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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14918	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	Weever, John, 1576-1632.	1601 (1601)	STC 25226; ESTC S111646	22,568	94

Here Cobham liues oh doe not say he liues But dying liues or liuing howerly dies● A liuing death exilement alwaies giues A banisht man still on his death bed lies Mine high estate is low misfortunes graue My power restrain'd is now a glorious slaue What in exilement to my sect befell Daigne to vnfould mellifluous Mercurie Nay stay why shouldst thou to the world tell That with thy tong all eies abhord to see Yet greefe kept in ofttimes doth grow more fell For riuers damm'd aboue the bank doe swell This Act proclaim'd and disanuld in many Twice twentie hundred soules were martyred Out of the land to Spaine and Germanie Bohemia Fraunce and Scotland others fled Who would not flie what patient man can bide In Clergie men ambitious hautie pride Sir Roger Acton Browne and Beuerley Knight Squire and Preacher valorous vertuous good In Chr●stenmas vpon Saint Thomas day Gainst certain Priests vpon a quarrell stood For which so hainous and inhumane wrong They were attacht and into prison flong Now was the month which Ianus hath to name Of old new christened by Pompilius And wondrous proud that he had got such fame Added feeld-purging Februarius Ianus bifronted one which bids adew Vnto the old yeare entertaines the new When Roger Acton Beuerley and Browne Of Heresie conuicted by the Act To Thicket feelds vpon an hurdle drawne Were hang'd and burn'd O more then monstrous fact And through the Realme all Artists it would cumber By that fore Act the martyres all to number Some two yeares after was a mutinie An vproare tumult or rebellion In Saint Gyles feelds the which conspiracie Acton and I some doe affirme begone But the Kings power not able to with-stand We fled were taken burned out of hand Which time tree-garnisht Cambriaes loftie mountaines Did ouer-shade me with their beetle browes And by Elysiums Nectar-spouting fountaines Acton did march in Saint-triumphing showes From Wales returne I could not then to fight From Heauen Acton would not if he might Twice told two twelue months now the howers haue broke Their morning slumbers on the Sun to tend And bring his horses to the charriots yoke Mark now the period of my dolefull end The Clergie mallice not ore-blowne will haue me Though heauen and earth all had sworn to saue me With lordlie gifts and kinglie promises They fed Lord Powis gouernour in Wales He came to me pretending holinesse To true Religion for a time he falls And last his Iudas kindnes did bewray me Seeking all meanes how that he might betray me Powis his promise faine would haue forsaken Before the meanes for my attach he wrought I was not one so easie to be taken With his owne blood his bribes he dearlie bought But I not able to withstand his strength Not Hercules gainst two was tooke at length In greatest greefe this one thing made me glad Though hard t is fasten mirth with miserie That in mine absence Arundell was dread Which was resolu'd before my death to see But seld comes better he though void of grace Yet was a man the Deuill came in his place Thus ill at worst doth alway gin to mend And by example good doth often gaine That by degrees so rising in the end To perfect goodnesse it returnes againe So since his time they haue so risen still Thriuing in good as they decaid in ill Now goodnesse raised to her highest pitch In snow-white robes is sent vs for a gift The radiant splendour of this Empire ritch Whose shining lustre heauens doth enlight O that I could a spirit in thee breathe Whose life preserues diuinitie from death By Chichley Archbishop of Canterburie And Bedford Prorex oh the King was absent Of Treason I 'm condemn'd and Heresie A double crime a double punishment My iudgement giuen of death the day and hower Appointed I am sent back to the Tower Death the pale daughter of black Erebus What fashion to appeare in doth not know But councell takes of Nox and Morpheus What forme most terrour and amaze will show Hell Sleepe Night Death are troubled to deuise What new found shape might please these tyrants eies Two fyrie coursers foming clottred blood Whurries at last Death bound in iron chaines Whil'st goblings gaping like a whirle-poole wood Doe lash their goarie sides with steeled yaines Blood and reuenge by in a chariot ride Millions of furies scudding by their side Which all at once doe vomit Sulphure flakes Throw scorching brands which wrapt in brimston choke The trembling Audience that affrighted quakes To vew the Sun eclipst with steaming smoke To heare deuils ghosts and feends howle roare yell Filling the earth as though they empted hell To Thickets feeld thus was Oldcastle hurried The gallowes built of purpose wondrous hie Neare to the top of which as one lies buried In three cold chaines mine aged corps doe lie The faggots fyr'd with me the gallowes burne I call on God and to the fyre I turne The Prelates curse alowd the people crie One would rebell another him aswageth One sighs to vew anothers blubred eie One murmuring railes another inlie rageth All weep some howle some faint some swound some die Deafing the heauens darkening the skie The bundels cracke with that the mourning Aire Comes whisking round to coole the raging flame