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Here other Martyres that did Scape --- Recorded Stand as Sentenc't for Christs name.

Hoe, hoe thou Ath'ist Vile Come here ------
In milk White Justice's Hand Gods Scale
That even Weight allows to Such as Spurn
Away Gods truth, and did his Servants burn
Rowling themselve all ore in all gore blood[s]
Like bloody Butchers, now all in the Suds
The Scales now turning on their pin do say
There is a righteous God now making Pay[.]
And to begin, first Justice layes a Tax
On Morgan, who adjudged to the Axe
Jane Gray, the Paragon of Ladies brave
That soon he doth grow mad, and in his Rave
The Lady Jane, the Lady Jane he Cries
While Life remains, and (as a madman) dies.
And Bishop Morgan Farrars firy judge
That burnt him, and Succeeded him, the grudge
Of Justice Gods right hand did take him by
The throat, that made his Swallowd food up fly
Back through his nose, or mouth while life remain'd
Most horrible to see, till death him gaind.
The Sheriff Leason too that burnt him and
His Cattle fetcht out of his Servants hand,
Found divers of them in his Pastures eate
No grass but bellowd, roard, and dyde for meate.
Justice did lay her hands on Nightingaile
In Crandall Pulpet as he told his tale
Against his Text he tooke which thus doth say
He that doth say he hath no Sin (nay, nay)
He is a Liar. Truth is not in him
Presum'd to say, he was as Cleare from Sin
As at the Font Stone, nay an[d] in the night
That born he was. He had a Pardon right
Of Poole, the Cardinall, who did enjoyn
Him now to read the Bull of all Such kine.
Which done he said he did believe he was
Thus Clean by vertue of it but alas
Immediatly upon this blasphemy
Was Struck down dead before their very eye [.]
Cotes Chesters B: that burnt brave Marsh, did tell
The folk he was a fire brand of hell
Did quickly turn up's heels, tis said more o're
By many, dide of th'burning of a Whore.
His Maidliness then being tride twas found
That Small Virginity did in him bound.
------ of Hitcham who
------ against John Cooper so
------ unto the Lord said pray
------ Queen Mary take away
------ the Divell would which he denide
------ tendred clearing, but the judge replide
------ should example be of Hereticks.
------ judgd him for the Same thus on him fixt
------ be soon hangd, Drawn, and then Quarter'd up
Which so was done. But now behold the Cup
Doth pass to Grimwood, and next harvest he
Doth find a Righteous God whose hand shall bee
Made glorious upon him: therefore while
He stacking was a Gaff of Corn from Spoile,
In perfect health his bowells Suddenly
Out of his body fell, thus did he dy [.]
Woodruff, Oh London, thy vile Sheriff who
His wont to laugh while flames did overflow
The Martyres in his fires and made no stand
[T]o smite such as would take them by the hand
Then Bradford at the Stake Repent, did Cry,
England beware thou of Idolatry,
---ad ty his hands, would he not quiet bee;
But now behold him half yeare older, see
This Roff Woods under Gods broad Axe which brought
His laughter into mourning. One Side Cought
--- Paulsy dead that for eight years he could
Not turn himselfe in bed, his hands tide hold
And a Devouring hunger him devours
------ Strange to see how now he things down poures
He never was released from his band
So long as in his glass was left a Sand.
Old Hubberdin of Oxford who did ball
---t Luther, and Melancthon, Zwinglius all
Good men, Faith, Tindall, Latimer did strive
To keep up piping popery alive
[S]pide youngsters dancing in the Church yard, made
The Bell to ring, and to his Dancing trade
[H]e in the Pulpet fell; the Doctors old
*alls out to dance against these Worthies told
*hen to't he goes, Cries Pipe up Hubbardin
[A]nd now dance Christ, Dance Peter, Paul, Austin,
Ambrose, and Jerom, all as in a round
Against his Hereticks, (Oh, Grace Profound!)
But marke this Dance, while he thus leapt and danc'te
Alice herself did take her round, advanc'te;
------ the Pulpet and its Dancer, who
------ in't, His neck not broken though
------ bruisd his heavy bones;
------ soon goe from him in's groas.
Harke hark how Justice goes to ------
Queen Mary's Chancellour Curst Gardener
That Bloody Butcher who his hands did Stain
In Martyres Blood and on them spit forth flame.
