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Pleasure And Payne, Heaven and Hell: Remembre these four, and all shall be well.
Compyled by Roberte Crowley, Anno Domini, MDLI.
Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum.
O ye that be my fathers blessed ones come and posses the kingdom that was prepared for you before the beginning of the world.
Go ye cursed sort into the everlasting fire that was prepared for the Devil and his Angels
Math, xxv,
To the right worshypful Lady Dame Elizabeth Fane, wife to the right worshipful Syr Rafe Fane Knyghte: Roberte Crowley Wyshethe the Lyfe everlasting
AFter I had compiled this little treatise (right virtuous Lady) I thought it my duty to Dedicate the same unto youre Ladishyppes name, as to a right worthy Patrones of all such as labor in the Lord's harueste. Not for that I think I have herein done any thing worthy so liberal a Patrones, but for the worthiness of the matter, which is a parte of the holy gospel of Jesus Christ written by the holy Euangelyste Matthew, and is most necessary to be beaten into the heads of all men at this day, to drive them (if it be possible) from the greedy rakeying together of the Treasures of this vain world. I do not doubt, but if god have not givē mē up to their own herts lust they will now at the last endeuoure to live the gospel which they have of longe time talked. In deed it was necessary
that God should styr up some to plage such emonge his people as had offended even as he did often times styr up the Heathen to plage his people of Israel but yet it is not necessary that the same should continue in oppressyng the offendars and Innocent together. For so shall they also deserve the lordis Wrath & in the ende be plagued by some other that God shall styr up to revenge the injury done to the innocent sort Moued therefore with the desire to se the wealth of my country by the pacifiyng of gods Ire, which (no doubt) will fall upon this realm very shortly, if oppressiō and gredye covetise cease not: I have so plainly as I could, set forth in this little boke the terrible Judgment of god (which no doubt of it is at hand) that if there remain any fear of god in men's hertis it may cause them to stay at the least way and not to proceed any farther in y
e
Inuētyng of new ways to oppress the pore of this realm whoes oppression doeth already cry unto the lord for vengeance. The lord work in the hertis of the rich that this vengeance fall not on this realm in our days, for doubtless it will be gret when it cometh. And if the oppression cease not, the vengeance cannot tarry
longe. For the lord hath promised to revenge his people in haste. This lord preserve your good ladiship to his good pleasure in this life and give you blysse in the life to come So be it.
Your Ladyships at commandment Robert Crowley.
WHē Christ shall come
to judge us all
as he hath wrought
Hys fathers frendis
then will he call
To enjoy that
which they have sought
By beleueng
that they were bought
Wyth his blood shed
upon a tree
all men may see
Come, come, shall he say
to these men
Come and possess
That kingdom which
my father when
No world was made
laid up in store
For you, whom he
did know before
To be in manners
That am his son
and aye have be
Come shall he say
for aye when I
Stode need of meat
ye gave me food
when I was dry
Reioyceng when
you did me good
No fende therefore
shall chaynge your mode
For you shall
always be with me
And shall my fathers
And at all times
when I have been
Of needful lodgeynge
You have been glad
to take me in
Whether it were
yarly or late
You did me never
chyde nor rate
But gave me words
curteyse and kind
Procedynge from
a faithful mind.
So when I was
naked and bare
Hauynge no clothes
my flesh to hyde
then did you spare
'nd gave me clothes
for back and side
So that I might
the cold abide.
But if you lackt
sufficient
Then did you my
great lack lament.
Infyne, when I
was weak and sick
And had no comfort
about me
To come to me
you did not stycke
necessity
And when it chanced
me to be
In prison and
could not get out
To ransom me
you went about.
Then shall the just
And say, O lord,
when saw we the
In prison or
in other pain
Through extreme need
and poverty?
Art not thou lord
of lande and see?
What? lord we know
that sea and lande
Have evermore
been in thine hand
we know that thou
To all estates
doeth high and low
There is no mighty
lord nor king
But he is in
thine hand we know.
In vain lord we
might plant and sow
If thou gave us not
fruit and grayne
We could have naught
life to sustain
Then shall Christ say,
all this is true
I gave you life.
and did you feed
Wyth graynes and fruitis
doeth old and new
And gave you all thyngis
at your need
In all your ways
I was your speed
And gave you that
wherefore ye sought
wych without me
Yet all that I
have said before
Is true also,
for when you gave
Ought to such as
were sick or sore
Whome need constray
forto crave
Then I confess
myself to have
at your hand
Whereof they did
in great need stand.
