An admonition to Doctor Story beeing con-
demned of high Treason, sent to him before his death, but because it came to late to his
hands: it is now put in print th[?] [?]y be a warning to all other papists where
by they may repent and [?] mercy, cleve to his holy woord
and live ac[cording to] Doctrine of the same.
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BEstur your stomps good Story now, the gallous [?]ore
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I am sory you came so late, that you must hang alone.
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If you had come but one yeer past, company you migh[t] [?]
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John Felton & the Nortons bothe, of you would have been glad
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Alas what luck had you good man, to bide from hence so long
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And hang behinde your company, no dout you had gr[?]
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But sith Dame Fortune so dooth frown, and your [?]
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I see that weeping wil not help, it boots not to be [?]
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Therfore I wish you to repent, while you have time [?]
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Lay holde on Faith in Christes blood, and call to God [?]
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And now prepare your self with speed, to sail up Holbou[rn] [?]
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And drinck you of that deadly cup, that you to us did fil[?]
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Gods woord must needs be prooved true, which you doo st[?] [?]ave
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Such measure as your self did give, such measure shall you have.
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Remember wel your crueltye, in killing of Gods Saints:
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whose blood for vengeaunce stil dooth cry, & god hearth their complaint.
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& you have now your just reward, which you have wel deserved:
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Because from God & princes lawes, so tratorously you swarved.
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As I hear say you doo appele, unto your God the Pope:
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But his Pardons cannot prevaile, to save you from the rope.
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Nor yet his Masses many folde, they cannot you defend:
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From Tiburn neither yet from hel, except you doo amend.
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but when these newes are brought to Rome, how that you are attainted
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Of high treason and hangd therfore, no dout you shal be Sainted.
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These names & titles shall you have, in Rome when you be dead:
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The Pope no dout wil you inrole, under his bulles of lea[?]
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A Doctor and a Confessor, thus shall you be extolde:
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A Martyr and a Saint also, but yet a traitor bolde.
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That day that you hanged shal be, it shall be holy day:
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And so ordained by the Pope, that men to you may pray.
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Thus shall you be canonized, as Saint as I have said:
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Then to be hangd for high treason, what need you be afraid?
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For you shall have Trentalls great store, of Masses said & sung:
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And all the belles that be in Roome, for your soule shal be rung.
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If some good popish catholike, of your hart could take holde:
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And bring it to the Pope in Rome, it should be shrinde in golde.
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Because that in the Popes defence, you dyed so bolde and stout:
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If that your soule doo go to hel, the Pope wil Masse it out.
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And place you by his owne white side, where all the saints doo dwel
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In that heaven which him self hath made, not very far from hel.
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Where you shall have such plesant joyes, Masse & mattens by note
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Saint Pluto there sings Masse him self, in a red firye cote.
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Saint Dunstone is one of his clarkes, Saint Hildebrand another
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There shall you see Saint Dominick, and S. Francis his brother.
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Saint Fryer Forest is the Preest, to hear the Saints confession:
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Saint Fryer Bacon beres the Crosse, before them in p[roc]ession.
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There shall you meete S. Thomas Becket, that had the g[?] [?]ine
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And S. Thomas of Harefordshere, bothe costly brave [?]
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There shall you meete S. Boniface, S. Remige and S. [?]
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Saint Brigid and S. Clare the Nun, with the holy ma[?]
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There shall you meete S. Cardinall Poole, & sw[?]
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S. Thomas More a traitor stout, with the ho[?]
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There shall you see that blessed Saint, Pope Ur[ban]
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Who was the first that did invent, and make Corps Chri[sti]
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These Saints and ye[?] [?]o, with all the Sleepers seve[n]
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Shall meete you wit[?] [?]n, and welcome you to H[eaven]
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And there you shall h[?] [?]ing stil, from morning v[?]
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And meete with your familier freends, S. Edmond and S. S[?]
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Saint Christopher that late was hangd, at Tiburn you b[?]
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There shall you meete S. Felton to, with many [?]
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All these Good Saints as I have said, wil meet [?]
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And bid you welcome into Heaven, with joy whe [?]
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Then al these Angels & these Saints, with great mirth [?]
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Unto the high infernall seat, and set you next the kin[?]
