Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	crown_n	king_n	son_n	5,450	5	5.2450	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50034	Leycesters ghost	Rogers, Thomas, 1573 or 4-1609 or 10.; Burghley, William Cecil, Baron, 1520-1598.; Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.; Parsons, Robert, 1546-1610.	1641 (1641)	Wing R1837A; Wing L970; ESTC R9349	19,035	37

out this fountaine many mischiefes growe Hereof examples many may bee read In Chronicles of the English Princes dead This humour made King Harrold breake his oath Made unto William Duke of Normandy This made King Ruffus and young Beaucl●arke b●t Their elder brother Robert to defie And Stephen to forget his loyalty To Maude the empresse and to hould in scorne The faithfull oath which hee to her had sworne This made young Henry crowned by his Sire Against his Father warrefarre to maintaine This made King Iohn the Kingdome to aspire Which to his nephue Arthur did pertaine And him in prison hardely to retaine And this made Bullingbrooke usurpe the Crowne Putting his lawfull Soveraigne Richard downe This made Edward the fourth at his returne To breake the oath which hee had lately sworne When hee from Burgondy to Yorke was come And rule the Realme in good King Henries roome This made the Tyrant Richard eake to doome His nephues death and ridde away his wife And so in bloud to end his wretched life A pretty plot in practize I did put Either to take a Queene without delay Or when the cards were shuffled and well cut To choose the King and cast the Knaves away Hee should bee cunning that great game would play Ill luck hath hee that no good game can make Where Princes play and crownes lie at the stake First I assay'd Queene El'zabeth to wed Whom divers Princes courted but in vaine When in this course unluckly I sped I sought the Scots Queene marriage to obtaine But when I reapt no profit for my paine I sought to match Denbigh my tender chil'd To Dame Arbella but I was beguil'd Even as Octavus with Marke Anthony And Lepidus the Romaine Empire shard That of the World then held the Soveraignty So I a new Triumverate prepar'd If cruell death young Denbighs life had spar'd The Grandame Vncle and the Father in law Might thus have brought all England under aw In the Low-Countries did my fame sore high When I was sent Lieutenant generall The Queenes proud foes I stoutly did defie And made them too some composition fall There I maintain'd a port Majesticall In pompe and triumph many dayes I spent From noble then my name grew excellent Then was my heart in height of her desire My mind puft up with sarquery and pride The vulgar sort my glory did admire Even as the Romans Ave Caesar cried When the Emperour to the Senate house did ride So did the Flemings with due reverence Like thunder say God save your excellence Few subjects before mee obtain'd this stile Vnlesse they were as viceroyes of this land The name of Lordship seem'd to base and vile To mee that govern'd such a Royall band And had a Princes absolute command Who did not of my pussiance stand in aw That might put him to death by Martiall law Lo what a Title hath my honour got An Excellency added to my name Can this injurious World so quickly blot A name so great out of records of fame Covering my glory with a vaile of shame Or will it now contemne mee being dead Whom living even with feare it honoured The Towne of Denborough I did besiege Which did on composition shortly yeeld I did good service to my gracious leige Till by ill Councellours I was beguil'd For such as were my Captaines in the field To whom I did at length chiefe charge commit Seduc'd mee to doe many things unfit When Sir Iohn Norris counsaile I refus'd Whose perfect skill in Armes I well knew By Rowland Yorkes devise I was abus'd Whereof some losse soone after did ensue Deventer Towne and Zutphen Sconse I rue By Yorke and Stanley without many bloes Where rendered up to mercy of the foes And that which to my heart might more griefe strike Hapned the death of that renowned Knight My nephew Sidney neere Coleston Dike Receiv'd his deadly wound through fortunes spight I sent no fresh supply to him out right I was not farre off with a mighty hoast So with his losse of life some fame I lost The Court of him lost a brave Courteour The Countrey lost a Guide their faults to mend The campe did loose an expert Souldiour The City lost an honourable friend The Schooles a Patron their rights to defend The Court the Countrey and the Schooles