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Mis voyce harmonious angels' sounds might eaven, This happy elder, first of the first seven,
Not knowing how since ravish'd up to Heaven. (Whilst her'd about by a tumultuous band)

Did looke aloft to the inviting Heaven,
That sacred vessell by the Lord elect'd, [grace, And saw the sonne of man at God's right hand,
From whom each soule might draw forth streames of Whose charity he onely then did even,
Who doing, suffering, never was deject'd,

To pray for them, who stoning him did stand : Though beaten, bound, in prison, and disgrace,

Stones brnis'd bis body, but could harme no more, He boldly did professe what he affectd,

His ravish'd soule had fled to Heaven before. And kept the faith, till finishing his race

Whil'st ten fierce stormes the Christian state did At fatall Rome, the mother of much ill,

tosse, Where with his bloud at last he seal'd his will.

With blasts of blasphemy, and shoures of bloud,

They, not by signes charactring then their crosse, I next see him who minds so much did sway,

Did beare it selfe, and try'd by tortures stood; That Paul Mercurius, he was held for love,

Of honour, fortune, friends, or life, the losse, Till both scarce priests, (with garlands crown’d) Did passe (as trifles) for a greater good: [heart, could stay,

Paine (scorn'd) but rais’d, not rack'd their soule nor From offring buls, as to their gods above;

Who (even when suffring) act'd the bravest part. But wbilist the truth they frankely did display, What sudden chance so huge a change could move? My Muse (ingenuous) gladly would burst forth, Them whom they thus as gods would have ador'd, Their praise (when burning)who triumph'd in hearts, They straight did stone, as if turn'd divels, abhorr'd. Of whom each one deserves (respecting worth)

An epicke poeme, grac'd by all the arts; That publican who did in scroules digest

Would God she could translate unto the north, Those treasures first, whose power each conscience Their vertue's relicts, not terrestriall parts: binds:

Which (even in soules ensbrin'd) might reverence He whose few lines doe some strange things attest, As hence in glory, living here by fame. [claime, Prom grounds (though true) which now no reader findes :

Those learned doctors, primitively great, He who was choic'd by Lot, and all the rest The churche's ancients, whom account we may, Whose feet Christ wash'd, to humble haughty As foster-fathers of her infant state, mindes,

Lights set ere noone, yet lightning all the day, Which forme, in vaine, some fondly would affect,

Who did Christ's cause by words, by bookes debate, Though bowd in show, whilst swelling in effect. And banish'd, tortar'd, kill'd, did constant stay:

What rare examples for each following age,
Then with those twelve, some happy men did haunt, To scorne the fury of a tyrant's rage?
(Heaven's messengers, evangelizing peace)
As he who watred after Paul did plant,

When good Ignatius, (highly to be priz'd)
And circumcis'd to please the Hebrew race,

Was brag'd by beasts, which roar'd with rouling eyes, He (full of faith) who did fraile passions daunt,

He boldly said (their gaping jawes despis'd) Halfe lew, halfe Gentile; joyning both in grace:

“Fine wheate for Christ this grinding now me tryes;" Next Silas, Titus and a troupe I spy,

Not like that sect which was by one devis'd,

Who had his name, whom Heaven farre differing Who with th' apostles did their travels try.

Ignatians to inflict, not suffer fire, (spyes : She, rais’d from death, and prais'd for doing well,

Whose too great sprits to vexe the world conspire. Who charitable garments made and gave,

There Smyrna's angell, whom lohn did affect, That theatirian, who did purple sell,

In stormy times who did a light appeare, But greater treasure freely did receive;

Whom easterne churches did to Rome direct, That lady callid elect, as to excell,

Of Hester's feast the question'd time to cleare, Who hath already fame, shall glory have:

His death fore-dream'd, as falliog in effect, Some of this sexe, beside with those are found,

(Sayd) urg'd to leave his lord (so long held deare:) Whose piety eternall pennes renown'd.

i Whom I for master fourescore yeares did try,

And found so good, I will his servant dye.” Those guiltlesse babes at Bethel kill'd by guesse, (Loe, jealous mindes each shadow doth affright) Likesayles with winde, fire's curling waves did swell, That martyrs were before they could professe, From Heaven encourag'd to continue good, By suffring happy, ere to doe of might,

(As gold refin'd, whose brightnesse doth excell) They now in Heaven a glorious state possesse, All crown'd with flames, the reverent old man stood; And from world's toiles, by time did take their (A sacrifice which did most sweetly smell) flight:

