THE LIFE AND DEATH of the most blessed among women, the Virgin MARY Mother of our LORD JESUS. With the Murder of the Infants in Bethlehem, judas his Treason, and the Confession of the good Thief and the bad.  
Printed at London by G. E. and are to be sold at Christ-church gate. 1620.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND truly virtuous Lady, the Noble Patroness of good endeavours, MARY Countess of Buckingham.  
Right Honourable Madam:  
AS the Graces, the Virtues, the Senses, and the Muses, are emblemed, or alluded to your noble sex, and as all these have ample residence in your worthy disposition: To whom then but to yourself, being a Lady in goodness complete, should I commit the patronage of the memory of the great Lady of Ladies, Mother to the high and mighty Lord of Lords? And though I (a Tailor) have not apparelled her in such garments of elocution and ornated style, as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency, yet I beseech your Honour to accept her for her own worth, and her Son's worthiness: which Son of hers, by his own merits, and the powerful mercy of his Father, I heartily implore to give your Honour a participation of his gracious Mother's eternal felicity.  
Your Honours, in all humble service to be commanded. JOHN TAILOR.   

The Argument, and cause of this Poem.  
BEing lately in Antwerp, it was my fortune to overlook an old printed Book in prose, which I have turned into Verse, of the life, death & burial of our blessed Lady: wherein I read many things worthy of observation, and many things frivolous and impertinent; out of the which I have (like a Bee) sucked the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures, and Fathers which I best credited, and I have left the poison of Antichristianisme to those where I found it (whose stomaches can better digest it,) I put it to the Press, presuming it shall be accepted of pious Protestants and charitable Catholics; as for lukewarm Neutralists that are neither hot nor cold, they do offend my appetite, and therefore up with them. The schismatical Separatist, I have many times discoursed with him, and though he be but a Butcher or a Button-maker, and at the most, a lump of opinionated ignorance, yet he will seem to wring the Scriptures to his opinions, and presume to know more of the mysteries of Religion, than any of our Reverend learned Bishops and Doctors.  
I know this work will be unrelished in the pestiferous palates of the dogmatic Amsterdammatists; but I do, must, and will acknowledge a most reverend honour and regard unto the sacred memory of this blessed virgin Lady, Mother of our Lord and Redeemer jesus; and in my thoughts she shall ever have superlative respect above all Angels, Principalities, patriarchs, Prophets, Apostles, Evangelists or Saints whatsoever, under the blessed Trinity; yet (mistake me not) as there is a difference betwixt the Immortal Creator, and a mortal creature, so (whilst I have warrant sufficient from God himself, to invocate his Name only) I will not give man, Saint, or Angel any honour that may be derogatory to his eternal Majesty.  
As amongst Women she was blest above all, being above all full of Grace, so amongst Saints I believe she is supreme in Glory: and it is an infallible truth, that as the Romanists do dishonour her much by their superstitious honourable seeming attributes; so on the other part, it is hellish and odious to God and good men, either to forget her, or (which is worse) to remember her with impure thoughts, or unbeseeming speech for the excellency of so divine a Creature. I confess myself the meanest of men, and most unworthy of all to write of her that was the best of Women, but my hope is, that Charity will cover my faults, and accept of my good meaning, especially having endeavoured and striven to do my best: So wishing all hearts to give this holy Virgin such honour as may be pleasing to God; which is, that all should pattern their lives to her life's example, in lowliness and humility, and then they shall be exalted where she is in Glory, with eternity.  john Taylor.  

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE most blessed amongst all Women, the Virgin Mary the Mother of our Lord JESUS CHRIST.  
BEfore the Fire, Air, Water,  
Earth were framed;  
Sun, Moon, or any thing vnnam'd or named;  
God was, who ne'er shall end, nor ne'er began,  
To whom all ages and all time's a span:  
By whose appointment each thing fades or grows,  
And whose eternal knowledge all things knows.  
When Adam's sin plucked down supernal ire,  
And justice judged him to eternal fire:  
Then Mercy did the execution stay,  
And the great price of man's great debt did pay.  
And as a woman tempted man to vice,  
For which they both were thrust from Paradise:  
So from a woman was a Saviour's birth,  
That purchased Man a heaven for loss of earth:  
Our blessed Redeemers mother, that blessed she,  
Before the world (by God) ordained to be  
A chosen vessel, fittest of all other,  
To be the Son of Gods most gracious mother.  
