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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37524	The royal garland of love and delight containing the lives of sundry kings, queens, and princes : with other love songs and sonnets full of delight / by T.D. ; whereunto is added a rare new sonnet of the restauration of our royal soveragn [sic] Charles the Second.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1674 (1674)	Wing D967; ESTC R33445	8,158	25

THE ROYAL GARLAND Of Love and Delight Containing the lives of sundry Kings Queens and Princes With other Love Songs and Sonnets full of Delight By T. D. Whereunto is added a rare new Sonnet of the Restauration of our Royal Soveragn Charles the Second 1674. LONDON Printed by E. C. for W. T. and are to be sold by John Hose over against Staple Inn in Holbourn 1674 THE ROYAL GARLAND OF LOVE and DELIGHT The Life and Death of Lady Rosamond King Henry the seconds Concubine Tune of Flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that name Besides the Quéen he dearly lov'd a fair and comely Dame Most péerless was her beauty found her favour and her face A swéeter creature in the world did never Prince imbrace Her crimson locks like threads of gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely eyes like orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Cristal Chéeks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elenor our Quéen was known a deadly foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Quéen At Woodstock builded such a bower the like was never séen Most curiously that bower was built of stone and timber strong A hundred and fifty doors there did unto that Bower belong And for his love and Ladyes sake that was so fair and bright The kéeping of that bower he gave unto a valiant Knight For why the Kings ungracious son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised war within the Realm of France But now before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewell thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to please my phantasie The flower of my affected heart whose swéetness doth excell My Royal Rose an hundred times I bid thée now farewell When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her countenance did show For from her clear and christial eyes the tears gusht out apace Which like a silver pearled dew ran down her comely face So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft within his Princly arms he did her corps imbrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her terde chéek Vntill she had reviv'd again her senses mild and méek Why grieves my Rose my dearest Rose the King did often say Because quoth she to bloody wars my Lord must part away But sith you go to foraign Lands let me your Target bear That on my brest the blow might light that should annoy you there Or let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with swéet baths refresh your Grace at your return from fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will rifuse But wanting you my life is death which ●oth true love abuse Content thy self my dearest friend thy rest at home shall be In Englands swéet and pleasant soyl for traveil fits not thée Fair Ladyes brook not bloody wars sweet peace their pleasure bréed The nourisher of hearts content which fancy first did féed My Rose shall rest at Wodstock Bower with Musick swéet delight Whilst I among the piercing Pikes against my foes do fight And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my Royal Rose when I am parted hence And at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Wodstock came anon And forth she calls the trusty Knight that kept this curious Bower Who with a clew of twined thread came from this famous flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen the thread did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set Cast of these robes from thée she said that rich and costly be And drink thou up this deadly draught which I have brought for thée Then presently upon her knees fair Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she beg'd for her offences all And with the same her lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her lovely chéeks procéeded many a tear But nothing could this furious Quéen therewith appeased be The Cup of deadly poyson fil'd as she sate on her knée She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it in her hand And from her bended knées arose and on her feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up the Poyson then her life she lost withal And when that death through every part had done his greatest spight Her chief foes did there confess she was a glorious wight Her body then they did entomb when life was fled away At God stow near to Oxford Town as may be