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A09583	A commemoration of the right noble and vertuous ladye, Margrit Duglasis good grace, Countis of Lennox daughter to the renowmed and most excellent Princesse Margrit, Queene of Scotland, espowsed to King Iames the fourth, of that name ... wherin is rehearsed hir godly life, her constancy and perfit pacience, in time of infortune her godly end, [and] last farewel, taken of al noble estates at the howre of her death. The ninth day of March. 1577. At her house of Hackney in the countie of Midlesex: and now lyeth enterred the thyrd of April, in the chappel of King Henry the seauenth her worthy grandfather. 1578. And anno. 20. of our soueraigne lady Quéene Elizabeth, by Gods permission of England, Fraunce and Irelande Quéene, [and]c.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1578 (1578)	STC 19864; ESTC S110448	15,671	36

wise theyr Regent made dye ▪ Faith was forsaken and nothing set by Thus treason bereft me of my Sonne and mate So froward ly●t Lachas twist on my fate O people most peruerse stubborne and ill O Rebels ruthlesse and falsely forsworne What ment ye my Sonne and husband to kill Would God I wish it ye had neuer béene borne The death of your king first made me to mourne The spoyle of your regent my cares makes duble Woe worth you Rebels cheefe cause of my trouble To heauen I appeale in this mortall lyfe For these great iniuries vnto me done To you that skorne peace and glory in strife Gods vengaunce in tyme no doubt wyll be wone Through Europ de●ame sée that thou do rone To publish the actes of these Skots vntrew That theyr king and Regent thus did subdew Thinke you good Ladyes care cut not my hart Thinke you that these paines ransackt not my brest These murthers God knowes enlarged my smart And made me to waile when I should take rest In bed and at boorde my plaintes were exprest My sobs like larums to heauen I vp sent But patience perforce bad me be content At Hackney with me Lord Charles did abyde And wedded he was to a Lady full deare By whome God for my comfort lyst to prouide Young tender infant my hart for to cheare Arbella was named the young Lady fayre But death from me reft her Father my Sonne Whose losse to lament with teares I begonne Thus Fortune still bent my ioyes to diminish In this mortal lyfe my cares did augment But shortly after my turmoyles to finishe Sicknesse to tach me by Gods will was sent To whome for to yéelde me I was content On God I did build my fayth was most true Whose ayde I required my flesh to subdue Heauen was my hoape this world I did hate Swéete Christ was the Rock on whome I did gro●●d His death was sufficient I knew to abate His Fathers displeasure and cure the wound That Sathan through sinne to make in man found By his illusion the meane and high way To spoyl● vs of blysse and worke our decay But Iust was our God I cannot denye Condemned we were for Adames offence I know as iustice did lot vs to dye So mercy most milde should be our defence The séede of the woman a gem of excellence Was graunted of loue the Serpent to foyle Us to reuine that sinne sought to spoyle Which séede was swéete Christ the Sonne of God sure Who did for our sakes his essence imbace His conseption was holy his byrth most pure Such was the working of God by his grace Gods sacred spirit considering our ●ase Did light on a Uirgin by his diuine power Of whome was begotten Christ our sweet flower Flesh of her substaunce I knowe he did take And for our sakes he became perfect man Sinne onely except and thus for to make Our attonement with God of loue he began He quailed the boast and power of Sathan But as he was man marke well what I saye He was also God beléeue me ye maye For from his humanitie this thing is trew His Godhead diuine was not inseperate Christ God and man our welfare did renew From death by his death the trueth to relate He throughly beholding our wretched estate ●●ducst vs from death and brought vs from hell God graunt that in him we faythfull may dwell For he it is sure that hath done vs good Not for deserts but of loue by his grace Our sinnes are remitted in his déerest blood