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Of the fynall and last martyrdom / of saynt George / and howe Dacyan and his satellytis with fyre of heuyn were brent into pouder. Capitulum. xxvii.
Besyde the martyr / now stode the tourmentour
Hymselfe auauncynge / and lokyng yrefully
Redy as a wolfe / a lambe for to deuour
His mortall Ax lay / sharpyd nere hym by
On the other syde / a blessyd company
Of goddys aungels / stode mekely in presence
Redy to receyue / his soule with reuerence
Hymselfe auauncynge / and lokyng yrefully
Redy as a wolfe / a lambe for to deuour
His mortall Ax lay / sharpyd nere hym by
On the other syde / a blessyd company
Of goddys aungels / stode mekely in presence
Redy to receyue / his soule with reuerence
At last the martyr / full meke and pacyent
With hart and handys / erect toward the sky
His nec enclyned / receyuynge iugement
The aungellys / receyuyd his soule / full ioyously
Ascendynge to heuyn / with myrth and melody
At whose comynge / that court most venerable
Ioyed all in god / with myrth inestymable
With hart and handys / erect toward the sky
His nec enclyned / receyuynge iugement
The aungellys / receyuyd his soule / full ioyously
Ascendynge to heuyn / with myrth and melody
At whose comynge / that court most venerable
Ioyed all in god / with myrth inestymable
In the mean season / whyle all this thynge was done
Dacyan the Iudge / was nere vnto the place
(Where this holy knyght / suffed his passyon)
With his armyd men / clene destytute of grace
And seynge suche wonders / so playne before his face
He styll remayned of froward hart and mynde
prowde fyers & cruell / by sathanas made blynde
Dacyan the Iudge / was nere vnto the place
(Where this holy knyght / suffed his passyon)
With his armyd men / clene destytute of grace
And seynge suche wonders / so playne before his face
He styll remayned of froward hart and mynde
prowde fyers & cruell / by sathanas made blynde
These clere myracles / so playne and euydent
Cowde nat inclere / soo dull and blynd a hart
To the true knowelege / of god omnypotent
Nor from hys errour / constrayne hym to depart
But ydollys made by mannys / crafte and art
Of stone or metall / alway honowred he
The same beleuynge / replete with deyte
Cowde nat inclere / soo dull and blynd a hart
To the true knowelege / of god omnypotent
Nor from hys errour / constrayne hym to depart
But ydollys made by mannys / crafte and art
Of stone or metall / alway honowred he
The same beleuynge / replete with deyte
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As for the heuyn / his mynde wolde nat beholde
Which by the splendour and shape most curyous
The sygnes / planettes / and sterres manyfolde
Shewith that therin / is god most gloryous
With other sayntes in ioyes maruelous
In lyfe eternall / to god subiect and bounde
By whome ar ruled / the rulers of this grounde
Which by the splendour and shape most curyous
The sygnes / planettes / and sterres manyfolde
Shewith that therin / is god most gloryous
With other sayntes in ioyes maruelous
In lyfe eternall / to god subiect and bounde
By whome ar ruled / the rulers of this grounde
Under whose myght / is in subieccyon
Eche erthly thynge / and besynes mundayne
By whome is ruled / eche erthly regyon
Whose myght and power / doth heuyn & erth sustayne
Of this true godhed / thys tyrant had dysdayne
But now / therfore: our lordys meke suffrance
Tourned to iustyce / and plage of vengeance
Eche erthly thynge / and besynes mundayne
By whome is ruled / eche erthly regyon
Whose myght and power / doth heuyn & erth sustayne
Of this true godhed / thys tyrant had dysdayne
But now / therfore: our lordys meke suffrance
Tourned to iustyce / and plage of vengeance
Thynge wonderous to say / and ferefull to beholde
To other tyrantes / example euydent
The tyrant retournynge / with cruell loke and bolde
Home towarde his toure / was all to powder brent
For fyre dyscendyd / downe: from the fyrmament
This wretche inuoluynge / and armyd men echone
With feruent flamys / with lyfe escapyd none
To other tyrantes / example euydent
The tyrant retournynge / with cruell loke and bolde
Home towarde his toure / was all to powder brent
For fyre dyscendyd / downe: from the fyrmament
This wretche inuoluynge / and armyd men echone
With feruent flamys / with lyfe escapyd none
Anon theyr bodyes / to pouder tournyd were
And to blacke sparcles / of dedely loke and smell
The wynde bare away / the asshes in the ayre
The cruell soules / descendyd down to hell
In endles tourment / amonge the fendys fell
In dredefull darknes / and wofull habytacle
Sore were they mouyd / which sawe this gret spectacle
And to blacke sparcles / of dedely loke and smell
The wynde bare away / the asshes in the ayre
The cruell soules / descendyd down to hell
In endles tourment / amonge the fendys fell
In dredefull darknes / and wofull habytacle
Sore were they mouyd / which sawe this gret spectacle
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Dowtynge mo plaggis / and equall vengeaunce
And countynge foly / to stryue with heuynly myght
Thus hath our lorde / by rightwyse ordynaunce
Correctyd synners / reuengynge so his knyght
Which euer in ioy / standyth in goddys syght
In heuyn aboue / our pardon to purchace
That his true seruauntys / may come to the same place
And countynge foly / to stryue with heuynly myght
Thus hath our lorde / by rightwyse ordynaunce
Correctyd synners / reuengynge so his knyght
Which euer in ioy / standyth in goddys syght
In heuyn aboue / our pardon to purchace
That his true seruauntys / may come to the same place
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