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A15040	A mirror of treue honour and Christian nobilitie exposing: the life, death, and diuine vertues, of the most noble, and godly Lorde Frauncis Earle of Bedford, Baron Russell, Lorde chiefe Iustice, [and] Iustice in Oier, of all the Queene forrests, [and]c. ... Who deceased at Bedford house, the xxviij. of Iune. 1585. AEtatis suæ. 58. Wherevnto is adioyned a report of the vertues of the right valiant & worthy knight S. Frauncis, Lord Russell, sonne and heire apparant of the honour and good giftes of the sayd right noble Earle, who vpon a daye of truce was slaine, by a treacherous strategeme of the Scots, the 27. day of the said month of Iune. The report of George Whetstone, Gent. a faithfull seruant of the sayd right honorable Earle.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1585 (1585)	STC 25342; ESTC S111688	14,333	24

of our most gratious Queene Did glad his hart but with no clyming vaine Which swelleth still where princes fauours raigne She lou'd him as her strength in time of need He honord her with duty zeale and dread 68 He straind him selfe farre more then was his case To serue her highnesse in his latter health In Parlament he did himselfe dissease About sound lawes to arme the Common wealth But priuate gaine he grounded on a shelfe Came the Brydegrome by day or els by night In his cleare lampe he euer more had light 69 Not like his worth his life before is showne The more our losse his death doth now draw neare What was his life his godly death made knowne His sharpe assaulte his faith did nothing scare His care was past he found his Conscience cleare He saw by faith the perfect life in dead The VVomans seede trode on the Serpents head 70 In those fearce panges mans sences often quaile Their feeble heads are full of Idle thought Their hollowe eyes of worldly sight do faile Their foltring tonges do wag and vtter nought Their harts do pant as they with death had fought But he whose life by none of these did wrōng In death had vse of eye hart head and toung 71 His head was free from worldly thought and care His harte did still contemplate of gods booke His toung his faith did in his end declare His eyes abroade did towards heauen looke His hands he heau'd when strength the rest for sooke His chamber seem'd a heauenly preaching place Him selfe euen then the soundest teacher was 72 Among the rest his sayings full of Grace For our regard this one would here remaine I do thanke God that I shall dye in peace And do not liue for to beholde the paine Which for our sinnes on earth is like to raigne Regard it well and each man one amend What good men dreed God forth most doth send 73 S. Austine saith that God is all in all And with his Grace is euer with the good It followes then the wicked to appaule His vengeance is euen mixed with their blood His mercy long his Iustice hath forestood But tempt not farre the lothest man to fight When he is wou'd the soundest blowes doth smight 74 England beware bewarnd if thou be wise Thy ●ecret sinnes ●or open vengeance crye The words are mine but his the sound aduise What men forshaue that ready are to dye The sage do hold euen for a prophesie His eyes no dobut the hyest heauens did peace And saw euen that his toung did then rehearce 7● For to conclude the word the deuill and death He vanquished in all his housholds sight From Gaspes or Grones ware free his latter breath His life did weare euen like a Taper light O happy soule that made so strong a fight And thus in fine he mildly did disseace Euen in the place where long he liu'd in peace 76 A happy ende that Plato calleth blest The end that he most gladly did imbrace The ende his end that many since haue mist. The end that failes his memory to deface Whose vertues liue and shineth in his race The end that soone had raisd this heauy mone Alas the Earle of Bedford now is gone 77 Yea he forth of this sinfull world is gone Gone from the traines of Enuy and disdaine Gone gone before the knowledge of this mone Which would haue grieu'de him more then all his paine His noble sonne treacherously is slaine His sonne his heire of honor Grace and all Stout Lord Russell whom Mars we well might call 78 A passion heare so dul● my heauy muse As that I faint to sound his high renowne My hand and iudgement haue forgot their vse To staine my worke the teares do trickle downe O dismall tune where in the heauens should frowne To reaue at once two Starres of Russels Fame The Sire and So●●e to all this Realme amame 79 Frauncis the Sire derrast by natures