A New Yeares Gifte, dedicated to the Popes Holinesse and all Catholikes addicted to the Sea of Rome: preferred the first day of Ianuarie, in the yeare of our Lorde God, after the course and computation of the Romanistes, one thousand, fiue hundreth, seauentie and nine, by B. G. [i.e. Bernard Garter]... In recompence of diuers singular and inestimable Reliques, of late sent by the said Popes Holinesse into England, the true figures and representations whereof, are heereafter in their places dilated |
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[On the four safeguards sent by the Pope to King Charles].
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[On the four safeguards sent by the Pope to King Charles].
Here hast thou seene my friend, foure noble things,
The first came down from heauen vnto the Pope,
Which he must yeeld to Charles that noble king,
Therein to put his comfort, life, and hope:
For he, and his, and all that beare the same,
Are therby quit from dolor, sinne, and shame.
The first came down from heauen vnto the Pope,
Which he must yeeld to Charles that noble king,
Therein to put his comfort, life, and hope:
For he, and his, and all that beare the same,
Are therby quit from dolor, sinne, and shame.
An Epistle is the second writing flat,
Sent to the Pope by Sauior the Saint:
So long as Charles doth beare, or readeth that,
No foe, nor fire, haue force to make him faint:
No water drowne, no launce, nor sharpest knife,
Nor Iron toole, haue power to hurt his life.
Sent to the Pope by Sauior the Saint:
So long as Charles doth beare, or readeth that,
No foe, nor fire, haue force to make him faint:
No water drowne, no launce, nor sharpest knife,
Nor Iron toole, haue power to hurt his life.
The third, a charme should seeme of great effect,
Preseruing aye both man, and child, and wife,
From naughtie theeues, and persons to suspect,
That would impaire their bodies, goods or life:
Such strength it hath, thou needst not it to reede,
But beare the same, it will perfourme the deede.
Preseruing aye both man, and child, and wife,
From naughtie theeues, and persons to suspect,
That would impaire their bodies, goods or life:
Such strength it hath, thou needst not it to reede,
But beare the same, it will perfourme the deede.
The fourth thou seest, the place wher it was foūd,
By whom, and when, and what the vertue is,
A place of life, a place that doth abound
With streames of grace, of ioyes, & perfecte blysse:
That writing to, as suredly was there,
As now the Pope himselfe is present here.
By whom, and when, and what the vertue is,
A place of life, a place that doth abound
With streames of grace, of ioyes, & perfecte blysse:
That writing to, as suredly was there,
As now the Pope himselfe is present here.
If then thou wilt be cleare from force of warre,
If fires flame, nor waters rage shall dreade:
If neyther theef nor Iron toole shall scarre,
Thy iourney once: Then sticke not this to reade:
For sure, they must be perfect strong and true,
Or else the Pope is worse than Turke or Iew.
If fires flame, nor waters rage shall dreade:
If neyther theef nor Iron toole shall scarre,
Thy iourney once: Then sticke not this to reade:
For sure, they must be perfect strong and true,
Or else the Pope is worse than Turke or Iew.
A Turke? nay worse. A Iew? a helhounde sure,
That thus would wash the bloud of Christ away:
The Diuel himselfe durst neuer put in vre,
The flocke of Christ so fouly to betray,
As to deface the merites of his death,
And make vs trust in trifling things on earth.
That thus would wash the bloud of Christ away:
The Diuel himselfe durst neuer put in vre,
The flocke of Christ so fouly to betray,
As to deface the merites of his death,
And make vs trust in trifling things on earth.
If Christ affirme, that he is life alone,
If other way to heauen there cannot be,
If other truth besides his truth be none,
What is he then, but may this mischiefe see?
A franticke man with pride bewitched still,
For money sake, the Saints of God will kill.
If other way to heauen there cannot be,
If other truth besides his truth be none,
What is he then, but may this mischiefe see?
A franticke man with pride bewitched still,
For money sake, the Saints of God will kill.
And yet for that I would not credite craue,
Without iust cause, note what this Leo was,
Iaphetus writes (my wordes you shal not haue)
A thing right straunge, and how it came to pas:
A noble childe, brought vp in vertuous hope,
Was made a wicked man by being Pope.
Without iust cause, note what this Leo was,
Iaphetus writes (my wordes you shal not haue)
A thing right straunge, and how it came to pas:
A noble childe, brought vp in vertuous hope,
Was made a wicked man by being Pope.
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