An Epitaph, or rather a short discourse made upon the life & death of D. Boner sometimes unworthy Bishop of London, which died the v. of September in the Marshallie.  
¶ Imprinted at London at the long Shop adjoining unto S Mildred's Church in the Pultrie by john Allied  
An. do. 1569. Sep. 14.   

¶ An Epitaph, upon the life and death of D. Bonner, who died the v. of September. 1569.  

Quam cito de vivis extirpabuntur iniqui?  
Fidentum domino pars bonafortis erit:  
Per breve tempus adhuc et non erit impius ultra  
Quaeretur, nec erit quo fuit ante loco.   

HOw soon are wicked men cut of,  
from such as live in fame?  
Yet is the Lord the postion good,  
of those that love his name.  
¶ A little while as yet therefore,  
and there shall not remain:  
One wicked man hence forth to be,  
of all the wicked train.  
¶ The wicked man shall then be sought,  
but he shall not find grace:  
There to be found where he before,  
was known to have a place.  
¶ And therefore joy all English hartis  
that fear the Lord aright  
And have the love of native land,  
always before your sight.  
Lift up your hartis, rejoice in him,  
for work of his own hand:  
For I of happy tidings mean,  
to let you understand.  
¶ Which cheerful wilhe sure to all,  
of faithful English blood:  
Whose hartis did never hate the truth,  
nor Gospel yet with stood.  
¶ A man there was a quondam great  
of might, of pomp and praise:  
Of English blood though English love,  
were small in all his ways.  
¶ As did appear by Roomishe actis,  
proceeding from his height:  
Which proou'de him not an Englishman  
but sure a Roman right.  
¶ For never faithful English heart,  
was foe to native soil:  
Yet he in native land did seek,  
Christis faithful flock to spoil.  
¶ And also then he wrought much 〈◊〉,  
to England's chiefest stays:  
He spilled their blood, and mocked God's word  
whereby his gave him praise.  
¶ Seducing men from sacred truth,  
to walk in Roomishe trade:  
Whereby this land was ransacked so,  
so spoiled and so bore made.  
¶ That many yet do feel the smart,  
of that unhappy time:  
Though God have cleansed now these partis  
from such most ugly crime.  
¶ Wherewith this land infected was,  
by balam's brood throughout:  
Who sought a mischief huge and great,  
as then to bring about.  
¶ And more than so, renereace by blood  
the great and pining lack:  
Of pastors pure and pillars stronng,  
which then were brought to wrack.  
¶ Without remorse his niaces and he,  
full sore did them torment:  
By seeking of their death and loss,  
which loved Christis testament.  
¶ And more than so, of worthy wightꝭ  
of whom bereft are we:  
Which left their wealth, their ease & life,  
that Christ might gained be.  
¶ And yet not so, this 
* Cirus was son of Cambyses 〈◊〉 of the Medes & Persians, who watering against the Scythians. Tomiris the Queen having by policy slain Cirus with 100000. Persiians did cut of his head & cast it in a bull of man's blood saying. Be satisfied with blood which thou 〈◊〉 thirsted  Cyrus left  
much humam blood to spill:  
And so cease his devouring rage,  
and most blasphemous wil  
¶ But more and more he sought outrage,  
(as all his mates were bend)  
By lies and tales and popish toys,  
God's gospel to prevent.  
¶ As one in place by Satan sent,  
God's instrument of ire.  
To daunt the pride of England then,  
(which did it much require)  
And so no doubt this 
(a) He spared none that he either durst or could be bold to put to pain for God's truth.  Boner did,  
he spared no degree:  
Ne wise, ne grave, ne rich, ne poor,  
he pitied no man he.  
¶ Ne lame, ne blind, such was his thirst  
ne fools, ne wise in name:  
Yea * nobles blood as 〈◊〉 trive,  
he sought to bring to flame.  
¶ When pastors roum & Bishop's 〈◊〉,  
of London See he had:  
As beauty then of all his days,  
(a Wolf in Lamb skin clad)  
¶ His rage 〈◊〉 the seat with crime,  
that nations far could say:  
A drunken man doth take in hand,  
to guide the ship her way.  
Not drunk with wine though judgement might,  
declare he loved it more:  
Then Christ's pasture sheep 〈◊〉,  
he should have set great store.  
¶ But bloody drunk sith he not one,  
did spare of Christ's sheep:  
Which did desire their conscience pure,  
by Gospel for to keep.  
Yet he did watch, though as a Wolf,  
Christis lambs for to devour:  
He watched not to feed their souls,  
nor yet to preach one hour.  
For sure though he had Bishop's room,  
Paul saith he was unfit. 
1. Tim. 3.   
In such a place of Christ's flock,  
at any time to sit.  
Whose judgement was so small & weak  
in Christ's testament:  
And learning less to teach the flock,  
with that so slow intent.  
¶ Should 〈◊〉 obtain of grace 〈◊〉,  
now for to have a praise? 
(b) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. the sow teacheth Miner. what the sow is by nature needeth no expressing.   
Whose reckless rage and swinish life,  
shall 〈◊〉 in all men's days.  
¶ His knowledge was to base no doubt,  
to sit in Bishop's seat:  
Though he perhaps in Pope's decrees,  
through travail might be great.  
¶ And Civil law right prompt he knew, 
Minerva was daugh. of jupiter 〈◊〉 called of the 〈◊〉 Gods of wisdom 〈◊〉 all good 〈◊〉, now this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 one 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him of when he might better be taught.   
though all for private gain:  
And Cannons to, for therein was  
his only studeous pain.  
¶ And all but to uphold the pride,  
of Rome which was to ill:  
Or else to find away how he,  
God's children's blood might spill.  
¶ But who can boast in God's decrees,  
of Bonner's knowledge now?  
In Scriptures force his answers showed  
him learned as a Cow.  
Or as an Ass which judgement lacks,  
in sense of holy writ:  
Though he obtained a bitter space,  
in Bishop's seat to sit.  
¶ Sus taught Mineruam there to long,  
which held usurped place:  
Till Christ by force of Gospel truth,  
this 
(,) Bufo in a Toad so 〈◊〉 to Boner because of 〈◊〉 venomous mind.  Bufo did displace.  

