here I do yoe wrong To leade your cares with such a senceles song From hearing that I promesde haue to ende The bare discourse the haplesse man hath pende So comming home and crept from toills abroed With charged brest and heuy heauing hart I thought in Courte my burthen to vnloed And cast away the cares of former smart But there alas my chaunce is so oerth wart I sit and sighe and fold mine armes with all And in old griefes a freshe begin to fall Yea thear where most my hope and haunt hath bin Where yeares and dayes I spent apon the stocke And diuers doe good hap and frendship win And duetie makes a world of people flocke And thousands Loe drawes water from the cocke I skarce may moist my mouth when thirst is great And hart is cleane consuemde with skalding heat â–ª A spring of kinde doth floe aboue the brim You cannot stoppe a Fountaine if you would For throw harde rockes it runneth cleare and trim And in some grounde it casts vp graynes of gould It bursts the earth and deepely diggs the mould It gusheth out and goes in sondry vayns From mountaines topp and spredeth all the plains The Spring creeps vp the highest hill that is And many wells thear on are easlye found And this I wott where you do water mis Small fruite doth groe it is but barraine grounde The soile is sweete where pleasaunt springs abounde The Cowslop sproutes where springs and fountaines bee And floeds begin from fountaine heads you see The labring man thearat doth coell his heat The byrds do haeth their brests full brauely thear The brutest beasts there in finds pleasure great And likes not halfe so well another whear What cause in mee what dout what fault or feare That I maye not in this so weak a plite Go drinck my fyll whear â—atch thing haeth delite The moer we draw the waetter from the well The better farre we bring the spring in fraem The seas themselues of natuer ries and swell The moer the winde weather works the saem The fier borns best when bellows bloes the flaem Let things stande still and stoer them not in time They shall decaye by meane of drosse and slime I see some streams with sticks aer choked vp And riuers large are marde with beds of sand I see some bring from doells an empty cup Yet craues an almes and shoes a needye hand I see baer boyes befoer the banket stand And no man sayth loe poer man if thou wutt Take heer a dishe to fill thy hongry gutt Of cormrant kinde some crammed capons aer The moer they eat the moer they may consuem Some men likewise the better that they faer The worse they be and sicker of the ruem And some so chaef so frowne so fret and fuem When others feede they cannot God he knoes Spaer any time the dropping of thear noes The bords aer spred and feasts aer made thereon And sutch sit downe that haeth their bellies full Whose greedy mouthes from dogg would snatch the boen VVhich snodges swell and loke like greisie wull They puffe they bloe yea like a baited bull And shoue them backe that on small croems would feede VVhose pashent harts maks vertue of a neede The glotton thincks his belly is to small VVhen in his eye a deintie morssell is He grins and gaeps as though no crom shold fall From him and loeks as al the world wear his Thus sutch as want aer suer the poest to kis For powltting pried doth preace so fast in place That poer plain Tom daer skarce come sho his face Catch one doth seeke for to aspier and ries Yet haet we those that doth by vertue clime The foole hee skorns the worship of the wies Yet dolts presuem beyond the wyes sometime And all this strief is but for dros and slime That out of earth wee digg with daungers deepe Full hard to winne and much more wors to keepe This makes me mues when some haue heaps in hord They will not help the neerest freinde they haue And yet with smiels and many a frendly word They graunt to giue before a man doth craue Sutâ—h harbors fine can finely poul and shaue And washe full cleane till all away they washe Than good sir Griem like lobb they leaue in lashe What should men loes when they enoughe haue had If they did part with things that might be sparde A litle peece out of a golden gad For seruice long might be a great rewarde No no as steele and flinte is stiffe and harde So world is waxt and no good turne is founde But wheaâ— in deede do doble giftes rebounde Wee make a legge and kisse the hand with all A French deuice nay sure a Spanish tricke And speake in Print and say loe at your call I will remaine your owne both dead and quicke A Courtiar soe can giue a lobbe a licke And dresse a dolt in Motley for a while And so in sleeue at sillye wodcocke smile If meaning went with painted words and shoes It mighte suffice such cortteis cheer to taest But with the same disdaine and enuye goes And trompry great with words and winde in waest Than arme in arme coms flattry full of haest And leads a way the sences out of frame That vpright witts are thereby stricken lame This sowtting lowe and bowing downe the knee But groeps mens minds to creepe in credits lapp Like malte horse than he holds vp head you see That late before could vaile hoth knee and capp The Nurse a while can feede the child with papp And after beate him on the breetch full baer A swarme God wot of these fine natuers aer There be that biets yet gronts and whines withall There be that winnes yet sweare and say they loes There be that stops and stealls away the ball There be that plantes a weede plucks a roes There be pleads wante to whom the fountaine floes Such hieds there haps to make the world to thincke At fayre well head they neede not for to drincke The Whales you see eates vp the little fishe The prettie Penk with Sammon may not swim The greatest heads are fedde with finest dishe To foulest pits fayre water runneth trim Hee gets the gaine that standeth nere the brim He bloes the cole that hath cold fingers still He starues for bread that hath no corne at mill A world to see the course and state of things Some would get vp that knoes not where to light Some soer the skies that neuer had no wings Some wrastle well by cunning not by might Some seems to iudge fayre coulours without sight And eury one with some odde shift or grace In world at will runs out a goodly race But to be plaine I lagg and come behinde As I wear lame and had a broken legg Or els I cannot lye within the winde And harken still what I might easlie begg I neede not say in mouth I haue a gegg For
