the clue of worldly cares should threed of life vntwiende Dispiesd the night abbord the day and hated houre of birth Thought skorne of foode cleane forsoke the pleasures of the earth Would faine haue loft both speach breath â–ª and loekt when hartes would burst Beleeude they were in mothers wombe or els in cradell curst Though drousie dreede did death desire and griefe sought quick dispatch There was no parting from the place till daye dischargde the watch Wee cannot paye our borrowde breath before th appointed howre The ende of strife nor staye of state standes not in peoples powre The Gods that guides the heauens hie to secrete doth beholde The fine and fleeting feeble course of earth and massie molde The hart may heaue the breast may bloe the body sighe and swelt The face by open sines may show of priuie pashons felt But all these stormes haue litle force to ridde mans wretched dayes As by these parties plaine I proue throw torment sondrie wayes Well those from whom the Gods restraine the skope and vse of will Must bende the backe and vowe the ioynts to beare the burthen still And yet no toile nor griefe so great â–ª but finds at length some eas There followes after swelling flouds a quiet calmie Seas By meane of suite and labours long and gracious Prince in deede A sweeter soile these prisnars found that better bloud did breede But kept a part as Fortune shapt and so in silent shade As place and time did licence graunt a fresh complaint they made Of croked chaunce and straung exstremes that sondred faithfull harts Whose sugred loue was euer mixt with baell and bitter smarts And neuer after like to meete nor set ne eye nor vewe The one apon the other Lord a matte mitch to rewe Long in the broile of this conflict and battell of the minde They paste their time with bare beliefe of better hap behinde And wearing oute with waylings longe their weary life God wot And finding hauen choked vp where passage should be got At ancker vnder watch and warde in tossed barke they laye From whens there was no quiet means nor hope to scape awaye The Lady now for laste farewell betoke her selfe to teares And of dispaire in persed brest a double porshon beares Her hollow cheeks and daesled eyes declaerde her death was neere And bade her keepers to prepare both shrowding sheete and Beere For nature did denie her life her hart was tainted soe That cankred thought should comeful sone and make an ende of woe Her coulour changde her cheerefull lookes and countnaunce wanted spreet To sallow ashes turnde the hue of beauties blossoms sweete And dreery dulnes had bespred the wearishe body throw Ech vitall vaine did flat refuse to do their dutie now The bloud forsoke the wonted course and backward gan retyre And laft the lims as cold and swarfe as coells that wasts with fyre The moisture taken from the tree the leaues drops downe apace When sap dries vp and faills the roote the branches loes their grace Some bowes you see do flourish fayre and groes a goodly height And some by frost and cold ayre nipt and so are blasted streight As eury fruite and floure in field do yeld to sodaine claps So all that breathes with liuing soule are subiect to mishaps How should this dame desire to liue that hourely wore away Who would not shedde some teares to see this tender twig decay What stony hart could suffer more and bere with eeuen hand The weary weight of worldly woes and whiske of whipping wand And when she saw her houre aproch and death his dutie craue And she amid her chiefest prime must go to greedy graue She toke of worlde a noble leaue and calling for a frende Who liueth yet and can report how she did make her ende She saide with loude and comely voice O world I thee forsake I haue bin here a pilgrime longe and now my leaue I take Of all thy Pompe and pleasures vaine that makes my sences blinde Whose glorie doth beginne with paine and ends with griefe of minde In dongon deepe of deinty thoughts thou holdest eurye wight And feeds their foolish fancies still with toyes and trifles light Thy prisnar was I borne to be and Adams children all Like captius here condemde to die must suffer for his fall But nowe the chains and lothsome lincks that lay on shoulders weake And all the bands and cloggs of care in sheuers small shall breake And I from cage shall mount to skies more swift than bird with winge And