The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 25 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Sensualitas and voluptas to, I speak unto you twain, How falsely you accused her, all men do now see plain. And God himself to save her blood, hath wonderfully wrought, And you that sought to spill the same, are also come to nought. Well God forgive your wicked deed, and give yourselves to pray, For of your course of mortal life, this same is the last day. For hence you shall unto the place, where such do use to die, As do transgress the PRINCE's laws, even forthwith by and by. And there with stones you shall be stand▪ while life and 〈◊〉 doth last Hoe there away with them I say, let it be done in haste. Come of with the mischief, Is it now more grief, For you two to die: Then other you thought, Whom you accused for nought, Marry fie for shame fie. Be of good cheer, You shall be past fear, Within this half hour: Much good do your hearts, That thus do take parts, In every stour. They that shall spy, You judges to die, For transgressing the law, Shall say that by might, In steed of good right, You kept men in awe. Now hold up your hands, And receive your bands, Now throw on your stones, And there is for me, One as much as three, Shall break all their bones. Soft I pray thee yet a while, I pray thee hold thy hands, And suffer us to call on God, upon us now it stands. And Lord receive us yet at last, that erst did never know, Thy goodness nor thy mighty hand, our wealth did blind us so, I have been given in all my time, my flesh to follow still, Now Lord forgive my senses all, I leave me to thy will. My sins are more than I can tell, my sorrows passing great, The shivering passions of my bones, doth cause my flesh to sweat. Now Lord into thy hands I leave, my sobbing sorrowful spirit, Receive it Lord and from the Fiend defend me with thy might. And to me Lord do not account, the number of my sins, Reject the same and hear me now, for now my plaint begins. And though the falsehood of the flesh, in wealth would let me know, Yet in this my extremity, do thou thy mercy show. The whole do need no medicine, it is bought for thee sick, So mercy Lord do help the froward, and those against the kick. Not justice Lord, but mercy we do crave to ease our bands. And by thy mercy both we yield our souls into thy hands. Are ye ready yet? Yea when you will. Now the world is rid of a couple of Knaves we see, And yet one to much alive by thee. Nay, nay, my friend and brother, A Knave is one, and you 〈◊〉 another. I could but marvel of the words they did speak. Before they did die, and whence they did break.
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¶Sensualitas and Uoluptas to, I speake vnto you twayne, How falsly you accused her, all men doe now see playne. And God him selfe to saue her blood, hath wonderfully wrought, And you that sought to spill the same, are also come to nought. Well God forgiue your wicked déede, and giue your selues to pray, For of your course of mortall lyfe, this same is the last day. For hence you shall vnto the place, where such doe vse to dye, As doe transgresse the Princes lawes, euen forthwith by and by. And there with stones you shall be stnde▪ while lyfe and doth last Hoe there away with them I say, let it be done in haste. ¶Come of with the mischiefe, Is it now more gréefe, For you two to dye: Then other you thought, Whome you accused for nought, Mary fye for shame fye. Be of good cheare, You shall be past feare, Within this halfe hower: Much good do your hartes, That thus doe take partes, In euery stower. They that shall spye, You Iudges to dye, For transgressing the law, Shall say that by might, In stéede of good right, You kept men in awe. Now holde vp your handes, And receiue your bandes, Now throw on your stones, And there is for me, One as much as thrée, Shall breake all their bones. ¶Soft I pray thée yet a whyle, I pray thée holde thy handes, And suffer vs to call on God, vpon vs now it standes. And Lord receiue vs yet at last, that earst did neuer know, Thy goodnesse nor thy mightie hand, our welth did blynde vs so, I haue bene giuen in all my time, my flesh to follow still, Now Lorde forgiue my sences all, I leaue me to thy will. My sinnes are more then I can tell, my sorrowes passing great, The shiuering passions of my bones, doth cause my flesh to sweate. Now Lorde into thy handes I leaue, my sobbing sorrowfull spirite, Receaue it Lord and from the Fiend defend me with thy mighte. ¶And to me Lord doe not account, the number of my sinnes, Reiect the same and heare me now, for now my plaint begins. And though the falshood of the flesh, in welth would let me know, Yet in this my extremitie, doe thou thy mercie show. The whole doe néede no medicine, it is bought for thée sicke, So mercie Lorde doe helpe the froward, and those against the kick. Not iustice Lord, but mercie we doe craue to ease our bandes. And by thy mercie both we yéelde our soules into thy handes. ¶Are ye readie yet? ¶Yea when you will. ¶Now the world is rid of a couple of Knaues we sée, ¶And yet one to much alyue by thée. ¶Nay, nay, my friend and brother, A Knaue is one, and you another. I could but maruayle of the wordes they did speake. Before they did dye, and whence they did breake.