* Asinus  ¶ And took the Ass from his repast,  
of playing on the harp:  
Whole horned paws in harmony, 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 taken by those that are apt to no goodness or discipline:   
made neither flat nor sharp.  
¶ But spilled the sound so long a time,  
when mischief reigned at will:  
Till 
* Pallas the greek name of Minerva named before.  Pallas came, who took the Ass  
down from 
(.) Parnassus a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thessalia 〈◊〉 Aoniae 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Parnassides or Aonides did 〈◊〉  Parnassus' hill.  
And tied him up at manger yet,  
which once did there remain:  
Though there he felt not his desertis  
nor half deserved pain.  
¶ To lodge on boards as he had made,  
some other lodge before:  
With hands and feet, to starve in stocks,  
with gives to be full sore.  
¶ No, no, in 〈◊〉, his tormentis were  
none such nor half so vile:  
He 〈◊〉 hath been sure, but yet  
not tasted all this while.  
Of 〈◊〉 thrall, of hunger's bit,  
in dungeon deep to groan:  
Yet he of 〈◊〉 life full oft,  
to many made his moan.  
Not sure for pain which he did feel  
but for the greatest grief:  
That he could not be fed as yet,  
(in slaughter who was chief)  
With blood of Saintis and christian flesh,  
wherewith his lust was fed:  
That he could not exalt the Pope,  
still here as supreme head.  
That he could not his holy Lambs,  
and leaden Bulls bestow:  
His Pardons and his obsequies,  
men's souls to over throw.  
¶ That truth had over thrown with power  
his brutish 〈◊〉 intent:  
Which thought by fire & faggots force,  
God's Gospel to prevent.  
¶ This wrought his only grief and woe,  
as well it did appear:  
For other cause sure there was none,  
that ever I could hear.  
¶ He lay full soft and had enough  
of Beer, and change of wine:  
Both flesh and fish; both fruitꝭ & foul,  
most delicate and fine.  
His table never wanted suits,  
at will it to maintain:  
He lacked never cators he,  
his aids took always pain.  
To keep their God, their hope, their trust,  
their staff of Roomishe stay:  
Because with him they wished a change,  
still looking for a day.  
¶ And not with him but with the rest,  
of all their hellish rabble:  
Which are in their blind errors still,  
most hard and wilful 〈◊〉.  
¶ Who prisoners are as foes to Christ,  
to Christian Queen and land:  
But chief this quondam which made boast  
if he might have in hand.  
¶ His former power and time again,  
to bless and curse at will:  
Where one he burned, on thousands then  
he would his lust fulfil.  
¶ This was his boast and bloody thirst,  
wherein his aids did trust:  
That once again the Roomishe whore,  
might have her filthy lust.  
¶ Although since he by due desert,  
hath been in hold for sin:  
Such mercy hath been show'd him there,  
as he show'd none I win.  
To such as were his betters far,  
in knowledge, birth and 〈◊〉:  
Yea and in life Apostolic,  
of much more godly name.  
For sure his manners were most 〈◊〉,  
at all times plainly show'd:  
Why? was't not he that sought the tree,  
of our increase 〈◊〉 hewed?  
Who shamelessly hath stand thus long,  
at royal mercies grace:  
Although his deeds and words full 〈◊〉,  
did crave another place.  
But what said those of balam's 〈◊〉,  
there is no law whereby:  
The sword of justice could him strike,  
nor cause why he should die.  
Although when as the Dragon ruled,  
right worthy wightꝭ were slain:  
But 
* Tho. Cranmer. archbishe. of Cant. whom by their Cannons they could not put to death, till the Pope arayning his Image at Room condemned it burned it, & then was he burned at Oxford.  one when cannon law could not,  
he was adjudged pain.  
Without the Cannon's counsels he,  
that 
(c) Cardinal Pool who could not be arch bish. by the Canons till the other were dead.  Pool might have his place:  
By Pope's assent and Roomishe rout,  
which roared him to deface.  
If Pope's assent when English laws,  
nor Cannons cuold prevail:  
Might guiltless make so wise a sage,  
by fiery flames to quail.  
Why might not Princes lawful power  
have made a just decry?  
That such, deserving open shame,  
might recompensed be.  
But only that pure mercy did,  
keep back that right did crave:  
In recompensing him with death,  
as all the rest might have.  
Yet he tryumpht as whole and sound,  
his purpose whole to make:  
Right many yet (if time would serve)  
to bring unto the stake.  
And once again if fortune stood,  
he might have up the Mass:  
(But see how now the Lord of hosts  
hath made his foe like grass)  
Who bragged and boasted in his grease,  
to wash the tile anew:  
And 〈◊〉 an end to his devise,  
which yet he never knew.  
And so the rest with cheerful sound,  
at every news that came:  
Sang as the Proverb old hath been  
Laudes ante victoriam.  
Sith monstrous corpse with delicates,  
so monst'rously was blown:  
Whose monstrous mind with poisoning words  
in grave is overthrown  
But what? did he repent of all  
his bloody sinful race?  
And learn by God's word to amend,  
his life so void of grace?  
Nay sure, till time of present death  
he changed not his mind:  
But as he lived a foe to Christ,  
so died most wilful blind.  
Oh yet though he had lived so ill,  
God's mercy is not base:  
To such as think that Jesus' Christ,  
can all their sins deface.  
But as this 
() Eresich. was 〈◊〉 of, Thessalia who 〈◊〉 Ceres & cut down her woods, at last being strooken with a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was compelled to 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 flesh.  Eresichthon lived,  
in spite and rage to spoil:  
So in his end of mighty jove,  
he took a deadly foil.  
Not that he died, but that in death  
his health he did deniet  
For sure non mori turpé est,  
sed turpiter mori.  
And yet though Exesichthons' end,  
happed not unto this foe:  
To eat his flesh sith Boner's mates,  
in sty did fat him so.  
Yet viler end had he no doubt,  
Then Eresichthons' was:  
Because their times were far unlike,  
as it did come to pass.  
The one a Christian was in name  
the other Pagan proud:  
Yet in there acts of manners like,  
as may be well avowd.  
He, Ceres sought, this Thesus Christ,  
and his to bring to wrack:  
He did starve, this with grease died,  
though grace from him went back.  
Whereby all such as blinded were,  
by favouring of his actis  
May see what judgement is prepared,  
to recompense their factis.  
And therefore howl all balam's seed,  
and weep both most and least:  
Which bear the mark (in such a 〈◊〉  
of that ill fau'red beast.  
But English hartis which love God's 〈◊〉  
our Queen & English land:  
Rejoice, sith hope of foes is 〈◊〉  
by force of God's right hand.  
Sith filthy flesh doth lie in grave,  
though soul I 〈◊〉 be ill:  
Which lived and died so stout a foe  
to Christ's death and wil  
But what though bloody corpse of his  
be forced to lie full low:  
His bloody factis and deeds most vile, 
& Thoosa a great 〈◊〉 star having but one eye which was in his forehead, he was of the isle of Scicilia into which Ulysses being cast by 〈◊〉 of tem pest, & hap, 〈◊〉 on that cave of this Cyclops lost 4. of his men, who would have devoured that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ulysses mass hang him 〈◊〉 had not with a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 bo red out his eye.   
from hence shall no man know?  
Shall treason so conspired: shall pride?  
shall blasphemy lie dead?  
No fame from earth to upper skies,  
his wickedness shall spread.  
His brutish tigrishe toil in time,  
of his most high renown:  
T'extol the power and pomp of him,  
that wears the triple crown.  
His rage and currish cruel spite,  
against his country men:  
His butcherly device to waste,  
the flesh of Christians then.  
His false surmise and murdering spite,  
which show'd him then to be:  
A 
)( Poliphe mus or Cyclops was son of Neptune  Poliphemus right, which slew,  
in three years hundreds three.  
Not of Ulysses soldiers sure,  
but Christians truly tried:  
Which were devoured while he 〈◊〉  
the Ruther for to guide.  
Shall now 
* Philonides was 〈◊〉 big 〈◊〉 Miletae (now 〈◊〉 Malta) altogether so foolish & unlearned that 〈◊〉 him 〈◊〉 a Proverb.  Philonides lie dead?  
shall Serpentinishe rage  
So sleep? Nay sure his wickedness,  
shall live the worlds age.  
His stoutness shall remain 〈◊〉 showed,  
in time of his conflict:  
Who as a subject did deny,  
to have his heart addict.  
And as a foe to Christ (his word)  
and to our gracious Quèens:  
Wished with his mates most trat'rofluy  
some others reign I wéen. 
Indoctior 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will say 〈◊〉 was well 〈◊〉 ned, I 〈◊〉 unt, yet in knowledge of 〈◊〉 lie 〈◊〉 Philoni. 〈◊〉 ding his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.   
Beside his 〈◊〉 life,  
before and in this case:  
Though corpse be dead yet death cannot,  
these horrors quite deface:  
He suffered was full ten years space,  
by favour him to win:  
(As Gospel's nature is) yet he,  
could never once begin.  
For to repent (though favour he,  
deserved had but small:  
At those, which now in his distress,  
did show him most of all.)  
¶ But 〈◊〉 and mocked those, as yet  
which gladly would him teach:  
But chiefly in his death, such men  
as Gospel sound preach.  
And therefore sith in life of his,  
no virtue was to praise:  
In wealth newo no spark of grace,  
which lived and spent his days.  
So like a Cyclops in his den,  
deserving no good fame:  
Sith God hath cut of such a 
(:) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 breedeth among Bees much 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Bee, & always lives in the Hive neyer comming out to gather Honey, but 〈◊〉 devouteth that which the Bee doth 〈◊〉. & at last the Bee and all.  Drone  
can we but praise his name?  
And eke beseech th'almigty jove,  
the number to fulfil:  
In cutting of the rest with speed,  
that hear the beast good wil  
Who sure may shame at his vile race,  
but more at his 〈◊〉 end:  
And sore lament his fearful state,  
which now did not amend.  
Though all his life he had been bend,  
yet now to stand so stout:  
Denying Christ at his last breath,  
Is fearful out of doubt.  
This may 〈◊〉 as God hath lent,  
me grace to rule my pen:  
In blazing forth the deeds and fame,  
(before all Christian men.)  
Of Romans greasy God, whose life  
and death (so worthy shame:)  
I have displayed, and therefore now,  
such shallbe much to blame.  
Which carry at truth and stomach this  
that every man can tell:  
Through out this land and others to,  
exe this, which knew it well.  
¶ God save our Queen Elizabeth,  
and bring her joys to ill:  
And root out those with speed from us  
which bear the 〈◊〉 good wil   
Amen.  
T. Knell. Iu.   