You had a iorney for to ried Ahors you lent me for the saem So forth we râ—ed and had good gaâ—m We lawght and checkled all the wayâ— But as you kno that after playe Coms caer and sorow so it fell When I beleud that all was well You frownd and flang from me for oâ— And as I vsed was to skoef I gestid still and followed fast But you oer roed me at the last And for I would not tier my nag I shaept my self behind to lag A â—oâ—n I pâ—ickt and palfray spord And mutch I thought yet spaek no word Saue that I said with voyce full loe What 's wil my fâ—ind forsaek me soe What new told taell doth torn him thus No taell a toy hit is ywus No toy he is to wies therfore Som thing hit is yea les or more But what hit is I need not fear For seartch my consience eury whear And cleer it standeth in eatch traed To him since he my freende I maed Thus muesing on mi giltles cace I then began to meand my pace And as the deuell wold hit soe That I ill hap shuld not forgo When mischeeus com they fawl on heap My hors did start and gan to leap The â—aed I think had seen a spriet He maed the fier ries from his feet Out of the stoens whear he did tramp Lord than howe I did staer and stamp And thrust the sporrs in to his sied But girth and saddell baed abied They fell from Hors full all to broek And in the myer flat like an oek I lay a long but what of that Ear I roes vp and found my hat Which laye fast by an Elders roet My Hors was gon and I on foâ—t My face with dirt was so araid Hit maed the hors thear of afraid For as I ran the Iaed to get The poâ—r plain people that I met Thoght suer I had bin clean bestraught Oen gaue me way a nother laught The third said sir go washe your face But still I had my beast in chace And ran not swearing half a myel But toek the Iaed agaynst a stiel By that was Curttals bryedell lost And I might ryed but not in post On gawldid back and carrayn boens The harneys saddell all at oens Was broek as sayd afoer I haue Than could I call no oesâ—lar knaue Nor face him down my gear was gon And piekt away by hangers on That follow geasts to eury In By shift som payre of â—oets to win Sutch filtchars haue so great a lack They steall the Saddell from the back But I that brought a Saddell out Might ried now like a gentil lout Thear was no theef to shrowd my shaem But plaen poer Tom to bear the blaem What needs moer words of this to speake Get vp I did on Hors full weake My girdell was the bridell than Thus rode I like a clean yong man. A greater fier was in the straw As in the Dream me thought I saw A further mischeef after this I founde and felt loe this it is As I my iorney thought to take The Horssis backe a two it brake Out stept his bones in fell my cors Amid the belly of the Hors I looked still whan he would fall He seemd to haue no harm at all And kept the way and boer it out With that I would haue tornd about To see if all belongd him to Would sarue as they wear wont to do His lims I mean which wear so soer That he had mind to turn no moer But hoemward held as fast a mayn As any Ienet could of Spayn Or Irysh hobby fayre and fat I would not haue beleeued that If one had tolde it for no lie But sure I saw it with mine eye As well as in a dream I might I lay no hed on things by night As in the day I had them séen This was of troeth and this I ween Hath diffrence far for troeth is sound And weenyng dwels on doubtfull ground But sens I com vnto this clause Now will I talke and sho som cause Of Dreams and let the matter rest Of my deformed broke backt beast Yet shall my pen héer after playn Unto my porpâ—s turn agayn Thear was a man my self might be That in a Dream did think to se A Sargant com with Maece in hand Who sayd good sir I pray you stand I you arest for Det you knowe To whom the money you do owe And if you haue forgot the som Unto the cownter you must com And to your accyon answer make What knaue ê™ he thou doest mistaek The man I think that thou doest seek I owe not all the world a leek Whearfoer I list not the obaye He drue his sword and maed a fray Clobbs cried the sargant all in fear Out cam the touns men eury whear And from the wind mill this dreemd he Whear hakney horsis hyred be This man was driuen by plain strength And ran in to a church at length That at saint â—arance laen end stands Yet cowld not skaep the sargants hands Forth was he broght and mannâ—est sâ—er But frinds be fownd to salue the soer Among the sargantts all on heap So that vnto the goet in cheap He broght was than and thear to send For frinds to make of this an end Which was fownd owt and had discharg And whear he wold he went at larg Loe thearwith did this man awaek Yet of his dream discours did maek Unto oen Feeld with whom he lay Who baed him not go forth that day For by a figuer fownd he had If he went forth he shuld be lad Unto the countter or skaep haâ—d This man did littell that regard Think you ê™ he the planets may Cause me to find ill luck this day As though they had the ruell of man Do what youe will said to him than His bed fellowe who straightway roes And out of doer full fast he goes The dreamaer followd as he might When cloes wear on and day was light But he no soenner in the street â—ut loe a sargant did he meet And as before you told I haue Hit cam to pas so god me saue This is no fable maed for mirth For by that lord that maed the earth The heauens toe and all thear in Beleeue me nowe this thing haeth bin Laet in the raing of mary queen And then the proef of this was seen All men haue not a gift a like Som god doth warn befoer he striek Som haue grosswitts som heds deuien For diuers gracis god doth sien To man as pleaseth him to shoe Whear for let vs confes and knoe He maed not man so viell a thing And set him heer as lord and king Of all the works he did creat But he taeks caer for mans estaet And reasons with man eury owre And in his vessails still doth powre What lickor he thynks meet therfore The pot can neuer boill no moer Than Coek doth list to put thear in