seen this day A woful Lamentation of Queen Elinor THrice woe is me unhappy Quéen thus to offend my Princly Lord My foul offences too plainly séen and of good people much abhord I must confe●s my fault it was These bloody wars came thus to pass My jealous mind hath wrought my wo let all good Ladyes shun mistrust My envy wrought my overthrow by malice most unjust My sons did seek their Fathe●s life By bloody wars and cruel strife But that which most torments my mind and makes my grieved heart complain As for to think that most unkind I brought my self in such disdain That now the King cannot abide I should be lodged by his side Full sixtéen winters have I béen in Prison in a Dungeon déep Whereby my joyes are wasted clean Where my poor eyes have learnt to wéep And never shall I see him more Whose absence grieves my heartfull sore Too much indéed I must confess I did abuse his Royal Grace And by my great maliciousness his wrong I wrought in every place And thus his Love I turn'd too late Swéet Rosamond that was so fair out of our curious Bower I brought A poisoned Cup I gave her there whereby her death was quickly wrought The which I did with all despight Because she was the Kings delight Thus sorely did the Queen lament Her former deeds for to repent On the death of King IOHN who was poisoned by a Monk Tune of Fortune my foe A Treacherous déed I shall you tell Which on King Iohn upon a sudden fell To Lincolnshire proceeding on his way At Swinstead Abbey one whole night he lay Great Chear they made to his Royal Grace While he remained a Guest in that place There did the King himself in safety think But there the King receiv'd his latest drink A flat fac'd Monk came with a glossing tale To give the King a Cup of spiced Ale A deadlier Draught was never offered man Yet this false

Thisbe And I am now resolved thus never for to displease thée True Love surpasses Cress●s Gold Hereafter let my Love be hold so sweet is the Lad c. I le prove as chast unto my Love as ever could do any No fond inticements me shall move though I am urg'd by many I will indure for ever kind as it doth best behove me A truer mate thou shalt not find so svveet is the Lad c. My daily care shall always be onely for to delight thée And I my self will be the she that will with joys unite thée I le thée delight both noon and night for so my fancy moves me Like Cynthia I will shine bright unto the Lad c. Do not dispair my onely dear let not vain thoughts torment thée Of my true heart have thou no fear nor do not thou absent thee I will remain for ever sure though I a while do prove thee Till death depart I le thine indure so svveet is the Lad c. So Love adue I pray be true I am thine own for ever The next time that I meet with you wee 'l not so soon dissever Although we part I le leave my heart with him that dearly loves me 'T is Hymens hand must ease thy smart for I am the Lass that loves thee His Reply O my svveet love and only dear thou hast reviv'd my pleasure Thou in my sight dost more appear then any earthly treasure I do rejoyce in my choice and so it doth behove me I le sing thy praise with heart and voice so sweet is the Lass that loves me A pleasant Ditty of Daphne and Appollo To a pleasant new Tune WHen Daphne from fair Phaebus did fly the west wind most sweetly did blow in her face Her silken scarf shadowed her eyes the God cry'd pitty and held her in chase Stay Nimph stay Nimph cryes Appollo tarry and turn thee O sweet Nimph stay Lyon nor Tyger doth thee follow turn thy fair eyes and look this way O turn O pitty sweet And let our Red Lips meet Pitty O Daphne pitty O pitty me Pitty O Daphne O pitty me She gave ear unto his cry but still did neglect him the more he did moan He still did intreat she still did deny and earnestly prayes him to let her alone Never cryes Appollo unless to love thou dost consent But with my voice I will so hollow I le cry to thee till life be spent But if thou wilt turn to me I le praise thy felicity Pitty O Daphne c. Away like Venus from him she did fly the red blood her buskins did run all down Her Plantiff she doth ever deny crying help help Diana to save my renown Wanton wanton lust is near me cold and chast Diana hear me Let the Earth a Virgin bear me or devour me quick a Maid Summer pure heard her pray And eke turn'd to her to a Bay Pitty O Daphne c. Amazed stood Appollo then when he saw Daphne chang'd as she desir'd Accurst am I above Gods and Men with griefs and laments my fancies are tir'd Farewel false Daphne most unkind my Love is buried in this Grave Long have I sought love yet could not it find therefore this is my Epitaph This tree doth Daphne cover That never pittied Lover Farewel false Daphne that would not pitty me Nor be my Love yet thou art my Tree The Lovers complaint for loss of his Love To a pleasant new