She is the theme that doth my Muse invite,  
Unworthy of such worthiness to write.  
I will no prayers not invocations frame,  
For intercession to this heavenly Dame:  
Nor to her name one fruitless word shall run,  
To be my mediatress to her Son;  
But to th'eternal Trinity alone,  
I'll sing, I'll sigh, I'll invocate and moon.  
I prise no creatures glory at that rate,  
The great Creator's praise t'extenuate.  
But to th'Almighty, (ancient of all days,)  
Be all dominion, honour, laud and praise.  
I write the blessed conception, birth, and life,  
Of this beloved Mother, Virgin, Wife:  
The joys, the griefs, the death and burial place  
Of her most glorious, gracious, full of grace.  
Her father joachim a virtuous man,  
Had long lived childless with his wife S. Anne,  
And both of them did zealously intend,  
If God did ever son or daughter send,  
That they to him would dedicate it solely  
To be his servant and to live most holy:  
God heard and granted freely their request,  
And gave them Mary (of that sex the best.)  
At three years' age, she to the Temple went,  
And there eleven years in devotion spent:  
At th'end of fourteen years it came to pass,  
This virgin unto joseph spoused was:  
Then after four months' time was past and gone,  
Th'Almighty scent from his tribunal throne,  
His great Ambassador, which did unfold  
The greatest ambassage ever yet was told,  
Hail MARY full of heavenly grace (quoth he)  
The (high omnipotent) Lord is with thee,  
Blest amongst women (by God's gracious dumb)  
And blessed be the fruit of thy blessed womb.  
The Angel's presence, and the words he said,  
This sacred undefiled Maid dismayed,  
Amazed, mused what this message meant,  
And wherefore God this messenger had sent.  
Fear not (said Gabriel) MARY (most renowned)  
Thou with thy gracious God hast favour found,  
For lo, thou shalt conceive and bear a Son,  
(By whom redemption and saluation's won)  
And thou his (saving) name shalt JESUS call,  
Because he'll come to save his people all.  
She humbly, mildly heavens high Nuntius hears,  
But yet to be resolved of doubts and fears,  
How can these things (quoth she) accomplished be,  
When no man hath knowledge had with me?  
The Holy Ghost (the Angel then replied)  
Shall come upon thee (and thy God and guide)  
The power of the most High shall shadow thee,  
That holy thing that of thee borne shall be,  
Shall truly called be the Son of God,  
By whom sin, death, and hell, shall down be trod.  
Then MARY to these speeches did accord,  
And said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord.  
Be it to me according to thy will,  
I am thine own obedient servant still.  
This being said, she tuned her Angel tongue,  
My soul doth magnify the Lord, (she sung)  
My spirit, and all my faculties, and voice,  
In God my Saviour solely doth rejoice:  
For though man's sins provoke his grievous wrath,  
His humble handmaid he remembered hath.  
For now behold from this time henceforth shall  
All generations me right blessed call:  
He that is mighty me hath magnifide,  
And holy is his name: his mercies bide  
On them that fear him (to provoke his rage)  
Throughout the spacious world, from age to age.  
With his strong arm he hath showed strength and battered,  
The proud & their imaginations scattered.  
He hath put down the mighty from their seat,  
The meek and humble he exaulted great,  
To fill the hungry he is provident,  
When as the rich away are empty sent:  
His mercies promised Abraham and his seed.  
He hath remembered, and help Israel's need.  
This Song she sung with heart and holy spirit,  
To laud her Maker's mercy and his might:  
And the like song, sung with so sweet a strain  
Was never, nor shall e'er be sung again.  
When Mary by the Angel's speech perceived  
How old Elizabeth a child conceived,  
To see her strait her pious mind was bend,  
And to jerusalem in three days she went.  
And as the Virgin (comen from Nazareth)  
Talked with her kinswoman Elizabeth,  
john Baptist, then vnnam'd an unborn boy,  
Did in his mother's belly leap with joy:  
Both Christ and john unborn, yet john knew there  
His great Redeemer and his God was near.  
When joseph his pure wife with child espied,  
And knew he never her accompanied,  
His heart was sad, he knew not what to say,  
But in suspect would put her quite away.  
Then from the high Almighty Lord supreme,  
An Angel came to joseph in a Dream,  
And said; Fear not with Mary to abide,  
For that which in her blessed womb doth reside,  
Is by the Holy Ghost in wonder done,  
For of thy Wife there shall be borne a Son,  
From him alone Redemption all begins,  
And he shall save his people from their sins.  
