   VVhilst
                   he
                   remain'd
                   at
                   Burnt-wood
                   ,
                   many
                   friends
                
                 
                   Came
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   to
                   whom
                   he
                   the
                   truth
                   commends
                   :
                
                 
                   Three
                   dayes
                   expir'd
                   all
                   things
                   were
                   ready
                   made
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Sheriffs
                   son
                   hugg'd
                   him
                   in
                   his
                   arms
                   ,
                   and
                   said
                
                 
                   William
                   ,
                   don't
                   fear
                   these
                   men
                   with
                   Bills
                   Bowes
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   bring
                   you
                   to
                   the
                   place
                   ;
                   death
                   as
                   he
                   showes
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   so
                   grim
                   .
                   I
                   've
                   cast
                   up
                   mine
                   accounts
                
                 
                   (
                   Said
                   he
                   )
                   and
                   know
                   t'how
                   much
                   the
                   cost
                   amounts
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   With
                   that
                   the
                   young
                   man
                   ,
                   while
                   he
                   went
                   about
                
                 
                   To
                   speak
                   ,
                   could
                   not
                   ,
                   his
                   tears
                   so
                   fast
                   burst
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   Hunter
                   his
                   way
                   cheerfully
                   went
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   father
                   meeting
                   with
                   him
                   ,
                   said
                   ,
                   My
                   son
                
                 
                   God
                   be
                   with
                   thee
                   .
                   God
                   be
                   with
                   you
                   likewise
                
                 
                   Good
                   father
                   ,
                   answer'd
                   William
                   .
                   Let
                   your
                   eyes
                
                 
                   Smile
                   on
                   your
                   son
                   ;
                   O
                   be
                   not
                   so
                   ,
                   so
                   sad
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   we
                   shall
                   meet
                   ,
                   and
                   have
                   our
                   hearts
                   made
                   glad
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   neer
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   he
                   kneeled
                   down
                   ,
                   and
                   read
                
                 
                   The
                   one
                   and
                   fiftieth
                   Psalm
                   .
                   The
                   Sheriff
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Here
                   is
                   a
                   pardon
                   :
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   be
                   turn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   live
                   ,
                   otherwise
                   thou
                   must
                   be
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   turn
                   (
                   quoth
                   William
                   )
                   and
                   did
                   go
                
                 
                   To
                   th'stake
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   was
                   fast'ned
                   thereunto
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   spake
                   he
                   to
                   the
                   throng
                   ,
                   Good
                   people
                   strive
                
                 
                   By
                   pray'r
                   for
                   me
                   while
                   I
                   remain
                   alive
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   'll
                   for
                   you
                   .
                   Not
                   I
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   make
                   my
                   boon
                
                 
                   Said
                   surly
                   Brown
                   ,
                   (
                   there
                   standing
                   by
                   ,
                   )
                   assoon
                
                 
                   For
                   a
                   cur-dog
                   as
                   thee
                   .
                   *
                   Sir
                   you
                   have
                   got
                
                 
                   What
                   you
                   desir'd
                   ;
                   I
                   pray
                   God
                   it
                   be
                   not
                
                 
                   Laid
                   to
                   your
                   charge
                   ,
                   but
                   I
                   forgiv'n
                   you
                   have
                   .
                
                 
                   Said
                   Brown
                   ,
                   
                   That
                   's
                   more
                   then
                   at
                   your
                   hands
                   I
                   crave
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   forgive
                   you
                   not
                   ,
                   
                   I
                   tell
                   you
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   blood
                   of
                   mine
                   shall
                   be
                   requir'd
                   of
                   you
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   Son
                   of
                   God
                   shine
                   on
                   me
                   ;
                   from
                   a
                   cloud
                
                 
                   The
                   Sun
                   brake
                   out
                   (
                   till
                   then
                   thick
                   shades
                   did
                   shroud
                
                 
                   The
                   face
                   of
                   day
                   )
                   his
                   eyes
                   he
                   turn'd
                   aside
                   ,
                
                 
                   Too
                   weak
                   such
                   radiant
                   glory
                   to
                   abide
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Priest
                   brought
                   him
                   a
                   book
                   to
                   look
                   upon
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   he
                   thus
                   ,
                   False
                   Prophet
                   thou
                   be
                   gon
                   :
                
                 
                   Good
                   folk
                   beware
                   of
                   them
                   ,
                   for
                   Jesus
                   sake
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   of
                   their
                   fins
                   ,
                   shall
                   of
                   their
                   plagues
                   partake
                   .
                
                 
                   Marke
                   what
                   I
                   say
                   ,
                   as
                   thou
                   burn'st
                   in
                   this
                   fire
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   So
                   shalt
                   thou
                   burn
                   in
                   hell
                   .
                   Hu.
                   Thou
                   art
                   a
                   lyar
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   False
                   Prophet
                   hence
                   ,
                   from
                   me
                   away
                   be
                   gon
                   :
                
                 
                   Fire
                   made
                   ,
                   he
                   pray'd
                   ,
                   and
                   breath'd
                   his
                   last
                   .
                   Anon
                
                 
                   Higbid
                   ,
                   and
                   Causton
                   ,
                   Gentlemen
                   as
                   good
                
                 
                   As
                   great
                   ,
                   in
                   Essex
                   ,
                   with
                   their
                   own
                   hearts
                   blood
                
                 
                   Sealed
                   their
                   faith
                   unto
                   Gods
                   glory
                   then
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   rejoycing
                   of
                   all
                   Godly
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   
                     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
                   )
                   don
                   't
                   hear
                   that
                   false
                   Prophet's
                   talk
                   .
                
                 
                   Ah!
                   naughty
                   Hypocrite
                   dar'st
                   thou
                   produce
                
                 
                   A
                   Scripture-proof
                   for
                   so
                   profane
                   a
                   use
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   heard
                   your
                   already-quoted
                   text
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   look
                   immediately
                   what
                   follows
                   next
                   ;
                
                 
                   Do
                   this
                   for
                   my
                   Remembrance
                   :
                   
                     then
                     streight-way
                  
                
                 
                   The
                   Priest
                   stood
                   still
                   ,
                   not
                   knowing
                   what
                   to
                   say
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   was
                   kindled
                   ,
                   Rawlins
                   in
                   the
                   flame
                
                 
                   Bathed
                   his
                   aged
                   hands
                   ,
                   till
                   in
                   the
                   same
                
                 
                   The
                   sinews
                   shrunk
                   ,
                   the
                   fat
                   drop'd
                   out
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                
                 
                   That
                   while
                   he
                   cried
                   out
                   ;
                   Lord
                   ,
                   let
                   my
                   fall
                
                 
                   Mount
                   me
                   to
                   thee
                   ;
                   Receive
                   this
                   soul
                   of
                   mine
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   Lord
                   receiv't
                   ;
                   his
                   spirit
                   he
                   did
                   resign
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   was
                   observ'd
                   of
                   him
                   ,
                   that
                   whereas
                   through
                
                 
                   Infirmity
                   of
                   age
                   he
                   round
                   did
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   dejected
                   countenance
                   ,
                   he
                   now
                
                 
                   Went
                   bolt
                   upright
                   t'
                   his
                   death
                   ,
                   his
                   smoother
                   brow
                
                 
                   As
                   clear
                   as
                   day
                   ;
                   his
                   speeches
                   and
                   behaviour
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   courage
                   ,
                   vigour
                   very
                   well
                   did
                   favour
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   the
                   Queen
                   restor'd
                   the
                   Abbey-lands
                
                 
                   She
                   late
                   possess'd
                   .
                   A
                   Pope-sent
                   Bull
                   commands
                
                 
                   All
                   do
                   the
                   like
                   ;
                   but
                   none
                   therein
                   was
                   seen
                
                 
                   T'
                   obey
                   the
                   Pope
                   ,
                   or
                   imitate
                   the
                   Queen
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Popish
                   Priest
                   at
                   *
                   Crondale
                   (
                   impious
                   fool
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   Boasted
                   that
                   he
                   had
                   bin
                   with
                   Card'nal
                   Pool
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   cleans'd
                   him
                   from
                   his
                   sins
                   ;
                   the
                   Bull
                   sent
                   o're
                
                 
                   He
                   prais'd
                   ,
                   fell
                   down
                   ,
                   and
                   never
                   spake
                   word
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   because
                   they
                   on
                   their
                   necks
                   did
                   tie
                
                 
                   
                     This
                     Motto
                  
                   ,
                   
                   Fear
                   God
                   ,
                   fly
                   Idolatry
                   .
                
                 
                   George
                   Marsh
                   ,
                   one
                   William
                   Flower
                   ,
                   John
                   Cardmaker
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Simpson
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   
                     John
                     Warne
                  
                   ,
                   were
                   each
                   partaker
                
                 
                   Of
                   life
                   ,
                   by
                   suff'ring
                   death
                   ,
                   climb'd
                   heavens
                   story
                   :
                
                 
                   Death
                   is
                   the
                   ladder
                   to
                   immortal
                   glory
                   .
                
                 
                   Bonner
                   for
                   many
                   things
                   
                     John
                     Ardly
                  
                   accus'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   
                     John
                     Ardly
                  
                   such
                   expressions
                   us'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   Lord
                   ,
                   not
                   you
                   ,
                   nor
                   any
                   of
                   your
                   breed
                
                 
                   Are
                   of
                   the
                   true
                   Catholick
                   Church
                   indeed
                   ;
                
                 
                   Your
                   faith
                   is
                   false
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   you
                   most
                   depend
                
                 
                   Upon
                   it
                   ,
                   it
                   will
                   fail
                   you
                   in
                   the
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   You
                   have
                   shed
                   much
                   ,
                   too
                   much
                   innocuous
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   are
                   not
                   weary
                   yet
                   :
                   Can
                   this
                   be
                   good
                   ?
                
                 
                 
                   Were
                   ev'ry
                   hair
                   upon
                   my
                   head
                   a
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   many
                   lives
                   I
                   'd
                   part
                   with
                   ,
                   rather
                   than
                
                 
                   Lose
                   the
                   opinion
                   I
                   am
                   in
                   ;
                   so
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   Essex
                   burnt
                   a
                   joyful
                   end
                   he
                   made
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Hauks
                  
                   ,
                   a
                   Courtier
                   comly
                   tall
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVas
                   greatly
                   admired
                   and
                   belov'd
                   of
                   all
                
                 
                   For
                   his
                   rare
                   qualities
                   ,
                   in
                   Edward's
                   dayes
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   in
                   Queen
                   Maries
                   Reign
                   Religion's
                   rayes
                
                 
                   Waxing
                   more
                   dull
                   ,
                   he
                   left
                   the
                   Court
                   ,
                   home
                   went
                
                 
                   And
                   practis'd
                   Godliness
                   ,
                   t'
                   his
                   great
                   content
                   .
                
                 
                   While
                   thus
                   he
                   staid
                   at
                   home
                   ,
                   a
                   son
                   he
                   got
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   in
                   the
                   Popish
                   way
                   baptiz'd
                   it
                   not
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   using
                   oil
                   ,
                   cream
                   ,
                   spittle
                   ,
                   salt
                   ,
                   (
                   absurd
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   Nowhere
                   enjoyned
                   in
                   the
                   holy
                   Word
                   :
                
                 
                   Told
                   Bonner
                   so
                   :
                   the
                   Bishop
                   left
                   him
                   than
                
                 
                   A
                   while
                   ;
                   and
                   Mr.
                   Darbisher
                   began
                   :
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   too
                   curious
                   ,
                   and
                   on
                   none
                   will
                   look
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unless
                   your
                   little
                   pretty
                   God's
                   good
                   book
                   .
                
                 
                   Sir
                   ,
                   
                   is
                   not
                   that
                   sufficient
                   to
                   save
                   ?
                
                 
                   Yes
                   but
                   not
                   to
                   instruct
                   :
                   
                   that
                   I
                   may
                   have
                
                 
                   Salvation
                   to
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   
                   I
                   humbly
                   sue
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   instruction
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   leave
                   to
                   you
                   .
                
                 
                   Shall
                   your
                   child
                   be
                   baptiz'd
                   ,
                   
                   you
                   not
                   look
                   o're
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   had
                   such
                   councel
                   given
                   me
                   before
                   .
                   
                
                 
                   Why
                   we
                   can
                   have
                   it
                   done
                   ,
                   if
                   we
                   be
                   bent
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   True
                   ,
                   but
                   you
                   never
                   shall
                   ,
                   
                   with
                   my
                   consent
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'd
                   Gladly
                   do
                   thee
                   good
                   ,
                   
                   save
                   thee
                   from
                   hell
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   thy
                   pasture
                   and
                   would
                   teach
                   thee
                   well
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   stand
                   to
                   what
                   I
                   said
                   ,
                   
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   finde
                
                 
                   My
                   resolutions
                   waver
                   like
                   the
                   winde
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   the
                   bread
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   
                   the
                   Scripture
                   saith
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   this
                   bread
                   is
                   my
                   flesh
                   ;
                   is
                   this
                   thy
                   faith
                   ?
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   so
                   ,
                   
                   I
                   will
                   believe
                   what
                   Scriptures
                   say
                   .
                
                 
                   Well
                   ,
                   let
                   's
                   to
                   Evensong
                   .
                   
                   H.
                   There
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   pray
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   'm
                   best
                   when
                   furthest
                   off
                   from
                   such
                   resort
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   he
                   walked
                   forth
                   into
                   the
                   Court.
                
                 
                   What
                   thinke
                   you
                   of
                   the
                   Altar's
                   Sacrament
                   ?
                   
                
                 
                   Excuse
                   me
                   ,
                   
                   for
                   I
                   nere
                   knew
                   what
                   it
                   meant
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   will
                   make
                   you
                   know
                   't
                   ,
                   
                   when
                   we
                   begin
                   ,
                
                 
                   Faggots
                   shall
                   make
                   you
                   do'●
                   .
                   H.
                   Faggots
                   ?
                   a
                   pin
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   your
                   faggots
                   ,
                   you
                   no
                   more
                   can
                   do
                
                 
                   Then
                   God
                   permits
                   you
                   ,
                   and
                   no
                   further
                   go
                   .
                
                 
                   Much
                   more
                   was
                   said
                   ;
                   in
                   prison
                   he
                   at
                   last
                
                 
                   Was
                   for
                   his
                   bold
                   judicious
                   answers
                   cast
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   could
                   that
                   move
                   him
                   in
                   the
                   least
                   to
                   doubt
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   bred
                   in
                   the
                   bone
                   ,
                   will
                   not
                   eas'ly
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   Being
                   (
                   his
                   sentence
                   read
                   )
                   to
                   Coxshal
                   sent
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   Essex
                   ,
                   he
                   exhorted
                   as
                   he
                   went
                
                 
                   His
                   friends
                   :
                   and
                   at
                   the
                   stake
                   (
                   as
                   he
                   had
                   spoken
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   would
                   do
                   )
                   he
                   gave
                   to
                   them
                   a
                   token
                
                 
                   By
                   lifting
                   up
                   his
                   hands
                   all
                   in
                   a
                   flame
                   ,
                
                 
                   Above
                   his
                   head
                   ,
                   and
                   clapping
                   of
                   the
                   same
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   let
                   them
                   understand
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   was
                   able
                
                 
                   To
                   '
                   bide
                   the
                   pain
                   not
                   too
                   intolerable
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   gave
                   the
                   people
                   an
                   unusual
                   shout
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   this
                   blessed
                   Lamp
                   (
                   all
                   burnt
                   )
                   went
                   out
                   .
                   
