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Queene Elizabeths teares: or, Her resolute bearing the Christian crosse inflicted on her by the persecuting hands of Steuen Gardner Bishop of Winchester, in the bloodie time of Queene Marie. Written by Christopher Leuer.
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Lever, Christopher, fl. 1627.
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makes them foolish that are iudged wise And Winchester we instance this in thee Whose houres in studious care were euer spent To bring this Ladie her extreamitie Yet for that God did see thy hearts intent He blunts thy edge O bloudie instrument And belows-like he make thy enuious breath To make hir liue thou woldst haue blowne to death Thus God can mocke the subtilties of men Letting them runne the passage they propose Seeming regardlesse yet regardfull then His eie their hidden secrets can disclose For Prouidence in euery passage goes That howsoere mens pollicies doe plot They haue had issue if God fauour not So God was pleasd with prouidence and care This vertuous holy Lady to defend To binde their force and breake their hidden snare That euill men for euill did intend And now the Queene doth for her Sister send Where when she was presented on her knee She thus protesteth her integrity Dread Soueraigne I your seruant here present My selfe as true vnto your life and state As is the spirite of an innocent And so let God my griefe extenuate As I doe wish you to be fortunate And let the heauens their benefits denie To all that enuy at your Maiestie The Queene with angry maiestie then saith You stand too much vpon your innocence Too confident in your suspected faith It would be better to cast off pretence And plainely to acknowledge your offence The Princesse saide The guiltie should confesse And so would I if I had guiltinesse But God that sees the very secret thought Knowes in my heart there is no guiltines That there was neuer any treason wrought Or any thought of such vnworthines If then I should against my selfe confesse I bring my selfe an euerlasting shame To brand the reputation of my name O let it please your Princely maiestie That I your seruant may receiue this grace That Law it selfe my innocence may trie That Law may be impartiall in this case And if that Law doe quit me of disgrace Then let your seruant haue a gratious eie If not let Lawe and Iustice make me die If you be then so righteous saith the Queene Belike you 'l say that we vnrighteous are And that your troubles haue vnrighteous beene And so the guilt on vs you doe transferre And make them righteous that vnrighteous are And so to make your owne purgation You lay on vs the imputation The Ladie then let not my Soueraigne Haue that construction of my duteous heart Long may your reputation God maintaine And much may he inlarge your high desart And if I may my secret heart impart I do protest it doth my spirit good To see such honour in my neerest blood And for the sorrowes that I doe indure I know the cause is not your owne desire But that some other did the hurt procure And stirr'd your anger with their enuious fire Against your Grace and me they doe conspire That would the neerenesse of our loue diuide Whome God and Nature haue so neerely tide Nature euen in the Queene was powrefull strong And makes her spirit haue a feeling sense And now she thinkes her Sister hath had wrong And in her heart she blames their diligence That causlesse thus did cause this great offence And to her selfe she saith I doe offend Are we not Sisters why should we contend Yet would she not expresse her inward heart Nor then giue demonstration of her loue Nor did she then to any one impart What she in her intention did approue But sure she had a purpose to remoue The fire of indignation from her breast Which Steuen had kindl'd with so much vnrest The sequele did approue the good intent For now the beames of mercie doe appeare The Queene doth free her long imprisonment Remoues her Gailer whome she most did feare And now she giues her licence to repaire Vnto her home where when she did arriue A peacefull quiet doth her griefe depriue Now I haue runne the passage I intended I do not know how fortunate I runne My verse is done now that her griefe is ended And she at rest my busie care is done The cloudes do vanish that be dimm'd this Sunne And God that in her sorrowes did protect her Now in her rise he labours to erect her Gardner the worst of all her enemies The heauens cut short his ill-attempting breath And made him perish with his subtilties But when that Time had giu'n Queene Mary death The heauens then smiled on Elizabeth And now those great ones that enui'd hir Grace Haue left to her the greatnesse of their place Where like the Sunne she was most glorious bright Casting her beames of mercie euery where And euery where she giues a glorious light All other lights to her but little were So matchlesse was she and so wondrous rare As for to verse her glories I refuse Leauing that Labour for a better Muse. I neuer toucht Parnassus with my sight Nor did the Muses euer teach me rhyme Only in humble verse I take delight Nor doe I loue the higher straines to clime This plainenesse makes me t'vnfit the time But if that Arte vnto my verse were giuen She then should liue in verse that liue's in heauen FINIS
