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A20811	The barrons vvars in the raigne of Edward the second. VVith Englands heroicall epistles. By Michael Drayton	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. England's heroical epistles. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Idea. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Mortimeriados.	1603 (1603)	STC 7189; ESTC S109887	176,619	413

much desaced by that impure rable Betwixt the hill and the Citie as Alexander Neuell describes it the Riuer of Yarmouth runnes hauing West and South thereof a wood and a little Village called Thorp and on the North the pastures of Moushol which containes about sixe miles in length and breadth So that besides the stately greatnes of Mount-Surrey which was the houses name the prospect and site thereof was passing pleasant and commodious and no where else did that encreasing euill of the Norfolke furie enkennell it selfe but then there as it were for a manifest token of their intent to debase all high things and to prophane all holy Like Arras worke or other imagerie Such was he whom Iuvenall taxeth in this manner truncoque similimus Herme Null● quippe alio vincis discrimine quamquod Illi marmoreum caput est tua viuit imago Beeing to be borne for nothing else but apparell and the outward appearance intituled Complement with whom the ridiculous fable of the Ape in Esope sorteth sitly who comming into a Caruers house and viewing many Marble works tooke vp the head of a man very cunningly wrought who greatly in praising did seeme to pittie it that hauing so comly an outside it had nothing within like emptie figures walke and talke in euery place at whom the noble Geraldi●e modestly glanceth FINIS To the vertuous Ladie the Lady Frauncis Goodere wife to Sir Henry Goodere Knight MY verie gracious and good Mistres the loue and dutie I bare to your Father whilst hee liued now after his deceasase is to your hereditarie to whom by the blessing of your birth he left his vertues VVho bequeathed you those which were his gaue you whatsoeuer good is mine as deuoted to his he being gone whom I honoured so much whilst hee liued which you may iustly challenge by all lawes of thankefulnes My selfe hauing beene a witnes of your excellent education and mild disposition as I may say euer from your Cradle dedicate this Epistle of this vertuous and goodly Ladie to your selfe so like her in all perfection both of wisedome and learning which I pray you accept til time shall enable me to leaue you some greater monument of my loue Mich Drayton The Ladie Iane Gray to the Lord Gilford Dudley The Argument After the death of that vertuous young Prince King Edward the sixt the sonne of that famous King Henry the eight Iane the daughter of Henry Gray Duke of Suffolke by the consent of Iohn Dudley Duke of Northumberland was proclaimed Queene of England being married to Gilford Dudley the fourth sonne of the fore-said Duke of Northumberland which match was concluded by their ambitious Fathers who went about by this meanes to bring the Crowne vnto their children and to dispossesse the Princesse Mary eldest daughter of King Henry the eight ●eire to King Edward her brother Queene Mary rising in Armes to claime her rightfull crowne taketh the said Iane Gray and the Lord Gilford her husband beeing lodged in the Tower for their more safetie which place being lastly their Pallace by this meanes became their prison where being seuered in sundry prisons they write these Epistles one to another MIne own deere Lord sith thou art lock'd from mee In this disguise my loue must steale to thee Since to renue all loues all kindnes past This refuge scarcely left yet this the last My Keeper comming I of thee enquire vvho with thy greeting aunswers my desire vvhich my tongue willing to returne againe Griefe stops my words and I but striue in vaine vvhere-with amaz'd away in hast he goes vvhen through my lips my hart thrusts forth my woes vvhen as the doores that make a dolefull sound Driue backe my words that in the noyse are drownd vvhich some-what hush'd the eccho doth record And twice or thrice reiterates my word vvhen like an aduerse winde in Isis course Against the tyde bending his boystrous force But when the flood hath wrought it selfe about He following on doth head-long thrust it out Thus striue my sighes with teares ere they begin And breaking out againe sighes driue them in A thousand formes present my troubled thought Yet proue abortiue when they forth are brought From strongest woe we hardly language wrest The depth of griefe with words are sounded least As teares doe fall and rise sighes come and goe So doe these numbers ebb so doe they flow These briny teares doe make my Incke looke pale My Inck clothes teares in this sad mourning vaile The letters mourners weepe with my dim eye The paper pale greeu'd at my misery Yet miserable our selues why should we deeme Sith none is so but in his owne esteeme VVho in distresse from resolution flies Is rightly said to yeeld to miseries They which begot vs did beget this sin They first begun what did our griefe begin vvee tasted not t' was they which did rebell Not our offence but in theyr fall we fell They which a Crowne