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The mirror of martyrs, or The life and death of that thrice valiant capitaine, and most godly martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham
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Weever, John, 1576-1632.
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most bride-groome like doth rise Soone as the morne vnbarres her christall gate So Bullingbrooke vnto the gazers eyes Riseth in Richards royall chaire of state Whose rising was the cause that millions fel That we in peace and endlesse pleasure dwel Great Bolingbrooke this type of chiualrie In ayding false-faith-breaking Orleance Against the hote assault of Burgundie Whose ciuil warres neere driue him out of France To higher honour willing me to call Of al the forces made me generall Then ledde I warre mailde vp in sheetes of brasse Drawne in a Charriot with amaze and horror Whose fiery steedes Bellona sterne would lash To strike the Frenchmen in an vncouth terror Feare clamour wrath warres followers but assembled The French astonisht turned backe and trembled Burgundie stonisht which so prowdly vaunted Turn'd backe and trembled turning warre to peace So much our souldiers sight his courage daunted So much the Frenchmen lou'd to liue at ease How would these warriors then haue feard to fight When with out looks whole myriads tooke their flight Marke what ensues for marking it deserues With this dayes honour Orleance not content But from his oath and neare alliance swerues And a bold challenge to king Henry sent But once forsworne and be forsworne for euer A Traitor once will be a subiect neuer Henry to calme the Sea of war betraid Rebates the edge of choller with aduise Most mildlie answeres to the challenge made So of himselfe the Conquerour did rise Which conquest is a far more kinglie boast Then for to brag the conquering of an hoast Proude Orleance marching with six thousand strong For hate deepe rooted hardlie left in Frenchmen Beseig'd the Towne of Vergie three moneths long Three hundred English onlie there entrencht then Of which smal force in force great to withstand hers I and Sir Robert Antfield were commaunders Three months expyr'd mind-loftie Orleance Saw that his Souldiers courage gan recoile With that retyr'd his forces back to France Without all honour victorie or spoile All Guien since for sauing of their Towne Long time gaue tribute vnto Englands Crowne With Thomas Percie Worcesters braue Earle Against the French againe I went to fight Percie of bold aduenterous knights the pearle Many to sword but more we put to flight In wars abroad in ciuill broiles at home Oldcastle still selected was for one Then high-resolued Hotspur Scotlands terrour The child of Mars and magnanimitie The throne of fame wars palme knighthoods mirrour Ioin'd with the Yorkists made a mutinie Thus ill to worse and worse to woâ—se did fall Worst to rebellion which was worse then all To raise all people sooner to commotion The Archbishop let the commons vnderstand In guilfull Rhetoricke that it was deuotion Which caus'd them take these home-bred warrs in hand This euer is a Rebels chiefe pretence To vaile his treason or'e with innocence Looke how a Swarme of hony-gathering Bees The Muses birds leauing their luscious bowers Follow their king in order and degrees Vntill they find some arbour deckt with flowers And then they murmur hum and all rejoice Euen so the Commons yeelding made a noice And followed Percie to these ciuill broiles Who made no doubt of Henries victorie Emboldened by Scotlands late-won spoiles Yet left him slaine behind at Shrewsbury And all the Armie ventrous valorous bold Hote on the spur now in the spur lie cold If this deserue a Conquerours praise For with a Conquest this may make comparison Engirt my temples with triumphant baies Gainst Percie then I led a garrison Percie so cald because he pierst the eie Of the Scots king and set Northumbers free Prest then I was with Iohn of Lancaster Vertues Pyramides fames imagerie We vanquished our foes at Doncaster With wisedome not with rash temeritie T is often seen ill-pleasing accidents Proceed from rage and hare-braind hardiments No day which would not me to wars importune No warres but got palme-crowned victorie No victorie but brought her handmaide fortune No fortune but enlarg'd my dignitie Daies wars victorie fortune and renowne Cald me so high to cast me lower downe On Sea the mild-aspecting heauens would guide me Whereon who fares may not commaund his waies Cherubs on earth and Seraphins would hide me Vnder their brode gold-flaming winged raies On Sea on Land the Heauens and Angels all First fauourd me at last to make me fall Fall ah no fall but honour-climing staire Staire ah no staire