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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03784	The historie of Edward the Second, surnamed Carnarvan, one of our English kings together with the fatall down-fall of his two vnfortunate favorites Gaveston and Spencer : now published by the author thereof, according to the true originall copie, and purged from those foule errors and corruptions, wherewith that spurious and surreptitious peece, which lately came forth vnder the same tytle, was too much defiled and deformed : with the addition of some other observations both of vse and ornament / by F.H. knight.	Hubert, Francis, Sir, d. 1629.	1629 (1629)	STC 13901; ESTC S122596	77,301	183

beautious Paramouts And melodie such as at Plutoes gate Once Orpheus play'd and all most delicate To charme the sences and bewitch the Soule Must now not sleepe one hower with-out Controule 625 O Iustice what a Tallie do'st thou keepe Of all our sinnes and how thou pay'st them right Though God doth winke yet doth he neuer sleep The Eye of heau'n sees in the darkest night My wast of Time in sleep then thought but light Was chalked vp and now hee payes the score With want of that which I abus'd before 626 Fond men quoth I you haue in all bin cruell But yet in this you are too much vnwise If to my Torments you would adde more fewell You should permit some slumber to mine Eyes That being wak'd fresh sorrow might arise Nor can I last my strength with watching spent For bowes grow weak that neuer stand vnbēt 627 Besides Continuall thinking of my woe So duls my sences that I feele It lesse As Paths grow plaine whereon we alwayes goe So Hearts grow hard that neuer find redresse And you will make mee sencelesse by excesse I know you hate mee shew your hate therfore And let mee slumber for to vex mee more 628 And that my greife might worke on mee the more By apprehension of my present fall And sad remembrance of my state before They wreath'd a Crowne of Hay therewithall They Crowned me and King eft-soones did call Phurp Phurp say they God saue this jolly King O saue me God! whom Div'ls to death would bring 629 And thou meek Lamb that by thy precious blood Hast made Atonement twixt my God and mee Which was more Soueraigne for a sinners good Then sweetest mirrhe or purest balme could bee In my weake steppes I somewhat follow thee The Spunge the Speare the Crosse y● Crowne of Thorne Thy ensignes are and may not else bee borne 630 Thy head was Crown'd with Thorn mine but w th Hay Thou knew'st no sin my sinnes the sands exceed Well may I follow when thou lead'st the way And O that I might follow thee Indeed Then of the Tree of Life my soule should feed My soule that hath no other hope but this Who will be thine Thou alwayes wilt bee his 631 Sweet Sauiour Christ these are the hopes I haue Though they afflict me yet my Soule is thine A Tyrant cannot reach beyond the graue These fierie tryals make me brighter shine Thou wilt relieue me when thou see'st thy time Or I shall end 6 Or they at last will cease Thou wilt giue patience till thou giu'st release 632 And that I might eu'n of my selfe be hated They shau'd off all my beard in my disgrace The Instrument a Razor blunt rebated And from a muddy ditch neere to that place They fetch'd cold filthy water for my face To whom I said that eu'n in their despight I would haue warme My teares should doe that right 633 These drops of brine that poure down frō mine eyes Mine eyes cast vp to heau'ns high glorious frame That from whence God all earthly deeds descryes That God that guerdons sin with death shame Shall witnesse yea and will reuenge the same That you haue bin most cruell to your King Whose death his Doome His doome your deaths will bring 634 Vnmanly men Temember what I was And thinke withall what you your selues may be I was a King A powerfull King I was You see my tall and can your selues be free But you haue friends why you were friends to me And yet you see how much your loue is chang'd So others loues from you may bee estrang'd 635 But you are young and full of able strength And am not I What bootes my strength or youth Both now seem firme but both shall faile at length Old Age cold Ache and both sad griefe pursu'th But you are wise the more should be your ruth Of mine estate whose wracke may teach you this That balefull chance may clowd your greatest blisse 636 You are not No you are not Beasts by birth Nor yet am I made of a seneclesse stone We all are fram'd and all shall turne to Earth You should haue feeling Soules for I haue one Then see me at least relenting to my moane I Pittie craue and crauing let me haue It Because one day your selues may need to craue It. 637 But these sad motiues could not worke at all In their hard steelie hearts the least remorse They rather added wormewood to my gall And exercise of Ills did make them worse So violent streames hold an their wonted course And being flesh'd in Crueltie before Vse made the habite perfect more and more 638 And least one torment should be left vntry'd They shut me in a va●lt and layd by mee Dead Carkasses of men who lately dy'd That their foule stincke my fatall bane might bee These were the Objects that mine eyes did see These smels I felt with these I did conuerse And vnto these These plaints I did rehearse 639 O happie Soules whose bodies here I see For you haue play'd your parts and are at rest Yet somewayes haplesse you may seeme to bee That wich your