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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.