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Yet he tryumpht as whole and sound,
His purpose whole to make :
To bring vnto the stake.
And once again, if Fortune stood,
He might haue vp the masse :
Hath made his foe like grasse)
Who bragıl and boasted in his greace,
To washe the tile anew :
Whiche yet he neuer knew.
And so the rest with cheerful sound,
At eu'ry newes that came,
Laudes ante victoriam,
Sith monstrous corps, with delicates,
So monstrously was blowen :
In graue is overthrowen.
But what, did he repent of all
His blooddy sinful race?
His life so voyd of grace?
Nay sure, til time of present death,
He chaunged not his minde:
So dyed moste wilful blinde.
Oh, yet though he had liu'd so il,
Gods mercy is not bace:
Can all their sinnes deface.
But as this * Eresichthon liu'd,
In spite and rage to spoil :
He took a deadly foil.
Not that he died, but that in death
His helth he did' denie :
Sed turpiter mori.
• Erisichthon was King of Thessalia, who despised Ceres, and cut down her woods; at last. being stroken with a meruailous hunger, was compeld to eat his own fieshe.
And yet though Erisichthons end
Hapt not vnto this foe:
In stie did fat bim so.
Yet viler end had he, no dout,
Then Eresichthons was :
As it did come to passe.
The one a Christian was in name,
The other Pagan prowd:
As may bee wel avou’d.
He Ceres sought, this thesus Christe,
And his to bring to wrack :
Though grace from him went back,
Whereby all such as blinded were,
By fau'ring of his acts,
To recompence their facts.
And therefore boule all Balams seed,
And weep both moste and least; Which bear the mark (in such a light)
Of that ilfau'red beast.
But Englishe barts, which love Gods word,
Our Queen and Englishe lạnd : Reioyce, sith hope of foes is spoild,
By force of Gods right hand.
Sith filthy flesh doth lic in graue,
Though soule I fear be il : Which lju'd and dide so stout a foe
To Christes death and wil.
But what though blooddy corps of his
Be forste to live ful lowe:
From hence, shall no man knowe?
Shall treason so conspir'd, shall pride,
Shall blasphemy lie dead?
His wickednes shall spread?
His brutishe tigrishe toil, in time
Of his most high renown:
That weres the triple crown.
His rage and currish cruel spite,
Against his cuntriemen:
The Aeshe of Christians then.
His false surinise and murdring spite,
Whiche shew'd him then to be
In three yeeres, hundreds three.
Not of Vlisses souldiours sure,
But Christians truly tride,
The ruther for to guide.
Shall now + Philonides lie dead,
Shall serpentinishe rage
Shall liue the worldes age.
His stoutnes shall remain now shewd,
In time of his conflict :
To haue his hart adict.
And as a foe to Christ (his woord)
And to our gracious Queen:
Some others raign I ween.
Beside his epicurishe life,
Before and in this cace :
These horrours quite deface.
He suffred was, ful ten years space,
By fauour him to win:
Could never once begin
• Poliphemus, or Cyclops, was son of Neptune and Thoosa, a great monster, hauing but one eve. which was in his forebed. He was of the ile of Scicilia, into whiche Vlisses being cast by race of tempest. and happing on the cage of this Cyclops, lost four of his men, who would have devour. ed the rest, if Vlisses, making him drunk, had not, with a fire-brand, bored out his eye.
+ Philonides was a great big lubber of Miletæ (now called Malta) altogether so folishe and unlerned, that of him grew a prouerb, Indoctior Philonide. Some wil say, Bonger was wel lerned. i graunt, yet, in knowledge of holy scripture, like to Philouides, notwithstanding his civile law.
For to repent (though fauour he
Deserued had but small
Did shew him moste of all.)
But şcoft and mocked those, as yet
Whiche gladly would him teache.
As gospel soundly preache.
No vertue was to praise :
Whiche liu'd and spent his days,
Deseruing no good fame:
Can we but praise his name?
And eke beseeche th' almightie Ioue,
The number to fulfil:
That bear the beast good will.
Who sure may shame at his vile race,
But more at his vile end :
Whiche now did not amend,
Though all his life he had been bent,
Yet now to stand so stout:
Is fearful, out of dout.
This may suffize, as God hath lent
Me grace to rule my pen :
(Before all Christian men)
Of Romaines greasy God, whose life
And death (so woorthy shame)
Such shal be muche to blame,
Which carp at truthe, and stomack this.
That eury man can tel
Ere this whiche knew it wel.
• A drone breedeth among bees, muche like a bee; and alwayes iiues in the hiue, never coming out to gather hony, but stil deuoureth that whicbe the bee dooth gathes, and, at last, the bee and all.
God saue our Queen Elizabeth,
And bring her foes to il :
T. KNELL. In.
COPIE OF A LETTER
Lately sent by a Gentleman*, Student in the Lawes of the Realme, to a
Frende of his,
Black Letter, Octavo, containing twenty-two Pages.
ACCORDING to your request, you shal hereby vnderstand what you may truely saye and auowe vpon such questions as it seemeth you haue harde, of the late execution of D. Storie, who suffred at Tiburne the first of lune last.
It is notorious howe euyll and vnloyally he behaued hym selfe here in Englande before he departed the realme, and howe earnest a persecutor afterward he was of all the good subjectes of Englande, hauyng cause to be in the Lowe-countreys, both before the arrest made of late by the Duke of Alua, as sence that tyme, a multitude of honest marchaunts knowe it, both Englyshe and others, and a great number haue felt it, by imprisonment, procured by hym, and by scasyng and confiscatyng of their goodes; so as there is no doubt to be made, but that he was, to his power, as earnest an enemie to the state of Eng. lande, his naturall countrey, and the Queenes Maiesties good subiectes, as any man borne in this realme coulde be. Neucrthelesse, because, at the place of his execution before his death, he vsed long and many speeches, to moue some of simple understandyng, or that dyd not knowe his rancor and malice agaynst the Queenes Maiestie, and the state of this realme; and for that it was not then conuenient, nor at lcast coulde be imagined aforehande, that he woulde haue vsed suche speeches at that tyme, and so he was suffred to speake altogether without contradiction, whereby the trueth, percase, may be made to you obscure; you shall vnderstande of what detestable crymes he was gyltie, and therewith shoulde haue ben particulerly charged at tyme of his arraignement in the Kyngs-benche, but that he craftyly and traytorously, knowying by his examination wherewith he was to be
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