This being said, the Angel passed away,  
And joseph with his Wife and Maid did stay:  
Then he and she with speed prepared them,  
To go to David's City Bethelem,  
Through winter's weather, frost, & wind & snow  
Four weary days in travel they bestow.  
But when to Bethlem they approached were  
Small friendship & less welcome they found there:  
No Chamber, nor no fire to warm them at,  
For harbour only they a stable got:  
The Inn was full of more respected guests,  
Of Drunkards, Swearers, and of Godless beasts,  
Those all had rooms whilst Glory and all Grace,  
(But amongst beasts) could have no lodging place▪  
There (by protection of th'Almighties wings)  
Was borne the Lord of Lords and King of Kings,  
Our God with us, our great Emanuel,  
Our jesus, and our vanquisher of hell.  
There in a Cratch a jewel was brought forth,  
More than ten thousand thousand worlds in worth,  
There did the Humane nature and Divine,  
The Godhead with the Manhood both combine:  
There was this Maiden Mother brought to bed,  
Where Oxen, Kine and Horses lodged and fed;  
There this bright Queen of Queens with heavenly joy,  
Did hug her Lord, her life, her God, her Boy.  
Her Son, her Saviour, her immortal bliss,  
Her sole Redeemer, She might rock and kiss.  
Oh blessed Lady, of all Ladies blest:  
Blessed for ever, for thy sacred breast  
Fed him that all the famished souls did feed,  
Of the lost sheep of Israel's forlorn seed.  
A Stable being Heaven and Earth's great Court.  
When forty days were ended in that sort,  
This Virgin Mother, and this Maiden Bride,  
(All pure) yet by the Law was purified.  
Old Simeon being in the Temple than,  
He saw the Son of God, and Son of Man.  
He in his aged arms the Babe embraced,  
And joying in his heart he so was graced,  
He with these words wished that his life might cease  
Lord let thy Servant now depart in peace,  
Mine eyes have seens thy great Salvation,  
My love, my jesus, my Redemption,  
Unto the Gentiles everlasting light,  
To Israel the glory and the might.  
Hope, Faith, and zeal, truth, constancy and love,  
To sing this song did good old Simeon move.  
Then turning to our Lady most divine,  
Thy Son (said he) shall once stand for a sign,  
And he shall be the cause that many shall▪  
By faith or unbelief arise or fall.  
He shall be railed upon without desert,  
And then shall sorrow's sword pierce through thy heart▪  
As jesus fame grew daily more and more,  
The Tyrant Herod it amazed sore,  
The Sages said, borne was great juda's King,  
Which did usurping Herod● conscience sting:  
For Herod was an Id●mean base,  
Not of the Kings of judah's royal Race;  
And hearing one of David's true borne Line  
Was borne, he feared his State he should resign:  
And well he knew he kept the jews in awe,  
With slavish fear not love 'gainst right and law.  
For'tis most true:" A Prince that's feared of many,  
Must many fear, and scarce be loved of any."  
Herod beleaguered with doubts, fears and woes,  
That jesus should him of his Crown dispose,  
He chafed and vexed, and almost grew stark mad,  
To usurpation he did murder add:  
An Edict sprung from his hell hatched brain,  
Commanding all male Infants should be slain,  
Of two years old and under through the Land,  
Supposing jesus could not scape his hand.  
But God so joseph down an Angel sent,  
Commanding him by flight he should prevent  
The Murderer's malice, and to Egypt fly,  
To save our Saviour from his tyranny.  
Our blessed Lady with a careful flight,  
Her blessed Babe away did bear by night;  
Whilst Bethelem with bloody villain's swarms,  
That murdered Infants in their Mother's arms:  
Some slaughtered in their Cradles, some in bed,  
Some at the Dug, some newly borne struck dead,  
Some sweetly fast asleep, some smiles awake,  
All butchered for their Lord and Saviour's sake:  
Their woeful Mothers madly here and there,  
Ran rending of their cheeks, their eyes, and hair,  
The Tyrant they with execrations cursed,  
And in despair, to desperate Acts out-burst:  
Some all in fury end their woeful lives  
By baneful poison, halters, or by knives:  
And some to sorrow were so fast combined,  
They wept, and wept, and wept themselves stark blind:  
And being blind, (to lengthen out their moans)  
They pieced their sorrows out with sighs & groans.  