Then shall the just
with joy enter
Into the joys
that shall not ende
Bycause their hearts
were aye tender
To give such thyngis
as god did send
Mankynde from peryle
Thus shall they live
in joy and blysse
In paradise
where no pain is.
But to the wicked
Christ shall say.
Auoyde from me
ye wicked sort
For in my need
Wyth spytefull words
of disconforte
Yet my preachars
did you exhort
Me in my members
knoweynge that all
are but one flesh.
Then shall these men
Lord when did we
see the in need?
Thou haste been lord
and Kynge alway
No wyght was whom
thou dydest not feed
All this we learned
in our Creed,
For thou art Jesus,
that God's son
That hath create
both son and mone.
Oh, shall Christ say
to them again,
Ye deaf dorepostis
could ye not hear?
bydeth no pain
When the members
make heavy there?
In you, naught but
flesh doeth appere.
For if my spirit
in you had ben
Me in mine you
must nedis have seen.
The pore, the pore,
and indigent
Came unto you
often times ye know
And you saw them
weep and lament
Yet would ye not
on them bestow
The lease fruit
that to you did grow
No no, you were
ready to take
That other gave them
for my sake.
Your hertis were hardee
then the flynt
could be found
Your greedye gutte
could never stynt
Tyll all the good
and fruitful ground
Were hedged in
whythin your nownde.
You wicked sort,
howe used ye,
The londis and goodis
ye had of me?
You made your boast
all was your own
To spare or spend,
at your own will
And when any
pore men were known
to call it ill
My landis and goodis
in waste to spyll
You shet them up
in prison strong?
Tormentynge them
ever emonge.
False libertynes
you did them call
Because they told
you your duitie
You said the loselles
would have all
That you had goten
paynfully
And kept longe time
moste carefully,
But ye bely them
I know well
And slander this
my true Gospel
Emonge all mine
there is not one
That would have ought
more then his own
As I shall tell you
plain anon
their hertis be known
They reaped naught
that you had sown.
But willed you
to let them have
That I gave you
mankind to save
Not one so blind
emonge you all
But he knoweth I
made all of naught
Appoyntynge all thyngis
To serve mankind,
whom I have wrought
Lyke to myself
Wyllynge that eche
should at his need,
Have bread and Broth.
harbor and wede.
But sith it was
expedient
That emonge all
there should be some
Alwaye sick, sore
and impotent,
I endued you
with such wisdom
As did honest
stuardis become
into your hand
The riches both
of sea and lande.
My purpose was
that you should have
Alwaye all needful
things in store
To succor such
as nedis must crave
Of you thyngis needful
evermore
I made you rich
to feed the pore
But you like seruauntis
prodigal
consumed all
But when I found
you negligent
In fedynge of
my family
Then my prophets
to you I sent
Commaundyng that
you should yearly
diligently
Into my barn
that there might be
Meat in mine house
for poverty.
But you gave to
their words no hede
You held all fast
and would naught bring
Into my barn
the pore to feed
But spent all at
your own lykynge
and banketynge
And in raiment
past your degree
As men that had
no mind of me
Yea some of you
were not content
To hold fast that
ye should have brought
Into my barn,
there to be spent
ye begde and bought
That my true seruantis
as they ought
Dyd at my true
prophetis byddynge
Into my barn
faithfully bring
And when you had
once goten in
Into my fold
emonge my sheep
Then you thought it
to be no sin
Styll in your kennells
forto sleep
Settyng such ones
my flock to keep
As were more like
Then to defend
his feeble dame
ye bought, ye sold
My flock and me,
in every place
Ye made my blood
vylar then gold
And yet ye thought
it no trepasse
O wicked sort
void of all grace
Auoyde from me
down into hell
Wyth lucifer
there shall ye dwell
Ye had the tithes
of men's increase
That should have fed
But you made your
selves well at ease
And toke no thought
for poverty
It did not grieve
you forto se
My flock and me
suffer great need
For lack of meat,
harbor and wede.
No Hell can be
a worthy pain
For your offense
it is so great
For you have robbed
me and slain
My flock for lack
of needful meat
The woule, the lamb
the malt and wheat
You did by force carry away
And no man durst
once say you nay,
Howe can you loke
to have mercy
At mine hand? whom
ye would not feed
Wyth that was mine
even of duty
To succoure me
and mine at need?