Tune I Wander up and down and no body cares for me Though I am poor and brown yet constant I will be My dearest Love farewel ten thousand times adieu Seeing thou hast forsaken me and changed for a new I never gave thee cause why thou should'st me forsake Nor never break the faithful Vow that thou and I did make Farewel my dearest Love I take thee at thy word Hard hap had I to beat the bush and another to catch the Bird. Now I le go Range abroad I le find some other thing For had I known you would have flown I would have clipt your Wing Would you have clipt my Wing she answered him again You might have done it in the Wood you know the time and when Farewel my dearest Love to thee I make my suit Hard hap had I to graft the Tree and another to reap the Fruit I always wail in woes I travel still in pain I see my true Love where she goes I hope she 'l come again I heard a pritty Tune concerning of a Song A Lover mourning for his Love and said she had done him wrong He had her in the Wood and might have wrought his will Pitty it was to do him good that had no better skill In woods or desart places had I e're my Love so I think I should have plaid with her before I let her go Had she been light of Love I would have soon espy'd I trow I would have clipt her mind and caused her to abide Should I let scape the bird that I had fast in fist Then let her laugh and scoff at me and use me as she list He still did beat the bush although the Bird be lost And being sloathful in his suit thus Fortune hath him crost If with my Love in woods so happy were I sped I would suppose my hap were hard to miss her Maiden-head Good friends be rul'd by me that made this mournful song If thou dost wander up and down thy self hath done the wrong Therefore be rul'd by me and let that Lover pass If thou look thy chance may be to find another Lass. The delicate wooing between two Royal Lovers Tune of Robin Hood is to the Greenvvood gone I Salute thée swéet Love with Title of grace For Cupid commands me in heart to rejoyce Thy honours thy Vertue thy favour and beauty Which is my true service my love and my duty Lady Courteous kind Sir pray let me request How comes these high praises thus bred in your breast That am but a stranger deserving no love And void of all cause your effections to move G. What tho a stranger love hath such a power To bréed our acquaintance in less then an hour Then do not unkindly my offers forsake For nature commands you a true love to take L. How if a kind Lady should thus be content By méekness thus moved to give her consent And humble her honors abase her degrée To tye her best fortunes brave Gallant to thée G. If unto a Kingdom I born were by birth Or had at command all Nations on Earth Their Crowns and Scepters should lye at thy féet And thou be made Empress my darling so swéet L. But how can I fancy thy tempting tongue For Cupid is cunning his shafts very strong For Venus once Mrs. of hearts wishing pleasure We over kind Ladies repent at our leisure G. May never fair morning shew forth her gold beams But cover my falshood with darksome extreams If not as the Turtle I 'le live with my Love And never unconstant unto her will prove L. With spéed then my dearest our wedding provide For thou art my Bridegroom and I am thy Bride The Mirror of Prince Charles the Second You Loyal Subjects all merry be The King injoys his own again and so shall we Tune of The King injoys his own COme chear up all you gallant Spirits For Traitors fall and Charles inherits George and the rest have done their parts then droop no more as heretofore But courage up brave English hearts For God above hath made it known That now King Charles injoys his own The Church shall find a Reformation And Livings freed from Sequestration Learning shall flourish once again in spight of those that did oppose The Clergy shall their Rites obtain And Sacriledge there shall be none For now King c. The Protestant Reformed Religion No more shall abide decision Our King defends the Faith with care Whose Royal will is ever still Gods house be made a house of Prayer All things in order comely done For now King c. Countryes will be no more distrest By lawless Tyrants that opprest No Taxes shall be paid in vain The painful Plow shall prosper now And good house-keeping come again All burthens eas'd men shall not groan For now King c. Since the King returns hither So many blessings meet together Come praise that God whence all proceed And evermore let us adore That mercy hath three Kingdoms freed All glory be to God alone For now King c. God save the King in sure protection Health wealth and peace and all perfection Of endless honour and renown Whilst still we cry Vivelle Roy And blessing still attend the Crown So long as shines the Sun and Moon So long may Charles injoy his own FINIS