bodies I am thus distrest Perhaps you grieue If that you know at least That by your means your King is thus tormented Grieue not deare soules for I am well cōtented 640 'T is not your bodies sencelesse as they are That doe inflict these Torments on your King But the fierce Agents of proud Mortimer Frō them my plagues proceed as from their spring And O just Heau'n Let them their tribute bring Backe to the Ocean whence they first did flow And in their passage still more greater grow 641 But what poore soules haue you deseru'd so ill That being dead you must want buriall Nothing but this I must my fates fulfill And still be plagu'd with woes vnnaturall My wretchednesse must still transcend in all The liuing and the dead must doe me spight And you alas for me must want your right 642 But you are happy free from sence of wrong Here are your bodies but your soules are well Death doe not thou forbeare thy stroake too long That with these happie soules my soule may dwel And soule be glad to goe Here is thy Hell And eu'n in this th' art happie that 't is here O better so Then it should be else-where 643 What seest thou now but Objects of disgrace What do'st thou heare but scornes and words of spight What do'st thou touch that Is not vile and base What do'st thou smell but stench both day and night What do'st thou tast that may procure delight Thy sight thy hearing touching tast and smell All cry for Heau'n for here is now thy Hell 644 This darke-some Vault the house of Acharon These wicked men like Fiends doe torture me This miseries sinke resembles Phlegeton My acted Sinnes like fearefull furies bee And he that would a whole Infernall see Let him obserue the plagues that I endure And hee shall find them Hells true

portraiture 645 The Earth it selfe is wearie of my paine And like a tender Mother moanes for mee From me thou cam'st returne to me againe Within my wombe I 'le keepe the safe quoth she And from these vile abuses set thee free Never shall these fell Tyrants wrong thee more Hee that payes death dischargeth euery score 646 These bodyes that thou seest thy Brothers were Subject to many wants and thousand woes They now are clear'd from Care and free'd from feare And from the pressures of Insulting foes And now they liue in joy and sweet repose Thy selfe can'st witnesse that they feele no woe And as they rest eu'n thou shalt rest thee so 647 Their eyes that whil'st they liu'd oft Tyded teares Thou seest how sweetly they Injoy their rest Those harsh vnpleasing sounds that wrong'd their Eares Are turn'd to Angels tunes among the blest Their Soules that were w th pensiue thoghts possest Now in their Makers bosome without end Injoy that peace whereto thy Soule doth bend 648 And thou hast need of peace poore wretched Soule If euer any Soule had need of Peace God being in Armes against thee doth enroule All Nature in his list which doth not cease To fight against thee and doth still Increase Thy wretchednesse forbeare rebellious dust To warre with him who is most great and just 649 O would to God that I had dy'd ere this Then had my sinnes bin fewe● then they are Then had my Soule long since repos'd in blisse That now Is wandring still in wayes of Care Lifes griefe exceeds lifes good with-out Cōpare Each day doth bring a fresh supply to Sorrow Most wretched now yet shal be more to morrow 650 My carefull mother might haue helped mee When I lay sprawling in her tender wombe If she had made her burd'ned Bellie bee My fruit-lesse birth-bed and my fatall Tombe Sure had she knowne her Sonnes accursed doome She never would haue wrong'd her selfe so much To beare a wretch saue whom was never such 651 My tender Nurse is guilty of these paines Shee might haue put some poyson in my pap Or let me fall and so dash'd out my braines When she full oft did dance me on her lap A thousand wayes had freed me from mishap But he whom Heau'n ordaines to liue distrest Death will delay to set that wretch at rest 652 For Death's the wearie Pilgrims rest and joy This world of woes a hard and flintie way Our birth the path that leades to our annoy Our friends are fellow●passengers to day And gone to morrow Honour Is a stay That eyther stops or leades vs else amisse Pleasures are Theeues that Intercept our blisse 653 And in the passage as the way doth lye Wee meet with seuerall Innes wherein we rest Some at the Crowne are lodg'd and so was I Some at the Castle So am I distrest Some at the Horne That married folkes doe feast Though men haue divers Innes yet all men haue One home to which they go that 's the graue 564 Yet whil'st we trauaile Fortune like the weather Doth alter faire or foule so doth our way If faire then Friends like foules do flocke together If foule Each man doth shift a severall way Onely our vertues or our vices stay And goe with vs whose endlesse memorie Doth make vs liue or dye Eternally 655 This Is the freight that men cannot vnload No not by death Therefore Mortalitie Worke for thy selfe whil'st here thou hast abode For on the present hath dependancie Eyther thy endlesse blisse or miserie And death 's the Convoy to conduct vs home Come death to me that I to rest may Come 656 Perhaps thou fearst me being great and hye O death Man were a thing Intollerable Were he not mortall But eu'n Kings must dye No priuiledge doth against death Inable Both fat and leane are dishes for his Table The diff'rence this The poore-one hath his graue The great-one hee his Monument must