Syth you might in
the scripture rede
That such men shall
no mercy have
when need doethe crave
Unto the Hungry
And when thou shalt
the naked se.
Put clothes on him,
this might you read
In my Prophetis
that Preached me
And in John's Pistle
these words be.
Howe can that man
have Charity
That being riche
showeth no pity?
that stoppeth his ear
At the cry of
such as be pore
Shall cry, and no
man shall him hear
Nor at his need
show him succoure
doeth endeuoure
To be made rich
by oppressynge
Shall leave him self
(at the last) no thing.
For he shall give
the rich alway
More then he can
scrape from the pore
So that in time
he shall decay
And have no needful
thing in store
This might you read
and ten times more
In the bible,
that holy boke
If you had had
But such scriptures
you could not broke
As bade you give
ought to the pore
You wished then
out of the boke
But you were suer
to have in store
Plentie of scriptures
evermore
To prove that you
might aye be bold
Wyth your own
to do what you would
You thought you might
your goodis employ
To private gain
in every thing
You thought it no faute
to anoye
nygh you dwelling
Were it by purchaise
or byldynge
Neither to get
into your hand,
Your neighbors house
his goodis and lande
All was your own
that you might bye
Or for a long time
take by lease
And then would you
take rent yearly
Much more then was
It was no faute
your rentis to rease
From twenty markis
to forty powndis
Were it in tenementis
or growndis
What though the pore
did lie and die
For lack of of Harboure
in that place
Where you had goten
wyckedly
By lease or else
by plain purchase
All houseynge that
should in that case
Have ben a slafegard
and defense
Agaynst the stormy
violence?
Yea what if the pore
famyshed
For lack of food
upon that grownde
The rentes whereof
Or hedged it
within your mownde?
There might therwyth
no faute be found,
No though ye bought up
all the grayne
To sell it at your
price again
You thought that I
would not require
the blood of all such
at your hand,
But be you sure
eternal fire
Is ready for
eche hell fire brande,
Boeth for the housynge
and the lande
from the pore
Ye shall in Hell
dwell evermore,
Yea that same lande
that ye did take
From the plowemen
that labored sore
Causeynge them wicked
shyftis to make.
Shall now lie upon
you full sore
You shall be damned
for evermore
The blood of them
that did amiss
is cause of this
The fathers whose
children did grow
In Idleness
to a full age
Woulde fain be
excused by you
That were the cause
that they did rage
You toke from them
their heritage
Leaueyng them naught
whereon to work
Which lack did make
them learn to lurk
The sones also
that wicked were
And wrought after
their wicked will
Would now right fain
be proved clear
Bycause your mysse
hath made them Ille
But they must nedis
be gyltie still
Because they would
work wyckedly
Rather then live
in misery
And yet shall you
answer for all
of you require
Because you were
cause of their fall
That are become
vessels of Ire
Boeth they and you
shall have your hire
In Hell emonge
that wicked sort
That live in pains
without comfort.
Infyne, all such
as did amiss
Through your defaut,
what so they be
Shall live in pain
that endless is
Because they would not
credit me
That am the truth
and verite
I told them if
I would se all
their wrongis redreste
The wicked sort
that did rebel
Agaynst you when
you did them wrong
Shall have their parte
with you in Hell
Where you shall sing
a doleful song
Worlde without ende
you shall be stonge
Wythe the prick of
A just reward
for your offense.
And you that would
nedis take in hand
To guide my flock,
as shepheardis should
Onlye to possess
rent and land
And as much richesse
as you could
To lead your life
even as you would
Auoyde from me
down into hell
Wyth Simon Magus
If I should rehearse
all at large
That in your wicked
life is found
And lay it straight
to your charge
No wyght there were
in this world rownde
But would wonder
The hoole earth for
your sin only
That would be called
my clergy
Firste (with Magus)
ye made your way
Lyke greedy woulles
into my fold
Your wicked will
could find no stay
So longe as ought
was to be sold
Either for service
or for gold,
By you the patrons
fell from me
And are become
as Ill as ye
You did provoke
them first to sell
And then they learned
forto bye
Thynkynge that they
might bye as well
As the leadars
of the clargie.
And then they found
means by and by
To catch and keep
in their own hand
The tenth increase
by sea and lande
Theyr own children
they did present
Theyr seruauntis
and their wicked kynne
And put by such
as I had sent
To tell my people
of their sin
to take them in
Bycause you knew
that they did know
That youe came in
by the wyndowe
Such as would have
entryd by me
That am the door
of my sheep fold
You said were not
worthy to be
Admitted into
my household
You thought by them
you should be told
Simony
Your falsehead
and your periutie
Herecie
Sisme and
sedition also
But you did them
falsely bely
Thynckynge thereby
to work them woe
And doubtless often
it chanced so
For many of them
you have slain
Wyth most extreme
and bitter pain.