Our guile is forgotten and we in good case If firmely our hoape in heauen we do place If we on Christ builde and settle our trust His merites are ours he will make vs iust In health and in sicknesse I this did beléeue And euen tyll that death did finish my dayes No paine nor yet Crosse could my fayth reméeue For Christ my sweete Lorde his name I did praise Then learne God Ladyes to follow my wayes Hoape still for heauen this world is but vaine Let Christ your comfort in your hartes remaine And vnto your Quéene be trusty and kinde Her statutes and lawes obserue and obay Her bounty I wish you to bear still in minde For whose secure state to God do you pray Whose presence God sende you to the last day Then Brittaine shall prosper and florish with fame ▪ That so it may be saye amen to the same My sicknesse increasing my strength gan to fayle No Phisick could serue my health to restore For death against lyfe began to preuaile Such is the state of the ritch and the poore Learne to be reddy good Ladyes therefore Let fayth be your shielde with sinne for to striue Then lyfe euerlasting you shall atchieue In charity and loue my lyfe long I lead The pooreaas my guestes I dayly did féede But fayth h●th my ioyes in Iesus Christ bréede Who to his flocke doth watch and take héede He was my comfort in dainger and néede From death and decay the Lambe set me frée So great was his bounty showne vnto mée At Heackney to death my lyfe did I bende My soule to my Christ I ther did commit My body to clay did ioyfully wende Where it remaines tyll God thinke it fit My body and soule together to knit Where and in which time before the Iudge iust ▪ I shall be sanctified such is my trust And thus good Ladyes farewell and adew My race is full run my trauels haue ende As death in this lyfe my lyfe did subdew So death vnto you his footesteps will bende Regarde my sayinges thinke you on your freende For as I am gon beleeue me you maye You needes must follow your sustaunce is clay ▪ Dixi. FINIS Yours at commaunde in the Lord Iohn Phyllips Prince Arth●r weded to Kat●●en daughter to Fardinando king of Spaine Iames the fift Sonne and heire to kinge Iames the fourth Iames the fifte brother to the noble lady Margar●t Duglas The Lady Maries grace and 〈…〉 〈…〉 A contract betwixt 〈◊〉 Lady Margar●t Duglasis grace and Lord Thomas Howard youngest sonne to the Duke of norfolke who were therefore sent to th● Tower. ‡ The lord Thomas did fynish his life in 〈◊〉 tower * The lady Margari●s grace pardoned and restored to the Kinges fauour The earle Lennox espoused to the Ladye Margarit Duglasis grace Henrye Lorde Darley and Charles left aliue King Edward the sixt Cosen 〈◊〉 to the noble Ladye Margarit Duglasi● good grace Henry the Lord darley went from England and was maried to Marye Quee●e of Scotlād by whome he had a son which Queene Elizabeth of england Fraunce Ireland Queene the King● of Fraunce did baptise his name Charle Iames A Cauiate for Princes and noble estates by the spoile of Caesar to 〈◊〉 hate smoothe tongues that by the meanes of their fayned slatteries seeke the spoile of Princes depoti●lation of countryes ‡ Henry Kinge of Scots 〈…〉 Bodwell 〈…〉 ●●aughter The Earle Lennox Regent of Scotland ment to hould a Parlament at starling Hambletouns treacherous treas●n ▪ Th erle Lenox Regent of scotland most traiterouslye slai●e in the Towne of Sterling with apistole Lorde Charles maried to the daughter of the lady Sentlowe nowe Countise of Sherisbury who diseased at hacnye by whō he had the Ladye Arbella ¶ Imprinted at London by Iohn Charlewood dwelling in Barbycan at the signe of the halfe Eagle and Key