Thus with unceasing grief in many a Mother,  
Tears, sighs and groans, did one succeed the other.  
But till the tyrant Herod's days were done,  
The Virgin stayed in Egypt with her son.  
Then black to Nazareth they returned again.  
When twelve years' age our Saviour did attain,  
Her Son, herself, her husband, all of them  
Together travelled to jerusalem;  
The Virgin there much sorrow did endure,  
The most pure mother lost her Child more pure,  
Three days with heavy hearts, with care & thought  
Their best beloved they diligently sought.  
But when she found her Lord she held most dear,  
joy banished grief, and love exiled fear.  
There in the Temple jesus did confute  
The greatest Hebrew Doctors in dispute.  
But Doctors all are dunces in this case,  
To parley with th'eternal Son of Grace:  
Th'immortal mighty Wisdom and the Word  
Can make all humane sapience mere absurd.  
Soon after this (as ancient writers say)  
God took the Virgin's virgin-spouse away,  
Good joseph died and went to th'heavenly rest,  
Blest by th'Almighties mercy amongst the blessed.  
Thus Mary was of her Goodman bereft,  
A Widow, Maiden, Mother being left,  
In holy contemplation she did spend  
Her life, for such a life as ne'er shall end.  
Search but the Scriptures as our Saviour bid,  
There shall you find the wonders that he did:  
As first how he (by his high power divine)  
At Canaa turned water into wine:  
How he did heal the blind, deaf, dumb and lame:  
How with his word he winds and seas did tame:  
How he from men possessed, fiends dispossessed:  
How he to all that came gave ease and rest:  
How with two fishes, and five loaves of bread,  
He fed five thousand: how he raised the dead:  
How all things that he ever did or taught,  
Past, and surpassed all that ere taught or wrought:  
And by these miracles, he sought each way  
To draw souls to him, too long gone astray,  
At last approached the full prefixed time,  
That God's blessed Son must die for man's cursed crime,  
Then jesus to jerusalem did go,  
And left his mother full of grief and woe,  
Oh woe of woes, and grief surpassing grief,  
To see her Saviour captived as a thief:  
Her love (beyond all loves) her Lord, her all,  
Into the hands of sinful slaves to fall.  
If but a mother have a wicked son,  
That hath to all disordered orders run,  
As treasons, rapes, blaspheming, murder, theft,  
And by the law must be of life bereft;  
Yet though he suffer justly by desert,  
His suffering surely wounds his mother's heart.  
Suppose a woman hath a virtuous child,  
Religious, honest, and by nature mild,  
And he must be to execution brought,  
For some great fault he never did nor thought,  
And she behold him when to death he's put,  
Then sure tormenting grief her heart must cut.  
These griefs are all as nothing unto this,  
Of this blessed mother of Eternal bliss:  
Her gracious Son that never did amiss,  
His graceless servant, with a judas kiss,  
Betrayed him unto misbelieving slaves,  
Where he was led away with bills and staffs.  
To Annas, Caiphas, Pilate, and to those,  
That to th'immortal God were mortal foes.  
Ah judas couldst thou make so base account  
Of him, whose worth doth heaven and earth surmount?  
Didst thou esteem of ●0 paltry pence,  
More than the life of the Eternal Prince?  
O monstrous blindness, that for so small gain  
Sold'st endless bliss to buy perpetual pain.  
Is't possible damned avarice could compel  
Thee sell heaven's kingdom for the sink of hell?  
Our father Adam unto all our woes,  
Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose:  
And Esau borne a Lord, yet like a slave  
His birthright for a mess of pottage gave:  
And poor Ghehezi telling of a lie,  
His covetousness gained his leprosy.  
And though the text their deeds do disallow,  
Yet they made better matches far then thou.  
I do not here impute this deed of shame  
On judas, because judas was his name:  
For of that name there have been men of might,  
Who the great battles of the Lord did fight;  
And others more. But sure this impure blot  
Sticks to him, as he's named Iskarryott;  
For in an Anagram Iskarryott is  
By letters transposition, traitor kiss.  
ISKARRYOTT Anagramma TRAITOR KIS.  
Kiss Traitor, kiss with an intent to kill,  
And cry all hail, when thou dost mean all ill;  
And for thy fault no more shall judas be  
A name of treason and foul Infamy,  
But all that fault I'll on Iskarryot throw,  
Because the Anagram explains it so.  
