LOng leuitie abusde, at lēgth dooth lend deserued hire:
whē mercy ouer moou'd with vice gins kīdle Iustice ire.
¶ As now may wel discerned be Unto the smart of such
As heaped by vnfruteful hope and pitie proou'd to much.
¶ But so it is when follyes flud makes wisdom lowe at eb:
And where for harty looue such doo winde vp foule Treasons web.
¶ As
Felton fond hath surely felt for fault of treason hye:
So all wil vouch whose hartꝭ (with
God and
Prince) are not awrie
¶ And as y
e
Nortons twain did taste of late for like offence:
Whom
Iustcie paid by portion iust a righteous recompence.
¶ Yet
Felton past, when wilful déed of his was wel descryed:
For why? he neuer blushe for shame, nor much the same denyed,
¶ The
Bul bewitch this caluish braine And
Pius his déer god:
Made him to bolde for his behoof, to taste of such a rod.
¶ He durst presume good
Catholick, t'erect vp forraine power:
And
Subiects faithful hartꝭ now wel by flattery to deuoure.
¶ As though at once all Englād would haue shrūk at
Pius curse:
And that the Childe at strangers beck would leaue his painful nurse.
¶ Theblessing of the
Pope he thought would sure haue take such place:
That English men with Cap and knée would straight the same imbrace.
¶ What ment be els to fix the
Bul on
Bishops Pallaice gate:
But that he thought by somes return to mend his owne estate.
¶ But English men
God haue y
e praise wish rather his curse stil:
Then with his blessing to receiue bothe soule and bodyes il.
¶
Gods curse dooth light where he dooth blesse as
Malachi dooth rel:
As
Felton and and the rest haue tried which seru'd the
Pope ful wel.
¶ But
Papists say they are moste blest for dying in his cause:
Because he wil their soules redéem from hel and
Sathans clawes.
¶ And
Felton chée fly they commend For his coragious minde:
Which vnto
Pope and holy
Church didshew him self so kinde,
¶ Wherfore a blessed
Martyr they doo rightly him confesse:
Which mooues me moste for vertues sake to prooue him nothing lesse.
¶ For eu'ry kinde of death dooth not deserue a
Martyrs name:
But many sundry deaths doo bring the dyers endles shame
¶ All
Theeues and
Murderers that dye all
Fellons cast by law:
All
Traitors and all
Hereticks which
GOD nor man doo
[...].
¶ Are not by death of theirs in count of
Martyrs which doo dye:
Though
Papists brag that he is one but giue them leaue to lye.
¶ The death dooth not the
Martyr make but sure the righteous cause: When
Tirants force, the righteous hart to violate
Gods lawes.
¶ When
Infidelles depraue the truthe and
Christians it maintain:
In giuing of their bloods for it, they win the
Martyrs gain.
¶
Ignatius wan the noble crown of martirdom y tho
Cassianus and
Laurence they did win the same also.
¶
Saint Stephen and
Saint Peter they wan
Martyrs gain by right:
So did
Maturus and the rest that suffred for the light.
¶ whose liues by truthe were soūdly led whose ends did shew no lesse:
whose māers were vpright, whose faith did perfit looue expresse.
¶ But
Feltons life did shew in fine he did no
Martyrs fact:
For
exitus acta probat the
exit tries the act.
¶ A roisting shifting
Prodigall so he his time did spend:
Which sought of eu'ry one to haue that able was to lend.
¶ The
Psalmist in his
Psalmes dooth paīt out
Felton very plain:
The wicked man borowes (saith he) and payeth not again.
¶ Of modestie in maners he was séen to be ful scant:
And of Religious minde no dout he had a dayly want,
¶ As for deuoutnes in his dayes yea, after his owne sorte:
He neuer moild his sprites with prayer, his hart was set on sport.
¶ A
Papists hart he had not sure for
Papists are deuout:
Although their zele doo knowledge lack in that they go about.
¶ For he ne zele ne knowledge had, but droue to spend the time:
He past not with what kinde of men nor of what kinde of cryme.
¶ So he by flattering might obtain to liue by others sweat:
Ne
Lands he had ne hands did séek to get the bread he eat.
¶ But héer & there with
Thrasoes brood the simple to deride:
But chéef a scoffer of
Gods woord as often he was tride.
¶ A Plesemē right which seru'd y
e time though fed with Romish hope:
And now beholde the
Saint he seru'd hath blest him with a Rope.
¶ A foole bewitcht he was of some who w̄atcht the falling Skies.
And lookt for Larkes but purpose mist his flesh must féed the Flyes.
¶ An irreligious
Traitor was this
Felton, trust me true:
A fit resembler in our time of
Eleazar the
Iew.
¶ Companion with
Ichocanan nay
Schimions equal mate:
Which sought
Iherusalem to spoils by their discentious bate.
¶ And as for any signe that was in him of godly feare:
His moste licencious life did shew his hart came neuer there.
¶ That his very end whereas he saw it would not bée:
But that he must as
Traitor rank go scale the Gallow trée.
