Being weary thus, he sought for rest,

To ease his burthened soule,

Upon a stone; the which a wretch

Did churlishly controule;

And sayd, 'Awaye, thou king of Jewes,
Thou shalt not rest thee here;

Pass on; thy execution place

Thou seest nowe draweth neare.'

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And thereupon he thrust him thence;
At which our Saviour sayd,

'I sure will rest, but thou shalt walke, And have no journey stayed.'

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With that this cursed shoemaker,

For offering Christ this wrong,

Left wife and children, house and all,

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And went from thence along.

Where after he had seene the bloude

Of Jesus Christ thus shed,

And to the crosse his bodye nail'd,

Awaye with speed he fled

Without returning backe againe

Unto his dwelling place,

And wandred up and downe the worlde,

A runnagate most base.

No resting could he finde at all,

No ease, nor hearts content;

No house, nor home, nor biding place:

But wandring forth he went

From towne to towne in foreigne landes,
With grieved conscience still,

Repenting for the heinous guilt
Of his fore-passed ill.

Thus after some fewe ages past

In wandring up and downe; He much again desired to see

Jerusalems renowne,

But finding it all quite destroyd,

He wandred thence with woe,

Our Saviours wordes, which he had spoke,
To verifie and showe.

'I'll rest,' sayd hee, 'but thou shalt walke,'

So doth this wandring Jew

From place to place, but cannot rest

For seeing countries newe;

Declaring still the power of him,

Whereas he comes or goes,
And of all things done in the east,

Since Christ his death, he showes.

The world he hath still compast round
And seene those nations strange,

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But as he did those times,

When Christ did suffer on the crosse
For mortall sinners crimes.

He hath past through many a foreigne place,

Arabia, Egypt, Africa,

Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace,

And throughout all Hungaria;

Where Paul and Peter preached Christ,

Those blest apostles deare;

There he hath told our Saviours wordes,

In countries far, and neare.

And lately in Bohemia,

With many a German towne;
And now in Flanders, as tis thought,

He wandreth up and downe:

Where learned men with him conferre

Of those his lingering dayes,

And wonder much to heare him tell
His journeyes, and his wayes.

If people give this Jew an almes,
The most that he will take

Is not above a groat a time:
Which he, for Jesus' sake,
Will kindlye give unto the poore,
And thereof make no spare,
Affirming still that Jesus Christ

Of him hath dailye care.

He ne'er was seene to laugh nor smile,
But weepe and make great moane;
Lamenting still his miseries,

And dayes forepast and gone:
If he heare any one blaspheme,
Or take God's name in vaine,
He telles them that they crucifie
Their Saviour Christe againe.

'If you had seene his death,' saith he,
'As these mine eyes have done,
Ten thousand thousand times would yee
His torments think upon:

And suffer for his sake all paine

Of torments, and all woes.'

These are his wordes and eke his life

Whereas he comes or goes.

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IV.

THE LYE,

BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH,

--is found in a very scarce miscellany intitled 'Davison's Poems, or a poeticall Rapsodie divided into sixe books . . . . . The 4th impression newly corrected and augmented, and put into a forme more pleasing to the reader. Lond. 1621, 12mo.' This poem is reported to have been written by its celebrated author the night before his execution, Oct. 29, 1618. But this must be a mistake, for there were at least two editions of Davison's poems before that time, one in 1608,1 the other in 1611.2 So that unless this poem was an after-insertion in the 4th edit. it must have been written long before the death of Sir Walter: perhaps it was composed soon after his condemnation in 1603. See Oldys's Life of Sir W. Raleigh, p. 173, fol.3

GOE, Soule! the bodies guest,
Upon a thankelesse arrant;
Feare not to touche the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Goe, since I needs must dye,
And give the world the lye.

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1 Catalog. of T. Rawlinson, 1727.-2 Cat. of Sion Coll. library. This is either lost or mislaid.-3 This beautiful poem has been ascribed to others, such as Richard Edwards, Lord Essex, T. Davison, and Joshua Sylvester, but was ascribed to Raleigh during his lifetime. A copy of it is traced as far back as 1593. He did write a poem, some say two, on the night ere his execution, but not the above.-ED.

Goe, tell the court, it glowes
And shines like rotten wood;
Goe, tell the church it showes
What's good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lye.

Tell potentates they live
Acting by others actions;

Not lov'd unlesse they give,

Not strong but by their factions;
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lye.

Tell men of high condition,

That rule affairs of state,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practise onely hate;
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lye.

Tell them that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending,

Who in their greatest cost

Seek nothing but commending;

And if they make reply,
Spare not to give the lye.

Tell zeale, it lacks devotion;

Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time, it is but motion;
Tell flesh, it is but dust;
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lye.