They burn'd not him, he quench'd them with his Thus falne for Christ, before at all they stood, To hide his dust, the Pagans did accord, [bloud : Those dy'd as Christians, baptiz'd with their bloud. Lest the beholders had the same ador'd. There be whom lacob's farre degener'd race, When Iustine sought (as learning did direct) By calumnies accus'd, with partiall spite,

How one might arme for death,vaine pleasures loath, The martyr's mirrour, eminent in place,

Whil'st Christians' courage nothing could deject, Who sacred scriptures did solemnly cite,

(Though try'd extreamely) confident in both, Whilst like an angell shining was his face,

So that their course bred vertue in effect, Not pale for feare, no, lightning forth delight: Philosophy but superficiall froth: Por, he those suffrings farre more glorious thought, He needs would try who did their grounds devise, Then all the wonders that by him were wrought.

Whence resolution did so bravely rise.

And when baptiz’d, his braines first clouds were past, From Alexandria, sundry I behold,
The gospel's light he elearely came to know, Who at this meeting joyfully doe shout,
Then, what he gain'd, resolv'd to use, not wast, As Athanasius for the truth still bold,
Straight what he learn’d, did teach, Christ's truth By Arians banish’d, but not brought to doubt,
to show,

And that Paphnutius, (happy man when old) Till (out of envy) beath'nish Crescens last, Of whom the eyes Christ's en’mies had bord out, When learning fail'd, did him by art orethrow : Whose seate distigur'd, Constantine did kisse, Who added one unto the Christian feasts,

Of faith a trophee, and a badge of blisse. Long toss'd by men, and torne in th’end by beasts.

Tbe asterne churches first did Christ embrace, When charg'd with yeares (10 dye by Nature ply'd) | And drew their faith from fountaines that were pure, Of body weake, but vigorous in minde,

What famous doctours, singular for grace, (scure! When silver haires (with bloud in crimson dy'd) Have cleard those parts, though at this time ctWept rubies downe, whilst th’eyes still tearelesse What glorious martyrs, crowning there their race, shin'd,

The fyrie tryall, gold-like did endure? The wrinckles (raz'd by wounds) could not be spy'd, To thinke of ther, my soule for auguish groanes; By scourging, scorning, torturing, threatning, pin'd: Ah, that base Turkes should tread upon their bones! Old Photinus and Simeon where long plac'd, lerusalem, and Lions highly grac'd.

But since, deare Muse, to grace all worth inclin'd,

Two's fame of force, thy offring must procure, Then Irenæus after doth succeed

A modest virgin, faire of face and minde,

Whose soule and body all men prais'd as pure; To Photipus, in merit, and in place, Who,whilst church-rites did great contention breed, There (worse then death) vile basenesse to endere


She for Christ's faith was to a stewes confin'd, Would not for them disturbe the common peace; With him Tertullian, Tullian thrise indeed,

Where she, though chast, a strumpet's name sbould For wit and skill, which learning's height did grace: (Though

innocent) forc'd sinne to entertaine.

gaine, What pen can to their pennes afford due praise, Which did afflicted faith defend and raise.

Oft in her cheekes shame kindled vertue's flames,

Though in pale ashes quickly quench'd by feares; By mother's care from martyrdome restrayn'd, Yet death to force the desp'rate virgin dreames, He who for death confirm'd his father's will, And haughty fancies, stormy courage reares, But, though in scriptures by long practise train'd, Whose generous fury straight religion tames, One text for chastnesse did interpret ill,

Yet could not calme sad sighes, nor dry salt teares:
And (even by that in which he gloried stayn'd) She (as her enemy) beauty did abhorre,
Too superstitiously disposed still:

The leprous envy'd, wish'd to be a More.
By offripg ineense, idols did adore,
To scape disgrace from a detested More.

Whil'st thus perplex'd the pensive maid did sit,

With hands a crosse, eyes lifted to the sky, Barr'd from that church where falne he made the Her fame more weighid then life, Christ more then it, breach,

Which she must leave, or bim she must dedy; Whil'st high remorse his guilty minde did racke,

There was no hope for force, nor place for wit, At Sion urg'd some sacred part to teach,

When one comes in, as if her first to try:
These words of God his ground did chance to make, But in his garments bids her flye away,
“ My righteousnesse why should a sinner preach,

And he in bers would as a woman stay.
Or in his mouth my testimony take?”
Then quite confounded, leaving longing eares,

When Theodora, Didymus did leave, hough words were stay'd, he talk'd with God in (Those names of theirs deserve to be express'd) teares.