flicker like a simple doue where shining Angels singe I bringe a badge and liurye both that my good maister CHRIST Did leane for such as beares his Crosse through foggs of worldly miest Yea shaking of â–ª this sinfull soile me thincke in Cloudes I see Amonge the perfite chosen Lambs a place preparde for mee Here is no home nor harbring house but cabbens built on sande That eurye pirrie puffeth downe or still on props doth stand Our Fathers spreetes posses in peace the countrie that wee craue We are but strangers far from hoem that nothing certayn haue Tâ—ese wear her words and many moe which follows as she spoek I dâ—d â—â—o she by bryttell lyfe O Lord thy wrath prouoke For which I now repent me soer and trusting to receaue Fâ—â—e pardon for my former fautes â—ar sowll shall body leaue My â—aynt and feble vessayll frayll so fears thy Iustice great That hyt appealls from curs of law vnto thy mercy Seat. I am but worms meat wel I wot all Fleash is nought but gras To Earth and ashes out of hand must all my pleasures pas I want the force thou hast the myght to stryue with Death and Hell Thou art the Rock the corner Stoen the Fountayne and the Well From whom the Springs of lyfe must â— and vnto whom again The thyrsty soulls and hongry Harts for help do trodg a mayn Who hath byn washed in thy Blood is whiter than the Snoe O let the streams and floed of grace with fauour on me floe In Booke of lyfe let wryt good Lord my name among the rest That ordaynd wear ear world was made to sleepe in Abrams brest Blot out the bleamish of my brow that at the latter day May strike the conâ—hens with dispayre and cloked crimes bewray Gâ—ue boldnes to the bashfull sprite that fears from hens to flitte Mâ—ke hope and fayth now ferm to see great God in glory sitte With closed hand than brest she knockt so gaue a sighe and stayd And then conceiud some inward ioy with cherefull face she sayd Do mourne no more O trembling soule that knowes not wher to staye Come from the kaytiffe carrayue corps and cabben made of claye And looke vpon the Lamb of God whose death thy randsome payd That blessed babe the virgins Sonne that borne was of a mayd Come silly byrd out of the den where naught but darknesse is And looke on
God and Prince I saye Loe that is al I do requier of hym my dyeing daye I haue no gold to send my baebs but blessing I them gyue Which God coÌ„fyrm with grace good stoâ—r As long as they shall lyue O yet thear is another ryng which loe my loue must â—e Whear is my picture death I mean and tell my friend from me That I as cold and sensles toe shal be in littell space As is that shadoâ— dom and deaff and spreetles shaep of face This don she tornd her hed a syed and bard them all faerwell Twear good quod she in syen of death â–ª I hard the passyng bell For sutch as lyue may pray the whiel and knoe when bell doth towll Into the bowells of the earth the boddy partts from sowll Yet meet they shall when trumpet sownds â–ª and that the dead aryes And boeth together shall assend I hoep to starry Skyes Wyth this began the battayl feers betwen her lyef and death Lyek gâ—â—st she lay whyells hart dyd groen â–ª and mouth gaept wyed for breath Than sayd she Lord in to thy hands I doo commend my spreet And so her self cloes'd vp her eyes and hyd her head in sheet And went away lyk enfantt yong clean voyd of storm or raeg Or lyk a boddy fawlls a sleep that can not speak for aeg Thus breathles laye this Lady nowe lyk weyghty lomp of claye That earst had lyef and feelyng force and past lyk slowre a waye But whan the nues of this was broght vnto her playffeers cares Wich roering voyce and blobbred eyes thear goeshed owt sutch teares That wytnest well with owtward syens what woe he felt within And truely told when she dyd end his dollâ—r dyd begin Bereft of sleep and roâ—bd of rest he roemed vp and down And cast of â—â—eds of worldly pomp and clapt on moornyng gown No eas nor pleasures could posses nor feell the taest of meat Resolud to pyen and â—â—arue him self his grâ—â—ss they wear so great No councell could him comfort long and styll aloen he drue To morn and moen to howll and crye and make complaynt a nue And worn away withâ—wofull syghes when sorrow helped not At lâ—yngth the lyef must be sustaynd with som releef ye wot But howe he takes this mischeef yet and howe the matter goeth Hâ—t passeth farre my