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The third Canto in a differing verse.
Then grasping hard my conscience by the hand,
England (quoth she) tho'art now in happie case:
Thou hast a vertuous King t'gouerne thy land,
And grauest wisedome flowes in euerie place.
Thou dost reioyce and to them praises sing,
Yet dost forget the giuer of thy King.
England (quoth she) tho'art now in happie case:
Thou hast a vertuous King t'gouerne thy land,
And grauest wisedome flowes in euerie place.
Thou dost reioyce and to them praises sing,
Yet dost forget the giuer of thy King.
Gods Sonne, his fathers glorious shine, who raignes
In statelie throne, earthes prop, heauens mightie stay;
Whome furies feare, and deuils in dragging chaines,
Whome men, and beastes, and Angels bright obay.
Twise borne, who as a Gyant tooke his race,
From heauen; was borne for thee, in stable base.
In statelie throne, earthes prop, heauens mightie stay;
Whome furies feare, and deuils in dragging chaines,
Whome men, and beastes, and Angels bright obay.
Twise borne, who as a Gyant tooke his race,
From heauen; was borne for thee, in stable base.
He laide in cribbe new borne thy state lamented
He wept for thee, yfram'd of lumpish clay;
His head, which earth and haughtie heauen inuented,
In stable vile on stonie pillow lay.
Thy King, heauens Queene, in homelie cloutes did holde,
Not wrapt in roabes be-wrought with wouen golde.
He wept for thee, yfram'd of lumpish clay;
His head, which earth and haughtie heauen inuented,
In stable vile on stonie pillow lay.
Thy King, heauens Queene, in homelie cloutes did holde,
Not wrapt in roabes be-wrought with wouen golde.
According to the law the Octane day,
His tender flesh with knife of stone was shred:
The auncient ryte, he would not disobay;
For thee with paine his purple bloud was shed.
He death of death, and conquerour of sinne,
Thy sauing health at first did thus beginne.
His tender flesh with knife of stone was shred:
The auncient ryte, he would not disobay;
For thee with paine his purple bloud was shed.
He death of death, and conquerour of sinne,
Thy sauing health at first did thus beginne.
Through tyrants rage he could not rest in manger,
Ambition powred out a bloudie shower;
He fled through desarts wilde, a wandring stranger,
Exylde to, Ægipt in his tender flower.
From cribbe to caue he toyl'd to Nilus strand.
And thence with paine reiourn'd to Iewish land.
Ambition powred out a bloudie shower;
He fled through desarts wilde, a wandring stranger,
Exylde to, Ægipt in his tender flower.
From cribbe to caue he toyl'd to Nilus strand.
And thence with paine reiourn'd to Iewish land.
What did he heere? his parents he obayes;
He wept for thee, he watched night and day:
With eyes and hands to heauen vp-throwne he prayes
He sought no pompe, no rest, no earthlie sway.
His light, his life, his deedes did others teach,
Vntill such time as he must goe to preach.
He wept for thee, he watched night and day:
With eyes and hands to heauen vp-throwne he prayes
He sought no pompe, no rest, no earthlie sway.
His light, his life, his deedes did others teach,
Vntill such time as he must goe to preach.
Where is his home? where is a place of rest
Repos'd for him wherein to lay his head?
The little bird can frame a quiet nest,
The wylie Fox can haunt a resting stead.
From cribbe to crosse, whiles breath in him remaines,
He found no rest, but trouble, toyle and paines.
Repos'd for him wherein to lay his head?
The little bird can frame a quiet nest,
The wylie Fox can haunt a resting stead.
From cribbe to crosse, whiles breath in him remaines,
He found no rest, but trouble, toyle and paines.
This King, thy priest, and Prince of happie peace,
Through Iewries land did trauell too and fro:
To cure both sicke and sore, he did not cease,
No raging storme could hinder him to go.
Where he might worke his fathers worthy will,
And with lifes foode might soule and body fill.
Through Iewries land did trauell too and fro:
To cure both sicke and sore, he did not cease,
No raging storme could hinder him to go.
Where he might worke his fathers worthy will,
And with lifes foode might soule and body fill.
An Angels trumpe from heauen proclaim'd his name
Iesus, who came lost Adams impes to saue;
Whose wondrous actes deserues eternall fame,
He Lazarus reuiued from the graue.
