The Castell of Courtesie Whereunto is adioyned The Holde of Humilitie: With the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates |
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Verses written vpon Saint Iames his day.
Oh
Blessed Sainte, whose glorious name doth shine
Throughout the world with fame and honour eke:
Whose wisdome rare, and modest life diuine,
Doe shew thy selfe to be both iust and meeke.
Thou follow oft Christ, thou neuer wast to seeke:
God graunt I Iames may euer doe the like,
That Iames may ioy with Iames that was so pure,
In heauenly throne, which euer shall endure.
Throughout the world with fame and honour eke:
Whose wisdome rare, and modest life diuine,
Doe shew thy selfe to be both iust and meeke.
Thou follow oft Christ, thou neuer wast to seeke:
God graunt I Iames may euer doe the like,
That Iames may ioy with Iames that was so pure,
In heauenly throne, which euer shall endure.
O Lord Direct and guide my steps like his,
With harmelesse heart to treade so true a trace:
Then shall my steps be steadie and not misse,
But by good life to winne thy heauenly place.
With courage bould to come and view thy face.
For that I haue sincerely runne the race,
And liu'd vpright in thought, in worde and deede,
And in excesse of sinne doe not exceede.
With harmelesse heart to treade so true a trace:
Then shall my steps be steadie and not misse,
But by good life to winne thy heauenly place.
With courage bould to come and view thy face.
For that I haue sincerely runne the race,
And liu'd vpright in thought, in worde and deede,
And in excesse of sinne doe not exceede.
O Lord if I may iustly this approue,
Then let me haue according to desert:
Reiect me not but for thy tender loue,
Reuerse the rage of sinnes infernall smart.
And I protest to laude thee with my heart,
O Lord I craue from sinne doe me conuert:
That when my life no longer heere may bee.
My soule may rest in heauen aboue with thee.
Then let me haue according to desert:
Reiect me not but for thy tender loue,
Reuerse the rage of sinnes infernall smart.
And I protest to laude thee with my heart,
O Lord I craue from sinne doe me conuert:
That when my life no longer heere may bee.
My soule may rest in heauen aboue with thee.
None good but God quoth Iames Yatis.
FINIS.
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