reatch and wyt to iouâ— I tell you troeth His Lady gâ—n as you haue hard whâ—n dayes and yeeres wear spent In thraldom long yet after that was better forâ—uen sent For 〈◊〉 to princes grace again â–ª 〈◊〉 cam by blessyd chance And so he lyus in open world whear vertue may aduance Both him and many thousands moer that noble lyues doo lead And wyesly walk with vpright mynds and stepps of honour tread Loe heer you Daems of hy renown a Ladyes death set owt Whoe 's lyef for fayth full feaw shall fynd that seeks wyed world abowt To God and Prince repentant suer to world a myrrour bryght Whearfoer with tong and true report resownd her prays a ryght ¶ FINIS The Roed made by Syr william Druery Knight into Skotland from the East Seas to the VVest vvith sundry Gentlemen of good calling for the reformation of such causes as the Queens Maiestie and her Councel thoght coÌ„uenient In the .xiii. year of the raign of our soueraigne Lady Queene Elizabeth The names of the Captaines and Gentlemen in his company Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Cary. Syr Robert Constable Sâ—r Ierome Bovveâ— M. William Knovvls M. Henry Câ—ry M. Robert Knovvll M. Michell Carye Captaine Carye Captaine Caruill Captaine Austell Captaine Edington M. Edmond Varney MY Lord of Sussex now lord Chamberlayne hauing finished two famous and notable roeds into Skoâ—lande which I haue written of as chargeable as paynfull of no smal credit pollicy rested a season at Baâ—wyck by reason of a sicknesse taken by ouermuch trauell of body minde in the seruice rehearsed reposing him self in that towne for the benefite of health thought necessary in the present exploits seruice expected to institute another generall for the execution of such matters as he him self would gladly haue taken in hande if sicknesse had permitted and because eche gentleman souldiour seuerall bandes should duetifully obey in all points warlyke order the nue generall chosen for this purpose my Lord of Sussex made an oratioÌ„ in such forme â— manner as throughly explayned the whole substance of the seruice the vnsuretie of the season the difficult dealing of diuers aduersaries and vttered the excellencys of an Oratour At whoe 's elloqueÌ„ce the heerars rather stoed astonyed than vnsatysfyed in any poynt or parssell wherin he opened the bowells of rebellyon the practies of enemies and subborning of traytors and earnestly perswaded euery 〈◊〉 mynd to be myndfull of his Prince and countrey in the lybertie wherof boeth lyfe and lyuing is alwayes to be offered after which Oracion as custome is for seruice past and things to come he made these knights that heere are mentioned Syr VVilliam Drury Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Care and Syr Robert Constable and placing the Generall in full authoritie he committed them to God and the good conduct of their Chieftaine then presently with professed obedience each man desired to do a dayes seruice to venter his lyfe to shed his bloud or shew his duetie Whervpon and as great weighty cause moued my Lord of Sussex coÌ„mauÌ„ded them to martch forward so they did made that night a greater martch than was looked for yet no lesse speede than was needeful by which forwardnesse sodain exercises of Armes a brute blowen abrode of a more sooner departure the enemies wer discouraged hindred of their hoâ—p our men made masters of the fielde and possest in a maner their wish desired hap at the least taking aduauÌ„tage of the time they preuented the pushe of a perillous present pollicie auoyded the danger of a troublous time to come For the enemie regarding our readinesse desire of encounter with them retyred so fast backwarde that all their labour was lost which they tooke in hande before And now wer they somwhat abashed that before vsed ouermuch boldnesse yet in doubtfull ballance stoode the weight of this iorney considering what followed by the fyennes or falshod of double meaning friends beside the dangers insideÌ„t to the hazards of Fortune Our people being thoght at the first to be great in nomber wear suffred to martch wher they pleased but the enemy aduertised of our smal power not only lyke chafed Boares began to pluck vp the bryssells but also bruted abroad we were taken in a pitfold had neede of a treble company to accoÌ„plish the exploit taken in haÌ„d And after our power had passed â—denbrogh towards the force of y aduersaries the secret practisiens of mischief in the town set sodainly on our Lackkeis and such of y traine as could not coÌ„ueniently follow y Camp