Corse Frauncis the Sonne was slaine by Fortunes spight By Fortunes spight armed with treacherous force But yet in spight of all the spights their might His fame shall shine when shame shall raigne light Upon his foes and all the cursed seede That gilty are of this most impious deede 80 God wil be iust you Murthrers then vniust Your iudgement heare although pronounst by me The God that sayd to Cain most accuest Who Caine doth kill shall scanenfolde punisht be Your Murther heare euen in the worst degree Where law of Armes and martiall faith was broke Of God and man will feele the wrathfull stroke 81 I iudge not who are gilty of this deed God will reueale the deepth of all this reach But this I say his valour they did dread Experience erst before their eyes did teach Where danger stood his courage made a breach Which made them seeke by Cowardise his breath Who would himselfe haue els reveng'd his death 82 A shamefull part vpon a day of Truse Where mortall foes no sharpe reuengement trye But once againe who set this fowle abuse T'ware good that he the 〈…〉 ●ye And desarts haunt till vengeance 〈◊〉 dye Yea there to dreede vntill his 〈…〉 Each bush that strrres a RVSS 〈◊〉 frend 83 But leaue we here his foes vnto their fall And see how hye ●●●●●e vertue ●a●●d this Lord When Treason arm'd the Northerne parts with thrall In tender yeares with noble courage sturde He left the Court and tooke him to the sword But did not with the multitude retower When Rebels fled before their Princes Power 84 To stay him there he maried in those parts A louing wife and S Iohn Fosters heire Who dyed soone yet for her sweete desarts And for the zeale he to that seruice bare To leaue those parts he neuer since had care Whose gouerment and hazard oft of blood Approu'd him arm'd to do his Country good 85 The Romaine warres record a noble fight By Mantius sonne in Combat with his foe His father yet in all his Souldiers sight Put him to death because he did vndoe His Order made that none should hazard so This Lord likewise commaunded was to ward For valiantues beyonde his lifes regard 86 Knighted he was and worthy in the field Who neuer yet did faint to see his foe Yea thus betrayde when he was wild to yeld He aunswered thus That will I neuer doe Add drewe his sword but o they shot him through Yet home he went and caried death aliue So lōg as strēgth with mortal woūds might striue 87 What should I say In field a Mars he was In time of peace a stayde and noble Knight In pride of yeares to be cut vp like gras Giues cause of mone to many a worthy wight Of Chiualrie who held him for the light But all in vaine To market to be sold The young sheape comes aswell as doth the old 88 To ward Deaths Dart Honnour is no

4 My Muse is bound by seruice zeale and loue The spight of death and fortune here to showe The Sire Sonne whose soules are crownd aboue With ethers corse posses the earth below Untill the daye of Christe his glorious showe By natures corse the one bereft of breath By fortunes spight the other brought to death 5 First of the first that Earle of Bedford hight A gratious Lord as euer lui'd on earth A Counseller and of the Garter knight Right honorable in vertue lore and birth Image of Grace and goodnes here on earth Whose life may be a Mirrour for the best Whose death nay life proclaimes his soule at rest 6 His purple rohe doth show his honor sound His armed sword the metle of his hart His forward leg in S. Georges Garter bound A token is of courage and desart His Counselers place to valour ioyneth Art His loyall truth aboue the rest doth shine His Godly zeale may well be cal'd deuine 7 His mourners clothd in harts as sad as weedes His vertues blasd for few bad men bemone Among the rest his charitable deedes with his sweete soule to Abrahms brest are flone The poore dismayd crye out that he is gone Whose sights and teares their eyes do scald or blind as men past hope his like againe to finde 8 But to discribe this gratious Lord at large His birth life death his gifts and godly feare For Homers pen or Virgils ware a charge Whose vertues firme beseemes the noble peere As Honors Grace within his brest to beare His perfect life the best devines might teach What workes become the holy words they preach 9 First of his birth which in his actes appeare By oft decents a Gentleman he was Ten worthy Squiers the Russels Armes did beare To Knights likewise decended of the race And through desart which hath the hyest place His noble Sire in Henries eye a pearle Clim'de by degrees vntill he was an Earle 10 Eight Cotes he bare which hereditare