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 q he, then will I prove him no bishop, when he lived, which you grant to be bastard by these three Laws. Make proof said these three, I will by God's grace quoth he, prove that neither 〈◊〉, 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. iiii. 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 battle. 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 〈◊〉 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 uncovered his father's secrets, for which cause, Noah asked vengeance upon the offender's son, that thereby the offender might 〈◊〉 more grieved, then with his own mishap. Therefore the law that punisheth th'offenders issue, 〈◊〉 more prohibit sin, then that which plagueth the offender alone: 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 tree 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 Civiles dicunt filium naturalem tuum esse fill. populi. 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, as it is daily seen, and so judged by law. How 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 Tunstall by the Civil Tunstallwas 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 sons of the people, and did not know their fathers: it were therefore against all reason, that a child afterward borne in the same Matrimony, being lawfully Genes. 16. borne, should lose the inheritance, and place Galla. 4. the bastardy in the same, as lawful heir. The laws of England agreeth with the scriptures. Ishmael did not inherit with Isaac: 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 thinketh no small difference between 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 the bastardly Papists: and if the Pope dispense with such a one, yet he permitted not him to have a dignity, or pre-eminence in the Church, as to be a bishop. Et ecclesia que eos a sacris repellit ordinibus. etc. Et si tale dispensaverit non enim tum permittit dignitate habere in ecclesiae dei. 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 pontifical dignity: yea, 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, judicum. 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 forth of histories, repugnant to bastards, of their filthiness of life, whoredom, idolatry, extortion, treason, murder, gluttony. etc. For it is thought that they do draw a certain stain from the voluptuous lust, mutual of both their filthy parents, which in lawful chaste marriage taketh no place: Note this. 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 base borne Bocher Boner, like Abimeleche, hath slain a great number of the legitimate children of God: whose blood asketh the same cruel vengeance, that holy Abel's do still in the presence 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 〈◊〉 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 us, 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 Deute. 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 〈◊〉. 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 Apoea. 6. he burned for the word of God, and for the testimony which they had: 〈◊〉 still cry with a loud voice, saying: How long 〈◊〉 thou lord, 〈◊〉 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 〈◊〉) they shallbe vexed 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 sometime had in derision, and jested 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 saints? Therefore we have erred from the way of truth, and the light of righteousness have not shined unto us. 〈◊〉 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 persecuted their brethren speak in hell. Let the persocutours 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 〈◊〉 blood I have she wed my ways, I have she wed my ways How well I loved the romish keys Vias meas annunciavi. The relics of Rome were my delight, I was a maiden priest, and our lady's knight. justification I could not abide, 〈◊〉 justi 〈◊〉 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 〈◊〉 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 no bishop, but gone to cart. The way of truth, I did once take, Viam veritatis. 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, Adhesit te 〈◊〉. But to forsake it, I had no cause: And hardened my heart, & stopped mine ears 〈◊〉. 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 waxed loathly, foul, and fat, Like to cardinal Wolsey, with his red hat. Boner end. Deus 〈◊〉 in Synagoga deorum. His lordship would play the justice of Corum 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. Dilexi q 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 〈◊〉 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 spite 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. Quierupit animam de morte, and my heart from sorrow, Now gentle master Boner, God give you good morrow. Lord surely, thou hast given them eternal rest, Et lux 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Whom Boner in prison, most sore oppressed. Plàcebo. Bo. Bo. Bo. Bo. Bo. Heu me, beware the bug, out quoth Boner alas, De profundis clamavi, how is this matter come to pass. Laevaui oculos meos, from a dark deep place. Now Lazarus help Dives, with one drop of grace. Ne quando rapiat ut Leo animam meam, drugganrde, 