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Watts
                  
                   in
                   Essex
                   who
                   defended
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   so
                   much
                   oppos'd
                   ,
                   was
                   apprehended
                   ,
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   ,
                   and
                   after
                   sent
                   to
                   Chilm'ford
                   ,
                   where
                
                 
                   The
                   little
                   time
                   he
                   had
                   ,
                   he
                   spent
                   in
                   pray'r
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   to
                   his
                   wife
                   and
                   his
                   six
                   child'ren
                   small
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   said
                   ;
                   Wife
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   hopeful
                   branches
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   now
                   must
                   leave
                   you
                   all
                   ;
                   henceforth
                   therefore
                
                 
                   Alas
                   !
                   I
                   cannot
                   know
                   you
                   any
                   more
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   unto
                   me
                   at
                   first
                   ,
                   the
                   Lord
                   did
                   send
                   you
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   I
                   unto
                   the
                   Lord
                   ,
                   do
                   recommend
                   you
                   ;
                
                 
                   Him
                   I
                   command
                   you
                   to
                   obey
                   ,
                   and
                   fear
                
                 
                   As
                   long
                   as
                   life
                   shall
                   last
                   :
                   see
                   you
                   beware
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   loath'd
                   papistry
                   ,
                   which
                   I
                   withstood
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shall
                   against
                   it
                   give
                   my
                   dearest
                   blood
                
                 
                   By
                   God's
                   grace
                   by
                   and
                   by
                   .
                   Let
                   not
                   the
                   number
                
                 
                   Of
                   bleeding
                   Saints
                   discourage
                   or
                   incumber
                
                 
                   Your
                   active
                   faith
                   ,
                   and
                   move
                   you
                   to
                   relent
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   thereby
                   take
                   occasion
                   to
                   be
                   bent
                
                 
                   For
                   greater
                   service
                   in
                   Jehovah's
                   fight
                   :
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   happy
                   dying
                   for
                   a
                   cause
                   that
                   's
                   right
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   not
                   doubt
                   ,
                   nor
                   have
                   you
                   cause
                   to
                   fear
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   which
                   strikes
                   ,
                   will
                   give
                   you
                   strength
                   to
                   bear
                
                 
                   He
                   'll
                   be
                   unto
                   the
                   widdow
                   ,
                   in
                   distress
                
                 
                   Husband
                   ,
                   and
                   father
                   to
                   the
                   fatherless
                   .
                
                 
                   Farewel
                   ,
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   farewel
                   ,
                   gave
                   each
                   a
                   kiss
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   past
                   he
                   through
                   the
                   fi'ry
                   blaze
                   to
                   bliss
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Bainford
                     ,
                     Osmund
                     ,
                     Osborne
                  
                   ,
                   overturn'd
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Sec'lar
                   power
                   ,
                   in
                   Essex
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Mr.
                   
                     John
                     Bradford
                  
                   and
                   
                     John
                     Leafe
                  
                   did
                   climbe
                
                 
                   Up
                   fiety
                   stairs
                   to
                   heaven
                   about
                   this
                   time
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   next
                   day
                   after
                   at
                   Maidstone
                   in
                   Kent
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   Minge
                   dy'd
                   in
                   imsprisonment
                   .
                
                 
                   Mr.
                   
                     John
                     Bland
                  
                   ,
                   God's
                   faithful
                   Minister
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   for
                   the
                   truth
                   a
                   constant
                   sufferer
                   .
                
                 
                   John
                   Frankish
                   ,
                   Humphry
                   Middleton
                   ,
                   
                     two
                     men
                  
                
                 
                   Of
                   admirable
                   worth
                   ,
                   were
                   martyr'd
                   then
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Fettie's
                  
                   child
                   ,
                   such
                   cruel
                   whippings
                   feels
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   the
                   gore
                   blood
                   ran
                   down
                   about
                   its
                   heels
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   father
                   put
                   in
                   the
                   tormenting
                   stocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Must
                   see
                   his
                   Lamb
                   misus'd
                   (
                   O
                   hearts
                   of
                   rocks
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Nicholas
                     Sheterden
                  
                   being
                   brought
                   ,
                
                 
                   Him
                   Doctor
                   Harpsfield
                   asked
                   what
                   he
                   thought
                
                 
                   That
                   passage
                   ,
                   
                     This
                     my
                     Body
                     is
                  
                   ,
                   should
                   mean
                   ;
                
                 
                   Said
                   Sheterden
                   ,
                   This
                   cannot
                   well
                   be
                   seen
                
                 
                   By
                   carnal
                   eyes
                   :
                   thus
                   much
                   I
                   gather
                   thence
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   must
                   be
                   taken
                   in
                   a
                   spirituall
                   sence
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Else
                   when
                   ,
                   
                     This
                     Cup
                     's
                     my
                     blood's
                  
                   so
                   understood
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   substance
                   of
                   the
                   Cup
                   must
                   needs
                   be
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   Nicholas
                   Hall
                   ,
                   Christopher
                   Waide
                   ,
                   Joan
                   Beach
                   ,
                
                 
                   John
                   Harpool
                   ,
                   Marg'ry
                   Boley
                   ,
                   
                     who
                     did
                     reach
                  
                
                 
                   At
                   the
                   despised
                   truth
                   ,
                   and
                   Popery
                   spun'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   at
                   Rochester
                   in
                   Kent
                   ,
                   were
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Dirick
                   Carver
                   ,
                   a
                   Surrey
                   Gentleman
                
                 
                   Call'd
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   unto
                   his
                   God
                   began
                
                 
                   His
                   servent
                   pray'r
                   ,
                   which
                   having
                   done
                   he
                   strip'd
                
                 
                   Himself
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   into
                   the
                   barrel
                   skip'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   threw
                   his
                   book
                   in
                   also
                   but
                   in
                   vain
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   the
                   throng
                   he
                   flung
                   it
                   out
                   again
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   charge
                   you
                   ,
                   said
                   the
                   Shrieffe
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   Queen's
                   name
                
                 
                   To
                   fling
                   that
                   Vip'rous
                   book
                   into
                   the
                   flame
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   spake
                   he
                   with
                   a
                   cheerful
                   voice
                   ,
                   and
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dear
                   friends
                   ,
                   bear
                   witness
                   I
                   am
                   not
                   affraid
                
                 
                   To
                   seal
                   Christ's
                   Gospel
                   with
                   my
                   dearest
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Knowing
                   't
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   and
                   was
                   of
                   late
                   your
                   food
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   now
                   surrepted
                   from
                   you
                   ;
                   and
                   because
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   deny
                   it
                   to
                   obey
                   mans
                   laws
                   ,
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   I
                   be
                   to
                   dy
                   ;
                   see
                   that
                   you
                   walk
                
                 
                   In
                   answer
                   to
                   the
                   truth
                   ,
                   of
                   which
                   you
                   talk
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   as
                   for
                   those
                   that
                   do
                   the
                   Pope
                   believe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hell
                   's
                   theirs
                   ,
                   without
                   Gods
                   merciful
                   reprieve
                   .
                
                 
                   Except
                   (
                   said
                   then
                   the
                   Sheriffe
                   )
                   believe
                   thou
                   do
                
                 
                   The
                   Pope
                   ,
                   th'
                   art
                   damn'd
                   both
                   soul
                   and
                   body
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                   Pray
                   to
                   thy
                   God
                   that
                   he
                   may
                   set
                   thee
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   strike
                   me
                   down
                   .
                   The
                   Lord
                   forgive
                   ,
                   said
                   he
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   temerarious
                   words
                   .
                   Dear
                   Lord
                   ,
                   thou
                   knowst
                
                 
                   How
                   I
                   left
                   all
                   ,
                   to
                   come
                   to
                   thee
                   ;
                   thou
                   dost
                
                 
                   Draw
                   with
                   Magnetick-love
                   ;
                   to
                   thee
                   I
                   fly
                
                 
                   For
                   shelter
                   ,
                   Ah!
                   but
                   when
                   my
                   serious
                   eye
                
                 
                   Darts
                   on
                   thy
                   power
                   ,
                   and
                   on
                   my self
                   looks
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   fear
                   the
                   wrath
                   of
                   a
                   condemning
                   frown
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   What
                   ,
                   shall
                   I
                   shrink
                   ?
                   no
                   ;
                   now
                   the
                   flames
                   surround
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   trust
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   although
                   my
                   God
                   confound
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   Jesus
                   help
                   ,
                   Christ
                   Jesus
                   look
                   upon
                   me
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   cry'd
                   and
                   dy'd
                   ,
                   with
                   Lord
                   have
                   mercy
                   on
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Iveson
                   said
                   ,
                   All
                   the
                   treasure
                   in
                   the
                   nation
                
                 
                   Should
                   never
                   draw
                   him
                   to
                   a
                   recantation
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   to
                   the
                   mercy
                   of
                   my
                   God
                   appeal
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   would
                   be
                   none
                   of
                   your
                   Church
                   for
                   a
                   deal
                   :
                
                 
                   Yea
                   though
                   an
                   heaven-sent
                   Angel
                   came
                   t'
                   expound
                
                 
                   Unto
                   me
                   other
                   Doctrine
                   ,
                   I
                   'm
                   not
                   bound
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   receive
                   it
                   :
                   hereupon
                   condemn'd
                
                 
                   And
                   put
                   into
                   the
                   fire
                   ,
                   he
                   death
                   contemn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     James
                     Abbes
                  
                   ,
                   a
                   Godly
                   man
                   did
                   shift
                   about
                
                 
                   From
                   place
                   to
                   place
                   for
                   safeties
                   sake
                   :
                   found
                   out
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   ,
                   they
                   carri'd
                   him
                   to
                   Norwich
                   town
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhere
                   ,
                   by
                   the
                   Bishop's
                   threats
                   he
                   did
                   disown
                
                 
                   VVhat
                   he
                   profess'd
                   ;
                   the
                   Bishop
                   seeing
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   Gave
                   him
                   some
                   money
                   ,
                   and
                   dismiss'd
                   him
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   conscience
                   bringing
                   him
                   upon
                   the
                   rack
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishops
                   money
                   he
                   returned
                   back
                   ,
                
                 
                   Repenting
                   e're
                   he
                   took
                   it
                   :
                   then
                   again
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   strove
                   to
                   gain
                   him
                   ,
                   but
                   in
                   vain
                   ;
                
                 
                   Though
                   
                   Peter-like
                   he
                   fail'd
                   ,
                   now
                   to
                   persever
                
                 
                   Resolve
                   he
                   did
                   ,
                   and
                   stood
                   more
                   fast
                   then
                   ever
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   to
                   his
                   last-drawn
                   breath
                   ;
                   the
                   Bishop's
                   fury
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   him
                   to
                   be
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   he
                   burn'd
                   at
                   Bury
                   .
                
                 
                   John
                   Denly
                   ,
                   Newman
                   ,
                   Partrick
                   ,
                   Packingham
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dy'd
                   constant
                   Martyrs
                   for
                   their
                   Saviours
                   name
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wright
                   ,
                   Coker
                   ,
                   Collier
                   ,
                   Hooper
                   ,
                   Stere
                   ,
                   
                     and
                     more
                  
                
                 
                   Besides
                   in
                   Canterbury
                   ,
                   faggots
                   bore
                   .
                
                 
                   Robert
                   Smith
                   ,
                   Stephen
                   Harwood
                   ,
                   Thomas
                   Fust
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     William
                     Hale
                  
                   ,
                   dy'd
                   for
                   the
                   truth
                   their
                   trust
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Eliz'beth
                     Warne
                  
                   ,
                   condemned
                   to
                   be
                   burn'd
                
                 
                   By
                   Bonner
                   ,
                   unto
                   Bonner
                   soon
                   return'd
                
                 
                 
                   These
                   words
                   ,
                   Do
                   what
                   you
                   will
                   with
                   me
                   ;
                   for
                   why
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   Christ
                   was
                   in
                   an
                   errour
                   ,
                   so
                   am
                   I
                   ;
                
                 
                   Otherwise
                   not
                   :
                   but
                   Christ
                   spake
                   true
                   I
                   know
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   then
                   was
                   she
                   burn'd
                   at
                   Stratford-Bow
                   .
                
                 
                   About
                   this
                   very
                   time
                   
                     George
                     Tankerfield
                  
                
                 
                   Did
                   at
                   St.
                   Albanes
                   to
                   their
                   rancour
                   yield
                   .
                
                 
                   George
                   King
                   ,
                   John
                   Wade
                   ,
                   and
                   Tho.
                   Leyes
                   ,
                   
                     with
                     sore
                  
                
                 
                   Usage
                   fell
                   sick
                   ,
                   and
                   dy'd
                   in
                   Lollards
                   tower
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Suffolk
                   Mr.
                   Robert
                   Samuel
                
                 
                   Of
                   Barfold
                   Min'ster
                   ,
                   who
                   instructed
                   well
                
                 
                   The
                   flock
                   committed
                   to
                   his
                   charge
                   ,
                   was
                   tost
                
                 
                   To
                   Norwich
                   goal
                   ,
                   there
                   chained
                   to
                   a
                   post
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   erect
                   that
                   's
                   body
                   did
                   command
                
                 
                   For
                   some
                   small
                   ease
                   induc'd
                   his
                   tip-toes
                   stand
                   .
                
                 
                   Hunger
                   and
                   thirst
                   (
                   bad
                   helpers
                   )
                   are
                   procur'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   VVhat
                   tongue
                   can
                   tell
                   what
                   he
                   poor
                   man
                   endur'd
                   !
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   brought
                   to
                   be
                   burn'd
                   (
                   an
                   easie
                   pain
                
                 
                   To
                   what
                   he
                   felt
                   before
                   )
                   he
                   did
                   detain
                
                 
                   Some
                   friends
                   in
                   telling
                   them
                   ,
                   a
                   most
                   strange
                   story
                
                 
                   Of
                   what
                   fell
                   out
                   ,
                   while
                   he
                   was
                   us'd
                   so
                   sory
                   :
                
                 
                   VVhen
                   I
                   much
                   want
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   had
                   undergon
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   slept
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   me
                   thought
                   appeared
                   one
                
                 
                   Cloath'd
                   all
                   in
                   white
                   ,
                   who
                   whisp'red
                   in
                   mine
                   ear
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Samuel
                     ,
                     Samuel
                  
                   ,
                   be
                   of
                   good
                   cheer
                   ;
                
                 
                   Take
                   heart
                   to
                   grass
                   man
                   ,
                   thou
                   hast
                   past
                   the
                   worst
                   ,
                
                 
                   Henceforth
                   thou
                   shalt
                   nor
                   hunger
                   feel
                   ,
                   nor
                   thirst
                   :
                
                 
                   VVhich
                   came
                   to
                   pass
                   ;
                   such
                   consolation
                   did
                
                 
                   Sweeten
                   his
                   woes
                   ,
                   that
                   modesty
                   forbid
                
                 
                   Him
                   tell
                   the
                   same
                   .
                   So
                   as
                   he
                   went
                   along
                
                 
                   To
                   execution
                   ,
                   amidst
                   the
                   throng
                
                 
                   A
                   maid
                   there
                   was
                   ,
                   (
                   who
                   after
                   scap'd
                   )
                   did
                   fall
                
                 
                   About
                   his
                   neck
                   ,
                   and
                   kissed
                   him
                   withall
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   while
                   his
                   body
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   it
                   shin'd
                   as
                   bright
                
                 
                   As
                   new-try'd
                   Silver
                   ,
                   or
                   as
                   Cynthia's
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Next
                   day
                   
                     Anne
                     Potten
                  
                   and
                   
                     Joan
                     Trunch
                     field
                     ▪
                  
                   come
                
                 
                   From
                   Ipswich
                   prison
                   unto
                   Martyrdome
                   .
                
                 
                   Thomas
                   Cob
                   ,
                   William
                   Allen
                   ,
                   Roger
                   Coo
                
                 
                   Death
                   for
                   the
                   sake
                   of
                   Christ
                   did
                   undergo
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Coventry
                   and
                   
                   Litchfield-Diocess
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   
                     Robert
                     Glover
                  
                   ,
                   did
                   profess
                
                 
                   The
                   Gospel
                   ;
                   he
                   surprized
                   ,
                   had
                   his
                   doom
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   confined
                   to
                   a
                   narrow
                   room
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   dark
                   withall
                   ,
                   next
                   to
                   the
                   dungeon
                   ,
                
                 
                   Scarce
                   having
                   straw
                   enough
                   to
                   lie
                   upon
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   chair
                   nor
                   stool
                   to
                   fit
                   on
                   ;
                   none
                   might
                   look
                
                 
                   To
                   him
                   though
                   sick
                   ;
                   pen
                   ,
                   paper
                   ink
                   nor
                   book
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   not
                   allow'd
                   him
                   ;
                   yet
                   a
                   Teftament
                
                 
                   And
                   Prayer-book
                   ,
                   by
                   stealth
                   he
                   getting
                   ,
                   spent
                
                 
                   Most
                   of
                   his
                   time
                   in
                   pray'r
                   ,
                   and
                   meditation
                
                 
                   On
                   Gods
                   great
                   love
                   in
                   working
                   mans
                   salvation
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   said
                   he
                   ,
                   health
                   began
                   to
                   come
                   ;
                   my
                   peace
                
                 
                   Of
                   conscience
                   did
                   more
                   and
                   more
                   encrease
                
                 
                   God's
                   spir't
                   reviv'd
                   me
                   ;
                   I
                   had
                   sometimes
                   some
                
                 
                   Glimm'ring
                   reflections
                   of
                   .
                   the
                   life
                   to
                   come
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   for
                   his
                   own
                   Son's
                   sake
                   :
                   to
                   him
                   alwayes
                
                 
                   Be
                   Glory
                   ,
                   Honour
                   ,
                   and
                   Obedience
                   ,
                   Praise
                   .
                