A Commemoration or Dirige of Bastard Edmonde Boner, alias Savage, usurped bishop of London.  
Compiled by Lemeke Auale.  
Episcopatum eius accipiet alter.  
Anno Domini.  
1569.  
¶ Imprinted by P. O.   

¶ The Preface.  
MAtters being yet in doubt, may with questions and reasons, be brought out of doubt: but things being without doubt, ought not with the subtlety of words, be brought into doubt. As without all doubt Edmonde Boner late usurped bishop of London, was a bastard, and also the son of a Bastard: that is a Bastard in gross, and a Bastard can not, neither may not be a bishop. Boner was a Bastard, ergo no bishop; and this is a true conclusion. This is not true said an old Dunstical fellow, sitting at the table with a grave learned Lawyer of the common Law, and an eloquent Civilian, that were all three together: the one frowned, the second did bite his lip, the third in a great rage said: men may say what they will now a days, & belie the truth as you have done, he was a blessed confessor, although a bastard, and a true bishop, both by God's Laws, the Canonical laws & the laws of this realm of England. To this they said all Amen. Prove you the contrary said they, and we will yield unto you: will you: he, then will I prove him no bishop, when he lived, which you grant to 〈◊〉 bastard by these three Laws. Make proof said these three, I will by God's grace quoth he, prove that neither Tunstall, nor Boner, were any bishops of London, but usurped, because they two were bastards: and all bastards be under the same predicament. For the book of Wisdom in the. iiij. Chapit. making a difference between two generations of the lawful, and unlawful. Of the lawful it is said: O quam pulcra, & casta generatio. etc. O how fair is a chaste generation with virtue: the memorial thereof is immortal, for it is known with God, and with men: when it is present, men take example thereat, and if it go away, yet they desire it: it is always crowned, and holden in honour, and winneth the reward of the undefiled 〈◊〉. But the other generation, that is unknown among men, that are called the children of the people: thus much is spoken of in the same book. Multigena autem impiorum multitudo non erit utilis, & spuria vitulamina non dabunt radices altas, nec stabile fundamentum constituit. That is. The multitude of the ungodly children, are unprofitable children, and the things that are planted with whoredom, shall take no deep root, nor lay any fast foundation, though green for a time in the branches, yet they shallbe shaken with the wind, for they stand not fast, and through the vehemency of the winds, that is God's vengeance they shallbe rooted out, for the unperfit branches shallbe broken, the fruit shallbe unprofitable and sour, meet for nothing. For why being demanded of their parents, that is, who were their fathers, or mothers, do witness against them, and declare their abomination, and do disclose their sins, as did that wicked Cham, the son of Noah, which 〈◊〉 his father's secrets, for which cause, Noah asked vengeance upon the offender's son, that thereby the offender might be more grieved, then with his own mishap. Therefore the law that punisheth th'offenders issue, doth more prohibit sin, then that which plagueth the offender 〈◊〉: by this it may be considered, with what zeal the law of England abhorreth unlawful conjunctions, depriving them not only of lawful parents, but also of Ecclesiastical dignity, and temporal inheritance. The Civil Law, speaking of the birth of children, saith: Quod non potest arbor mala fructus bonos facere. etc. An evil tree, say they, can not bring forth good fruit: nor a good free bear evil fruits, and by the consent of the laws it is agreed, that every plant yieldeth to the nature of the ground, wherein it is planted. The child also hath 
Leges 〈◊〉 dicunt 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 tuum 〈◊〉 filium 〈◊〉.  much more certain, and sure knowledge of the mother, then of the father. Therefore saith the Civil Law, your natural or bastard son, is the son of the people: and when such a bastard is, having no certain, or known assured father at the birth, 〈◊〉 it is daily seen, and so judged by law. Now can he come by a father after: as example. If one woman should bear two children, of two fornicators, and one of these fornicators, after do marry with this woman, which of these children should this marriage make legitimate: This would partly help 〈◊〉 by the Civil 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a Bastard.  law, because his father reconciled his mother into marriage but long after his birth: this is not Boner's case (whose father was never married to his mother) fantasy would some what persuade: but reason can not find, seeing the time was once, when both these children were bastards, and the 〈◊〉 of the people, and did not know their fathers: it were therefore against all reason, that a child after ward 
Genes. 16.  borne in the same Matrimony, being lawfully 
〈◊〉. 4.  borne, should lose the inheritance, and place the bastardy in the same, as lawful heir. The laws of England agreeth with the scriptures. Ishmael did not inherit with 〈◊〉: So no bastards do inherit lawfully, by the laws of England, neither is equal to the lawful begotten in the inheritance, which by the Civil laws can be divided, but only among the male children. Saint Augustine in lib. xvi. de Civitate dei, saith, Abraham gave all his substance unto Isaac his son; but unto the sons of the Concubines, he gave gifts, and sent them away from Isaac his son. Whereupon he meant that to bastards, there is no inheritance due, but only necessary living, and under the name of a bastard. Saint Augustine understand all unlawful issues, and so doth holy scripture also, and 〈◊〉 no small difference between 
