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The seuenth lesson.

Spiritus meus.

My spirit God wotte, is feble, weake and sore:
and so shall wee Papistes, daiely more and more.
Our tyme of Papistrie shalbe shorte, foolishe and vaine.
Ab aquilone penditur omne malum, the Papistes tooke paine.
Nowe Mars our bloudie Boner is laied in yearth full colde:
Whose life and libertie, would haue made vs bolde.
With bloudie handes, and cruell hartes was our desire:
To haue burned the Protestantes, with hote flamyng fire.
Set vp shorne crounes (the stewes) and Monkes in bootes:
And destroied Christes doctrine cleane by the rootes.

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Brought in Idols, Latin seruice, and ryngyng of belles.
Erected Chauntries, Masses, Abbaies, and Celles.
Thus we would haue dooen, in Tindall, and Comberlande.
And brought Romishe seruice, againe into Northumberlande.
There are a remnaunt left, I maie them call
The children of Antichrist, and of God Ball.
Rumor super rumorem, while the storme do last,
Antichrist and his, are now at the laste caste.
And Boner is rotten, and stinketh in graue:
Well rid is Christes flocke, of so Woluishe a K.
Si veritatem dico, quare non creditis michi?

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