fruetfull feeld what can be sweet or sownd But in that soyl whear for offence is due correction fownd Wee make the sâ—uill lawes to shien and by example mield Reform the rued rebuek the bold and tame the contrey wyeld We venter goods and lius ye knoe and trauill seas and land To bring by trafick heaps of wealth and treasuer to your hand We aer astay and stoer howse boeth to kingdoms farr and neer A cawse of plentie throw foersyght whan things war scarce and deer And thoghe our ioy be moest in peace and peace we do maintain Whear on to prince and realm throw out doth ries great welth and gain Yet haue we soldyars as you see that stoers but whan we pleas And sarus our torns in howshold things and sits in shop at eas And yet daer blaed hit with the best when cawse of contrey coms And cals out courage to the fight by sound of warlike Droms We Marchants keep a mean vnmixt with any tarryng partâ— And bryng boeth Treble and the Baess in order still by art A Souldiour shal be liked well if his dezarts be sutch A noble mind for noble acts shall suer be honord mutch But if men glory all in warres and peace disdayns in deed We skorn with any Siroep sweet their humour sowre to feed And blest be God we haue a Prince by whom our peace is kept And vnder whom this Citie long and land hath safly slept From whom liekwyes a thousand gifts of grace enioy we do And feell from God in this her raygne ten thousand blessyngs to Behold but how all secrets fâ—en of falshed coms to light In these her dayes and God taks part with her in troeth and right And mark how mad Dissenshon thriues that would set warres abroetch Who sets to saell poer peoples liues and gets but viell reproetch And endles shaem for all their sleights O England ioy with vs And kis the steps whear she doth tread that keeps her countrey thus In peace and rest and perfait stay whearfore the god of peace In peace by peace our peace presarue and her long lief encreace ¶ This was to be don and put in exersies befoer the Queen cam to the knittyng vp of the matter but perswasion beyng dismist the battry was planted befoer the FORT and they within so straitly enclosed that they must needs abied the mercy of the Sword and Cannon ¶ At which instant in the after noen that present day the Prince was in her Skaffold to beholde the sucksesse of these offers of warre and so went the Battry of and the asâ—aut was geuen in as mutch order as might be the enemie was three times repolsed and beholdyng nue suckors commyng from the Courte to the Forts great comfort the enemye agred on a parley whearin was rehersyd that the cortain was beaten down and the fort maed sawtable and yet the enemie to saue the liues of good Citizens and Soldiors thearof would giue them leaue to depart with bag and bagaeg as order of wars required To the which the Fort maed answer that the Corttayns nor Bulwarks was not their defence but the corrage of good peple the force of a mighty prince who saet and beheld all these doyngs was the thyng they trusted to on which answer the enemie retired and so condicions of peace wear drawn and agreed of at which peace boeth the sides shot of their Arttillery iâ— sien of a triumphe and so â—â—yinge God saue the Queen these triumphes and waâ—lâ—k pastimes finished the Prince likyng the handlyng of these causes verie well sent iâ— hundreth crownes to make the Souldiors a banket Now heer is to be considered that the Prince went into the Gallees and so down to Kyngroed aer these things wear brought to an end ¶ At her highnes departuer a gentilman in the confiens of the Towns liberties spaek this speech that follows The dolfull a Due OUr Ioy is ioynd with greuous groens Our triumphe tornd to tears The brantch whoe 's blosoms gladnes broght a bitter berry bears In howse and street whear mirth was hard is moen and moorning noies The sommer day is dimd with clowds eclypsed aer our ioyes The loedstar leaus our wished cowrs and clims the heauens hie Our sofrant will no longer lord in walls of Brislow lye No maruell sins our barrain soyl and ground of groes deuyce Haeth yelded no thing that might pleas a prince of so great price Our deuties aer not half dischargd no thoghe we kist the grownd And prostraet fall full flat on face whear her foet steps aer fownd The Persians daer not cast vp eies nor loek apon thear king Shall Christians then presuem to preace on sutch a Sacred thyng And tho no part of duties bownds â— nod forbid I say But that the lords anointed should be honord eury way Long loâ—kt this Câ—â—te for a prince loâ—g â—eâ—s and many a yeer A â—ing or Queâ—n beheld this town short time she taâ—yes heer Good fortuen folow thee O Queen god gieb thy doings all A world of threfold blessed happ apon thy kingdom fall As loeth to taek our heauy leaue as leaue our lius in deed A due deeâ— lady of this land the liuing Lord thee speed ¶ Som of these Speeches could not be spoken by means of a Scholâ—maister who enuied that any stranger should set forth these shoes FINIS ☞ A Skirmishe at Dumbar Vnder the pretence of peace they shotte in oâ—â— faces One mâ—â—laine at the 〈◊〉 All haue noâ— same that do well Sir Harry Kniuet hurte manfully at the charge Tvvelue men of good name slaine on the FreÌ„ch side and v. gentlemen taken prisoners The â—ishop of Valence The vvoman vvas duckt in vvater The bloudy monday Sir Iames a Croâ—â—es led the soldiours on their enemies The lord Gray that novve is vvas sore hurte at a valiaunt charge he gaue Rashnes of souldiouâ—s running out veide of condâ—â—â— losâ—th all many tymes Sir Andrevve Corbet vvas here and other gentlemen Policy 〈…〉 of all gouernmentes Maister Pellam Lieutenaunt of â—he ordinaunce Captaine Randall gaue vvarning vvhen thassault should beginne The Earle of VVorceters brother maister Frances Somerset Sir Frances Leake came to our reliefe A larom in our ovvn campe by the French policie The byshop of Valence from Fraunce My Lorde of Burleighe that novveâ— came to conclude thâ—s peace Lord Bâ—rleigh ended these bâ—oyleâ— Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note A right figure of Death A pattern of death My Lord of Sussex â—orâ—eys I set out in my secoÌ„d book Note Note The Duke chattilleroy waâ— at this â—eeâ—e and 〈◊〉 away disâ—oraged Note Battred And randered Chery Prouision â—as made for tâ—e preseruation of sicke persoÌ„s mâ—n â–ª vvomen and children 〈◊〉 A â—oet of iorney to â—eâ—ell Sir Thomas Manners two nombers vnder oen Aâ—seent Of footmen was sent before to sâ—ay the gates Two fawlters punished Syr Simon Burley complaines to him that knows
