of princely mind then beam'd abroad When hauing got her fathers crowne on head She did shew forth the treasures of her heart When she first tooke the Scepter in her hand Euen then professing here the heauenly truth How quietly entred she and with what peace All the Romish rout which swarming here With open throats did thirst to see her fall Though all our neighbour lands then priestly slaues Though forrein Kings and princes threw out threats Bicause they were bewitcht with Romish rags Yet she with hope in God and checke to feare What truth did teach that she did still desend And England of it selfe now free from feare Of forrein princes yoake was glad of her Who being staid in throne and princely seat How mightie things how borne to liue did she Still constant still the same still in one course Directing all the time that she did raigne What she enacted once she held it fast Aswell what toucht the Church as ciuill state No change of hands from right vnto the left Was she acquainted with but still forth right Her gratious God so sauoured this her raigne Which she religiously maintained thus As if she did not quite surpasse all those Which heretofore had raigned in this land At least she matcht the brauest of them all In all her great attempts victorious still If she with armed hand bar'd forrein foes If with the like she daunted stirs at home If with assisting aid she sought to free Her neighbours crauing helpe from seruile yoke The God of heauen did guide her still to gaine Oft times assail'd by false and treacherous meane Wherewith the Iesuites sought to sucke her blood She felt her God to saue her with his sheeld Which taking edge from sword and charge from dagge From poyson strength to doe her any harme Bad her goe on bad her abandon feare That he would be both guide and guard to his But were it not a mightie fault to hide The royall gifts wherewith she was endow'd Her knowledge and her skill the only meane Which doth adornea noble royall wit Her learning did surmount her sex and kind She had obtain'd the chiefe and learned tongues Whereby she knew what things were to be knowne Vpon these grounds and learning of her owne She fauour'd so all people that were learn'd As both th' Vniuersities felt by Royall graunt The benefits wherewith she priuiledged them As euerie shire so warranted from her Found many a schoole well founded for their youth To bring them vp at first whom afterward The Vniuersities were to feed with stronger meats These qualities of hers so rare in woman kind She did not hide but shew'd them to the sunne In all her time so gouerning her estate As all the world did wonder at her wit Which kind of gouernment and blessed course Great potentates abroad in forrein parts Did so admire as they forthwith did send Their Embassies to her with true desire To craue and haue her friendship and her loue Whose answere was return'd in sort so wise And in that tongue which they themselues did vse A thing for wonder rare beyond beleefe To find in that weake sex so strong a gift But that her selfe past wonder past beleefe As they were all amaz'd and comming home Reported to their Lords the thing they scant beleeu'd So strange a prince had God giuen to this world Truth to maintaine and falshood for to mate Besides all these great troups of noble men Rapt with the fame and honour of her name Desiring to see whereof they heard so much With gladsome hearts repaired to this Realme And as they came with gladnesse for to see So they departed glad when they had seen Her entertainment was in such a sort For majestie of state and princely cheere As in all points she did content them all Nay diuers noble Dames whom like desire Enflamed for to see the object of their eares Did vndertake the way though nere so long By sea by land to see that they did seeke What honour were these things to this our Isle What glorie to all those of that her sex That forraine lands should send both Ladies and Lords To heare our princes voice to see her face To kisse her faire and tender royall hand This was her publicke course in case of state Whereof the world each where eye witnesse was Now as she was addicted still to heare Or priuatly to read some learned booke She neuer brook't nor could with patience beare What she perceiu'd vnseeming for a Prince But as her choice was euer of the best And chiefest that did write in any tongue So what she found to be sincere and pure That did she note and laid it vp in store VVhat was not such as sorie she had red That she exil'd both from her eie and eare If ought came by the way while she did read VVhich smelt of blood or cruell tyrants hand Her selfe rejected straight and willed him That red with her to read the same alone And after tell it her in milder phrase Nay farther if the lawes by force of right Condemned any one for crime to die None was more loath to yeeld to such a death None more desired to respit time for life Her nature was so mild her heart so kind As paine or death deseru'd could hardly winne Though law and justice both did bid her strike Besides when any of her priuate traine