but prince-ascending Throne Throne ah no throne but Ioues gold-scorning chaire Chaire ah no chaire but Heauen her selfe alone That no tong mind nor Art can tell think measure My crownd soule-pleasing sweet joy mirth pleasure The radiant Eos which so brightlie shone Whose lamps enlightned all this Hemisphare Henry the fourth vnto Elisium's gone Of whose departure England gins to feare Her soddain fall and iudg'd by outward signe Henry the fifth would lose his fathers shine Looke how the Suns approach doth ouershade The lesser stars from entercourse of sight But from the worlds quick-ere the Sun conuaide The Stars receiue from him their former light Stars by the Sun Sun in the stars be graced In Sun in Stars heauens sun-bright glori's placed Henry the fift euen thus did rise whose shine Of vertue dimm'd all kings before him quight He being barred from his glorious shrine Their memorie reuiu'd and shone more bright Thus they by him and he in them was graced In them in him faire Englands glorie placed Now one by none but one makes all illustrious One the first mouer of this firmament In ruling all her orbes and spheares industrious Sun stars all plannets are to her obedient Like the first mouer as she now appeares O that she might all England moue his yeares When Henry first injoi'd th' imperiall Crowne A blazing Comet in the West appeared At which strange vision pointed streaming downe The common sort Art-ignorant much feared A cause or signe some said t was to portend The kingdomes fall or kings vntimely end Our sharper wits suppos'd thus Ouid wrasted The fable of foole-hardie Phaeton When some huge Comet was dissolu'd and wasted Great heat and drinesse following therevpon For want of water so the world burned But vpside downe the Suns carr neuer turned This all-affrighting Comet I haue heard To be the plighted tresse of Meropes Or staring haires within the curled beard Of Vulcans prentice swartie Steropes Be what it will thus much I do define Of kingdomes fall t is neither cause nor signe A Comet is an earth-agreeing vapour Drawne by the power attractiue of some star Fyr'd by the Suns beames burneth like a tapour Seen in the supream region of the aire Turning those beames receiueth forme withall Bearded or trest or stretching forth his taile Why should a mist-hung Star-exhaled Meteor To kings or kingdomes be prestigious Whose cause is not aboue the power of Nature Why should it seeme to men prodigious Vnlesse we would this Axiom reject A naturall cause a naturall effect In Europe many Comets haue
we seen Fore-running kings nor kingdomes ouerthrow And kings with kingdomes vanquished haue been When neuer Comet in the Aire did show To prophesie from Comets or deuine T is foolerie they neither cause nor signe If euer sheild-shapt Comet was portent Of Criticke day foule and pernitious Then to the Frenchmen this assigne was sent Disaster fatall inauspitious Whose bloudie tresses tilting did foreshow At Agincourt their blooddie ouerthrow Or else it was would it had neuer been But the fore-runner of my Tragedie And heauens saw oh had they neuer seen I should sollicite nimble Mercurie To ingraue my words vpon the hardest mettle Whose Characters in harts of steele may setle Which when heauens saw what doth not heauens see With raine of teares she seemes my case to weepe Vsing all meanes but all meanes would not bee From death insuing danger me to keepe But hard it is for heauens to preuent When destinies for death giue once consent My Destinies are set in parlament Aboue their heades a curious frame of stone Marble below and during Adamant On each side flint and softer object none Saue that in chaires of hardest oake they sate In steede of wooll-packes neere the barred gate In scarlet vestments winter-coloured tresses Iron their wands of brasse their writing table Pens made of tinne for inke strong aqua fortis Their paper steele their carpet Indian sable Their countenance like Caiphas mou'd to ruth For god religion valour age nor youth In Paules thus sate this vniuersall Sinode The cheife Archbishop Thomas Arundell More sterne then Minos Eacus or Herode Like Rhadamanth the grim-fac'd iudge of hell In the first yeare of Henries happy raigne Last of my ioy and midle of my paine First the forsworne Inquisitours sent to them Of Wickleues as they tearm'd them villanies Ouf of whose bookes they did collect to shoe them Two hundred sixtie and six heresies All stricken dumbe they star'd as if their eies Should for an answere then intreate the skies To stop the worlds talkatiue wide mouth Wherefore they sate vpon this conuocation They hired men to blazon for a much It was all for the churches reformation Thus mischeife will her vice in vertue mother Blearing mens eyes with one deceit or other For