and City For Sydne is death doe sing a mournefull ditty Now while my Princely glory did abound Like rich Lucullus I great feasts did make And was for hospitality renown'd The use of Armes I quickly did forsake An easier taske I meant to undertake I tooke no joyes in wounds and broken pates But to carrouse and banquet with the States Not Heliogabilus whose dainty fare Did all the Roman Emperoars feasts exceed In cost and rarenes might with mine compare Though hee on braines of O stretches did feed And Phinicepteries and that insteed Of Oyle hous'd his lampes with Balme to fill Such was the pleasure of the Tyrants will To mee Count Egmonts Daughter did resort And such brave Dames as Flanders still did yeeld That it did rather seeme I came to court A gallant Lady then to pitch a field For I did lay aside the sword and shield At cards and dice I spent the vacant dayes And made great feasts insteed of Martiall frayes But whilst in games and love my time I spent Seeming secure as though I car'd for nought My Messengers abroad I dayly sent As instruments of my still working thought Whereby my purpose oft to passe I brought And compast what before I did devise At such a time as no man will surmise Thus great attempts I ost did enterprise Like a Magitian that with some fine wile Dazels the sight of the Spectatours eyes And with illusions doth their sence beguile Such polices my cunning did compile That I before mens eyes did cast a mist While I perform'd such matters as I list Yee that like apes doe imitate my deeds Hoping thereby like favour to obtaine Know that so high a Spirit never breds In a blunt Pesant or unnurtur'd swaine But in my heart imperious thoughts did raigne No flegmatique dull milke-sop can aspire But one compact of th' Element of fire Hee dayly must devise some stratageme Hee must bee rich stout liberall and wise The humours of base men hee must contemne Hee must bee gratious in the peoples eyes Hee should bee furnisht with rare qualities With learning judgement policy and wit And such like parts as for the times are fit For every froward fellow is not borne To bee a Scipio or a Maximus Vnlesse that wisedome doth his state adorne Or valour make his life more glorious Though hee bee base of birth as Marius Yet hee by vertues aid aloft may come Like him that was seven times Consull in Rome Ventillius name at first was meane and base Till he the Parthians host had overthrowne And Cicero came not of Noble race Borne at Arpinum a poore Countrey Towne Yet hee made Armes give place

had crackt And that my suite unto the Queene ill sped It chanced that I made a post-contract And did in sort the Lady Sheifield wed Of whom I had two goodly Children bred For the Lord Sheifeild died as I was sure Of a Catarchy which Physitians could not cure Some thinke the Rhume was artificiall Which this good Lord before his end did take Tush what I gave to him was naturall My plighted troth yet some amends did make Though her at length unkind I did forsake Shee must not blame mee for a higher reach Made my sure promise find a sudden breach The valiant Earle whom absent I did wrong In breaking Hymeneons i holy band In Ireland did protract the time too long Whil'st some in England●ugled under hand And at his comming homewards to this land Hee died with poison as they say infected Not without cause for vengance I suspected Because this fact notorious scandall bred And for I did his gallant wife abuse To salve this sore when this brave Lord was dead I for my selfe did this faire Lady choose And flesh is fraile deere Lady mee excuse It was pure love which made mee undertake This haplesse recontract with thee to make Now In Ioves Pallas that good Lord doth sup And drinke full bowles of Nectar in the skie H●mnos his page that tasted of that cup Did onely loose his haire and did not die True noble Earle thy fame to Heaven did flie Hee doth repent his fault and pardon crave That mar'd thy bed and too soone made thy grave Thou did'st behind thee leave a matchlesse sonne A peerelesse patern for all Princely Peeres Whose sparkes of glory in my time begunne Kindled with hope flam'd highly in few yeares But death him struck and maim'd this land with feares His sonne doth live true Image of him dead To glad this soile where showres of reares were shed They were too blame that said the Queene should marry With mee her Horse-keeper for so they told mee But thou Throgmorton which this tale did carry From France to England hast more sharply