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[Apollo with thy sacred lore]

The Argument.

Amongst the children of this worlde, all are not of one seede and generation, and therefore puttyng apart the bondwoman and her children, from the freewoman and her issue, thei are to be reputed accordyngly.

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To the tune of Sondaie Mornyng.

Apollo with thy sacred lore,
My sclender skill and penne direct,
The birthe of Christe still to adore:
With solempne sacred songe select,
Dame Pallas with thy Nimphes be preste,
To further this my thirde requeste.
A noble kyng sometymes did raigne,
With witte and wealthe, endued was he:
A Queene he had, with whom certaine,
He liude a tyme, though vicious shee.
Three sonnes by straunge seede procreate,
Digressyng had, base borne by kynde,


On her the fourth sonne he begate,
More greater comfort to his mynde.
It chaunced that when Atrapos,
Of fatall life bereft this Kyng:
The Queene with her sonnes did dispose,
The funeralles accomplishyng.
In yearth with pompe the corps to laye,
With stately tombe enshrinde for aye.
Whiche doen beholde within short space,
These sonnes emong them did contende:
Who should succede in fathers place,
In fine yet did thei condiscende.
Unto an auncient knight to goe,
Whiche Secretarie was of late:
To the dead Kyng, and hym thei doe,
Commit their case to arbitrate.
The knight when he with pacience heard,
Them and their case considered well:
To them he thus his mynde declared,
My Lordes doe yeelde to my councell.
Your purpose then shall well proceed,
This saied thei, hereunto agreed.
My sentence so assigne you shall,
The buried corps againe vp take:
And that you gree emongst you all,


Your bowes and shaftes prepard do make
To shoote thereat incontinent,
And who so pearceth deepest in,
The same I deeme by myne assent,
Bothe regal croune and realme shall win.
All fowre sonnes hereto did agree,
The buried corps and take from ground,
Thei binde it faste vnto a tree:
Eche one to giue his deepest wounde.
The first the kyngs right hande did hitte,
Wherefore it was awarded fitte.
That he as onely heire and Lorde,
Of Fathers lande proclaimed should bee,
The secondes shafte with fleshe begorde,
Through fathers mouthe did perce truly
Wherefore to haue the soueraigne swaie,
And cheef rule of his Fathers lande,
More certainly he ought thei saie,
Of twaine the firmer lot to stande.
The thirde his harte did penitrate,
By reason whereof thought it was,
That he without strife or debate:
Should cheefly rule in Fathers place,
But when the fourth sonne should prepare,
To shoote he shrikte with wofull care.
Criyng alacke, this lucklesse daie,


I doe lament, heare thus to see,
Thy corps oh Father can he saie,
Of thy sonnes wounded now to bee.
The Goddes defende that liue or deade,
My Fathers corps, I perishe should:
This saied, hym in his Fathers steade,
To raigne as Kyng the nobles would.
The other three sonnes were dismist,
From all and euery rule or swaie,
My muse no longer now desist,
The Morall hereof to displaie.
This Kyng wise noble and wealthie,
To Iesus Christe compared maie bee.

Moraliztion.

Whiche did mankinde his spouse ordaine,
But she in tyme did violate:
The sacred bedde with whoredomes staine,
After straunge Goddes a miscreate.
Conceiued and brought forthe sonnes three,
Pagants, Iues and Papiste secte:
Whereof the first did wounde truely.
The Kinges right hande with shaft infecte.
Whē thei (Christes doctrine whiche doth sit,
At right hande of his Father deare:)
Did quite forsake his seruaunts smite,
With sondrie woundes vpon yearth heare.


As persecutyng Pagans fell,
Enemies to Christe and his Gospell.
The seconde sonne eke putatiue,
The Kyng of Kynges more deepely perst,
When as the Iewes to hym did giue,
Vineger and Gall to quenche his thirst.
The thirde moste wicked sonne of three,
With poysoned shafte did nothyng spare:
To wound Christes harte the King most hie,
The Papists doe this sonne declare.
While thei doe striue with might and maine,
Christes faithfull flocke on yearth to quell:
Which should one corps and soule containe
In frutes, in frutes of the Gospell.
How haue thei whet their arrowes sharpe,
To pearce Christes & his members harte.
The fourthe sonne now define I thus,
That wailde and would not shoote at all:
Because he sawe so mischeuous,
Pretence of sonnes vnnaturall.
Eche Christian true the fourth sonne is,
Whiche feareth God and would none ill:
If he doe ill, to sacrifise,
In righteousnesse he hath good will.
Suche a one my songe doeth signifie,


In sacred throne celestiall:
Shall raigne with Christe in Maiestie,
At the laste daie Iudiciall.
For whiche in faithe and feare letts praie,
That Christe from ill preserue vs maie.
And as we subiectes all are bounde,
For our noble Queene Elizabeth:
Our praiers to God with ioyfull sounde,
Let vs directe, in health and wealth.
That it would please the Kyng of Kynges,
Christe our anker, marke, and staye:
Her to preserue in all good thyngs,
And prosper vs her subiectes aye:
Finis.