Glosters aime did stand Ould Buckingham with might and power in seas of woes did him deuoure He hoped when Richard was made King he would much greater honors bring To Buckingham and to his name and well reward him for the same In Clarence death he had a hand and gainst King Edwards Quéen did stand And to hir sonnes bore little lâ—ue when he as Bastards would them prooue King Edward swore him by his oth in true aledgeance to them both Which if I faile I wish quoth he all Christians curse may light on me It so fell out on All Soules day by law his life was tane away He had his wish though not his will for treasons end is alwaies ill In London hauing pleaded claime and Richard there by won the game He challengd honour for his gaine but was rewarded with disdaine On which disgrace within few houres Great Buckingham had raisd his powers But all in vaine the King was strong and Stafford néeds must suffer wrong His Army faild and durst not stand vpon a Traitors false command Beeing thus deceaued onld Stafford fled not knowing where to hide his head The King with speed to haue him found did offer ful two thousand pound Thus Richard sought to cast him downe whose wit did win him Englands Crowne The plaine old Duke his life to saue of his owne man did succour craue In hope that he would him releiue that late much land to him did giue Base Banester this man was nam'd by this vild déed for euer sham'd It is quoth he a common thing to iniure him that wrongd his King King Edwards children he betraid the like gainst him I will haue plaid Being true my heart him greatly graft but prouing false that loue is past Thus Banester his maister sold vnto his foe for hier of gold But marke his end and rightly see the iust reward of trechery The Duke by law did loose his blood for him he sought to doe most good The man that wrought his Maisters woe by lingring griefe was brought full low For when the King did heare him speake how basely he the Duke did take Instead of gold gaue him disgrace with vanishment from towne and place Thus Banester was forst to beg and craue for food with cap and leg But none to him would bread bestow that to his master proued a foe Thus wandred he in poore estate repenting his misdeed to late Till starued he gaue vp his breath by no man pittied at his death To wofull ends his Children came sore punisht for their fathers shame Within a kennell one was drownd where water scarse could hide the ground Another by the powers diuine was strangely eaten vp of swine The last a wofull ending makes by strangling in a stinking Iakes Let traitors this behold and see and such as false to masters be Let disobedient sonnes draw neere these iudgements wel may touch them néerâ— Both old and young that liue not well looke to be plagu'd by heauen or hell â—o haue you heard the story than of this great Duke of Buckingham The wofull death of Queene Iane Wife to King Henry the eight and how King Edward was cut out of his mothers belly To the tune of the lamentation for the Lord of Essex VVHen as King Henry ruld this land he had a Quéene I vnderstand Lord Semors daughter faire and bright King Henries comfort and delight Yet death by his remorslesse power did blast the bloome of this sweet flower Oh mourne mourne mourn faire Ladies Iane your Quéene the flower of England dies His former Quéenes béeing wrapt in lead This gallant Dame possest his bed Where rightly from her wombe did spring a ioyfull comfort to hir King A welcome blessing to the land preserud by Gods most holy hand Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies The Queen in trauell pained sore full thirty wofull daies and more And no way could deliuered be as euery Lady wisht to see Wherefore the King made greater mone then euer yet his grace had showne Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies Beeing somthing eased in his mind his eyes a slumbring sleepe did find Where dreaming he had lost a rose but which he could not well suppose A ship he had a rose by name oh no it was his royall Iane Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies Being thus perplext in greefe and care a Lady to him did repaire And said oh King shew vs thy will thy Queenes sweet life to saue or spill If she cannot deliuered be yet saue the flower if not the tree Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéene the flower of England dies Then downe vppon his tender knée for help from heauen prayed he Meane while into a sleepe they cast his Quéene which euermore did last And opening then her tender woombe aliue they tooke this budding bloome Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead This babe so borne much comfort brought and cheard his fathers drooping thought Prince Edward he was cald by name gracâ—d with vertue wit and fame And when his father left this earth he ruld this land by law full birth Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead But marke the powerfull will of heauen we from this ioy were soone bereauen Sir yeares he raigned in this land and then obeyed Gods command And left his Crowne to Mary heere whose fiue years raigne cost England deare Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands deaâ— Elizabeth raigned next to her Europes pride and Englands starre Wonder world foor such a Quéene vnder heauen was neuer seene A mayd a Saint an Angell bright in whom all princes tooke delight Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Elizabeth the flower of Englands dead A short and sweet sonnet made by one of the maides of honor vpon the death of Queene Elizabeth