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A16622 The historie of that vvise and fortunate prince, Henrie of that name the seventh, King of England With that famed battaile, fought betweene the sayd King Henry and Richard the third named Crookbacke, upon Redmoore neere Bosworth. In a poem by Charles Aleyn. Aleyn, Charles, d. 1640. 1638 (1638) STC 353; ESTC S100143 58,428 164

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Titulum ne horresce novantis Non rapit Imperium vis tua sed recipit Ausonius de Seuero THE HISTORIE OF That wise and Fortunate Prince HENRIE of that Name the Seventh King of England With that famed Battaile fought betweene the sayd King Henry and Richard the third named Crook-backe upon Redmoore neere Bosworth In a Poem by Charles Aleyn Vnus mihi pro populo populus pro uno London Printed by Tho. Cotes for William Cooke and are to be sold at his shop neere Furnivalls-Inne gate in Holburne 1638. Perlegi historicum hoc Poema dignumque judico quod Typis mandetur Tho. Wykes R. P. Episc. Lond. Chapell domest To his Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Aleyn on this his learned Poem Sume Superbiam Quaesitam meritis THinke not that these my weaker lines can raise Or to thy name or to thy worke a praise Yet give me leave to write and let these be The Testimonialls of my love to thee They 're no true Leigemen whosoe're disclaime Tribute of Prayse unto thy Henries name Who now by thee instated lives more high Than in the joyes of former Royalty And from thy hand receives a better Crowne Than was his Kingdomes Transitory one ●y thee he conquers Death and Time thy words ●●eld him his honour more than could his swords And gaine a Nobler victory than he Obtained o're usurping Tyrannie Great Henry whom wise heaven did ordaine ●o blesse this Realme with thy most happy reigne No more dull Chronicle thy worth shall hold Or sullen prose thy Noble acts infold Behold the shrine wherein thy reverend story Shall ever be preserved and thy glory Fresh to all Ages then 't is just we give Praise to his name ' has made thine truely live Ed. Sherburne To my deare Friend Mr. Charles Aleyn WHen Fame had sayd thy Poem should come out Without a Dedication some did doubt If fame in that had told a truth but J Who knew her false boldly gave fame the lye For I was certaine that this booke by thee Was Dedicated to Eternity Thy true lover Ed. Prideaux THE HISTORIE OF HENRIE THE SEVENTH A Cesar or that Maximilian Who was our Henries learned Contemporary And his owne Annalist and Historian Could only pen our Henries commentary For onely light it selfe it selfe can show And none but Kings can write what Kings can doe Yet if those heights which with aspiring looke Doe over-top the rest are easilier found And with more certaine observation tooke By those who stand upon the lower ground Then Henries fame shall not disparrag'd be Although his Altitude be tooke by me Richard whose gummes his Birth-day armed saw Presage of cruelty will needes make true That dreaded signe for he against the Law After confinement Gray and Rivers slew For he the Devils Axiome did know If you depresse you must confound your foe Rivers and Gray must sacrificed be The sad oblation to Hastings power But to appease divine Astrea He Is offer'd next a Scaffold at the Tower His Altar was curses his Obits were And for the Priest an Executioner But here 's a story scarse hath Parallell For at the time those two destruction met At the same Day and houre Hastings fell As in a Clocke you see a 'larum set So was his Ruine set Heav'ns vengefull power Wheel'd Hastings fate and strooke him at an houre 'T was Policie Hastings should suffer next For he had done his worke when they were slaine Richard this doctrine borrow'd from a Text In Machiavell who did this knowledge gaine From Caesar Borgia Whom you doe imploy In mischiefe when 't is done you must destroy ●hen Richard did the Prince and Yorke oppresse For in the method of Confusion Th' other were humble premises unlesse The Prince and Yorke be the conclusion It seemes he would by their pure Crimson shed Turne Yorkes white Rose to the Lancastrian Red. Such Teares which from scorcht Phaetons sisters fell And in their fall did into Amber turne Would with their Ashes be proportion'd well Rich ashes worthy of so rich an urne For such sweete Corpses and such limmes as theirs No Tombe is fit but one congeal'd of teares Twin-brethren in their death 's What had they done O Richard sees a fault that they were in It is not Actuall but a Mortall one They Princes were 't was their Originall sinne Why should so sweete a Paire of Princes lacke Their Innocents Day in th' English Almanack Now here stand still and gaze their Father did Richard instruct Henry the sixt to Kill Their Father taught him by the blood he shed The Art how he his childrens blood should spill Who valew others blood at a low rate Make their owne cheaper to be higgled at The sword of vengeance which a single twine Held over Richards head must now drop downe With ruine at the point the Eye divine Hath spied a Hand that must lop off his Crowne Henry like Meleager must come o're And combat with this Caledonian Bore Fourth Edwards Queene and Henries mother plot The Vnion of her daughter and her sonne Both must be set as Flowers in Hymens Knot And the two Roses be conjoyn'd in one In Henries Royall Crowne there 's not a stone Gives it such lustre as this Vnion Fate did this Vnion to Henry owe In whom there was a union more rare The Heaven's doe not such a Conjunction show When the two highest Planets married are Scarse had the world seene such a union yet Where Wisdome Valour and where Fortune met But though the Queene and Lady had contriv'd Their Cabinet of councels close as his Who vow'd to burne his shirt if it conceiv'd But his least plot Yet all unlocked is By some false Key Kings have long hands and eares And then heare best when they have greatest feares Buckingham flies for this and monie 's bid For 's Head curs'd Banister the bargaine made And made his Lord his Ware and basely did Sell him for money which he ne'r was payd Ingratefull servant thou to him didst owe All that thou couldst and all thou couldst not doe Puissant Gold Redearth at first made man Now it makes Villaine this refined clod Can what nor love nor time nor valour can Iove could doe more in Gold than in a God Destruction surer comes and rattles lowder Out of a Mine of Gold than one of powder But Banister hath his merit this offence And treacherous Act his progenie betray'd To Heaven's revenge But why must Innocence Suffer for him stay there the Ancients made Divine Revenge to be the child of Night Shut to the Earths but open to heav'ns sight Th' immediate hand of Heav'n did scourge this sinne One sonne wa● drown'd one sonne with lamenesse took White Leprous scales rough-cast his daughters skin His Eldest sonne was with a madnesse strooke And so unfit to be an heire that he Had not his portion o● humanitie But here I wonder Richard did not pay Such Traytors how can Richard justly looke For more such agents others