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The mirror of martyrs, or The life and death of that thrice valiant capitaine, and most godly martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham
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Weever, John, 1576-1632.
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their subiects reuerence to them beare As we our selues so must the common wâ—â—lth Some sicknesse sometimes suffer sometimes health As some disease or bed infecting bile Whose pricking ach sharpe agonie and stings Must be sustaind and suffred for a while Till time to his maturitie him brings Not rashly then but as the Surgeon will Least suddain handling all the bodie spill Euen so a Tyrant Realmes infectious bile Must not be robd of his regalitie Till death him of his regiment beguile Or wise men for this griefe find remedie Not rashly then for altring of a State Breedes often outrage bloodshed and debate Euen as the head the bodie should commaund And all his parts to peace or warfare lead So with a mightie Monarch doth it stand His subjects parts and he himselfe the head But if those parts do grudge and disobay Head bodie Monarch subiects all decay A God a King are conuertible voices Then Kings like Gods should gouerne and beare sway What Gyants broode in vprore so rejoices That gainst the Gods his banners will display Though with his huge weight Pelion Ossa prest And fought with Ioue he neuer got the best How many blessed Patriarches suffred wrong By cruell Tyrants sin-reuenging rod And haue endur'd such heauie bondage long Accounting it a torture sent from God The Tyrant as a man may be rejected His place and office yet must be respected What punishment for practizing belongs But punishment nor practise will I name Men more doe follow most forbidden wrongs When by forbidding they doe know the same For Parricide the Romaines made no Law Least such a sin the people so might knaw Now Arundell resorts vnto the King By Popish charmes inchaunting him thereto To send Cytations fore them me to bring What was it not but Clergie men could do The Sumner came to Cowling but as one Afraid turnd back his message left vndone The Kings doore-keeper in the silent night Iohn Butler sent for was by Arundell For this heauen-martyring deede he doubtlesse might In Cerberus place haue kept the doore of Hell With great rewards and warrantize from blame He caus'd him cyte me in king Henries name This kiss-betraying Iudas writ I stood Who with a lie thus left me in the lurch But still the Bishop thurstie of my blood Caus'd writs be set on Rochesters great Church In paine of curse commaunding me remember To appeare at Ledeâ— th' eleuenth of September All were rent downe He excommunicates And cites a fresh with curse and interdiction Compels the Lay power them he animates T' assist him in Apostataes conuiction In more reproach and vile contempt to haue me Such like opprobrious names the Bishop gaue me At last thus tost I writ my faiths confession Vnto the foure chiefe Articles answered Of Penance Shrift Saints transubstantiation Which gainst me all by Arundell were laid I come to Court and written with me bring My Swans last funerall dirgee to the king Which to receiue Henry began to grudge Marke but the power of Clergie men those daies Commaunding me deliuer it to my judge Here Arundell both sword and miter swaies The Archbishop But with a flat deniall I did appeale vnto the Pope for triall But this deny de in presence of the king Without vainglorious ostentation I proffred an hundreth Knights to bring Esquiers as many for my iust purgation Not once depending on their safe protection But to the King shew dutifull subjection Againe I offred in my faiths true quarrell By law of Armes to fight for life or death With Christ'n Heathen Turk Iew Infidell The king excepted any that drew breath They answered me I was too valorous bold Then in the Tower they laid me fast in hold Valour the sonne of mightie Ioue esteemed Where blooddie Mauors borroweth his name Of old Philosophers onelie vertue deemed Learnings bright sheild the register of Fame Which to expresse the Grecians could afford For Valour Mauors Vertue but one word Death scorning Arioth why is not regarded Thy Sun-resplendant kingdome conquering power Is Mars-amazing Turnaments rewarded With Traitors meede impris'nment in the Tower From bearing Armes valour hath me exempted Why was my challenge else not then accepted Sir Robert Morley then the Towers Lieutenant Twice to be briefe did bring me to appeare In Plutoes court before this Rhadamant The Arguments of my strong faith to heare Yet he no faith had was it not a wonder That he was faithlesse all the Church Faith vnder In all mine answeares