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A09583	A commemoration of the right noble and vertuous ladye, Margrit Duglasis good grace, Countis of Lennox daughter to the renowmed and most excellent Princesse Margrit, Queene of Scotland, espowsed to King Iames the fourth, of that name ... wherin is rehearsed hir godly life, her constancy and perfit pacience, in time of infortune her godly end, [and] last farewel, taken of al noble estates at the howre of her death. The ninth day of March. 1577. At her house of Hackney in the countie of Midlesex: and now lyeth enterred the thyrd of April, in the chappel of King Henry the seauenth her worthy grandfather. 1578. And anno. 20. of our soueraigne lady Quéene Elizabeth, by Gods permission of England, Fraunce and Irelande Quéene, [and]c.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1578 (1578)	STC 19864; ESTC S110448	15,671	36

Elizabethes good grace And eldest Daughter was as is well knowne Unto a perelesse Prince of royall race whose worthy facts through out the world was blown ▪ Of England he atteind the kingly throane Edward the fourth euen so was clypt his name And Henry the seauenth espowsd this noble dame The knot thus knit to Brittains lasting ioy ▪ The house of Yorke and Lancaster was one Where discord erst did commons hartes anoy Loue now had place and they smale cause to mo●● A blast of blisse in euery place was blowne For perfit peace whyrld enuy headlong downe ●h●̄ that these states enioyed the regall Croune Though rebelles radge did kindle oft the brand Of dyre debate ye mortall wars and strife Yet did this Prince with his out stretched hand Prepare to daunt his ●oes with bloudy knife As iust he was so mercy was as rife To all his actes God ga●e so good increase That by his meane England possessed peace In wedlockes right to make the commons faine God on the earth did multiply his séede He by his Queene ●ight Children did obtaine which did his ioyes and subiects heape indéede His eldest Sonne that should the crowne succeede He did conioyne in wedlock this is plaine ▪ With Kathren Daughter to the king of Spaine Who with her in that holy sacred state Not full sixe monthes enioyed vitall breath Amydst his blysse Ioue did cut short his fate And in his youth hi● body brought to earth ▪ When time is come death waies not bloud nor birth He strikes aswel the Prince that wer● y crown As he doth tach the begger and the clown No gi●tes of goulde no houldes nor yearely ●ée Can cause him staye when God commaundes to strike He feares no state he spares no high degree The ritch and poore to him are all alike He doubtes not he the Champions push of picke ▪ The strong and weake he makes full soone to bende It s vaine alas with death for to contende The Prince cut off by d●nt of death thus wise The Duke of Yorke that noble Henry hight Whose ●ame Report beares to the orient skies Proclamed was of Wales the Prince by right Though the fyrst Sonne were reft the Fathers ●●ght The second did King Henryes ioyes increase Whose praise to vaunt the commons neuer cease My noble Mother then Margrit clipte by name His eldest Daughter much he did delight He sought hir wealth and high renowne ●o frame And vnto Iames the fourth did her behight Who ware the crowne of Scotland as his right And she to him was spowse and crowned Queene Such care for peace was in my Grandsire séene And for myne Aunt the Lady Maries grace His hart was bent beningly to prouide Twixt Christian Realmes he sought sound loue to place The fruites whereof myght discord thrust aside Fyue of his Children here before him dide And with the last my Grandams daies did ende And after soone the King to death did bende Thus tyme worne out there can remaine no staye For sicknesse health efte soones we sée doth wound It strength consumes and beauty weares away And last comes death to driue vs to the ground From earth we came and earth a meane hath found To clame her own from whome when death hath don● No meane is left for vs to start or ronne No Potenstate no Caiser no Prince nor King No Duke no Marquis earle nor Lorde be bould Of dreadfull death san scape the bitter sting When God appoyntes all flesh must turne to mould He strickes the young he tames the aged ould The Misers m●cke can not his life prolong When God decrees death forth to stricke must throung The wise mans skill nor cunning cannot s●r●e When death doth come his sauegarde to procur● He from the heastes of Ioue will no time swarue The foole and wise of death may be most sure Then worldly wightes whilst here you do indure Know life to death is subiect euery hower Whose stroake to ●●un no creature hath the power Henry the seauenth his Quéene and children fyue Resining life as her by me is toulde Henry the eyght as king remaind aliue Whose praise of right ought for to be enroulde And regestred by Fame in letters writ of goulde That all estates may know and vnderstand How nobly he did gouerne this land Quéene Margrit my mother did then remaine In Skotland with the king Iames clipt by name But the Lady Marie I must be plaine Aboode with the eight Henry of fame He sought of her