did greatly lament She mourned that ●he did counsell refuse And with his estate would not be content But such is the ende of those that be bent To per seuer in pride mischiefe and ill Shame is the reward of foolish fond will. In Skotland my carefull Quéene mother I leaue To take the garde of king Iames her young sonne And to Fraunce my tale tendes ye may perceiue With the Quéene mine Aunt I haue not yet donne The thread of life that Lachasis ●ad sponne Atropos prest forth in sunder to share Of her husband the king to dye we borne are All flesh is grasse and doth wither away Euen as the flower that doth partch with the sunne No Phisick can serue our lyues for to staye When the clockes past and the hower full runne By death to all ●ortes Gods will must be donne But how or when no mortall man doth knowe Ne yet in what sorte death will bring him lowe Some by long sicknesse theyr lyues do resigne Some with the sworde are constrained to dye And some by famine to earth do incline And some in the floudes déepe drentched do lye Some by the lawes from death cannot flye Subiect to miseries we are on the earth And certaine to dye euen from our fyrst byrth No charter of life is graunted to man Our time is but short our dayes are not long Our substaunce is d●ath and do what we can To earth we shall tourne be we neuer so strong Let vs not thinke then that death doth vs wrong When or in what sort he shall vs arest No let vs be ready to welcome this guest Consider that time runnes on without stay If he once passe by he will not turne back And as the time fades mans dayes weare away For the Web of this lyfe runnes still vnto wrack In time keepe watch then least death the house sack For such as liue carelesse glorying in sinne Séeke to themselues distruction to winne Quéene Mary mine Aunt a widdowe now left And so was my Mother of Skotland the Quéene Theyr Princes by death both from them bereft A cause of care in each of them was seene Myne Unckle king Henry whose fame lasteth gréene Did comfort them both in their great distresse As one well content theyr cares to redresse Quéene Mary myne Aunt his sister moast deare He sent for agen to come into England And wedded she was to a noble Piere Of Sulfolcke the Duke named Charles Brandon To him she byhight her hart and her hande And God on the earth theyr seede did increase Who gaue them prosperity plenty and peace My Mother in Skotland v●knowen to the king Did enter the knot of wedlocke againe With Lord Archimball Duglas co●sider this thing Of Angus the Earle as knowne it is plaine Unruly the Skotes as then did remaine For which cause the Queene to England her tooke And Sotland awhile she left and forsooke The king her brother of loue moast intire At Harbo●ell Castell her harbour appointed Where and in which place sith to know ye desyre I was borne of my mother a Queene anointed And at the fountstoone as the Prince appoynted Margrit I was clipt this is most true As you that list search in Cronacles may view In youth I was trained to vertue and grace In age I hild that in youth I did learne In fayth and Gods feare I ran on my race Obedience and trueth I helde as chiefe sterne ▪ No lightnesse in me could any discerne My hart and my hand to do good was bent And wisedome to learne I was well content But such is the time and date of our dayes That lyfe cannot last as flesh doth require Though pleasure doth graunt to garnish our wayes And Fortune accorde to content our desyre Yet when we thinke least to death we are nyere Our musick hath ende our pleasure doth fade Our pomp as nothing in moment is made Our eyes that delight the courser to view 〈◊〉 dazled of trueth in taking abreth Though knightes at the tylt our ioyes do renew Yet both we and they shall turne vnto earth 〈…〉 Captaine can once conquer death ●e ●eares no armour nor yet bar●ed steede 〈…〉 to death belongeth indeede 〈…〉 nor coastly attyre 〈◊〉 moast ritch nor Iewels worthy price 〈◊〉 mountaines of gould may death no time ●yre No ●eau●y to saue you can him once intice 〈…〉 after vertue learne to loath vice 〈…〉 though death cut all degrées downe 〈◊〉 ma●ger the graue purchace renowne My mother the Quéene king Iamies true wife A Ruler of Skotland from death could not flye Qu●●ne Mary of Fraunce myne Aunt lost her lyfe You see death doth kingdomes and Monarkes defy He will not be parciall no state he sets by The'●le Angus my Father did bow to the ground And so did my brother the king of Skots cround My parents bereft me and also myne Aunt My brother and kinsfolke to myne anoy Yet list myne Unckle the eight Henry graunt A meane distressed to bring me to ioy To call me to Court his grace was not coy With Maries good