¶ Then fear of death gan prick his flesh whiche wicked men dooth touch:
Whē their sleause, their cōscsēce pricks and burthens them comuch.
¶ As
Caïn and
Iudas ouer fraid with
Gods eternal ire:
Yet some wil say that
Felton did
Gods mercy then desire.
¶ In déed in Popish sort he shewd him self then to telent:
But who can say he shewd such faith as made him right repent?
¶ Of wandring faith he shewd sōe taffe as
Papists vse to holde:
That
Christe their sauior is in parte, but faith was not (be bolde)
¶ In him that made him then to say
Christe is my sauiour:
Ne that he trusted only sure saluation by his power.
¶ Ne cald he back his sclandero' woords, he spake against
Gods truthe:
Ne did gainsay his traiterous blast before bothe age and youth.
¶ Which he had spoke agaist our
Queen before in Iudgement hall:
But only for this fact heer doon, her mercy I doo call.
¶ (said he) for this offence of mine héer doon that she forgiue:
But from the rest against her power and Throne he did not méene.
¶ He had before denide her grace our lawful
Queen to bée:
And of her
Supreme power (he said) she ought not haue it shée.
¶ Oh traiterous hart, oh
Martyr vile, such
Martyrs now a dayes:
Would fain be made to Morter thin to stop the hollow wayes.
¶ He neuer once relented this not once before his death:
But as malicious
Traitor, he on
Gallows gaue his breth.
¶ Wheras he said in midst
Guilde Hall, before the Iudgement seat:
That they might wel his body take, but more they could not get.
¶ For why? his soule he had commit vnto his hollow hope:
To
Iesus Christe? to him think yée? nay to his dad the
Pope.
¶ Oh
Traitor bolde to
Christe God oh prowd blasphemou
[...]
[...]ung:
That euer popish ignorance should rest in olde or yung.
¶ whē
Christe hath shed his déerest blood when
Christes hart was rent:
When
Christe hath paid the price for vs his Father to content.
¶ Shall we once dare alas to say, when other name is none:
But
Iesus Christe to saue our soules by his déer death alone?
¶ That
Pius Pope our soules can saue which can not saue him self:
But yéeld his power to mortal death oh blinded Romish elf.
¶ Was
Paule for vs once crucified? was
Mary, Mark or
Iohn?
No, no, it was our
Iesus Christe to whom be praise alone.
¶ But
Papists make of him least count, which took the greatest pain:
And all their trust is stil in them that giue the smallest gain.
¶ If
Felton had those woordꝭ denied, though euen at the last end:
I would haue said and many mo, he had been
Christes fréend.
¶ His death was nothing
Martir like, he died a
Papist blinde:
An Enemy to
Christe and
Queen, a Monster out of kinds.
¶ A new stert by
Herostratus, to get himself a name:
Though that his déed and end shalbe ay to his endles shame.
¶ For as the fame of Godly men shall ouerliue the graue:
So Fame dooth yéeld to wicked men the right that they should haue.
¶ So long as
Guilde Hall dooth remain, there shall remain like wise:
A memory of
Feltons facts, before all peoples eyes.
¶
Iohn Felton Traitor which denied the
Queen our supreme head:
Iohn Felton Traitor which aduanc't the
Pope his
Bul of lead.
¶
Iohn Felton Traitor which did séek a forren power to place:
Against our
Queen Elizabeth, high Treason to her grace.
¶
Iohn Felton Traitor which so raild against the
Iudges graue:
Iohn Felton Traitor, which denied his Iudgement for to haue.
¶ Yea if that men doo want to read the Livelles that are writ:
The pauing stones wil witnes bear his Treason to requit.
¶ His Blasphemyes. his raging spite, his brainles wilful talke,
Dame
Fame with
Eccho shall refound in eu'ry caue to walke.
¶
Iohn Felton Papist héer was raignd, that Traiterous rebelméer:
That faithles man, that Hypocrite receiued Iudgement héer.
¶ So long as
Newgate stands in sight, his memory shall last:
And witnes bear what blasphemies out of his mouth he cast.
¶ When learned men &
Preachers graue be stowd their learned pain:
To win his Soule to
Iesus Christe how he did them disdaine.
¶ How obstinatly he did rest in his vnskilful minde:
That none could him perswade to sée he was so wilful blinde.
¶ That shall the Stones of
Newgate tel, if
Papists would denye:
And how he did aduaunce the
Pope whiche made him sence so hye.
¶ Refusing councel of
Gods Book none could perswade his hart:
In any point to trust the truthe wherby he should conuert.
¶ The stayers there in morne can tel how
Preachers did exhort:
That he would change his foolish minde
[...]
Christe the strongest Fort.
¶ But stil he said, I am right wel perswaded sure I:
And as I am perswaded, so I mene in that to dye.
¶ In
Christe if his perswasion were no dout there was no shame:
But that vnto the
Church of
GOD he might haue colde the same.
¶ For
(Corde creditur) saith
Paule with hart to think makes iust:
But
(Ore fit) Confession is saluacion sure to trust.