Thus by your means
my people have
Ben destitute
of sheperdis good
They have ben led
by such as drave
Them from the fylde
of gostly food
They beat them back
with heavy mode
And made them feed
in morysh grownde
Where never sheep
could be fed sound.
The king's and Rulars
of the earth
For lack of knowledge
And you stopped
my seruantis breathe
That would have taught
them the right way
You thought your lyueynge
If king's and Rulars
of the lande
Should their own duitie
understand,
For so longe as
you kept them blind
Makynge them think
they had no charge
You had all thyngis
at your own mind
And made your own
pour wondrouse large
You had an owre
in echmans barge
You bade the princis
take no care
For you would all
the dayngar bear
This haueynge
my flock in your hand
You taught them not
but kept then blind
So that not one
did understand
had left behind
The master could not
teach his hynde
How he should work
in his calling
Fearynge my wrath
in every thing
The father could not
teach his son
Howe in his days
to walk upright
But gave him leave
at large to run
In wicked ways
both day and night
Makyng him wicked
in my sight
O wicked guidis
this was your deed
you your mede
The matrons and
mothers also
Coulde not teach their
daughters my law
But wyckedly
they let them go
Whyther theyre wicked
lust did draw
Can you deny
but this you saw?
And why did you
not set them right
To seek things
pleasante in my sight?
All manner men
were out of frame
None knew his duitie
thoroughly
And you are found
in all the blame
That have entered
Whych thing you shall
dearly bye
For with Satan
you shall be sure
Worlde without ende
still to endure.
For at your handis
now I require
The blood of all
that perished
In placis were
you toke the hire
And let my flock
be famisshed.
For aye ye shall
be banished
The blysse that I
bought for them all
That followed me
Auoyde from me
down into Hell
All ye that have
wrought wyckedly
with lucifer
there shall ye dwell
And live in pains
eternally
Your wicked soul
shall never nye
for evermore
Because ye paste not
for my lore
Awaye, away
ye wicked sort
Awaye I say
out of my sight
Henseforth you sh a
have no comfort
But bitter mournynge
day and night
Extreme darkness
wythouten light
Wepynge, waylynge,
Gnashyng of teeth
Your Conscience shall
not be quiet
But shall still burn
like flameynge fire
No burning brymston
hath such heat
As you shall have
for youre just hire
The hot vengeance
of my great Ire
Shall be still boylynge
in your breaste
So that you shall
never take rest
Then shall the wicked
fall in haste
Down into the
Moste bitter pains
there shall they taste
And live ever
in great distress
None shall confort
their heaviness
In deadly pains
there shall they lie
And then they would
Such as were here
so loath to die
That they thought
no plisicke to dere
Shall there live
in such misery
That only death
might their hertis there
They shall always
desire to here
That they might die
for evermore
Theyr pains shall be
so passynge sore,
Then shall Christ
with his chosen sort
Triumphauntely
return again
To his father
geueyng comfort
were slain,
No wyght shall there
fele any pain
But all shall live
in such blysse there,
As never tongue
could yet declare.
That we may then
live in that place
Wyth Christ our king
that hath us bought
Let us cry unto God
for grace
To repent that
we have mysse wrought
And where we have
wyckedly sought
by wicked gain,
Let us restore
all things again.
Let the pore man
have and enjoy
The house he had
by Copyeholde,
For him, his wife,
and Jack his boy,
To keep them from
hunger and cold,
And though the lease
thereof be sold
Bye it again
though it be dere,
For now we go
Caste down the hedges
and strong mowndes,
That you have caused
to be made,
Aboute the waste
and tyllage growndes
Makeynge them weep
that erste were glad.
Leste you yourselves
be stryken sad
When you shall se
that Christ doeth dry
oppressedis eye.
Restore the fynes
and eke the rent,
That ye have tane
more then your due
Else certainly
you shall be shent,
When Christ shall
your Evidence vieu,
For then you shall
find these words true,
You are but stuardes
of the lande,
into your hands
And you that have
taken by lease
Great store of growndis
or of houseyng,
Your lyueyng thereby
to increase,
And to maynetayne you
loyeterynge:
for your lyueynge
And let the lords
deal with their growndis
In Territories,
Fieldes, and Towns.