which she sowed vppon a sampler in red silke To a new tune or to Phillida flouts me GOne is Elizabeth whom we haue lou'd so deare She our kind Mistris was full foure and forty yeare England she gouernd well not to be blamed Flanders sho succord still and Ireland tamed France she befrended Spaine she hath soiled Papists reiected and the Pope spoyled To Princes powerfull to the world vertuous To her foes mercifull to subiects gracious Her soule is in heauen the world keepes her glory Subiects her good deeds and so ends my story The life and death of famous Th. Stukely an English gallant in the time of Queene Elizabeth who ended his dayes in a battaile of Kings in Barbarie To the tune of King Henries going to Bullin IN the west of England borne there was I vnderstand A famous gallant liuing in his dayes by birth a wealthy Clothiers sonne Deeds of wonder he hath done to purchase him a
lawes of all good men commended O noble Duke alas alas thy wofull death is come to passe How wast thou led vnto Tower-hill with billes beset about Euen like a lambe contented still before the wooluish rout O Summerset alas alas thy wofull death is come to passe How did the Common people cry with heaped voyces shril Pardon pardon with hands on high hoping to kéepe him still He stood vpright a noble Duke with constant courage bold Content your selues this was his suse the lawes haue me controld Alas poore soules alas alas your wo will shortly come to passe Pray for the peace of Edward King your Soueraigue he did say That he may prosper in liuâ—ng all ye good people pray Least that his foes alas alas do bring his wofull death to passe Our Summer sweet was thus berest and winter did ensue What carefull hearts to vs were left are since approoued true Oh England cry alas alas that thy woe should come thus to passe Finis A pleasant new Sonnet intituled mine owne deare Lady braue To the tune of Rogero MYne owne deare Lady braue would God it were my hap To be the Spanniell that you haue to dandlo in yourlap Or that â— were so feate to please you with my skippes To take me vp in your conceit to stand and lick your lippes Or that my pranking pace in all points could agree To touch your traine in euery place at least as neere as he Or that I could so bragge or simper with my taile To take me vp into your lap to know what I doe ayle Then should I hope and haue each dainty in the dish And harbor like a pretty knaue according to my wish And sleepe betweene your paps with striking on the â—ead As tenderly each Lady raps such puppies in their beds Would God you would voutchsafe to grant me halfe the grace A lick or leape some time to haue in such a puppies place Should neuer faining whelpe so closely kéepe you play For I will neither yaune nor yelpe your secrets to bewray But what it should behooue A Spaniell to professe To cloake or hide when you remooue my part shall be no lesse And what doth want in him my fauor might supply For though your puppie can do frim yet not so well as I. Perhaps you will forget your puppies dainty toyes When you and I were closely met to play for pritty boyes Then pitty now peruse this written verse of mine Or else the Dog I craue to choose the happy state of thine FINIS A new Sonnet of a curst wife and her husband PAssing along through Redriffe I heard one sore complaining Then streight I drew me neere to him to know the cause and meaning Of this his sorrow care and griefe which did his minde disaster Alasse sayes he what shall I doe my wife will needs be maister For I may did wo worth the time that ere with her I matched For with her nailes that are so sharpe my face she hath bescratched To a Surgion I was driuen to run for to goe beg a plaister So thus God knowes vnto my greefe my wife will be my maister I drndge I droile I tosse I toyle till that the day be ended At night I make to her account what monny I haue spended Or else my pockets she will search and say I am a waster Thus like a mome I liue at home and she will needes be maister For all the paines that I do take yet still she will be chiding Crcept siue groats each night I bring at home ther 's no abiding She saies that I am good for nought but for some foolish Ieaster With angry browes and deadly vowes she sweares to be my master Thus honnest friend as you haue heard I daily liue in sorrow Of neuer a neighbor that I haue dare I once lend or borrow If I should liue as many yeares as euer did King Nestor Yet in my mind it still me feares that she would be my maister I dare not stir forth of her sight but when I am a working For her iealous mind doth thinke I am with one or other lurking And if at any time I should but chance to spend a teaster Shee le call me knaue base rogue and slane and sweares shee le bee the maister FINIS
