The Reporter
I may now, without offence, enter into the plaine discourse of Plasmos following fortunes and inventions; for I have hetherto layde the cause of his miseries unto his youthful unthriftinesse, the which I confesse was an instrument: but there were unthriftie executioners of his harde fortunes, whose names and doings, for that it was supposed some of them were alive, according to my commission, I have lefte unreported, wishing them well to fare upon their recompence and repentance.
Nowe returning againe unto P. Plasmos estate, who being wrapped in a thousand miseries and mischiefes, barde of the benefit of his owne living to worke his quietnesse, forsaken of friends in his distresse, and daily tormented with his enimies unkind vexations, looking unto the condition of his former life, his exercises and studies; and finding his life full of lewdnesse, his exercise to be dallying, dauncing, and suche counterfet delightes, his studie wanton comedies, tragedies, and discourses, acknowledging these evilles the instruments of his mishap, sought if the refourming of these abuses, would be a meane of his better fortunes: so that using one day the reading of scripture for his studie, and lighting on the 102 Psalme, intituled, Domine exaudi orationem meam , imploying his muse unto a more better use then of yore, he made his humble submission unto the highest for the release of his miseries, as followeth.
In gayle of griefe inclosde, of worldly friendes forlorne,
Thy mercy, Lord, to ease my mone, unto my prayers turne.
Hide not thy heavenly face from him that lies in thrall;
High time and tide, good God, it is to heare my plaint and call.
My dayes consume with griefe, my myrth is mard with mone,
My hart doth wast like withred grasse, my grave and I am one:
My flesh with thoughts doth fret, in shew I am a ghoste,
I drencht in bale, my foes in blisse, I harmd, of hap they bost.
The world commends their welth, and spites my withered woe,
Yea, dooms my doings by my dole, theirs by delight in showe.
Thus wrongd and scornd I am, which crosse I do imbrace,
Attending when thy mercy (Lord) my miseries shall chace,
Which joyne with justice thine, to foyle my foes in sight,
So shall I praise, and others feare, thy majestie and might.
Nowe returning againe unto P. Plasmos estate, who being wrapped in a thousand miseries and mischiefes, barde of the benefit of his owne living to worke his quietnesse, forsaken of friends in his distresse, and daily tormented with his enimies unkind vexations, looking unto the condition of his former life, his exercises and studies; and finding his life full of lewdnesse, his exercise to be dallying, dauncing, and suche counterfet delightes, his studie wanton comedies, tragedies, and discourses, acknowledging these evilles the instruments of his mishap, sought if the refourming of these abuses, would be a meane of his better fortunes: so that using one day the reading of scripture for his studie, and lighting on the 102 Psalme, intituled, Domine exaudi orationem meam , imploying his muse unto a more better use then of yore, he made his humble submission unto the highest for the release of his miseries, as followeth.
In gayle of griefe inclosde, of worldly friendes forlorne,
Thy mercy, Lord, to ease my mone, unto my prayers turne.
Hide not thy heavenly face from him that lies in thrall;
High time and tide, good God, it is to heare my plaint and call.
My dayes consume with griefe, my myrth is mard with mone,
My hart doth wast like withred grasse, my grave and I am one:
My flesh with thoughts doth fret, in shew I am a ghoste,
I drencht in bale, my foes in blisse, I harmd, of hap they bost.
The world commends their welth, and spites my withered woe,
Yea, dooms my doings by my dole, theirs by delight in showe.
Thus wrongd and scornd I am, which crosse I do imbrace,
Attending when thy mercy (Lord) my miseries shall chace,
Which joyne with justice thine, to foyle my foes in sight,
So shall I praise, and others feare, thy majestie and might.
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