His danger first he could not but conceive,

A man soone knowne, a Christian he confessid, There he (though once to damned arts a prey)

“Who could," said be, “ of worth but seeke to save, Who for true knowledge singular did prove,

A woman's honour, a poore mayd distress'd ? And did the church (admir'd by Affricke) sway,

And since you her but for religion blame, (shame!" Of Rome's old rivall, when with fame in love,

Should thoughts so purè be cross'd by publike With righteousnesse all Christians to array, Who long by tongue, and still by pen doth move:

He straight was damn'd to death by partiall hate, With greater power then whilst on th' Earth he Though charg’d for nothing but for doing good, stood,

And she who heard the danger of his state, “Writs grow, when watred with the author's bloud." Came bim to free, by offring up her bloud:

Both strivd.for death; magnanimous debate !

Whil'st with religion, vertue emulous stood: With this bright troupe, Christ's champion doth ap. They generously devout, devoutly brave, proach,

Taught Gentiles worth, true zeale to Christians gare. Whose torture, no, whose triumph I must praise, Then earst Eliah in his fyery coach,

A tyrąnt, when contemn'd, more fierce doth prora, Who did himselfe to Heaven more bravely raise, Much haste was us'd, that both might fall by fire; Whil'st on his gridiron flames did fast encroach, Bright were the flames of their immortall love, Those words of his the hearers did amaze : Which never burn'd with any base desire: “Now tyrant chuse, since here halfe broil'd I rest, This match contract'd below, perform'd above, If rosted Aesh, or raw, doth please the best." God grac'd with angels in Heaven's highest quire:

And as their ashes, soules conjoyn'd did Aye, Oft that which roaring windes could not have reft,
Whil'st each for th other, both for Christ did dye. Some flatter'd by the Sunne have freely left.
Not onely men (whom courage bold doth make) There Mylau's glory, whom (by grace rais'd high)
By conscience prick'd, and by their honour bound, In civil charge the church would needs acquire,
Nor women fraile, who for each terrour quake, Not suting first, then fayning to deny,
And cannot see, much lesse endure a wound; He not the place, the place did him require,
Even children yong did resolution take,

Which when procur'd, he did so well supply,
Of paines with parents happy partners found: That his perfection all men did admire:
That from low grounds may rise a glorious height, Who from his church an emp'rour did exclude,
"God by weake meaues most magnifies his might.' Till by repentance purg'd from guiltlesse bloud.
What pen can paint, or yet what heart conceive, Bizantium's bishop for true Christian care,
When Christians first to plant the gospell toil'd,

Then all her patriarks may more glory claime, To them what trouble Pagans daily gave,

For eloquence, who exquisitely rare, Still banish'd, scourg'd, of plage and fortunes spoil'd? A mouth of gold made justly grace his name, Not suffred to have life, no, nor a grave, [broild: Which taxing sinne, did never person spare, Drown'd, buro'd, beheaded, torne with beasts, and But even in princes what was ist did blame; Their ashes swallow'd, or dispers’d for spite,

O how this all the world's affection moves, As if their being to abolish quite.

When eloquence of truth the lanterne proves ! Rome's bishops then with care did keep their flocke, That painfull labourer in the fields of grace, (A sacrifice to every tyrant's wrath)

Interpreting the truth, translating right, Not puffed up presuming of a rock,

Who for his dwelling singled out the place, But, Peter-like, in teares, in bands, and death,

Where first our Saviour view'd this changling light; More strong then he when challeng'd by a cock,

And of frajle thoughts disturbing fleshly peace, For forfeiting the glory of his faith:

This judgement last with horrour at the height, Then mitres now with pompe so proudly borne,

Did apprehend (as marking flaming spheares) More glorious crownes those martyrs did adorne.

That still Christ's trumpet thundred in his eares. Those pastors then, farre from contentious pride,

That mother, whose kinde teares with ardonr shed, All worldly honours did as rocks eschue,

Wise Ambrose said could not in vaine be spent, And onely carefull how their flocke to guide,

Here comes her sonde whom with such care she bred, Not rich, nor baughty, poore, and humble grew;

Much for his body, for his soule more bent ; None strivd for place, but where to lurke not spy'a, Throagh errour's maze long intricately led, Whilst to their charge still martyrdome was due :

A friend, and she oft arging to repent : Kings' subjects true, though subject to their wrath, By which (made famous) his conversion shines

His eare did move his eye to reade these lines, Not torturing others, suffring for the faith. O treacherous riches, hatching many harmes !

