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The eight lesson. Fo. rede it.

Pelle mei consumptus.

My fleshe is consumed, there is but skinne and bone:
In sainct Georges Churche yarde, my graue and I alone.
My tongue that vsed lewde woordes, and lippes awaie are rotten:
Take pitie vpon me. R.L. and H. let me not be forgotten.
Regester me in with a Leaden penne, emong the Romishe roules,
And make some Obsequi for my sake, I would it were in Poules.
Saie Dirige for me gentle T.H.U.R.L. and B.
Saie you the Masse, mourne you in blacke, W.F. and C.
Ryng you the belles, holde you the lightes A.P.S. and N.
A.B. the Crosrowe of Papistes, shewe your selues like men.
For if your merites doe not helpe, then come I verie late:
Like the foolishe virgines fiue, whiche knocked at the gate.

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To whom he saied, I knowe you not, depart from my sight:
You wanted faithe, and watched not, when I came in the night.
Let liuyng wightes, watche therfore, though it be paine and griefe:
For sodainly the Lorde dooe come, vnwares like to a thefe.
O Boner, Boner, ones againe, in thy skynne thou shalt be clad:
And haue suche members in degree, as in this life thou had.
Then shalt thou see the Martyrs all, in iudgement stande vpright:
Whom in this worlde thou didest abuse with murder, and with spight.
And called them vnlearned all, and nowe in greate honor:
Suche was the blindnes of Papistes hartes, and specially of thee Boner.

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