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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
Sir THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision With the ghoasts of Weston Mâ— Turner the late Lieftenant of the Tower and Franklin By R. N. Oxon. In poenam insectatur vmbra PRINTED FOR R. M. T.I. 1616. SIR THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision WHen poyson O that poyson and foule wrong Should euer be the subiect of my song Had set loud Fame vpon a loftie wing Throughout our streetes with horrid voice to sing Those vncouth tidings in each itching eare How raging lust of late too soone did beare That monster murther who once brought to light Did slay the man whose vision I recite Then did th' inconstant vulgar day by day Like feathers in the wind blowne euery way Frequent the Forum where in thickest throng I one amongst the rest did passe along To heare the iudgement of the wise and know That late blacke deede the cause of mickle woe But from the reach of voice too farre compel'd That beast of many heads I there beheld And did obserue how euerie common drudge Assum'd the person of an awefull Iudge Here in the hall amidst the throng one stands Nodding his head and acting with his hands Discoursing how the poysons swift or slow Did worke as if their nature he did knowe An other here presuming to outstrippe The rest in sounder iudgement on his lippe His finger layes and winketh with one eye As if some deeper plot he could descrie Here foure or fiue that with the vulgar sort Will not impart their matters of import Withdraw and whisper as if they alone Talk't things that must not vulgarly be knowne And yet they talke of naught from morne till noone But wonders and the fellowe in the moone Here some excuse that which was most amisse Others doe there accuse where no crime is Accusing that which they excus'd anon Inconstant people neuer constant known Censure from lippe to lippe did freely flie He that knew nothing with the rest would crie The voice of iudgement euery age shall finde Th' ignoble vulgar cruell mad in minde The muddie spawne of euery fruitlesse braine Daub'd out in ignominious lines did staine Papers in each mans hand with rayling rimes Gainst the foule Actors of these wel-knowne crimes Base wittes like barking currs to bite at them Whom iustice vnto death shall once condem I that beheld how whispering rumour fed The hungrie eares of euery vulgar head With her ambiguous voyce night being come Did leaue the Forum and returned home Where after some repast with greife opprest Of these bad dayes I tooke me to my rest And in that silent time when sullen night Did hide heau'ns twinckling tapers from our sight And on the earth with blackest lookes did lowre When euery clocke chimb'd twelue the midnight houre In which imprison'd ghoasts free licence haue About the world to wander from their graue When hungrie wolues and wakefull dogges do howle At euery breach of aire when the sad owle On the house top beating her balefull wings And shreeking out her dolefull ditty sings The song of death vnto the sicke that lie Hopelesse of health forewarning them to die Iust at that houre I thought my chamber dore Did softly open and vpon the floare I heard one glide along who at the last Did call and bid me wake at which agast I vp did looke and loe a naked man Of comely shape but deadly pale and wan Before me did appeare in whose sad looke As in the mappe of griefe or sorrowes booke My eye did reade such characters of woe As neither paintings skill nor pen can showe With dreadfull horrour almost stricken dead At such a sight I shrunke into my bed But the poore Ghoast to let me vnderstand For what he came did waft me with his hand And sorrowes teares distilling from his eies His poyson'd limbs he show'd and bad me rise Which fearefull I not daring disobey Rose vp and follow'd while he lead the way Through many vncouth wayes he led me on Ouer that Towers fatall hill whereon That scaffold stands which sithence it hath stood Hath often lickt vp treasons taynted blood Thence ouer that same wharfe fast by whose shoares From Londons bridge the prince of riuers roares He in a moments space by wondrous power Transported me into that spacious Tower Where as we entred in the very sight Of that vast building did my soule affright There did I call to minde how or'e that gate The chamber was where vnremorfefull fate Did worke the falls of those two Princes dead Who by their foes were smothered in their bed And there I did behold that fatall greene Where famous Essex woefull fall was seene Where guiltie Suffolks guiltlesse daughter Iane The scaffold with her noble blood did staine Where royall Anne her life to death resign'd Whose wombe did beare the praise of women kind And where the last Plantaginet did pore Her life out in her blood where many more Whom law did iustly or vniustly taxe Past by the sentence of the bloody axe And here as one with suddaine sorrow stroke The Ghoast stood still a while with dolefull looke Fixt on the ground and after sad sighes giuen With eyes and hands vp-lifted vnto heauen As calling them to witnesse of his woe In sad complaint his griefe he thus did show Great God of heauen that pittiest humane wrongs To whom alone reuenge of blood belongs Thou that vpon the wings of heauen do'st ride And laugh'st to scorne the man that seekes to hide And ouer-burie guiltlesse blood in dust Thou know'st the paines of my impoyson'd ghoast When men more changing then th' inconstant winde Or doe not know or knowing wilfull blinde Will not behold dead Ouerburies griefe But thinke his losse no more then losse of life Ye friends vnkind and false that after death Doe let your friendship vanish with the breath Of him that 's dead and thinke since truth begun To trie my cause more satisfaction done Then all my wrongs require giue eare and say When I haue told my griefe if from the day That mans first blood to heauen cri'd out of earth For vengeance 'gainst the first mans eldest birth Vntill this time if man for life so lost More iustly may complaine then my dead ghoast I was aye me that I was euer so Belou'd in court first step to all my woe There did I gaine the grace of Prince and Peeres Knowne old in iudgement though but young in yeers And there as in this Kingdomes garden where Both weedes and flowers doe grow my plant did beare The buddes of hope which flowring in their prime And May of youth did promise fruit in time But lust foule lust did with a hand of blood Supplant my plant and crop me in the budde Yet to my selfe had I my counsells kept Or had I drown'd my cares in rest and slept When I did breake my quiet sleepes and waite To serue a false friend and aduance his state I had not met with this inhumane wrong But might