grace his daughter by right My roome to alot his highnesse did delyght And after in tyme when God did decrée Elizabeths grace to the world to bring Myne Unckle her Father so tendered me That with her in the Court I had my 〈…〉 So déerely loued me Henry the eight King 〈◊〉 bounty and kindnesse I may not forget 〈…〉 me his Nece so greatly did set In Court I was lyked and loued of all At vertue I laboured ●ill for to ame To loosenesse of ly●e I was neuer found thrall My wordes on wisedome I sought for to frame By meanes whereof I purchased fame But when I thought leste to griefe I was ●hrall From reason by loue to soone I did fall Unknowen to the king my Unckle most deare My fayth to Lorde Thomas Howard I plight Most trusty to me his troath did appeare But fortune her fawning list chaunge vnto spyght Our loue she red●●st into the kings sight Who ●or our offence to the Tower vs sent Where much our infortunes we both did lament I mourned that I by Phansie was led And yet from my loue I could not recoyle The Princes dispeasure my cause of care bred But trew loue sought still my dolors to foyle But loue of my loue prepared the spoyle And he in the Tower did finishe his lyfe To whome by contract I had vowed my selfe wife His death with my teares I did often lament Myne Unckles displeasure did grieue me as mutch Yet Patience gaue charge I should be content She in my distresse with hoape did me tutch And though fortune did against my blisse grutch Yet hoape at the last her hate did restraine And to the kinges fauour did bring me againe My faulte he remitted and tooke me to grace My bondage was past my hoape fréedome won Yet when of my Lorde I constred the case And how for my loue his lyfe was vndon

Where he did most trust his trust him deceiued For trecherous treason did compasse him rounde His hoape as haplesse of blisse him bereaued And causelesse ingratitude gan him to wounde The guiltlesse to harme deceit a meane found Flattery bewitcht him some Skots were vntrue And credit to light to late made him rue A straunger in Court incen●st him to yre Whose hauty contempt he could not abyde But death in the Court remayned his hyre As méetest rewarde to laye downe his pride The slaughter of whome his lyfe dyd deuide For where he most firmely sought safts to buylde Most soonest of all my Sonne was beguilde Alas that treason should counteruayle troath And falshood the clooke of fréendship should vse Alas that Rebelles should frustrate theyr oath 〈…〉 〈…〉 place thou makest me to muse 〈◊〉 ●oate what solace in thée was frequented And yet what mischiefe false traitors inuented 〈…〉 most braue in thée were prepared What Musick what sporte what triumph and ioy So cost for vnitye alas there was spared To boast of true fréendship no state was found coy Those that most bragged wrought my Sonnes anoy But as vnder honey gall often doth lurke So clocked craft causelesse agaynst him dyd worke The fowlers theyr nets in secréete had spread The byrd to intrap alas all vnware The bayght was perill whereon the fish fed Although of pleasure he sometymes haue share The hooke concealed doth worke the fish care Euen so dyd flatery most craftely frame The death of my Sonne king Henry by name By whose rufull fine let Princes take héede How or on whome they do settle theyr trust Remember this prouerbe as true as the Créede For treason most tr●tcherous raines in thuniust To ground on flattery let them that will lust Faire wordes and no déedes at all they shall finde Beware adulation make you not blinde But flatterers presume to reatch to the Court Cleo with Princes s●ekes to beare sway The iust by flatteres oft times do take hurt Note flattery of Caesar wrought the decaye Sy no that Gorgon his parte so did playe That Troy by flattery was layde in dust For trecherous treason con●●steth in trust Thus flattery doth sacke Regions and Townes Flattery bereaues man of lym and of lyfe It spoileth Princes of theyr royall crownes A flatterer glorieth in mischiefe and strife In smooth tonges commonly deceipt is found rife Trust not such Syrens their hermonies hate Least in Cha●ibdis you drowne also late As did king Henry who yéelding