                 
                   Two
                   dayes
                   before
                   his
                   death
                   ,
                   he
                   found
                   his
                   heart
                
                 
                   Less
                   lightsome
                   then
                   it
                   was
                   ,
                   and
                   fear'd
                   the
                   smart
                
                 
                   Would
                   too
                   much
                   try
                   his
                   patience
                   ,
                   for
                   his
                   pray'rs
                
                 
                   God
                   heard
                   not
                   ;
                   he
                   unbosomed
                   his
                   fears
                
                 
                   Unto
                   a
                   Godly
                   Minister
                   his
                   friend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   wish'd
                   him
                   to
                   be
                   constant
                   to
                   the
                   end
                   :
                
                 
                   O
                   play
                   the
                   man
                   ,
                   your
                   cause
                   is
                   just
                   and
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   God
                   will
                   appear
                   anon
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   warrant
                   you
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   stake
                   in
                   fight
                   ,
                   he
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   see
                   him
                   whom
                
                 
                   I
                   call'd
                   for
                   ,
                   Austin
                   ,
                   Oh
                   he
                   's
                   come
                   ,
                   he
                   's
                   come
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   look'd
                   so
                   cheerful
                   e'en
                   as
                   though
                   new
                   breath
                
                 
                   He
                   should
                   receive
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   a
                   painful
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Cornelius
                   Bongey
                   ,
                   Capper
                   
                     also
                     came
                  
                
                 
                   With
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   burned
                   in
                   the
                   self-same
                   flame
                   .
                
                 
                   Mr.
                   
                     John
                     Glover
                  
                   now
                   was
                   troubled
                   sore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seeing
                   his
                   brother
                   took
                   for
                   him
                   ;
                   therefore
                
                 
                   He
                   would
                   have
                   suff'red
                   in
                   his
                   brother's
                   stead
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   by
                   his
                   friends
                   importunings
                   he
                   fled
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   neighbouring
                   Woods
                   ,
                   did
                   there
                   abide
                
                 
                   Till
                   he
                   with
                   cares
                   and
                   cold
                   sickned
                   and
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   body
                   privately
                   was
                   buri'd
                   in
                
                 
                   The
                   Church-yard
                   :
                   they
                   his
                   bones
                   dig'd
                   up
                   agin
                
                 
                   A
                   twelvemonth
                   after
                   ,
                   threw
                   them
                   out
                   (
                   Opains
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   be
                   trampled
                   on
                   by
                   Horses
                   ,
                   Wains
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   thus
                   though
                   in
                   his
                   life
                   ,
                   he
                   scaped
                   from
                
                 
                   Their
                   rage
                   ,
                   yet
                   after
                   's
                   death
                   ,
                   on
                   him
                   they
                   come
                   .
                
                 
                   William
                   the
                   third
                   brother
                   ,
                   in
                   Shropshire
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   Might
                   not
                   (
                   by
                   their
                   consent
                   )
                   be
                   buried
                   .
                
                 
                   Wolsey
                   ,
                   and
                   Pigot
                   ,
                   suff'red
                   in
                   the
                   Isle
                
                 
                   Of
                   Ely.
                   And
                   within
                   a
                   little
                   while
                
                 
                   Bishop
                   Ridly
                   ,
                   and
                   also
                   Latimer
                
                 
                   
                     Burned
                     at
                  
                   Oxford
                   .
                   Stephen
                   Gardiner
                
                 
                   That
                   day
                   to
                   dine
                   till
                   almost
                   night
                   deferr'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   (
                   Th'
                   old
                   Norfolk
                   Duke
                   then
                   with
                   him
                   )
                   having
                   heard
                
                 
                   Word
                   of
                   their
                   deaths
                   ,
                   he
                   with
                   a
                   smiling
                   brow
                
                 
                   Said
                   to
                   the
                   Duke
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   to
                   dinner
                   now
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Table
                   fill'd
                   ,
                   as
                   merry
                   as
                   a
                   Buck
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   was
                   ,
                   but
                   on
                   a
                   sudden
                   struck
                   :
                
                 
                   (
                   Two
                   bits
                   scarce
                   eaten
                   )
                   carry'd
                   from
                   the
                   table
                
                 
                   To
                   bed
                   he
                   was
                   ,
                   his
                   pains
                   intolerable
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nature
                   he
                   could
                   not
                   ease
                   ,
                   for
                   fifteen
                   dayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   tongue
                   was
                   swoln
                   ,
                   and
                   black
                   ,
                   his
                   mouth
                   's
                   assaies
                
                 
                   Could
                   giv
                   't
                   no
                   house-room
                   ;
                   his
                   pin'd
                   body
                   all
                
                 
                   Sadly
                   enflam'd
                   ,
                   he
                   gasp'd
                   and
                   gave
                   a
                   sprawl
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     now
                  
                   John
                   Webbe
                   ,
                   George
                   Roper
                   ,
                   Greg'ry
                   Parke
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Canterbury
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   
                   not
                   miss'd
                   their
                   mark
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Whittle
                  
                   Minister
                   ,
                   accus'd
                
                 
                   By
                   Bonner
                   ,
                   was
                   most
                   wickedly
                   misus'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   fell
                   upon
                   him
                   ,
                   beat
                   him
                   with
                   his
                   fists
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   him
                   enclos'd
                   within
                   a
                   close
                   rooms
                   lifts
                   :
                
                 
                   There
                   (
                   said
                   he
                   )
                   though
                   I
                   did
                   on
                   the
                   bare
                   ground
                   lie
                
                 
                   Two
                   nights
                   I
                   (
                   prais'd
                   be
                   God
                   )
                   slep'd
                   very
                   soundly
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   ,
                   Joan
                   Warne
                   ,
                   Is'bel
                   Foster
                   ,
                   Thomas
                   Brown
                   ,
                
                 
                   John
                   Went
                   Iobn
                   Tudson
                   ,
                   Bartlet
                   Green
                   ,
                   
                     lay
                     down
                  
                
                 
                   Their
                   lives
                   together
                   did
                   at
                   Smithfield
                   stake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   heaven-prepared
                   joys
                   for
                   to
                   partake
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   last
                   of
                   which
                   going
                   to
                   bear
                   the
                   yoke
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cheerfully
                   this
                   repeated
                   Dystich
                   spoke
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   Christe
                   Deus
                   ,
                   sine
                   te
                   spes
                   est
                   mihi
                   nulla
                   salutie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Te
                   duce
                   vera
                   sequor
                   ,
                   te
                   duce
                   falsa
                   nego
                   .
                
              
               
                 In
                 English
                 thus
                 :
              
               
                 
                   O
                   Christ
                   who
                   art
                   my
                   God
                
                 
                   In
                   thee
                   for
                   mine
                   abode
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   thee
                   ,
                   I
                   onely
                   hope
                   :
                
                 
                   Vnder
                   thy
                   Conduct
                   I
                
                 
                   Seek
                   the
                   truth
                   and
                   deny
                
                 
                   The
                   falsi-loquious
                   Pope
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   He
                   was
                   a
                   man
                   exceeding
                   charitable
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   poor
                   ,
                   so
                   far
                   as
                   he
                   was
                   able
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   did
                   he
                   love
                   (
                   his
                   modesty
                   was
                   such
                   )
                
                 
                   Pop'lar
                   applause
                   ,
                   though
                   he
                   deserved
                   much
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   beatings
                   he
                   conceal'd
                   ,
                   till
                   neer
                   his
                   end
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   he
                   declar'd
                   it
                   to
                   a
                   bosome-friend
                   .
                
                 
                   Anne
                   Albright
                   ,
                   Agnes
                   Snoth
                   ,
                   Joan
                   Catmer
                   ,
                   Sole
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     At
                     Canterbury
                  
                   were
                   burnt
                   to
                   a
                   coal
                   .
                
                 
                   Good
                   Doctor
                   Cranmer
                   ,
                   then
                   of
                   Canterbury
                
                 
                   Archbishop
                   ,
                   also
                   past
                   the
                   fi'ry
                   fury
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   At
                   Salsbury
                   ,
                   on
                   William
                   Coberly
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Spicer
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   
                     John
                     Mandrel
                  
                   ,
                   so
                   did
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   Richard
                   and
                   Thomas
                   Spurge
                   ,
                   Tims
                   ,
                   Cavel
                   ,
                   Drake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ambrose
                   ,
                   all
                   
                   Essex-men
                   ,
                   fell
                   at
                   the
                   stake
                   .
                
                 
                   Master
                   Tims
                   many
                   Godly
                   letters
                   sent
                
                 
                   T'
                   his
                   friends
                   ,
                   not
                   long
                   before
                   his
                   life
                   was
                   spent
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   one
                   he
                   us'd
                   these
                   passages
                   ;
                   I
                   praise
                
                 
                   The
                   Lord
                   for
                   helping
                   you
                   to
                   minde
                   his
                   wayes
                   .
                
                 
                   Consider
                   I
                   beseech
                   you
                   ,
                   what
                   of
                   late
                
                 
                   Fell
                   from
                   my
                   lips
                   ,
                   so
                   shall
                   we
                   meet
                   in
                   state
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   'm
                   going
                   to
                   the
                   Bishops
                   coal-house
                   now
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hope
                   to
                   go
                   to
                   heaven
                   e're
                   long
                   ;
                   do
                   you
                
                 
                   Hie
                   after
                   me
                   :
                   I
                   have
                   a
                   great
                   while
                   tarri'd
                
                 
                   For
                   you
                   ;
                   but
                   seeing
                   y'
                   are
                   not
                   yet
                   prepared
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   stay
                   no
                   longer
                   ;
                   you
                   shall
                   finde
                   me
                   blest
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     singing
                  
                   ,
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Holy
                   Lord
                   of
                   Rest
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   my
                   race
                   end
                   ;
                   now
                   therefore
                   my
                   dear
                   hearts
                
                 
                   Make
                   hast
                   and
                   loyter
                   not
                   ,
                   lest
                   light
                   departs
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   yee
                   (
                   who
                   with
                   the
                   foolish
                   Virgins
                   stay
                   )
                
                 
                   Be
                   with
                   the
                   foolish
                   Virgins
                   turn'd
                   away
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   in
                   witness
                   that
                   I
                   have
                   not
                   taught
                
                 
                   Contrary
                   to
                   the
                   truth
                   revealed
                   ,
                   ought
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   blood-writ
                   name
                   I
                   send
                   you
                   ,
                   for
                   a
                   Test
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   will
                   seal
                   my
                   Doctrine
                   with
                   the
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   fare
                   you
                   well
                   ,
                   and
                   God
                   defend
                   you
                   then
                
                 
                   From
                   Antichrist
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   false
                   Priests
                   ,
                   Amen
                   .
                
                 
                   Use
                   constancy
                   in
                   pray'r
                   ,
                   with
                   faith
                   require
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   gain
                   the
                   fulness
                   of
                   your
                   choice
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Hullier
                  
                   (
                   formerly
                   an
                   Eaton
                   Sholar
                   )
                
                 
                   At
                   Ely
                   ,
                   by
                   his
                   patience
                   ,
                   conqu'red
                   dolour
                   .
                
                 
                   Hugh
                   Lavrock
                   John
                   Ap-Rice
                   ,
                   
                     this
                     blind
                     ,
                     that
                     lame
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Told
                   Bishop
                   Bonner
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   laws
                   did
                   frame
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   mens
                   lives
                   away
                   ,
                   making
                   the
                   Queen
                
                 
                   His
                   hangman
                   :
                   Bonner
                   burn'd
                   them
                   out
                   of
                   spleen
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   At
                   Stratford-Bow
                   .
                   In
                   Litchfield
                   ,
                   Colchester
                   ,
                
                 
                   Gloster
                   ,
                   and
                   Leister
                   ,
                   many
                   burned
                   were
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   
                     Julines
                     Palmer
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   more
                
                 
                   At
                   Newb'ry
                   dy'd
                   .
                   One
                   Sharp
                   at
                   Bristol
                   bore
                
                 
                   The
                   flames
                   with
                   joy
                   .
                   In
                   Darby
                   town
                   
                     Joan
                     Waste
                  
                   .
                
                 
                   (
                   Born
                   blind
                   )
                   did
                   in
                   the
                   fire
                   breath
                   out
                   her
                   last
                   .
                
                 
                   Sir
                   
                     John
                     Cheek
                  
                   for
                   the
                   truths
                   sake
                   underwent
                
                 
                   In
                   London-Tow'r
                   a
                   sore
                   imprisonment
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   new
                   Commission
                   from
                   the
                   King
                   and
                   Queen
                
                 
                   (
                   Like
                   Dracoes
                   laws
                   )
                   came
                   forth
                   ,
                   
                   that
                   they
                   which
                   lean
                
                 
                   T'
                   his
                   Holiness
                   the
                   Pope
                   ,
                   should
                   raise
                   the
                   fire
                
                 
                   Of
                   Persecution
                   yet
                   a
                   little
                   higher
                   :
                
                 
                   By
                   means
                   where
                   of
                   ,
                   throughout
                   the
                   Kingdoms
                   quarters
                
                 
                   Prisons
                   were
                   stuff'd
                   with
                   Saints
                   ,
                   fires
                   grac'd
                   with
                   Martyrs
                   .
                
                 
                   First
                   to
                   begin
                   with
                   Colchester
                   ,
                   where
                   they
                
                 
                   Apprended
                   three
                   and
                   twenty
                   in
                   one
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   burnt
                   the
                   major
                   part
                   .
                   
                     Margaret
                     Hyde
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   
                     Agnes
                     Standly
                  
                   ,
                   stak'd
                   at
                   Smithfield
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   Stephen
                   Gratwick
                   William
                   Moraunt
                   ,
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iato
                   St.
                   Georges
                   field
                   ,
                   in
                   Southwark
                   bring
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   burn
                   together
                   .
                   In
                   the
                   Diocess
                
                 
                   Of
                   Canterbury
                   ,
                   many
                   did
                   profess
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   and
                   suffered
                   .
                   In
                   Lewis
                   town
                
                 
                   Ten
                   faithful
                   servants
                   in
                   one
                   fire
                   laid
                   down
                
                 
                   Their
                   lives
                   for
                   Christ
                   ;
                   one
                   of
                   them
                   
                     Richard
                     Woodman
                  
                
                 
                   Betraid
                   was
                   b'his
                   father
                   and
                   brother
                   ,
                   (
                   good
                   man
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   Eliz'beth
                   Cooper
                   ,
                   Simon
                   Millar
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Norwich
                   fir'd
                   ;
                   Eliz'beth
                   cry'd
                   Ho
                   ,
                   ho
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shrunk
                   a
                   little
                   :
                   
                     Simon
                     Millar
                  
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Reaching
                   his
                   hand
                   out
                   to
                   her
                   ,
                   What
                   ?
                   affraid
                   ?
                
                 
                   Raise
                   up
                   your
                   spirits
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   Lord
                   be
                   strong
                
                 
                   And
                   cheerful
                   ;
                   for
                   these
                   pains
                   are
                   of
                   no
                   long
                
                 
                   Continuance
                   (
                   Good
                   sister
                   )
                   by
                   and
                   by
                
                 
                   We
                   'll
                   take
                   our
                   supper
                   with
                   alacrity
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   This
                   so
                   becalm'd
                   her
                   heart
                   ,
                   she
                   through-stitch
                   run
                
                 
                   The
                   work
                   she
                   had
                   so
                   happily
                   begun
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   committing
                   their
                   blest
                   souls
                   to
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   clim'd
                   to
                   heaven
                   ,
                   death
                   being
                   under
                   trod
                
                 
                   Mrs.
                   