I haue spoke and sped in matters small By helpe of him that hath my Verses all But farre God wot I am from that I seeke And misse the marke that many men do hit Wherfore salâ— tears do trickle downe the cheeke And hart doth feele full many a wofull fit And so aside in sollem sorrow sit As one in deede that is forsaken cleane Wher most he doth deserue and best doth meane No matter now though ech man march tread On him that hates the life he beares about Yet such as shall these heauy Verses read Shall finde I blame my fortune out of dout But sens on hope no better hap will sprout I yeild to death and vpward lift the minde Where lothsome life shall present comfort finde Sens hope can haue no hony from the Hiue And paines can plucke no pleasure for his toile It is but vaine for weery life to striue And streatch out time with torment and tormoile Get what we can death triumphes oer the spoile Than note this well though we win neer so mitch When death tacks al we leaue a mizer ritch To liue and lacke is doble death in deede A presente death exceeds a lingring woe Sens no good hap in youth did helpe my neede In age why should I striue for Fortune soe Old years are come and haests me hens to goe The tâ—me draws on I hate the life I haue When hart shall breake my griefe shall ende in graue Should I seeke life that finds no place of rest Ne sotle nor seate to shroude me from the ayre When cramping colde be clipps my carefull brest And dollor driues my hart in deepe dispayre For such foule dayes darke death is wondrous fayre As good to make the skrawlling worms a feast As pleas y world wher mischiefe maks her neast Hie time it is to haest my carkas hens Youth stoole awaye and felt no kinde of ioye And age he laft in trauell euer sens The wanton dayes that made me nice and coye Wear but a dreame a shadoe and a toye Sith slaurye heer I finde and nothing els My hoem is thear wher soule in freedome dwels In warrs and woe my yeers aer waested clean What should I see if lordly lief I led I loek in glas and finde my cheeks so lean That eury owre I do but wishe mee ded Now back bends downe forwards faulls the hed And hollow eyes in wrinckled brow doth shrowd As though two stars wear creping vnder clowd The lipps waxe cold and loeks both pael thin The teeth fawlls out as nutts forsoek the shaell The baer bald head but shoes whear hear hath bin The liuely ioynts waxe weery stiffe and staell The reddy tongue now folters in his taell The wearishe face and tawny collour shoes The corraeg quaills as strength decayes and goes The sweete delites are dround in dulled minde The gladsome sports to groning sighes are bent The frisking lims so farre from frame I finde That I â–ª forthincke the time that youth hath spent But when I way that all these things wear lent And I must pay the earth her dutie throw I shrincke no whit to yeld these pleasures now Had I possest the giftes of Fortune heer A house a wyfe and children therewithall And had in store to make my frendes good cheer Sutch commoÌ„ things as neighbours haue at call In such dispayre perchaunce I would not fall But want of this and other lackes a skore Bids me seeke death and wishe to liue no more Yet for to beare a peece of all my woes And to impart the priuie pangs I felt From countrie soile a sober wife I choes In mine owne house with whom I seldom dwelt When thousandes slepte I waekt I swet I swelt To compas that I neuer could attaine And still from hoem abroed I brack my braine The thatcher hath a cottage poore you see The sheppard knoes where he shal sleepe at night The daily drudge from cares can quiet bee Thâ—s Fortune sends some rest to eurye wight So borne I was to house and lande by right But in a bagg to Court I brought the same From Shrews brye towne a seate of auncient fame What thinkes my frindes that thear behind I laft What fault finds she that gaue me lief and suck O courting fien thou art to cold a craft The Carter haeth at hoem much better luck Well well I saye a due all worldly muck Ne howse nor land we bear away I knoe I naked cam and naked hence must goe The greatest kyng must pas the self saem way Our daye of byrth and buriall are alike Their