greatest vse great industrie Watching each little fauour to imbrace And prowd themselues to be in Beauties grace Yet when the best of Beauty men haue got If not olde Age the Graue will make it rot Where are those Beauties which the world admirde That with attraction slau'd the hearts of men Within their graues these Ladies are retirde And all their beautie is decay'd with them What is 't in Beautie we should value then For those that were of most admired face Are now confined to a rotten place Beautie is like a Comet in the Aire Which being lighted by the burning Sunne Seemes to the strange beholder wondrous faire But when the matter of the light is done The fire goes out In like comparison Let Beautie like the fairest starre be bright Beauty will set and be as blacke as night It well befits the spirit of great blood To loue that least which is of common vse Then why should Beauty be esteemed good Which many commons commonly abuse For where in wisedome Nature doth refuse To giue to many beautie of the face A little Arte will couer that disgrace Looke as the Earth bedeckt with beauteous flowres The pretty children of the earth and spring Warm'd with the Sun and fed with heauenly showres Haue but a little time of tarrying So when the winter of our age shall bring Our fading time our Beauty like the floure Cannot this winter of our age indure This nothing of desert cannot perswade That I should feare this Image of my death The beauty of the minde will neuer fade Which I must value deerer than my breath Who would aduenture heauen for little earth The beauteous name of Truth for which I die Exceedes the beautie of the fairest eie If these respects haue not the powre to moue That haue beene powrefull in great Potentates For many great ones haue desired Loue And for their Loue haue wasted great Estates And for their Loue haue oft prou'd desperates But for the base desire of hauing much Neuer way any of the Princely such He that of wealth desireth any more Than may suffice an honest compotence Fills to a vessell that is full before Which ouerrunnes with prodigall expence What Care put in with greedy diligence Exceeding wealthy the contented are That with their little haue but little care Among great euills Auarice is chiefe Attended on by many miseries Whose like is well resembled in the Thiefe Who thriueth most by many robberies So he that would by greedie Mammon rise Must like a Thiefe by some deuise or other Make himselfe rich by taking from another And hence it is that men in euery trade Haue secret Art to raise a wealthy state Whereby their base beginnings oft are made To large possessions wondrous fortunate Yet righteous God that doth iniustice hate Oft giues to wealth thus gotten such an Heire Or freely spends what Auarice did spare Desire of much doth oft beget desire To rob the Orphane and the widdow mother Makes that in bloud we many times conspire Against the very bosomes of our brother The couetous doe feede one of another For when mens hearts on this Desire are set They care not what the meanes be so they get And therefore is't that Law hath many Cases And euery Case wrapt vp in double sense And euery sense of traueld in Law places As the Professour for his diligence Must weare the Case that is in difference Desire of wealth is then an euill cause That thus corrupts the Tenor of good lawes What should I number vp these euills more Whose repetition grieues my better mind Croesus is gone with all his heaped store Leauing no more than euill name behinde Who can one penny of his treasure finde Then Honour Beauty and Desire of gaine Are pleasures that but little time remaine God is my honour God's the beauteous face Which I with greedie appetite beholde He is my treasure that I would embrace He is my honour beautie and my gold To purchase him all others I haue solde Sith I am Gods and God is mine then I Make it my all for this my God to die Thus did this Ladie with herselfe dispute And to her selfe she framde such argument As in her purpose made her resolute To beare what ere those euill times present Griefe is not felt by one so patient For what though men lay all their euills on vs A little Patience beares their euills from vs. Good Ladie she had onelie this one care So holy Mary had but onelie one How she for happie death might best prepare For this she spends her cogitation Her houres in prayer her time in meditation When Death comes thus to our prepared daies We honour God and get eternall praise Such was the Saint the Sinner was not so Such was the Lambe the Butcher different Such was the Larke the Bussard that 's below Mounts to a pitch to sease the innocent The good the bad the base the eminent So opposite as she in euills least Suffers the prowd controlement of a Priest Steuen it was thy contriuement and thy care To persecute the cause for which Steuen bled Betwixt two Steuens what differences are Yet both of you with bloud were sprinckled Thou martiredst many he was martired How ill it fittes thee to be called Steuen Thy nature is from hell thy name from heauen Thou hadst the name and place of Gardner To dresse the Vintage thou commaundest o're But by thy hand the hedges broken were Which holy Church had fenced in before And thou thy selfe prowd Gardner like a Bore Rootst vp the floure and fruitfull bearing tree That in Gods holy Gardens fairest be The reuerend name of Bishop that was giuen Ill sorted with thy strong desire of blood Those hie deseruings were not found in Steuen That correspond the name of Fatherhood Where all is euill there is nothing good And so thy names and nature disagree As opposites in their extreamitie Bishops if they would correspond their name Must be composde of mercifull respect For God is such whence their creation came Who hath from many numbers them select To patterne holy life to Gods elect And sith to Princes God hath giuen the Sword Let them be princely onely in Gods word What is 't they be inuested in their white And weare the holy Orders of their place If vnto foule offence they haue delight That will their whited vestiments disgrace Pride and Ambition in a Prelats face Are vglie formes nor is their Priesthoode good That wash their hands in holy Martires blood If any thinke I speake with enuious breath And wrong the iust deseruings of this man He is deceiu'd it is Elizabeth Whose tribulation she indured than Stirres vp more angrie bloud than Enuie can And if the trueth in Stories be recorded He was the worst of men those times affoorded Witnes this Ladie of deserued praise Witnes the much affliction she indur'd Witnes the number of her grieued daies Witnes the prisons where she was immur'd