                     Joyce
                     Lewis
                  
                   a
                   gentlewoman
                   born
                   ,
                
                 
                   Accuted
                   ,
                   and
                   condemn'd
                   ,
                   contemn'd
                   with
                   scorn
                
                 
                   Death's
                   rigid
                   brow
                   :
                   my
                   Christ
                   is
                   fair
                   ,
                   when
                   him
                
                 
                   I
                   see
                   (
                   said
                   she
                   )
                   death
                   looks
                   not
                   half
                   so
                   grim
                   .
                
                 
                   Urg'd
                   to
                   confess
                   before
                   her
                   end
                   begins
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   said
                   ,
                   to
                   God
                   she
                   had
                   confess'd
                   her
                   sins
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   he
                   had
                   pardon'd
                   them
                   :
                   the
                   Priest
                   befool'd
                
                 
                   Told
                   her
                   e're
                   long
                   her
                   courage
                   would
                   be
                   cool'd
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   stake
                   the
                   Mass
                   she
                   pray'd
                   against
                   ,
                   cry'd
                   then
                
                 
                   The
                   crowd
                   ,
                   and
                   Sheriffe
                   himself
                   aloud
                   ,
                   Amen
                   .
                
                 
                   Taking
                   a
                   cup
                   of
                   drink
                   ,
                   Here
                   here
                   's
                   to
                   all
                
                 
                   That
                   love
                   the
                   truth
                   ,
                   and
                   wish
                   proud
                   Babel's
                   fall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   friends
                   do
                   pledge
                   her
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   others
                   too
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   which
                   fact
                   penance
                   many
                   undergo
                   .
                
                 
                   Bound
                   at
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   her
                   smiling
                   ruddy
                   face
                
                 
                   Made
                   all
                   spectators
                   (
                   pitying
                   her
                   case
                   )
                
                 
                   Go
                   with
                   wet
                   eyes
                   ,
                   much
                   grieving
                   for
                   her
                   woes
                
                 
                   Inflicted
                   on
                   her
                   by
                   tyran'cal
                   foes
                   :
                
                 
                   She
                   striv'd
                   nor
                   strugled
                   when
                   the
                   fire
                   rag'd
                   most
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   with
                   her
                   lift-up
                   hands
                   ,
                   gave
                   up
                   the
                   ghost
                   .
                
                 
                   Ralph
                   Allerton
                   ,
                   and
                   Richard
                   Roth
                   ,
                   With
                   James
                
                 
                   Astoo
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   wife
                   ,
                   dyed
                   in
                   the
                   flames
                
                 
                   At
                   Islington
                   ;
                   as
                   did
                   at
                   Colchester
                
                 
                   Margaret
                   Thurstone
                   ,
                   and
                   Agnes
                   Bongier
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Noyes
                  
                   a
                   godly
                   Shoo-maker
                   ,
                   who
                   liv'd
                
                 
                   At
                   Laxfield
                   in
                   Suffolk
                   ,
                   sentence
                   receiv'd
                
                 
                   There
                   to
                   burn'd
                   :
                   the
                   people
                   in
                   the
                   town
                
                 
                   Put
                   out
                   their
                   fiers
                   ,
                   and
                   no
                   house
                   but
                   one
                
                 
                   (
                   And
                   that
                   discov'red
                   by
                   the
                   Chimnies
                   smoak
                   )
                
                 
                   Had
                   some
                   :
                   the
                   Sheriffe
                   and
                   's
                   Officers
                   in
                   broke
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   So
                   got
                   a
                   coal
                   .
                   
                     John
                     Noys
                  
                   fell
                   down
                   and
                   pray'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   being
                   bound
                   unto
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   he
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fear
                   not
                   the
                   bodies
                   killer
                   ,
                   but
                   him
                   ,
                   who
                
                 
                   Can
                   kill
                   thee
                   ,
                   damne
                   thee
                   ,
                   soul
                   and
                   body
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   Seeing
                   his
                   sister
                   weep
                   ,
                   he
                   thus
                   begins
                   ,
                
                 
                   Weep
                   not
                   for
                   me
                   ,
                   but
                   weep
                   you
                   for
                   your
                   sins
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   took
                   a
                   faggot
                   up
                   ,
                   gave
                   it
                   a
                   kiss
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   said
                   ,
                   Did
                   I
                   e're
                   think
                   to
                   come
                   to
                   this
                   ?
                
                 
                   Blessed
                   be
                   God
                   that
                   ever
                   I
                   was
                   born
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   spake
                   he
                   to
                   the
                   people
                   ,
                   Of
                   bread-corn
                
                 
                   They
                   tell
                   you
                   they
                   can
                   make
                   God
                   ,
                   but
                   beleive
                
                 
                   Them
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                   nor
                   their
                   false
                   truths
                   receive
                   :
                
                 
                   Pray
                   bear
                   me
                   witness
                   I
                   expect
                   salvation
                
                 
                   Not
                   by
                   mine
                   own
                   good
                   works
                   but
                   Christ
                   his
                   passion
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   was
                   kindled
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   last-spoke
                   word
                
                 
                   Was
                   Christ
                   have
                   mercy
                   ,
                   O
                   have
                   mercy
                   Lord.
                
                 
                   Within
                   the
                   Diocess
                   of
                   Chichester
                   ,
                
                 
                   Many
                   accus'd
                   ,
                   condemn'd
                   and
                   burned
                   were
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Hillingdal
                     ,
                     Sparrow
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   one
                   Gibson
                   dy'd
                
                 
                   In
                   Smithfield
                   flames
                   .
                   
                     John
                     Rough
                  
                   Minister
                   try'd
                
                 
                   With
                   
                     Marg'ret
                     Mearing
                  
                   ,
                   neer
                   about
                   this
                   time
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   also
                   burned
                   for
                   the
                   self-same
                   crime
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Cuthbert
                     Sympson
                  
                   ,
                   Deacon
                   ,
                   in
                   one
                   day
                
                 
                   Though
                   rack'd
                   no
                   less
                   then
                   thrice
                   ,
                   would
                   not
                   betray
                
                 
                   The
                   Congregation
                   ,
                   lying
                   in
                   the
                   stocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   midnight
                   one
                   (
                   whom
                   he
                   well
                   heard
                   )
                   unlocks
                
                 
                   The
                   coal-house
                   doors
                   ,
                   and
                   though
                   no
                   candles
                   light
                
                 
                   Nor
                   fire's
                   he
                   saw
                   ,
                   yet
                   his
                   amazed
                   sight
                
                 
                   Splendour
                   beheld
                   ;
                   he
                   that
                   came
                   in
                   said
                   Ha!
                
                 
                   And
                   after
                   that
                   ,
                   soon
                   vanished
                   away
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   much
                   rejoyc'd
                   his
                   soul
                   ;
                   upon
                   the
                   morrow
                
                 
                   He
                   ,
                   
                     Hugh
                     Fox
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   one
                   
                     Devnish
                     ▪
                  
                   fire
                   went
                   thorough
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Thomas
                   Hudson
                   ,
                   Thomas
                   Carman
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     William
                     Seaman
                  
                   ,
                   Norfolk-men
                   ,
                   did
                   go
                
                 
                 
                   Through
                   tribulation
                   to
                   heavenly
                   bliss
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   have
                   the
                   crown
                   their
                   own
                   ,
                   the
                   cross
                   they
                   kiss
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   was
                   one
                   mother
                   Bennet
                   of
                   the
                   town
                
                 
                   Wetherset
                   ,
                   who
                   was
                   driven
                   up
                   and
                   down
                
                 
                   For
                   Jesus
                   sake
                   ;
                   returning
                   home
                   ,
                   she
                   dy'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   corps
                   b'ing
                   buri'd
                   by
                   the
                   high-wayes
                   side
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   was
                   exceeding
                   lib'ral
                   to
                   the
                   poor
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   mate
                   once
                   told
                   her
                   merrily
                   ,
                   their
                   store
                
                 
                   If
                   she
                   had
                   bin
                   but
                   sparing
                   ,
                   had
                   bin
                   much
                
                 
                   To
                   what
                   it
                   was
                   :
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   I
                   cannot
                   grutch
                
                 
                   The
                   poor
                   :
                   Alas
                   !
                   good
                   husband
                   ,
                   be
                   content
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   us
                   be
                   thankful
                   ,
                   God
                   enough
                   hath
                   sent
                   ;
                
                 
                   Wee
                   still
                   (
                   sweet
                   heart
                   )
                   have
                   good
                   competent
                   fare
                   :
                
                 
                   
                     Content's
                     a
                     fear
                     although
                     the
                     feast
                     be
                     bare
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   I
                   cannot
                   see
                   the
                   needie's
                   wants
                   ,
                   and
                   hoard
                   ,
                
                 
                   Least
                   in
                   so
                   doing
                   I
                   displease
                   the
                   Lord
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   husband
                   let
                   's
                   be
                   rich
                   in
                   good
                   works
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   pleasing
                   God
                   ,
                   we
                   shall
                   have
                   all
                   at
                   will.
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Cicely
                     Orms
                  
                   b'ing
                   ask'd
                   ,
                   over
                   his
                   head
                
                 
                   What
                   't
                   was
                   the
                   Priest
                   held
                   up
                   ?
                   she
                   answ'red
                   ,
                   Bread
                
                 
                   Bread
                   at
                   the
                   best
                   ;
                   and
                   if
                   you
                   do
                   endeavour
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   it
                   better
                   ,
                   't
                   will
                   be
                   worse
                   then
                   ever
                   .
                
                 
                   Brought
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   she
                   kiss'd
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   respir'd
                
                 
                   Welcome
                   Christs
                   cross
                   ,
                   his
                   sweet
                   cross
                   so
                   desir'd
                
                 
                   My
                   soul
                   doth
                   magnify
                   the
                   Lord
                   ,
                   my
                   spirit
                
                 
                   In
                   God
                   rejoyceth
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   Saviours
                   merit
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   casting
                   up
                   her
                   head
                   ,
                   on
                   heaven
                   she
                   fix'd
                
                 
                   Her
                   eyes
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   the
                   flames
                   her
                   hands
                   commix'd
                
                 
                   She
                   yielded
                   up
                   the
                   ghost
                   .
                   
                     Thomas
                     Spurdance
                  
                
                 
                   Of
                   Norwich
                   suff'red
                   for
                   the
                   truths
                   advance
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     George
                     Eagles
                  
                   ,
                   Tailour
                   ,
                   travell'd
                   up
                   and
                   down
                
                 
                   In
                   sev'ral
                   countries
                   ,
                   went
                   from
                   town
                   to
                   town
                
                 
                   Confirming
                   weaker
                   Saints
                   :
                   in
                   a
                   short
                   season
                
                 
                   At
                   Chelmsford
                   he
                   condemned
                   was
                   for
                   treason
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   hang'd
                   up
                   with
                   two
                   theevs
                   ,
                   the
                   one
                   where
                   of
                
                 
                   With
                   tears
                   sought
                   Christ
                   ,
                   the
                   orher
                   with
                   this
                   scoffe
                
                 
                   Put
                   off
                   
                     George
                     Eagle's
                  
                   exhortation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   Captain
                   leads
                   ,
                   we
                   shall
                   to
                   heaven
                   anon
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Pen'tent
                   thiese
                   did
                   call
                   upon
                   the
                   Lord.
                
                 
                   The
                   mockers
                   fhtt'ring
                   tongue
                   spake
                   not
                   one
                   word
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   ladder
                   .
                   Eagles
                   was
                   cut
                   down
                
                 
                   Half
                   dead
                   ,
                   his
                   heart
                   pull'd
                   out
                   ,
                   his
                   members
                   strown
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     George
                     Eagles
                  
                   sister
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   man
                   call'd
                   Fryer
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Rochester
                   did
                   in
                   the
                   fire
                   expire
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Proclamation
                   was
                   sent
                   about
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   That
                   all
                   good
                   books
                   within
                   this
                   Realm
                   set
                   out
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   from
                   beyond
                   seas
                   brought
                   ,
                   should
                   all
                   be
                   turn'd
                
                 
                   To
                   ashes
                   ;
                   if
                   not
                   so
                   ,
                   their
                   owners
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Soon
                   after
                   this
                   dire
                   Proclamation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Twice
                   twenty
                   persons
                   met
                   neer
                   
                     I
                     slington
                  
                
                 
                   Were
                   caught
                   ,
                   some
                   scap'd
                   ,
                   some
                   burn'd
                   with
                   faggot-sticks
                
                 
                   In
                   Smithfield
                   thirteen
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   Brainford
                   six
                   .
                
                 
                   Amongst
                   these
                   Godly
                   persons
                   there
                   was
                   one
                
                 
                   Nam'd
                   
                     Roger
                     Holland
                  
                   ,
                   (
                   who
                   had
                   boldly
                   done
                
                 
                   His
                   duty
                   in
                   reproving
                   bloody
                   Bonner
                   )
                
                 
                   Spake
                   thus
                   :
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                   redeem
                   his
                   honour
                
                 
                   With
                   your
                   destruction
                   ,
                   and
                   will
                   soon
                   asswage
                
                 
                   (
                   His
                   spir't
                   so
                   tells
                   me
                   )
                   your
                   unbridled
                   rage
                
                 
                   Against
                   his
                   Church
                   ;
                   he
                   heareth
                   the
                   complaints
                
                 
                   His
                   servants
                   make
                   ,
                   for
                   the
                   afflicted
                   Saints
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whom
                   you
                   so
                   dayly
                   persecuted
                   have
                
                 
                   As
                   us
                   you
                   do
                   now
                   :
                   Christ
                   will
                   shortly
                   save
                
                 
                   His
                   spotless
                   Spouse
                   ;
                   in
                   God
                   I
                   dare
                   be
                   bold
                
                 
                   To
                   tell
                   you
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   too
                   fierce
                   to
                   hold
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   my
                   dear
                   breth'ren
                   ,
                   know
                   that
                   in
                   this
                   place
                
                 
                   After
                   this
                   day
                   ,
                   not
                   any
                   shall
                   embrace
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   and
                   faggot
                   by
                   this
                   means
                   procur'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Mark
                   what
                   I
                   say
                   ,
                   and
                   be
                   thereof
                   assur'd
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Which
                   came
                   to
                   pass
                   ;
                   for
                   ,
                   for
                   the
                   Lord
                   Christ's
                   sake
                
                 
                   None
                   after
                   them
                   suff'red
                   at
                   Smithfield
                   stake
                   .
                
                 
                   Said
                   Bonner
                   then
                   ,
                   What
                   ?
                   Roger
                   I
                   perceive
                   here
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   as
                   bad
                   an
                   Heretick
                   as
                   ever
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   thine
                   anger
                   thou
                   wouldst
                   now
                   become
                
                 
                   A
                   railing
                   Proph't
                   ,
                   but
                   th'hadst
                   as
                   good
                   be
                   dumbe
                   :
                
                 
                   Though
                   thou
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   like
                   thee
                   ,
                   would
                   see
                   me
                   turn'd
                
                 
                   Over
                   the
                   ladder
                   ,
                   yet
                   to
                   see
                   thee
                   burn'd
                
                 
                   I
                   shall
                   live
                   ;
                   yea
                   ,
                   and
                   (
                   before
                   God
                   I
                   vow
                   )
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   make
                   you
                   rue
                   it
                   ,
                   ev'ry
                   one
                   of
                   you
                
                 
                   That
                   comes
                   within
                   my
                   clutches
                   ;
                   so
                   he
                   went.
                
                 
                   Roger
                   call'd
                   on
                   the
                   people
                   to
                   repent
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   think
                   well
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   Saints
                   ,
                   that
                   past
                
                 
                   The
                   fiery
                   tryal
                   ,
                   which
                   not
                   long
                   should
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   God
                   intended
                   to
                   abridge
                   straightwayes
                
                 
                   For
                   his
                   elect's
                   sake
                   ,
                   those
                   sanguineous
                   dayes
                   .
                