haue 657 Our fates may be concein'd but not Controul'd Before our dated time we cannot dye Our dayes are numbred and our minutes told Both life and death are destin'd from on high And when that God that rules the Imperiall skye Shall find It fit then thou shalt goe in peace Meane while with patience looke for thy release 658 Thus vnto Care I pay'd his due Complaint And joynd withall my tributarie teares Such my laments for griefe finds no restraint As they at last did come vnto their Eares That by the Castle past which caus'd such feares In their selfe-guilty soules that vs'd me so As they resolu'd by death to end my woe 659 To which effect came Letters from the Court Written by Tarleton at the Queenes command In such a cloudie and ambiguous sort That diuers wayes one might them vnderstand By pointing them That if they should be scann'd Hee and his Letters might be free from blame And they Delinquents that abus'd the same 660 The words were these * Kill Edward doe not feare 'T is good which being Comma'd diuersly As pleas'd the Reader double sence may beare O Art Thou art the Earths chiefe treasurie But being Imploy'd to practise villanie What monstrous births from thy faire wombe do spring So Gr●mmar here is made to kill a King 661 Which to effect They first remoued mee From forth the place where I before did lye And made a shew as if they seem'd to bee Compassionated for my miserie And would hereafter graunt Immunitie From such vnworthy vsage So we see The Sunne shines hot before the shower wil bee 662 But being ouer-watch'd and wearied too Nature was much desirous of some rest Which gaue them opportunitie to doe What they desir'd for being with sleepe opprest They clap great massie Beds vpon my brest And with their weight so kept me down withall That breath I could not much lesse Cry or Call 663 And then into my Fundament they thrust A little horne as I did groueling lye And that my violent death might shun mistrust Through that same horne a red hot Spit whereby They made my guts and bowels for to fry And so Continu'd till at last they found That I was dead yet seem'd to haue no wound 664 And here I pitch the Pillars of my paine Now Ne plus vltra shall my Poesie bee And thou which hast describ'd my tragicke raigne Let this at least giue some content to thee That from disastrous fortunes none are free Now take thy web out of the Loomes againe And tell the world that all the world Is vaine THE AVTHORS Noli peccare 1 FOrbeare to Sinne God hath thee still in sight Nothing is hid from his all seeing Eye Though thou putt'st on the Sables of the night Thou canst not cloud thy selfe from him thereby All time all place all Ends and all thy meanes He better sees then thou the Suns bright beames 2 Forbeare to Sinne The Angels grieue for thee When by thy Sinne thou grieu'st thy louing Lord. Those noble natures our Attendants bee To whom both day and night they doe afford Theyr dearest seruice O vnkind too much To cause their griefe whose loue to thee is such 3 Forbeare to Sinne For eu'n that damned Fiend That mou'd thee first and sooth'd thee in thy Sin When hee hath once attayn'd his cursed End And made thee Act his ill will straight begin To aggrauate thy guilt Hee 'l vrge thy shame Against thy selfe that vrg'd thee to the same 4 Forbeare to Sinne For out of Sinne doth breed A biting worme that gnawes the Sinner still Deuouring wolfe that on thy selfe doest feed Blacke Register that do'st record our Ill. And makes the Soule the booke where thou dost write Sad thoughts by day and fearefull dreames by night 5 Forbeare to Sinne Death standeth at the Doore Ready to Enter on thy house of Earth One day being spent The lesser is thy store Of time to come Man dyes from his first birth Who euer writes or speakes of any-One Still ends his tale with Mortuus est Hee 's gone 6 Forbeare to Sinne There is a day of Doome There are Records where thy sinnes are Inrol'd There is a just and fearefull Iudge from whom Lyes no appeale Who cannot bee control'd Whom teares-almes prayers may here to mercy moue But thē there is no place for peace or loue 7 Forbeare to Sinne Because there is a Hell Where cease-lesse ease-lesse Endlesse torments be Where Diu'ls all the damned Soules doe dwell Whom Millions of yeares shall neuer free Where to remaine Is grieuous past Conceit And whence not any hope to make retreat Therefore to End as I did first begin Let these respects make thee forbeare to Sin Quorum si singula duram Flectere non possunt possunt tamen Omnia Mentem FRAN. HVBERT Miles Timens Deum non habet quod timeat vlterius FINIS IACOBVS 1 Tacitus Sardanapalus A transmigration of the soule frō one body to another On● of Pythagoras his dreames Alexander magnus Themis●ocles Rich. 2. ALEXANDER Epiro● SARDANAPALVS ROVVEN HENRY 4. the Great The death of GAVESTON IACOB I. Da obulu●●● Bellisario v●●●ator que●● Inuidia no●● culpa cac●●●●●it form●● suaepetition●● IACOB I. Tho. Plantaginet Earle of Lancaster Richard 〈◊〉 Earle of Warwicke 〈…〉 Constable of the Tower ADAM DE ORLETON or TARLTON B●sh●p of Hereford By Narwich in Essex HENRY 4. RICH. 2. Bishop of Winchester ALEXANDER Quid glori●●vis potens i●● moliti●●ud● HENRY 1. Speaker of the Parliament Henry Earle of Lecester kept him at Kenelworth Tho. Gurney Iob. Maltrevers Knights ●linius Edward um●● occidere nolit● timere b●num est Deus videt Angel● tristātur Diabolus accusat Conscientiaterret Mors minatur ●●dicium instat ●nferni ●cr●ciant