The Christian disputations, by Master Peter Viret. Divided into three parts, dialogue wiseThe Christian disputations, by Master Peter Viret. Deuided into three partes, dialogue wise

They stood, and craving cried, that first transport they might before, And stretching held their hands desiring much the further shore. The churlish ferryman, now these now those by course receives, And some down thrusting throws, & from the sand restraining Aeneas then for of this great tumult he merua•lde sore,) weives. O virgin tell ([…] he) what means this busy great uproar? What seek they thus? why to this water bank roam they so fast? Wherefore be these reject? and yonder those their course hath past? And some with ores I see are sweeping yet this channel blew, Than shortly thus to him dame Sibyl spake that Prophet true. O great Anchises son, undoubted child of Gods in bliss, Now Limbo lake thou •eest, infernal pool this water is. Cocytus called it is, and Stygies more the name doth bear, By which the Gods themselves, so sore afraid been for to swear. This press that here thou seest, ben people dead not laid in grave, A piteous rabble poor, that no release nor comfort have. This boatman Charon is, & those whom now this water bears, Are bodies put in ground, with worship due of weeping tears. Nor from these fearful banks nor ••ers hoarse they passage get, Till under earth in graves their bodies bones at rest are set. A hundred years they walk, & round about these shores they hove And then at last full glad, to further pools they do remove. ⟨image 53⟩There are yet at this day some who do not much differ from that opinion.

They stood, and crauing cride, that first transport they might before, And stretching held their hands desiring much the further shore. The churlish ferruman, novv these novv those by course receiues, And some dovvn thrusting throvves, & from the sande restraining Aeneas then for of this great tumult he merua•lde sore,) vveiues. O virgin tell (〈…〉 he) vvhat meanes this busie great vprore? What seeke they thus? vvhy to this vvater banke rome they so fast? Wherefore be these reiect? and yonder those their course hath past? And some vvith ores I see are s•veeping yet this channeell blevve, Than shortly thus to him dame Sibly spake that Prophet trevve. O great Anchises sonne, vndoubted childe of Gods in blisse, Now Lymbo lake thou eest, infernall poole this water is. Cocitus cald it is, and Stygies more the name doth beare, By vvhich the Gods themselues, so sore afraid bene for to svveare. This prease that here thou seest, ben people dead not layd in graue, A piteous rable poore, that no release nor comfort haue. This boateman Charon is, & those vvhom novv this vvater beares, Are bodyes put in ground, vvith vvorship due of vveping teares. Nor from these fearefull bankes nor ers hoaree they passage get, Till vnder earth in graues their bodyes bones at rest are set. A hūdreth years they vvalke, & roūd about these shores they houe And then at last full glad, to further pooles they do remoue.