Which do adumbrate sleepy rockes deceits Could not debarre his thoughts but he did goe To conquer France and Englands greatest foe Wolsey then liu'd high minded worthy Clarke VVhich did erect those glorious Towres of yore Learnings receptacle Religions parke Oh that some Eagle-mounting thought would so are To finish that which he began before Oh that some Prince for none but Princes can VVould perfect that that excellent worke of man The siluer Isis and the gliding Thame Whose billowes resalute the verdant strand Should warble Paans to his mightie name The leaden age is past which rulde the land Saturne is come and Saturne doth command VVhose hopes were dead rich students neuer feare Most rich in hope some will your turrets reare Nurse of ingenious spirits Athens praise Chiefe benefactor of what ere is mine O might I see some mightie Monarch raise Those halfe built walles and parted towres combine Then Christ might yet be iustly tearmed thine As Christ is best so should his houses bee And in perfection haue a sympathie Henries triumphant carkasse laid in graue Couered with gold in Caesars ancient towre Edward succeeds a Prince though yong yet graue The skye which whilome smilde begins to lowre And showres of sorrow on the land to powre He endes his life before it scarce began What is more short then shortest life of man When nature fram'd this Prince oh goodly creature Compos'd of pure and elementall fire Turnd in a heauenly mowld diuinest feature She saw her selfe deceiu'd and wroth with ire When life began his end she did desire What enuie so could thee proud Nature sting Nothing should make and marre the selfe same thing The Gods did enuie mans felicitie And therfore did to Nature condescend That this yong King great King of Maiestie In sixteene yeares his vitall course should spend His life hath end and all our ioyes haue end Nature doth hasten to the house of death And shee consents to steale away his breath Now Spayne and England ioynes that peace I loue That concord doth augment the common state Pray God it doth both firme and faithfull proue But for to match with Spayne oh cruell fate Could Mary so her countrey ruinate Guiltlesse shee was but those that made the match Vnder their wings did egges of Serpents hatch Oh now me thinkes I could in dismall blacke Shadow my lookes and neuer wish the light Writing red lines of blood more blacke then blacke The massacres of mans amazing sight After these duskie clouds comes elearest light Mary is dead Elizabeth doth raigne Her conscience cleare no corasiue could staine The losse of Elizabeth FAire Virgin Empresse royall Princely maide Sprung from the Damaske Rose the Roses bud T is true as truth it selfe which men haue saide The end is best though all the meanes be good She was the last and best of Henries blood Henry did well in all excell in this In getting of this Maide our greatest blisse He vanquisht Bolleine and strong Turnus towne And rode in tryumph through the English Pale Placing the Diademe of France that regall Crowne Vpon his sisters temples and withall Made the twelue Peeres to feare their finall fall But what of these if Bullain had not bin We all had liu'd for aye in endles sin Astronomers did dreame and fondly saide That twelue designed signes did rule a Spheare Virgo did guide the earth oh heauenly Maide But now sky-teachers wise men neuer feare To say she is in heauen for sure shee s there Oh she is gone with her our pleasures fled They liu'd in her they dide when she was dead Bright Gem of honor Albions glorious starre The Cynosure of Englands Hemispheare Princessse of peace Cytherian queene of warre Rides through the cloudes on her caelestiall beare Conquering deathes Ebon dart and sharpest speare Fathers of peace put on triumphant weedes A gratious King a gratious Queene succeedes Reasons first founder Natures eldest sonne The Stoikes prince did also erre in this Repugnant natures neuer raigne in one Perfect my griefe more perfect is my blis I smile with ioy yet teares my cheekes do kisse A present salue hath cured a pensiue sore Britaine is now what Britaine was of yore The wandring Brute who sprang from Priams kinde Though artlesse men with their malignant muse Still bearing burning enuie in their minde Britaines first Monarch warlike Brute abuse Of all the Northern world this Isle did chuse With fire and sword he did obtaine his sute With peace and ioy we chuse a second Brute Peace valure learning science hee did bring Thou feare of God whom thou doest onely feare Imperiall Monarche truth and concordes King No champion then did weild his fruitlesse speare No chaine did tye the milde vntamed Beare Saturne then liued no Sinon did amisse All men were free no slaue by Nature is Oh sacred age and blessed times of yore When iust Astraea rul'd this circled plaine Then each man liu'd alike and liu'd withstore No Persian blood did Salamina stayne No Vandals Rome nor Romane gouernd Spayne No Cannas chaunce did cause Saturnia mourne No sencelesse Nero wisht new Troy to burne No Manlius sought a Diademe to gaine No iust