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To the reder.
Lyke as in tyme of Goddes reuengyng wrath:
When fyry Mars, when Saturn colde and drye
Wyth Soonne in Scorpion conspyrid hathe,
And from the south vnholsoome breathis do flye:
Venoomde vapors, they poyson by and bye
The duskid ayer: infectid is the water:
Corrupt is foode of mennis substance the matter:
When fyry Mars, when Saturn colde and drye
Wyth Soonne in Scorpion conspyrid hathe,
And from the south vnholsoome breathis do flye:
Venoomde vapors, they poyson by and bye
The duskid ayer: infectid is the water:
Corrupt is foode of mennis substance the matter:
The moysture hote then rottith inwardly:
Then stoppid ar the holes of outerskyn:
Then from the hart the heate to veynes dooth hye:
Then natiue vice abatith all within,
Drawne fast together, dryed, and dryuen full thyn:
Then wastith lyuyng wyghtis, without defence,
The ragyng plage, and cruell pestilence:
Then stoppid ar the holes of outerskyn:
Then from the hart the heate to veynes dooth hye:
Then natiue vice abatith all within,
Then wastith lyuyng wyghtis, without defence,
The ragyng plage, and cruell pestilence:
Ryght so the Deuyll out sent to trouble vs,
With hellysh hotlynges, with Saturnians,
With creepyng beastes, the light defasyng thus,
As in this storme styll stoute Pelagians
Blowes forth the blastes of Antichristians:
The bondeslaues of Satan, sowers of lyes,
Masters of myschief, trompes of heresyes.
With hellysh hotlynges, with Saturnians,
With creepyng beastes, the light defasyng thus,
As in this storme styll stoute Pelagians
Blowes forth the blastes of Antichristians:
The bondeslaues of Satan, sowers of lyes,
Masters of myschief, trompes of heresyes.
Now fostrid is a maddyng maladye
In heddis neewfanglid, and beewitchid thaughtis:
Refusyng all goode leachis remedye:
Goddis trouth to fāsies plucking, that be naughtis:
Lewde people drawyng by vnskylfull draughtis:
Vntyll the symple soules, without redres,
Possest of error fayntyth succourles.
In heddis neewfanglid, and beewitchid thaughtis:
Refusyng all goode leachis remedye:
Goddis trouth to fāsies plucking, that be naughtis:
Lewde people drawyng by vnskylfull draughtis:
Vntyll the symple soules, without redres,
Possest of error fayntyth succourles.
Yet, lo, whan as that murren is so brymme:
To his, God shapith soouerayne sauegarde:
By chaunge of place: by purgyng euery lymme:
By bytter sowle, by thynne diet, and harde:
By mouyng members toward, and frowarde:
By Vipars bodye bet, with herbis not voyde
Of vertue:if her hedde, and tayle be stroyde.
To his, God shapith soouerayne sauegarde:
By chaunge of place: by purgyng euery lymme:
By bytter sowle, by thynne diet, and harde:
By mouyng members toward, and frowarde:
By Vipars bodye bet, with herbis not voyde
Of vertue:if her hedde, and tayle be stroyde.
Likewise goode helpis God giues against the sore
Disease of mynde, and brayne fantasticall:
To seewe sage companye, to vse nomore
Vnholsome stedis: to clenge, and to let fall
The Proude, and coye conceyte: withdrawyng all
Fat fare,, and fyne, straunge disshes to forsake:
For Alexander, Woolfbane lest thou take:
Disease of mynde, and brayne fantasticall:
To seewe sage companye, to vse nomore
Vnholsome stedis: to clenge, and to let fall
The Proude, and coye conceyte: withdrawyng all
Fat fare,, and fyne, straunge disshes to forsake:
For Alexander, Woolfbane lest thou take:
To practise heuenly lore, and wysdome brought
Downe from aboue: this medicine to applye
To rescue folke, that hath contagion cought,
And eeke to saue a man continuallye
From dedly poysen: yea orels to trye,
Which way thou mayest cut of the adders hedde,
Or ease thy frende vnto thy ancor fledde.
Downe from aboue: this medicine to applye
To rescue folke, that hath contagion cought,
And eeke to saue a man continuallye
From dedly poysen: yea orels to trye,
Which way thou mayest cut of the adders hedde,
Or ease thy frende vnto thy ancor fledde.