Iskarryot, for a bribe, and with a kiss,  
betrayed his Master, the blessed King of bliss;  
And after (but too late) with conscience wounded,  
Amazed, and in his senses quite confounded,  
With crying woe, woe, woe on woe on me,  
I have betrayed my Master for a fee,  
Oh I have sinned, sinned past compare,  
And want of grace & faith, plucks on despair▪  
Oh tootoo late it is to call for grace!  
What shall I do? where is some secret place,  
That I might shield me from the wrath of God?  
I have deserved his everlasting rod.  
Then farewell grace, and faith, and hope and love,  
You are the gifts of the great God above,  
You only on th'elect attendants be;  
Despair, hell, horror, terror is for me,  
My heinous sin is of such force and might  
'Twill empt th'exchequer of God's mercy quite:  
And therefore for his mercy I'll not call;  
But to my just deserved perdition fall.  
I still most graceless, have all grace withstood,  
And now I have betrayed the guiltless blood.  
My Lord and Master I have sold for pelf,  
This having said, despairing hanged himself.  
There we leave him, and now must be expressed  
Something of her, from whom I have digressed.  
The Virgin's heart with thousand griefs was nipped,  
To see her Saviour flouted, hated, whipped,  
despitefulness beyond despite was used,  
And with abuse, past all abuse abused:  
His apprehension grieved her heart full sore,  
His cruel scourges grieved her ten times more,  
& when his blessed head with thorns was crowned  
Then floods of grief on grief, her soul did wound,  
But than redoubled was her grief and fear,  
When to his death his Cross she saw him bear,  
And lastly (but alas not least nor last)  
When he upon the tree was nailed fast,  
With bitter tears, & deep heart-wounding groans,  
With sobs, and sighs, this maiden Mother moans,  
What tongue or pen can her great grief unfold  
When Christ said, Woman now thy Son behold?  
That voice (like Ice in june) more cold and chill▪  
Did dangerously wound, and almost kill:  
Then (as old Simeon prophesied before)  
The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore,  
And if 'twere possible all women's woes,  
One woman could within her breast enclose,  
They were but puffs, sparks, moale-hils, drops of rain  
To whirlwinds, meteors, kingdoms or the main,  
Unto the woes, griefs, sorrows, sighs and tears,  
Sobs, groanings, terrors, and a world of fears,  
Which did beset this Virgin on each side,  
When as her Son, her Lord and Saviour died.  
Thus he, to whom compared, all things are dross,  
Humbled himself to death, even to the Cross:  
He that said Let there be, and there was light,  
He that made all things with his mighty might,  
He by whom all things have their life and breath,  
He humbled himself unto the death;  
Unto the death of the cursed cross: this he,  
This he, this he of he's did stoop for me:  
For me this wellspring of my soul's relief,  
Did suffer death, on either hand a Thief,  
The one of them had run a thieving race,  
Robbed God of glory and himself of grace;  
He wanted lively faith to apprehend  
To end his life, for life that ne'er shall end:  
With faithless doubts his mind is armed stiff,  
And doth revile our Saviour with an If,  
If that thou be the Son of God (quoth he)  
Come from the Cross, and save thyself and me:  
The other Thief, armed with a saving faith  
Unto his fellow turned, and thus he saith:  
Thou guilty wretch, this man is free and clear  
From any crime for which he suffers here:  
We have offended, we have injured many,  
But this man yet did never wrong to any▪  
We justly are condemned, he false accused▪  
He hath all wrong, all right to us is used,  
He's innocent, so are not thou and I;  
We by the law are justly judged to die:  
Thus the good thief even at his latest cast  
Contrary to a thief spoke truth at last:  
And looking on our Saviour faithfully,  
(Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye)  
These blessed words were his prayers total sum,  
O Lord when thou shalt to thy kingdom come  
Remember me. Our Saviour answered then  
(A doctrine to confute despairing men)  
Thou (who by lively faith layst hold on me)  
This day in Paradise with me shal● be.  
Thus as this thief's life was by theft supplied,  
So now he stole Heaven's Kingdom when he died.  
