The voyce of the laste trumpet blowen bi the seue[n]th Angel (as is me[n]tioned in the eleuenth of the Apocalips) callynge al the estates of menne to the right path of their vocation, wherin are contayned xii lessons to twelue seueral estates of menne, whych if they learne and folowe, al shal be well and nothynge amise [by Robert Crowley] |
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The Phisitians lesson. |
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The Phisitians lesson.
Geue
eare maister Phisition,
And set a side thyne vrinal:
And that with expedition
For I the last trumpet do cal
And set a side thyne vrinal:
And that with expedition
For I the last trumpet do cal
Geue eare I say, and marke me well.
And printe al my wordes in thy minde:
For eche thynge that I shall the tell
Thou shalt both true and certaine fynd.
And printe al my wordes in thy minde:
For eche thynge that I shall the tell
Thou shalt both true and certaine fynd.
God made the to succour mans nede,
As Iesus Sirach wrytteth playne
But by due proufe we know in ded
That many thousandes thou hast slaine.
But by due proufe we know in ded
That many thousandes thou hast slaine.
But nowe am I sent from the kyng
Of powre and domination
To call the from thy murtherynge
To walke in thy vocation.
Of powre and domination
To call the from thy murtherynge
To walke in thy vocation.
Fyrst, where thou dydest hertofore vse
To haue respect to the ryche man
I would not nowe thou shouldest refuse
To helpe the pore man if thou can.
To haue respect to the ryche man
I would not nowe thou shouldest refuse
To helpe the pore man if thou can.
Helpe him, I saye thoughe it be poore
And hath nothynge wherewyth to paye
For his maister hath yet in store
A crowne for him at the last day.
And hath nothynge wherewyth to paye
For his maister hath yet in store
A crowne for him at the last day.
And if thou do on him thy cure
For his sake yt gave herbes their strēgth
Thou shalt vndoubtedly be sure
He wyl rewarde the at the length.
For his sake yt gave herbes their strēgth
Thou shalt vndoubtedly be sure
He wyl rewarde the at the length.
This maister of his doth regard
Mercye so much that he hath told
Al his that thei shal haue reward
For geueynge water thin and coulde.
Mercye so much that he hath told
Al his that thei shal haue reward
For geueynge water thin and coulde.
And thynkest thou that he wyl not
Reward them that geue medicine?
Thou hast no suche mistrust I wot
In his promies that is diuyne.
Reward them that geue medicine?
Thou hast no suche mistrust I wot
In his promies that is diuyne.
I say therefore, if thou canst cure
The pore mans sore or maladie
Of thy reward thou shalt be sure
If thou wylt shew on hym mercye,
The pore mans sore or maladie
Of thy reward thou shalt be sure
But if thou suffer him to lacke
Thine healpe because he lacketh goulde
No doubt whē thou shalt a compt make
Thy confidence shalbe ful colde.
Thine healpe because he lacketh goulde
No doubt whē thou shalt a compt make
Thy confidence shalbe ful colde.
Then shewe thy writting if thou can
Wheron thou bearest the so bolde.
That thou wylt viset no sicke man
That cannot lyue thy pursse with gould
Wheron thou bearest the so bolde.
That thou wylt viset no sicke man
That cannot lyue thy pursse with gould
Bringe forth thy writting then, I say
If thou haue any such in store
Whereby thou mayst require ech daye
A noble of goulde, or else more.
If thou haue any such in store
Whereby thou mayst require ech daye
A noble of goulde, or else more.
And shew by what ryght yu maist take
Two pense for the syght of water
Whē thou knowest not therby to make
The sycke man one farthyng better.
Two pense for the syght of water
Whē thou knowest not therby to make
The sycke man one farthyng better.
Yea if a man should try the wel
To proue what thy coūtyng can do
He should fynde that thou canst not tell
Whether the man be sycke or no.
To proue what thy coūtyng can do
He should fynde that thou canst not tell
Whether the man be sycke or no.
I graūt the water sheweth something
But not so much as thou dost crake
Neyther is thy labour condygue
That thou shouldest money for it take.
But not so much as thou dost crake
Neyther is thy labour condygue
That thou shouldest money for it take.
But if so be thou canst espye.
By the water what is a mysse
Teache hym how to seke remedie
And worthy some reward that is.
By the water what is a mysse
Teache hym how to seke remedie
And worthy some reward that is.
But if thou do but gesse, as doth
The blynd man that doth cast hys staffe
Though thou by chaūce hit one the soth
Thy labour is scrase worthy crafe.
Though thou by chaūce hit one the soth
Thy labour is scrase worthy crafe.
Thou doest but gesse money to wyne
And wt straunge wordes make mē agast
And yet thou thynckest it no synne
To cause pore mē theyr goodes to wast.
And wt straunge wordes make mē agast
And yet thou thynckest it no synne
To cause pore mē theyr goodes to wast.
But nowe I saye to the, repent
And do thy selfe hensforth employe
To vse the gyft God hath the sente
To the profyt of thy contreye.
And do thy selfe hensforth employe
To vse the gyft God hath the sente
To the profyt of thy contreye.
Let not lucre make the professe
Before thy knowledge be perfect
For he that ministreth by gesse
Shal not so sone heale as infect.
Before thy knowledge be perfect
For he that ministreth by gesse
Shal not so sone heale as infect.
Apply the earnestly therfore
To get phisickes perfection,
That thou maiest ease the sicke and sore
And remedy infection.
To get phisickes perfection,
That thou maiest ease the sicke and sore
And remedy infection.
And shut not vp thine helpe from such
As stande in most nede of the same:
And certes thou shalte gayne as muche
By them, as by men of greate fame,
As stande in most nede of the same:
And certes thou shalte gayne as muche
By them, as by men of greate fame,
For God hym selfe hath promised
To make for them a recompence:
Wherefore doubte not to be paied,
Both for thy labour and expence.
To make for them a recompence:
Wherefore doubte not to be paied,
Both for thy labour and expence.
But if thou wilt not take my read,
But folowe after lucre styll:
I wyll put the out of all dreade,
Thy last rewarde shalbe full yll.
But folowe after lucre styll:
I wyll put the out of all dreade,
For when cruel death shal the stynge,
And thy lyfe from the seperate:
Then shalt thou se thou hast nothing,
Thy silly soule to recreate.
And thy lyfe from the seperate:
Then shalt thou se thou hast nothing,
Thy silly soule to recreate.
Wherfore I must nedes greatly fear
That in that extreme Agony:
Thou wilt of Gods mercy dispayre
And so perishe eternally.
That in that extreme Agony:
Thou wilt of Gods mercy dispayre
And so perishe eternally.
Take hede therfore, take hede bi time
Let not slyppe thys occasion:
But spedely repent thy crime,
And walke in thy vocation.
Let not slyppe thys occasion:
But spedely repent thy crime,
And walke in thy vocation.
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