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A18746	The miserie of Flaunders, calamitie of Fraunce, misfortune of Portugall, vnquietnes of Irelande, troubles of Scotlande: and the blessed state of Englande. VVritten by Tho. Churchyarde Gent. 1579	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1579 (1579)	STC 5243; ESTC S105033	11,649	39

THE MISERIE OF FLAVNDERS CAlamitie of Fraunce Misfortune of Portugall Vnquietnes of Irelande Troubles of Scotlande And the blessed State of ENGLANDE VVritten by Tho. Church-yarde Gent. 1579. ¶ Imprinted at London for Andrewe Maunsell dwellyng in Paules Church-yard at the Signe of the Parret TO THE QVEENES MOST ●xcellent Maiestie Thomas Church-yard wisheth all heauenly blessednesse worldly felicitie and vnremouable good Fortune HAuyng a duetifull desire moste redoubted soueraigne to be daily exercised in some seruisable deuice and action that maie please my Prince and countrey I neither spare paines nor season to purchace through practise of pen and studie of heade my desired hope But waiyng the greatnesse of your Maiestie and Princely iudgement I am to seeke not onely what woordes dooeth best become me but likewise what woorkes I should present especially to her highnesse that hath suche giftes frō the heauens as all our earthly imaginations base matter here belowe maie of right giue place vnto And to offer any present where suche parfections doe abounde and the fountaine of many graces dooeth freely flowe the presumption were greate and the boldenesse scarce pardonabel Yet moste gracious Ladie albeit I dare not bryng water to the well heade of knowledge and comfortable spryng frō whence all kinde of people doe drawe succour and releef yet my hope is that my humble and vpright meanyng of this my woorke shall finde fauour in your highnesse sight In whiche worke I compare Flaunders Fraūce Portugall Irelande and Scotlande to bee the shell of a precious Nutte the sweete Kirnell whereof is the blessed state of ENGLANDE And though with worldly wickednesse and troubles of our tyme the goodly shell is somewhat wormeaten and cracked the Kirnell shewes it self so sounde that Gods greate goodnesse glorie is partly or altogether therein expressed And now by my verses and description is onely touched by all curtuous and reuerent meanes but the troubles and misfortunes of euery countrie a parte goyng no further in any frase of speeche then Christian zeale loue and duetie maie commaunde a good minde to sette out as knoweth our liuyng Lorde who sende your Maiestie many good and gracious newe yeres with a blessed and prosperous olde raigne ouer vs. FINIS THE MISERIE of Flaunders THE soile and welthie seate where people plentie founde w t scarcities scorge is plaged sore and made a barraine grounde Where fruitfull pleasures greate was lookt for in our daies And where for wealthe worthie thyngs did ronne our worldly praise O what a chaunge is this that neighbours mourne therefore And forraine foes are greeu'd at harte to see the euerelesse sore That now no sence can salue nor witte can helpe in haste Nor man maie sone by force reforme till warrs and will maks waste O Hauocke Reuells sonne and Riotte sister dere To foule misrule a mother vice that raignde full many a yere In vieu and corners cloase O nourse of noughtie prancks And needlesse pains and labour loste that can deserue no thanks Why should I blame abuse where Gods greate wrath bears swaie And peoples heads will haue it so and worldlie witts decaie So ronnyng on the race of crooked carelesse stepps Out goes good order at a iompe and in rude maner lepps That at his firste rebounde Shaks all in sonder streight And eche thyng cracks that feels the force of wilfull hauocks weight Now leaue that long discourse that hatefull hauocke bryngs By meane of rage and reuell route and speake of other thyngs That Flaunders groens to feele and sondrie sighe to see And none but wails that weyes the weight of stacts in eche degree Why should riche Flaunders now to Fortune poore giue place That had the harte and happe with all from harmes to holde her face Among the beste of name that wealthie state could showe Doe aske no more but leaue the cause to hym that all doeth knowe Yet I with speeches free maie tell what troubles are In Flaunders now for that their broils began of countreis care And matters fitte for penne awhile to treate vpon Good Whetstons for to sharpe dull witts the reste I looke not on That seru's for speciall spreetts that seeth through Moone and Starre So thus to leaue of weightie thyngs and come to Flaunders warre That worlde bewails and weeps that sees thereof the ende And knowes that head and shoulders must their countries cause defende My muse bidds me bee bolde for therein wants no skill To vse apt woords and searche out woorks to straine the ynkchorne quill For causes knowne to worlde then why if men maie aske Doeth Flaunders learne the dolefull daunce and comes in open Maske With drom and trompet loude to wake the worlde from sleepe That at sweete reste and peace will laugh and at sowre warre will weepe Why doeth freends faule at iarre and slide in sects by swarms And heapyng mischeef on their heads are grounde of their owne harms Why leaps some from their holde and taks the weakest parte And so forsaketh God and man to winne a worlde by arte Why ha●lls the horsses wrong that in right course should goe Why doe the wise heads embrace self will and weaue a webbe of woe The cause doeth shewe it self for where dissention is There are fewe matters well in frame and many thyngs amis Now is no nother noyes but howlyng vp and downe And doubt and daunger bryngs greate feare in many a noble towne Now wanders peoples mynds like waues of troubled seas And neither man nor childe God wot is free from warrs diseas Death dwells in eche mans dore and threatens mischeeus greate The riche but maeks a hongrie meale the poore he starus for meate Was neuer seen suche want in any soile before And feawe haue little commyng in but spendeth on the store The Soldiour liu's by spoile the Marchaunts trade is don The Plowman letts the plowe alone and out poore people ron ▪ As though that men were madde and knowe not where to goe In doubt to finde a faithfull freend and sure to meete a foe The Pater noster men Or Mal content thei saie Hath brought our people suche a plague as breeds their whole decaie Eche Christian harte doeth weepe to knowe the carefull cace Of Flaunders now who to the chaunge of worldlie chaunce giu's place FINIS THE CALAMITIE of Fraunce WHat Kyngdome maie compare with wofull Fraunce Whose ciuill warrres did laste God wot too long The mightie men thereby felt greate mischaunce The feeble folke were forest to suffer wrong And no estate was free from scath and ●oile Suche furie raingde in rage of peoples mynds The weaklyngs went to ruin to wracke and spoile As trees be torne with blast and whirlyng wynds Strong goodly tounes were beaten doune to grounde Hye walls and towers were battred flat as Cake When trompetts blast and drum did slaughter sounde And bloudie blade did wicked murther make O listen now and heare my tale a while The warrs of Fraunce so sharpe and cruell