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The life and death of Thomas Wolsey Cardinall Diuided into three parts: his aspiring, triumph, and death. By Thomas Storer student of Christ-church in Oxford.
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Storer, Thomas, 1571-1604.
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1599
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how to rate The long appointed prouidence of Fate For excellencie euer beares this mind By no inferior skill to be defin'd Let Art in generall seeme to begin To specifie let euery perfect sence Conceiue and in conceit all greatnesse winne Yet hath my glorie cause of best pretence When I am best defin'd by difference Describe me then and there described are Might wisedome eminence beyond compare To which my threefold ioy the thrice exceeding The grace-vouchsafing presence of my King Added the spirit of more high proceeding Chaunging my tenour to a sweeter string For Phoebus neuer better light doth bring Then when he takes from Ioues imperiall seate If not his light yet influence more great For once he maskt those his victorious eies Wherein both maiestie and mercy shin'd Eclipsed as he thought but no disguise Nor sight-deluding torchlight so could blind My wandring eies but euer in my mind Somewhat suggested me there should be One Deseru'd more then my place a royall throne The very place wherein a Prince appeares Discernes his presence makes the chamber blest Like planets are they knowne within their spheres Or as Halcyon with her turning brest Demonstrates wind from wind and east from west This is a certaine Nature of estate It cannot masked be nor change his gate And as defaults will more conspicuous be How much th'offender greater is esteem'd So vertue in a princely body see Lamp like and farre more excellently deem'd That in such vnity it seldome seem'd In mutuall approach of highest blisse Whether more graced each by other is How are they blinded then that dare conspire The least offence against great soueraigntie Or with Prometheus touch one sparke of fire Kindled within the breast of Maiestie How blind that cannot see serenitie O let them neuer more inioy their sights Prometheus-like let Vultures gnaw their lights Who stoppes the triumph of my chariots course Or charmes the swiftnesse of my Fortunes blast Why lies my pride at anchor to discourse And weary Muse why make you so smal hast What are you silent shall I not be grac'de By sea and land whom sea and land haue founde With wind by land with tide at sea renownde Their violence neuer draue mee to the north Whence by the Prouerbe nothing comes but ill By great Promotion I proceeded foorth That worthie Pilot that hath wondrous skill To drawe and withdrawe promise and fulfill At my returne to doe the prouerbe due Either I found or made the prouerbe true Why should I doe a seely prouerbe wrong That meant not mee not I his authour knew O had he power to make his prouerbe strong Or good or bad then fortune might renue My former fauours be that sentence true This answer is enough for my defence No harme I came but halfe the way from thence And comming from a climate moist and cold I fear'd the south would be too hot for me Especially the court when vncontroll'd Within the honest North I might be free From scorching hatred happy is that see Whose Prelate sees no courtiers none of these That come a fleecing in their dioecese Which sanctity nathlesse pretends no harme But zealous hindrance of the churches pride Who lately would impropriate a Farme Vnto the church Nay who doth not deride The poore fee simple on the churches side And laugh within themselues to see such trickes Babes in their cradles heires to Bishoprickes Before I stoopt I hoou'red for my pray And stopt my westerne Knight that once stockt me Within the Temple gate I made him stay In tenure of Knights-seruice where his fee Was like his practise short of his degree And there he deckt the tower with great excesse Would God men could out-build their wickednesse Then should the rich foundation princely layd Of this faire church halfe expiate my sinnes Or were as much of my great ransome payd As here is laide of this but nought he winnes That cannot finish that which he beginnes In some calme rest my troubled soule would bide Might I but where I built be iustifi'de My buildings stand without an Echoes sound Yet they are loftie and the waters nigh What bashful Eccho walks the solemne round Or rather what inhabitants or why Or else how long wil they my worth deny If by the waters side my building lie Shall that faire riuer drowne my memory The pedant minister and