were The Russels first of all men knowne his owne Delatowres the next a Westerne heire Muschamp the third a Northerne Baron knowne Herringham the fourth a neighbour of his owne Frewxmer the fift from Worcetshire which came Wise was the sixt in Devonshire long of name 11 Deriu'd from Truth and lawfull Pedigrewe These former six his noble Father bare The other too were to his Mother dewe Sabcote she hight Inheritrix and heire With Saint Marke ioynde both in Northampton shire Long thus he was as I haue sayd before A Gentleman and Caesar was no more 12 And sith his howse is built of Honer now You well shall see the ground worke to be found Aduaunce I graunt to weake desart may bow And weaker Grace the building may confound But this strong forte is raisde on noe such ground The noble Lord first Earle of all his race The ground-worke layde by Vallor lore and Grace 13 He did not mount as some men with a starte Vallor him proud a Scevola to be Baronde he was on tryall for desarte Through wisedome then he climed by degree King Henries eyes did iudge as well as see Who with these roomes and Garter did him staule Lord Preauy zeale and eke Lord Admirall 14 Edward the sixt of Christ endeme the pearle For seruice great and loyalty vnstainde Created him of Bedford then the Earle Who still confest these guts by God he gainde And blest of God his vertues all remainde as ioynde vnto the honnor he begonne Unto this Lord the noble Earle his sonne 15 Gods wisedome oft euen from the Iawes of death Saues those whome he to worthy charges caule Throwne in the deepe he gaue to Moyses breath At Lycaonia Stonde he did reuiue S. Paule That there escapes might cōfort thraules in thraule To shew his strength and for a thousands good The Lord this Lord preserued in the stood 16 In tender yeares where one Instruction might Grafte lore and grace which make the noble shine His vertues blasde so cleare in all mens sight As by the same a number did deuine What frutes would grow vpō those bloomes in fine At eighteene years when youth would wāder far This Lord was stayd tooke a chardge in war 17 The West doth know the valour of his hart The Rebels strong he nobly did dismaye The people since haue honord his desart His Syre and he did bring them to obaye And euer since haue kept them at that staye His deeds were knowne by Iustice Trueth zeale To God his Prince and to the Common Weale 18 His holy zeale he builded on Gods word In all his pompe the Pope he did defie When Mary rain'de and bishops rul'de the sworde To cut him short who all his Acts did eye A godly feare his loyall truth did trye His seruice then and hye regard therefore Doth Papists teach their Princes to adore 19 Yet eare I showe his seruice vnconstrain'de I neede must showe how hardly he was vide A Prisoner with the Lord Rich he remainde Till papists had his actions all pervide Which fauteles were but he reuenge resusde He layd his wrong not to his Countries chardge But heaping trueth did sheild her with his tearge 20 Well armed with a stout and loyall hart At S. Quintins he seru'd with proper charg● There needs no trompe to sounde his hye desart Truth bydes the push vnarm'd with shield or targe Malgre his foes his merits were so large As that the Queene esteemde him with the best And made him then lieutenant of the We●t 21 The trust was great but far more great his trueth Yet he profest the faith he did before When as he saw the Clergie voyde of ruth Wherin their rage they seamde a Forest Bore And Christians blood they dronke vp more more He grieu'd to liue where as such Tyrants rainde Yet loyally this bitter Crosse sustainde 22 To trauell then his noble minde was set Which knowledge sought to do his Coūtrey good Abroade his port such noble praise did get As Princes when his fame they vnderstood They honord him by all the meanes they could God did him shield in spight of all his foes And yet he liu'de vnder the Pope his nose 23 Abroade he did not as our papistes doe In practise ioyne their Countrey to confownde Although his Queene were to gods word a foe He neuer wrought that she should be vncrownd No no his faith and honour both were sound Who oft had read and did regard it well That Tyrants were no warrants to rebell 24 No Tyrants are the scourges of Gods Ire Sent from aboue to chasten sinne below But as the Rod the father throwes in fire If in his sonne he sees that grace doth grow The soueraigne God with Tyrants dealeth soe Their rules are short and long his mercies raigne When as he sees that we our sinnes refraine 25 England doth know my censure to be