liues belowe doe fear the ratling skye WheÌ„ Gods aer moued in louring clowds lyek dusky mantels black The troubled aire to mortall men doth threaten ruen and wrack I turne my talke from such discours and treat of that tormoyll Which long this Knight and Lady felt at hoem in countrey soyll And somewhat of the caers a broed that he perforce did taest I mean to wryt so that as troeth my verses be embraest For troeth and tyme that tries out gold hath tempred so my talk That pen nor mues no pleasuer taâ—ks on doutfull ground to walk Now whan these staets with links of loue wear tyde together fast And many a sad and heauy thought between them boeth had past Of Princes grace and fauour great to which regard they toâ—k As chiefest thing and only cause wheron they ought to loâ—k â–ª They wayd in ballance of their brests what fittest serud their corus And lyek as wood taeks flaem of fier and so to synders borns So throw the heat of this mishap they felt such sorrowe thoe As though hard deastnye swoer they should consuem them selues with woe The Lady lost her fredom streight the Gods had so decreed Her knight by sodain flight a broad maed vertue of a need And liuing thear with lingring hoep in forrain contrey strange Whear absence might throw present toyes in some men worke a change He stoed as ferm as marble stoen and kept boeth troeth and tutch To her who found few friends at hoem and harts diseas was mutch Yea though this Knight with offers great and treasuer tempted was As they full well can witnes bear who sawe those matters pas Yet small acount of Fortuen nue he maed for still in brest Was shryend the saynt that stoeny wals and pryson had possest No feer nor frynd nor fellow maet this troylus mind might moue This Fawcon scornd to pray abrod at hoem he left his loue Full many a sigh and heuy loek he sent a long the Seas And wysht him self in fetters fast to doe his Lady eas What grief of mynd and torment strang she suffred all the whyell Is knowen to thoes that bondaeg feels whoe 's frynds aer in exiell Could mischief fawll on boeth the syeds moer harder than hit did The oen from ioye and worldly pomp in preson cloesly hid The other forst by fatall chance to seek his fortuen out And shonning danger found dispayre in wandring world about But wayeng well a subiects stâ—et and what was dueties bounds He yeelded streight to open harms for fear of secret wounds And ventring lyef yea lands and goods to keep his naem from blot And to requit with hazards hard the loue that he had got From Spayn with speed he did retorn and setting foet on land He put his cause in iustice doem and noble Princis hand Though in the yoek with fre consent the humble hart did fall The heauens stoed so out of â—uen he gaet no grace at all And clapped vp full fast in bold a prysnars part he playes Whear gryepping griefs and greuous groens consuemd his gladsom dayes Whyels he a loef full long remaynd and out of daunger crept The dolfull Dame in deepe dispayre his absence soore be wept Yet great regard to promise paste shee had as world well wist And therefore often wrong her hands when that her knight she mist. But now beganne the boystrous blastes to blow in bloudy brest And now the golfe of sighes and sobbs burste out with great vnrest For loe one house helde both these wights yet both a sonder were And both in like displeasure stoode yea ech of both in feare Of Princes wrath and worlds disgrace a heauy tale to tell A plague past hope of heauens blisse a torment and a hell That is without redemption sure but what should more be said Thus vnder locke and barred doores these Iuewels safely laid They must abide the happie houre that God appoints in skies And drincke vp water sweete or sowre or what shall hap to ries The prison than did pleade their case the walles both deaffe and dom Did showe by sines of freedome goone what sorrowes wear to come The skreeking Owle in silent night at window clapt his winges To threaten death or badde successe of sondrie doubtfull thinges No ioyfull sounde was heard with eare no newes of happie yeares No pleasure to the pinched harte in prison strong appeares Admit the Lute with toutch of handâ— a heauie domp doth shoe A coelling comfort Musicke brings to wretches wrapt in woe No myrth with mourning moen may match for mischiefe measure lacks And care consuems the minde of man as fire melts Uirgin Waxe In silly Sell and seurall place these two estates did sit Whose comming out did farre surmount the compasse of their wit. As long they spent their tickle time in teen and terror great So oft God wot of matters hard in head did hammers beat Now hoping that the clouds would calme and storms would stand at stay Than looking whan the Planets tornde their course another way But shaken shipps in seas do sincke when surgis ries aloft And vnder waues for want of ayde weake vessels welter oft So that no hope of succour seemes to come when tempests rage Except the Gods draw backe the plagues and winde and weather swage The present panges and parlous thoughts that pearceth troubled minds Is knowne to none but such I say that lacke of freedome finds A prisner beares a simple port most glad to pleas and â—lye As subiect to the keepers becke and iellouse Geillors eye Now trasing out a wearie walke now whisht and quiet stands Now downe on knees now to the cloudes loeks vp with streatched hands Now listning after happie newes now nipt with sorrows old Now sore abasht and broughte in muâ—s now mirrie stout and bold Now riepe and reddie for to speake now dumme and dare not store Now fearefull of ech sodaine sounde and clap of eurye dore Now bent to beare and suffer wrong now full repoesd on right Now faine to fawne on feeble folke now setting all thinges light These pashons stil awakes their spreets that careful captiues are Such smart they taste such breade they bite that feeds on loues of care Yea some are sarud with chaunge of meates yet touch they nere a dishe But sits like Tantalus in hell and wants what moste they wishe These twaine I troe were not so vsde but yet when best they sped On heauy morssells mixt with mone their hongrie stomacks fed No daye stoode free from Fortunes foile no houre but norrisht fear No season serude to salue the soers of sooking sorrow thear No drincke could coole the furie hot of thraldoms thirsty throte No pleasaunt Uerse nor dittie fraemde to dollors dollfull note No booke nor storie might reuiue their drowping dead delite For from the thoughtes of thirled hartes are pleasures banisht quight To slowth to sleepe and mirthlesse moods their dompishe dayes enclinde As from
