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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08298	A pensiue soules delight The contents whereof, is shewen in these verses following. I. The pensiue soule recounteth in this place, Elizaes troubles, and Elizaes grace. 2. Here are expressed the stratagems of foes, Elizaes conquests, and their falls that rose. 3. Here is set forth Elizaes lenitie, and locust-Catholickes superbitie. By Iohn Norden.	Norden, John, 1548-1625?	1603 (1603)	STC 18627; ESTC S113318	15,454	48

by plaine submissiue word And yeelded rather to returne with shame Then enter combate for the cause they came So Solon-Cecill and graue Wotton went And gaue them parlie and the consequent Did wholy tend to great Elizaes fame The King and Queene of Scots and France should leaue The armes and titles of Elizaes Realmes By them vsurpt to which Pope Paul did heaue With English gems to decke their diadeames And further yeelded their submission As did Eliza set condition What greater honour could succeed then this What greater victory then yeelding is A regall guise to haue compassion Here were three vertues in Eliza found Her true and constant Magnanimity Her franke Compassion and her Wisedome sound All prest at once confirmd her dignity From whom haue sprung the dangers of our Queene From whence haue all fowle Enuies working beene But from the fountayne of that poysond well Of Romish Bushops and their cursed cell Where are fell Furies and fowle Monsters seene Did not Pope Pius quartus who succeedes The former Paul appeare like venemous And did he not sow here seditious seedes And did not againe Pope Pius quintus Succeeding him gaue tokens of despight Who did her sacred Maiesty indue With his fowle Bull that came with ougly roare Into this land her Highnes to vnmoare And to bereaue this Kingdome of her light And did he not dispence with fealtie That English Nobles and her subjects swore And plainely plighted to her Maiestie And stirr'd he not the Northerne Lords to gore Her Highnesse liege-men with his filthy Bull Though he preuailed not his hornes were dull Yet did his complices obey his hest And rais'd their force the Pope to reinuest Whence he was driuen their hearts of gall were full Full of despite breath'd on them by that beast That bellow'd horrour to the silly sheepe Whose bloud they sought to make their Enuies feast But he that gaue these silly ones to keepe To great Eliza gaue Eliza will And powre she suffer'd not the Wolues to kill Her lambes but sent her sauing heardsmen hence Sussex and Warwick who were their defence At whose aduent the Bull failde of his skill And failing fled An vgly sight to see A beast dismembred not by butchers knife The head amaz'd did flie the hornes too free Brake off The members do dispaire of life Head hastes to Scotland left the bulke behinde The body armes and legges were discombinde And suddenly captiu'de subdude or yelde Depriu'd of hope as men disarmde in fielde See now their errour led before as blinde Some of the trayne had iustly doome to dye Most did implore and got Elizaes grace And yet not one could reason iustifie As sit to liue of this rebellious race All vertues doe attend Elizaes trayne Valour and Mercy Iustice with these twayne Approue her absolute heroicke Queene No former worthy more diuine hath beene Nor won more honour neuer touch of stayne But how could Pius Pope excuse his spight In seeking true Elizaes life by sword How could he voyde iust sentence of his pride Her to depose by his ambitious word How could he cleare himselfe of subtilty Pretending to dispence with fealty Spight pride and fraude a trine aspect of hell Presaging ill euent out of that cell From whence proceedes nought but impiety This impius Bull of Pius baited thus Came led to London in false Feltons hand He tide the beast and left it furious At th' Bishops pallace in a leaden band The Bulheard left the game for others playe His seruice done dispaire egd him away The Bull grew meeker was with ease vntide The gamester gone the game was not reuide But left vnplaid vntill another day Francke gamester Felton laie aloofe awhile To heare and note successe of this fierce beast At last found out and brought from darke exile And sawe the game all done become a ieast Himselfe came forth to play his part on stage In publike view Pope Pius trustie Page He acted all as traytors vse to doe That after doome to execution goe Meane while the Bull was curbed of his rage The powers diuine that euer shelter make To shield Eliza from foule Enuies hand Stood vp and stopt the currant of this lake That threatn'd daunger to her selfe and land And leaues her not depriued of reueale Of all complots that would subuert