Whose stincking coarse, and rotten carkas colde,
Foure daies and nights was couered in the molde.
Iesus, who came lost Adams impes to saue;
Whose wondrous actes deserues eternall fame,
He Lazarus reuiued from the graue.
Whose stincking coarse, and rotten carkas colde,
Foure daies and nights was couered in the molde.
What shall I speake of other dead, reuiued?
Or make rehearsall of such obiects sere?
Of blind and lame, of sence and sight depriued,
He made the dumbe to speake, and deafe to heare.
He, fowle infected soules from sinne did cure,
And vgly vlcer'd Leapers clensed pure.
Or make rehearsall of such obiects sere?
Of blind and lame, of sence and sight depriued,
He made the dumbe to speake, and deafe to heare.
He, fowle infected soules from sinne did cure,
And vgly vlcer'd Leapers clensed pure.
When waltring waues, and windes would ouerthrow,
The shaking ships amid the Seas ytost:
He caus'd the sturdie stormes to stoope below,
And saued ships and men like to be lost.
He made the lame, in leaping beare his bed,
And with fiue loaues, two fish, fiue thousand fed.
The shaking ships amid the Seas ytost:
He caus'd the sturdie stormes to stoope below,
And saued ships and men like to be lost.
He made the lame, in leaping beare his bed,
And with fiue loaues, two fish, fiue thousand fed.
He, water wan conuerted into wine,
He daunted deuills, and furies put to flight,
He for thy sake did let them strangle swine,
He taught all sorts of men to follow light.
His workes within no leaues can be enroul'd,
The ample world his wonders cannot hould.
He daunted deuills, and furies put to flight,
He for thy sake did let them strangle swine,
He taught all sorts of men to follow light.
His workes within no leaues can be enroul'd,
The ample world his wonders cannot hould.
Doe what he could, his actions did displease,
His worthy words incurred spotlesse blame:
No Angell tongue their malice could appease,
They forged crymes, and fained lyes did frame.
They mercilesse will kill their louing King,
Who came to shrow'd them vnder mercies wing.
His worthy words incurred spotlesse blame:
No Angell tongue their malice could appease,
They forged crymes, and fained lyes did frame.
They mercilesse will kill their louing King,
Who came to shrow'd them vnder mercies wing.
Lost childe, hells slaue, Deuils guest, did him betray,
For thee, that Lambe was traterously solde:
The Ethnish doggs, and Iewes haule him away,
They whip him bound vnto a piller colde.
The mightie maule of death, diuell, hell and sinne,
By coined lyes, is falselie compast in.
For thee, that Lambe was traterously solde:
The Ethnish doggs, and Iewes haule him away,
They whip him bound vnto a piller colde.
The mightie maule of death, diuell, hell and sinne,
By coined lyes, is falselie compast in.
His fathers wisedome, diuine truth is taken,
God and man, heauens lamp and glorious light,
Is of his owne deciples deare forsaken,
Is bound and led away as theefe by night,
He whipped is and beat, till from the crowne,
Tot'h ground red streames of blood distlled downe.
God and man, heauens lamp and glorious light,
Is of his owne deciples deare forsaken,
Is bound and led away as theefe by night,
He whipped is and beat, till from the crowne,
Tot'h ground red streames of blood distlled downe.
Stout Gedons Trumpets kept the dreadfull sound,
His brickle Lanthornes broken, shined bright:
But Christ his trumpe lay smothered in the ground,
The lamps of light and truth did lacke their light.
When Iewes their Maister bound away had led,
Th' Apostles into hollowe caues are fled.
His brickle Lanthornes broken, shined bright:
But Christ his trumpe lay smothered in the ground,
The lamps of light and truth did lacke their light.
When Iewes their Maister bound away had led,
Th' Apostles into hollowe caues are fled.
Now Peters lofty vants and braggs are knowne,
That mightie mount is rent and shaken sunder:
A maidens voice the fact hath ouerthrowne,
A Cocks third cry proclaimes the rocke brought vnder.
That siluer bell hath lost it sounding tung,
Which, all abroad with praise the Gospell rung.
That mightie mount is rent and shaken sunder:
A maidens voice the fact hath ouerthrowne,
A Cocks third cry proclaimes the rocke brought vnder.