seruing clarke The ten-pound base frize-ierking hireling The Farmers Chaplaine with his quarter marke The twentie noble Curate and the thing Cald Elder all these gallants needes will bring All reuerend titles into deadly hate Their godly calling and my high estate It ill befits my triumph to acquaint The shew thereof with such a rabblement Or turne my glory to a light complaint But that I would afford each complement As princes do to cause their meriment Diuiner fooles then these sprung vp of late Did neuer Porter bring within his gate Tis superstition to erect high towers But great religion to enioy their height Folly to spend the vtmost of our powers To kindle sacred learnings ioyfull light And saue the Muses from eternall night But had none founded Colledges and Schooles Whence had they wisedome to account vs fooles Alureds owne wings and Bayliols owne zeale Both Kings renowmed for their gracious deede The three religious Winchesters did seale Their praises and their statutes with like speede Nor do the Lincolnes want deserued meede Why should not I of Yorke by right expect Equall remembrance for my greater act Wolseius moriens VIth honorable burdens I haue tir'de My Fortunes wheele that it can turne no more The leases of my lordships are expir'de My lamp burnt out poore Metaphors great store To trope my miseries my heart growes sore Help me for I haue surfeited of late Some Paracelsian of a sublimate Sublim'd indeede but all the purest gone The treasure is in others coffers laid Now write Melpomene my tragicke mone Call Neroes learned maister he will ayd Thy failing quill with what himselfe once sayd Neuer did Fortune greater instance giue In what fraile state prowd Magistrates do liue Behold my graue where scarce lies any stone To couer me nor roofe to couer it And when thou seest our ruines both in one One Epitaph will equally befit The church and me let neuer man of wit Be vsde therein paint on the churches wall Here lies an Abbey there a Cardinall The North was neuer warme since I came thence Leicester was neuer rich since I lay there O blasting spirit of me dead influence In countries whose poore wasted Hemisphere Did euer since a greater burden beare Teares that should fall from eies of each degree Are Isicles and will not melt for me The peoples hearts of late are strung so hard That they will breake before one note shall sound Or so vntunable that still they iar'de Their braines so like the Moone whose coate they found That teares for toyes and not true cause abound Call vp my spirites themselues all are
asleepe Distill my ashes yet they cannot weepe All as my Chrysom so my winding sheete None ioy'de my birth none mourn'd my death to see The short Parenthesis of life was sweete But short what was before vnknowne to me And what must follow is the Lords decree The period of my glory is exprest Now of my death and then my Muse take rest Not such as I tooke when they from me hent The Seale of England by great Henries will Wherein his picture with his fauour went A double losse They that haue Courtiers skill They that haue fauor let them signe their bill While wax is warme and Fortune seemes to blesse And Princes seale is ready to impresse For I vnseal'd was open to the view Of all that read my fortune some woulde say They thought as much before but that's vntrue Because they saw no likelihood of decay No bird that striu'd nor beast that lost his way But men interpreted and made a glosse Imagining them Prophets of my losse My Crosses fall and Chaplains broken head Were Oracles in silence cause of feare Emblemes of trouble impreses of dread Doubt and suspition in my minde did reare Heauy conceits when nothing did appeare Such are the desperate troubles of our soule Where greater things the better things controule The day was now approaching nigh at hand Of my enstalment in Yorkes gracious See Th'aeternall Prouidence did then withstand M'intented enterprise but things must be As heau'ns fore-seeing wisedome shall decree The mace of Honor borne like Vertues crest Was now laid on my shoulder for arrest I did not meane with Predecessors pride To walke on cloth as custome did require More fit that cloth were hung on either side In mourning wise or make the poore attire More fit the dirige of a mournfull quire In dull sad notes all sorrowes to exceede For him in whom the Princes loue is dead I am the toombe where that affection lies That was the closet where it liuing kept Yet wisemen say affection neuer dies No but it turnes and when it long hath slept Lookes heauy like the eie that long hath wept O could it die that were a restfull state But liuing it conuerts to