Wherefore suche as doe idols make, All ye that feare the Lorde aright, Ye that do feare the Lorde therefore And haue the Lorde whole in your thought, The heauens and the firmament But the rounde earth he hath forth lente The dead, O Lorde, that are gone hence, 1 unto. But we, O Lorde, that be alyve, AN HOLSOME WARNING FOR ALL MEN THAT BEARE THE NAME OF CHRISTIANS TO LYVE CHRISTIANLY. From the "Court of Vertue." O HARKE a whyle vnto my style, That beare that name, and doe not frame Is fayth in syche as beying ryche, For we are all, as sayth Saynt Paule, Of Christ Jesu, ground of vertue When the poore man, as proue I can, Is Christ his member true, As well as he, what so he be, That ryches so endue. Why should ye then to symple men With you in all estate? Christ his kyngdome was neuer wonne Allthough that here some doo appere Then let none thynke that Christ wyll shrynke, When he shall iudge us all, Of all your wealth, so got by stelthe, You to accompt to call: When yf he fynde ye were unkynde Then wyll he say, Goo from me aye When I lackt meate, and fayne would eate, Then wyll ye say wythout delay, And he agayne shall answer playne, Ye styll oppreste and muche detest When ye therfore did them abhorre To me alone, and other none, Saint John doth proue we cannot loue God whom we doe not see, If we doe hate our brethren that Are present to our eye. Nowe call for grace, whyle ye haue And so procede in worde and dede space; THE FAITHFULL SOULDIOUR OF CHRISTE HEREOUT, O Lorde, the right request The world, the diuell, death, and hell, O Lorde my God, to thee I praye, Thou knowst wherin my help doth stand, Good Lorde, put to thy helping hand, XVI. GEFFREY WHITNEY. EMBLEME I. Motto: Te stante virebo. A MIGHTIE spyre, whose toppe dothe pierce the skie, An iuie greene imbraceth rounde about; And while it standes, the same doth bloom on highe, But when it shrinkes, the iuie standes in dowt. The braunche the churche, whoe speakes vnto hir this: "I that of late with stormes was almoste spent, And brused sore with tirants' bluddie bloes, Whome fire and sworde with persecution rent, Am nowe sett free, and ouerlooke my foes: And whiles thou raignst, oh most renowmed queene! By thie supporte my blossome shall be greene.' EMBLEME II. Motto: Veritas temporis filia. 99 THREE furies fell, which turne the world to ruthe, Both Enuie, Strife, and Slaunder, heare appeare : In dungeon darke they longe inclosed Truthe; But Time at lengthe did loose his daughter deare, And setts alofte that sacred ladie brighte, Which things longe hidd reueales and bringes to lighte. |