euerlasting light and louing Lord of blis The lusts of flesh and worldly pomp I hope are quentcht in me Throw faith a lone from sin and bond I haue escaped free And with that word in sine of ioye a Salme full loud she sange The sollemp noyes and sound therof thorowout the chamber range And endâ—â—g that to prayer streight of her own mind she fell The slanders by whose teares burst out at this her last farwell Began to giue her â—omfort than of life and welfare both Yea liue I shall and do right wel qd â—he I know for troth But that is in a nother world the hope of this is gon And reason is it should be so for here there liueth none But sees the vainnes of our state and tastes such torments still That sondry tymes they wish them selues from hence with right goodwill Heare is but toyle and sweate of browes â–ª and endles labour found And nothing reapt but wretched wrak and broken sleepes vnsound Where I shall go I seace from payne and so such ioye posses As heart skarce thinks nor head conceiues nor tongue may well expres Than hold your peace knit vp your talke and trouble not the spreet That drawes from hence and hopes it is for better place more meet A Lady thoe that vertue lykte and there some credit had Replyed and sayd O noble dame in deed you are to sad These panges shall passe these fits shal fade and all these pashons dye As they haue done whan you full oft in such like sort dâ—d lye O Madam speak no moer of that my tyme draws on qd shee I shal not dye but make exchange of breath and lyfe I sâ—e The Glas is run the clock wyll stryke Death doth aproch a pace My cours is don the Iudge draws néer to syt apon my cace No longer heere I may abyde the packing day is come Death byds me now vnarm my selfe and heere the mortal drom That calls me hence as naked suer as to the world I cam The cours of Nature shoes me to that earth and dust I am The Harrold of long home is sent to Sommon me in hast Than stay me not for in that poynt boeth tears and words ye wast Yet ear I part good friends qd shée behold what hoep I haue And note what fayth and badge of Christ I cary to my graue And marke how I confesse with mouth that Christ hath shed his Blood For me and those that earst in staâ—t of deepe damnation stood And by his Pashon I am sau'd and not by my dezarts But by the help of him that knowes the thoughts of secret harts Now staying heere she loekt about and to a Knight she spaek And him desired with humble words that he the paynes would take To show the prynce what past her mouth â–ª O tell him syr quod she This is the sute and last request that must be made by me Unto his highnes whose estate our blessed Lord maintaine And pray him to forgeue me now for I confesse â—â—t playne I made a â—ault and sore offence â–ª when I against his will Estrang'd my self from his good grace for any hope or skill But from my byrth vnto this day my hart and thought was cleer From breach of subiectes duetie sure and I protest it heer I neuer ment nor purpoesd yet in worde in deede nor thoght No harm nor lodgd one yll consayt nor spark of euell soght To hym as God may witnes bear â–ª to that which nowe I speak Saue nowe alas by ouersight of foule fancies weak I feell and fynde the pryce therof and suffer for the saem An open check and priuey plaeg and pynâ—ching publik blaem I hoep his hyghnes haeth forgoet the fault I dyd commit And as he is a noble Prince in regall throen to sit â–ª And iudge his subiects causis all so hoep I of his grace He wyll receyue my chyldren poer and help thear heauy cace O God forbyd for motheâ—s fault the children shuld a bye No grayn of grodg nor ground of gyell in gyltles baebs doth lye I do bequeath them nowe ê™ she vnto the Princis hands In hoep the fauour that they fynd shall eas the fathers bands My nature shoes a moorning chéer to part from them God knoes For chyldren fynd small comfort héer whan heâ—s the mother goes If God moue not the Princes mind to pitie thear estate Now as this Lady dyd at large about her baebs debate Uppon her deer boght Iewel than she cast her only thoght Yea for whose sake and great good wyll she was in troble broght And pawsing on this matter throwe a heuy syghe she gaue O good sir knight sayd she to one a thyng of you I craue CommeÌ„d me to my worthy frend and byd hym comfort take And hâ—ep in God and Princes grace â–ª thogh I do world forsake He may do wel and fredom get â–ª but me ye shall not meet Tyll from the caue of pampred fleashe departs his gronyng spreet Whyles lyfe I had I honord him and safly kept my vowe As lyfe dyd bynd me his in all so death doth lowse me nowe From hym and all my worldly ioyeâ— but thogh my frend I leaue On hye whear dwels a greater frend if hoep not me disseaue I trust to se his baebs and hym and thogh much greef hit is To leaue them heer in bitter baell â–ª yet noet I goe to blis Whear is no mind of combros caers nor cause of sorowes known O tell hym that aboue I hoep theas storms shal be oer blown â–ª And as a skrowll is lapped vp yea so shall all thyngs heer When sowlt shal be immortall maed vnto our vewe a peer No soener of the sowll she spoek but soddayn â—hang began In loeks and lyms of deadly shoe with collor paell and wan The eyes dyd staer the body streatch the strength and force dyd fayll The teeth they chattred in the cheeks the hands dyd quaek and quayll The mouth dyd â—â—em the head dyd shaek the fleashe hyt quiured fast The feet warâ— cold the face dyd sweat full swyft the polâ—s past The hart dyd heaue and beat in brest the breath lyk earth dyd sent At eares and nose the styeffled goest and vittall lyfe soght vent Thogh gasping breath broght pashons on and gript her hart full hard Yet showd she throw thoes sharp assaultes to frend a great regard And callyng for a boxe of ryngs among them choes she won In which was set by conning aert a ritch and preshoes ston Hold carry this ê™ she good Syer to my deer noble Knight He can remember what that stoen presentes vnto his sight The other token that I send hit is a weyghty ryng Best lykt and derest boght God wot of any earthly thyng And when ye shall gyue hym this gyft deâ—yer hym well to mynd The lyttell imps the pretty soules the bâ—â—bs I leaue behynd And byd hym bryng them vp in fear of