Did thirst for Lady Betty's Blood and would
Not sit down with the Duke of Norfolk Old
To dinner till his man from Oxford came
Assuring him he saw Blesst Ridlys flame
And Father Latimers. Now lets said hee
To dinner goe. And sitting Down with glee
Fell merrily upon his meat: but yet
Before this bloody Tyrant much had bit,
The Dreadfull Stroke of Gods right hand doth fall
And from his merry Cheer, and meat him call.
He's from his banquet to his bed brought where
Most torturings pains feed on him for good Cheer
For fifteen dayes at once: and 'Bargoe's lay
Upon all ports. Hence nothing Sayles away.
All Passages are Stopt. His Dung is made
Dry fewell, fagots now to burn this blade
His Urin is Secur'de and boyld up to
A Scalding Lye him to enflame also.
In that Sad flame Gods terrours too within
Chichesters Bishop Day Comes seeks to bring
Him ease from that free justifying Grace
I'th'blood of Christ. Oh Curst Catiff what place
This thy Sheat Anchor; yet drive from it all
With fire, and fagot: yet now to it Call
This Bloodhound? How wilt thou escape the fire
Of Hell that others burnst that shun thy mire?
But what reply he had observe, Quoth he,
Will you (my Lord) now ope that gap to mee?
Then farewell all at once. Yet you may trace
This thing to me and Such here in my Case
But open you this Window to the folke
Then farewell all together. Thus they talk.
Oh. Wretched tyrant! What a Cure for thee?
And must it still from others forced bee?
The fire doth not go out it grows more strong
Doth Stigmatize his black blasphemous tongue
That for his black mouth its too big and black
Hangs out, and will not be Confind in that.
Some say his body rosting stank again.
And this Sad end Did Winchester Sustain.
Who while he liv'd beside his tyranny
Ne're Constant was but to Inconstancy[.]
------ her track on Burtons lips
------ body, Swearer greedy of the Pix.
*hen his motions brought not up to Mass
------ rate Collar'd Swearing too (alas!)
------ bloody Oaths. That he'd Sheath's Dagger in
------ Shoulder if he would not read the thing.
------ Calld him Knave. But after this not long
------ Crow Sprang from a Willow tree, and sung
Over his head Knave, Knave, and let withall
The Blessing of his taile upon's nose fall.
Which o're his Lips, and Beard bedawbing went
And in his maw sent such a poys'nous sent
It made him heave, and Spew, and Spew, and Spew
And Curse the Crow that ore his head thus flew
And thus continu'd some few dayes which done,
This Wretched Soule thus from his body run.
The Fines which Justice laid on Mall the Queen
Do upon Record Stand and may be Seen
And red of all. Who though of Womans shew
Seems rather flaming Fire from hell that flew,
Who burnt her Subject[s] just, like rotten Sticks
Pretending they were Divell-Hereticks
The like was never known: but God brought down
The Glory and the Splendour of her Crown.
[Af]ter her Vow to Protestants she broke
------ followd her attemps with fearfull Stroaks.
---rst soon he burnt the Ship called Great Henry:
------ Such in Europe all for to miscarry.
All her desird attempts could never bring
The Crown to make her Philip Englands King.
Such Dearth there was too in the land forlorn
That many towns eate acorn bread for Corn:
Henry the third the 'leventh king that reignd
Did Calice win, which in his race remain'd
Till Mary Queen th' 'leventh of his, but shee
Hath lost the Same. And now it lost must bee.
Again she seems to be with Child, and loe
Thanksgiving for the Same all England do.
The time comes on, She out doth Cry, there's born
A joyous Son, that proves the birth of Scorn.
The Chauntrys keep thangsgiving, Chaunt out praise
---ing, Drums beate, and lusty Bonefires blaze,
------ sound, and Canon play, at th'Tower
---------vy then at Sea, what shoure
Doth reach the Hague, and make ------
That Canons roaring up the Rhine so cleare
Run till they down the Stream al ------
The Same Report he at Vienna Sung
But now there's leasure t'view the Chield but finde
The royall birth is but a rift of Winde.
No Babe is born, nor can be gaind, whose fame
Whereof makes her become a Publick Shame
Disgraced thus Philip doth from her go
And leaves her with her babe, a further woe
Sickness comes on: Sorrows Crowd in which smart.
Her losing Calice builds it in her heart.
Her Death draws on, her Soul expires an host
Of flames she made calld are to tend her Ghost.
Gods Justice also in a glorious Shine
Did set upon the Sheriffs man her fine
Who did revile James Abbs as he did goe
Unto the Stake for Christ, and did bestow
His Cloaths, and gracious Exhortations gave
To Such as did Stand by their Souls to Save.
