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The fowerth lesson.

Quantis habuit iniquitas.

Howe sore was this bloudie beaste, fraught with synne,
So fatte was his fleshe, scante holde would the skinne.
Incrassatus, impiguatus, dilatatus, Symoniacus,
Grosse, fat, and puffed vp with a great patus,
Sacrificium deo nostro, cor contritum
Tu autem argenteos lebetes, was thy delitum,
Cur faciā tua abscōdisti like an oule in the night
Refusing the blessed Gospel the word of light
Thy cursed actes, in parchmēt shalbe inrolde,
Against God & thy prince, thou wert to bolde
Thy bloudie crimes shall bee in mynde, now thou art gone and paste,
Thou shalte make a dreadfull compt to God, for them at the laste.
Responde.
Iam fetet, quia putrifactus est,


Which made the Papistes many a feast
But in his cole house, he gaue no meate
But in Smithfield moste cruell heate,
Now death his power doe inuade,
Like rotten donge, his fleshe doe fade,
I doe not quarell,
His guttes filled a barrell.
Alas quod the Papistes and well awaie,
He was buried in the night, not in the daie,
Where were the Papistes that hower?
Some in the Flete, some in the Tower,
And many paste all grace,
Be in euery Popishe place,
God sende them suche honor,
As hath their dadde Boner,
Qui vomuit nigrum, post fata cruorem.