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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15801	The true vse of armorie shewed by historie, and plainly proued by example: the necessitie therof also discouered: with the maner of differings in ancient time, the lawfulnes of honorable funerals and moniments: with other matters of antiquitie, incident to the aduauncing of banners, ensignes, and marks of noblenesse and cheualrie, by William Wyrley.	Wyrley, William, 1565-1618.	1592 (1592)	STC 26062; ESTC S120446	88,285	157

common sort With sir Reignald Cobham three Heraulds sent Searching the fields of truth to giue report For to be slaine so fully were we bent To fight when as we hard the Kings intent Some Knights yet thought he dealt but ouer hard That of his succour we were so debard This happie day by noble valiantnes We vanquished immortall fame we gaind And so the King held on his purposes To Callis where as we long time remaind That stoutest Knights garding the towne constraind Surrender make of Callis to his will All which he doth with English people fill Duke Hanniball when as graue senate sent And him home cald to aid his natiue soyle From Italy with no lesse anguish went Then did Duke Iohn from Aguillon recoyle Long hauing lean was loth to suffer foyle But his sad father wild him thence in hast Vs to resist that much his Countrie wast How turning times do trauerse humane course From ruffling war to calmest quietnes And doth allay the mightiest rage and force Appearing plesant temperat stilnes Freed of Tumult stur or buisnes For clanging trumpet and harsh armors sound Daintie blis and meriment is found For Cardnall Guy of Bullen he was sent As legate into Fraunce well doth intreat Firme peace between the kings vntill was bent Their raged minds t' endure without deceat Twixt them and theirs till two yeers out were beat Home went our king but Britton was except Where two braue Ladies cruel wars they kept The one of Mountfort intitled Countesse Whose husband dide a prisoner late in France Redoubted Lady of great valientnes Sharp wars maintaind for all hir Lords mischance Amason like would ride with sheild and Launce Defend hir selfe with battelous axe in fist Threatning blowes bestow and well resist On swelling seas puissance hath she tride In stormie fight amongst the mightiest With enimies blood the marble waters dide With braue Bundutia or Viragoes best Great Edelsleda or the woorthiest Of manly dames that wouen maile haue worne She may compare for valerous adorne Th' other possest a Lions hart in brest Little Inferiour to hir couragious foe Sir Charls of Bloys hir husband now did rest A prisoner fell fortune would it so Gainst whom she oft hir mightie power did shoe These warlike dames hard wars do still maintaine T'on for hir sonne th' other for husbands gaine The two yeers truce expierd King Phillip died And Iohn his sonne was Crowned in his sted Our Prince of Knights when he his time espied Surnamed blacke from England is he sped And into Gascoine warlike Knights he led Whose vertue good and courage did abound And for no death would flee on foote of ground To Thoulous and Carcasson led his host Late before the Riuer of Garron past Hauing burned and spoyled all the cost With pillage store and prisners fiaunct fast To Burdeux safe returned at the last Tho th' earle of Arminack and th' earle of Fois Had Countries charge with soldiers of some chois The prince fresh in the flowers of his youth So much desierd to follow martiall deeds As duly to recount of him the truth His noble thought thereon he onely feeds Right busie Lord to sow wilde otes his seeds A second rode doth into Berry make And countrie round at pleasure spoile and take King Iohn informed of our chevachaunce His sommons cald but first of all he sent Three Barons wise t' aduise our ordinaunce Lord Craon Bowciqualt and the Herment Cald of Chaumount who ordred their intent Vs to intrap abushment one they plast From which we droue them to a castle fast Cald Remorentine the prince doth me command To go persuade these foresaid knights to yeeld I salued them which done I do demand Surrender of the castle which they held Vnto my Lord that matters so would weld Of curtesie vnto his rendred foe Of custome vsed in like case to shoe This rendring mart they thought too bad to make All three men of prooued valure much In silken white that puffing blast did shake Blacke egle spred whose either head doth tuch The banners sides sir Bowcequalts was such That foorth he hoised wefting in the winde Thinking he doth himselfe in safetie finde Plaine said he would no follie such commit As to become a prisner without cause Trusting right well himselfe for to acquit