So that this wretched fellow scorning bad
The people not believe him: He was mad.
He was an Heretick: Spake Heresy.
And in this wise he Spake revilingly.
But now behold when Abbes began to burn
The hand of Justice did upon him turn.
He now fell mad: pulls off his Shooes and Cloaths
And throws them all away, and this forth throws
So did James Abbs, true Servant here of God
Did round about the town of Bury, plod
And said James Abbs is Sav'd; but I am Damnd
The Sheriff now amaizd, doth give Command
To take and ty him, keeps him in the Darke
Puts on his Cloath: yet when they did depart
He plucks them off again, casts them away
And saith again thus did James Abbs, doth say
He was Gods Servant true and Saved is
But I am damnd. Wherefore the Priest at this
Comes to him with his Crucifix, and toyes
Which baggage he when he beheld defies,
As Cause of his Damnation, which he wav'd
And said James Abbs a good man was and Sav'd
And so abode untill his Dying day
Which soon ore tooke him, and him tooke away.
------ Mary Whose bright name
------ Stand in Scutchons all of Flame.
------ its true Conferd this noble Honour
------ happiness to England) upon her
------ it did send her nobles Such before her
------ Tapers flaming in the Way all ore her.
------ Sparkling Spirits, and Hobgoblins sit
That Spit out fire and flames from hells deep pit.
These lead the Van, are Usher in the way
As Torches burning 'gainst her parting day
The petty Coates Westchester had put on her
Whose Breeches could not Cover his dishonour
From Stews to Stoves: Hates Lignum Vitae pure
He's bacte sent to the Hot-House for a Cure
Her Winchester to Straw her way out poures
He being Gardener of all Her flowers.
Dovers Curst Suffragan B Thornton, who
At Canterbury made so many go
Into the fire, is on the Sabbath day
As he beheld his Servant vile at play
Had to's death bed, ------ mind to call
Said so I do, and my Lord Cardinall
And his Successor once the Chancellor
Of Bloody Boner in this firy war
Fell down the Stares as he the blessing met
Of Soole the Cardinall, and brake his neck.
--- arfow of Hereford, With Bangor's Glin
------ to Elect of Sal'sbury, and King
------ Tame to purchase her a Queenly Crown
And Glosters Brookes 'Cause waters should run down
With Bristows Holy-man to Sprinckle all
With Holy waters for to cleare the Hall
---e Enters in, of Spirits Cleane away.
------ here being Night Chichester sends her Day,
And Pluto roasts a Capon at his fire
---t him from Salisbury, well dript in ire
He Studiously provs deth such good cheer
Against her coming in to feast her there
[Th]ese Bishops vile are summond from our Coast
[T]o go as Ushers 'fore her firy Ghost
With Doctor Dunning, Cursed Chancellor
Of Norwich, Bloody Hellish torturer
Of Blessed Saint, who was in Lincolnshiere
Struck dead by Sudden Death within his Chaire.
The Poyson-Berry, Norfolks Commissary
Who had so many Whores that pens are wary
To tell their number lest beliefe should faile
A Butcher of Christs Lambs, and with a flaile
He'd kill a man, two Women with his fist
[G]oes to the mill of Vengeance as a grist
And is ground down to dust as backe he went
From Massing Worship with his Whore intent
Upon a feasting day, in which before
He went to Mass, he Chambered his Whore
------ go before an Honourable throng
---ttend, (She must be waited on
------) they speedily came after
---ll make room, for now we'll come the faster.
The next day after Marye ------
The Door of Popery doth lose its hindge
On which it turn'd and opend to let in
All Mischiefe, Trash, Hell fire, the Man of Sin,
The Cardinall, Calld Poole, which dirty Poole
Was fill'd with flaming fire, not water coole,
Was drained dry upon that very day:
His Vitall Sparke went out down fell his Clay
Soon after Doctor Weston who did Cuff
Away Christ Jesus, when he was so Chuff
A Prolocutor in the Convocation
And also in the Oxford Disputation
With brazen face enough, and answers Stoute
And Stincking too against all those that fought
Most Champion like under Christs Banner there
For Pretious Truth shining in Scripture cleare.
The Scales first turn upon him in the Frown
O'th Cardinall, and th'Bishops. Weston down
Westminsters Deane thou shalt no longer bee
Content thy selfe with Windsors Deanorie.
Hence thither packs: and there he is more ore
Soon apprehended packing with a Whore
And then he's packt from's Spirituall Livings all
Alas poor Weston, Drabd, and Shabd: thus fall!
