Also this charme is found in the canon of the masse, _Hæc sacrosancta commixtio corporis & sanguinis domini nostri Jesu Christi fiat mihi, omnibúsque sumentibus, salus mentis & corporis, & ad vitam promerendam, & capessendam, præparatio salutaris_: that is, Let this holie mixture of the bodie and bloud of our Lord Jesus Christ, be unto me, and unto all receivers thereof, health of mind and bodie, and to the deserving and receiving of life an healthfull preparative. ¶ _Other papisticall charmes._ _Aqua benedicta, sit mihi salus & vita:_ _Let holie water be, both health and life to me._ _Adque nomen Martini omnis hæreticus fugiat pallidus,_ _When Martins name is soong or said, Let heretikes flie as men dismaid._ ♦_By Ab. Fleming._♦ But the papists have a harder charme than that; to wit, Fier and fagot, Fier and fagot. ¶ _A charme of the holie crosse._ _Nulla salus est in domo, Nisi cruce munit homo Superliminaria. Neque sentit gladium, Nec amisit filium, Quisquis egit talia._ _No health within the house dooth dwell, Except a man doo crosse him well, at everie doore or frame, He never feeleth the swords point, Nor of his sonne shall loose a joint, that dooth performe the same._ _Furthermore as followeth._ _Ista suos fortiores Semper facit, & victores, Morbos sanat & languores, Reprimit dæmonia. Dat captivis libertatem, Vitæ confert novitatem, Ad antiquam dignitatem, Crux reduxit omnia. O Crux lignum triumphale, Mundi vera salus vale, Inter ligna nullum tale, Fronde, flore, germine. Medicina Christiana, Salva sanos, ægros sana, Quod non valet vis humana, Fit in tuo nomine, &c._ ♦_Sancta crux æquiparatur salutifero Christo. O blasphæmiam inenarrabilem!_♦ _It makes hir souldiers excellent, and crowneth them with victorie, Restores the lame and impotent, and healeth everie maladie. The divels of hell it conquereth, releaseth from imprisonment, Newnesse of life it offereth, it hath all at commandement. O crosse of wood incomparable, to all the world most holsome: No wood is halfe so honourable, in branch, in bud, or blossome. O medcine which Christ did ordaine, the sound save everie hower, The sicke and sore make whole againe, by vertue of thy power. And that which mans unablenesse, hath never comprehended, Grant by thy name of holinesse, it may be fullie ended, &c._ ♦_Englished by Abraham Fleming._ Looke in the Beehive of the Romish church. lib. 4. cap. 3. fol. 251, 252.♦ ¶ _A charme taken out of the Primer._