That siluer bell hath lost it sounding tung,
Which, all abroad with praise the Gospell rung.
The Lambe of God to Pilats hall is brought,
His dome and iudgement, most vniust to haue:
Where fraud and false surmising witnes sought,
His worthy words by wresting to depraue.
They spit through spighte vpon his gracious face,
And they with blowes and buffets him disgrace.
His dome and iudgement, most vniust to haue:
Where fraud and false surmising witnes sought,
His worthy words by wresting to depraue.
They spit through spighte vpon his gracious face,
And they with blowes and buffets him disgrace.
When Diuels, hell snakes, foule fends and furyes fell,
Had fil'd blasphemous Iewes with poyson rancke,
Then they with spight, contempt and malice swell,
Within their hearts mischeuous vennome sancke.
They sound these bloody words in Pilats hall,
We craue, naile him on crosse before vs all.
Had fil'd blasphemous Iewes with poyson rancke,
Then they with spight, contempt and malice swell,
Within their hearts mischeuous vennome sancke.
They sound these bloody words in Pilats hall,
We craue, naile him on crosse before vs all.
They scoffe at him and laugh him vnto scorne,
And him as King in purple roabe array,
They spit, they spight and crowne his head with thorne,
In iesting wise on knees all hayle they say.
They force him also beare a heauie crosse,
Tot'h place where he redeemed Adams losse.
And him as King in purple roabe array,
They spit, they spight and crowne his head with thorne,
In iesting wise on knees all hayle they say.
They force him also beare a heauie crosse,
Tot'h place where he redeemed Adams losse.
They hoyse him vp vpon a filthie mount,
On crosse both hand and foote they fixed sure:
Betwixt two theeues whose worse they him account,
Where he most bitter torments did endure,
If all the Martirs paines were put in one,
They all to this should be esteemed none.
On crosse both hand and foote they fixed sure:
Betwixt two theeues whose worse they him account,
Where he most bitter torments did endure,
If all the Martirs paines were put in one,
They all to this should be esteemed none.
He thirsting on the crosse mans soule to saue,
Did fainting seeme, to them for drinke to call:
They dreaming that indeed he drinke would haue,
In place thereof did proffer bitter gall.
Thus seru'd they him, who suffered for thy sake,
The Lord of all who heauen and earth did make.
Did fainting seeme, to them for drinke to call:
They dreaming that indeed he drinke would haue,
In place thereof did proffer bitter gall.
Thus seru'd they him, who suffered for thy sake,
The Lord of all who heauen and earth did make.
When this was done he yeelded vp the Ghost,
His soule he to his father did commend:
He offred vp himselfe a sacred hoast,
And so his glorious passion made an end.
All this he did for thee, yet thou vnkinde,
Hast almost rac'd him quite out of thy minde.
His soule he to his father did commend:
He offred vp himselfe a sacred hoast,
And so his glorious passion made an end.
All this he did for thee, yet thou vnkinde,
Hast almost rac'd him quite out of thy minde.
When as the voice ended her long discourse,
She gaue me leaue a little for to pause:
Then hauing stood a while, quite out of course
Was euery thing and I the chiefest cause.
Nature quite out of course, to checke my course,
Neglect her worke, to worke in me remorse.
She gaue me leaue a little for to pause:
Then hauing stood a while, quite out of course
Was euery thing and I the chiefest cause.
Nature quite out of course, to checke my course,
Neglect her worke, to worke in me remorse.
Then like a childe which hauing done amisse,
Doth trembling stand in feare of Maisters rod:
So did I then: and gladly seem'd to kisse
The very path where I might praise my God.
And as the childe doth wish the deed vndone,
So did I wish I had with him begun.
Doth trembling stand in feare of Maisters rod:
So did I then: and gladly seem'd to kisse
The very path where I might praise my God.
And as the childe doth wish the deed vndone,
So did I wish I had with him begun.
The voice which then did lately seeme to chide,
Did change her chaunt, and did new comforts bring:
Saying oh England thou hast time and tide,
As yet remaining for to praise heauens King
Take time by'th bush that growes vpon his brow
For that being past, thou canst not take him now.