to such As smoothly could cloake and couer theyr guile Suffred hipocrisie his state for to touch The proofe wherof did broch treason vile Obedience and loue false rebelles exile Their king they murthered O woe and alas How may I with teares his death ouerpas B But yet remember thou and thy trayne O Offenders moast vile wicked and ill D Doth God not traytors hate and disdaine VV We reade in his wrath destroye them he will. E Estéeme that his iustice lots them to spill L Looke with thy consorts from the East to the West Your guile is ostended God doth you d●test Your crime is to great your fa●●es worthy paine A scourge moast sharpe your sinne doth require what subiects nay traitors their prince would haue slain That dayly theyr welfare sought to desyre Correction most sharpe your sinne doth require In whome neither wisedome nor reason had place O Caines moast cruell and people past grace But ah why do I e●clame in this sorte Oh silly woman too weake than art founde To banquish these rebbelles so rype t'ertort Their Prince most faythful that did on trueth ground B●t ●est thae content though care do thee wound Ap●eale thou thou to God on him cast thy care who for the vniust his wrath doth prepare Thus lingring in woe my dolor increast Dame Nature constraind me to rush foorth my teares To sende foorth my sobs I no time haue ceast The heauens of my cryes iust record still beares The facte of this slaughter blowne in myne ●ares My cares made dabble I wayld day and night Yet pacience pure I plast in my sight But tyme at the last my cares did exile And Fortune prepard afresh for to smile Her pleasant lookes did last but small while Euen so list that dame of blisse me beguile Some Skots continuing theyr myschiefe moast vile Did yeelde me to drinke a cup of new care Wherein of sorowe I tasted my share 〈◊〉 anguish was such as to beare was to great Yet God was my guide on whome I did staye Though Fortune gan hardly me to intreate Yet to God by prayer I styll made my waye And though on my neck his scouge he did laye I gladly did yéelde his crosse for to beare And hoapt at the last the clowdes would wax cleare The Earle Lennox my spowse Lord Steward by name In Skotland as regent did beare the sway Under whose charge the younge king worthy fame As his Protector and Gouernor did stay To vpholde Iustice he laboured night and day The commons weale he sought stil to procure But no state of safegarde him selfe can assure At Starling he ment a Parliment to houlde Whereunto the states resorted with glée He sought that vertue myght still be extoulde ▪ And labour there to place loue and vnitie To him did accorde all the nobilitie Saue some most vnkinde that vertue did hate The foes of theyr countrey and regent my mate H Hautinesse came on to martch with his traine A And treason the Ensine and Standert did beare M Myschiefe made spéede the innocent to paine B Bouldnesse st●pt vp his rancor to reare L Lust longed to haue the blood of my deare E Enuy prest on at vnitie to grudge ▪ T Treason in this case presumd to be iudge O Order by fraud and contempt was troode downe V Uertue was quaild vice beare the sway N None more prest to blemish their Regentes renowne Then they that of right were borne him to ob●y Early in the morne to his place they tooke way His house they beset O cause of great care And entred the gates or ere he was ware Thus traitors through treason my déere in his bed ▪ With violence did of trueth rounde beset The voyce of theyr clamor amazed his ●ed The rage of these Rebels he ne might forget To weake was his force theyr practise to let Yet kéept he his chamber mauger their yre Tyll they did threate to consume him with 〈◊〉 Yet came he to parley before he did yéelde To those most sedicious cheef● aucthors of strife Who promisde theyr regent from perrill to shielde And vowde by oathes he should haue his lyfe But hard it s to trust where treason is ryfe Yet he to theyr handes him selfe did commit Supposing that they from fayth would not flyt But they not waying his estate nor renowne Nor yet dreading God that gouerns the skye With a pistole slew him in midst of the towne Th●se Rebels thus