But morrow morne they yeelded without pause Thereto compeld by raging fiers lawes Of well conceiued hope they were beguild Their fortresse left forsaken and exild Like sparkling lightning droue by southern blast Scorching all it findeth in hit power The valerous prince proceedeth with like waste In burning Townes in raising many a Tower Such hideous stormes he on the French doth shower Rich spoiles we gained and great booties wone Without controle of ought which we had done The valiant and renowmed king of Fraunce When as he hard our Prince in field to be Vowed to fight in armes to prooue his chaunce And carefull was by Poyicters towne least we Should there repasse or that he should vs see Woorthie king most woorthie glorious crowne Right valiant Lord though Fortune now did frowne He sommoned braue Dukes stout Earles and Lords In batteled armes before him to appeere With so much haste as hastie speed affords Encountring strength against vs foes to reare Resolud to fight as one deuoid of feare No spare of coste to furnish his intent Loftie thoughts on vengfull battaile bent When this great masse of men all mustered were The battailes three ordained out of hand Gay duke of Orleaunce first well gouernd there Where sixe and thirtie wauing banners stand Long pennons twice so many there were fand Beate with fine armes of euerie Lord and knight Most glorious vnto the gasers sight Charls duke of Normandie had second guiding The third stout king and there drest to behold Faire knights in glistering armors shining Proud stamping steeds richly trapt in gold High placed crests that hautie helme doth hold Trim flower of France in their braue araie For gallantnes here present were full gaie Ordred did mount on steed as white as snowe Of courage like the king that on him sate Knightly armd ride foorth from ranke to rowe With smiling grace his men to animate Did pleasing and right stirring words relate So Castor like with kingly resemblaunce And kindled heat his speech he did aduaunce My Lords in parle at Parris when you be Your English foes you stoutly menace Desiring that so happie day to see To find them ranged in some open place Heere is the thing apparant to your face The onely thing that you so much did craue The English plast in open field you haue And as the king was in this parlaunce Lord Ribamount who had our battels seen Sent for that cause to view our guidaunce Approcht the king saying sir as I ween Your enimies in one battell placed been Are men at arms two thousand as I gesse Fiue thousand fiue hundred archers no lesse Right sagely they and warily ordred ar With bowmen they

From one to thother thus she hurls the ball A goodly custome of our passed wars That passing faire and Christian like did seeme For euer at the end of hottest iars The conquests selfe so much we did esteeme That ransom better than spilt blood we deeme On solem oth we oft great prisoners trust That would redeem their gaged promise iust For curtesie at end of battels rage We Englishmen and French are greatly famde For cruell handling and slauish vsage Rough Almains and sterne Spaniards greatly blamde Vnciuill rude and beastly were they namde Vndoutedly braue knight most valerous Vnarmed is most sweet and courteous With baissed launce the knights approch amaine Foorth stept the French willing them to hold For as tane prisoners they do all remaine My heauie seruants that same thing haue told When coummen knights saw me lie on the mold In wounded state they greatly do bemone My luckles death that heer was slaine alone Sharpe brinish teares trickle from their eies Some wring their hands making full pitious griefe Some fill the eare with their resounding cries My speciall seruants such whose sole reliefe Stay comfort aid and succor was I chiefe I heard one waile my hard and luckles chaunce And in his mone my praises high aduaunce Sweete gentle knight he said faire peerles flower Of Mars his traine good valiant champion stout What wicked wight to forge bad gleaue had power Whereby bright lampe of life was striken out Blacke colie smith when first thou wents about This toole to forge I would thou hadst ben mad Dan Vulcans luck or woorse mischaunce hadst had Braue England neuer bred a brauer knight Puissant Fraunce hath felt no fierceser foe Fairer conditionde neuer liuing wight More curtesies no earthly man did knoe More finer wit more iudgement none did shoe In his attempts more honors none hath gaind By high exployts then those thou hast attaind From out our bunch our Orients pearle is gon From treasure ours our rarest iewell lost From iuorie ours stolne is our whitest bon Reft from our welth rich thing of greatest cost Of all our pillars falne is most surest post