estate the wealth for to frame ▪ And minding each tide her name to aduaunce He maried his sister to the king of Fraunce The spowsals solempnist with ioy and with glée In Parris mine Aaunt was crowned the Quéene But king Iamy the fourth did soone decree To enuy king Henry as well it is séene The read Roase that flourished with leaues full gréene He sought to extirpe and pluck vp by roote But soone his vaine hoape was trod vnder foote The Quéene my mother of curte●●e flower Would oft on hyr knées perswade with his grace To stay from his purpose and leuye no power The borders of Brittane to spoyle and deface She could not preuaile he would follow the chase His stomack found sturdy would nothing relent ▪ He rainged all heedlesse to pine and to detriment Thus reason made subiect vnto his wil He sought to enlarge his pine and his paine But a prince to be ruled by his owne skill ●an not secure nor safe long time remaine All goeth to wrack where men good counsell disdainde Raishnesse bringes peril and daunger ten fould But wisedome makes Princes alwaies extould To great was the follye of king Iames be you sure Whose arrogant hart and asspiring minde His spoile and decay in time did procure So list ambition his sences make blind To Henry the eight he waxed vnkinde And sought the seedes of discorde dire to sowe UUhere frendship and faith of right ought to growe ▪ His furie increasing an ●oast he prepared Hi● rage founde restles reuenge did desyre Yet when he thought least with thrall he was snared And supt vp the dregs of his conceiued yre Presumption reuenge doth alwaies require The greater the gilt the scourge sharper found For Iustice the vniust whirles still to the ground My Uncle King Henry the eight of that name Beholding of Iames the surquedie and pride Assembled his power this Prince for to ta●●e Whose folly a rod for him selfe did prouide At Bramstome this battell should manly be tryde In which as God would king Iamy was slaine His Army dispersest and Skots put to pain● ▪ Lo this was the fine of this abusion Here enuye was plauged according desert His vnkind dealing wrought his confusion His to fond bowldnesse through pearced his ●art Temeritie was cause of his spoyle and his smart His guerdon was death and losse of renowne For God the proud hart doth dayly cast downe The Quéene my Mother then hearing these newes The kings infortune

did greatly lament She mourned that ●he did counsell refuse And with his estate would not be content But such is the ende of those that be bent To per seuer in pride mischiefe and ill Shame is the reward of foolish fond will. In Skotland my carefull Quéene mother I leaue To take the garde of king Iames her young sonne And to Fraunce my tale tendes ye may perceiue With the Quéene mine Aunt I haue not yet donne The thread of life that Lachasis ●ad sponne Atropos prest forth in sunder to share Of her husband the king to dye we borne are All flesh is grasse and doth wither away Euen as the flower that doth partch with the sunne No Phisick can serue our lyues for to staye When the clockes past and the hower full runne By death to all ●ortes Gods will must be donne But how or when no mortall man doth knowe Ne yet in what sorte death will bring him lowe Some by long sicknesse theyr lyues do resigne Some with the sworde are constrained to dye And some by famine to earth do incline And some in the floudes déepe drentched do lye Some by the lawes from death cannot flye Subiect to miseries we are on the earth And certaine to dye euen from our fyrst byrth No charter of life is graunted to man Our time is but short our dayes are not long Our substaunce is d●ath and do what we can To earth we shall tourne be we neuer so strong Let vs not thinke then that death doth vs wrong When or in what sort he shall vs arest No let vs be ready to welcome this guest Consider that time runnes on without stay If he once passe by he will not turne back And as the time fades mans dayes weare away For the Web of this lyfe runnes still vnto wrack In time keepe watch then least death the house sack For such as liue carelesse glorying in sinne Séeke to themselues distruction to winne Quéene Mary mine Aunt a widdowe now left And so was my Mother of Skotland the Quéene Theyr Princes by death both from them bereft A cause of care in each of them was seene Myne Unckle king Henry whose fame lasteth gréene Did comfort them both in their great distresse As one well content theyr cares to redresse Quéene Mary myne Aunt his sister moast deare He sent for agen to come into England And wedded she was to a noble Piere Of Sulfolcke the Duke named Charles Brandon To him she byhight her hart and her hande And God on the earth theyr seede did increase Who gaue them prosperity plenty and peace My Mother in Skotland v●knowen to the king Did enter the knot of wedlocke againe With Lord Archimball Duglas co●sider this thing Of Angus the Earle as knowne it is plaine Unruly the Skotes as then did remaine For which cause the Queene to England her tooke And Sotland awhile she left and forsooke The king her brother of loue moast intire At Harbo●ell Castell her