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Under Tyberius begining 577
Now Civill Wars among the Frenche Kings spring.
Sig'bert, Chilperick and Guntrain make soake
Their soils in blood. There shamefull deeds do ring
Vile Ru---lene Chilpericks Legat smoaks
Against Gods Saints, is pepst with harlots pox
And him the following yeare justice down chops.
Sig'bert, Chilperick and Guntrain make soake
Their soils in blood. There shamefull deeds do ring
Vile Ru---lene Chilpericks Legat smoaks
Against Gods Saints, is pepst with harlots pox
And him the following yeare justice down chops.
Now Levigild, King of the Westgoths ragde
And persecuted at Separtharia
A Souldier that a grave man there ingag'd
To smite his head off was struck backward, nay
He was struck down by Gods immediate hand,
Where at his fellows all amazd did stand.
And persecuted at Separtharia
A Souldier that a grave man there ingag'd
To smite his head off was struck backward, nay
He was struck down by Gods immediate hand,
Where at his fellows all amazd did stand.
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And now about for twenty dayes together
The Clouds poure water down that many Cry,
Another Noahs Flood is coming hither,
The Loire, Flaver, Rhone and La Soan thereby
And all brooks overflowing e'ry way
Their banks did drownd and dammage great Convay.
The Clouds poure water down that many Cry,
Another Noahs Flood is coming hither,
The Loire, Flaver, Rhone and La Soan thereby
And all brooks overflowing e'ry way
Their banks did drownd and dammage great Convay.
In part it Lions did demare and went
In Italy with great tempestious gusts,
Oreflowd Lugaria, Venice also, sent
A many men and beasts hence God is just,
Ore topt Romes walls, a mighty Dragon Dead
And many Serpents stinking, by them fled.
In Italy with great tempestious gusts,
Oreflowd Lugaria, Venice also, sent
A many men and beasts hence God is just,
Ore topt Romes walls, a mighty Dragon Dead
And many Serpents stinking, by them fled.
Whose stinck in Rome procurde a raging Plague
The following yeare that swept hence multitudes
Pelagius Pope was Chockt with't: and it made
Locusts and Famine sore for they ensu'de:
And Earthquake shatter'd Bordeaux, ran to Spain
Reft the Pyrenians many hence were slain.
The following yeare that swept hence multitudes
Pelagius Pope was Chockt with't: and it made
Locusts and Famine sore for they ensu'de:
And Earthquake shatter'd Bordeaux, ran to Spain
Reft the Pyrenians many hence were slain.
Streets and great barns of fruits at Bordeaux and
Brave Orleans are burnt by Lightening.
Biturica sore pested by the hand
Of Hail-Stones, yea and Bloody Fluxes spring
And Austrigild, King Guntrans wicked Wife
This fierce disease did separate from Life.
Brave Orleans are burnt by Lightening.
Biturica sore pested by the hand
Of Hail-Stones, yea and Bloody Fluxes spring
And Austrigild, King Guntrans wicked Wife
This fierce disease did separate from Life.
The Wicked Earle Nantinus fell hereby,
Whom when he for uncertain jealosy
Of murder an Heraclius did sharpe fly
And slew his Colleague very wrongfully,
And robd the Church of Wealth, Heraclius
Had Excommunicated. He dealt thus.
Whom when he for uncertain jealosy
Of murder an Heraclius did sharpe fly
And slew his Colleague very wrongfully,
And robd the Church of Wealth, Heraclius
Had Excommunicated. He dealt thus.
He other Bishops did corrupt with bribes:
They him absolve. He hence did Vilify
The Churches Censure. Now God him derides
After Heraclius from him did fly.
For falling in this fiery Fevers pain
With sorest screeches thus he did exclaim:
They him absolve. He hence did Vilify
The Churches Censure. Now God him derides
After Heraclius from him did fly.
For falling in this fiery Fevers pain
With sorest screeches thus he did exclaim:
Woe's me, woe 's mee, I sorely burned bee
Thus by Heraclius the Prelate, oh!
I am tormented by him, Calld I bee
By him to judgment. I acknowledge do
My wicked fa---. I do remember, I
Unjustly wrought the Bishop injury.
Thus by Heraclius the Prelate, oh!
I am tormented by him, Calld I bee
By him to judgment. I acknowledge do
My wicked fa---. I do remember, I
Unjustly wrought the Bishop injury.
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I pray for Death, that I no longer may
Be by this torment sorely tortured.
These Words he with a loud voice did display
Then strength him faild, his soule out vometed.
His Bodie dead was all to blackness turnd
You'd thinke (saith Tours) it into Coale was burnd.
Be by this torment sorely tortured.
These Words he with a loud voice did display
Then strength him faild, his soule out vometed.
His Bodie dead was all to blackness turnd
You'd thinke (saith Tours) it into Coale was burnd.
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