¶ But his Confession there did tel, what faith was in his minde:
Anto his sauiour
Iesus Christe truly but small to finde
But to the
Pope that horned beast his hart was fixt ful sure:
And it to leaue while life did last none could him once procure.
¶ The Draile wheron he lay fast bound in midst olde baily stréet:
Shall tel that
Preachers woords for ay which then there did him méet.
¶ Oh
Felton (said he) now relent now dooth approche the time:
When it wilde to late for qrée for too repent thy cryme.
¶ Now yéeld to
Christe, trust in his blood
[...]e
[...]y the
Pope and all:
Defy his
Bulles and
Pardons vile, which haue begun thy thrall.
¶
GOD yet dooth offer thée his grace,
Christe Iesus spredes his armes:
Yet to receiue thy soule to grace and to preuent thy harmes.
¶ But he as graceles héeld on stil in latin Prayers tho:
And gaue no eare vnto the man that did exhort him so.
¶ At last the
Preacher said again, oh
Felton yet forsake
Thine errors blinde, by
Iesus Christe a perfit end to make.
¶ As thogh (said he) moste stoutly then, ye would the People blase:
And make them think I died not wel this said he without maze.
¶ So may they think (quod he again) except thou doo repent:
Because against bothe
Christe &
Queen, thy Treason thou hast bent.
¶ Oh iudge me not (quod
Felton then) I'le iudge (quod th'other) thée:
For
Christe hath taught me by the fruteꝭ alwayes to iudge the Trée.
¶ While thou art héer I iudge thy déed but
GOD shall iudge thée ay:
And if thou doo not now repent, Hel fire shalbe thy pay.
¶ All this benignitie of
GOD, this
Felton did dispise:
And gaue no ear til as he saw the Gallows with his eyes.
¶ Which Gallow tréein
Paules Churche yard shall tel the endles shame:
Of
Felton there for Treason hangd to peril of his name.
¶ And eke the Groūd shall witnes bear how Conscience his was vrged:
By
Preachers, which by truthe did hope his hart then to haue purged.
¶ But
GOD (I think) had thē shut vp the bowelles of his grace:
To him, whose stubburn hart before refusde truthe to imbrace.
¶ For
Miserere on his knées all trembling he did say:
But softly to him self that few could hear what he did pray.
¶ Belike he thought as
Papists doo, the Latin to excel:
And so he thought his prayer said therin to be ful wel.
¶ For he did neuer once desire
Gods people to assist
Him in his prayers he then made, but did euen as he list.
¶ Much les then to repent his fall and turn to
GOD by grace:
On Ladder he gan spake alowd, maintaining of his cace.
¶ And purg'd his hart of Treason quite that euer it was cléer:
Which when the woorthy
Sherif heard, he said that all might hear.
¶
Felton, a more malicious feat of Treason neuer was:
Then thou a
Traitor rāk hast wrought and falsly brought to passe.
¶ Then was he hanged vp a while, in what a cace
GOD knowes:
Such as haue iudgement in the act, I leaue the end to those.
¶ Cut down he was and liu'd again, but after spake not much:
For why? the
Executioner seru'd him but a
Traitors tuch.
¶ So no good signe in life or death of any Christian minde:
But as he liu'd (I say) he died a paruerst
Papist blinde.
¶ But this may make the
Papists ioy, that they had one so stout:
For their Relgion and their looue, to passe such torments out:
¶ But let them stay, Religion was no cause why he so died:
But sure because the English lawes a
Traitor rank him fried.
¶ He would haue made Religion his plea when he was brought
To his examination, but that preuaild him nought.
¶ For his Religion hey had not to dele with him at all:
But for high Treason he was iudged, in midst of the
GuiIde Hall.
¶ And when he saw Religious scuse could not his torment stay:
But that he must by force of Law to Traitors death obey.
¶ Such Sprite him led as in him was moste wilfully to stand
Against
Gods truthe whiche now is preacht throughout this
Britain Lād.
¶ So, so mtime
GOD for sinners sakes dooth giue the Deuil power:
To holde mens mindes in error fast, that he should them deuoure.
¶ And
Sathan is so false him self that he can soon infect
All such with vile
Hypocrisie whom
GOD wil so reiect.
¶ But sure I think if Treason has not brought him to his death:
Religion neuer was so déer to him as t'end his breth.
¶ For neuer yet was heard or séen for such Religions sake:
That any only haue béen brought to dye at Block or Stake.
¶ Ful many of that godles sect haue béen attainted sure:
And haue for Treason suffred smarts as Law dooth right procure.
¶ And haue in iudgement and in death as destitute of grace:
Continewd as this
Felton did which makes me rue his cace.
¶ For sure his bodyes death I nought at all did then lament:
But death of body and of souls dooth make my hart relent.
¶ Beware ye papists all take héed I read you yet beware:
And cast all
Popery from your harts take héed of hellish rore.
¶ And if you wil not, yet be true to
GOD and our good
Queen:
I pray to
GOD that all your endes as
Feltons may be séen.
¶ And
GOD saue
Queen Elizabeth from
Papists wil and power:
That sharpned swoord by
Gospelles force may all her Foes deuoure.
Amen.