harbour appointed Where and in which place sith to know ye desyre I was borne of my mother a Queene anointed And at the fountstoone as the Prince appoynted Margrit I was clipt this is most true As you that list search in Cronacles may view In youth I was trained to vertue and grace In age I hild that in youth I did learne In fayth and Gods feare I ran on my race Obedience and trueth I helde as chiefe sterne ▪ No lightnesse in me could any discerne My hart and my hand to do good was bent And wisedome to learne I was well content But such is the time and date of our dayes That lyfe cannot last as flesh doth require Though pleasure doth graunt to garnish our wayes And Fortune accorde to content our desyre Yet when we thinke least to death we are nyere Our musick hath ende our pleasure doth fade Our pomp as nothing in moment is made Our eyes that delight the courser to view 〈◊〉 dazled of trueth in taking abreth Though knightes at the tylt our ioyes do renew Yet both we and they shall turne vnto earth 〈…〉 Captaine can once conquer death ●e ●eares no armour nor yet bar●ed steede 〈…〉 to death belongeth indeede 〈…〉 nor coastly attyre 〈◊〉 moast ritch nor Iewels worthy price 〈◊〉 mountaines of gould may death no time ●yre No ●eau●y to saue you can him once intice 〈…〉 after vertue learne to loath vice 〈…〉 though death cut all degrées downe 〈◊〉 ma●ger the graue purchace renowne My mother the Quéene king Iamies true wife A Ruler of Skotland from death could not flye Qu●●ne Mary of Fraunce myne Aunt lost her lyfe You see death doth kingdomes and Monarkes defy He will not be parciall no state he sets by The'●le Angus my Father did bow to the ground And so did my brother the king of Skots cround My parents bereft me and also myne Aunt My brother and kinsfolke to myne anoy Yet list myne Unckle the eight Henry graunt A meane distressed to bring me to ioy To call me to Court his grace was not coy With Maries good grace his daughter by right My roome to alot his highnesse did delyght And after in tyme when God did decrée Elizabeths grace to the world to bring Myne Unckle her Father so tendered me That with her in the Court I had my 〈…〉 So déerely loued me Henry the eight King 〈◊〉 bounty and kindnesse I may not forget 〈…〉 me his Nece so greatly did set In Court I was lyked and loued of all At vertue I laboured ●ill for to ame To loosenesse of ly●e I was neuer found thrall My wordes on wisedome I sought for to frame By meanes whereof I purchased fame But when I thought leste to griefe I was ●hrall From reason by loue to soone I did fall Unknowen to the king my Unckle most deare My fayth to Lorde Thomas Howard I plight Most trusty to me his troath did appeare But fortune her fawning list chaunge vnto spyght Our loue she red●●st into the kings sight Who ●or our offence to the Tower vs sent Where much our infortunes we both did lament I mourned that I by Phansie was led And yet from my loue I could not recoyle The Princes dispeasure my cause of care bred But trew loue sought still my dolors to foyle But loue of my loue prepared the spoyle And he in the Tower did finishe his lyfe To whome by contract I had vowed my selfe wife His death with my teares I did often lament Myne Unckles displeasure did grieue me as mutch Yet Patience gaue charge I should be content She in my distresse with hoape did me tutch And though fortune did against my blisse grutch Yet hoape at the last her hate did restraine And to the kinges fauour did bring me againe My faulte he remitted and tooke me to grace My bondage was past my hoape fréedome won Yet when of my Lorde I constred the case And how for my loue his lyfe was vndon

I wept the young wight the Duke Norfolckes Sonne That for my loue did his lyfe in bondes paye And yelded his corps to 〈…〉 claye To banish my cares and my blisse to augment Th erle Lennox for me the king did prouide To whose ●east of trueth I gaue my consent Euen he was my spowse and I his true bryde Unto my Lorde stedfast my fayth was tryde By whome in wedlocke eyght Children I had Our cares to diminish and make our hartes glad But death vnto lyfe found dayly a foe Six of our Children away from vs ●ent In tender youth he layed them downe lowe Whose losse with teares we much did lament But yet with Gods will we stoode well content Whose diuine working we could not withstand● Who maketh and killeth in turning a hande But anew t' inlarge our myrth and our glée A Prince to the king myne Unckle he sent And Edward the sixt then named was he Whose byrth of the commons the ioyes did augment But after alas dire death from me hent The king mine Unckle a Prince worthy fame Whose actes through the world reuiueth his name No meruaile it was though then I were woe My griefes did increase my playntes did abound● And with me all England theyr ●obes did bestowe To waile for his want moast highly renounde To Fren●chmen and Skots a scourge he was found● Their B●lwarkes he racst and sackt many 〈◊〉 ▪ Yet Ma●ger his myght death sent him to moulde A Mars he was name● such was his power He gloried in fight to vaunt sworde and shield With thump of Canon he sackt many tower He with fire