The monument of matrones conteining seuen seuerall lamps of virginitie, or distinct treatises; whereof the first fiue concerne praier and meditation: the other two last, precepts and examples, as the woorthie works partlie of men, partlie of women; compiled for the necessarie vse of both sexes out of the sacred Scriptures, and other approoued authors, by Thomas Bentley of Graies Inne student.
Bentley, Thomas, student of Gray's Inn., Abergavenny, Frances Nevill, Lady, d. 1576., Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre, 1492-1549. Miroir de l'âme pécheresse. English & French., Catharine Parr, Queen, consort of Henry VIII, King of England, 1512-1548. Lamentacion of a sinner., Tyrwhit, Elizabeth, Morning and evening prayers., Catharine Parr, Queen, consort of Henry VIII, King of England, 1512-1548. Prayers or meditacions.
The Hymne of the passion of Christ.
IEsus which is the liuelie well of wisdome,
And the heauenlie truth of the father eternall,
Which from heauen to this world did come,
To deliuer vs thrales from paines infernall,
Of Iudas was sold, and of the Iewes taken,
And of his Disciples at midnight was forsaken.
We laud thee father for thy grace,
We praise the sonne which made vs free,
We thanke the holie spirit for our solace,
Which is one God and persons three.
In the dawning of the daie they did him fast bind,
And before Pilate he was then conuented,
False witnesse against Iesus they did then find,
When the cruell Seniours in iudgement him presented,
Beaten was his bodie, defiled was his face,
And yet God and man, the verie well of grace.
We laud thee father, &c.
When thrée houres were past, before Pilates throne,
All the people cried, Kill Iesus the Iewes king,
His crowne was thornes, in purple he made mone,
With a crosse ouer Cedron they did him bring,
And prepared his deadlie place on Galgatha hill,
To suffer pains for Adams gilt, so was his fathers will.
We laud thee father, &c.
The sirt houre approched his painefull end,
When on the trée his bodie they nailed,
In heauen was his helpe, in earth he had no freud,
He died betwéene two théeues, on him the Elders railed,
Page  113 Then he thirsted for his elect, which subiect were to thrall,
Unthankefullie they offred him vinegre mingled with gall.
We laud thee father, &c.
This verie God, Gods onlie begotten child,
Said to his father, Why hast thou me forsaken?
Yet receiue this sacrifice, and my spirit vndefild:
The heauens were darkned, asunder the stones were shaken.
Bloud and water then sprang from this blessed lamb,
Then graues opened, the dead aliue foorth came.
We laud thee father for thy grace, &c.