ioye their pompe their wealth and rich araye Shall soen consuem like snow that lies in dieck No bucklar serues when sodayn death doth striek As soen may coem a poer mans soule to blys As may the rich or greatest Lord that is Well ear my breath my body doe forsaek My spreet I doe bequeath to God aboue My bookes my skrowls and songs that I did maek I leaue with frindes that freely did me loue To flyring foes whoe 's mallice did me moue I wyshe in haest amendment of their wayes And to the Court and courtiars happy dayes My fortuen straunge to straungers doe I leaue That strangly can retain such straung mishap To such as still in world did me disseaue I wyshe they may bewaer of such lyk trap To sclaundrous tongues that kyld me with their clap I wyshe moer rest than they haue gyuen me And bles thoes shreaws that corst and crabbed be To such as yet did neuer pleasuer man I giue those ryems that nyps the gawlled back To such as would do good and if they can I wyshe good luck long lief and voyd of lack To currysh karls a whyp and collyars sack And to the proud that stands vpon their braus A waynskot face and twenty crabtree staues To surly syers that scorns the meaner sort A nightcap foord with Foyns I them bequeath To such as skowll at others good report And sets much stoer by their owne paynted sheath In sien of luck I giue a willowe wreath To such as aer vnnaemd and merits mutch The stoen I leaue that tries the gold by tutch To gentill race with good conditions ioynd I wyshe moer ioy than man imagin maye And sens for pooer I haue no money coynd God graunt them all a mery mariage daye To such as doth delyte in honest playe I wyshe the gold that I haue lost thearby And all the wealth I want befoer I dye Now frends shack hands I must be gon my boyes Our myrth taeks end our triumph all is don Our tykling talk our sports and myrry toyes Do flyed away lyke shadow of the Son Another coms when I my race haue ron Shall passe the tyme with you in better plyt And finde good cause of greater things to wryt FINIS A DISCOVRSE HOVV vertue seames to sleape and Iustice is euer awaken WHen vertue layd her down to slepe and would
fruetfull feeld what can be sweet or sownd But in that soyl whear for offence is due correction fownd Wee make the sâ—uill lawes to shien and by example mield Reform the rued rebuek the bold and tame the contrey wyeld We venter goods and lius ye knoe and trauill seas and land To bring by trafick heaps of wealth and treasuer to your hand We aer astay and stoer howse boeth to kingdoms farr and neer A cawse of plentie throw foersyght whan things war scarce and deer And thoghe our ioy be moest in peace and peace we do maintain Whear on to prince and realm throw out doth ries great welth and gain Yet haue we soldyars as you see that stoers but whan we pleas And sarus our torns in howshold things and sits in shop at eas And yet daer blaed hit with the best when cawse of contrey coms And cals out courage to the fight by sound of warlike Droms We Marchants keep a mean vnmixt with any tarryng partâ— And bryng boeth Treble and the Baess in order still by art A Souldiour shal be liked well if his dezarts be sutch A noble mind for noble acts shall suer be honord mutch But if men glory all in warres and peace disdayns in deed We skorn with any Siroep sweet their humour sowre to feed And blest be God we haue a Prince by whom our peace is kept And vnder whom this Citie long and land hath safly slept From whom liekwyes a thousand gifts of grace enioy we do And feell from God in this her raygne ten thousand blessyngs to Behold but how all secrets fâ—en of falshed coms to light In these her dayes and God taks part with her in troeth and right And mark how mad Dissenshon thriues that would set warres abroetch Who sets to saell poer peoples liues and gets but viell reproetch And endles shaem for all their sleights O England ioy with vs And kis the steps whear she doth tread that keeps her countrey thus In peace and rest and perfait stay whearfore the god of peace In peace by peace our peace presarue and her long lief encreace ¶ This was to be don and put in exersies befoer the Queen cam to the knittyng vp of the matter but perswasion beyng dismist the battry was planted befoer the FORT and they within so straitly enclosed that they must needs abied the mercy of the Sword and Cannon ¶ At