Et eccle 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sacris repellit ordi nibus. etc. Et si tale 〈◊〉 rit non 〈◊〉 tum permittit 〈◊〉 bear in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 dei  the succession of the lawful begotten, and the bastard in temporal things, or worldly inheritance, much less in the church of Christ, in that, that it admitteth them not into holy Orders: and that is proved in the Pope's Laws, against 〈◊〉 bastardly Papists: and if the Pope 〈◊〉 with such a one, yet he permitted not him to have a dignity, or pre-eminence in the Church, as to be a bishop. Therefore it is convenient, that man's laws should cut them short, in the benefit of worldly succession. When the Church do judge them unworthy of orders, of ministery, of 〈◊〉 dignity: 〈◊〉, whom the holy scripture do thrust down, and greatly embace for though some, that is, one, among a thousand is good, yet most are not only given to wickedness, and persecution. etc. Example of Ishmael, some to murder. Example of Abimelech, 
〈◊〉. ix.  the bastard son of Gedion, which Gedion had lawful begotten sons. lxx. and but one bastard, which bastard Abimelech with one stone, traitorously killed all his brethren, one excepted. So there is more abomination in one bastard, then in. lxix. lawful sons. Many examples I can bring for the of histories, repugnant to bastards, of their filthiness of life, whoredom, idolatry, extortion, treason, murder, gluttony. etc. For it is thought 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  that theidoe draw a certain stain from the voluptuous lust, mutual of both their filthy parents, which in lawful chaste marriage taketh no place: and then knowing themselves to be bastards, hateth all them that are lawfully borne, inventing mischief against them as traitors would have all men traitors: this 〈◊〉 borne Bocher Boner, like Abimeleche, hath 〈◊〉 a great number of the legitimate chil 〈◊〉 of God: whose blood asketh the same cruel vengeance, that holy Abel's do still in the 〈◊〉 of God, against his brother Cain. So you shall not doubt, but by God's laws, the laws of England, and also the Canonical laws, that bastards are all deprived of lawful parents, therefore of inheritance Temporal: also not lawful to take Orders, therefore no ministers of Spiritnall dignity, 
Ergo.  therefore no bishops. judge of this yourselves, 
Ergo.  and then make answer, when it shall please you. Sir, we will departed, quoth they, referring this matter till an other tyme. Here is one, quoth he, with plain Music Dirge like, in the next chamber, singeth to a dull base Lute I pray you let us hear him, it will not hurt 〈◊〉, my think he singeth of D. Boner, some merry vanity, of that vain man, which spent his days in vain Papistry: we are content said they, to hear this matter, and then to departed hence, when he hath done: we pray God it be merry, for we have talked of sad matters, peace a little, silence my masters, quoth he, agreed said they. Then the fellow on the other side of the wall, read in the Bible to himself alone, and that being done, he song in rude rhyme, against rude Boner, the Papist bastard.  
The fellow do read.  
I will send a curse upon you, and I will 
Malach. 〈◊〉  curse your blessings, yea curse them will I, if ye do not take heed: behold I shall corrupt 
Dente. 26  your seed, and cast dung in your faces, even 
Markerehell, mark Papist.  the dung of your solemn feasts, and it shall cleave fast upon you. You are clean gone out of the way, and have caused the multitude to be offended at the law of the lord. You have broken the covenant of Levi, saith the lord of the host, therefore also I will make you to 
Ezech. 13.  be despised, and to be of no reputation among 
Jerem. 8.  the people, because that you have not kept my ways. My hands shall come upon the false Prophets, that look out vain things, and preach lies: they shall not be in the counsel of my people, nor written in the book, because 
Ezech, 34.  they have deceived my people. The best (that is the martyrs) have ye slain, the flock have you not nourished: but churlishely and cruelly have you ruled them. Therefore woe and vengeance be unto you, saith the lord God. All these places of holy writings, crieth out against Boner as much as to any false pastor, that ever hath made spoil like a Wolf in Christ's flock: & the souls of the slain, whom 
Apoca. 6.  he burned for the word of God, and for the testimony which they had: do still cry with a loud voice, saying: How long tarriest thou lord, holy and true, to judge and avenge our blood on them, that dwell on the earth? Well ones it will fall out thus: That the righteous shall stand in great steadfastness, again such 
〈◊〉. 5.  as have dealt extremely with them, and taken away their labours, when Boner with his wicked companions shall see it (as they shall in deed) they shallbe 〈◊〉 with horrible fear, and shall wonder at the hastiness of the sudden health, groaning for very distress of mind, and shall say within themselves, having inward sorrow, and mourning for very anguish of mind. These are they, whom we 〈◊〉 had in derision, and 〈◊〉 upon, we fools thought their lives very madness, and their end to be without honour. But lo, how they are counted among the children of God, and their portion among the 〈◊〉? Therefore we have erred from the way of truth, and the light of righteousness have not shined unto us. Tedious ways have we gone, the way of the lord we have not known: what profit have our pomp brought us: such words shall such as have 〈◊〉 their brethren speak in hell. Let the 〈◊〉 mark this well. Well, well.  
¶ Boner speaketh.  

My soul have cleaved fast to the ground, 
〈◊〉 pavimento 〈◊〉 mea.   
I have fed like a swine, and lived like a hound  
My thought it did me much good,  
In broiling the christians, and shedding blood   

I have showed my ways, I have showed my ways  
How well I loved the romish keys 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉   
The relics of Rome were my delight,  
I was a maiden priest, and our lady's knight.   

justification I could not abide, 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉   
Specially if it came on Christ's side:  
I will climb heaven walls with Scala coeli,  
And follow Alkoc, quondam bishop of Elie.   

My soul now sleep, in dreams and 〈◊〉 
Dormitat aîa mea.   
My corpse is buried among false thieves:  
For my body and soul, th'appointed place,  
Abusing mercy, and refusing grace.   

The way of wickedness, I loved well, 
Viam iniquitatis.   
In missing of Purgatory, perhaps to hell:  
I beshrew Dorbell, and Dunces heart,  
Would I had been 〈◊〉 bishop, but gone to cart.   

The way of truth, I did once take, 
Viam 〈◊〉.   
Which of malice, I did for sake:  
And never since I did repent,  
In despising the eternal testament.   