God and Prince I saye Loe that is al I do requier of hym my dyeing daye I haue no gold to send my baebs but blessing I them gyue Which God coÌ„fyrm with grace good stoâ—r As long as they shall lyue O yet thear is another ryng which loe my loue must â—e Whear is my picture death I mean and tell my friend from me That I as cold and sensles toe shal be in littell space As is that shadoâ— dom and deaff and spreetles shaep of face This don she tornd her hed a syed and bard them all faerwell Twear good quod she in syen of death â–ª I hard the passyng bell For sutch as lyue may pray the whiel and knoe when bell doth towll Into the bowells of the earth the boddy partts from sowll Yet meet they shall when trumpet sownds â–ª and that the dead aryes And boeth together shall assend I hoep to starry Skyes Wyth this began the battayl feers betwen her lyef and death Lyek gâ—â—st she lay whyells hart dyd groen â–ª and mouth gaept wyed for breath Than sayd she Lord in to thy hands I doo commend my spreet And so her self cloes'd vp her eyes and hyd her head in sheet And went away lyk enfantt yong clean voyd of storm or raeg Or lyk a boddy fawlls a sleep that can not speak for aeg Thus breathles laye this Lady nowe lyk weyghty lomp of claye That earst had lyef and feelyng force and past lyk slowre a waye But whan the nues of this was broght vnto her playffeers cares Wich roering voyce and blobbred eyes thear goeshed owt sutch teares That wytnest well with owtward syens what woe he felt within And truely told when she dyd end his dollâ—r dyd begin Bereft of sleep and roâ—bd of rest he roemed vp and down And cast of â—â—eds of worldly pomp and clapt on moornyng gown No eas nor pleasures could posses nor feell the taest of meat Resolud to pyen and â—â—arue him self his grâ—â—ss they wear so great No councell could him comfort long and styll aloen he drue To morn and moen to howll and crye and make complaynt a nue And worn away withâ—wofull syghes when sorrow helped not At lâ—yngth the lyef must be sustaynd with som releef ye wot But howe he takes this mischeef yet and howe the matter goeth Hâ—t passeth farre my reatch and wyt to iouâ— I tell you troeth His Lady gâ—n as you haue hard whâ—n dayes and yeeres wear spent In thraldom long yet after that was better forâ—uen sent For 〈◊〉 to princes grace again â–ª 〈◊〉 cam by blessyd chance And so he lyus in open world whear vertue may aduance Both him and many thousands moer that noble lyues doo lead And wyesly walk with vpright mynds and stepps of honour tread Loe heer you Daems of hy renown a Ladyes death set owt Whoe 's lyef for fayth full feaw shall fynd that seeks wyed world abowt To God and Prince repentant suer to world a myrrour bryght Whearfoer with tong and true report resownd her prays a ryght ¶ FINIS The Roed made by Syr william Druery Knight into Skotland from the East Seas to the VVest vvith sundry Gentlemen of good calling for the reformation of such causes as the Queens Maiestie and her Councel thoght coÌ„uenient In the .xiii. year of the raign of our soueraigne Lady Queene Elizabeth The names of the Captaines and Gentlemen in his company Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Cary. Syr Robert Constable Sâ—r Ierome Bovveâ— M. William Knovvls M. Henry Câ—ry M. Robert Knovvll M. Michell Carye Captaine Carye Captaine Caruill Captaine Austell Captaine Edington M. Edmond Varney MY Lord of Sussex now lord Chamberlayne hauing finished two famous and notable roeds into Skoâ—lande which I haue written of as chargeable as paynfull of no smal credit pollicy rested a season at Baâ—wyck by reason of a sicknesse taken by ouermuch trauell of body minde in the seruice rehearsed reposing him self in that towne for the benefite of health thought necessary in the present exploits seruice expected to institute another generall for the execution of such matters as he him self would gladly haue taken in hande if sicknesse had permitted and because eche gentleman souldiour seuerall bandes should duetifully obey in all points warlyke order the nue generall chosen for this purpose my Lord of Sussex made an oratioÌ„ in such forme â— manner as throughly explayned the whole substance of the seruice the vnsuretie of the season the difficult dealing of diuers aduersaries and vttered the excellencys of an Oratour At whoe 's elloqueÌ„ce the heerars rather stoed astonyed than vnsatysfyed in any poynt or parssell wherin he opened the bowells of rebellyon the practies of enemies and subborning of traytors and earnestly perswaded euery 〈◊〉 mynd to be myndfull of his Prince and countrey in the lybertie wherof boeth lyfe and lyuing is alwayes to be offered after which Oracion as custome is for seruice past and things to come he made these knights that heere are mentioned Syr VVilliam Drury Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Care and Syr Robert Constable and placing the Generall in full authoritie he committed them to God and the good conduct of their Chieftaine then presently with professed obedience each man desired to do a dayes seruice to venter his lyfe to shed his bloud or shew his duetie Whervpon and as great weighty cause moued my Lord of Sussex coÌ„mauÌ„ded them to martch forward so they did made that night a greater martch than was looked for yet no lesse speede than was needeful by which forwardnesse sodain exercises of Armes a brute blowen abrode of a more sooner departure the enemies wer discouraged hindred of their hoâ—p our men made masters of the fielde and possest in a maner their wish desired hap at the least taking aduauÌ„tage of the time they preuented the pushe of a perillous present pollicie auoyded the danger of a troublous time to come For the enemie regarding our readinesse desire of encounter with them retyred so fast backwarde that all their labour was lost which they tooke in hande before And now wer they somwhat abashed that before vsed ouermuch boldnesse yet in doubtfull ballance stoode the weight of this iorney considering what followed by the fyennes or falshod of double meaning friends beside the dangers insideÌ„t to the hazards of Fortune Our people being thoght at the first to be great in nomber wear suffred to martch wher they pleased but the enemy aduertised of our smal power not only lyke chafed Boares began to pluck vp the bryssells but also bruted abroad we were taken in a pitfold had neede of a treble company to accoÌ„plish the exploit taken in haÌ„d And after our power had passed â—denbrogh towards the force of y aduersaries the secret practisiens of mischief in the town set sodainly on our Lackkeis and such of y traine as could not coÌ„ueniently follow y Camp
