A tragedy of Abraham's sacrifice, written in frenchA tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french

Satan in the habit of a Monk. I go, I come, I travel night and day, I beat my brains, that by no kind of way My labour be in any wise misspent. Reign God aloft above the firmament, The earth at least to me doth wholly draw, And that mislikes not God nor yet his law. As God by his in heaven is honoured: So I on earth by mine am worshipped. God dwells in heaven, and I on earth likewise: ⟨p. 8⟩God maketh peace, and I do wars devise. God reigns above, and I do reign below: God causeth love, and I do hatred sow. God made the starry skies and earthy clods: I made much more: for I did make the gods. God served is by Angels full of light: And do not my fair Angels glister bright? I trow there is not one of all my swine, Whose groin I make not goldlike for to shine These lechers, drunkards, gluttons overfed, Whose noses shine fair tipped with brazil red, Which wear fine precious stones upon their Are my upholders & my Cherubins. (skins, God never made a thing so perfect yet, That could the makers full perfection hit. But I have made, (whereof I glory may) A thousand worser then my self far way. For I believe and know it in my thought, there's but one God, & that my self am nought. But yet I know there are whose foolish mind I have so turned quite against the kind, That some (which now is common long ago) Had lever serve a thousand gods than one▪ And others have conceived in their brain, That for to think there is a God is vain. Thus since the time the man on mould was made, With happy luck I followed have this trade ⟨p. 9⟩And follow will (come loss or come there gain) So long as I this habit may maintain, I say this habit wherewithal as now The world is unacquainted: but I vow The day shall come it shall be known so rife, Of every wight, both child, yea man, and wife, That neither town nor village shall scape free From seeing it to their great misery. O cowl, o cowl, such mischief thou shalt work, And such abuse shall underneath thee lurk At high noon days: O Cowl, o Cowl I say, Such mischief to the world thou shalt convey, That if it were not for the spitefulness, Wherewith my hart is fraughted in excess: Even I my self the wretched world shall rue, To see the things that shall through thee insew. For I, than who, of all none worse can be, Am made yet worse by putting on of thee.

Satan in the habit of a Monke. I goe, I come, I trauell night and day, I beate my braynes, that by no kind of way My labour be in any wise misspent. Reigne God aloft aboue the firmament, The earth at least to me doth wholly draw, And that mislikes not God nor yet his lawe. As God by his in heauen is honored: So I on earth by myne am worshipped. God dwells in heauen, and I on earth likewize: