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A08186
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Sir Thomas Ouerburies vision With the ghoasts of Weston, Mris. Turner, the late Lieftenant of the Tower, and Franklin. By R.N. Oxon.
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Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.
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me And let my story in your clossets be As the true glasse which there you looke vpon That by my life ye may amend your owne Obserue each step when first I did begin To tread the path that lead from sin to sin Vntill my most vnhappie foote did lite In guiltlesse blood of this impoisned Knight After I had in Court begun to tast Of idle ease I daily fedde so fast Vpon false pleasure that at last I did Climbe Citharaeas hill like wanton kid In fertile pastures playing naught did feare me I thought that roaring Lyon would not teare me Two darling sinnes too common and too foule With their delights did then bewitch my soule First pride aray'd me in her loose attires Fed my fond fancie fat with vaine desires Taught me each fashion brought me ouer-seas Each new deuise the humorous time to please But of all vaine inuentions then in vse When I did liue none suffer'd more abuse Then that phantasticke vgly fall and ruffe Daub'd o're with that base starch of yellow stuffe O that my words might not be counted vaine But that my counsell might find entertaine With those whose soules are tainted with the itch Of this disease whom pride doth so bewitch That they doe thinke it comely not amisse Then would they cast it off and say it is The baud to pride the badge of vanity Whose very sight doth murther modestie Ye then detesting it they all would knowe Some wicked wit did fetch it from belowe That here they might expresse by this attire The colour of those wheeles of Stygian fire Which prides plūg'd ofspring with snake-powdred haire About their necks in Plutoes Court doe weare Thus pride the pandar to luxurious thoughts Did guide me by the hand through those close vaults That lead to lusts darke chambers darke as night The eyes of lust doe ne're abide the light But here perhaps some curious dame who knowes No good but what her outward habit showes Will iudge my true complaint as most vniust In that I call her pride the band to lust But had her bodie windowes in each side That each one might behold her heart of pride There might one see the cause why she doth trimme Tricke vp and decke defects in euery limme And hauing seene the same may iustly say Her loose attire doth her loose mind bewray Of this the sad effects of yore were seene In Lady Alfrith sometimes Englands Queene Whose Lord Earle Ethelwald at first held deare To her affection when that he did heare That his great Sou'raigne royall Edgar hee Whom eight Kings row'd vpon the riuer Dee Vnto his house did purpose to repaire Knowing his deerest Lady wondrous faire And the King young and wanton did desire That shee would lay aside her rich attire And choosing meaner weeds her art apply To dimme that beautie which did please the eye But shee inconstant Lady knowing well That beauty most set forth doth most excell As precious stones when they are set in gold Are then most faire and glorious to behold Arai'd her selfe in all her proud attire To set victorious Edgars heart on fire Who caught like silly flie into the flame At suddaine sight of such a dainty dame To coole the heat of his lust-burning will Her wronged husbands guiltlesse blood did spill With pride thus tasting of that wanton cup Which lust did giue me I was giuen vp To loose desire which bruitish sinne since here In it's owne shape it may not well appeare Least it offend all modest eyes and eares I onely doe lament with my true teares Yet giue me leaue in some few words to tell This wanton world into what horrid hell Of wicked sinnes foule lust did make me fall That vnchast youth from lust I may recall As euery euill humour which is bred In humane bodies couets to be fed With that ill nutriment which doth increase The same vntill it grow to some disease Incurable so did my loose desire In vaine delights seeke fewell for the fire So long vntill aye me vnto my shame It did burst forth and burne me in the flame I left my God t' aske counsell of the deuill I knew there was no helpe from God in euill As they that goe on whooring vnto hell From thence to fetch some charme or magicke spell So ouer Thames as o're th' infernall lake A wherrie with their oares I oft did take Who Charon-like did waft me to that Strand Where Lambeths towne to all well knowne doth stand There Forman was that fiend in humane snape That by his art did act the deuills ape Oft there the blacke Inchanter with sad lookes State turning ouer his blasphemous bookes Making strange characters in blood-red lines And to effect his horrible designes Oft would he inuocate the fiends below In the sad house of endlesse paine and woe And threaten them as if he could compell Those damned spirits to confirme his spell O prophane wretches ye that doe forsake Your faith your God and your owne soules to take Aduise of Sorcerers againe to finde Some trifle lost why will ye be so blind On some base beldam for lost things to fawne To gaine whose losse ye leaue your soules in pawne Too many too much wronged by the time Do thinke this great idolatrie no crime But let them marke the path which they do tread And they shall see that in it they are lead From hope and helpe to hurt and all annoy From him that made to him that doth destroy But without mercie here let no sterne eye Looke on my faults alas for charity Let all with pitty my offence bemone Since that it was not my offence alone The strongest soone doe slip as I did fall For woe is me I was seduc'd to all Yee that detest my now detected shame And thinke that ye shall neuer meet the same Thinke how the friendship and the auncient loue Of some great Lady long enioy'd may mooue And thinke with that how much the rising state Of some great man my sex might animate I was not base but borne of gentle blood My nature of it selfe inclin'd to good But wormes in fairest fruit doe soonest breed Of heauenly grace best natures haue most neede Iust heauen did suffer me as I begunne To hasten on from vice to vice and runne My selfe in sinnefull race quite out of breath That sinne at last might punish sinne by death For when those wantons whose vniust desire Had vrg'd me on so farre that to retire I knew was vaine as I before to lust Had beene a minister so now I must Ioyne hands in blood which they did plot and studye O who would thinke that women-kind were bloody But when our chastitie we doe forgoe That lost what then will wee refuse to doe This did that Romane proud Scianus know Who hating Drusus as his deadly foe And basely seeking to betray his life Did first allure faire Liuia Drusa's wife To poyson her owne Lord that in his stead