The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 18 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 516 words
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The loss of goods sometime doth move, a man his heart to break, But of his child: Ah, me alas▪ my sobs nill let me speak, These breasts my Spouse, with tender milk, proceeding from my heart Did give her suck, did nourish her, alas most grievous smart, And from my breast until you gave, her to be made a wife, I nourished her in God his fear, and loved her as my life. And sure I am those wicked men that do accuse her still, Do it because that she herself, would not obey their will. Then Lord of thy high majesty, this only boon ask I, By guilty means thou wilt not let, an innocent to die. Peace wife, attempt not God, thou knowest all flesh is frail. I know also where is God's fear, such lust cannot prevail. Peace fie, I know as well as you, that God can well withstand All kind of ill that may befall, but who can scape his hand. If God to show us what we are, doth suffer us to fall, What flesh can that O Lord withstand, not one amongst us all, And yet he shall not think by this, that I do judge it true, That this is laid unto her charge, and both we thus do rue. True▪ no, no, alas, not true I trust it be, And yet that she shall die therefore, both our two eyes shall see. Fie wife how oft hast thou, thy neighbour's grief relieved, And why in this thy own distress, are all thy senses moved, Dost thou not know our Lord and God is able to make right, The weakest part of simple men, against all tyrants spite, Dost thou not know how God himself did Toby always aid, And sent him home his son again, for whom he was dismayed, And knowest not eke, how that that God, the more to show his might When Toby had long time been blind, he gave to him his sight, Remember how the children three for serving God aright, Were thrust into the burning Oven, with Terror and with spite, And how that he defended them, amidst the flaming fire, And made the Prince praise him by them, and mitigate his ire, These and a thousand samples more, God's goodness still doth show, That God will guiltless let her die, good wife do not think so. God's goodness and his power and might, all living creatures see, And therefore Lord even as thou wilt, we leave it unto thee, You say right well, and in distress, friends comfort every man, We will go see her heaviness, and ease her if we can. In my best petticoat, Is there a hole, My sister burned it with a coal A skein of silk Will not make it whole, will ye by any sand mistress. Now I desire The pox and wild fire, And all the plagues of Hell, May recompense his meed That first wrought this deed To give me this bell. Ill Report is a crier, And a common liar.
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¶The losse of goods sometyme doth moue, a man his hart to breake, But of his childe: Ah, me alas▪ my sobs nill let me speake, These brests my Spouse, with tender milke, procéeding from my hart Did giue her suck, did nourish her, alas moste gréeuous smart, And from my brest vntill you gaue, her to be made a wyfe, I nourisht her in God his feare, and loued her as my lyfe. And sure I am those wicked men that doe accuse her still, Doe it because that she her selfe, would not obay their will. Then Lorde of thy hye maiesty, this only bowne aske I, By guilty meanes thou wilt not let, an innocent to dye. ¶Peace wyfe, attempt not God, thou knowest all flesh is frayle. ¶I know also where is Gods feare, such lust cannot preuayle. ¶Peace fye, I know as well as you, that God can well withstande All kynde of ill that may befall, but who can scape his hande. If God to shw vs what we are, doth suffer vs to fall, What flesh can that O Lorde withstand, not one amongst vs all, And yet he shall not thinke by this, that I doe iudge it true, That this is layde vnto her charge, and both we thus doe rue. ¶True▪ no, no, alas, not true I trust it be, And yet that she shall dye therefore, both our two eyes shall sée. ¶Fye wyfe how oft hae thou, thy neighbours gréefe releeued, And why in this thy owne distresse, are all thy sences méeued, Doest thou not know our Lorde and God is able to make right, The weakest parte of simple men, agaynst all Tyrantes spight, Doest thou not know how God himselfe did Toby alwayes ayde, And sent him home his sonne agayne, for whome he was dismayde, And knowest not eake, how that that God, the more to shew his might When Toby had long tyme bene blynde, he gaue to him his sight, Remember how the children thrée for seruing God aright, Were thrust into the burning Ouen, with Terrour and with spight, And how that he defended them, amidst the flaming fyre, And made the Prince prayse him by them, and mittigate his yre, These and a thousand samples mo, Gods goodnesse still doth show, That God will guiltlesse let her dye, good wyfe doe not thinke so. ¶Gods goodnesse and his power and might, all liuing creatures sée, And therefore Lorde euen as thou wilt, we leaue it vnto thée, ¶You say right well, and in distresse, friendes comfort euery man, We will go sée her heauinesse, and ease her if we can. ¶In my best petticote, Is there a hole, My sister burnt it with a cole A skeane of silke Will not make it whole, will ye by any sand mistresse. Now I desyre The pox and wylde fyre, And all the plagues of Hell, May recompence his méede That first wrought this déede To giue me this bell. Ill Report is a cryer, And a common lyer.