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The Displayes of Various Divine Properties in Miraculous Operations
When John Chrysostoms holy Pulpit flung
A silver drill of Rhetorick which run
The Macedonian Heresy a drift
It gave to many men a thorow lift
Out from that mire, whereof one person came
To see aright, whose wife disdaind his gain
Whom when he could not win to thinke aright
Of Christ he said he'de turn her from him quite.
This frights her: now she truckles to his will
But yet compacte doth with her maid by skill
All naught to mock Gods holy feast hence when
The Church Christ supper kept, her maid should then
Slip other bread into her hand, the which
She eate would, and the right way gags by tricks
But kneeling down prayre wise this prank to plite
The bread of treachery as she did bite
Was turnd between her teeth into a stone
Which with the print thereof was brought and shown
All in Confusion, and amaizement to
The minister and all the knav'ry show
With sorrow begging pardon for the sin,
And to her husbands faith her faith did bring.
This stone Constantinople's Church thought meet
Allong while for a monument to keep.
A silver drill of Rhetorick which run
The Macedonian Heresy a drift
It gave to many men a thorow lift
Out from that mire, whereof one person came
To see aright, whose wife disdaind his gain
Whom when he could not win to thinke aright
Of Christ he said he'de turn her from him quite.
This frights her: now she truckles to his will
But yet compacte doth with her maid by skill
All naught to mock Gods holy feast hence when
The Church Christ supper kept, her maid should then
Slip other bread into her hand, the which
She eate would, and the right way gags by tricks
But kneeling down prayre wise this prank to plite
The bread of treachery as she did bite
Was turnd between her teeth into a stone
Which with the print thereof was brought and shown
All in Confusion, and amaizement to
The minister and all the knav'ry show
With sorrow begging pardon for the sin,
And to her husbands faith her faith did bring.
This stone Constantinople's Church thought meet
Allong while for a monument to keep.
From Antioch three hundred furlons nigh
Stood on an hill Saint Simeons Pillar by
Four Porches flourisht gay Whose windows were
A playhouse for a star great, bright, and Cleare
Evagrius saith, he went with many more
And saw the same, pop in and out, moreore
It vanish would and would appeare again
In Chincks and Windows on the left hand plain.
Its doubtless true and doubtless we may say
The Divell in the star did boe peep play.
Stood on an hill Saint Simeons Pillar by
Four Porches flourisht gay Whose windows were
A playhouse for a star great, bright, and Cleare
Evagrius saith, he went with many more
And saw the same, pop in and out, moreore
It vanish would and would appeare again
In Chincks and Windows on the left hand plain.
Its doubtless true and doubtless we may say
The Divell in the star did boe peep play.
When France's Vasute was by Huns up pent
And Arian filth grew cudge, Grace freedom sent.
The Minister three Drops of water spide
Joyn'd Equall big and bright like Christall slide
From th'Temple roofe th'Communion board upon
One gem most beautifull, made, joynd in one
Which Ouched in a Cross of Gold about
With Gems infoild, two of its gems fell out
When that Hunorious the Vandall flew
Like a mad Tyger on Gods Churches true
Coryla then his Arian bishop vile
The Authour of that mischiefe up doth boile
His envie at Vindemiall, Longine,
Eugenius too, In whom the Gift Divine
Of Healing shone, gave fifty lumps of gold
Unto a man that counterfet he would
Himselfe born blinde, and in this wise should say
Most Blesst Coryla help I humbly pray
Thy Glory and thy Vertue now imply
In opening of mine Eyes, immediately
Coryla came and on his fingers laid
Upon his Eye; Oh Wretched! and thus said,
According to our Faith, we have aright
In God let these thine Eyes receive their Light.
And at these words such pain surprisd his eyes
That lest they should fly out, the man applies
His fingers hard upon them, and proclaims
The Hocus unto all: to Coryl's shame,
And then was healed by the prayres divine
Eugenius made Vindemiall and Longine.
And Arian filth grew cudge, Grace freedom sent.