I lay by and sighing sit Sorrow sighes and teares beget Phillida my fairest Phillida With thée I can play and sing And mine armes shall like a ring faire Phillida Circle thée and then I hold That 's more desir'd of me then gold Phillida my fairest Phillida But without thée still I say I in woe weare time away my déarest loue Therefore let thy kind reply Cure me or I faint and dye Phillida let not thy fancy mooue FINIS Phyllidaes kind replye WHerefore faints my Coridon Thinkes thou I am such a one as Cressida I will prooue as firme to thée As Lucrece or Penelope Coridon doubt not of Phillida Though I haue béen absent long Faint not my sweet Coridon thy Phillida Is as thou art true and iust Strong in loue but weake in lust Coridon doubt not of Phillida Nor though our sex are giuen to range Doth Phillida delight in change my Coridon If my absence made thee greeue Let my presence now reléeue Coridon my déerest Coridon As in me thou takest delight So do I in thy swéete sight my Coridon I haue bene in yonder groue Gathering flowers for my loue Coridon my dearest Coridon The chiefest both for shew and sent So choice am I for thy content my dearest loue Looke the liuery of the spring to deck thee Coridon I bring then do not thy Phillida reprooue Such a louing simphathy in our loueâ— deare loue doth lye I know right well Such a heart wrought combination that I feare no separation Coridon such néedlesse doubts repell FINIS A New sonnet of a Knight and a faire Virgin To the tune of Salengers round I Read how in King Arthurs time a Knight as he did ride Did méet a Uirgin faire and bright about the gréenewood side Could she wâ—ll or could she wo he lighted of his stéed And there he tooke against her will her maiden head indéed When this was done this maiden then went raging to the King Bewailing of her pitteous case and told him euery thing The King now hearing her complaint in Stories as I read Commanded the Knight he should be hangd for this his hainous déed The Quéene alas considering this it was a pitteous thing To cast away so faire a man she begd him of the King Unto the Knight then she began now prisoner art thou mine For thou shalt dye for ought I know except thy wittes are fine Yet I will giue thée a whole yeares space to know of woemens kind What thing it is that woemen loue best if they may haue their mind Full sadly went this Knight away some councell for to find To know the cause to kéepe the day that was to him assign'd When that the yeare was almost out he came where he had seene Twenty Ladies in a rout all dancing on a greene When he drew néere vnto the place his Question o haue told They vaded all before his face saue one that was ful old Amazâ—d be yée sir Knight quoth she what i st that you mislike Perchance you may pick out of me the thing that you do seeke He told her then she said againe if I do it for you You must agree to grant it me that you may easily doe Content quoth he come on quoth she haue with you to the Quéene And say that it is Soueraignty that women loue as I wéene Onward they go the Quéene did know the Knight was néere at hand She placed her Ladies all on a row to heare the matter scand The Knight he gaue his question this my tale was soone exprest It séemes to me that Soueraigntie is that that women loue best The Ladies all about the hall their verdits soone did giue This worthy Knight hath hit so right hath well deserued to liue Then Beldam stept before the Quéene desiring that the Knight Might grant to her vpon the gréene the troth that he did plight What is that quoth he mary quoth shee that I may bee your wife Alas quod he then woe is mee yet rather take my life There was no shift but marriage swifâ— and both laid in a bed When she did ioy to preeue a toy he turned away his head Sirquoth she were not you better haue me being both shrewd and old Then to haue youth that for a truth should make you a Cuckold But all this while she saw no smâ—le nor countenance of the Knight She changed hew she made her selfe new her beauty was brane and bright Then fell the Knight to louers delight good Lord what dayes are these It was so strange to sée the change a could not sléepe for fleas FINIS A new song of an Hostisse and her Guests To the tune of the painter I Wil not to Saint Katherines goe to laugh no more My Hostisse chides and checks me so I am sorry therefore When I came in as merry as a pye she hung she chin she lookt awry She hould she scould she looked so coy I could not be merry I could not ioy I saw her sit so maidenly when I came in To busse and kisse her curtuously I did begin The more I shewed my countenance free the more be shrewed the worse was she Her talke so shrill the time so soure I durst not tarry there halfe an hower The béere was bitter for my tast I tell you true I came to soone to make such hast as did ensue Yet after alâ— these comely shewes as best becomes those friendly shrewes The frownes were gone and frollick she contented was to welcome me Then had we that and cheere at will as serued the place A redy friend our pots to fill and fetch apace The Goodman he was not at home the guests were cut ouer heart and come The shrew became a curteous dame The three hoop'd pot was filled round for lack of cheere Aneats-foot in the towne was found and we drew neere To take our fill of euery ioy our Hostisse was no longer coy But thankes be to God our friends and vs our mallice and all was ended thus Finis A Lamentable Ditty on the death of a nobleman who was executed in the time of King Edward SHould fortune frowne against the Gods alas and should she so Should worthy wightes of noble blood receiue such mortall woe Alas poore England now alas Thy wo wil shortly come to passe In time of noble Edwards raigne whose same doth farre resound His vncle deare did truth maintaine and all his foes confound But in the end alas alas his wofull death was brought to passe His Princely name and courage stout which all men may report Could not defend him from the rout of those that did extort But in the end alas alas his wofull death was brought to passe He was bereft of noble power committed to his charge And cast into the prison Tower his torments to enlarge Where as he lay alas alas to dolefull death was brought to passe Who then did know the saigned clause wherefore he was condemned Is not the sentence of those