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The Voice of the Last Trumpet Blown · Robert Crowley

The Voice of the Last Trumpet Blown, Lesson 8

¶ The Phiſitians leſſon.

GEue eare maiſter Phiſition,

And ſet a ſide thyne vrinal:

And that with expedition

For I, the laſt trumpet do cal

Geue care I ſay, and marke me well.

And printe al my wordes in thy minde:

For eche thynge that I ſhall the tell

Thou ſhalt both true and certaine fynd.

God made the to ſuccour mans nede.

As Ieſus Sirach wrytteth playne

…lt. xxxviii.But by due proofe we know in ded

That many thouſandes thou haſt ſlaine.

But nowe am I ſent from the kyng

Of powre and domination

To call the from thy murtherynge

To walke in thy vocacion.

Fyrſt, where thou dydeſt her to fore vſe

To hauehave reſpect to the ryche man

I would not nowe thou ſhouldeſt refuſe

To helpe the pore man if thou can.

Helpe him I ſaye thoughe it be poore

And hath nothynge wherewyth to paye

For his maiſter hath yet in ſtore

Iacob. ii.A crowne for him at the laſt day.

And if thou do on him thy cure

For his ſake yt ga…e herbes their ſtrēgth

Thou ſhalt vndoubtedly be ſure

He wyl rewa…de the a… the length.

This maiſter of his doth regard

Mercye ſo much that he hath told

Al his that thei ſhal hauehave reward

Matt. ix.For geueynge water thin and coulde.

And thynkeſt thou that he wyl not

Reward them that geue medicine?

Thou haſt no ſuche miſtruſt I woe

In his promies that is diuyne.

I ſay therefore, if thou canſt cure

The pore mans ſo…e or maladie

Of thy reward thou ſhalt be ſure

If thou wylt ſhew on hym mercye,

But if thou ſuffer him to lacke

Thine healpe becauſe he lacketh goulde

No doubt whē thou ſhalt a compt make

Thy confidence ſhalbe ful colde.

Then ſhewe thy writting if thou can

Wheron thou beareſt the ſo bolde.

That thou wylt viſer no ſicke man

That canno… lyue thy purſſe with gould

Bringe forth thy writting then, I ſay

If thou hauehave any ſuch in ſtore

Whereby thou mayſt require ech daye

A noble of goulde, or elſe more.

And ſhew by what ryght yu maiſt take

Two penſe for the ſyght of water

Whē thou knoweſt not therby to make

The ſycke man one farthyng better.

Yea if a man ſhould try the wel

To proue what thy coūtyng can do

He ſhould fynde that thou canſt not tell

Whether the man be ſycke or no.

I graūt the water ſheweth ſomething

But not ſo much as thou doſt crake

Neyther is thy labour condyngue

That thou ſhouldeſt money for it take.

But if ſo be thou canſt eſpye.

By the water what is a myſſe

Teache hym how to ſeke remedie

And worthy ſome reward, that is.

But if thou do but geſſe, as doth

The blynd man that doth caſt hys ſtaffe

Though thou by chaūce hit one the ſoth

Thy labour is ſcraſe worthy crafe.

Thou doeſt burgeſſe money to wyne

And wt ſtraunge wordes make mē agaſt

And yet thou thynckeſt it no ſynne

To cauſe pore mē theyr goodes to waſt.

But no…e I ſaye to the, …epent

And do thy ſelfe henſforth employe

To vſe the gyft God hath the ſente

To the profyt of thy contrere.

Let not lucre make the profeſſe

Before thy knowledge be perfect

For he that miniſtreth by geſſe

Shal not ſo ſone heale as infect.

Apply the earneſtly therfore

To get phiſickes perfection,

That thou maieſt eaſe the ſicke and ſore

And remedy infection.

And ſhut not vp thine helpe from ſuch

As ſtande in moſt nede of the ſame:

And certes thou ſhalte gayne as muche

By them, as by men of greate fame,

Math. xxvi. Luk…. x.For God hym ſelfe hath promiſed

To make for them a recompence:

Wherefore doubte not to be paied,

Both for thy labour and expence.

But if thou wilt not take my read,

But folowe after lucre ſtyll:

I wyll put the out of all dreade,

Thy laſt rewarde ſhalbe full yll.

For when cruel death ſhal the ſtynge,

And thy lyfe from the ſeperate:

Then ſhalt thou ſe thou haſt nothing,

Thy ſilly ſoule to recreate.

Wherfore I muſt nedes greatly fear

That in that extreme Agony:

Thou wilt of Gods mercy diſpayre

And ſo periſhe eternally.

Take hede therfore, take hede bi time

Let not ſlyppe thys occaſion:

But ſpedely repent thy crime,

And walke in thy vocation.