〈◊〉, 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 may 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 〈◊〉 are all gone, Our holy father dear Boner, hath left us alone. Now enclosed in tomb, wrappeth in earth and clay, Ecce nunc in pulvere dormit, do rot & fade away We hoped that he should have done, as he did before, Come forth of prison ones again, and burned more and more. Who shall trust temporal powers, in whom is no health, Nolite confideri in principi. Far well our spiritual father dear, our comfort and wealth. Now help, Dominicke, Becket, Dunston, and saint Line, Gregory with thy Trentals, antony with thy swine. This father was heavenly minded, and never carnal, Therefore defend him from the flames infernal. Respond. Pray for Boner B. and D. souls, You that walk in the Popish ilde of Poles 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 trick 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. Tedet animam 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 Ox. 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 him 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 judicare, Ante te erubesco, Comissa mea pavesco. Qui Lazarum resuscitasti, from stinking grave Farewell, farewell, you Popish k. Te decet deus hymnus 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, 〈◊〉 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: Abraham left inheritance, to Isaac his son by right: To his bastards he gave gifts, and put them from his 〈◊〉. 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 〈◊〉. 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. O Lord I pray thee in what place Vbiabscondatfaciam suam. Shall bloody E. Boner, past all grace Hid his greasy block head, When he shall judge the quick & dead. Quid hoc reiest? Marry he shall rise like a beast, Among the romish pied coats, On the left hand among the goats He would not 〈◊〉, Nor say Matins that 〈◊〉, But swell and pant, If victuals 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. How sore was this bloody beast, fraught with sin, So fat was his flesh, scant hold 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. jam fetet, quia putrifactus est, Which made the Papists many a feast But in his coal house, he gave no meat 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 Tower, 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, Cumauro & 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 carum. 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 in sparrows trunks And bowl when they have dined, And keep them from the wind, And they which are not able, Doc 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, Dcnec ipsos tumilabunt, Oues alien as tondunt, Et perochias confundunt. These fellows piled as Ganders, Much like the friars of Flanders, Which serve Satan about the cloisters, They love red wme 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 head. Estote fortis in bella. 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 saint. 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. R. G. and F. be sort, Brevis eius dies sunt, He breathed over Paul's Funte Ridiant me inimici, But all you that be wist, 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, Quare, quare, quare, quare. Fremuerunt Genies. I beshrew the Pope's dentes In cathedra Moysi impij sedent, Therefore repent, repent, repent Tempus est vos revertendi, Tempus est nobis non penitendi, Tempus est vos redeundi, Ab errore falsi mundi False Papists, and false thieves Shall iver have pains & griefs, Thus did Boner sore lament, Moving Christ's to repent. Respond. Ne recorderis peccata, 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 hoe tribuat. ONe alas in dreadful dream, poor Boner did behold: In woeful weed attired soul, 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 daepe, 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 forth blood, 〈◊〉. 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 mihi 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 do me. 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, 〈◊〉. 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 〈◊〉 we have none other place: Spes impiorum peribit, we are exclude all from 〈◊〉. Non remittitur ei in hoc seculo, neque in alio. You are 〈◊〉 by the judge, to dwell still in our 〈◊〉. 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 In dreadful sleep a man did see, this vision in the night. Respond. Ne recorderis peccata, But open heaven gata 〈◊〉 Peter with your keys, Show my 〈◊〉 the right ways He dwelled once at Paul's, And had cure of our souls: 〈◊〉 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 judicare, Help, help S. Marie N oily cum condemnare, He burned many in the days of 〈◊〉 Marie. Sicut Leo querens praedam, animas devoravit. If this was not a blessed deed, Ask L. R. S. P. and H. Crede. ¶ The seventh lesson. Spiritus meus. MY spirit God wot, is feeble, weak and sore: and so shall we Papists, daily more and more. Our time of Papistry shallbe short, foolish and vain. Ab aquilone penditur 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 〈◊〉 crowns (the stews) and 〈◊〉kes 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 call 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 a 〈◊〉. Si veritatem dico, quare non creditis michi? ¶ The Respond. Dies eius breviabuntur, Boner was a great hunter: Per ignem with, fire hot, Nunc 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. Fo. read it. Pelle mei consumptus. MY flesh is consumed, there is but skin and bone: In 〈◊〉 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 Leaden pen, among the romish rolls, And make some Obsequi for my sake, I would it were in Paul's. Say Dirige for me 〈◊〉 T. H. U. R. L. and B. Say you the Mass, monurne you in black, W. F. and C. Ring you the bells, hold you the lighles A. P. S. and N. A. B. the Crosrowe of Papists, show yourselves 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, unware like to a thief. 