And thus what travell huge behov'd to be, The world's corrupter, though chiefe ground of trust,

Ere this great person to the light was brought? Of

Who still in toile, the world from harme tó free, peace the popson, daunting men in armes, The foile of laws, a tempter to the just,

Then earst Alcides, with more monsters fought, Nurse of all vice, who can allure with charmes,

Of heresies most horrible to see, Till even the chast (at last for thee) do lust;

Whose learned workes a full confusion wrought; The onely bawd who dost abuse each state;

And yet of them he did some faults redresse, Yet for all this whom none on Earth doth hate.

Even strong in that, his weakenesse to confesse.

When barbarous Vandals did that place besiege, Thou, riches, thou, thou didst deprave each part, Where this rare pastor his attendance gave, By which Rome's church had flourish'd first so long, Not able to resist their boundlesse rage, Empoysoping with pride her bishop's heart,

Who (grosse) such parts as his could not conceive, More weak with God, when with the world grown To flye their force, he yeelded unto age,

strong ; That gift which Constantine was said t' impart,

His towne (ere stayn'd) in purity to leave: If furg'd, or true, did make them first go wrong:

Whose happy rule still lasted with his life : A wooden chalice golden priests did use,

Thus at his funerals teares of force were rife. A golden chalice wooden priests abuse.

Whil'st emulous judgements who but fame affect, When once grown great, and lords of many lands,

To praise themselves, all others would abate;

And where familiar, leaving due respect, Church-rulers prov'd the cause of shedding bloud; All what they reach, prize at an easie rate; The Guelphs and Gibilins oft arm'd in bands, I living men, the world doth worth neglect, Till on an emp’rour one triumphing stood; Mark'd carelesly, by envy, or by bate: And whil'st a sword flam'd terrour in his hands, And they, when gone, are by the world admir'd, The scored keyes one drown'd in 'Tiber's flood :

As he was straight when once from hence retird. Not to perswade, but to compell they went, As earst to save, then how to ruine bent.

Thus Hippo's bishop, th' ornament of arts,

Scarce free from stormes, was harbour'd in his port, But though smooth calmnes had blunted many a When rancour raging in the Arians' hearts, Where persecution quickned all before, [minde, In Affricke made the Christians' peace but short; Yet some to zeale, franke gratefulnesse did binde, Neare thousands five, dispers'd in sundry parts, Even in these times remisse remark'd the more ; Were after kill'd by cruelties' worst sort: And whilst by others' foils more bright they shin'a, And some dismembred, yet enjoy'd their breath, Their faith by fruits did (though secure) decore: Who (living martyrs) had triumph'd ore death.



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A generall theeting publikely decreed,

For those whose basenesse all men thus might view, As to consult about the churche's state,

Since false to God, could not to him be true. Foure hundred fathers joyn'd themselves with speed, Where doubts did challenge, freely to debate; Next comes a lady crown'd with glory forth, Ah! can religion so much mischiefe breed, Of these first two the mother, and the wife, As under trust to show the beight of bate? Whose birth and vertue did adorne the north, Religion's show, God's bishops did beguile: Where first this ile did give such goodnesse life; Who met for peace, went parting in exile. O how great persons doe make worth more worth!

Her zeale in thousands bred a godly strife, Then some were burn'd to terrifie the rest, Like Sparta's queene for beauty, and in name, Whose banishment their constancy decor'd, Not of so great, but of farre better fame. Till that fierce tyrant (Affricke's fatall pest) For erring Arians fought against the Lord, Devotion at the height, (yet not a sinne) And dy'd by vermine, with a stormy brest, The scorn'd extreame did come so neare to touch, Whil'st (as his minde) bis body was abhorr'd: That they who follow'd, did fall grosly in; Thus he like Herod, like to him did end, [attend.” Thus superstition taught, by zeale grew such, “Such monsters strange, strange judgements dee Which pilgrimage and relicts did begin;

That crosse she found, did since crosse Christ too Loe, selfe-divisions still the church did marre,

much: Superfluous knowledge toiling clouds to cleare; Of whose true crosse, we but by suff'ring share, Worse then with Turkes, with Christians, Christians Here but of wood, her sonnes was drawn in th' ayre.

jarre ; Iy levell grounds, all ruptures most appeare,

That emp'rour's sight doth next my thoughts invite, And each small distance seemes exceeding farre, Who was by Ambrose from the chureh restrain'd, In them who(if not joyn'd) are naught, though neare: Whil'st once (transported with impetuous spite) Those curious doubts which good men doe eschew, His place in time of peace with bloud be stayn'd; Make many atheists, and doe better few.