                 
                   Roger
                   embrac'd
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   and
                   said
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                
                 
                   I
                   praise
                   thee
                   for
                   affording
                   me
                   thy
                   word
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fellowship
                   with
                   Saints
                   ,
                   which
                   in
                   heavens
                   coasts
                
                 
                   Sing
                   ,
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Lord
                   of
                   Hosts
                   :
                
                 
                   O
                   God
                   receive
                   my
                   soul
                   ,
                   preserve
                   thy
                   flock
                   ,
                
                 
                   Save
                   them
                   from
                   Idols
                   ,
                   O
                   be
                   thou
                   their
                   Rock
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   with
                   his
                   fellowes
                   praising
                   God
                   above
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   all
                   reposed
                   in
                   the
                   arms
                   of
                   love
                
                 
                   There
                   was
                   one
                   
                     William
                     Pikes
                  
                   amongst
                   the
                   six
                
                 
                   (
                   VVhich
                   dy'd
                   at
                   Brainford
                   )
                   false-nam'd
                   Hereticks
                   :
                
                 
                   VVho
                   (
                   while
                   that
                   he
                   his
                   liberty
                   enjoy'd
                   )
                
                 
                   I'
                   th'
                   Summer
                   ,
                   at
                   noon-day
                   ,
                   (
                   of
                   cares
                   devoyd
                   )
                
                 
                   His
                   Bible
                   with
                   him
                   in
                   t'
                   his
                   garden
                   took
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sate
                   down
                   to
                   read
                   upon
                   it
                   ;
                   on
                   his
                   book
                
                 
                   Four
                   drops
                   of
                   blood
                   fell
                   suddenly
                   ,
                   he
                   knows
                
                 
                   Not
                   whence
                   it
                   came
                   ;
                   t'
                   his
                   call'd-wife
                   it
                   he
                   showes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Saying
                   ,
                   I
                   well
                   perceive
                   God
                   will
                   have
                   blood
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   cannot
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   it
                   must
                   not
                   be
                   withstood
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   His
                   will
                   be
                   done
                   ;
                   God
                   help
                   me
                   to
                   abide
                
                 
                   The
                   trial
                   ,
                   for
                   without
                   him
                   I
                   shall
                   slide
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   they
                   went
                   to
                   pray'r
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   short
                   space
                
                 
                   Burned
                   he
                   was
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   aforenam'd
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Hinshaw
                  
                   ,
                   like
                   a
                   dog
                   was
                   us'd
                
                 
                   By
                   Harpsfield
                   first
                   ,
                   by
                   Bonner
                   next
                   abus'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   in
                   an
                   arbour
                   pulled
                   down
                   his
                   breeches
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVhip'd
                   him
                   with
                   willow-rods
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   sharp
                   speeches
                
                 
                   Returned
                   him
                   to
                   prison
                   :
                   there
                   was
                   one
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Willis
                  
                   the
                   like
                   usage
                   undergone
                   ;
                
                 
                   T'
                   whom
                   Bonner
                   thus
                   ,
                   Me
                   bloody
                   Bonner
                   call
                
                 
                   Ye
                   do
                   ,
                   a
                   plague
                   of
                   God
                   upon
                   you
                   all
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   'd
                   fain
                   be
                   rid
                   of
                   you
                   ,
                   but
                   you
                   delight
                
                 
                   In
                   burning
                   sure
                   I
                   think
                   ;
                   but
                   if
                   I
                   might
                
                 
                   Have
                   my
                   desires
                   ,
                   O
                   then
                   I'faith
                   I
                   'd
                   stitch
                
                 
                   Your
                   mouths
                   up
                   ,
                   sack
                   you
                   ,
                   throw
                   you
                   in
                   a
                   ditch
                
                 
                   Or
                   down
                   the
                   stream
                   ,
                   this
                   would
                   I
                   do
                   with
                   speed
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   fingers
                   itch
                   to
                   do
                   this
                   pious
                   deed
                   .
                
                 
                   Upon
                   a
                   time
                   Bonner
                   came
                   to
                   the
                   stocks
                
                 
                   VVhere
                   this
                   
                     John
                     Willis
                  
                   lay
                   ,
                   and
                   spake
                   with
                   mocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   like
                   you
                   (
                   John
                   )
                   your
                   lodging
                   and
                   your
                   fare
                   ?
                
                 
                   Willis
                   said
                   ,
                   VVell
                   ,
                   had
                   I
                   a
                   straw-pad
                   here
                   .
                
                 
                   VVhile
                   thus
                   they
                   commun'd
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   good
                   man's
                   wife
                
                 
                   Came
                   (
                   great
                   with
                   child
                   )
                   to
                   beg
                   her
                   husbands
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   Told
                   Bonner
                   she
                   within
                   his
                   house
                   would
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   there
                   (
                   her
                   count
                   neer
                   out
                   )
                   her
                   belly
                   lay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unless
                   her
                   (
                   loving
                   )
                   husband
                   might
                   be
                   sreed
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   pack
                   along
                   with
                   her
                   .
                   Indeed
                   ,
                   indeed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Said
                   Bonner
                   then
                   ,
                   that
                   were
                   a
                   handsom
                   trick
                   :
                
                 
                   How
                   say'st
                   thou
                   John
                   ,
                   thou
                   damned
                   Heretick
                   ;
                
                 
                   Suppose
                   thy
                   wife
                   should
                   with
                   her
                   brat
                   mscarry
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   perish
                   man
                   ,
                   art
                   thou
                   not
                   accessary
                
                 
                   To
                   both
                   their
                   deaths
                   ?
                   what
                   thinkst
                   thou
                   ?
                   To
                   be
                   short
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   woman
                   would
                   not
                   go
                   (
                   '
                   cwas
                   pretty
                   sport
                
                 
                 
                   To
                   hear
                   these
                   parly
                   )
                   Bonner
                   lest
                   in
                   's
                   house
                
                 
                   She
                   should
                   cry
                   out
                   ,
                   did
                   let
                   her
                   husband
                   loose
                
                 
                   On
                   easie
                   tearms
                   .
                   A
                   Godly
                   Minister
                
                 
                   Nam'd
                   Mr.
                   
                     Richard
                     Yeomans
                  
                   ,
                   much
                   did
                   bear
                   :
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   (
                   he
                   finding
                   how
                   his
                   foes
                   were
                   bent
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   away
                   his
                   life
                   )
                   went
                   down
                   to
                   Kent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Selling
                   pins
                   ,
                   needles
                   ,
                   points
                   ,
                   thred
                   ,
                   white
                   and
                   black
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   odd
                   trifiles
                   ,
                   to
                   supply
                   the
                   lack
                
                 
                   Of
                   himself
                   ,
                   his
                   poor
                   wife
                   and
                   childeren
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   was
                   imprison'd
                   but
                   releas'd
                   agen
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   went
                   to
                   Hadly
                   to
                   his
                   wife
                   ,
                   and
                   there
                
                 
                   Hiring
                   a
                   chamber
                   ,
                   they
                   abode
                   a
                   year
                   ;
                
                 
                   Carding
                   of
                   Wool
                   he
                   sets
                   himself
                   about
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   spins
                   ;
                   thus
                   pick
                   they
                   a
                   poor
                   living
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   length
                   the
                   Parson
                   having
                   understood
                
                 
                   How
                   this
                   good
                   old
                   man
                   liv'd
                   ,
                   he
                   took
                   a
                   brood
                
                 
                   Of
                   Officers
                   with
                   him
                   ,
                   at
                   night
                   ,
                   rebound
                
                 
                   He
                   made
                   the
                   doors
                   ,
                   search'd
                   diligently
                   ,
                   found
                
                 
                   Old
                   father
                   Yeomans
                   and
                   his
                   family
                   laid
                
                 
                   In
                   bed
                   together
                   ;
                   whereupon
                   he
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ne're
                   trust
                   me
                   if
                   I
                   did
                   not
                   think
                   a
                   knave
                
                 
                   I
                   with
                   a
                   whore
                   should
                   finde
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   I
                   have
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   would
                   have
                   pull'd
                   the
                   bed-cloaths
                   off
                   withall
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   father
                   Yeomans
                   held
                   them
                   fast
                   :
                   Call
                   ,
                   call
                
                 
                   Us
                   what
                   you
                   please
                   ,
                   here
                   's
                   neither
                   knave
                   nor
                   whore
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   cojugal
                   pair
                   in
                   God
                   (
                   though
                   poor
                   )
                
                 
                   I
                   bless
                   God
                   for
                   it
                   ;
                   you
                   in
                   darkness
                   grope
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   defie
                   (
                   with
                   all
                   his
                   trash
                   )
                   the
                   Pope
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   in
                   the
                   cage
                   they
                   carri'd
                   him
                   away
                   ;
                
                 
                   There
                   to
                   the
                   stocks
                   with
                   one
                   
                     John
                     Dale
                  
                   he
                   lay
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   VVho
                   shortly
                   after
                   dy'd
                   )
                   he
                   told's
                   faith
                   ,
                   for
                   which
                
                 
                   Degraded
                   and
                   condemn'd
                   he
                   burnt
                   at
                   Norwich
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     John
                     Alcock
                  
                   a
                   young
                   man
                   ,
                   by
                   trade
                   a
                   Shear-man
                
                 
                   In
                   
                   Hadly-Parish
                   said
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                   not
                   fear
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   But
                   God
                   if
                   for
                   my
                   God
                   I
                   suffer
                   may
                   ,
                
                 
                   'T
                   will
                   be
                   a
                   happy
                   and
                   a
                   joyful
                   day
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   the
                   Pope
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   be
                   forgiven
                
                 
                   By
                   him
                   forgive
                   me
                   thou
                   great
                   God
                   of
                   heaven
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   was
                   a
                   Newgate
                   pris'ner
                   hereupon
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thrust
                   into
                   the
                   lower
                   dungeon
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   he
                   with
                   cruel
                   handling
                   ,
                   and
                   beside
                
                 
                   Ill
                   keeping
                   ,
                   suddenly
                   fell
                   sick
                   and
                   dy'd
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Mr.
                   
                     Thomas
                     Benbridge
                  
                   though
                   estate
                
                 
                   Enough
                   he
                   had
                   ,
                   yet
                   through
                   the
                   narrow
                   gate
                
                 
                   Of
                   persecution
                   did
                   he
                   chuse
                   to
                   enter
                
                 
                   Into
                   heaven's
                   Kingdom
                   ;
                   manfully
                   adventure
                
                 
                   His
                   life
                   and
                   limb
                   for
                   Christ
                   ,
                   Truth
                   he
                   defended
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   Pope
                   till
                   he
                   was
                   apprehended
                   ,
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   therefore
                   ;
                   at
                   the
                   place
                   unappal'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   rich
                   apparel
                   he
                   put
                   off
                   ,
                   and
                   call'd
                
                 
                   Upon
                   his
                   God
                   ;
                   then
                   fastned
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Said
                   Dr.
                   Seaton
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   Do
                   but
                   make
                
                 
                   A
                   recantation
                   ,
                   and
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                   freed
                   ;
                
                 
                   Said
                   Mr.
                   Benbridge
                   ,
                   Shall
                   I
                   so
                   ,
                   indeed
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   thank
                   you
                   ,
                   but
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   ,
                   Christ's
                   my
                   Guerdon
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   don't
                   regard
                   you
                   man
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   nor
                   your
                   pardon
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Doctor
                   said
                   ,
                   In
                   troth
                   it
                   is
                   a
                   sin
                
                 
                   Good
                   folk
                   ,
                   to
                   pray
                   for
                   such
                   a
                   dog
                   ;
                   begin
                
                 
                   Benbridge
                   ,
                   begin
                   a
                   new
                   leaf
                   wilt
                   thou
                   ?
                   say
                   ?
                
                 
                   Away
                   thou
                   Babylonian
                   ,
                   away
                   ,
                
                 
                   Benbridge
                   reply'd
                   ;
                   they
                   kindled
                   then
                   the
                   wood
                
                 
                   VVhich
                   burnt
                   his
                   beard
                   ,
                   yet
                   he
                   unmoved
                   stood
                   :
                
                 
                   Fire
                   seiz'd
                   on
                   's
                   legs
                   ;
                   unable
                   to
                   abide
                
                 
                   So
                   grievous
                   pains
                   ,
                   
                     I
                     do
                     Recant
                  
                   he
                   cry'd
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   's
                   removed
                   and
                   his
                   life
                   is
                   granted
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   his
                   recantation
                   recanted
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   it
                   pleasing
                   God
                   his
                   conscience
                   to
                   awake
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   six
                   dayes
                   after
                   suff'red
                   at
                   the
                   stake
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   John
                   Cook
                   ,
                   James
                   Ashly
                   ,
                   Alexander
                   Lane
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     Robert
                     Miles
                  
                   ,
                   because
                   they
                   did
                   abstain
                
                 
                   From
                   going
                   to
                   the
                   Church
                   ,
                   did
                   pass
                   the
                   Fury
                
                 
                   Of
                   corm'rant
                   Vulcan
                   at
                   St.
                   
                     Edmunds
                     Bury
                  
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Philip
                   Humphry
                   ,
                   John
                   and
                   Henry
                   David
                   ,
                
                 
                   Two
                   brothers
                   ,
                   were
                   destroy'd
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   were
                   saved
                   .
                
                 
                   Green
                   Wilmot
                   ,
                   Williams
                   ,
                   Cotton
                   ,
                   Collingborow
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Harris
                   ,
                   whip'd
                   run
                   through
                   a
                   deal
                   of
                   sorrow
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   Alexander
                   Gouge
                   ,
                   Alice
                   Driver
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Mr.
                   Noon
                   a
                   
                   Suffolk-Justice
                   were
                
                 
                   So
                   hunted
                   after
                   ,
                   that
                   a
                   while
                   they
                   lay
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   safety
                   sake
                   ,
                   hid
                   in
                   a
                   mow
                   of
                   hay
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Justice
                   with
                   his
                   men
                   searching
                   about
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thrust
                   Pitch-forks
                   in
                   the
                   mow
                   ,
                   and
                   found
                   them
                   out
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sent
                   them
                   to
                   Melton
                   goal
                   ,
                   where
                   being
                   prov'd
                
                 
                   A
                   certain
                   time
                   ,
                   they
                   were
                   to
                   Bury
                   mov'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   At
                   the
                   Assizes
                   ,
                   they
                   Christ
                   crucifi'd
                
                 
                   Boldly
                   confessed
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Pope
                   defi'd
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Alce
                     Driver
                  
                   did
                   compare
                   (
                   exceeding
                   well
                   )
                
                 
                   Queen
                   Mary
                   ,
                   in
                   her
                   rage
                   ,
                   to
                   Jesabel
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   ears
                   to
                   be
                   cut
                   off
                   the
                   Judge
                   procur'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hereat
                   ,
                   which
                   she
                   rejoycingly
                   endur'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Both
                   are
                   to
                   Ipswieh
                   sent
                   examin'd
                   there
                
                 
                   By
                   Dr.
                   
                     Spencer
                     ,
                     Norwich
                  
                   Chanceller
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   others
                   ;
                   the
                   main
                   matter
                   was
                   intent
                
                 
                   About
                   Christs
                   presence
                   in
                   the
                   Sacrament
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Alce
                     Driver
                  
                   did
                   so
                   baffle
                   them
                   herein
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   had
                   nothing
                   to
                   reply
                   agin
                   :
                
                 
                   Thus
                   she
                   concluded
                   then
                   ,
                   the
                   Lord
                   be
                   blest
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   (
                   though
                   learn'd
                   )
                   not
                   able
                   in
                   the
                   least
                
                 
                   T'
                   oppose
                   God's
                   spirit
                   in
                   me
                   a
                   silly
                   woman
                
                 
                   Of
                   low
                   degree
                   ,
                   and
                   tutoured
                   by
                   no
                   man
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   no
                   Academick
                   ,
                   nor
                   was
                   I
                
                 
                   E're
                   brought
                   up
                   in
                   the
                   University
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   As
                   ye
                   have
                   been
                   ;
                   yet
                   in
                   the
                   truths
                   defence
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   the
                   cause
                   of
                   Christ
                   my
                   Master
                   ,
                   whence
                
                 
                   I
                   power
                   derive
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   set
                   foot
                   to
                   foot
                
                 
                   To
                   any
                   of
                   you
                   ,
                   if
                   you
                   put
                   me
                   to
                   't
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   maintain
                   the
                   same
                   ;
                   and
                   if
                   I
                   had
                
                 
                   A
                   thousand
                   lives
                   to
                   lose
                   ,
                   I
                   should
                   be
                   glad
                
                 
                   To
                   let
                   all
                   go
                   for
                   it
                   .
                   The
                   Chancellour
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   ,
                   and
                   sent
                   her
                   to
                   the
                   Sec'lar
                   power
                   .
                