But he'l not beare it: he appeals to Rome
Will leave the Realm Hence comes another doom
He's Caged in the Tower: and there doth Sty
Untill Elizabeth the bird lets fly.
Who being set at liberty fell Sick
And death so Serv'd him with another Writ.
Christopherson Chichesters Bishops, and
Norwich her Hopton hellish fire brand,
St. Davids Morgan, and Ralfe Bains, brave fry
Bishop of Litchfield and of Coventry
And Owen Oglethorp B: of Carlile
And Cutbert Tunstall Durham's B: that While
Rainolds elect of Hereford who dide
In Prison, White of Winchester beside
To give these blackbirds all a brighter dy
Stethurst master of Oxfords Trinity
Dide in the Tower, Hollond Worcesters Dean
Copinger Monke of Westminster whose brain
Grew weake, and in the Tower dide mad beside
One Steward Deane of Winchester soon dide.
These are the Honours of Her Realm Whose Sprite
Attend upon her Ghost Hobgoblin like
All following a ding dong for her sake
To do her Honour in her Endless lake[.]
------ Bishops, and their biting Curs.
------ their teeth and Chain'd up fast their Spurs
------ cut off as filthy black birds Cag'd
------ the Tower and some else where thus Stagd
------ Death Yorks Archbit Englands Chancellour
------ Thurlby, Elies Bishop martyrer.
------ Watson Lincolns bishop, Gilbert Bourn
------ Bath and Wells fird Such as durst not turn.
---ick Pates the burning Bishop of Worcester
------ Peters Troublefield (a Worthy jester).
Westminsters Abbot, Fecknam a brisk Sirrah,
John Nowall Windsors Dean, and Peterboroughs
------ in the Tower. And also David Poole
Then Peterboroughs B: in some Such Schoole,
Untill the kindness of the Lady Queen
Did somewhat loose the Chain
But these brave gentle Sirs, and Worthy Knights
Knights of the Peste, Small bits of greate Delights
To Popish Stews and Rome together meet
Holding their Secret Conclave in the Fleet:
Cole Deans of Pauls, John Harpsfield Norwich Deane
Londons Archdeacon, now in Ebby Streame,
Nick Harpsfield bloody Varlet, Infamy
Of Canterburies Red Archdeaconry.
And Dracet Huntingtons Archdeacon and
------ Chadsey Middlesex Archdeacon tand
---reater Archness than the rest at turning
All Jayle Birds in the fleet for wicked burning.
But these Sweet Leeches, Gentlemen of Cuffs
Concludings now their fires would Hempen Ruffs
Adorn their necks withall, their jaws do faulter
Slip craftily their Heads out of the halter.
Caught in their beds of mud like Slippery Eeeles
Slip hence and trust to th'friendship of their Heels.
The Hell-Hounds Boner Londons flaming Scourge
A Fat gut Gobbit onely firy Surge
---hom: Wood Elected B. from th'Marshalsea
---ot Chesters B: from th'Fleet did run away.
Goldman St. Asses B: Maurice Elect
Of Bangor, and Curst Story out soon Crept.
------ these two Boner, and Story fall
------ Beasts Guts, Stinking Garbidge, Gall
---------tcher Mawls to Slay Knock down
------ kingdom in his Saints. A frown
Might justly grub my pen if ------
Distinckly nothing touching them unfold.
Boner, therefore, who by King Henry
Advanced were and did appear to fly
Upon Romes rotten Carkass, and revoke
The People from subjection to the Pope
Joynd in the setting out Gods holy Word
In English, and on Gardeners Booke spurd
Calld True Obedience, 'gainst the Pope designde
To which he set th'Epistle. Now his minde
Doth yet not blush to turn his stincking tayle
All to defile the same, and doth not faile
To Burn to ashes both the Bible, and
Some hundred Saints that to the Bible stand
Against all stincking stuff of Antichrist
Which this Gunbelly'd Gudgeon up doth hoist
And haveing made himselfe so odious to
The Lord and all good people, now his Woe
Stares in his ghostly face, and Prison'd wax
Fearfull he doth of the Halter, Stake or Axe.
There is no room for turning, Crimes too ---
To be remitted: flies a firy bed
And over seas he hops, Where Vengeance la[yes]
Her fingers on him, Cutting of his Dayes,
In Wretched Obduracy, and as Gods Light
He set against, his Carrion at midnight
Was tumbled in the Pit 'mongst bloody theeves
Mates suited like him, Yet he worse than these.