I did stick once unto God's laws, 
Adhefit te stimoniis 〈◊〉.   
But to forsake it, I had no cause:  
And hardened my heart, & stopped mine 〈◊〉  
And could not weep repentant tears.   

The way of thy commandment I might not bide 
Viam 〈◊〉 tuorum.   
After that I was drunk with the cup of pride,  
But warred loathly, foul, and fat,  
Like to cardinal Wolsey, with his red hat.   
Boner end.  

Deus stetit in Synagoga deorum.  
His lordship would play the justice of 〈◊〉  
In the place of judgement, it did him good,  
To accuse the martyrs, and shed their blood.   

O Clemens.  
There is no man within the city,  
Professing Christ's Gospel, that he would pity  
Much mischief this varlet, did begin  
Therefore his prayer is turned to sin.   

O Pia.  
He had a cankered proud look,  
With bell and candle, and Popish book:  
In cursing God's people with hellish grace,  
A way graundpanche, with thy greasy face.   

O Crux.  
Now a piece of your Dirige I will begin,  
I care not whether, I lose or win:  
You were no great state of honour,  
A bastard, no bishop, but bloody Boner.    


Mourning in black, wailing with care and woe,  
wringing of their hands, they began with Placebo.  
Dilexique master Papist, I loved well Boner,  
That was boshoppe of London, and lived in great honour.  
Quia inclinavit aurem suam, to our good father the Pope,  
I am iacit ille cinis, alas gone is our hope.  
Circumdederunt eum dolores mortis, now rotten in grave,  
Well, well, said the protestant, well rid of a. k.  
Perhaps cum pericula inferni with Chymerus fell,  
Or Cerborus the triple headed dog of hell.  
Tribulationem & dolorem invenit, that bastard thief.  
That have spoiled Christ's flock, with 〈◊〉 and grief.  
O domine libera animam meam, from this Basan Bull,  
That the innocent lambs did tear and pull.  
Custodiens paruulos dominus, the Lord hath helped Zion:  
And taken away this mad dog, this wolf, and this Lion.  
Qui erupit animam de morte, and my heart from sorrow,  
Now gentle master Boner, God give you 〈◊〉 morrow.  
〈◊〉 surely, thou 〈◊〉 given them eternal rest, 
Et lux 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.   
Whom Boner in prison, most sore 〈◊〉.  
Placebo. Bo. Bo. Bo. Bo. Bo.  
Heu me, beware the bug, out quoth Boner alas,  
De profundis 〈◊〉, how is this matter come to pass.  
Laevauioculos meos, from a dark deep place.  
Now Lazarus help Dives, with one drop of grace.  
Ne quando rapiat ut 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 guard, druggarde,  
To defend this matter, came John Avail, and Miles Huggarde.  
From the gates of hell, quoth the rebels, dedefende B. Boner,  
That with S. fisher and Becket, he 〈◊〉 have honour.  
Amen quod R. C. B. H. and L.  
Deliver him from this pains of hell.   

R. Do begin the first lesson.  
Parce michi domine.  

SPare us oh sweet lord, our days are all gone,  
Our holy father dear Boner, hath left us alone.  
Now enclosed in tomb, wrappeth in earth and clate,  
Ecce nunc in pulucre dormit, do 〈◊〉 & 〈◊〉 away  
We hoped that he should have done, as he did before,  
Come for the of prison ones again, and burned more and more.  
Who shall trust temporal powers, in whom is 
Nolite con fidere in principi.  no health,  
Far well our spiritual father dear, our 〈◊〉 and wealth.  
Now help, Dominicke, Becket, Dunston, and saint Line,  
Gregory with thy 〈◊〉, antony with thy swine.  
This father was heavenly minded, and never carnal,  
Therefore defend him from the flames infernal.   

Respond.  
Pray for Boner Band D. souls,  
You that walk in the Popish ilde of 〈◊〉  
Ye pray for them, and think no scorn,  
The like of Boner was never borne.   

Boner.  
Et in carne mea videbo, the bones that I have burned.  
And also Jesus Christ, against whom I have sporned.  
I have not one dog 〈◊〉 of legarde main,  
Posuisti me tibi contrarium, heu me, great pain.   

I cry to man, child, and wife,  
I abhorred much the book of life:  
And loved moste the Pope's laws,  
And regarded not Christ two straws.  
Ue miserum michi therefore,  
Saint Peter have locked the door,  
And bid me go the wrong way,  
Because I had not the right way.  
I will make an other shift,  
Seeing I am driven to this drift,  
Now help holy father the Pope,  
With scaling ladder and rope:  
Chance what chance may fall,  
Now will I scale heaven wall.    

¶ L. Do read the second lesson.  
Tedetanimam meam.  

OH his soul was weary here, in the life that he had,  
His food was bread and water, his lodging was to bad.  
Clothed in here, sleeping against the hard stones,  
That through fasting, his skin clave to the bones.  
Watching in prayer, lamenting both day and night:  
Subduing fleshly affection, and walked in the spirit,  
Meek in mind as a Wolf, and simple as a fox:  
As chaste as the he Goat, as slender as the 〈◊〉.  
As liberal as the she Bear, as sweet as the Brock,  
Of all kind of linen cloth, he loved well a smock.  
As wholesome as a mad Dog, as cleanly as a Boar,  
He loved well a fat Pig, so he did a h.  
Paale as the Turkey Cock, as gentle as a Snake.  
The like is not in all hell, if you seek hyn with a rake.   

Respond.  
Speak you of Boner?  
God save his honour,  
Some said they heard him say,  
In bed as he lay,  
Noli me condemnare,  
Dum veneris 〈◊〉,  
Ante te erubesco,  
Comissa mea 〈◊〉.   

Qui Lazarum resuscitasti, from stinking 〈◊〉  
Farewell, farewell, you Popish k.  
Te decet deus hymuus in Zion,  
Boner was as cruel as a Lion:  
For if he had lived, and the world turned,  
Many a good man, he would have burned.   

Per ignem with fire,  
That was his desire.    

¶ T. The third lesson.  
Manus tue dne fecerunt me.  

THe hand of God framed him once in goodly shape,  
Then transformed like a Boor, and conditioned like an Ape:  
From a Bishop to a Butcher, most bloody of kind.  
Which often in Bastards, the like you may find:  
There is a great decree made by C. the pope  
That no Bastard should wear staff, mitre or Cope:  
Neither hath any dignity, under a Cathedral steeple,  
Because he is fatherless, and the son of the people: 
Genesi. 〈◊〉.   
Abraham left inheritance, to Isaac his son by right:  
To his bastards he gave gifts, and put 〈◊〉 from his sight.  
So if bastards be unworthy of Temporal inheritance,  
Much less in Christ's Church, to have any pre-eminence:  
This Boner was a bastard, of blood and condition,  
And departed from this life, without contrition.   

Respond.  
Lord how he would pullam,  
When he was at Fullam,  
With fire, rods, and chains  
He put them to pains,  
And that was well seen,  
By M. and Bartlet green. 
〈◊〉 abscondatfaciam suam.    