g●ld mee Sith my good Queene in office high extol'd mee For I was Master of her highnesse Horse I scorn'd thy words which did my hate inforce But tell mee then how did'st thou like thy fare When I to supper last did thee invite If I did rid thee of a World of care By giving thee a sallet gentle Knight With gastely lookes doe not my soule affright Leycester I am whom England on'st did dread But now I am like thee Throgmorton dead My Lord of Sussex was too collerick That cald mee Traytor and a Traytours sonne But I serv'd him a fine Italian trick Had I not done so I had beene undone Now marke the end what conquest hee hath wonne A little scruple that to him I sent Did purge his choller till his life was spent Hee was a gallant Noble man indeed O but his life did still my life decrease Therefore I sent him with convenient speed To rest amongst his Ancestours in peace My rage was passifide at his decease And now I come to imbrace his love too late Whom dead I lov'd and living I did hate I came to visite as I chan'st to walke My Lady Lenox whom I found not well I tooke her by the hand had private talke And so departed a short tale to tell When I was gone unto a flux shee fell That never coast her company to keepe Till it had brought her to a sencelesse sleepe I dreamt shee had not many dayes to live And this my dreame did shortly fall out true So as her Ghostly father I did give Some comfort to her soule for well I knew That shee would shortly bid the World adue Some say I gave such physick as did spill her But I suppose that meere conceit did kill her Some will object perhaps I did pretend To meet the Earle of Ormond on a day In single fight our quarrell for to end But did command my servant Kyllagray To lie in ambush that stout Lord to slay But Heaven did not consent to worke his spoile Which was the glory of the Irish soile Perhaps I doubted that I was too weake And loth I was hee should the conquest winne If in this cause I did my promise breake I hope men will not count it for 〈◊〉 Is it not good to sleepe in a whole 〈◊〉 When Hanibal could not prevaile with blowes Hee used 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 If I the death of Mounsieur Sim●rs sought When he from France Embassadour was sent I had good cause to seeke it as I thought For towards meehee bore no good intent Had hee fled by times perhaps I meant To have sent him in Embasse for my pleasure To the black Fiend that keepes Avernus treasure For when no men about the Coasts durst speake That I the Lady Lettice married This pratling French man first the Ice did breake And to the Queene the fact discovered Which not without just cause the anger bred Thus th' ape did play his part contrould of none When hee espied the Beare from home was gone One Salvadore an Italian borne Having on'st watcht with mee till midst of night Was found slaine in his bed the next day morne Alas poore man I rue his wofull plight That did in nothing but in sinne delight Had hee to honest actions bent his wit Hee might have longer liv'd and scapt his fit But what reward should such a man expect Whom gold to any Lewdnes could entire On s turne on'st serv'd why should wee not reject So vile an instrument of damned vice What if hee were dispatched in a trice Was it not better this mans bloud to spill Then let him live the World with sinne to fill I doubted least that Doughtie would bewray My Councell and with other party take Wherefore the sooner him to rid away I sent him forth to Sea with Captaine Drake Who knew how t entertains him for my sake Before he went his let by mee was cast His death was plotted and perform'd in hast Hee hoped well but I did so dispose That hee at Port-Saint-Gillian lost his head Having no time permitted to disclose The inward griefes that in his heart were bred Wee need not feare the biting of the dead Now let him goe transported to the Seas And tell my secrets to the Antipodes My servant Gates did speed as ill or worse To whom I did my close intents impart And at his need with money stuft his purse And will'd him still take courage at his heart Yet in the end hee felt the deadly smart Hee was inveiglde by some subtill witted To robbe so hee was taken and committed Of pardons I did put him still in hope When hee of felony was guilty found And so condemn'd till his last friend the rope Did him uphold from falling to the ground What hope of grace where vice doth so abound Hee was beguil'd like birds that use to gape At Zeuxes table for a painted