                 
                   Gouge
                   also
                   was
                   condemn'd
                   for
                   Christ
                   his
                   name
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   both
                   sweetly
                   dy'd
                   in
                   Ipswich
                   flame
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Alce
                     Driver's
                  
                   neck
                   being
                   chain'd
                   ,
                   O
                   said
                   she
                   (
                   heed
                   )
                
                 
                   Here
                   is
                   a
                   goodly
                   handkerchief
                   indeed
                   !
                
                 
                   VVell
                   ,
                   God
                   be
                   praised
                   for
                   it
                   .
                   As
                   they
                   stand
                
                 
                   At
                   stake
                   ,
                   some
                   came
                   to
                   take
                   them
                   by
                   the
                   hand
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Sheriffe
                   bids
                   they
                   be
                   caught
                   :
                   the
                   crowd
                   forbid
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Sheriffe
                   bids
                   let
                   alone
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   they
                   did
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   liv'd
                   in
                   Cornwall
                   a
                   religious
                   Dame
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   husband
                   a
                   recusant
                   ,
                   often
                   came
                
                 
                   To
                   hear
                   Mass
                   read
                   ,
                   nor
                   would
                   he
                   ever
                   lin
                
                 
                   Till
                   his
                   forc'd-wife
                   did
                   joyn
                   with
                   him
                   therein
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   was
                   no
                   little
                   trouble
                   to
                   her
                   soul
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   thereupon
                   did
                   seek
                   the
                   Lord
                   ,
                   and
                   roul
                
                 
                   Her self
                   upon
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   by
                   earnest
                   prayer
                
                 
                   Crav'd
                   his
                   direction
                   ;
                   God
                   was
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   hear
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   one
                   night
                   fill'd
                   her
                   with
                   such
                   spir'tual
                   mirth
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   enjoy'd
                   a
                   little
                   heaven
                   on
                   earth
                   ;
                
                 
                   From
                   husband
                   ,
                   children
                   ,
                   and
                   from
                   all
                   she
                   run
                
                 
                   For
                   conscience
                   sake
                   ,
                   and
                   for
                   her
                   living
                   spun
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   to
                   her
                   husband
                   she
                   return'd
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   (
                   but
                   a
                   very
                   little
                   time
                   being
                   past
                   )
                
                 
                   Her
                   neighbours
                   apprehending
                   ,
                   carry'd
                   her
                
                 
                   To
                   th'Bishop
                   of
                   the
                   town
                   of
                   Exeter
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   was
                   condemned
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   reason
                   why
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVas
                   that
                   she
                   spake
                   against
                   Idolatry
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   said
                   to
                   her
                   ,
                   VVoman
                   do
                   y'hear
                   ?
                
                 
                   Minde
                   your
                   good
                   husband
                   ,
                   and
                   your
                   children
                   dear
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   answered
                   ,
                   Remembred
                   and
                   forgot
                
                 
                   They
                   're
                   soon
                   ;
                   I
                   have
                   them
                   and
                   I
                   have
                   them
                   not
                   :
                
                 
                   While
                   I
                   enjoy'd
                   my
                   ease
                   ,
                   I
                   them
                   enjoy'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   (
                   all
                   such
                   relations
                   are
                   voyd
                   )
                
                 
                   Standing
                   here
                   ,
                   as
                   I
                   do
                   ,
                   in
                   Christ
                   his
                   cause
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   I
                   must
                   either
                   frangifie
                   the
                   Laws
                
                 
                   Of
                   Grace
                   ,
                   or
                   Nature
                   ;
                   either
                   Christ
                   forsake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   my
                   Husband
                   ;
                   I
                   'm
                   content
                   to
                   take
                
                 
                   Christ
                   as
                   my
                   heavenly
                   Spouse
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   renounce
                
                 
                   The
                   other
                   with
                   my
                   children
                   all
                   at
                   once
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Bishop
                   after
                   much
                   Argumentation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Gave
                   her
                   a
                   months
                   time
                   for
                   consideration
                   .
                
                 
                   Seeing
                   a
                   Dutch-man
                   who
                   new
                   Noses
                   made
                
                 
                   For
                   images
                   defac'd
                   when
                   Edward
                   swaid
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   said
                   ,
                   Mad-man
                   ,
                   what
                   meanst
                   thou
                   to
                   compose
                
                 
                   New
                   Noses
                   for
                   such
                   images
                   as
                   those
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   will
                   so
                   shortly
                   loose
                   their
                   heads
                   ?
                   For
                   this
                
                 
                   She
                   was
                   close
                   pris'ner
                   kep'd
                   ,
                   nor
                   did
                   she
                   miss
                
                 
                   Threatnings
                   ,
                   taunts
                   scoffes
                   ,
                   call'd
                   Anabaptist
                   ,
                   whore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mad-woman
                   ,
                   drunkard
                   ,
                   vagabond
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   many
                   specious
                   promises
                   were
                   us'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   liberty
                   ,
                   of
                   wealth
                   ;
                   which
                   she
                   refus'd
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   husband
                   ,
                   goods
                   ,
                   and
                   children
                   they
                   affail
                
                 
                   To
                   win
                   her
                   but
                   yet
                   nothing
                   would
                   prevail
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   heart
                   was
                   fixed
                   trusting
                   in
                   the
                   Lord
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   had
                   cast
                   anchor
                   ,
                   and
                   renounc'd
                   ,
                   abhor'd
                
                 
                   The
                   sin-involved
                   world
                   ,
                   with
                   all
                   the
                   wiles
                
                 
                   Which
                   Satan
                   uses
                   when
                   he
                   souls
                   beguiles
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   was
                   devoyd
                   of
                   learning
                   ,
                   yet
                   so
                   vers'd
                
                 
                   I'
                   th'
                   Scriptures
                   ,
                   that
                   not
                   onely
                   she
                   rehers'd
                
                 
                   Apposite
                   proofs
                   ,
                   Quotations
                   ,
                   but
                   could
                   tell
                
                 
                   The
                   Book
                   and
                   Chapter
                   also
                   very
                   well
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   and
                   given
                   to
                   the
                   sec'lar
                   power
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   country
                   Gentlemen
                   came
                   flocking
                   to
                   her
                
                 
                   Bidding
                   her
                   ,
                   yet
                   to
                   call
                   on
                   God
                   for
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cease
                   her
                   fond
                   opinions
                   to
                   embrace
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   got'her
                   husband
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   children
                   dear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   a
                   woman
                   ignorant
                   (
                   we
                   fear
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   these
                   things
                   are
                   too
                   far
                   above
                   thy
                   reach
                
                 
                   (
                   Said
                   they
                   )
                   the
                   shrub
                   is
                   lower
                   then
                   the
                   Beach
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   ,
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   indeed
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   my
                   breath
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   give
                   in
                   witness
                   ,
                   of
                   my
                   Saviours
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   do
                   not
                   put
                   me
                   off
                   with
                   longer
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   Ah!
                   I
                   am
                   impatient
                   of
                   delay
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   love
                   hath
                   wings
                   ,
                   it
                   hovers
                   up
                   and
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   can
                   it
                   rest
                   ,
                   till
                   glory
                   is
                   her
                   own
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   heart
                   is
                   fixed
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   never
                   go
                
                 
                   From
                   what
                   I
                   said
                   ,
                   nor
                   do
                   as
                   others
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   said
                   the
                   Bishop
                   ,
                   There
                   's
                   no
                   hopes
                   to
                   win
                   her
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   devil
                   leadeth
                   her
                   ,
                   the
                   devil
                   is
                   in
                   her
                   .
                
                 
                   Not
                   so
                   my
                   Lord
                   (
                   quoth
                   she
                   )
                   Christ
                   is
                   my
                   guide
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Spirit
                   upholds
                   me
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   cannot
                   slide
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   ,
                   when
                   she
                   heard
                   deaths
                   sentence
                   past
                   upon
                   her
                   ,
                
                 
                   Advanc'd
                   her
                   voice
                   ,
                   and
                   said
                   ,
                   Unmated
                   honour
                   !
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Proverb
                     's
                     true
                  
                   .
                   Long
                   look'd
                   for
                   ,
                   comes
                   at
                   last
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   Lord
                   ,
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   I
                   thank
                   thee
                   ,
                   that
                   thou
                   hast
                
                 
                   Granted
                   to
                   me
                   this
                   day
                   ,
                   my
                   hearts
                   desire
                
                 
                   In
                   listing
                   me
                   with
                   thy
                   celestial
                   Quire.
                
                 
                   Woman
                   ,
                   said
                   one
                   ,
                   be
                   thou
                   a
                   happy
                   wife
                
                 
                   By
                   thy
                   recanting
                   ;
                   O
                   the
                   sweets
                   of
                   life
                   !
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   by
                   no
                   means
                   ;
                   my
                   life
                   is
                   hid
                
                 
                   With
                   Christ
                   in
                   God
                   ,
                   now
                   the
                   good
                   Lord
                   forbid
                
                 
                   That
                   for
                   this
                   life
                   ,
                   at
                   best
                   but
                   transitory
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   should
                   lose
                   heaven
                   and
                   eternal
                   glory
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   two
                   husbands
                   ,
                   but
                   will
                   onely
                   cleave
                
                 
                   Unto
                   my
                   heavenly
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   earthly
                   leave
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   fellowship
                   of
                   Saints
                   in
                   heaven
                   I
                   trow
                
                 
                   Exceeds
                   the
                   having
                   children
                   here
                   below
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   my
                   husband
                   and
                   my
                   children
                   prove
                
                 
                   Faithful
                   ,
                   then
                   am
                   I
                   theirs
                   ,
                   they
                   have
                   my
                   love
                   ;
                
                 
                   God
                   my
                   good
                   father
                   is
                   ,
                   God
                   is
                   my
                   mother
                   ,
                
                 
                   God
                   is
                   my
                   sister
                   ,
                   and
                   God
                   is
                   my
                   brother
                   ,
                
                 
                   God
                   is
                   my
                   kinsman
                   ,
                   God
                   's
                   my
                   faithful
                   friend
                
                 
                   Who
                   will
                   stick
                   close
                   unto
                   me
                   ,
                   till
                   the
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   execution
                   then
                   led
                   along
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   was
                   attended
                   with
                   a
                   num'rous
                   throng
                   .
                
                 
                   Bound
                   to
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                   she
                   by
                   the
                   Popish
                   Priests
                
                 
                   Was
                   set
                   upon
                   again
                   (
                   unwelcom
                   guests
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   she
                   thus
                   :
                   for
                   God's
                   sake
                   now
                   give
                   o're
                
                 
                   Your
                   bibble
                   babble
                   ,
                   trouble
                   me
                   no
                   more
                
                 
                   With
                   empty
                   sounds
                   fain
                   would
                   I
                   ,
                   Oh!
                   divorce
                
                 
                   My self
                   from
                   your
                   impertinent
                   discourse
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   God
                   be
                   merciful
                   to
                   sinful
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   Ah!
                   I
                   onely
                   do
                   depend
                   on
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   stood
                   with
                   admirable
                   patience
                
                 
                   Amidst
                   the
                   flames
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   her
                   soul
                   flew
                   hence
                   .
                
                 
                   Sh
                   'had
                   such
                   a
                   cheerful
                   look
                   ,
                   that
                   one
                   would
                   say
                
                 
                   It
                   was
                   her
                   wedding
                   ,
                   not
                   her
                   burning
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   had
                   been
                   alwayes
                   sober
                   in
                   her
                   diet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neat
                   in
                   apparel
                   ,
                   peaceable
                   and
                   quiet
                   ;
                
                 
                   Alwayes
                   a
                   doing
                   ,
                   never
                   fitting
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   During
                   her
                   health
                   and
                   limbs
                   ,
                   by
                   her
                   good
                   will
                   ;
                
                 
                   Chain'd
                   to
                   her
                   house
                   ;
                   she
                   ever
                   would
                   refuse
                
                 
                   To
                   gad
                   abroad
                   ,
                   as
                   most
                   ill-houswives
                   use
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   all
                   that
                   came
                   to
                   her
                   ,
                   her
                   gracious
                   heart
                
                 
                   Would
                   streams
                   of
                   consolation
                   impart
                   .
                
                 
                   Gods
                   word
                   was
                   her
                   delight
                   ,
                   she
                   gave
                   good
                   heed
                
                 
                   Ther
                   husband
                   in
                   the
                   Lord
                   ,
                   a
                   wife
                   indeed
                   !
                
                 
                   According
                   to
                   her
                   power
                   ,
                   she
                   at
                   her
                   door
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   at
                   their
                   sev'ral
                   homes
                   ,
                   reliev'd
                   the
                   poor
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   in
                   the
                   time
                   of
                   her
                   calamity
                
                 
                   Would
                   take
                   no
                   proff'red
                   coyne
                   ;
                   for
                   ,
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   I
                
                 
                   Am
                   going
                   now
                   to
                   (
                   Heaven
                   )
                   a
                   City
                   ,
                   where
                
                 
                   No
                   mony
                   any
                   Mastery
                   doth
                   bear
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   whilst
                   I
                   here
                   remain
                   ,
                   the
                   Lord
                   will
                   feed
                
                 
                   My
                   craving
                   stomack
                   ,
                   and
                   supply
                   my
                   need
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   his
                   promise
                   ,
                   and
                   full
                   sure
                   I
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   which
                   feeds
                   the
                   Ravens
                   ,
                   will
                   feed
                   m●
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Richard
                     Sharp
                  
                   ,
                   a
                   Weaver
                   by
                   his
                   trade
                
                 
                   In
                   Bristel
                   City
                   apprehended
                   ,
                   made
                
                 
                   A
                   large
                   confession
                   of
                   his
                   faith
                   before
                
                 
                   One
                   Dr.
                   Dalby
                   the
                   there-Chancellour
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   by
                   perswasive
                   Arguments
                   so
                   wrought
                
                 
                   Upon
                   his
                   weakness
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   soon
                   was
                   brought
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   a
                   promise
                   ,
                   That
                   he
                   would
                   appear
                
                 
                   And
                   publickely
                   recan
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   ,
                   and
                   where
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   after
                   this
                   Apostacy
                   ,
                   Sharp
                   felt
                
                 
                   His
                   conscience
                   gall'd
                   ,
                   hell's
                   horrour
                   so
                   indwelt
                
                 
                   His
                   soul
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   his
                   calling
                   could
                   not
                   minde
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   colour
                   went
                   away
                   ,
                   his
                   body
                   pin'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Next
                   Sabbath
                   day
                   going
                   to
                   Church
                   ,
                   he
                   made
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   Quire-door
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   a
                   loud
                   voice
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Altar
                   ,
                   neighbours
                   ,
                   pray
                   bear
                   me
                   record
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   the
                   Great
                   Idol
                   :
                   I
                   deny'd
                   my
                   Lord
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   from
                   the
                   bottom
                   of
                   my
                   heart
                   am
                   sorry
                
                 
                   For
                   what
                   I
                   don
                   ,
                   in
                   hazarding
                   my
                   Glory
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   caught
                   ,
                   condemn'd
                   ,
                   and
                   burn'd
                   ,
                   with
                   
                     Thomas
                     Hale
                  
                
                 
                   Climb'd
                   up
                   to
                   heaven
                   from
                   this
                   tearful
                   vale
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   
                     Thomas
                     Benson
                  
                   of
                   the
                   same
                   town
                   went
                
                 
                   To
                   pris'n
                   ,
                   for
                   saying
                   ,
                   That
                   the
                   Sacrament
                
                 
                   Was
                   as
                   they
                   us'd
                   it
                   ,
                   nothing
                   else
                   but
                   bread
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   not
                   the
                   body
                   of
                   the
                   Lord
                   indeed
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   the
                   Sacraments
                   ,
                   which
                   you
                   call
                   seven
                   ,
                
                 
                   Five
                   were
                   ordain'd
                   by
                   men
                   ,
                   but
                   two
                   by
                   heaven
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Give
                   me
                   the
                   two
                   ,
                   which
                   I
                   acknowledge
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   the
                   other
                   five
                   I
                   'll
                   leave
                   to
                   you
                   .
                