O Lord I pray thee in what place  
Shall bloody E. Boner, past all grace  
Hid his greasy block head,  
When he shall judge the quick & dead.  
Quid hoc rei est?  
Marry he shall rise like a beast,  
Among the romish pied coats,  
On the left hand among the goats   

He would not pray,  
Nor say Matins that day,  
But swell and pant,  
If 〈◊〉 were scant.  
But red wine and a Pig,  
Would make him leap & frig  
And say diligo uxores vestras,  
Ab ortu solis ad vesperas.    

¶ The fourth lesson.  
Quantis habuit iniquitas.  

〈◊〉 sore was this bloody beast, fraught with sin,  
So fat was his flesh, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 would the skin.  
Incrassatus, impiguatus, dilatatus, Symoniacus,  
gross, fat, and puffed up with a great patus,  
Sacrificium deo nostro, cor contritum  
Tu autem argenteos lebetes, was thy delitum,  
Cur faciam tuam abscondisti like an owl in the night  
Refusing the blessed Gospel the word of light  
Thy cursed acts, in parchment shallbe enrolled,  
Against God & thy prince, thou wert to bold  
Thy bloody crimes shall be in mind, now thou art gone and passed,  
Thou shalt make a dreadful count to God, for them at the last.   

Respond.  
I am fetet, quia putrifactus est,  
Which made the Papists many a feast  
But in his coal house, he gave no 〈◊〉  
But in Smithfield most cruel heat,  
Now death his power do invade,  
Like rotten dung, his flesh do fade,  
I do not quarrel,  
His guts filled a barrel.   

Alas quoth the Papists and well away,  
He was buried in the night, not in the day,  
Where were the Papists that hour?  
Some in the Flete, some in the Lower,  
And many paste all grace,  
Be in every Popish place,  
God send them such honour,  
As hath their dadde Boner,  
Qui vomuit nigrum, post fata cruorem.    

¶ The fift lesson.  
Homo natus.  

HOmo natus,  
Came to heaven gatus:  
Sir you do come to latus,  
With your shorn patus.  
Frequentia falsa evangelii,  
For the love of your bailie,  
Cum auro & argento,  
You loved the rules of Lento,  
Which the Pope did invento  
You are spurius de muliere,  
Not legitimate nor lawful here  
O quam venenosa pestis,  
Fur, periurus, latro mechus,  
Homicidus tantum decus,  
De salute animarum,  
Of Christ's flock thou haddest small 〈◊〉.  
Thou art filius populi,  
Go, go, to Constantinopoli,  
To your master the Turk,  
There shall you lurk:  
Among the Heathen souls,  
Sometime your shorn brethren of Paul's,  
Were as black as moles,  
With their caps four forked,  
Their shoes warm corked,  
Nosed like red Grapes,  
Constant as she Apes,  
In nature like black Monks,  
And shoot 〈◊〉 trunks  
And bowl when they have dined,  
And keep them from the wind,  
And they which are not able,  
Do sit still at the table,  
With colour Scarlet pale  
So small is their good ale,  
Thus from God they did turn,  
Long before their church did burn  
Then when rich men were sick,  
Either dead or quick,  
Valde diligenter notant,  
Vbi divites egrotant,  
Ibi currunt, nec cessabunt,  
Donec ipsos tumilabunt,  
Oues alienas tondunt,  
Et perochias confundunt.  
These fellows piled as Ganders,  
Much like the friars of Flanders,  
Which serve Satan about the cloisters,  
They love red wine and Disters,  
Qui vult Satanae servire  
Claustrum debet introire,  
And ever have such an head,  
As bastard Boner that is dead:  
He would for the Pope take pain,  
Therefore help you friars of spain:  
You enquisiters take pain,  
It is a great main.  
Unto the Pope your head,  
That Boner is thus dead,  
And buried in a miser's grave,  
Like a common k.  
Lo, lo, now is he dead,  
That was so well fed,  
And had a soft bed.  
Estote fortis in bello.  
Good Harding and thy fellow:  
If you be Papists right,  
Come steal him away by night  
And put him in a shrine,  
He was the Pope's divine,  
Why, shall he be forgotten,  
And lie still and rotten:  
Come on and do not faint,  
Translate with speed your 〈◊〉.  
And put him in a tomb,  
His heart is now at Rome.  
Come forth you loughtes of loven  
And steal away this 〈◊〉,  
You are so fuil of Ire,  
And Popish desire:  
And romish derision,  
And hellish division.  
Therefore I am sure,  
Your kingdom will not dure.  
Crescit rancour, crescit ira,  
Crescit & invidia,  
Totus loven in errorem,  
Voluiter in caligine,  
Nullus curat obidire,  
Verbis jesu Christi,  
Fides in Roma non apparet,  
Totus loven fide carit.  
Thus he must turn to dust,  
In loven there is none to trust.  
As slippery as Eels,  
The world do run on wheels,  
Now help old friends of Paul's  
And pray for our souls:  
This is our desire,  
From these flames of fire.  
I am in Purgatorij,  
Oh. L. K. G. and F. be sorry,  
Brevis eius dies sunt,  
He breathed over Paul's Funte  
Ridiant me inimici,  
But all you that be wisie,  
Beware of Papistry all,  
The Chequer, & westminster hall  
And all the Inns of Court,  
I do not scoff nor sport.  
And all this great city,  
It is great pity:  
That I Edmonde Boner,  
Against God's great honour,  
Have drawn you from truth,  
Oh this is great ruth.  
Comissa mea pavesco,  
Et ante te tremesco,  
Dum veneris judicare,  
Quarc, quare, quare, quare.  
Fremuerunt Gentes.  
I beshrew the Pope's dentes  
In cathedra Moysiimpij sedent,  
Therefore repent, repent, repent  
Tempus est vos revertendi,  
Tempus est nobis non penidendi,  
Tempus est vos rediundi,  
Ab errore falsi mundi  
False Papists, and false thieves  
Shall ever have pains & griefs,  
Thus did Boner sore lament,  
Moving Christ's to repent.   

Respond.  
Ne recorderis 〈◊〉,  
He was full of hata  
Regarding non estata,  
Et quasi flos,  
with his great nose,  
Fugit velut umbra,  
They morn for him in northumbria    

¶ The sixth lesson.  
Quis michi hoc tribuat.  

