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[Ye sacred Nimphes of Hellicon]

The Argument.

The life present procureth either fauour, and grace at the handes of God, if we retourne in tyme, either els neglectyng tyme, purchaseth vs his heauie indingnation, bothe now and in the worlde to come.

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To the tune of Beckinghams Galliarde.

Ye sacred Nimphes of Hellicon,
By Ioues almight decree:
Uouchesafe once more to looke vpon,
This fourth solempnitie.


Caliope with thy christall voyce my Musicke adiuuate,
From ioyfull harte with
Thākfull mouth, Christes birth to celebrate
In tyme to watche, in tyme to wake,
While candle lasts to come,
Upon this theame, I here doe make,
This admonition,
Tyme let vs spende, well till the ende,
Of howre glasse bee out runne.
Liue here must wee in full pretence,
To giue no libertie:
To synne by will or negligence,
Our light to dampnifie.
As Alexander sometyme kyng of
Macedonia lande:
Decreed in Courte a Candle should
Bee light and burnyng stande.
And sent his Heralds to eche place,
And coaste where he bare swaie:
With trumpetts blast, his will to blase,
To subiects all. That thei
Which had tānsgrest, should come in prest
To Courte without delaie,
If any subiecte had transgrest,
Gainst Alexander kyng,


Let hym appeare, his case redrest,
Should bee in eche suche thyng.
So that before the kyng he came,
Whiles candle light did caste:
And if he tarried paste that tyme,
His labour was but waste.
And who soeuer had doen offence,
And came not in duetyme,
To hym plaine death for negligence,
The kyngs will did assigne,
Of better and wourse, some had recourse,
Toth courte giltie of crime.
The storie telles a nomber greate,
Appearde before the kyng:
The Candle castyng light and heate,
Had pardon for eche thyng.
A nomber greate there were also,
To come at all refused,
On those the kyng the penaltie,
Without redemption vsed.
And some that while the Candle burnde,
In commyng staied so longe:
The Candle out, that thei retournde,
With woe and wailyng songe,
We Christians here, how to appere,
Eche one maie learne emong.


The Moraliziation.

Christe is this Alexander Kyng,
That swaies the sacred sworde:
We subiectes his here all liuyng,
If wee doe feare this Lorde.
As he is fauourable, and with
Merciefull repleate:
So mercifull doeth he appeare,
To synners small and greate.
Not limityng a tyme onely,
Of life to mortall men,
But lends vs sacred lore, whereby
He maie our hartes lighten,
With Candle light of deuine might,
Let vs take due tyme then.
And let vs come when Christe, doeth call
While Candle light doeth last,
Then pardon we procure vs shall,
Before the tyme bee past.
So shall we blessed light enioye,
And Christes pardon aye:
And feare no worldly foes annoye,
That would seeke our decaie.
With humble faithfull Englishe harte,
To Christe praie we eche one,


Our roiall Queene for to imparte:
His blessed light vpon:
And vs to stande with lamps in hande,
By hym in ioyfull throne.
Finis.