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You shall be made the cheefest Saint, and sit aboove th[?]
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Higher then ever Dunstone was, or any Preest of Ba[?]
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You shal be judge of all the Saints, and highest in C[?]stion:
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Even as you heer upon Earth were, to maintain superstion.
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The popes
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Heaven next
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house to
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hel.
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These are
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the Popes
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Saints.
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Loke in Le
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gend aurea
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and there
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shall you
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finde what
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S Remege
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was.
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Sir Tho-
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mas More
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once Lord
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chaunceler
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of England.
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Loke in the
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Festival for
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the seven
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Sleepers.
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But yet I dout you shall not skape, the Purgatory flame.
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[I]f Masses and Diriges doo not help, to save you from the same.
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Of whiche I knowe you shall lack none, for many wilbe fain:
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[T]o have a thousand for your sake, to fetch you out again.
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[B]ut you shall Masses great store have, in the heaven where you go:
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[T]hat wil keep you from Purgatory, if that the Pope say no.
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[T]hus maister Doctor have I tolde, your joyes after this life:
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Because with Gods woord & your Prince, you dye so far at strife.
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These be the joyes that you shall have, in the Popes heaven to reign:
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But in Gods heaven where true joyes be, no traitor shall remain
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No Papist nor Idolater, that doo refuse gods woord:
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No worshipper of Images, shall stand before the Lord,
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Nor yet Rebellious Massemonger, that dooth his Prince despise:
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Against all Popish blood suckers, the Lord wil turn his eyes.
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No witch nor wicked whoremonger, which your pope dooth defend
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No Conjurer nor yet such like, to Gods heaven shall ascend.
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No Buggerers orels yet baudes, in Gods heaven shal have place:
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No Briber nor Simoniack, nor Perjurer past grace.
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No supersticious Hereticks, nor mainteners of whores:
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No Sectaries nor Sodomits, shall come within heaven doores,
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All wilful virgins with their vowes, professing to live chaste:
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That godly mariage doo contemn, from Gods heaven shall be cast.
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And such were all your popish Saints, that I before have named:
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with all these sinnes moste horible, the moste of them were blamed
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But in such filthy stincking Saints, the Lord hath no delight:
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And from the joyes celestiall, he wil exclude them quite.
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But these Saints that in Gods heaven, shall have their habitation:
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Who by true faith in Christes blood, doo seek their whole salvation
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And such as doo unfainedly, beleeve Gods holy woord:
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Whose life and good profession, together doo accord.
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And live like subjects to their prince, obeying godly lawes:
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Not thus to hang like traitors stout, as doo you popish dawes.
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Lo maister Doctor these be they, whom we good Saints doo call:
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One of these Saints doo plese God more, then doo the popes saints all
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And if you be unhangd as yet, God graunt you may repent:
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That you may be one of these Saints, of Christe omnipotent.
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But if you be all redy hangd, I leave you to your judge:
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And let the Papists by you take heed, how they doo spurn & grudge
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Against God and their lawful Queene, I would not wish them run
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Lest that they drink of that same cup, as you before have doon.
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God be thanked that our Queene, begins to look about:
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To draw the sword out of the shethe, to weed such trators out.
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Therfore you popish traitors all, forsake your Roomish sects:
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Obey your Queene like subjects true, or els beware your necks.
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Take heed how you provoke your Prince, at any time to wrath:
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Whose angre is saith Salomon, the messanger of death.
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The Kings displeasure is even as, the roaring Lions voice:
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Then to provoke the Queene to wrath, papists doo not rejoice.
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Abuse not the Queenes lenity, that shee to you dooth showe:
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What small vantage is got therby, some papists late doo knowe.
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Consider what great benefits, we have of her good grace,
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Shee dooth maintain Gods holy woord, to shine in every place.
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How godly hath she ruled us, by wise councels advice:
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Of such a precious jewel you, papists knowe not the price.
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Shee seeketh to doo harme to none, but to doo all men good:
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Yea, to her foes that sought her death, she hath not sought their blood
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Til now of late they did rebel, high treason to conspire:
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Then was it time to cut them of, and hang them somewhat hier.
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To end, God save her majestye, from bloody papists vain:
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And Lord send her olde Nestors yeeres, w us to live and reigne.
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