taking great aduise As a true faith-professing Protestant Not superstitious nor too fond precise Whose firme resolue no tyrannie can dant So with mine answeares as it seemd amazed My iudgement on the soddaine forth they blazed To heauens all seeing light vpon my knees The sentence giuen humblie did I fall With heau'd-vp hands pray'd for mine enemies In his great mercie to forgiue them all Bound hand and foote back through the Sluce I 'm led The gazers eyes like sluces in his head Whilst there I lie in midnight-dark immur'd My friends emblazoned forth mine injurieâ— Whereby the Priests great obloquie incur'd Both of the Commons and Nobilitie In pollicie to haue this tempest staid They to my Bils an abjuration made A parlament was cald at Leicester Because I had such fauour bout the citie They would not haue it kept at Westminster This act establisht was O more then pittie That such strange acts should be establisht euer Which man from wife from goods lands doth seuer That whosoeuer in the mothers tong Should reade or heare the sacred Scriptures scand For this so hainous heauen-offending wrong From him his heires should lose his goods and land Gainst Heauens and gainst the Kings great majestie He should be hang'd for treason burnt for heresie O murder-poisned ruthlesse Rhadamants Blood thurstie Neroes brainsicke Bacchides Earth swallowed Typhons currish Coribants Beare-fostered Dracons damn'd Busirides Liue by your euill know for euill done Liues with the father dyes not with the son Now to release my bodie from the Tower How might the Tower include so old a castle Case-altring bribes I vs'd not strength nor power But with my wit out of her bonds I wrastle The prentice bard of freedom thus aduentures To break his bonds and cancell his indentures Riches in thraldome no contentment bring All lordship 's lost when libertie is gone What vaileth it a lion be a king Closely shut vp within this tower of stone Man was made free and lord o're euery creature To be in bondage then is gainst his nature The husband man more glad is at the plough That browne-bread crusts and restie bacon eates Then th' imprisoned king that hath inough Of wastell cakes and far more lushious meates No bird takes solace by her songs in hold Although her meate be curds her cage of gold Nor vnto mee that lay in prison bound In musicke mirth was or in riches pleasure Iingling of fetters had no merie sound My griefe too much for ioyes on earth
came nie me In all which Richard Henries both did trie me But valour court-ship wit and all good parts Make without maners but a glittring show Nature is onely beautified with arts Wit oftentimes is her owne ouerthrow This court-ship valour wit al are disgraced Within the minde when vertue is not placed For strange attempts for Mars-like chiualrie Among my fellowes yet I beare the bell In hastie wroth and heedlesse hazardrie I counted vertue alwaies to excell And deem'd it better perish in the field Then for basefeare my weapons vp to yeeld Feare the minds fall with lasting infamie In expectation of some future ill Twixt Mars and Venus got in luxurie A cold conâ—ealed ice a bloudlesse chill An Ecstasis a breeder of gray haires An object spirit scorne to youthfull yeares Yet the world poys'ned with a swaggering humour Of some shape-altring Succubus begot A wynd-swolne monster many headed Rumour Vices preseruer vertues festred rot Prides male-content minds putrified wound A liqour moist distilled from the ground This ayres innate and chiefest qualitie This Ship-mans hose this heat extinguisher This gallants wisdome wise-mens gullerie This paynted wethercocke Arts diminisher With cowardize beginneth to empeach me Because in worth not able for to reach me We daft the world with time our selues beguiled Dreaming on nought saue on eternitie And good Successe from highest heauens smiled On our attempts and mirthfull jollitie For that seemes good which present pleasures brings Tho 't bee the roote from whence all euil springs Succeesse the friend of famous Conquerours Faire Fortunes handmaid daughter of pure blood The worlds darling wish of Emperours Desyres great Goddesse fauorite of the good From pale facde death or danger euer blest me And with the robe of honour doth inuest me And seeking how she might the more inhaunce me Though lew'd my hauiour was vnsound my carriage With roialtie and high discent t' aduaunce me Shee join'd me with a Ladie faire in marriage By whose high honour I first won the name And Seigniorie of Cobhams endlesse fame Long I injoi'd this weary wing of Fame My beauteous wife my Margarite of worth Whose Nature was more precious then her name All titles were but straines to set her forth For stature bewtie vertue wit and blood More