The Minister three Drops of water spide
Joyn'd Equall big and bright like Christall slide
From th'Temple roofe th'Communion board upon
One gem most beautifull, made, joynd in one
Which Ouched in a Cross of Gold about
With Gems infoild, two of its gems fell out
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Like a mad Tyger on Gods Churches true
Coryla then his Arian bishop vile
The Authour of that mischiefe up doth boile
His envie at Vindemiall, Longine,
Eugenius too, In whom the Gift Divine
Of Healing shone, gave fifty lumps of gold
Unto a man that counterfet he would
Himselfe born blinde, and in this wise should say
Most Blesst Coryla help I humbly pray
Thy Glory and thy Vertue now imply
In opening of mine Eyes, immediately
Coryla came and on his fingers laid
Upon his Eye; Oh Wretched! and thus said,
According to our Faith, we have aright
In God let these thine Eyes receive their Light.
And at these words such pain surprisd his eyes
That lest they should fly out, the man applies
His fingers hard upon them, and proclaims
The Hocus unto all: to Coryl's shame,
And then was healed by the prayres divine
Eugenius made Vindemiall and Longine.
A Painter at Constantinople in
The time Gennadious plaide on the string
The Gospell Harp was strung with, had his hand
All wither'd up, with which he did command
His Pensill lining Jupiter in scorn
With colours laid in Christ our Saviours Form
But terrifide hereat Confisst his sin
Gennadius by Prayre restored him.
The time Gennadious plaide on the string
The Gospell Harp was strung with, had his hand
All wither'd up, with which he did command
His Pensill lining Jupiter in scorn
With colours laid in Christ our Saviours Form
But terrifide hereat Confisst his sin
Gennadius by Prayre restored him.
Hunericus the Vandall board did fling
Carthage's Bishop Quodvultdeus in
A broken ship, and more a mighty troop
With him, and in such shatterd vessells-sloops
To lap them up in Waves. But God did bring
Them Safe unto Neapolis therein.
Carthage's Bishop Quodvultdeus in
A broken ship, and more a mighty troop
With him, and in such shatterd vessells-sloops
To lap them up in Waves. But God did bring
Them Safe unto Neapolis therein.
At Typaserp in greater Mauritane
Some Christians that did Cyrola disdaine
Striving to Arianize them were brought out
Into the Market place before the rout
And had their tongues Cut out and right hands off
Who yet did talk distinctly, strange, strange scoff:
One Resarate in Zeno's time still here
Saith Victor at Constantinople were.
Some Christians that did Cyrola disdaine
Striving to Arianize them were brought out
Into the Market place before the rout
And had their tongues Cut out and right hands off
Who yet did talk distinctly, strange, strange scoff:
One Resarate in Zeno's time still here
Saith Victor at Constantinople were.
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Christians that into Affrick Deserts-wasts
Of Venom animalls and scorpions blasts
The very nest where such as long abide
Are sucking in the venom aire destroyde
Did yet receive no harm therein at all
Return'd sound out of these Venoms Hall.
Of Venom animalls and scorpions blasts
The very nest where such as long abide
Are sucking in the venom aire destroyde
Did yet receive no harm therein at all
Return'd sound out of these Venoms Hall.
In France at Tholous many yeares had not
The Catalaunian blood shed over got
Blood all day through it flow'd untill it were
A River Vast. Is Egypts plague sent here?
The Catalaunian blood shed over got
Blood all day through it flow'd untill it were
A River Vast. Is Egypts plague sent here?
While good Gennadius at Christs Table stood
And grace for all the world in prayre out su'de
A Diabolick spectre did appeare
And in mans voice spake to him as we hear
Whilst thou dost live I'le quiet be and still
But then the Church I each way trouble will.
And grace for all the world in prayre out su'de
A Diabolick spectre did appeare
And in mans voice spake to him as we hear
Whilst thou dost live I'le quiet be and still
But then the Church I each way trouble will.
In Zeno's time a woman at one time
Did bring forth seven Children babies fine.
But them she drownded in a fish pond there,
More like a strumpet than a mother deare.
Did bring forth seven Children babies fine.
But them she drownded in a fish pond there,
More like a strumpet than a mother deare.
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