Rome's power by parting, who did ruiue quite,

Though his weake sonnes (when halfe) too much But, vent'rous Muse, a troupe we now must trace, attain'd: Prais'd for their rarenesse at the higher rate, He dy'd in time, whil'st still beld good and great, As eminent for parts, as in their place,

Ere barbarous squadrons came to crush the state. Their people's better each way as in state; Them soveraignty did show, they it did grace, That ebbing time can but few emp'rours show, Not by opinion, but with reason great:

For piety, or any worth renown'd,
Fraile diadems did earst, adorne their brow, Some servants rose (while as their lords fell low)
These everlasting are, which decke them now. Deserving and desiring to be crown'd,

As he who did Alaricus orethrow,
Great Constantine, who but commend thee must? Whose beaten remnant did his boast confound,
Amicting furies thou didst soone asswage,

Though victor still, and (save bim) wanting none; Whom (ere adventring) victory to trust,

So great a moment may depend on one.
A signe in Heaven for surety did engage;
Thou quench'd in Tiber's streames a tyrant's lust, Brave Ætjus thus a bloudy praise may claime,
Which did in Rome exorbitantly rage :

Who more perform'd then emp'rours durst attempt; And (persecution brought unto an end)

That great commander, witb the martiall name, The Christian faith didst first by armes defend. Who Italy from bondage did exempt,

Whose trophees fill'd both th' east and west with Though great with power, a stranger still to pride, Yet dy'd a beggar, sunke below contempt: By warre prevailing, yet a friend to peace, That eunuch (mock'd) repaid his empresse soone, Herul'd, not raign'd, world's emperour, no, her guide, Who spun a web whieh never was undone. As then with men, now high with God in place; He for the church (as father) did provide,

I scarce can know a Christian at this houre, And to be gorgeous, brought her from disgrace: Of them who sway'd the empire of the east, That she who late for feare durst not be seene, Whose soveraignty seem'd sweet, but still provid Straight rais'd with pompe, was courted as a queene. soure,

(Who raign'd in state, oft ending like a beast) A brave intention bad effects may breed,

Though image-breakers, foes to papall power, And things once good may be deprav'd by time; In whose vast minde, religion's part was least : This prince, bent to supply the churche's need, Those barb'rous lords whom dying Greece did breed, Did taint that purenesse which adorn'd ħer prime, Were types of Turkes that after should sncceed. And choak'd with surfet, where he sought to feed, The guiltlesse authour of a casuall crime: Brave Martell's sonne, great Charles, the pride of That towne for Christians thus which rear'd he had, France, TheTurkes'chiefe seate,makes many a Christian sad. Tu plague the Pagans heritably borne,

Who over th' Alpes bis ensignes did advance, His father once (as heath’nish) did pretend, The German's terrour, the Italian's scorne, That in his campe no Christian more should dwell, Who from old foes begg'd helpe (what worse could And numbers (straight lest him they should offend) chance?) From their profession impudently fell;

And with new titles did a Ganle adorne: Bụt them who constant were, he did sommend, Ambition here joyn'd two by mutuall hopes, And from his court the others did expell : But since few emp'rours could agree with popes.


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That dignity whose virgin flower was due, Those whom that doltish time with him brought To brave commanders, victory to crowne,


[worth. Whil'st but in name, and not in essence true,

He makes their faults seemne worse, they grace his A Roman relict in a Grecian towne, They gave it him, (as after did ensue)

That dainty towne, the pearle of Ames rich plains, That gratefulnesse might godlinesse presse downe: A nurcery of good wits, still friend to arts, Yet even when his owne tutor had the seate, Not mother (as one said) of haplesse swaines, He ofttax'd Rome, which straight grew grosse, when Doth now yeeld three, all prais'd for vertuous parts ; great.