Did change her chaunt, and did new comforts bring:
Saying oh England thou hast time and tide,
As yet remaining for to praise heauens King
Take time by'th bush that growes vpon his brow
For that being past, thou canst not take him now.
And if thou slip'st him now, farewell my hope,
Thou shalt not haue occasion like to this;
Not (God knowes when) wherein will be such scope,
And cause of comfort, where nothing is amisse.
Hauing wisedomes wealth vertues florishing,
Which makes thee happy through thy graue wise King.
Thou shalt not haue occasion like to this;
Not (God knowes when) wherein will be such scope,
And cause of comfort, where nothing is amisse.
Hauing wisedomes wealth vertues florishing,
Which makes thee happy through thy graue wise King.
Therefore to God, which thus hath been thy stay.
All honour giue, praise him eternally:
With hands and heart vp-throwne see thou dost pray,
Giue tryple laude vnto his Maiestie.
Giue praise to God the giuer of thy King,
In glorying him, thou prayseth still thy King.
All honour giue, praise him eternally:
With hands and heart vp-throwne see thou dost pray,
Giue tryple laude vnto his Maiestie.
Giue praise to God the giuer of thy King,
In glorying him, thou prayseth still thy King.
Then cease to praise, and pray an other space,
That God may graunt him long and happy daies:
And prosper all his vertues with his grace,
That all the world may testifie his praise.
And that hee'l send such wisedome from aboue,
That thou mayst him in dutie serue, hee thee in loue.
That God may graunt him long and happy daies:
And prosper all his vertues with his grace,
That all the world may testifie his praise.
And that hee'l send such wisedome from aboue,
That thou mayst him in dutie serue, hee thee in loue.
This hauing said, England (said she) adue,
Thinke on my words, be sure when I am gone:
Giue God the praise, and thou shalt neuer rue;
For all ensuing dangers comming on,
He of his mercie will keepe from thy King,
If thou to him dost onely glorie sing.
Thinke on my words, be sure when I am gone:
Giue God the praise, and thou shalt neuer rue;
For all ensuing dangers comming on,
He of his mercie will keepe from thy King,
If thou to him dost onely glorie sing.
With that I heard cælestiall harmonie,
The voice departed straight into the ayre;
To heauen I thinke, for it was heauenlie,
Sweet of all sweets, and fayrest of all fayre.
Then I remembring what the voice had bod,
Sung these thankes-giuings to my liuing God.
The voice departed straight into the ayre;
To heauen I thinke, for it was heauenlie,
Sweet of all sweets, and fayrest of all fayre.
Then I remembring what the voice had bod,
Sung these thankes-giuings to my liuing God.
A Song of thankes-giuing.
Gods
name be glorifyed,
who with his heauenly might:
Hath bell, in chiefe and top of pride,
put to a shamefull flight.
Who sent his onely Sonne,
mans sinfull soule to saue:
Which heere on earth a race did run,
(to sinne) a seruing slaue.
who with his heauenly might:
Hath bell, in chiefe and top of pride,
put to a shamefull flight.
Who sent his onely Sonne,
mans sinfull soule to saue:
Which heere on earth a race did run,
(to sinne) a seruing slaue.
All glory be to God,
which in my widdow-hood:
Sent me a husband and a King,
to cheere my sorrowing moode.
I humbly therefore pray,
with praises to thy name:
That be directly so may liue,
his deedes may merit fame.
which in my widdow-hood:
Sent me a husband and a King,
to cheere my sorrowing moode.
I humbly therefore pray,
with praises to thy name:
That be directly so may liue,
his deedes may merit fame.
Powre downe thy heauenly deawe,
guard him with giftes of grace:
And triple all his former yeares,
to guide his Princely Mace.
Place truth amongst his traine,
confound all traytrous mindes:
Amongst the commons plant true zeale,
to doe as dutie bindes.
guard him with giftes of grace:
And triple all his former yeares,
to guide his Princely Mace.
Place truth amongst his traine,
confound all traytrous mindes:
Amongst the commons plant true zeale,
to doe as dutie bindes.
And lastly on my knees,
I pray my heauenly God:
From worthy Iames and from his Realme,
to stay his wrathfull rod.
God saue King Iames.
I pray my heauenly God:
From worthy Iames and from his Realme,
to stay his wrathfull rod.
God saue King Iames.
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