would to my Lord haue linck'd A●ll hope all life all libertie extinct A subiect borne a Soueraigne to haue beene Hath made me now nor subiect nor a Queene Ah vile ambition how doost thou deceaue vs vvhich shew'st vs heauen and yet in hell doost leaue vs Sildome vntouch'd doth innocence escape vvhen error commeth in good counsailes shape A lawfull title counterchecks proude might The weakest things become strong props to right Then my deere Lord although affliction grieue vs Yet let our spotlesse innocence relieue vs. Death but an acted passion doth appeare vvhere truth giues courage and the conscience cleere And let thy comfort thus consist in mine That I beare part of vvhatsoere is thine As when we liu'd vntouch'd with these disgraces vvhen as our kingdome was our sweet embraces At Durham Pallace● where sweet Hymen sang vvhose buildings with our nuptiall musick rang vvhen Prothalamions praysd that happy day vvherein great Dudley match'd with noble Gray vvhen they deuisd to linck by wedlocks band The house of suffolke to Northumberland Our fatall Dukedom to your Dukedome bound To frame this building on so weake a ground● For what auailes a lawlesse vsurpation vvhich giues a scepter but not rules a nation Onely the surfeit of a vaine opinion vvhat giues content giues what exceeds dominion VVhen first mine eares were persed with the fame Of Iane proclaimed by a Princesse name A suddaine fright my trembling hart appalls The feare of conscience entreth yron walls Thrice happy for our Fathers had it beene If what we fear'd they wisely had fore-seene And kept a meane gate in an humble path To haue escap'd these furious tempests wrath The Cedar-building Eagle heares the wind And not the Faulcon though both Hawkes by kind That kingly bird doth from the clowdes commaund The fearefull foule that moues but neere the Land Though Mary be from mightie Kings descended My blood not from Plantaginet pretended My Gransire Brandon did our house aduaunce By princely Mary Dowager of Fraunce The fruite of that faire stocke which did

in Florence or in Genoa borne But with vaine boasts how witlesse fond am I Thus to draw on mine owne indignitie And what though married when I was but young Before I knew what did to loue belong Yet he which now 's possessed of the roome Cropt beauties flower when it was in the bloome An● goes away enriched with the store vvhilst others gleane where he hath reapt before And he dares sweare that I am true and iust And shall I then deceiue his honest trust Or what strange hope should make you to assaile vvhere strongest battery neuer could preuaile Belike you thinke that I repulst the rest To leaue a King the conquest of my brest Or haue thus long preseru'd my selfe from all A Monarch now should glory in my fall Yet rather let me die the vildest death Then liue to draw that sinne-polluted breath But our kinde harts mens teares cannot abide And we least angry oft when most we chide Too well know men what our creation made vs And nature too well taught them to inuade vs. They know but too well how what when and where To write to speake to sue and to forbeare By signes by sighes by motions and by teares vvhen vowes should serue when othes when smiles when prayers vvhat one delight our humors most doth moue Onely in that you make vs nourish loue If any naturall blemish blot our face You doe protest it giues our beautie grace And what attire we most are vsd to weare That of all other excellent'st you sweare And if we walke or sit or stand or lie It must resemble some one Deitie And what you know we take delight to heare That are you euer sounding in our eare And yet so shamelesse when you tempt vs thus To lay the fault on beauty and on vs. Romes wanton Ouid did those rules impart O that your nature should behelp'd with Art VVho would haue thought a King that cares to raigne Inforc'd by loue so Poet-like should faine To say that beautie Times sterne rage to shun In my cheekes Lillies hid her from the sun And when she meant to triumph in her May Made that her East and heere she broke her day And swear'st that Sommer still is in my sight And but where I am all the world is night As though the fayr'st ere since the world began To me a sun-burnt base Egiptian But yet I know more then I meane to tell O would to God you knew it not too well That women oft theyr most admirers raise Though publiquely not flattering theyr owne prayse Our churlish husbands which our youth enioy'd vvho with our dainties haue theyr stomacks cloyd Doe loath our smooth hand with theyr lips to feele T' enrich our fauours by our beds to kneele At our commaund to waite to send to goe As euery howre our amorous seruaunts doe vvhich makes a stolne kisse often we bestow In earnest of a greater good we owe VVhen he all day torments vs with a frowne Yet sports with Venus in a bed of Downe vvhose rude embracement but too ill beseemes Her span-broade wast her white and daintie limmes And yet still preaching abstinence of meate vvhen he himselfe of euery dish will eate Blame you our husbands then if they denie Our publique walking our loose libertie If wi●h exception still they vs debar The circuite of the publique Theater To heare the smooth-tongu'd Poets Syren vaine