Wylt thou be sounde? wylt thou be safe, & sure?
Folowe, folowe thys worke, thou haste in hande.
Wylt thou hym kenne, that cause is of cure?
He that abrode here, and out of the lande,
He that in warde, did Antichriste witstande:
Goode Doctor Turner: who by skyll is able
To proue the soothe, and to confounde eche fable.
Folowe, folowe thys worke, thou haste in hande.
Wylt thou hym kenne, that cause is of cure?
He that abrode here, and out of the lande,
Goode Doctor Turner: who by skyll is able
To proue the soothe, and to confounde eche fable.
Thomas Norton to the reder.
Wee may wyte, if wee wyll, by holy writ
The lore of the lorde, that ledeth to lyfe:
Wee may see, if wee seche, and fynde in it
The fall of falshed, the stenching of strife:
The tryall of trewth: the guide of our gate:
Calbemesse of hart: what to loue, or to hate.
The lore of the lorde, that ledeth to lyfe:
Wee may see, if wee seche, and fynde in it
The fall of falshed, the stenching of strife:
The tryall of trewth: the guide of our gate:
Calbemesse of hart: what to loue, or to hate.
Yea and so may wee see, that it alone
Should be sought, to finde that wee ought to seche:
No mynde of man to bee buylded on:
No counsell, no custome can bee our leche,
To purge the poyson: gyue salue for the sore:
Or hathe helth for the harmed hart in store.
Should be sought, to finde that wee ought to seche:
No mynde of man to bee buylded on:
No counsell, no custome can bee our leche,
To purge the poyson: gyue salue for the sore:
Or hathe helth for the harmed hart in store.
They more the mischief: they prolong the payne:
Ad more force to the fier, for the want
Of water of the word: and worke in vayne
Let vs hye to hym: whoes skill is not scant:
Whoes will dothe not, to better our bale:
To lesse our losse. Yea to quit vs of all.
Ad more force to the fier, for the want
Of water of the word: and worke in vayne
Let vs hye to hym: whoes skill is not scant:
Whoes will dothe not, to better our bale:
To lesse our losse. Yea to quit vs of all.
A pestilent plage, a poysonons ill
Hath sowen sores in certaigne now of late:
A wood sprited hart: with a wayward wyll:
A stubborne stomache, to nourishe debate:
Blered, yea blynded eyes: a brasen brest:
A leden brayne: I recken not the rest.
Hath sowen sores in certaigne now of late:
A wood sprited hart: with a wayward wyll:
A stubborne stomache, to nourishe debate:
Blered, yea blynded eyes: a brasen brest:
A leden brayne: I recken not the rest.
Agaynst these euell ayres thou mayst haue here
(Take it, and taste it, yea let none be left)
A tryed triacle, to kepe the clere.
Lechecraft not only restoreth the reft,
But also preserueth vnharmed helth.
This physike is free and esy God welth.
(Take it, and taste it, yea let none be left)
A tryed triacle, to kepe the clere.
Lechecraft not only restoreth the reft,
But also preserueth vnharmed helth.
This physike is free and esy God welth.
And euen as lerned leches do oftentymes
(Triall techeth dayly tofore our eyes)
Put in poyson, to make for medicines:
So make their bale thy boote: their losse lykewyse
Thy gaine, to warne the how thou ought to wyrche
To glory of God, and help of the Churche.
(Triall techeth dayly tofore our eyes)
Put in poyson, to make for medicines:
So make their bale thy boote: their losse lykewyse
Thy gaine, to warne the how thou ought to wyrche
To glory of God, and help of the Churche.
A watcherime to the magistrates, for the
Catabaptistes, and their patriarches.
Commune tryall techeth them, that be wyse,
Off thynges forepast to fynde, what will befall.
Wee haue seen, herof what end dothe aryse:
CConfounding of kyngdomes, decay of all.
Heede taken to warning saueth from fall.
Catabaptistes, and their patriarches.
Off thynges forepast to fynde, what will befall.
Wee haue seen, herof what end dothe aryse:
CConfounding of kyngdomes, decay of all.
Heede taken to warning saueth from fall.
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