and order taken for our retorn from Donbriâ—taine the Camp martched homewards coÌ„ming to Glasâ—o wher our power reposed them selues a whiel either than or soen after they besieged Hammulton Castell tooke hit whearin there was the bishop of saynt Andros son Lord Daui son to to the Duke Shattilleroy sundry gentilmen of Scotland and this castell subdued and blown vp was a terrour to the rest that as yet our camp had not viseted and for the more â—â—en of victory the generall broght from this castell a dozen good bras peeces which now remain in EnglaÌ„d Eatch thiÌ„g randered and put vnder the commandement and plesure of our generall at Hammulton from thens the camp marched to many placis of importance ouerthrue housis and pallacis that belonged to any notorios enemie or falsefyer of promes fidelitie AmoÌ„g the rest was the Dueks house bornt a staetly and delicaet palace and thrée or foure myles about the saem was ransaekt and spoyled with â—laem and fier A pyell called Netherrey the Lord Seactons house was by the enimies fortifyed and yet the lady of the castell was glad to make humble peticion on her knées for the Generals fauor and after her suet and submission she kissed the keyes of the aforesayd seat and deliured them from her by which humility she found fauor at the Generals hand coÌ„dicionally that a Baron shuld be bound with her that this castel shuld euer heerafter be at the deuotion of the Queenes Maiestie our mestres and so the band was maed and order taken Another place called Commernawd the Lord Flemmings cheef house was yelded vpon great suet maed to the generall who took the lyk bande and order thearfore as was taken of Netherrey The Lady LiddingtoÌ„ great with child mistrusting her self or her husbands double dealings towards our countrey in great fear began to flée But Syr VVilliam Dâ—ury héering therof sent her word he came not to make warres with women but rather to sho pitie to the weake and comfortles thereupon she stayd had no further harm I haue kept this in stoer as a thing to be throwly conâ—ithered wiâ—h is the comming to Lâ—â—â—hoe the vsaeg therof don only for a speciall poynt of seuerâ—â—â—e to terrefie the stobborn stomacks inconstantnes of proud people The Generall hauyng entred the towne called for the Prouost and commanded him to prepare with all expedicion to receiue a iust plaege and correction thorowe the whole towne for treason and vnpardonable offencis committed And deeclaring that the inhabitantes thereof had suckored and supported traytors to our contrey contrary to the leags quietnes of the realms of England and Skotland and for that cawse he was fully resolued to ouerthroe that town and receptakul of traytors and so commaunded eatch Captayn and souldiour what so euer they were vnder his charge to se due execution on that which he purposed and takyng good regarde that the goods thereof shold not be possest by Englishe souldiours nor lost or cast away by vehemencie of fyer he wylled the prouost to appoynt a place conuenient to bring the sayd goods vnto whiche might be employed to the Skottes mens vse and commoditie And the Generall grauntid vppon his owne corâ—tezy eury noble mans lodging and Captayns howse to be free from hornyng The enemies all this season beholding a far of the suckses of theas matters Thus as the day and owre approtched for this determined execution caem the Earl Mortton as intercessor to entreat and sue for pardon yf fauour might be porchased and the Earll Mortton broght before the Generall a multitude of wayling people whoe 's mourning and pitious cryes was perssing importuâ—aet The Generall heering thear requestes answered For many cawses the town oght to be destroyed consythering howe diuers enemies whoe 's prowd practises wear not to be suffree had allwayes thear a common resort and conference and further quod he the corttezy that is shewed to such placis of repaire haeth embolâ—ned the rest of Skotlande to vse â—epen violence and secret villanies to the preiudice of Gods glory hinderance of the weall publik and breach of good lawes and pollecies Wherfore sayd he to the warnyng of thowsands and example of many hit wâ—s fytt moest meet in that cace of exstremitie to race ouâ— sutch monumentes of mischiefes and harbor of wicked conspiracies and especially that towne hauyng crakked credit in a bloddy action before deserued now doble afflicttion Well yet notwithstanding for all theas earnest and threatnyng wordes of Syr VVilliam Drury the people of all sortes so preased about hym and maed sutche pytefull cryes and noyes with children lyeng on the ground sukking of theyr mothers breastes that he was inwardly moued to rue on thear wretched estaet and albeit in sundry seruesis before diuers Skots men had naghtelly discharged sertayne shott at him paraduenture by the practies of som thear in presence yet was he content vppon sutch condicions as he thoght good to receiue the towne of Lithco to mercie And ordayned by suer bande and promes that the prouoest and cheefest of gouerment thear shuld followe the camp and att all tymes apeer when they wear called for at Barwyk and thear to submit them selues their towne and goodes to the clemencie of the Queenes hyghnes or sutch order as my Lord of Sussex by her consent thoght necessary to which bands and condicions they of Lithco agreed for that thear regent was slayn and noen than instituted to whom they had geuen fayth of alleagance they coÌ„fessed that noen might commaund them anâ— way without licence of him that â—ound them in this seruitude to whom boeth thear promes and obligation was passed and at this day as by their appâ—rancies haeth ben proued they are not discharged of this homage and duety to knit vp theas matters and reuenge som iniuries y Duke Chattilleroy had offred A howse of the Dukes howse in 〈◊〉 was blowen in the ayre with powlder â—â—thcoâ— â—roght in obedience as you haue hard vnto some other parts of importance they martched and casting the worst of mischeefes that might fortune consytheryng heir small number and the great practises were gon about to supplant their doynges they thoght not good to enter Edenbroeghe without standing so sure on their garde that they needed not to doubt any double or crooked measure Which sure handlyng of the matter dyd not onely shew the dâ—uâ—seâ—s thereof to haue good conduyt and experience but in deede also eschewed an inconuenieÌ„ce as yll as a mischeef For the enemies had fynely by frawd and conning wroght sutch a feat thorowe the deuice of a fray to be maed in the suburbes that a great murther had burst out sodaynly and no small blodshed had ben set a brotch by the saem yf God and good gyding of the people had not auoyded these harms and eminent danger And to be playne som inward moshon moued the Generall so suspiciously