first the sun dissolue might with his beames The icie bulke of way lesse Caucasus On whose snowie mantled top it neuer gleames Then these frost-bitten prelates sembled thus Would otherwise haue all their causes ended But as before the Sinode they pretended Nay Mercurie if with thy charming wand Thou had'st descended from the' Olimpique spheares To plead for pittie at their feete to stand With both thine eyelids full of swelling teares This sense-beguiling action had but ended My iudgement as before it was pretended Before these deepe-braind all-fore-seeing Doctours These reuerent fathers purgatorie teachers I was complain'd of by the generall proctours To be a great maintainer of good preachers O times vntaught men scorners of sound teaching Louers of playes and loathers of good preaching That Richard Henries both I had enformed Of the clergies great and manifold abuses That popish bulls and ceremonies scorned Roomes dignitie her rites and sacred vses And that I wisht the popes dominion Might stretch no surr then Callis Oâ—â—an That I had caused Wâ—ckleues bookes be sent Faire writ to Boheme France and Germanie Whereof two hundred openly were brent By Prages Archbishops great authoritie That I preâ—erd vp Bills in Parliament Where to the King and Lords gaue all consent Of all the Cleargies villainous abusion Which I put vp in open Paâ—lement Writ in a briefe-containing sharpe conclusion These verses were the summarie content Whose soules with sin empoisning hate did anguish That they ne're left me till thâ—y law me languish Plangunt Auglorum Gentes crimen Sodomorum Paulus fert horum sunt idola causa malorum Surgunt ingrati Grezite symone nati Nâ—mâ—ne prâ—lati hoc defâ—nsare parati Qui reges estiâ— populis quicunque praestis Qualiter hijs estis gladios prohibere potestis Bewaile may England sinne of Sodomites For Idoles and they are ground of all their wo Of Symon Magus a sect of hypocrites Surnamed Prelates are vp with them to go And to vphold them in all that they may do You that be rulers peculiarly selected How can you suffer such mischiefes vncorrected Now least delay bred danger they were prest For to proclaime me for an heretike But one of more experience than the rest Such hazard rash proceedings did not like Because I was in fauour with the King T was best he thought to haue his councelling My life-surmising Bishops swolne in rage Ambitiously high Prelates lowlines As if th 'ad vow'd sin-pard'ning pilgrimage With tapers to Saint Peters holines Went to the king made great complaints and lies Blemisht my name with grieuious blasphemies Which when he heard kings then too much would heare them Then he desir'd why should not kings coÌ„mand In mild-perswading words and deedes to beare them To mee the chiefest pillar of his land Vnto the church to bring me without rigour Respecting knighthood prowesie stocke and vigour And promis'd them vpon his excellence If in pursute they tooke deliberation In smoother-edge-rebating eloquence To conquer me by might of sweete perswasion The clergie gone Henry for Cobham sent I came and shew'd my selfe obedient Looke how some tender bleeding-harted father When 's son hath vow'd a vertue-gaining voyage Flint-rock-relenting arguments will gather All to diswade him from this pilgrimage And prayes intreates intreates and prayers vaine At length considers t is for vertues gaine Yet bout his necke he vseth kissing charmes And downe his bosome raines a shower of teares Hugges culles and clippes him in his aged armes This thing he doubts another thing he feares Takes leaue turnes backe returnes intreates anew Giues ouer weepes and last bids him a dew Euen so the king to stay my voyage tended My vowed voyage to the holy land Ten thousand reasons both begunne and ended That gainst the Pope I should in no wise stand Then vowes prayes treates vowes treates and praiers vaine From prayers treates and vowes he doth refraine To whom I answerd in humilitie Because I knew kings were the Lords annoynted To him I yeelded all supremacie As Gods sword-bearing minister appointed My body goods my life my loue my land Were his to vse distribute or command Then in a sorrow-sighing extasie Seeing my zealous burning true affection Denying to the Pope supremacie Yeelding to him foote-treading low subjection Henry tooke leaue turn'd backe entreated new Gaue ouer wept and last bade me adew If tyrants will vsurpt authoritie Must be obey'd what reuerence me behoued To giue this king this tyrants enemie Feared for loue and for his vertues loued Whose honours ensigne o're the world had spred him In warres and peace if church men had not led him And tyrants tended on with injurie With murders rapes lou'd only but for feare Whose sword and scepter gards iniquitie Ought t' haue