Story! Where art? What hath God Caught thee by
The Foretop thus? Thou bloody Man! the Cry
Of Blood is loud more than of hundreds two
Of Holy Martyres, wherein thou didst brew
Thy Wicked hands at home and didst account
Thy fellow Hell-Hounds did to lowly mount
Their Murdering Pieces, and wast grievd thou saidst
That they so slow were, at such small games playd[st]
That once at Uxbridge, as thy Scoff ran, wast
At burning of an Earewig, and didst Cast
A Faggot at him, and a thornbush put
Under his feet to Prick him: Wouldst thou cut
Off all thy Nation? O Vile Wretch thou art,
And though thou sliptst away and playdst the part
Of a Vile Varlet Under D'Alva, Yet
Justice hath wrought thee with her righteous ---
When Vermin like thou in a Mouse trap
From Antwerp to the Tower of London h---
Where thou wast tride and righteously Con[demned]
Hangd, Drawn, and Quarterd, so ------
---ice doth trace
------ this gang, gives out her Writs a pace
------ others on the back, and bids them tell
------ Madam Mall, we follow thee to Hell,
------ resolv'd with thee and with thy Pope
------ now we come. Hell Doore set ope
Justice Calls to account those worthy Pates
That with George Eagles Blood had dide their gates,
[Fa]lse London that this Holy man betrayed
Arreigned was, and by the halter made
To cry out Guilty, Guilty of that blood
E'en in the Place where Holy Eagle stood
---ck Potto too to pot is had, who strove
[T]o adde unto his trouble much, and wove
---m in discourse asserting that he prayde
Against the Queen, and on the Gallows laid
This in his dish disturbing of his peace
Untill the Sheriffe bid him hold and Cease
---m this time small Comfort sure he found,
---ment sore aboute beset him round
------ [neig]hbours in his house do fret him. He
---h ---le attached is, must bee
------ up the Chamber where he fell
------ upon the bed, (oh! marke it well)
---ming at the mouth, but could not speake
------ understand a Word, till's Pot did breake
------ like a beast he three or four days lay,
------ wretched soule did leave his sorry Clay.
Next Swallow comes to tax the Bailiffe who
---ore Eagle but halfe hangde did drag unto
The stand, and on its side did hack and hew
---ling on his Chine, and else where, till through
------ Chopt his neck and out did pluck his heart
------ now behold God Comes to act his part,
---t Comes down from Christ, the Swallows Wings
------ quickly pluckt. He's plagued with these stings.
------ hair drops from his head; Nailes from his Toes
------ fingers, all His Eyes Closde up so lose
---t their sight, his Cursed body made
---s a Leper and brought nigh the trade
---ery. His Wife surprized too
---ing sickness to Compleat his Woe.
------ Persecution went to bed
------ night, the morning shewd him dead.
Baulding Sir Edmond ------
Christs lambs before that wolfe, Christs ------
A Ball of Light as in the night he led
His Friend and neighbour Seaman for his head
Unto this Tyrant thirsty of his blood
Between them both that parted them whose bud
Was such upon this Balding that his flower
Of fragrant age hence nere injoyde good houre,
But piningly he did Consume away
Untill Death met him in his dying day.
So Alexander Newgate's keeper Curst
That out to Boner, Story, Cholmly, burst
I'm too much pesterd with these Hereticks
My Prison rid, my Prison rid. Thus kiks
Wretch like against Christ flock. But mark his End,
Gods Dismall stroke lights on him, which doth spend
His Vitalls, he now like a monster swells,
Not like a man, so rots within and smells,
None could endure the same: and so he dies.
His heir within three years his state left str---
Saying ill Got, ill spent, and going in
The Newgate market dropt down dead ------
His son in Law John Peter, Cruell Wretch
Blasphemous man, would oft such Wishes ---
Affirming truth or falshood: thus would ---
I pray God I may rot or ere I dy
If't be not true. And God did as he Cride
Granting the suite he rotted first then dide.
Dale the Promoter of Papistick vice
Was Eat to Death (as Avales said) of Lice.
That wretched Blomfield that Created ---
To Mr. Brown doth meet with his good me ---
When he was Charg'd to have him as to jayle
He was attacht by God Could get no baile.
At present Death appeares. Yet God did give
Repenting room and lets him further live,
And take his son instead of him, doth st---
His Wife with pining sickness to ---
Him still takes her away. He gets another
And an Estate to boot, yet't will not smoo[ther]
Out any whit the Unblown fire not see ---
That burns up all this and his own once g---
And worthy and a pineing Plague beside
Attends his body till it is destroyde.