CXXXVI. THOMAS NEWTON. THE Epitaph from which the extract given in these pages is derived was printed as a broadside, and is not dated; but it is mentioned by Herbert as licensed to R. Johnes in 1568. CXXXVII. NICHOLAS BOWEMAN WROTE an "Epitaph on Lady Mary Ramsey, etc.” which was printed in 1602. One of the extracts is from that work: the other is part of an Epitaph upon Bishop Jewel, which was printed as a broadside in 1571. I. QUEEN ELIZABETH. PSALM XIV. FOOLES, that true fayth yet neuer had, From heauen th' Lorde on man did loke, Of God's dere folcke whych sucke the blood? Prayse to God. [ELIZ. POETS] 1 II. ARCHBISHOP PARKER. PSALME XCII. The Argument. Of Sabbath day the solemn feast God's mighty workes that we declare:- Bonum est confiteri. 1 A JOYFULL thyng to man it is, To thy good name, O God so hye, 2 To preach, and shew thy gentlenes 3 Upon the psalme, the decachord, On sounding, good, sweete instruments, With shaumes, with harpe, with flute. 4 For thou hast ioyed my fearefull hart, O Lord, thy workes to see; And 1 with prayse will iust rejoyce These handy-workes of thee. 5 How glorious, O blessed Lord, Be these the factes of thine! Thy thoughts be depe, thy counsayles hye, Inscrutable, deuyne. 12 The true, elect, and ryghteous man, Hymselfe shall sprede wyth balme. 13 Depe planted, they, in rootes alway 14 In age most sure, they shall encrease Well likying they, and fat shall be, 15 That is to say, they out shall preach Who is my strength and mighty rocke; THE COLLECTE. Almighty God, which art the contynuall ioye and perpetuall felicitye of all thy sayntes, whom thou doost inwardly water with the dew of thy heauenly grace, whereby thou makest them to floryshe like the palme tree in the celestiall courts of thy Church: we besech thee that thou would so discusse from vs the burdenous weight of sinne, that we may enioye their felowship. Through Christ etc. PSALM CX. The Argument. Though David's raigne be somewhat ment, Wyth death the sting. Dixit Dominus Domino. 1 THE Lord most hye, the Father, thus As subiectes thrall. 2 The Lord shall send from Zion place În princely wyse. 3 The people, glad, in hartes delight, For why? the dew of thy swete birth, 4 The Lord did sweare, and fast decreed; |