which instant in the after noen that present day the Prince was in her Skaffold to beholde the sucksesse of these offers of warre and so went the Battry of and the asâ—aut was geuen in as mutch order as might be the enemie was three times repolsed and beholdyng nue suckors commyng from the Courte to the Forts great comfort the enemye agred on a parley whearin was rehersyd that the cortain was beaten down and the fort maed sawtable and yet the enemie to saue the liues of good Citizens and Soldiors thearof would giue them leaue to depart with bag and bagaeg as order of wars required To the which the Fort maed answer that the Corttayns nor Bulwarks was not their defence but the corrage of good peple the force of a mighty prince who saet and beheld all these doyngs was the thyng they trusted to on which answer the enemie retired and so condicions of peace wear drawn and agreed of at which peace boeth the sides shot of their Arttillery iâ— sien of a triumphe and so â—â—yinge God saue the Queen these triumphes and waâ—lâ—k pastimes finished the Prince likyng the handlyng of these causes verie well sent iâ— hundreth crownes to make the Souldiors a banket Now heer is to be considered that the Prince went into the Gallees and so down to Kyngroed aer these things wear brought to an end ¶ At her highnes departuer a gentilman in the confiens of the Towns liberties spaek this speech that follows The dolfull a Due OUr Ioy is ioynd with greuous groens Our triumphe tornd to tears The brantch whoe 's blosoms gladnes broght a bitter berry bears In howse and street whear mirth was hard is moen and moorning noies The sommer day is dimd with clowds eclypsed aer our ioyes The loedstar leaus our wished cowrs and clims the heauens hie Our sofrant will no longer lord in walls of Brislow lye No maruell sins our barrain soyl and ground of groes deuyce Haeth yelded no thing that might pleas a prince of so great price Our deuties aer not half dischargd no thoghe we kist the grownd And prostraet fall full flat on face whear her foet steps aer fownd The Persians daer not cast vp eies nor loek apon thear king Shall Christians then presuem to preace on sutch a Sacred thyng And tho no part of duties bownds â— nod forbid I say But that the lords anointed should be honord eury way Long loâ—kt this Câ—â—te for a prince loâ—g â—eâ—s and many a yeer A â—ing or Queâ—n beheld this town short time she taâ—yes heer Good fortuen folow thee O Queen god gieb thy doings all A world of threfold blessed happ apon thy kingdom fall As loeth to taek our heauy leaue as leaue our lius in deed A due deeâ— lady of this land the liuing Lord thee speed ¶ Som of these Speeches could not be spoken by means of a Scholâ—maister who enuied that any stranger should set forth these shoes FINIS ☞ A Skirmishe at Dumbar Vnder the pretence of peace they shotte in oâ—â— faces One mâ—â—laine at the 〈◊〉 All haue noâ— same that do well Sir Harry Kniuet hurte manfully at the charge Tvvelue men of good name slaine on the FreÌ„ch side and v. gentlemen taken prisoners The â—ishop of Valence The vvoman vvas duckt in vvater The bloudy monday Sir Iames a Croâ—â—es led the soldiours on their enemies The lord Gray that novve is vvas sore hurte at a valiaunt charge he gaue Rashnes of souldiouâ—s running out veide of condâ—â—â— losâ—th all many tymes Sir Andrevve Corbet vvas here and other gentlemen Policy 〈…〉 of all gouernmentes Maister Pellam Lieutenaunt of â—he ordinaunce Captaine Randall gaue vvarning vvhen thassault should beginne The Earle of VVorceters brother maister Frances Somerset Sir Frances Leake came to our reliefe A larom in our ovvn campe by the French policie The byshop of Valence from Fraunce My Lorde of Burleighe that novveâ— came to conclude thâ—s peace Lord Bâ—rleigh ended these bâ—oyleâ— Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note A right figure of Death A pattern of death My Lord of Sussex â—orâ—eys I set out in my secoÌ„d book Note Note The Duke chattilleroy waâ— at this â—eeâ—e and 〈◊〉 away disâ—oraged Note Battred And randered Chery Prouision â—as made for tâ—e preseruation of sicke persoÌ„s mâ—n â–ª vvomen and children 〈◊〉 A â—oet of iorney to â—eâ—ell Sir Thomas Manners two nombers vnder oen Aâ—seent Of footmen was sent before to sâ—ay the gates Two fawlters punished Syr Simon Burley complaines to him that knows