Did painfully perfourme his charge in truth How would she cherish him with courteous termes Alluring euerie heart to yeeld her loue Of which her gentle course well fitting her This may be brought for proofe that being sicke No Ladie of her suit refused paines By night by day to saue their princes health But euerie one with danger of their owne Did seeke to saue her life whom they so lou'd And as the women did so did the men VVith earnest care in dutie to perfourme That sorrowfull seruice with losse of prince to liue By nature such she was by vertue such As none deny'd her loue where she did like To knit the last with least whatsoeuer thing She vndertooke to daunce to play to sing Or what so else a modest Queene might doe That she perfourm'd with majestie and grace That it became the place that it beseem'd a Queene Now drawing neere to death she stay'd on still The faith she held in life she kept in death That though they which were neere her when she dyed VVere for her death in paine and extreame griefe And could haue wisht her longer time to liue Yet they rejoic'd to see her so depart As in her death they saw a present life For at her death she did remember well Both what concern'd her soule her heauenly state And how she must depart without delay As when her soule her mortall bodie left VVith triumph she did mount straight into heauen Nor when she died she did forget hers here As many mothers doe forget their babes But left vs such a King whose
vertues might Abridge the griefe which lacke of her might breed This was her end this was her liues last act VVith clap of hands for sorrow but not for joy For who can but bewaile the losse of such a prince What time can serue to stint the streame of wosull teares For who is' t we haue lost a prince whom man did not But God alone did choose protector of his word The trumpet of his truth a mother to vs all Apillar to all peace a death to all debate The honour of her sex a Queene surmounting match Of whom when all is said all is not enough I must confesse we haue just cause to grieue But yet two greater grounds rebate our griefe The first because her age her seauentie yeares Had made her ripe and readie for to die If she had been before a maried Qneene Or not hauevs'd a diet low and spare Her life had not endur'd in strength so long She died in happie raigne not feeling crosse Belou'd at home admir'd abroad a matchlesse prince So that it seems she changed onely place By such a blessed death cal'd vp to heauen VVhere here on earth she raignd in fits of care Now who so shall bewaile one dying so So throughly bles'd in state so perfect good He shall not seeme to mourne for her he mones But to lament for losse of priuate gaine And yet an earnest loue cannot but mourne VVhen cause whence loue did rise hath his recourse VVhich bred and borne on ground that beares it vp Cannot be tyred at all with shed of teares The second cause which ought to stay our griefe And that may seeme the proper cure to care Is that the Queene when death approched her Did stint where all our griefe for her should stay By pointing vs a King and that a man Accustomed to rule one of our English blood VVhich all his time hath fostered vp Gods truth A friend to peace a prince of mightie skill To whom our Queene our good Elizabeth Did yeeld as to a prince her peere each way So that although we grieue for losse of her Yet this one close should knit vp all our griefe For that by her owne choise and right of blood VVe haue a King to turne our greefe to joy Now my liege Lord successour to my Queene The greatest King that Brittish soyle hath seene Thou seest a mightie patterne in thine eie A maiden prince which ruled so this state As to match her t is much to passe her more Wherefore thy charge is doubled in our eyes VVhich are in hope that thou wilt follow her steps And rule as she did raigne with equall praise Which thing that thou maist doe both long and safe and sound Thou must of force with lesuites be at warre VVhose doctrine is to spare no princes blood To rob them of their state to rob them of their liues VVith fire and sword to force them for to yeeld If they though God himselfe forbid the same Yeeld not their royall necks to popish foot The blood of Kings is Iesuites inke to write That liquour is it must make their Rubricks red Will he spare Iames our King which spared not our Queen Will he forbeare a man which preyed vpon a maid She though she caught him oft yet spar'd him oft Which hope in him is dead through such a King Who hath from Gods owne mouth commandement giuen With double paine the bloody Babilon to pine That is his will that gaue King Iames a triple Crowne A triple Crowne what 's that a fatall terme that is The triple Brittish Crowne the Romish bane As good Elizabeth raignes most happie now in heauen So happie may King Iames raigne long with vs in earth And as she did auoid the Iesuites treacherous traines Whereby she gat her graue in drie and quiet death So good King Iames goe late to God and slip their snares For if thou stick'st to God they 'l not sticke to sticke thee R. M.