comelie none faire sober matchlesse good But bewtie stature vertue wit nor blood Nor yet the ripenesse of a flowring age Faire comelie sober matchlesse lustie good Can ought at all delay deaths murdrous rage For all these gifts from Margarite y come And buried lie with Margarite in her tombe Hymen put on his saftron-coloured cote And now vice had no warrandize by yeares With that I gin my fellowes faults to note Sounding sweete councell in their Adders eares But ill it seem'd me them to blame though I Censurd my selfe like mine owne enemy Delight saw this and would not slip the season But in my soule thee made a strange diuision The sensuall parts shee armed all gainst Reason Defending goodnesse to be superstition A fopperie a fond Precisians toy The which who loues doth liue still void of ioy My wil whose obiect was the chiefest good And vnderstanding facultie the truth This sharpe encounter cowardlie withstood So weakned with the pleasures of my youth T is hard to hate vice which we long haue loued An habite got once seldome is remoued The troupes disperst now darknesse ends the fight And reason held his late-won victorie But inward Senses skirmish in the night The common sense Remembrance Phantasie Whose warre is warre warre onely to increase When Reasons warre is warre to liue in peace Faire was the field where first we met and spatious Enuironed with odoriserous meads Ioyn'd to a Citie to the sight most gratious Where stately Trees with wood-bine pleighted heads Of Mandrake Poppie euer greene did flourish With hearbs whose iuice the drowsy sense wold nourish Here none saue night-byrds houer with their wings The fatall scritch-owles feast profaning Bats From two faire founts the Riuer Lethe springs And on the clearest Minerall she pats Whose stealing streames along the channell fals Like Euphrates at first twixt Edens wals This crawling runnet hony-bubling fountaine Whil'st thousands stept in Nights securitie Descending from the Diamond-rockie mountaine Like the mellifluent brooke of Castilie Turning the sand and playing with the stones Would alway answere both their sighes and grones The Citie with two entrances is graced Whose workmanship the matter seemes to scorne The first wherein expreslie dreames are placed With curious Art is builded all of horne The other made of polisht Iuorie Where dreames vnvail'd and ouershaddowed be A sumptuous Temple all of burnisht gold Within the wals erected vnto night Which Phantasies in greatest reuerence hold Another Chappell Alethia hight With diuers formes to diuers shapes some tall Some vglie winged wither'd grosse some small With scaling ladders on the wals I venter In which fierce entrance well I might haue perisht Whose Pallaces no sooner could I enter But pleasant sights my soule and senses cherisht From ghastly feare faire Icolon me keepes And lullabies my thoughts with carelesse sleepes Sweete Sleepe distresse and sorrowes soueraigne cure Worthie entitled Nox sonne Morpheus Send downe from Heauen vnto Pallinure Mans king and Gods endeard by Orpheus Within the circuit of this pallace knew me And pleasures past with what would come did shew me For the Idaea of a thing in sleepe May be imprinted in the Phantasie With shape-transforming visions so deepe That it deludes the senses outwardly And so in forme and in estate appeere Within the mind as if he waking were Thus neere Iberiaes foremost fertile coast I entred in Gades two-leau'd brasen dore Where I espide of Demi-gods an hoast Landing vpon the sea Atlanticke shore In yeeres none yong with yeeres not any olde None parcht with heate none withered with colde These Deities liu'd in so rare a ground Which thrice a yeere her fruitfulnes did show Yet plow nor planting did her forehead wound No other winde but Zephyrus did blow No showres no raine for fruits will neuer perish VVhich the danke moisture of the ayre doth cherish Downe in a dale enameled with roses Ten thousands Adones standing on a raw And by a crannie which a garden closes So many Virgins and wood Nymphs I saw With brests halfe hid with loose dishevil'd haire To catch the baulme-sweete breathing of the aire Which game somlie into their bosomes got Whisks vp and downe twines curls vp their tresses And enterlaces with a Trew-loues knot And last diuides each haire each plight vndresses Playes fast and loose as fearing least his sport Should end too soone his pleasure be too short Thrice twentie thousand Cupids in their eies Bathing them selues so many Graces set Vpon the banck their browes each naked hies The first place in this paradize to get Tell me the man these visions would not moue For Sight breedes wonder wonder bringeth Loue. One thought of hate ten thoughts of loue reuiueth Whilst beauty