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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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