ONe alas in dreadful dream, poor Boner did behold:  
In woeful weed attired foul, sometime was brave in gold.  
With fiery stroke sore beaten was, that sometime had smitten other:  
He was as sore tormented there, as Cain that slew his brother.  
His salt tears ran down apace, with bloody hand he struck his breast:  
A worm about his heart bewrapte, that reaved him of his rest.  
About this ghost flocked a rabblement, of friars fat and foul:  
Then cried out a little spirit, like a shrieking Owl.  
We, ve, and out alas, thy vengeance do now begin:  
These flames and floods, & dungeons deep, are wages all for sin.  
Come drink thy fill in Lethaes flood and then to Styx return:  
Forget thyself, denay thy God, lo, this is a place to burn. 
Syllius lib. 13. Call this the floods of hell, that spew for the blood, poison, fire. etc.   
The wicked ones, which ordained were, as chaff cast from the corn:  
So in this bloody Cocytus, thou shalt be rend and torn.  
Quis michi tribuat quod Boner though shall I in this place dwell:  
Let me be cleansed in Purgatory, away you fiends of hell.  
Donec, donec, my trentals are done in the Church of Rome:  
Tarry here said the Monks black until the day of doom.  
With that he swelled with loathly look, crying, now have I need:  
Where are become my romish friends, where is good Henry Crede?  
Miseremini mei, miseremini mei, if merits may me save:  
Such measure as you have measured other men, 
Satan.  such measure shall you have.  
Quis potest facere mundum, a bastard wert thou borne:  
De immundo conseptum semine, now art thou rent and torn.  
Burnt and drowned and never deed we have none other place:  
Spes impiorum peribit, we are exclude all from grace.  
Non remittitur ei in hoc seculo, neque in alio.  
You are condemned by the judge, to dwell still in our gailio.  
Et sicut dies marcennarij, thy days are made an end:  
An enemy to the Lord thy God, but to the Pope a friend.  
Then cast they him in Melas flood most dark and black in sight  
Iú dreadful sleep a man did see, this vision in the night.   

Respond.  
Ne recorderis peccata,  
But open heaven gata  
Saint Peter with your keys,  
Show my lord the right ways  
He dwelled once at Paul's,  
And had cure of our souls:  
I wiss he was not a baste,  
But holy, meek, and chaste:  
It is a great pity,  
That he is gone from our city:  
A man of great honour,  
Oh holy saint Boner,  
You blessed Friars,  
That never were liars:  
And you holy Nuns  
That never had sons  
Set this child of grace,  
In some Angels place.   

Dum veneris 〈◊〉,  
Help, help S. Marry  
Noli eum condemnare,  
He burned many in  
the days of Queen Marie.  
Sicut Leo querens praedam,  
animas devoravit.  
If this was not a blessed deed,  
Ask L. K. S. P. and H. Crede.    

¶ The seventh lesson.  
Spiritus meus.  

MY spirit God wot, is feeble, 〈◊〉 and sore:  
and so shall we Papists, daily more and more.  
Our time of Papistry shallbe short, foolish and vain.  
Ab aquilone panditur omne malum, the Papists took pain.  
Now Mars our bloody Boner is laid in earth full cold:  
Whose life and liberty, would have made us bold.  
With bloody hands, and cruel hearts was our desire:  
To have burned the Protestants, with hot flaming fire.  
Set up shorn crowns (the stews) and monks in boots:  
And destroyed Christ's doctrine clean by the roots  
Brought in Idols, Latin service, and ringing of bells.  
〈◊〉 chantries, Masses, abbeys, and Cells.  
Thus we would have done, in tindal, and Comberlande.  
And brought romish service, again into Northumberlande.  
There are a remnant left, I may them 〈◊〉  
The children of Antichrist, and of God Ball.  
Rumor super rumorem, while the storm do last,  
Antichrist and his, are now at the last cast.  
And Boner is rotten, and stinketh in grave:  
Well rid is Christ's flock, of so wolvish 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Si veritatem dico, quare non creditis michi?   

¶ The Respond.  
Dies eius breviabuntur,  
Boner was a great hunter:  
Per ignem with fire hot,  
N unc in putredine God wot  
Ubi est ergo nunc  
Either Friar, Nun, or Monk,  
That can for a little space,  
Put him a purging place:  
Now good man sir Pope,  
What do your worship hope?  
In inferno nulla est redemptio.    

¶ The eight lesson. 〈◊〉 it.  
Pelle mei consumptus.  

MY flesh is consumed, there is 〈◊〉 skin and bone:  
In saint George's Church yard, my grave and I alone.  
My tongue that used lewd words, and lips away are rotten:  
Take pity upon me. R. L. and H. let me not be forgotten.  
Register me in with a 〈◊〉 pen, 〈◊〉 the romish rolls,  
And make some Obsequi for my sake, I 〈◊〉 it were in Paul's.  
Say Dirige for me gentle T. H. U. R. L. and B.  
Say you the Mass, mourn you in black, W. F. and C.  
Ring you the bells, hold you the lights A. P. S. and N.  
A. B. the Crosrowe of Papists, show 〈◊〉 selves like men.  
For if your merits do not help, then come I very late:  
Like the foolish virgins five, which knocked at the gate.  
To whom he said, I know you not, depart from my sight:  
You wanted faith, and watched not, when I came in the night.  
Let living wights, watch therefore, though it be pain and grief:  
For suddenly the Lord do come, 〈◊〉 like to a 〈◊〉.  
O Boner, Boner, one's again, in thy skin thou shalt be clad:  
And have such members in degree, as in this life thou had.  
Then shalt thou see the 〈◊〉 all, in judgement stand upright:  
Whom in this world thou diddest abuse with murder, and with spite.  
And called them unlearned all, and now in great honour:  
Such was the blindness of Papists hearts, and specially of thee Boner.   

¶ The Respond.  
Vain, vain, vain, vain,  
All bloody Papists do live in vain.  
There is no mean, but heaven and hell  
In doing evil, and working well.  
Each soul shall go unto his place:  
The brand of hell, and child of grace.  
Scimus quia transit hora,  
Redeamus sine mora,  
Uitam nostram emendamus,  
The 〈◊〉 of death, drawing on a 〈◊〉  
Pray for mercy, joy, and grace:  
V ade & non amplius peccare.    

¶ The ninth lesson.  
Quarede vulua. S. read it.  

ALas from my mother's womb, why hast thou brought me out:  
I have lived like a Butcher's 〈◊〉 and died like a 〈◊〉.  
I stopped mine ears against the truth, God's word I would not hear:  
And hardened my heart against the Prince, in person many a year.  
There led my life in hearts delight, my soul did feel no care:  
In soft bed, and choice of wine, wanting no dainty fare.  
False hope I had to come forth, as ones I did before;  
But still despair, said I should die and persecute no more.  
One morn betime I looked forth, as oft as I did before:  
And did 〈◊〉 a pulpit, in churches wise, made by my prison door.  
A Preacher there was, that Crowlye hight, which preached in that place,  
A mean if God had loved me, to call me then to grace.  
hody si vocem, was his theme, and harden not thine heart:  
As did the fathers the rebels old that perished in desert,  
Thus protestants, have me slain with the power of the word:  
But if the world had served me, with fire, and with sword.  
I would have killed and burned all more than I did before:  
But now farewell you papists all from henceforth evermore.  
Would no wight had me known nor eyes me never seen:  
Then should I have been in such fort, as I had never been.   