Sporting in his lasciuious Comick scene Or the young wanton wits when they applaude The slie perswasions of some subtile Baude Or passionate Tragedian in his rage Acting a loue-sicke passion on the stage vvhen though abroade restrayning vs to rome They very hardly keepe vs safe at home And oft are touch'd with feare and inward griefe Knowing rich prizes soonest tempt a theefe VVhat sports haue we whereon our minds to set Our dog our Parrat or our Marmuzet Or once a weeke to walke into the field Small is the pleasure that those toyes doe yeeld But to this griefe a medicine you apply To cure restraint with that sweet libertie And soueraigntie ô that bewitching thing Yet made more great by promise of a King And more that honour which doth most intice The holiest Nunne and she that 's nere so nice Thus still we striue yet ouer-come at length For men want mercy poore women strength Yet graunt that we could meaner men resist when kings once come they conquer as they list Thou art the cause Shore pleaseth not my sight That his embraces giue me no delight Thou art the cause I to my selfe an strange Thy comming is my full thy set my change Long vvinter nights be minutes if thou here Short minuts if thou absent be a yeere And thus by strength thou art become my sate And mak'st me loue euen in the midst of hate Notes of the Chronicle Historie Would I had led an humble Shepheards life Nor knowne the name of Shores admired 〈◊〉 TWo or three Poems written by sundry men 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 womans beautie whom that ornament of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 more particular glory Sir Thomas Moore very highly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 her beauty she being aliue in his time though 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Her stature was meane her haire of a dark 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 full her eye gra● delicate harmony beeing betwixt each parts proportion and each proportions colour her body fat white smooth her countenaunce cheerefull and like to her condition That picture which I haue seene of hers was such as she rose out of her bed in the morning hauing nothing on but a rich mantle cast vnder one arme ouer her shoulder and sitting in a chayre on which her naked arme did lie What her fathers name was or where she was borne is not certainly knowne but Shore a young man of right good person wealth and behauiour abandoned her bed after the King had made her his Concubine Richard the third causing her to do open penanc● in Paules Church-yarde commaunded that no man should relieue her which the tyrant did not so much for his hatred to sinne but that by making his brothers life odious he might couer his horrible trea●on the more cunningly May number Rumneys flowers or Isis fish Rumney is that famous Marsh in Kent at whose side Rie a Hauen-towne dooth stand Heereof the excellent English Antiquarie Maister Camden and Maister Lambert in his preambulation do make mention and Marishes are cōmonly called those low grounds which abut vpon the sea and from the Latine word are so denominated Isis is here vsed for Thamesis by a Senecdochicall kind of speech or by a Poeticall libertie in vsing one for another for it is said that Thamesis is compounded of Tame and Isis making when they are mette that renowned water running by London a Citty much more renowned then that water which beeing plentifull of fish is the cause also why all things else are plentifull therein Moreouer I am perswaded that there is no Riuer in the world beholds more stately buildings on eyther side cleane

thine eye an eye vnto thy glasse vvhere both thy mirrhor and thine eye shall see vvhat once thou saw'st in that that saw in thee And to them both shall tell the simple truth vvhat that in purenes was what thou in youth If Florence once should loose her old renowne As Famous Athence now a fisher towne My lines for thee a Florence shall erect vvhich great Apollo euer shall protect And with the numbers from my pen that falls Bring Marble mines to recrect those walls Nor beauteous Stanhope whom all tongs report To be the glory of the English Court Shall by our Nation be so much admir'd If euer Surrey truly were inspir'd And famous VVyat who in numbers sings To that inchanting Thracian Harpers strings To whom Phoebus the Poets God did drinke A bowle of Nectar fill'd vnto the brinke And sweet-tongu'd Bryan whom the Muses kept And in his Cradle rockt him whilst he slept In sacred verses so diuinely pend Vpon thy prayses euer shall attend VVhat time I came vnto this famous Towne And made the cause of my arriuall knowne Great Medices a list for triumphs built vvithin the which vpon a tree of gilt vvith thousand sundry rare deuises set I did erect thy louely counterfet To aunswere those Italian Dames desire vvhich daily came thy beautie to admire By which my Lyon in his gaping iawes Holdeth my Launce and in his dreadfull pawes Reacheth my Gauntlet vnto him that dare A beauty with my Geraldines compare vvhich when each manly valiant arme assayes After so many braue tryumphant dayes The glorious prize vpon my Launce I bare By Heralds voyce proclaim'd to be thy share The shiuered