The first old Dante (swolne with just disdaines)

To see the errours of corrupted hearts: The next great Christian grac'd by sacred armes, Who doth their wayes (a censure) strictly trace, A glorious plant from the same bounds did spring, Yet more then God did make doth grant one place. From infidels, who back (by fierce alarmes) The tombe of Christ and David's throne did bring ; The nextis one whose brows were crown'd with bayes, His foes all ranquish’d, and the world's base charmes

, Who (chastly loving) worth did finde or faine, When both by conquest and by choice a king: He would for state be onely crown'd with thorne,

And (never jealous but of Phoebus' rayes)

His lines (still pure) no sparke of lust could staine, To him for glory, though given Christ for scorne.

When marking well of Rome the wandring wayes, Some else with him whom Heaven'schiefe stamp did I (lust fary bursting forth, indeed divine)

Which in his soule he highly did disdaine.
And in their breasts just fury did imfuse, (seale,
Not for fraile glory, but enflam'd with zeale, (use,

Her faults (since tax’d) first clearly did designe.
Who for good ends, warre (man's worst meanes) did
Their praise from fame no treacherous time can Then this great poet hath a preacher neare, [try,
Immortalliz'd by ravishd Tassoe's muse, (steale, Who when French Charles the Fighth would Naples
To crowne their conquest (scorning latter broils)

Did tell (if bent the church from faults to cleare) With stately trophees rear'd of Pagans' spoils.

He prosper should, and else unhappy dye,

And when that king did faile (truth must appeare) That towne (a garden long for Heaven's choice He had a minde his errour to supply; By baptiz'd kings commanded for a space, (flowers) But whilst this man for Heaven a passage urg'd, Was brought to bondage by barbarian powers,

His body first fire from corruption purg'd. Farre from faire Sion when with God in grace, Yet once againe to free her stately towers, Ere taught to swimme, those soules who straight did The steps of Godfrey sundry striv'd to trace,

sinke, With German, English, French, and other bands, And (not set right) can scarce be said to stray, But fail'd in fortune, not in hearts, nor hands. Farre, farre be it from any minde to thinke,

That all were lost, who thus did lose their way: When purgatory gold enough not gave,

Some seeking Christ no toile could make to shrinke, Croisadoes then did holy warres pretend,

Though oft wrong grounds, good works, and zeale And (cosening kingdomes) did franke zeale deceive,

did sway: Whilst publick aymes did maske a private end; They did mistake, yet what seem'd best preferr'd, Oft princes thus (that they lesse power might have) Not in intention, but in knowledge errid. Rome's powerfull threatnings did to Syria send, Who (jarring still) fear'd their abandon'd states,

What troupes of late damnation's number fill, Of neighbours jealous, emulous of mates.

Who (clouds remov’d) the truth did clearly know,

And reading scriptures, hearing sermons still, But what great conquest could those kings acquire, Had wicked hearts, were holy but in show? To take the crosse whom crosses did constraine, Where such are sav'd who had more faith, lesse skill, And not resolv'dly of their owne desire,

And gave good fruits, when none their seed did sow: As courting glory, or expecting gaine?

Though once in merits too much trust they plac'd, Some (whose brave minds conceiv'd a generous ire) Who dying theirs disclaim'd, and Christ's imbrac'd. More by their friends, then by their foes in paine, With shows of vantage gladly did remove; And all that warre infortunate did prove.

Whilst ignorance to blinde the world prevail'd,

Some through her darknesse did behold the light, That simple age (ruld by religious feares),

And marking how (their guide) example failed, As priests were pleas'd in every thing did deale,

Left shows, and sought what really was right, Who did the grounds of truth from vulgar eares,

Then with true tourage, by no danger quail'd, (To breed devotion) cunningly conreale,

Did venter boldly in faith's spirituall fight, Thus urging almes, and for each sinne true teares, And that when dead they should due guerdon have.

Sure, whilst they liv’d, a number's souls to save, Whil'st want of knowledge bred prepost'rous zeale: Then superstition (lavishly devout) Not truly worship’d, but did grosly dote.

Last troupes at once griev'd at the churche's wrong,

(Milde piety transform'd in sacred rage) When minds of light base ignorance depriv'd,

As the Waldenses and Albigios long, (His beauties grac'd with many foils plac'd neare) Did strive

against the errours of their age, To banish darknesse godly Bernard striv'd, Till Rome with passion, not in reason strong, A starre by night, more eminently cleare, As 'gainst the Turks, a generall warre did wage, Not smelling of that age in which he liv'd, To which the reverenc'd crosse did armies call, His works were wonders then, and still are deare; Not to convert, but to subvert them all.

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