The Respond.  
In die illa tremenda,  
Who shall my lord defenda:  
Neither Pe. Wes. Nor. Mar.  
Traitors Tempest that blow up war,  
Slinge. Hil. nor Swineburne,  
Or any traitor, that gape for a turn.  
They shall have horror inhabitans,  
God send them mischance.  
Omne regnum divisum. etc.  
Against the Queen they risum,  
Per aliam viam reversi sunt.  
Papists are traitors, as they are 〈◊〉.  
Rumour super rumorem erit.  
Between Doncaster and Perith,  
Be many Popish hearts,  
Would their heads were in carts.  
And their bodies in graves:  
Rebels are thieves and knaves.  
Ardiet pugnas vicio parentum,  
The rebels beyond Trentham  
Shall quickly repentham.  
Sepuichrum paten: est venture eorum.  
They abhor doctrina Apostolorum  
Sepe expugnaverunt you know it well  
Northern storms are sharp & fell  
Snow, hail, Ice, and Frost,  
All their hope is but lost.  
Dies magnae & amara.  
They are now in sorrow and 〈◊〉  
They will never have such honour  
As had this bastard E. Boner.  
Although he were a Po. k.  
Yet buried he was in a grave,  
Pluet super proditores laquios.   
¶ th'end of Boner's Dirige. Per ironiam Erat vir ille simplex & rectus, ac timens deum, & recaedens amalo.   

¶ Here after do follow a lineal Pedegres of boner's kindred, by the mind and judgement of many Doc. a man of a great house, long before the captivity of Babylon.  
¶ Bastard Edmonde Savage, being a 〈◊〉 lubberly scholar, was supposed to be the the son of one Boner.  

Which was the son of a juggler or wild rogue  
Which was the son of a villain engross.  
Which was the son of a Cutpurse.  
Which was the son of a Tom of Bedlam  
Which was the son of a 〈◊〉 of a spittle  
Which was the son of a thief or a 〈◊〉  
Which was the son of a wild Irish.  
which was the son of a Stoic Philosopher  
which was the son of Agarion.  
which was though son of a 〈◊〉.  
which was the son of a Sectuarie.  
which was the son of Appelles.  
which was the son of 〈◊〉.  
which was the son of Alogy.  
which was the son of Almerichus.  
which was the son of Aetius.  
which was the son of Adamiani.  
which was the son of Alepheli.  
which was the son of Appolinaris.  
which was the son of Ammonus.  
which was the son of Aquarij.  
which was the son of Arrius.  
which was the son of Barbara Sigismundi.  
which was the son of Angelici.  
which was the son of Anthropomorphius.  
which was the son of Belzebub.  
which was the son of Bisylides.  
which was the son of Berillus.  
which was the son of Carpocratis.  
which was the son of Cataphrigius.  
which was the son of Caluthus.  
which was the son of Cazinzarius.  
which was the son of Catharides.  
which was the son of Caparnaitis.  
which was the son of Cherinthus.  
which was the son of Donatus.  
which was the son of Ebion.  
which was the son of Elindius.  
which was the son of Ennopus.  
which was the son of Ennomius.  
which was the son of Euthices.  
Which was the son of Ecrastines.  
Which was the son of Gnotiques.  
Which was the son of Iesebel.  
Which was the son of Faustuti.  
Which was the son of Helchesate.  
Which was the son of Hymerobasta.  
Which was the son of iovinianus.  
Which was the son of Manacheus.  
Which was the son of Mahomet.  
Which was the son of Martion.  
Which was the son of Messalianis.  
Which was the son of Montanus.  
Which was the son of Monothelete.  
Which was the son of Novatis.  
Which was the son of Nestorius.  
Which was the son of Nicolaus.  
Which was the son of Nectages,  
Which was the son of Paulus Samosatenus  
Which was the son of Praitas.  
Which was the son of Pelagus.  
Which was the son of Petrus 〈◊〉.  
Which was the son of Photius.  
Which was the son of polo.  
Which was the son of Sabinus.  
Which was the son of Roganus.  
Which was the son of Sabellicus.  
Which was the son of Sarahatis.  
Which was the son of Simachcus.  
Which was the son of the 〈◊〉.  
Which was the son of a 〈◊〉.  
Which was the son of Theodorus 〈◊〉  
Which was the son of Tatian.  
Which was the son of Sargius.  
Which was the son of a benedict monk.  
Which was the son of a Carthusian.  
Which was the son of a Cistertian.  
Which was the son of a Canon regular.  
Which was the son of a Barnardine.  
Which was the son of Cluniacke  
Which was the son of Dominicke.  
Which was the son of a Celestin.  
Which was the son of jesuit.  
Which was the son of an Eremite.  
Which was the son of a Minoret.  
Which was the son of a Charmilet.  
Which was the son of a Bomson.  
Which was the son of an Anchor.  
Which was the son of a Buggerer.  
Which was the son of a Limiter.  
Which was the son of a Balamite.  
which was the son of a conjuror.  
which was the son of a Dispensator.  
which was the son of a 〈◊〉.  
which was the son of a Romish commissary  
which was the son of a Doctor Canon.  
which was the son of a master of 〈◊〉.  
which was the son of a Suffragham.  
which was the son of a romish bishop.  
which was the son of a Courtesan.  
which was the daughter of a Cardinal.  
which was the mother of the Pope.   
which also in the captivity of Babylon, did bear three brethren. Simon Magus, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, and Mahomette, by antichrist the son of the Devil, of iniquity, and perdition the cause of all ignorance, infidelity, Simony, Treason, Idolatry, persecution, Rebellion, tumult, wicked assemble, and finally everlasting damnation.   

¶ A prayer to the holy Trinity, against ignorance of Goddss word, and Wolves.  
Almighty and eternal god the father, the son, and the holy spirit one God in trinity, and the trinity in unity, which art always more readier to hear, than we are apt to pray: and 〈◊〉 give unto us, more than we can desire, or deserve. We most humbly pray thee, to have mercy upon us, according to thy great mercy, and pardon us good Lord for our sins: that we have rebelled against thy divine Majesty, in thought, word, and deed, 〈◊〉 thee to cast upon us sundry plagues for 〈◊〉 offences: As pestilence, dearth, rebellion with other grievous calamities, unto our 〈◊〉 bodies. But oh my good Lord God, how haste taken greater 〈◊〉 upon 〈◊〉, the which with mortal eyen can not well 〈◊〉 seen, but felt: that is, the ignorance of thy 〈◊〉 will and commandment. 〈◊〉 oh Lord GOD, the guide and path 〈◊〉 to all deadly sins, death, and finally 〈◊〉, banishment from thy glorious 〈◊〉, world without end. Have mercy ave mercy and pity, oh jesus God's only 〈◊〉 upon thy flock, thou great Shepherd of the Sheep. Regard thy fold, defend thy flock, whom thou hast redeemed in thy most precious blood. Deliver thy Uineyard of England, from the Boar of Room, and thy Lambs, from the mouth of Wolves, as bloody Boner was Oh let God a rise, and let his enemies be scattered, let them also that hate him fly before him: so that we that are the Sheep of his pasture, may in the 〈◊〉 of his word, be fed in the pleasant fields of his holy scriptures, to life everlasting: Through jesus Christ our lord.   
Amen.