For Cock maks broth boeth thick thin The pottar likwies hath in choyce In which pot he will moest reioyce Which vessaill is for honour maed And which must saâ—ue a seruyell traed The pottar knoes and fashons all â—lls blind and weak we might him call If pot or any vesseill cleer To other porpos sarued heer Than he befoer haeth ordaynd plain To whom the vse of potts pertain As I might say a gardnar good Yet neuer throwly vnder stood What wéeds and flowrs wear méet to gro With in his gardain euen soe Is that as true that god doth want Foersyght of any earthly plant That in his vienyard beareth graepps You grant that god doth giue men shaeppâ— And doth he gyue but form aloen A picktuer wrought of fleash and boen And lets man think what thought he will Doth not he giue him wit and skyll And sets sutch thoughts a mid mans hart As can not com by kind nor aert If god haue geuen lief and breath And in his hand haue lyeâ— and death How should not he nowe would I lern The minds of men befoer desern Eaer they or thought what they shal be If god the cause therof do se Than must they needs from him proceed As ground and roet of eatch good deed For what weer fleash that no lief had And lief from feelyng wear as bad And feelyng coms by reasons loer Than reason haue we not before We do receiue of God that gift Why than there is no other shift But he that putteth in the same Must needs be master of the game If nought be put into the pot It cannot séeth full well ye wot Who boyls the pot and maks the fier Puts things therin at his desier A broken pot ye call that still That neither sarus to good nor ill An needlesse pot god doth not make That will no kynd of licour take What pitchard will for water go Be it not born than way this so No man may thinke a thought say I But it is ordaynd from an hie And powred in vs by his mean That seith eury thyng full clean And knoweth well to what entent Catch vessayl at the first was ment And to sutch vse as they were wrought He letteth them be drawn and brought And boldly now if I durst speake I thynke the makars wit weare weake To form a thyng and doth not know To what entent he made it so Than this must follow if he knue Of all his works what shuld ensue Thear cowrs was set in his foer sight â—ar that he maed the daie and might So needs they must befall likwies Than shuld we not no cause dispies That lerns vs howe to kno his power Which worketh in vs eueri owre A waek a sleep at meat at rest We must find lodging for that geast He will com in and maek a stoer And knock hard at thy consience doer And threatten skorgis for thy sin And speak and talk to the with in And tell the things that aer amis And say thow foell bewaer of this Thow vsest oft thy god I am That for to warn the hether cam To shon the plaegs for the prepaerd But if this warning be not hard And men in sin still sleep and snort And of sutch visions maks a sport Than shall they feel no dream hit was When proef of this doth com to pas â—e that will not be warnd by sleep Whan he awaeks may chance to weep In skriptuer haue I red som time Howe Ihon sawe sowlls to heauen clyme And Iacob dreamd he sawe the rams Leaping this to the choesen lams God doth a peer yea eury whear And sleping rownds men in the ear As Ioâ—b â—oth say and I cowld tell Howe diuers awcttors shoes full well That dreams do signifie to som Great caers and trobulls for to com And vnto other shoes likwies Whan mirth and Ioy thear shall aries I writ not this as for a creed Let men trust dreams as they shall need Som dreams spryng fro a feble brain And som of sicknes and of pain And other subiects mani aâ—on Of which I will deuies apon In dreams aer dowts and doble freaks Som sleeps yet in his dream he speaks And riseth vp yet not a waek And in the howse mutch noys doth maek He torns the lock and goes his way Owt of the doer as at noen day And doth sutch thinges as fawlls in hed By dream and after coms to bed He barrs all fast whear he hath byn And neuer faulls nor breaks his shin Yet seems to sleep yea all the whyell But he that seeth the saem may smyell And wonder at that I dell brayn That in the bed is layd a gain Who laet in sleep a broed he sawe A nother sort will seartch the strawe And thrust a knief throwe bed and all What may we nowe this dreamyng call Of our complexshons coms this gear No suer of som mad freak I fear They ries they breed and norrishtt be And groes in men by som degre That costom maks to folowe kynd Or els they spryng on trobled mind For charged conshens borthend soer Of som shrewd sact fowl don before Which pricks the inward parts of man That hed nor fancie rests not than Though boddy as his cosâ—om is Must â—leep or natuer helds with this Yet whear the conshens is not clean Thear seeks the deuell for to lean And 〈◊〉 no way that may be sought 〈◊〉 plant ther in dispaired thought And maks the dreamar lowd to crie He coms I se him with mine eie And sweats for fear this known I haue And hard howe som do vse to raue And start vpright as they wear woed Som saye hit cometh of a bloed A bloed I fear as doctors saith That springeth of defaut of fayth Som aer of such a weak beleef They thinke each mouse should be a théef And euery Rat that runs about Should be a Deuell out of dout Sutch folke as well daer lye aloen As I dare eat a lode of stoen God neuer thought was on that day At night than how should any way Sutch helhoundes sleep of deulysh deeds Nothyng but fearfull dreams proseeds Their minds on mischeef runs so fast That feare of God or world is past As long as they can finde a maet To chat with all to lie or praet In suertie than ye â—all on hoef They thank they stand amid their roef But whâ—n aloen they hap to goe Thear conshens doth accues them soe They may not syt ne sleep nor rest But gnawing worms are in theyr brest And trembling thoghts doth them confound Theas men must needs now sleep vnsound Of whoe 's mad dreams so God mee speed I thinke wise folke ought take good heed And giue them counsell in this cace And learn them for to feell the grace That god doth promes to vs all With faithfull hart that to him call Good prayer suer may salue this greef This is a part of my beleef And