staues here for thy beautie broke vvith fierce encounters past at euery shock vvhen stormie courses answered cuffe for cuffe Denting proude Beuers with the counter-buffe Vpon an Altar burnt with holy flame And sacrifiz'd as ensence to thy fame VVhere as the Phenix from her spiced fume Renues herselfe in that she doth consume So from these sacred ashes liue we both Euen as that one Arabian wonder doth VVhen to my chamber I my selfe retire Burnt with the sparks that kindled all this fire Thinking of England which my hope containes The happy Ile where Geraldine remaines Of Honsdon where those sweet celestiall eyne At first did pierce this tender breast of mine Of Hampton Court and VVindsore where abound All pleasures that in Paradice were found Neere that faire Castell is a little groue vvith hanging rocks all couered from aboue vvhich on the banck of louely Thames doth stand Clip'd by the water from the other Land vvhose bushie top doth bid the sunne forbeare And checks those proud beames that would enter there vvhose leaues still muttering as the ayre doth breath vvith the sweet bubling of the streame beneath Doth rock the sences whilst the small birds sing Lulled a sleepe with gentle murmuring vvhere light-foote Fayries sport at prison base No doubt there is some power frequents the place There the soft popler and smooth beech doe beare Our names together carued euery where And Gordian knots doe curiously entwine The names of Henry and of Geraldine O let this Groue in happy times to come Be call'd The Louers bless'd Elizium vvhether my Mistres wonted to resort In Sommers heate in pleasant shades to sport A thousand sundry names I haue it giuen And cald it VVonder-hider Cou●● heauen The roofe where beauty her rich 〈◊〉 doth keepe Vnder whose compasse all the starres doe sleepe There is one tree which now I call to minde Doth beare these verses carued in his rinde VVhen Geraldine shall sit in thy faire shade Fan her sweet tresses with perfumed ayre Let thy large boughes a Canapie be made To keepe the Sunne from gazing on my faire And when thy spredding branched armes be suncke And thou no sap nor pith shalt more retaine Eu'n from the dust of thy vnwieldy Truncke I will renue thee Phoenix-like againe And from thy dry decayed roote will bring A new-borne Stem another AEsons● spring I finde no cause nor iudge I reason why My country should giue place to Lumbardy As goodly flowers on Thamisis doe grow As beautifie the banks of wanton Poo As many Nymphs as haunt rich Arnus strand By siluer Sabrine tripping hand in hand Our shades as sweet though not to vs so deere Because the sunne hath greater power heere This distant place but giues me greater woe Far off my sighes the farther haue to goe Ah absence why thus shouldst thou seeme so long Or wherefore shouldst thou offer time such wrong Summer so soone should steale on winters cold Or winters blasts so soone make summer old Loue did vs both with one selfe arrow strike Our wounds both one our ●ure should be the like Except thou hast found out some meane by Art Some powerfull medicine to withdraw the dart But mine is fix'd and absents phisick proued It sticks too fast it cannot be remooued Adiew adiew from Florence when I goe By my next letters Geraldine shall know VVhich if good fortune shall my course direct From Venice by some messenger expect Till when I leaue thee to thy harts desire By him that liues thy vertues to admire Notes of the Chronicle Historie From learned Florence long time rich in fame FLorence a Citty of Thuscan standing vpon the Riuer Arnus celebrated by Dante Petrarch and other the most noble wits of Italie was the originall of the familie out of which this Geraldine did spring as Ireland the place of her birth which is intimated by these ver●es of the Earle of Surreys From Thuscan came my Ladies worthy race Fayre Florence was sometime her ancient seate The Westerne I le whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Cambers cliffs did giue her liuely heate Great learn'd Agrippa so profound in Art Cornelius Agrippa a man in his time so famous for magick which the bookes published by him concerning that argument doe partlie proue as in this place needs no further remembrance Howbeit as those abstruse and gloomy Arts are but illusions so in the honour of so rare a Gentleman as this Earle and therewithall so noble a Poet a qualitie by which his other titles receiue their greatest luster inuention may make somewhat more bolde with Agrippa aboue the barren truth That Lyon set in our bright siluer bend The blazo● of the Howards honorable armour was Gules betweene sixe crosselets Fitches a bend Argent to which afterwardes was added by atchiuement In the Canton point of the bend an escutcheon or within the Scottish tressure a Dem●●ion rampant Gules c. as Maister Camden now Clarenceaulx from authoritie noteth Neuer shall time nor bitter enuy be able to obscure the brightnes of so great a victory as that for which this addition was obtained The Historian of Scotland George Beuchanan reporteth that the Earle of Surrey gaue for his badge a siluer Lyon which from antiquitie belonged to that name tearing in peeces A Lyon prostrate Gules and withall that this which he termes