her weale He Madders and Barlowes conspiracies Bewraide ere they brought forth their villanies They dide Iustice admitted no appeale My pensiue soule recomforted to see Elizaes freedome and her constant loue How Truth and Mercy in her linked bee And how her vertues her spred fame approue Cannot but lift in loue her worthy praise And laude his name who her for vs did raise And in her set Religion aptiuate Free for Religious to participate Iehouah's bountie in Elizaes dayes Iehouah's bountie and his loues defence Defendeth her and vs in her from foes Praise him he seekes no other recompence He heau'd her vp and we in her arose We did arise by tyrannie cast downe Shee shee our Moses lifted to the crowne Saw Corah Dathan and Abiram rise Rebellious troupes and sinke before her eies Dispaire them swallow at Elizaes frowne Confusion swallowes Rebels none can stand When they conspire in publique or conceald For who so takes a traytors taske in hand To worke Elizaes wrecke is soone reueald Their treasons seene whence is originall Sot Someruiles and that proud Parries gall That swore her death with resolution Couertly contriu'd by Romes elusion What issue came their owne infernall fall And yet was Parry by the Pope assurde His fact was worthy merit of heauens blisse What hellish vipers hath these Popes procurde To aime at her whose glorie makes them misse Her glory graced with Iehouahs grace Disgraceth them with her great glories face What could the fourteene great heroykes doe Whom eke the Pope to murder her did wooe Did they preuaile in that they had in chace Were they not found by high Iehouahs eye That winkes not at foule Enuies lifted fist He sees and swayes their foule malignitie And smites them downe within selfe Enuies list Yea though they do contriue their spight In fortaigne parts farre off they think from sight Iustice bewrayeth them where so they hide And selfe conceit leaues not them vndescride Themselues discouer in dispairing night Yea though they practise darknesse in the darke As diuellish witchcraft and the Magicke arts The diuel deceiues them and they misse the marke Yet he not his their play is of two parts They aime to hit high Ioues annointed Queene And misse he aimes at them his wiles vnseene And hits The Pope yet holiest of the rest Chiefe actor finding former shifts not blest He will haue execrable arts be seene And for his Nigromantiall practises Pickes out infernall instruments for fact As Prestall Phayer and their complices Hot-headed Story maister of the act This worke commenced darke deepe as hell Yet brought to light and lifted from that rell The diuel assured them Elizaes

shone and withred their delight And they discouered lay as in a dumpe When Mary Queene depriu'd of life was gone Then busie heads breath'd scruples into men For Princes dead then wakes Ambition And vgly strife starts out of hidious den And sowes sedition mongst the multitude Suggesting in successe sad seruitude Though our Eliza heire apparent stoode There wanted not of that inchaunted broode That argue in her sexe small fortitude Among all other doubts the difference Then in Religion seem'd greatest let And had it not bene heauens prouidence That swayes mens mindes and concord set It might haue raisde in Realme sad mutinie But great Elizaes magnanimitie Conioynd with loue made all applaude her raigne And Mary dead they all do shewe them faine To see Eliza in her dignitie Selfe day of Maries death she was proclaim'd With greatest ioy faire Englands Queene Although to let it still foule Enuy aim'd Without preuaile the gall of hearts were seene The Trumpet sounded men for ioy did smile And gaue true signes of ioy for Romes exile That held Truth captiue by Eliza freede Who brought in sowers of that sacred seede That soone grew great and branched in a while And she true Lady lifted to the crowne Ioyes not so much in her high honors throne As in the bringing of fowle Enuy downe That then aloft imposed cause of moane On men then mou'd and did retaine the light That shone as starres in that darke vgly night Which had eclipsed all the Realme throughout That none could see Truthes sun dark round about Yet some in darknesse did continue bright Though when their beames were brightly seene to shine The wolues that wandred for their pray them found And them deuour'd or clapt in dismall shrine Fast tide vntill Eliza them vnbound And brought them forth vnto the light of Sunne And op'd truthes booke A world to see men run To heare and learne the truth long kept from view Forlorne forsaken of that dreadfull crew Now all imbrace Elizaes worke begun And then begun her fruites of faith be seene And publikely she made her loues protest Ere she assum'd the Scepter