When he perceiues his breathes but bellowes are Rather to kindle then to coole the same He turnes himselfe to water and he raines To quench the fyre and ease me of my paines The fyre red-blushing of his fact ashamed Clad him in Smoke the smoke to Aire he turned That aire to water water earth receiued Earth like the fyre to melt to water burned Earth Water Aire Fyre symboliz'd in one To quench or coole Oldcastles Martyrdome But now I gaspe I fry I drop I fall My Chaines doe yeeld Spectators stand agast To make the which abhorred more of all My Bootes and Spurs must in the fyre be cast O death strange death which to describe at large Would aske sweete Ouids wit and Nestors age If wits pearle-dropping Opobalsamum In Amber-streaming Eloquence were drie Vnto my bleached cindars she might come And take a fluent Helicon supplie Mine Ashes bath'd in th'vnguent of her eies A siluer-fethered Phaenix would arise Ah no! my bodies snow-white burned ashes Those harmlesse reliques cast were in the riuer Whose salt-fresh-meeting waues betwixt them washes Like Lethe my remembrance not to liue here My vertues fame is like my bodies death Kindled with a blast and burnt out with a breath And in this idle age who 's once forgotten Obliuion dims the brightnesse of his glory Enuie is ripe before his bones be rotten And ouerthrowes the truth of vertues story Despoil's his name and robs him of his merits For naught but fame man after death inherits Nor can my soule within the sable night When all but louers welcome carelesse rest Like to some subtle shade or wandring spright With goarie sides and deeper lanched brest Holding in tho'ne hand wildfyre in the other A torch to stifle th' aire with pitchie smother With deep sunke eyes lanke cheeks and pallide hew Dismembred armes sharpe visage doubtfull sight Enter some watchfull Poets secret mew His heauenly thoughts and quiet studies fright With hollow voice commaunding him set forth Immortall verse for my entomblesse worth Then should the world on brasen pillers view me with great Achilles in the house of Fame His Tutor'd pen with Tropheis would renew me And still repaire the ruin of my name But I 'm inuirond with the Elisian feelds Which for departed soules no passage yeelds But Wickleues soule now beares me company And Ierome Prages within the highest heauen These were my comfort in calamitie Whose ioyes Rome sayes her curses hath bereauen Thus if they could they would denie vs t' haue In heauen our soules as in the earth our graue Iewes burie him which railes on Moses lawes Turkes him which worships not their Alkaron Tartarians him which Cham no reuerence shawes The Persians him which worships not the sun More rigorous cruell then this Romish crew Then Persian Turke Tartarian or Iew. Their dead in banquets Scithians deuoure Their dead with dogs Hircanians do eate Phagi with fish with foule th' Assirian poure The Troglodites to wormes are giuen for meate More heath'nish papists they deny me t' haue In beast fish foule in man or worme my graue Becket was wounded in his priests apparrell In Romes defence his death was glorious I burnt vnburied drown'd for Christs owne quarrell My death to most was ignominious He prais'd adornd and for a martyr sainted Whilst I Romes scoffe my rites of buriall wanted For Beckets sake erected was a tombe Like an Egiptian high Pyramides Millions of bare-foote pilgrims yeerely come With tapers burning to his holynes Till Henry th' eight by Cromwells good procurement Cast downe this mocke-ape toy this vaine alurement The glorious beutie of this brightest shrine The treasorie of euer-springing gold Becket is set now doth Oldcastle shine Him for a Saint within your Kalends hold Thus fooles admire what wisest men despiseth Thus fond affects doe fall when vertue riseth Wit spend thy vigour Poets wits quintessence Hermes make great the worlds eies with teares Actors make sighes a burden for each sentence That he may sob which reades he swound which heares Mean time till life in death you doe renew Wit Poets Hermes Actors all adew FINIS

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 OCCVLTA VERITAS TEMPORE PATET Printed by V.S. for William Wood. 1601 To the liuely image of all morall Vertues and true perfection of heauen-borne Arts William Couell Bachelor of Diuinitie all successe agreeable to the auncient worth of his ancestors THis Poem Right Wor which I present to your learned view some two yeares agoe was made fit for the Print that so long keeping the corner of my studie wherein I vse to put waste paper This first trew Oldcastle thought himselfe iniurde because he might not bee suffered to sustaine the scond Martyredome of the Presse In somuch that I was contented he should stand bare-headed to these churlish times and endure the censure of his vtmost enemies onely to make his Death more glorious Howsoeuer now he passeth vnder your protection and though my pensill be too weake either for his or your picture accept of the same because it comes from zeale The admirer of your vertues Io Weeuer To the Authors most honored friend Richard Dalton of Pilling enricht with all gifts of Nature and graced with the chiefe ornaments of true Gentilitie HOw ioyfully the Authors Poem goes To thee whose wit whose vertues he admires With what a willing soule hee daily shows That loue the which thy loue of him requires Whose name he honors and whose