A Commemoration or Dirige of Bastarde Edmonde Boner, alias Sauage, usurped Bisshoppe of London Compiled by Lemeke Avale |
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R. Doe beginne the first lesson.
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 | A Commemoration or Dirige of Bastarde Edmonde Boner, alias Sauage, usurped Bisshoppe of London |  |
R. Doe beginne the first lesson.
Parce michi domine.
Spare
vs oh swete lord, our daies are all gone,
Our holie father deare Boner, hath left vs alone.
Now enclosed in tombe, wrapte in yearth and claie,
Ecce nunc in puluere dormit, doo rot & fade awaie
We hoped that he should haue doen, as he did before,
Come forthe of prison ones againe, and burned more and more.
Who shall trust temporall powers, in whom is no healthe,
Farewell our spirituall father deare, our cōforte and wealthe.
Now helpe, Dominicke, Becket, Dunston, and sainct Line,
Gregorie with thy Trentals, Antonye with thy swine.
This father was heauenly mynded, and neuer carnall,
Therefore defende hym from the flames infernall.
Responde.
Our holie father deare Boner, hath left vs alone.
Now enclosed in tombe, wrapte in yearth and claie,
We hoped that he should haue doen, as he did before,
Come forthe of prison ones againe, and burned more and more.
Who shall trust temporall powers, in whom is no healthe,
Farewell our spirituall father deare, our cōforte and wealthe.
Now helpe, Dominicke, Becket, Dunston, and sainct Line,
Gregorie with thy Trentals, Antonye with thy swine.
This father was heauenly mynded, and neuer carnall,
Therefore defende hym from the flames infernall.
Praie for Boner B. and D. soules,
You that walke in the Popishe ilde of Poles
Ye praie for them, and thinke no skorne,
The like of Boner was neuer borne.
Boner.
Et in carne mea videbo, the bones that I haue burned.
And also Iesus Christe, against whom I haue sporned.
Posuisti me tibi contrarium, heu me, greate paine.
I crie to man, childe, and wife,
I abhorred muche the booke of life:
And loued moste the Popes lawes,
And regarded not Christ twoo strawes,
Ue miserum michi therefore,
Sainct Peter haue locked the dore,
And bidde me go the wrong waie,
Bicause I had not the right waie.
I will make an other shifte,
Seyng I am driuen to this drifte,
Now helpe holy father the Pope,
With skalyng ladder and rope:
Chaunce what chaunce maie fall,
Now will I scale heauen wall.
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