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 Martyrs all, in judgement stand upright: Whom in this world thou diddest abuse with murder, and with spite. And called them 〈◊〉 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. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 transit hora, Redeamus sine mora, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, The hour of death, drawing on a pace Pray for mercy, joy, and 〈◊〉: V ade & non amplius 〈◊〉. ¶ The ninth lesson. Quare de vulua. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. ALas from my mother's womb. why hast thou brought me out? I have lived like a Butcher's dog 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 〈◊〉 my life in 〈◊〉 delight, my soul did feel no care: In soft bed, and choice, of wine, wanting no dainty fare. False hope I had to come for the as ones I did before: But still despair, said I should 〈◊〉 and persecute no more. One morn betime I looked forth, as oft as I did before: And did see a pulpit, in church's 〈◊〉, made by my prison door. A Preacher there was, that Crowly hight, which preached in that place, A mean if God had 〈◊〉 me, to call me then to grace. hody sivocem, was his theme, and harden not thine 〈◊〉 As did the fathèrs 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 〈◊〉 and burnebal more than I did before: But now farewell you papists all from henceforth 〈◊〉. Would no 〈◊〉 had me known nor eyes me never seen: Then should I have been in such sort, 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. Onine regnum divisum. etc. Against the Queen they risum, Per aliam viam reversi sunt. Papists are traitors, as they are wont. 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. Sepulchrum paten: est venture eorum. They abhor doctrina Apostolorum Sepe expugnaverunt you knowit 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 cara They will never have such honour As had this bastard E. Boner. Although 〈◊〉 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 a malo. ¶ Here after do follow a lineal Pedigree of boner's kindred, by the mind and judgement of many Doc. a man of a great house, long before the captivitic of Babylon. ¶ Bastard Edmonde Savage, being a great lubberly scholar, was supposed to be 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 proctor of a spittle Which was the son of a thief or a rebel 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 Patriside. which was the son of a Sectuarie. which was the son of Appelles. which was the son of Anabaptiste. which was the son of 〈◊〉. 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 Aquary. 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 〈◊〉. 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 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Which was the son of Praitas. Which was the son of 〈◊〉. Which was the son of Petrus Lumbardus. 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 Sodomites. Which was the son of a Templarij. Which was the son of Theodorus Coriarus 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 Pardoner. which was the son of a Romish commissary which was the son of a Doctor Canon. which was the son of a master of plukalites. 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 〈◊〉. which was the mother of the Pope. 〈◊〉 also in the 〈◊〉 of Babylon, did bear three 〈◊〉. 〈◊〉 Magus, judas 〈◊〉, 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 〈◊〉. ¶ A prayer to the holy Trinity, against ignorance of God's 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 dost 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, moving thee to cast upon us sundry plagues for our offences: As pestilence, dearth, rebellion with other grievous calamities, unto our miserable bodies. But oh my good Lord God, thou haste taken greater vengeance upon us, the which with mortal eyen can not well be seen, but felt: that is, the ignorance of thy blessed will and commandment. Ignorance oh Lord GOD, the guide and path way to all deadly sins, death, and finally damnation, banishment from thy glorious Majesty, world without end. Have mercy have mercy and pity, oh jesus God's only son upon thy flock, thou great Shepherd of the Sheep. Regard thy fold, defend thy flock, whom thou hast redeemed in thy most precious blond. 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 unity of his word, be fed in the pleasant fields of his holy scriptures, to life everlasting: Through jesus Christ our lord. Amen.