Good Chandos slaine I saie no more but this Best English knights thy presence much will mis Companions bold adiutors of thy acts Captains stout whose harts with thee did dwell Soldiers true the furtherers of thy facts For thy mischaunce their pleasures will expell As onely he they loued deerely well This speech I hard but could not speake againe Oppressed I so much with dolefull paine Right pensiuely resorteth to my minde Lord Cleremount slaine at Poycters feild Not far from hence sir Charls of Bloys I finde My conscience neere whom I from peace withheild Now I as he lay tumbled by my sheild Ech captaine that doth slaie when he may saue Some blooddie end must euer looke to haue More praisefull vertue in a conquerer Then mansuetie is none to be found More famous neuer any victorer Then those whose acts do breath good gentle sound Loth tyrant hatefuls name vpon the ground As thundring storme suffers smooth calme at last Well intreating should be when battails past Vertuous clemencie spareth life from death When gastly Mors attacheth with sharpe dart The onely thing dasht mind in quiet sleath From crueltie is free to haue the hart Sweete soule it makes most ioyfully depart A princely thing the yeeldeds life to spare Most manly minde in victor doth declare On sheilds and pauish laied warely Borne to Mortimer plast on softned bed My wounded hed vnarmed charely And salues applied to that which freshly bled In dolerous plight I laie thus sore bested But in the space of fowr and twentie howers Foorth flew my soule to faire Elisian bowers The English they lament my sodaine losse Some Frenchmen ioyed much at my mischaunce Because I woonted was with them to tosse In warlike wise to their anoyaunce My fortunes fauors they thought abundaunce Frends English loud because in me they found Bountie valure and vertue to abound Foes French feared from hence growed their hate Vile giddie fortune laugh vntill thou burst Triumph and ioy that thus thou gaues a mate To me shewing hatefull spite at woorst Who trusts thy fauns is senceles mad and curst Toling me on vnto my sharpe decay Setting my sun and closing vp my day At prosperous things thy leuell dost thou ame Proud though thou hast thus foild me in the feild No fretting time shall yet decay my name Thou strengthles art bright glory to ore weild But vertuous fame thy spite obscureth seild All mortall men be subiect to mishap But cheefely those that sit in fortunes lap I Chandos felt the force of fortunes power How fickle she how soone she doth decay In greatest brauery me lesse then in an hower She did confound as here perceaue you may At Chauigney if I had made my stay What I desirde had come vnto my hand For Frenchmen had been taken and their band Or being come if that I had not slid And so receud my fatall deadly blo Or that my vysore closed downe had bid Or Percy had of my aduenture kno What do I here of ifs fond resons sho My dismall day my latest time was doon My oyle all spent and hastie course out run My death bewaild mongst Lords and noble dames For that in me much noblenes they found Full many a knight my great misfortune blames To whom my curtesie often did abound For my large fame about the world did sownd A batchelers life pursuing armes I liud In countries cause that hastie death depriud What glorious praise deserues that woorthy wight Whose armd bodie as bulwark gainst the foe Dispising life in throngs of foes doth fight For cuntries cause and sweetest sweet bestow Though bodies die wide do their praises gro Seld well got honor sufferd is to die But memorized liues perpetually I count not my past death vnfortunate Because I was in my kings quarrell slaine But that when least I thought of fortunes mate Alone I was brought to my finall baine Why God so would the reasons shewed I plaine Though like offence on earth God pardoneth Great dangers is of that still lasting death For though vile murtherer florish as a palme Fast planted in faire Iordans meddows flore And goodlike daies passe foorth in pleasant calme And bended peoples knee him doth adore Great kingdome rules from one toth other shore Yet douted is it that eternally He is condemnd to hels perplexitie Wherefore good captains sprong of English race That faire atchiue makes Lords of life or death To yealded foe shew woonted English grace Before you kill do as olde prouerbe saith Talke eate drinke sleepe and often take your breath Ear you execute thing of importaunce Then seldome will ensue repentaunce Rare is the vertue hurt not to reharme Great fortitude offences to remit Shining glorie to strong conquering arme To sheath his sword when ended fighting fit Which happie fames doth so togither knit As wering age can neuer waste