                 
                   Soon
                   after
                   this
                   he
                   did
                   receive
                   death's
                   sentence
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   executed
                   ,
                   to
                   his
                   God
                   he
                   sent
                   hence
                
                 
                   His
                   blessed
                   soul
                   ,
                   which
                   left
                   its
                   bodie
                   's
                   jail
                
                 
                   For
                   Paradise
                   ,
                   death
                   having
                   put
                   in
                   bail
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   to
                   conclude
                   ,
                   The
                   last
                   that
                   did
                   maintain
                
                 
                   The
                   Gospel
                   with
                   their
                   hearts-blood
                   in
                   the
                   Raign
                
                 
                   Of
                   Mary
                   Queen
                   ,
                   that
                   hell-begotten
                   fury
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   these
                   five
                   Citizens
                   of
                   Canterbury
                   ,
                
                 
                   John
                   Hurst
                   John
                   Cornford
                   ,
                   (
                   
                     Captains
                     in
                     the
                     fight
                  
                   )
                
                 
                   Christopher
                   Brown
                   ,
                   Alice
                   Swoth
                   ,
                   and
                   Kath'rine
                   knight
                
                 
                   The
                   things
                   imputed
                   to
                   their
                   charge
                   were
                   ,
                   that
                
                 
                   Christs
                   real
                   presence
                   they
                   denyed
                   flat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Affirming
                   onely
                   those
                   that
                   do
                   believe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   wicked
                   men
                   ,
                   Christs
                   body
                   do
                   receive
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Pope
                   they
                   said
                   was
                   Antichrist
                   ,
                   the
                   Mass
                
                 
                   Abominable
                   ;
                   that
                   a
                   sin
                   it
                   was
                
                 
                   To
                   pray
                   to
                   Saints
                   ;
                   that
                   cringing
                   to
                   a
                   cross
                
                 
                   Was
                   meer
                   Idol'try
                   and
                   an
                   errour
                   gross
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   Sentence
                   of
                   condemnation
                   being
                   heard
                   ,
                
                 
                   Forthwith
                   
                     John
                     Cornford
                  
                   ,
                   was
                   in
                   spirit
                   stirr'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   an
                   ardent
                   zeal
                   for
                   God
                   ,
                   express'd
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   name
                   of
                   himself
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   the
                   rest
                
                 
                   This
                   doom
                   :
                   I'th'name
                   of
                   Christ
                   our
                   Saviour
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Son
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   the
                   High'st
                   ,
                   and
                   by
                   the
                   power
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   most
                   Holy-Ghost
                   ,
                   as
                   also
                   by
                
                 
                   The
                   Holy
                   and
                   Divine
                   authority
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   Apostolick
                   and
                   Cath'lick
                   Church
                
                 
                   (
                   Never
                   yet
                   totally
                   left
                   in
                   the
                   lurch
                   )
                
                 
                   We
                   here
                   turn
                   over
                   to
                   the
                   Prince
                   of
                   hell
                
                 
                   As
                   slaves
                   eternally
                   to
                   howle
                   and
                   yell
                
                 
                   In
                   sulph'ry
                   flames
                   ,
                   the
                   bodies
                   of
                   all
                   those
                
                 
                   Blasphemers
                   ,
                   Hereticks
                   ,
                   who
                   do
                   oppose
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   living
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   bolster
                   up
                   their
                   errours
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   Truth
                   ,
                   hence
                   to
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   Terrours
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   by
                   this
                   thy
                   righteous
                   judgement
                   shown
                
                 
                   Against
                   thy
                   foes
                   great
                   God
                   ,
                   thou
                   mayst
                   make
                   known
                
                 
                   Thy
                   true
                   religion
                   to
                   thy
                   greater
                   glory
                
                 
                   And
                   our
                   souls
                   comfort
                   when
                   we
                   read
                   the
                   story
                
                 
                   Of
                   thy
                   great
                   power
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   th'edification
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   our
                   well-nigh
                   ruinated
                   Nation
                   .
                
                 
                   Good
                   Lord
                   ,
                   so
                   be
                   it
                   ,
                   be
                   it
                   so
                   ,
                   Amen
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   this
                   his
                   excommunication
                   then
                
                 
                   Took
                   great
                   effect
                   against
                   truth's
                   enemies
                   .
                
                 
                   Queen
                   Mary
                   within
                   six
                   dayes
                   after
                   dies
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Tyrannie
                   with
                   her
                   ;
                   there
                   is
                   no
                   hope
                
                 
                   Of
                   any
                   longer
                   footing
                   for
                   the
                   Pope
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   England
                   now
                   great
                   joy
                   betides
                   to
                   all
                
                 
                   The
                   faith-ey'd
                   Saints
                   ,
                   who
                   wish'd
                   proud
                   Babels
                   fall
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   the
                   Archdeacon
                   ,
                   and
                   's
                   associates
                   quick
                
                 
                   (
                   Knowing
                   the
                   Queen
                   was
                   dangerously
                   sick
                   )
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   those
                   pious
                   persons
                   to
                   the
                   flame
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hurri'd
                   them
                   away
                   .
                   When
                   there
                   they
                   came
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   Christ
                   his
                   name
                   they
                   offer'd
                   up
                   their
                   prayers
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   holocausis
                   to
                   the
                   Almighties
                   ears
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   God
                   they
                   pray'd
                   ,
                   to
                   God
                   for
                   ever
                   blest
                   ,
                
                 
                   Preferring
                   this
                   request
                   amongst
                   the
                   rest
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   if
                   it
                   were
                   his
                   will
                   ,
                   their
                   blood
                   might
                   be
                
                 
                   The
                   last
                   that
                   should
                   be
                   shed
                   ,
                   so
                   Lord
                   pray
                   we
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   sooner
                   had
                   they
                   pray'd
                   ,
                   but
                   heaven
                   return'd
                
                 
                   A
                   gracious
                   answer
                   ,
                   they
                   the
                   last
                   that
                   burn'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   God
                   (
                   said
                   they
                   )
                   we
                   cheerfully
                   resign
                
                 
                   Our
                   souls
                   into
                   those
                   blessed
                   hands
                   of
                   thine
                
                 
                   Amidst
                   these
                   flames
                   ;
                   their
                   spirits
                   did
                   ascend
                
                 
                   To
                   glory
                   ,
                   which
                   shall
                   never
                   have
                   AN
                   END
                   .
                
              
               
                 Gloria
                 Deo
                 in
                 Excelsis
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SECT
                 .
                 Vlt.
                 
              
               
                 God's
                 Judgements
                 upon
                 the
                 Persecutors
                 of
                 hic
                 Church
                 and
                 children
                 .
              
               
                 SInce
                 first
                 the
                 Gospel
                 in
                 the
                 Ears
                 did
                 ring
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 England
                 under
                 Lucius
                 the
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 Never
                 did
                 King
                 or
                 Queen
                 the
                 Land
                 so
                 stain
              
               
                 With
                 Christian
                 blood
                 as
                 in
                 her
                 four
                 years
                 reign
              
               
                 Queen
                 Mary
                 did
                 :
                 she
                 burned
                 in
                 her
                 fury
              
               
                 An
                 Arch-Bishop
                 ,
                 (
                 and
                 he
                 of
                 Canterbury
                 )
              
               
                 Four
                 Bishops
                 ,
                 twenty
                 one
                 Divines
                 or
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Eight
                 Gentlemen
                 ,
                 Artis'cers
                 eighty
                 soure
                 ,
              
               
                 Husbandmen
                 ,
                 Servants
                 ,
                 and
                 poor
                 Labouring
                 men
              
               
                 Five
                 score
                 ;
                 Wives
                 twenty
                 six
                 ,
                 Widdowes
                 twice
                 ten
                 ;
                 to
              
               
                 Nine
                 Maids
                 ,
                 two
                 Boyes
                 ,
                 and
                 two
                 young
                 Babes
                 heaven
              
               
                 VVere
                 sent
                 )
                 in
                 all
                 two
                 hundred
                 seventy
                 seven
                 .
              
               
                 Sixty
                 four
                 more
                 for
                 Jesus
                 Christ
                 his
                 sake
              
               
                 VVere
                 persecuted
                 sore
                 ;
                 which
                 could
                 not
                 shake
              
               
                 Their
                 heaven-built
                 faith
                 ;
                 seven
                 whereof
                 were
                 strip'd
              
               
                 Stark
                 naked
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 mercilesly
                 whip'd
                 .
              
               
                 Sixteen
                 in
                 prison
                 perishing
                 ,
                 had
                 dung
              
               
                 (
                 After
                 the
                 Nabathoean
                 custom
                 )
                 flung
              
               
                 Upon
                 their
                 outcast
                 bodies
                 :
                 Some
                 did
                 lie
              
               
                 In
                 captivated
                 chains
                 ,
                 condemn'd
                 to
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 were
                 deliv'red
                 from
                 approaching
                 death
              
               
                 By
                 th'
                 happy
                 entrance
                 of
                 Elizabeth
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Our
                   glorious
                   Queen
                   ,
                   our
                   Pallas
                   and
                   Astraea
                   :
                
                 
                   Of
                   Grace
                   and
                   Virtue
                   the
                   divine
                   Idea
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Many
                 did
                 spend
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 exile
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 dayes
                 in
                 trouble
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 years
                 in
                 toile
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 as
                 Queen
                 Mary
                 lavished
                 the
                 blood
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 best
                 subjects
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 truth
                 withstood
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 utmost
                 of
                 her
                 power
                 ;
                 so
                 God
              
               
                 Scourged
                 her
                 soundly
                 with
                 his
                 flaming
                 rod
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 in
                 her
                 life
                 and
                 death
                 ;
                 for
                 whilst
                 she
                 liv'd
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 did
                 she
                 prosper
                 in
                 which
                 she
                 atchiev'd
                 ?
              
               
                 To
                 instance
                 in
                 a
                 few
                 particulars
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 first
                 ,
                 her
                 fair'st
                 and
                 greatest
                 man
                 of
                 War
              
               
                 Unmatch'd
                 i'
                 th'
                 Christian
                 world
                 ,
                 cal'd
                 the
                 great
                 Harry
              
               
                 Was
                 burnt
                 by
                 heavenly
                 flames
                 .
                 Then
                 would
                 she
                 marry
              
               
                 Spanish
                 King
                 Philip
                 ,
                 so
                 expose
                 to
                 dangers
              
               
                 Poor
                 England
                 under
                 barb'rous
                 foes
                 and
                 strangers
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 labour'd
                 much
                 ,
                 but
                 never
                 could
                 attain
              
               
                 To
                 joyn
                 the
                 English
                 to
                 the
                 Spanish
                 Raign
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 did
                 she
                 set
                 about
                 the
                 restauration
              
               
                 Of
                 Abbey-lands
                 throughout
                 the
                 British
                 nation
                 :
              
               
                 Her self
                 began
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 Popes
              
               
                 Directions
                 ,
                 yet
                 frustrate
                 were
                 all
                 her
                 hopes
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 o're
                 her
                 land
                 then
                 such
                 a
                 famine
                 spred
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 her
                 poor
                 subjects
                 upon
                 Acorns
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 Calice
                 where
                 the
                 English
                 did
                 remain
              
               
                 During
                 eleven
                 Kings
                 reigns
                 from
                 her
                 was
                 ta'in
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 loss
                 so
                 griev'd
                 her
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 did
                 impart
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Calice
                 was
                 engraven
                 in
                 her
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 Again
                 in
                 child-birth
                 never
                 woman
                 had
              
               
                 S'unfortunate
                 success
                 as
                 she
                 ,
                 so
                 bad
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 she
                 was
                 with
                 child
                 ,
                 and
                 had
                 e're
                 been
              
               
                 In
                 travel
                 ,
                 why
                 ?
                 why
                 was
                 it
                 never
                 seen
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 ,
                 why
                 was
                 the
                 Kingdom
                 so
                 beguild
                 ?
              
               
                 Some
                 in
                 the
                 Pulpit
                 for
                 her
                 new-born
                 child
              
               
                 Returning
                 thanks
                 :
                 thus
                 her
                 desires
                 b'ing
                 crost
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 then
                 th'
                 affections
                 of
                 her
                 husband
                 lost
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 could
                 not
                 him
                 enjoy
                 ,
                 nor
                 might
                 she
                 smother
              
               
                 This
                 her
                 first
                 love
                 ,
                 by
                 marrying
                 another
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Although
                 she
                 did
                 so
                 many
                 Judgements
                 feel
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 would
                 she
                 not
                 her
                 bloody
                 Laws
                 repeal
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 had
                 no
                 minde
                 to
                 stop
                 the
                 opened
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 close
                 the
                 bleeding
                 Orifice
                 again
              
               
                 Of
                 dying
                 Saints
                 .
                 At
                 last
                 the
                 Lord
                 did
                 please
              
               
                 To
                 strike
                 her
                 with
                 a
                 languishing
                 disease
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhereof
                 she
                 dy'd
                 ;
                 and
                 having
                 held
                 the
                 crown
              
               
                 Five
                 years
                 ,
                 and
                 five
                 months
                 onely
                 laid
                 it
                 down
                 .
              
               
                 Horrible
                 tempests
                 ,
                 mortal
                 sicknesses
                 ,
              
               
                 Plagues
                 ,
                 famines
                 ,
                 burning
                 fevers
                 ,
                 did
                 perpess
              
               
                 The
                 grieved
                 land
                 ,
                 (
                 the
                 fourth
                 year
                 she
                 did
                 sway
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 swept
                 a
                 multitude
                 of
                 folks
                 away
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 in
                 six
                 weeks
                 space
                 in
                 London
                 there
              
               
                 Dy'd
                 seven
                 Aldermen
                 .
                 VVheat
                 that
                 same
                 year
              
               
                 Yielded
                 four
                 marks
                 the
                 Quarter
                 :
                 Mault
                 a
                 Peck
              
               
                 Fourty
                 four
                 shillings
                 ;
                 as
                 much
                 Pease
                 did
                 make
              
               
                 Two
                 pound
                 six
                 shillings
                 eight
                 pence
                 :
                 to
                 a
                 crown
              
               
                 The
                 following
                 year
                 a
                 Peck
                 of
                 VVheat
                 came
                 down
                 :
              
               
                 Four
                 shillings
                 eight
                 pence
                 Mault
                 ;
                 of
                 Ry
                 a
                 Strike
              
               
                 Take
                 for
                 a
                 groat
                 you
                 may
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 you
                 like
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 her
                 fifth
                 year
                 ,
                 a
                 thundring
                 tempest
                 came
              
               
                 And
                 batt'red
                 down
                 two
                 towns
                 neer
                 Notingham
                 ,
              
               
                 Flung
                 sheets
                 of
                 lead
                 abroad
                 ,
                 bells
                 from
                 the
                 steeple
                 ,
              
               
                 Tore
                 trees
                 up
                 by
                 the
                 roots
                 ,
                 slew
                 divers
                 people
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 Also
                 a
                 great
                 mortality
                 was
                 known
              
               
                 In
                 Autumn
                 then
                 ;
                 Corn
                 stood
                 unreap'd
                 ,
                 unmown
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rotted
                 in
                 the
                 fields
                 ,
                 hence
                 did
                 ensue
              
               
                 Great
                 scarcity
                 ,
                 the
                 lab'rours
                 being
                 few
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 of
                 her
                 ;
                 nor
                 must
                 my
                 Muse
                 pass
                 by
              
               
                 Her
                 chiefest
                 Instruments
                 of
                 cruelty
                 ,
              
               
                 First
                 to
                 begin
                 with
                 
                   Stephen
                   Gard'ner
                
                 then
              
               
                 Bishop
                 of
                 Winchester
                 ,
                 whose
                 end
                 my
                 pen
              
               
                 Disdains
                 to
                 mention
                 twice
                 :
                 I
                 will
                 therefore
              
               
                 Add
                 onely
                 this
                 ,
                 That
                 lying
                 at
                 the
                 door
              
               
               
                 Of
                 merc'less
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 being
                 put
                 in
                 minde
              
               
                 Of
                 Peter
                 his
                 denying
                 Christ
                 ,
                 he
                 whin'd
              
               
                 This
                 answer
                 out
                 ,
                 VVith
                 Peter
                 I
                 deny'd
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 ,
                 but
                 there
                 is
                 somewhat
                 else
                 beside
              
               
                 VVanting
                 in
                 me
                 :
                 Alas
                 !
                 I
                 never
                 spent
              
               
                 A
                 tear
                 ,
                 nor
                 can
                 (
                 as
                 Peter
                 did
                 )
                 repent
                 .
              