You do but heap
on you gods Ire
Whych doubtless you
shall fele shortly
In that you do
so much desire
The lease of eche man's
house to bye.
wealth pardye,
But all men se
you do advance
Your self by pore men's
hynderaunce,
What though your liueingly theron?
Shoulde you not give
them up therefore?
It is Abomination,
And doubtless God
will plage it sore,
Repent, I say,
and sin no more,
For now the day
is even at hand
When you shall at
your trial stand.
Let not the wealthy
lyueynge here
(Which can but
a short time endure)
Be unto you
a thing so dere
That you will lose
endless pleasure
Rather then leave
the vain treasure
O rather let
your leases go
Then they should work you
endelesse woe.
Rehore the tithes
unto the pore
For blind and lame
should live theron
The widow that
hath no succoure
And the child that
is left alone,
For if these folk
do make their mone
To God, he will
sure hear their cry
And revenge their wrong
by and by.
Restore your tithes
I say once more
That true preachars
may live theron
And have all needful
things in store
To give to such as
can get none
Leste their great
lamentation
Do styr the Lord
vengeance to take
Even for his truth
and promise sake.
Geue over your
pluralities
Ye men of God
if you be so
Betake you to
one benifice,
And let your lordelyke
lyueuynges go,
For holy write
teacheth you so
Learn at the last
to be content
Wyth things that be
sufficient.
If you be mete
to do service
To any prince
or noble man
Than medle with
no benifice
For certainly
no one man can
Do the duitie
of moe men than
Of one: which duitie
you do owe
To them that give
you wage, you know
Rob not the people
that do pay
The tenth of their
increase yearly
To have a learned
guide alway
Present with them
to edify
Them by teaching
the verity
and eke his deed
And to succoure
such as have need
And you that have
tane usury
Of such as need
drave to borowe
Make restitution
shortly
leste it turn you
to great sorrow
be your borowe
Wich shall be at
Which doubtless is
not longe to come
And you that
by disceyte have wome
Were it in weight
or in measure
Be sorry that
ye have so donne
And seek to stop
god's displeasure
By bestowynge
To the confort,
help and succoure
Of such as be
nedie and pore
And you that erste
have been oppreste
And could not bear
it patiently
For you I think
it shall be best
To repent you
must hertily
And call to god
for his mercy
To give you grace
forto sustain
That cross when it
To make an ende
let us repent
All that ever
we have mysse wrought
And pray to god
omnipotent
To take from us
all wicked thought
That his glory
may be still sought
By us that be
his creatures
So longe as life
in us endures
And that henceforth
eche man may seek
In all thyngis
to profit all men
And be in heart
lowly and meek
As men that be
in deed Christian
As well in heart
as name and then
We shall have blysse
wythouten ende
Unto the which
the lord us send
Amen.
The boke to the Christian Readars
MY brother (the trumpet)
did warn you before
That all mē should walk
in their calling upright
Directyng their ways
by gooddis holy lore
knowing that thei be always
in the lordis sight
Whoe seeth in the dark
as well as in light.
He hath cried unto you
all this last yere
And yet non emendment
doeth in you appear.
In deed, very many
do him entertain
Lyke as there were none
more welcome then he
Yet I think they do
his warning dysdayne
Because he doeth tell them
what is their duty
For he is very plain
with every degree
The rich and the myghtie
he doeth nothing fear
No more doeth he with
the pore man's falte bear
It pleased my father
to send him before
That he might make ready
and prepare his way
By causeynge all men
to walk in his lore
That have in times passed
wandered astraye
Leste pain be their portion
at the last day
And now hath he sent me
that they may se
As it were in a glass
what their reward shall be
I am the reward
that all men shall have
For the just shall have pleasure
and the wicked panye
When every mā shall arise
our of his grave
And have the spryte knyt
to the body again
In heaven or in hell
they shall still remain
Or blysse or of pain
they shall have their fill
The good sort In heaven
and in hell the Ill
Behold me therefore
with a gostly eye
And let me not from
your presence depart
For no doubt you will
all wickedness defye
So longe as I shall
remain in your heart
I sha
•
l cause you from
wickedness to convert
So that in the ende
you shall be right sure
To live with my father
in joy and pleasure.
Finis.
Imprinted at london by Robert Crowley dwelling in Eli rentis in Holburne Anno Domini .M.D.L.I.