and sword his foes forcst to yeld Not Hector could gayne more honor in fielde Then Henry the eight in battell hath wone Yet death to the graue constraind him to ronne Thus here you may sée that death is the wight That neyther spares king Kaisar nor Prince He will not be hyred death all doth smyght The Conqueror he dreades not to conuince 〈◊〉 fauours no towne he cares for no Prouince No Canon can scare him of this be you bould Death stricketh all states they must turne vnto mould The death of the kinge the Commons did gréeue Yet did his seede theyr solace swéete increase King Edward the syxt theyr cares did releeue Who planted in England tranqu●●●tie and peace Of Scotland he gan the rage for to cease And calmed the brages of the harby vniust To wh●se smooth tongue he had smale cause to trust King Edward the syxt enioying the Crowne Was cut downe by death in his tender yeares Whose name yet liueth deseruiug renowne Report to the Clowdes his prayses pure reares His losse to Brittaine procured salt teares Bewayled he was in porte and in towne ●re seauen yeares were past death cut him downe Soone after him then Quéene Mary did sucseede The Scepter and Sword came to her hande 〈◊〉 cut her downe also death doubtlesse decreed When she not sixe yeares had ruled this lande Before those Princes I constant did stande My trueth vnblemisht I faythfull was found Obedience and trueth was my chiefest ground Quéene Mary disceast to Englands great ioy Elizabeths grace attained the crowne Who laboured her subiects to shielde from anoy Gods trueth she aduaun●st and fasehood put downe Through Europ is blowen her highnesse renowne Whose flowring fame brauncheth lyke tholiue gréene Tryumph you Brittaines in your royall Quéene For since that Brutus this Land did atchieue Her lycke ●ath not béene of this be you boulde For wisedome a Saba your blisse to reuiue You all do possesse then let be extoulde Her vertue to skies let each tongue vnfoulde The praise of this Quéene a Princesse of peace Who s●ekes of the commons the ioyes to increase Like Iudeth she sittes with sworde in her hande To daunt Holophernus and beate downe his pryde By her the thrée graces continue and stande About her princely seate Sibelles abide Such fate list Ioue for this your Quéene prouide The Musesnine with hyr good grace to dwell For prudent skyll your Princes doth excell With in her brest Iustice a place hath pyght And in her mercy welds the supreme sway The poore opprest to helpe she doth delight Her hand is prest to shield them from decay To al the fruites of loue she doth display Her eares attend to heare each subiects wrong Lyke Saba she her subiectes rules among The sacred Nimph that noble Vesta hight Within her bower accompanies this Quéene Like Phebus rayes her glorye glisters bright Adornde she sit● with Lawrill lasting gréene ▪ Pernassus mount to scale this Prince is seene Of Helicon that Riuer running cl●●re To taste her fill our Pandra hath desyre The scepter she like sad Cassandra swa●es Corinna like augmentes her learned skill Then Triton sée in haste thou take thy wayes To spred her fame with taunting trumpet shrill Extoll our Quéene of God be loued still Whose word and will dispight of Chacus yre She to defende hath settled true desyre Her conntryes weale to worke her hart is bent Haute Hydrais head she hath cut of indéede Each Minataure by skill she doth preuent That in her ●oyle of strife would sow the séede ▪ The woolfe she quailes the lambe she séekes to feede With pleasant mylke and honey passing pure ▪ God graunt on earth her grace may long indure Whose blessed dayes all faythfull hartes assent On be●●ed knées of ruling Ioue to craue With all your powers let hartes and tongus consent To pray to God this ruling roase to saue Thrise Nestors yeares wish that her grace may haue And as her loue to God is faythfull séene So pray alway that God may shielde our Quéene In court my lyfe with soueraine mind I lead To whom my fayth most loyall I behight When I thought least a cause of care was bread To banish blisse and thrust my ioyes to flight I felt the force of cruell Fortunes spight A web of woe she tought my handes to wea●e As by my tale ye shall anon perceaue Myne eldest Sonne Lord Darly namd of right From England went to Skotland this is plaine Mary the Queene his presence did delight And for him did of Skotland rule ordaine Wedded they were and he theyr king did raine And God on the earth to maintaine theyr peace Did geue them a Prince their ioyes to increace The Quéene of England Elizabethes grace And Charles of Fraunce the king this is plaine Did baptise the Prince this is a plai●● case Against which season I lyst not to faine Our royall Quéene certes a fount did ordaine Of fine pure goulde most cunningly wrought Loue to establish she in this sorte sought ▪ Charles Iames this Prince at the fount they then named Whose byrth to my state did yéelde some delight But Fortune afresh my new sorrow framed My honey with gall she saucst through her spight The king my Sonne a wise worthy wight Alack my tongue fayntes the sequ●ll to shoe Without his desert did purchase a foe