In prison paciently they tooke their death, We wishynge for Elizabeth. July. When Richard Yeman, minister, When these with other were put to death, When William Peckes, Cotton, and Wreight, The popish power did soore inuade, To burning schole thei wer sent streight, And with them went constant Jhon Slade ; When these at Bramford wer put to death, We wishte, etc. Nouember. When Alexander Geche was brent, When Jhon Dauy, and eke his brother, When laste of all, to take theyr leaue, But sixe daies after these were put to death Our wished welth hath brought vs peace: That great Golia shall be put to death That Godde's trew word shall placed be, That perfite loue and vnitie Shall be set in their seate agayne; That no more good men shal be put to death, Pray we, therefore, both night and day, Арос. 6. ΑΜΕΝ. How long tariest thou, O Lorde, holy and trewe, to iudge and aduenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? THE WYSHES OF THE WISE. The wishes of the wise, WHEN shal this time of trauail cease, When shal the daies of rest and peace Returne to vs agayne? When shall the minde be moued right When shall our mocions and delight When shall the tyme of wofull teares When shall the aged with gray heares When shall Hierusalem reioyce When shall the walles erected bee, When shall the vineyard be restorde When shal the spirit more feruent be When shall thy mercies set vs free When shall the serpentes, that surmise Or vtterly reiecte? When shall the bloude reuenged be Be caste into the ded? When shall that man of synne appeare To bee euen as he is? When shal thy babes and children dere Receyue eternall blisse? When shall that painted hore of Rome Be cast vnto the grounde? When shal her children haue their dome, Which vertue would confounde? When shall thy spouse and turtle-doue Be free from bitter blaste? When shal thy grace our sinnes remoue When shal this lyfe translated bee When shall contention and debate When shall trew dealing rule the roste And single minde in euery coaste When shall our mindes wholly conuert When shall this flesh retourne to duste, When shal the trumpe blow out his blast, When shall thy Christ our Kyng appeare When shall thy sainctes that suffer here When shall the faithfull firmely stande When shall thy foes at thy lyfte hand [ELIZ. POETS.] 12 |