Certain prayers and godly meditations very needful for every ChristenCerteine prayers and godly meditacyons very nedefull for euery Christen

This sorrow and trembling found saint Bernard out of Christs passion / saying in the thirde sermone of the birth of our lord. Brethren / the tears of christ do engender in me both shame and sorrowweth fear. I was playing with out in chastity / and in the kings secrete chamber there passed against me a sentence of d•th. The kings •eare and only son hard of this and went forth (laying a side his costly coaches and precious diadems) and clothed him self in sack cloth sprink king ashes on his head / going barefoot / weeping and sobbing that his servant was condemned unto death. I behold him as he hasted out & wondered what now thing that might be: I enquired the cause & he showed it me. What shall I now do? shall I play still & nothing regard ⟨image 94⟩his tears? Truly except I be mad or out of my wit I ought to follow him / a morn with him sith he mourneth for me / Behold the cause of shame / from whence springeth the sorrow and fear verily when I consider the medicine and remedy / then of that may I esteem the quantity & depth of my sin. I was clean ignorant and thought myself hole & behold the tender child of a virgin & son of God almighty was delivered into the hands of the ungodly & commanded to be stain / that he might cure with the precious balm of his blood my festered wounds & corrupt nature / we must needs knowledges gravity that those were grievous wounds / for the which our Lord Christ must suffer and be wounded: if they had not been to death / ye and that everlasting / the son of God should never have suffered to have healed them. &c. Even to did Christ monish the women of Jerusalem: weep not for me / but for your own selves and children

This sorow and tremblinge founde saynte Barnarde out of Christes passyon / sayinge in the thirde sermone of the birthe of oure lorde. Brethren / the teares of christ do engender in me both shame and sorowweth feare. I was playenge with out in chastyante / and in the kinges secrete chaumbre there passed ageynst me a sentence of d•th. The kinges •eare and onlye sonne harde of this and went forthe (layenge a syde his costlye •oches and precious diademes) and clothed hym self in sacke cloth sprink kynge asshes on his hed / goynge ba•efte / wepinge and sobbinge that his seruaunte was condemned vnto death. I behold hym as he hasted out & wondred what now thinge that might be: I enquired the cause & he shewed it me. What shal I now doe? shall I playe stille & nothinge regarde