And I do wish all Christians to agree,  
Not'liue as ill, but die as well as he:  
Presumptuous sins are no way here excused,  
For here but one was saved, and one refused:  
Despair for sins, hath here no rule or ground,  
For as here's one was lost, so one was found,  
To teach us not to sin with wilful pleasure,  
And put repentance off, to our last leisure:  
To show us (though we lived like jews & Turks)  
Yet Gods great mercy is above his works.  
To warn us not ' presume, or to despair,  
here's good example in this theiuing pair.  
These seas of care (with zealous fortitude)  
This Virgin passed amongst the multitude.  
(Oh gracious pattern of a sex so bad)  
Oh the supernal patience that she had,  
Her zeal, her constancy, her truth, her love,  
The very best of women her doth prove.  
Maids, wives, & mothers, all conform your lives  
To hers, the best of women, maids, or wives.  
But as her Son's death made her woes abound,  
His Resurrection all grief did confound:  
She saw him vanquished and in glorious,  
And after saw him Victor most victorious:  
She saw him in contempt to lose his breath,  
And after that she saw him conquer death:  
She saw him (blest) a cursed death to dye,  
And after saw him rise triumphantly:  
Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most,  
joy doubly did return, for gladness lost.  
And as before her torments tyrannised,  
Her joy could after not be equalised;  
Her Sons (all wondered) resurrection,  
Her Saviour's glorious ascension,  
And last the holy Ghost from heaven sent down,  
These mighty mercies all her joys did crown.  
Suppose a man that were exceeding poor  
Had got a thousand tons of golden ore,  
How would his heart be lifted up with mirth,  
At this great mass of treasure (most part earth)  
But to be robbed of all in's height of glory,  
Would not this luckless man be much more sorry  
Than ever he was glad? for in the mind,  
Grief more than joy doth most abiding find.  
But then suppose that after all this loss,  
The gold is well refined from the dross,  
And as the poor man doth his loss complain,  
His wealth (more pure) should be restored again.  
Amidst his passions (in this great relief)  
I doubt not but his joy would conquer grief.  
Even so our blessed Lady having lost  
Her joy, her jewel she esteemed most,  
Her all in all, the heaven and earth's whole treasure,  
Her gracious heart was grieved out of measure,  
But when she found in him triumphant state,  
No tongue or pen her joy could then relate:  
She lost him poor and bare, and dead, and cold,  
She found him rich, most glorious to behold:  
She lost him when upon his back was hurled,  
The burden of the sins of all the world:  
She lost him mortal, and immortal found him,  
for crown of thorns, a crown of glory crowned him.  
Thus all her griefs, her loss, her cares and pain,  
Returned with joys inestimable gain.  
But now a true relation I will make  
How this blessed Virgin did the world forsake,  
'tis probable, that as our Saviour bid  
Saint john to take her home, that so he did,  
And it may be supposed she did abide  
With him, and in his house until she died.  
john did out live th'Apostles every one,  
For when Domitian held th'imperial throne,  
To'th Isle of Pathmos he was banished then,  
And there the Revelation he did pen,  
But whilst john are jerusalem did stay,  
God took the blessed Virgin's life away,  
For after Christ's ascension it appears,  
She on the earth survived fifteen years,  
Full sixty three in all she did endure,  
A sad, glad pilgrimage, a life most pure:  
At sixty three years' age, her life did fade,  
Her soul (most gracious) was most glorious made  
Where with her Son, her Saviour, her Lord God,  
She everlastingly hath her abode,  
In such fruition of immortal glory,  
Which cannot be described in mortal story:  
There mounted (meek) she sits in Majesty,  
Exalted there is her humility,  
There she that was adorned full of Grace▪  
Beholds her Maker and Redeemers face.  
And there is she amongst all blessed spirits)  
(By imputation of our Saviour's merits)  
She there shall ever and for ever sing  
Eternal praise unto th'eternal King.  
When she had paid the debt that all must pay,  
When from her corpse her soul was passed away:  
To Getsemany, with lamenting cheer,  
Her sacred body on the beer they bear.  
There in the earth a jewel was interred,  
That was before all earthly wights preferred,  
That holy wife, that mother, that pure maid,  
At Getsemany in her grave was laid.  

lenvoy.  
This work deserves the work of better wit,  
But I (like Pilate) say, What's writ is writ:  
If it be liked: poor artless I am glad,  
And Charity I hope will mend what's bad.  
I know myself the meanest amongst men,  
The most vnlearned'st that ere handled pen:  
But as it is into the world I send it,  
And therefore pray commend it, or come mend it▪  
FINIS.