               
                 Morgan
                 St.
                 Davids
                 Bishop
                 ,
                 who
                 (
                 high
                 base
                 )
              
               
                 Condemned
                 Ferrar
                 ,
                 and
                 usurp'd
                 his
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 vomit
                 up
                 his
                 meat
                 through
                 mouth
                 and
                 nose
              
               
                 (
                 O
                 horrible
                 )
                 until
                 his
                 life
                 did
                 close
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 Mr.
                 Leyson
                 high
                 Sheriffe
                 ,
                 set
                 away
              
               
                 This
                 Martyrs
                 Cattel
                 int'his
                 own
                 ground
                 :
                 they
              
               
                 No
                 meant
                 would
                 eat
                 ,
                 nor
                 touch
                 a
                 blade
                 of
                 grass
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 bellowed
                 and
                 roar'd
                 till
                 death
                 (
                 Alas
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 One
                 Justice
                 Morgan
                 who
                 condemned
                 had
              
               
                 Lady
                 
                   Jane
                   Grey
                
                 ,
                 within
                 a
                 while
                 fell
                 mad
                 :
              
               
                 Nothing
                 but
                 Lady
                 Jane
                 ,
                 his
                 voice
                 did
                 sound
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Lady
                 Jane
                 ,
                 (
                 Oh!
                 how
                 her
                 name
                 did
                 wound
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 Lady
                 Jane
                 ,
                 the
                 Lady
                 Jane
                 ;
                 O
                 take
              
               
                 The
                 Lady
                 Jane
                 away
                 ;
                 no
                 more
                 he
                 spake
                 .
              
               
                 Dunnings
                 the
                 Norwich
                 Chancellour
                 for
                 's
                 hate
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 dy'd
                 as
                 in
                 his
                 chair
                 he
                 sate
                 .
              
               
                 Berry
                 of
                 Norfolk
                 Commissary
                 ,
                 one
              
               
                 Burn'd
                 harmless
                 Saints
                 ,
                 fell
                 with
                 an
                 heavy
                 groan
              
               
                 Down
                 to
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 and
                 never
                 did
                 recover
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Bishop
                 Thornton
                 Suffragan
                 of
                 Dover
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 cruel
                 man
                 ,
                 while
                 on
                 a
                 Sabbath-day
              
               
                 He
                 looked
                 o're
                 his
                 men
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 them
                 play
              
               
                 At
                 Bowles
                 ,
                 on
                 him
                 did
                 the
                 dead
                 palsey
                 fall
                 ;
              
               
                 Carry'd
                 to
                 bed
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 defir'd
                 to
                 call
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 to
                 minde
                 :
                 Yea
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 so
                 I
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 onely
                 so
                 ,
                 but
                 my
                 Lord
                 Card'nal
                 too
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 desperately
                 dy'd
                 .
                 Another
                 tool
              
               
                 Of
                 Hell
                 at
                 Greenwich
                 went
                 to
                 Card'nal
                 Pool
              
               
               
                 To
                 get
                 his
                 blessing
                 ;
                 but
                 returning
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 fell
                 down
                 stairs
                 ,
                 and
                 brake
                 his
                 neck
                 for
                 hast
                 .
              
               
                 Grimwood
                 a
                 wretch
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 himself
                 forsworn
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 in
                 Harvest
                 stacking
                 of
                 his
                 corn
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 bowels
                 suddenly
                 fell
                 out
                 .
                 These
                 two
              
               
                 Capon
                 and
                 Jeff'ry
                 Doctors
                 ,
                 undergo
              
               
                 At
                 Salsbury
                 sudden
                 deaths
                 .
                 Mr.
                 Woodroffe
              
               
                 Sheriffe
                 of
                 London
                 dyed
                 soon
                 enough
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Clerk
                 who
                 did
                 the
                 Godly
                 Saints
                 devour
                 .
              
               
                 Hanged
                 himself
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 in
                 London-Tower
                 .
              
               
                 Cox
                 a
                 Promoter
                 ,
                 going
                 well
                 t'
                 his
                 bed
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 the
                 next
                 morn
                 arose
                 ,
                 was
                 found
                 stone
                 dead
                 .
              
               
                 Dale
                 dy'd
                 of
                 lice
                 .
                 One
                 
                   Troling
                   Smith
                
                 ,
                 a
                 great
              
               
                 Foe
                 to
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 dy'd
                 suddenly
                 ●'th'street
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Paul
                   ,
                   London
                
                 Town-Clerk
                 ,
                 an
                 accursed
                 wretch
              
               
                 Did
                 voluntarily
                 an
                 halter
                 stretch
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 lightning
                 stroke
                 did
                 
                   Robert
                   Baldwin
                
                 kill
                 .
              
               
                 Cardinal
                 Pool
                 of
                 an
                 Italian
                 Pill
              
               
                 Dy'd
                 as
                 't
                 was
                 thought
                 .
                 Dr.
                 
                   Foxford
                   ,
                   Blomefield
                
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Leland
                 too
                 ,
                 to
                 sudden
                 deaths
                 did
                 yield
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Dr.
                 Williams
                 Chanc'llour
                 of
                 Glocester
                 ,
              
               
                 Died
                 the
                 death
                 before
                 he
                 was
                 a
                 ware
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 Lever
                 said
                 he
                 had
                 at
                 Oxford
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 ill-favour'd
                 knave
                 ,
                 Latimer
                 seen
                 ,
              
               
                 Tooth'd
                 like
                 an
                 horse
                 :
                 but
                 mark
                 we
                 what
                 did
                 follow
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 son
                 soon
                 hang'd
                 himself
                 .
                 
                   One
                   William
                   Swallow
                
              
               
                 Lost
                 all
                 his
                 hair
                 ;
                 off
                 all
                 his
                 nails
                 did
                 pill
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 's
                 wife
                 was
                 taken
                 with
                 the
                 falling
                 ill
                 .
              
               
                 Brown
                 ,
                 Lardin
                 ,
                 Potto
                 ,
                 
                   en'mies
                   of
                
                 George
                 Eagles
                 ,
              
               
                 D'yd
                 a
                 dogs
                 shameful
                 death
                 (
                 three
                 pretty
                 Beagles
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 A
                 Sheriffes
                 man
                 ,
                 who
                 cruelty
                 had
                 acted
              
               
                 Against
                 
                   James
                   Abbes
                
                 ,
                 despair'd
                 &
                 dy'd
                 distracted
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Lincolnshire
                 ,
                 Burton
                 who
                 Bayliffe
                 was
              
               
                 Of
                 Crowland
                 ,
                 labour'd
                 to
                 set
                 up
                 the
                 Mass
                 ;
              
               
               
                 But
                 the
                 Parishioners
                 with
                 wise
                 delay
              
               
                 Still
                 put
                 him
                 off
                 ;
                 upon
                 a
                 Sabbath-day
              
               
                 This
                 Burton
                 went
                 to
                 Church
                 ,
                 (
                 when
                 all
                 men
                 fail'd
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 the
                 Service-reading
                 Curate
                 rail'd
                 :
              
               
                 Sirrah
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 )
                 a
                 Mass
                 ,
                 (
                 what
                 ?
                 )
                 may'nt
                 we
                 have
                 ?
              
               
                 Buckle
                 your self
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 you
                 whorson
                 knave
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 by
                 Gods-Blood
                 I
                 'll
                 sheath
                 ,
                 I
                 that
                 I
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 dagger
                 in
                 your
                 shoulder
                 ;
                 vex
                 me
                 still
              
               
                 Do
                 ?
                 you
                 had
                 best
                 .
                 Th'
                 affrighted
                 Curate
                 made
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 ado
                 ,
                 but
                 Mass
                 in
                 Latin
                 said
                 .
              
               
                 Soon
                 after
                 this
                 ,
                 as
                 Burton
                 with
                 one
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Rode
                 on
                 the
                 road
                 ,
                 a
                 cro●king
                 Crow
                 flew
                 o're
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 dung'd
                 ;
                 which
                 falling
                 on
                 his
                 nose
                 ,
              
               
                 Ran
                 down
                 his
                 slab'ring
                 beard
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 close
              
               
                 Burton
                 was
                 so
                 perfum'd
                 ,
                 that
                 one
                 would
                 think
              
               
                 No
                 Jakes
                 could
                 yield
                 so
                 horrible
                 a
                 stink
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 good
                 man
                 !
                 Sweet
                 Burton
                 go
                 thy
                 way
              
               
                 Contented
                 ,
                 th'
                 hast
                 enough
                 ;
                 such
                 luck
                 they
                 say
              
               
                 As
                 thine
                 is
                 good
                 :
                 if
                 the
                 best
                 luck
                 betide
              
               
                 To
                 fools
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 not
                 on
                 the
                 wiser
                 side
                 .
              
               
                 Hast
                 Burton
                 ,
                 hast
                 what
                 need
                 I
                 bid
                 thee
                 hast
              
               
                 Whom
                 mischance
                 drives
                 ?
                 Oh
                 ,
                 Oh
                 ,
                 cries
                 he
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 very
                 bowels
                 up
                 such
                 reachings
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 head
                 even
                 breake
                 ,
                 ough
                 ,
                 ough
                 ,
                 and
                 heart-strings
                 ake
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 plague
                 upon
                 ,
                 a
                 vengance
                 take
                 the
                 crow
              
               
                 That
                 poyson'd
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 him
                 vomit
                 so
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 dy'd
                 .
                 The
                 black-ey'd
                 night
                 inters
              
               
                 Bonners
                 corps
                 amongst
                 thieves
                 and
                 murtherers
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                 Is
                 not
                 destruction
                 to
                 the
                 wicked
                 ,
                 and
                 strange
                 Judgements
                 to
                 the
                 Workers
                 of
                 iniquity
                 ?
              
               
                 
                 It
                 's
                 a
                 Righteous
                 thing
                 with
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 recompence
                 tribulation
                 to
                 them
                 that
                 trouble
                 you
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 you
                 that
                 are
                 troubled
                 ,
                 rest
                 with
                 us
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   Roma
                   diu
                   titubans
                   ,
                   varijs
                   erroribus
                   acta
                   ,
                
                 
                   Corruet
                   ,
                   &
                   mundi
                   desinet
                   esse
                   Caput
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Rome
                   tot'ring
                   long
                   laden
                   with
                   Errours
                   store
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   shall
                   fall
                   ,
                   and
                   Head
                   the
                   World
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
              
            
             
               AMEN
               .
            
          
        
         
      
       
         FINIS
         .
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A28159-e220
           
             Aelian
             .
             Var
             
               Hist
               .
               l.
            
             12.
             p.
             343.
             
          
           
             Aeneas
             Syl.
             Com
             :
             lib.
             de
             gestis
             Alphonsi
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A28159-e1240
           
             Gen.
             3.
             5.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             4.
             8.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             9.
             22.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             19.
             9.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             21.
             9.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             27.
             41.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             37.
             4.
             
          
           
             Exo.
             1.
             11
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Exo.
             1.
             15
             ,
             16.
             
          
           
             Exo.
             1.
             22.
             
          
           
             Exo.
             2.
             15.
             
          
           
             Exo.
             2.
             14.
             
          
           
             Iudg.
             3.
             8.
             
          
           
             Judg.
             6.
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             1
             sam
             .
             13.
             6
             ,
             7.
             
          
           
             Judg.
             6.
             2.
             
          
           
             Judg.
             10.
             8.
             
          
           
             Judg.
             13.
             1.
             
          
           
             1
             sam
             .
             4.
             2.
             10
             ,
             11.
             
          
           
             1
             sam
             .
             13.
             
          
           
             ves
             .
             19.
             20.
             
          
           
             1
             sam
             .
             19
             &c.
             
          
           
             2
             sam
             16.
             5
             ,
             6
             ,
          
           
             1
             King.
             14.
             25
             ,
             26.
             
          
           
             2
             Chr.
             16.
             10.
             
          
           
             2
             Chro.
             18.
             25
             ,
             26.
             
          
           
             2
             Chron.
             20.
             23.
             
          
           
             1
             King.
             19.
             2.
             
          
           
             1
             King.
             18.
             13.
             
          
           
             2
             King.
             6.
             31.
             
          
           
             2
             Chro.
             21.
             16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             2
             Chro.
             24.
             21.
             
          
           
             2
             Chro.
             28.
             8.
             
          
           
             2
             Chro.
             28.
             17
             ,
             18
             ,
             20.
             
          
           
             Josephus
             .
             Jer.
             18.
             18.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             20.
             2.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             37.
             15.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             38.
             6.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             43.
             6
             ,
             7.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             3.
             23.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             6.
             26.
             
          
           
             Esther
             .
             3.
             13.
             
          
           
             Ezra
             4.
             4.
             
          
           
             Neh.
             6.
             2.
             
          
           
             vers
             .
             6
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Eleazer
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             Bulimia
             .
          
           
             Mat.
             14.
             10
             
          
           
             Act.
             4.
             1
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Act.
             5.
             18
             ,
             19.
             
          
           
             vers
             .
             26
             ,
             27
             
          
           
             vers
             .
             40.
             
          
           
             Act.
             6.
             11.
             
          
           
             Cha.
             7.
             58.
             
          
           
             Act.
             9.
             23.
             
          
           
             Act.
             12.
             2.
             
          
           
             Act.
             14.
             19.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A28159-e9290
           
             Anno
             97
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Plinius
             secundus
             .
          
           
             Tertullian
             .
          
           
             Vere
             Magnus
             Deus
             Christansrum
             .
          
           
             Psa
             .
             125.
             3.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             De
             Martyrio
             .
          
           
             Quid
             faciam
             vobis
             ?
             pati
             timetis
             ,
             exire
             nolitis
             
          
           
             Beati
             Pauperes
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A28159-e24960
           
             Anno
             1198
             
          
           
             Anno
             1260.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1550.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1560.
             
          
           
             †
             †
             Anabaptists
             first
             Rising
             .
          
           
             Anno
             1543.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1555
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1631.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1634.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1618.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1619.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1619.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1621.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1622.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1624.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1625.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1631.
             
          
           
             Anno
             A
             1633.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1635.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1544.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1545.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1546.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             1547.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1548.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1549.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1551.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1553.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1554.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1557.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1558.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1562.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1574.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1628.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             The
             prices
             of
             things
             .
          
           
             Dominico
             ●ert●
             .
          
           
             Anno
             1543.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1546.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1550.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1553.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1650.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A28159-e48560
           
             *
             *
             Simon
             Zelotes
             .
          
           
             Anno
             180.
             
          
           
             Anno
             598
             ,
          
           
             Anno
             590.
             
          
           
             Anno
             186.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Edelburg
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             Eufled
             .
          
           
             Above
             255
             years
             .
          
           
             Anno
             1518.
             
          
           
             Anno
             884.
             
          
           
             Anno
             960.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1126.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1160.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1170.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Archbishop
             of
             Canterbury
             .
          
           
             Anno
             1200.
             
          
           
             †
             †
             Anno
             1207.
             
          
           
             Archbishop
             of
             Canterbury
             .
          
           
             Anno
             1382.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1518.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1519.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1523.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1528.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1529.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1530.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1531.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1532.
             
          
           
             A.
             1530.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1533.
             
          
           
             Aano
             1534.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1536.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1538.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1541.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1544.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1541.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1546.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1546.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1549.
             
          
           
             A.
             1552.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1553.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1554.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1554.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1555.
             
          
           
             Sommoner
             .
          
           
             Hunter
             .
          
           
             Sommoner
             .
          
           
             Hunter
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             Hunter
             .
          
           
             Brown.
             
          
           
             Hunter
             .
          
           
             Brown.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1554.
             
          
           
             Anno
             1554.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             in
             Kent
             neer
             Canterbury
             .
          
           
             Deum
             tim
             Idolum
             fug
             
          
           
             Hauks
             .
          
           
             Bishop
             .
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             H.
             
          
           
             B.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1555.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             One
             1556
             :
          
           
             Anno
             1557.
             
          
           
             An.
             Chr.
             1558.
             
          
           
             Job
             313.
             
          
           
             2
             Thess
             .
             1.
             6
             ,
             7.