Curaret prae qua propria spreta salus Quin etiam par cura viris studiosius omnes Certantes obeunt triste ministerium Sic natura potens sic verè regia virtus Perpetui magnes verus amoris erat Denique quicquiderat quod sacra modestia suasit Si cecinit velsi ter pede pressit humum Maiestatis idem magnae decuitque regentem Sic cum laude illi vita peracta prior Cum morti vicina fuit constantia mansit In vita imbibitam in morte sequnta fidem Vt licet vlterius cuperent superesse videntes Gauderent viuae mortis honore pio Sic memor illa sui coelestis sic memor aulae Praesensit vitae fila secanda suae Vt cum desereret mortales spiritus auras Atria coelorum sancta subiret ouans Nec moritura suos neglexit vt improba mater Sed successorem iure creauit eum Qui desiderium morientis tolleret atque Molliret sortis tristia damna suae Qui de morte sua natum lenire dolorem Posset in suaues vertere moesta iocos Terminus hic vitae regnantique vltimus actus Pro plausu planetum dignus habere grauem Nam quis non gemeret iactura principis huius Quae iustis lachrymis tempora sufficerent Amisisse illam quam non homo sed deus ipse Nutricem verbo legerat esse suo Quae patriae dilecta parens quae buccina veri Quae pacis praeses dissidijque lues Primitiae sexus muliebris faoemina princeps De qua cum dices omnia nulla satis Causa equidem fateor moeroris iusta sed illam Eneruat minuens altera causa duplex Quod prouecta aetas quod septuagesimus annus Maturam ad mortem strauerat ante viam Quae si nupta prius si inslato prodiga victu Fracta nequiuisset tam superesse diu Quod regno foelici aduersae nescia sortis Chara domi externis inclyta cassa pari Permutasse locum videatur in altera regna Ad dominum tali morte vocata Deum Quam sic defunctam sic omni ex parte beatam Sic positam in summi conditione boni Si lugere voles lugere videberis illam Non sed priuati propria damna status Atqui nescit amans verè deponere luctum In memori quoties mente recursat amor Qui iusta nitens natus origine gaudet Largo moerentes imbre rigare genas Quem tamen haec lenire potest quae proxima causa Et deponendae propria moestitiae Ipsa sui luctus finem praescripsit in ipsa Morte suis regem cum daret esse virum Assuâ—tum imperto cognato sanguine fratrem Qui veri quo non tempore fautor erat Pacis amans doctrinae omnis multiscius vt quem Agnosset moriens Elizabetha parem Vt licet amissam doleamus debeat esse Moeroris nostri terminus ille tamen Quod tali per eam delecto rege fruamur Qui pro tristitia loetitia autore erit Tuque o Reginae successor maxime regum Quos vnquam vidit terra Britanna prius Ante oculos exemplar habes quia regia virgo Sic rexit nostriregia sceptra soli Vt vel eiesse parem veleam superare sit ingens Vnde tibi grandi pondere crescit onus Illius vt regnum vestigia fausta sequutus Sceptra diu teneas regia laude pari Vtque diu teneas Iesuitae indicito bellum Qui ne parcendum regibus esse docet Sed regno vita priuandos si modo nolint Regia Romano subdere colla pedi Regius est illi pro atramento cruor illo Laiolitarum scripta liquore rubent Parcet Iacobo crudelis in Elizabetham Foemina cui praedae parserit ille viro Foemina deprenso quoties miserata pepereit Cui iam spes perijt mortua rege viro Namque coercendam duplici Babylona flagello Imperat vnde tibi tripla coronadatur Tripla corona quid hoc nomen fatale futurae Romanae triplici tripla Britanna lues Regnat vt in coelis foelix nostra Elizabetha Sic regna in terris rex Iacobe tuis Vtque illa insidias Iesuitarumque furores Eludens sicca morte quieta iacet Sic tu post similes quia non vitaueris illos Et longum in regno tempus adito deum Ri Mulcaster THE Translation of certaine latine verses written vppon her Maiesties death called A Comforting Complaint This onely way I could declare my thankefull mind †Printed at London for Edward Aggas dwelling in long lane at the signe of the Oken tree Anno Dom. 1603. ⧠The Translation of certaine latine verses vvritten vpon her Maiesties death called A comforting Complaint HOw sore had mournfull death shaked th'english soyle If God had not afforded present helpe Who though he tooke our Queene a King he gaue To play the fathers part in mothers losse He tooke away our Queene whose match no age Hath euer seen before or after shall The Kings most royall vertues feed our hope That he will prooue so good the time he raignes As when our dying Queene pronounc'd him heire She did sorewarne her State that he would be Most noble King with happie course and long Stand to thy sterne our hope is vnder saile My Queene though dead now cals me not to teares For countreys heauie losse by fatall stroake But vnto joy for that her happie life here spent She rests in heauen in bosome of her God Of whom when I haue said what I shall say The world shall see how great a good we lost No sooner was this royall infant borne And left her mothers wombe to enter light But Gods foreseeing care by many signes Accompaning her first cradle-time bewraid What rate he held her at how he loued her And in her sex how rare she was to prooue Then he first shew'd his word vnto this land Then he commaunded Pope to part the realme Who though as then he were not quite cut off His superstitious rights remaining still Yet he then shew'd the way how being Queene She might in time make him auoid the land And that she might with greater fame and wit Thereafter rule the reines of Royall state How tri'd he her with change and choise of chance Not onely in her first but after yeares What greater signe of Gods great loue to her What stronger proofe that once she should be great Than to allot her youth such speciall things Whereby to prooue a wise and godly Prince Now when she gan to be of riper yeares Her personage appear'd for beautie rare Her cariage full of majestie and state Whereby she wan the loue of euerie looke But that which wrought in her the greatest grace Was truth in store bestowed in her heart The great indowments of her Royall mind Which she did learne as fast as princely braine With judgement fraught could possibly conceaue All this she learned so as it appear'd That God had bred her vp to be a Queene Which gifts