of a Queene She would through Ioue giue church distressed rest And rest her selfe on his all sacred powre Which well she witnest comming from the Towre Before she did set forward lifts her eyes Giues praise to him in whom all safetie lies Her strong pauilion and her sauing bowre To him with heart and humble voyce she gaue All laud for loue wherein he had preseru'd Her selfe from death her person from the graue To see that ioyfull day yet not deseru'd She did confesse his mercies onely rays'd Her from her dangers And as Dauid prays'd She prays'd his name This argument of grace Gaue gracefull tokens to adorne the place The regall throne Her foes saw it and gays'd They gays'd and grieu'd to see the splending rayes Of great Elizaes fame spread farre and neere Their eyes of spight gaue ayme vnto her wayes She wauered not her vertues shined cleere The Sunny beame of high Iehouahes loue Led her aright All her delight aboue Not in earthes glory which might leade awrye She had Truthes touch and Image in her eye Which no delight or fancy could remoue In this Truthes constant state Eliza stood A liuely mirrour set before our eyes And still she stands Nurse and giues the foode To Iacobs line in whome lifes promise lies Oh great Eliza whome the powers diuine Diuinely helde from falling by loues line She holds the line whereon dependeth peace Truthes peace and plenty and sad warres decease Or else preserues when foes in force combine As hath appeared in her Royall dayes When troupes of troubles haue presented feare By force in field by secret spights essayes By Magicke Art and poysons who did beare Preseruing stroke but high Iehouah's hand He will preserue were troubles as the sand As will the sequele of this worke declare Wherein some practises described are As were prepar'd her though they could not stand A Pensiue soules delight Here are expressed the startagems of foes Elizaes conquests and their falls that rose TAke off the vaile and ope your dimmed eies All ye seduced by the man of sin Conceiue aright consider whence do rise And where the dangers of this Realme begin Looke into Rome the piller of your pride And flatter not the things should be enuide As treasons murders and conspiracies Dreadfull Inuasions and sad miseries These are her fruite they cannot be denide Can thirst for blood stand with Religion Can hatefull murder craue a recompence Then holy writ is but a fiction Tweene sinne and sanctitie no difference To murther Princes meritorious A worke that makes the worker glorious Is 't faith by workes or workes by faith they showe In sheading blood and seeking ouerthrow Of Prince and people a thing most odious How did Pope Paule the fourth fawne on the French And fed their second Francis with desire By force to mount faire Englands Regall bench Who was with ease inuited to aspire In Maries name his Queene Queene of Scots He did pretend with sword to solue the knots That rightly knit Eliza to the Crowne But right by force is sildome seene puld downe Nor for her right Eliza would cast lots As Paule pretends in sentencing our Queene No Queene French Francis in conceit was King And stylde him King as if he King had bene And Francis soaring by ambicious wing Eggd by the Guise did send his force with speede To Scotland English Papists first were feede To aide the French and thence the Realme t' inuade A match but halfe not by both parties made Though strong cōceit might thinke it won indeed But when Eliza saw French Francis rise And fetch his runne to leape into her Land She knew the practise of seditious Guise On whose aspiring wyles the King did stand The Pope the King and Papists stoode Combinde in one in hot aspiring moode And our Eliza lately raisde behelde This play begun Ensignes displayde in fielde She not dismayd nor fearing Enuies broode But soone consulted with Nobilitie Resolu'd and sent her warlike forces hence They paste the Tweede in magnanimity As eger of their Queenes and Realmes defence The French were to the Scots vnwelcome guests Therefore the Scots made English high protests To ioyne their forces to the English bandes A Realme with Realme in loue combined stands Farre more secure then it disiuncted rests But when the French had view of English force And saw Elizaes loue had wonne the Scots The French dismay and sue for quicke diuorce Wishing Pope Paul were present at the lots Where he with his vnwonted warlike trayne Had seene sad sorrow sequell of disdayne That erst disdaynd Elizaes Diademe To take it off and rob her of her Realme And expedition plotted by his brayne The French saw ruine right before their eyes If they should buckle by the dint of sword A dreadfull myst of feare on them did rise And they sought peace