machlesse worth He can imagine better than set forth His minde farre more is than his feeble might Yet hath he wouen of this home-spunne thred So fine a webbe so richly scourde and dight Minerua like beyond the wisest head The which to praise were onely to this end To marre the loome and not the cloth to mend The Life and death of Sir Io Oldcastle knight Lord Cobham FAire Lucifer the messenger of light Vpon the bosome of the star-deckt skie Begins to chase the rauen-fethered night That stops the passage of his percing eie And heauing vp the brim of his bright beuer Would make that day which day was counted neuer But Mercurie be thou the morning Star Beare my embassage from Elysium Shew to my countrie hence remoued far From these pauilions I can neuer come Staind vice ascends from out th' infernall deepes But in the heauens vnspotted vertue keepes Deliuer but in swasiue eloquence Both of my life and death the veritie Set vp a Si quis giue intelligence That such a day shall be my Tregedie If thousands flocke to heare a Poets pen To heare a god how many millions then The many-headed multitude were drawne By Brutus speach that Caesar was ambitious When eloquent Mark Antonie had showne His vertues who but Brutus then was vicious Mans memorie with new forgets the old One tale is good vntill another's told Sing thou my dirgies like a dying Swan Whose painfull death requires a playning dittie That my complaint may pierce the hart of man Plaine be thy song sweete pleasing full of pittie And more to moue the multitude to ruth Let my apparell be the naked truth Truth bring I nak't for other weedes she scorneth Saue that her smocke in flames of coulored silke Is straunglie wrought her beawtie it adorneth As through the same it peares more white then milke In open view she comes faire comelie meeke For Truth the hidden corners doth not seeke My father Reignold Cobham whom so many Haue crownd with euer-greene victorious baies For valorous worth before him plac'd not any O but I must be parciall in his praise T'emblazon forth her owne truth Truth 's denide Herein the Truth for Truth is counted pride Within the Spring-tide of my flowring youth He stept into the winter of his age Made meanes Mercurius thus begins the Truth That I was made Sir Thomas Mowbraies page A meanes to die who meanes to liue so long Aged in ill in goodnesse euer yong There did I spend my purple-coloured May Bathing in blisse and courtlie blondishment Vntill the sentence on Saint Lamberts day Pronounced was of M●wbraies banishment Of Englands woe of Richards lowe deposing Of Herfords honour of my seruice losing He might haue seen how Fate that day sore-pointed That gloomie day wherein the heauens did mone She would haue Herford Englands king annointed To rend the wreath of Diamonds from his Throne But Maiesty whose lustre is so bright Destroies the sense and dazleth the sight Fate the foule of-spring of black Erebus Th'inhabitresse of foamie Phlegeton Ill fortunes day star good lucks Hesperus Pale Deaths fore-teller grim Porphyrion Ioues scribe in brasse with pens of dragons wings The chiefe commaundresse both of gods and kings Earths Genius mans inauspicious starre A triple power the knowledge of things past To come and present Trumpeter to warre Ill at the first injurious at the last A crosse wherewith we all must rest contented Fare tho fore-seene can seldome bee preuented Then whil'st the Aprill of my yong yeares lasted Aged in nothing onely but my name Her forward budding in the prime I blasted With wind of pride and hoarie frost of shame With riotous Loue whose highest point's a pleasure with paine before repentance at more leasure And like a Trau'ler which his way hath lost In th' vnknowne woods when vp and downe he rangeth On euery side with blind Meanders crost And this for that that for another changeth Within the sharp-set thickets long thus tost At length finds this that he himselfe hath lost So in my youth I was a Traueler Within this world a wildernesse of woe No Palmers then could tell a Passenger Which way from danger safely he might goe Led once astray in youth who euer found His first trode path where pleasures do abound Thus lost within the Laborinth of sin Wandring the woods in Egypts gloomie Night Tying no threed from whence I first came in No Sun to shine no star to giue me light Echidnaes ofspring hell-borne serpents knew me And at their pleasures to strange pleasures drew me Some way I left before I had begun it And some was knottie othersome would bryre me This marrish ground and yet I could not shun it This steepe and sandie sooner it would tyre me This way to follow vertue would procure me To this my youthful head-strong yeares did lure me And youth excusd the errours in my nature Whose greenenes tooke vpon him all the fault Perswading me su●● power was in no creature Once to resist vice when it gaue assault Perswasion 's vaine for one to vices bent The minde agrees as Nature doth consent Audacious Youth impatient being moued A witlesse substance in a seeming show Scorner of age of age yet best beloued By Phaeton the world's ouerthrow A sleepe a dreame a brauling lunacie A selfe-conceit short-killing plurasie Before this Youth in mirthfull sports was lauisht No meane Cumrades no base associates In company with my perfections rauisht Swore me for one of their confederates For valour wit and court-ship few