deadly hate My seruants shal like bondmen serue the time My guard attend without or welt or gard We now are subiect to another clime Vaine pride and sumptuous pomp we must discar'd For from my losse they haue their iust reward Now is captiuity the first degree Of downefall by commission falne on me But why do I heere cease at my arrest By which I am prouoked to proceede O Libertie how much is that man blest Whose happy fortune do his fates areede That for Deserts reioyces to be freede Much more may others grieue and much more I That for Desert haue lost our Libertie By short and heauy iourneys I was brought To Sheffield parke there taking sweeterepose Where true Nobilitie intirely sought T'ennoble griefe and entertaine my woes O how doth heau'n the course of cares dispose By enterchange of honor and of pleasure To augment our miseries exceeding measure His traines attendance shew'd my glories past Bitter remembrance and my present shame Vnhappy presence and the times of waste Accusing all when I deseru'd the blame Accursing Change that keepes mee not the same Let him that sees his priuate miserie Auoid the prospect of prosperitie It breeds pale Enuy and sad Discontent Procures offence before a proffered wrong Torments it selfe till all conceits are spent And thoughts deliuered by malitious tongue Then rapt with violent fury growes so strong That it enuenomes all our humane parts Blind-iudging eies and sense-confounding harts Farre better had I met vpon the way Legions of Lazars ghosts of men vniust Afflicted spirits tormented night and day With Prides remembrance and incestuous lust Appearing in their ornaments of dust Such passengers might well haue met with me Of like profession and of like degree Ages to come will thankfully admire That princes worth which pittied prelates want Those benefits are noble and entire But in few grounds increaseth such a plant Since their old vertuous rootes are growne so scant Professions doubt breedes good house-keepers care That though they would yet few there are that dare Sicknesse the Herault of armes hearts and all Frustrating all arrests arrests my health Stopping my vitall powres and did fall So violent and with so sodaine stealth As that it ceaz'd on all my spirits wealth Some thought it was a wind and sooth they say It blew my breath my life and all away By this time and t'was more then high time now Another Knight was sent me from the King To whom saluting me I gan a vow My innocencie till his words did ring A peale of ioyes neuer did Syren sing Nor Sayler heare such musike on the seas Sweetly to sound and rauishingly please The King said he thereat I lowly bent Commends him then I rear'd my heart againe Commaunds me how I muz'd at his intent Assure you that his Grace doth still remaine His royall selfe your louing soueraigne And wills you by his beames your thoughts to cleere Shrowded so long in clowdes of heauy cheere Where blind reports haue buzzed in his eares Some heinous crimes wherein you should offend Since no sound proofe no certaintie appeares He reckes them of no truth nor to no end Which made him in his princely iudgement send To heare your triall and not iudge before He could commaund no lesse you craue no more I thank't him for his kindnesse and repli'de Did now the liuehood of my youth remaine Had not my strength late with my honor di'de No opposite occasion could restraine My iourney poste but yet ere Phoebus waine Haue drawne him twice vnto his westerne rest I hope to be in better health addrest Two Agonies at once each in his kind Vnite themselues and so diuided me The bodies griefe and passions of the mind Agreeing in strength and striuing in degree Worke on their subiect leauing one to be Patient of sicknesse suppliant of mone And I poore I must be that odious one My Mitre with two toppes deceiu'd my head Within one top of Antichrists owne crowne In this I blessed am in being dead Before I wore that weight that casts men downe The soules and bodies both be ouerthrowne And were my Rotchet true religions staine Repenting teares now wash it white againe Comming to Leicester hard at their gate The Abbot with his Couent and their lights Met me O then againe I saw the state Not mine but theirs not theirs but churches rights This was the last of all the holy nights When no pure Planet would this sadnesse see The very toarches dropt blacke teares for me The Abbot meeting me stood halfe amaz'd Doubting what title should befit me best Seeing him silent when I had embrac'd Thus opned I the closure of my brest Father I come to take my latest rest Vouchsafe for this vile flesh some holy shrine Prouide a place to lay