Papirius sude for Fabius bloud Claudius as then did not Virginia stayne No Consulls fell at Alias flaming flood Red Charea was not dewde with Fabys blood Albans and Romanes knew no single sight Saffetius did not yeeld to Martius might The vnspotted spowse of martiall Collatine Did not consent to Sextus lawlesse lust Each virgin was ybound with Vestas line Camillus needed not the Ardeans trust Nor Sceuola his hand in flames to thrust But see oh see how age doth follow age VVorse after worse as Actors on a stage Thrice happy Britaine strong vnited Ile Disioynted was by her first monarches fall Then Albanact was slaine by Humbers guile Caesar then conquer'd it who conquered all Hunes Pictes and Danes tryumph't in Britaines fal Vaile sorrowes roabes Ioues father comes againe The golden age begins with Iacobs raigne The Lords great Stuart Albions mightie King Our second Brute like to the morning starre To Englands Court doth light of comfort bring Now Concords boult doth Ianus temple barre Binding in chaines the sternest god of warre Vertue and valour triumph euermore Augustus liues adornd with Crassus store TO THE MAIESTIE OF King Iames Monarch of all Britayne ALl haile great Monarch of the greatest Ile The Northerne worlds vnited lawfull King Pardon my rudest reede vndecent stile Though I want Skill in thy new Empires spring Yet doe I loue and will thy prayses sing Me thinkes I do on Clarps Kingdome stand No maruaile for Apollo rules the land On true obedience knee I pardon aske Of thy diuine heroicke Maiestie It was thy merites great impos'd this taske On my weake pen badge of infirmitie Too weake indeede to prayse thy excellency Each Cherrils muse doth now salute thy grace Shall I alone be mute and hide my face Marâ— extold Augustus peacefull daies
admired more at perfect peace In thirteen battells Englands strength was tryde Gauntes issue striues with Clarence progenie Through euery place destructions steed did ryde Making debate and endles enmitie Twixt subiects loue and Princely soueraigntie The Lords conspire and at Saint Atbons meete Here 's Warwickes tent there Yorke doth man the streete Vnder the Castell Somerset is slaine Here Clsfford falls and there Northumberland Great Buckingham renewes the fight againe In vaine the Lion doth the Beare withstand Where Warwicke leades his all subduing band The Rose doth wither and the Daysie spring The Queene escapt but Warwicke hath the king O whither shall she fly whose ay de expect Who is encombred with a thousand woes VVhat peasant boore will princes griefes respect By flight she scapes the furie of her foes Thus to the North this Amazonian goes Griefe flies to those who are opprest with griefe Societie in woe is some reliefe VVhen Romes two Scipios fell two glorious starres In Andeluzia or illuding Spaine None durst but Scipio vndertake those warres Euen so when Clifford was for England slaine And Percies pride lay breathlesse on the plaine None durst the Ragged Staffe and Beare withstand But Cliffords sonne and great Northumberland The Trumpets wake the Champions to the field VVho rode in tryumph through Epaeons towne To VVestmerland and Margaret must yeeld VVhose vertues did deserue a golden Crowne His browes are circulizde with paper browne Themistocles doth yeeld to Xerxes might Yorke ouermatcht giues place to Heuries right Penthisilea bends her course to Troy Shewing the spoiles of Larisseas King And Henry like to Priam smiles with ioy Seeing his Queene such Tropheys home to bring And all the Phrigian Virgins Io sing Like vnto this or like a brauer wight Couragious Margret doth returne from sight Neuer discouragde Warwicks royall Peere Vnconstant Clarence constant Montacute Seeing the Southerne coast of Albion cleere Did Essex Suffolke Surrey resalute Norfolke doth Mowbray Captaine constitute Both Armies ioyne and to Saint Albons came They flye their foes where first they ouercame Mowbray to Suffolke Warwicke with the rest In haste poste haste to Cambrias borders flye New rising March doth rowse his spangled Crest And vnderstanding by a sallying spye His Fathers friends and fauourites were nigh With decent gesture doth them entertaine Imploring aide his right to reobtaine Warwicke who was the speaker for them all In modest sort as well became his age Not Duke of Yorke but doth him Soueraigne call A name so great doth vertue equipage Now each to other doth his honour gage Like Caesar now he ioynes with Anthony And like to him doth foster enmitie When Brutus hand had stabd great Caesars hart Octauius honour euery where did finde Antonius takes the stout Caesareans part But when reuenge had satisfide her minde Whome mariage chaste with friendship had combinde Ambition makes them striue for endlesse raigne And with their bloud to dye the crimson mayne So Edward and renowned Sarums sonne Ioyne to reuenge dead Richards iniury But when that Gaunts great issue was vndone Warwicke doth enuy Yorkes prosperitie And much disdaines his peerlsse Soueraigntie Witnesse when Edward durst not here abide And Barnet field where noble Warwicke dide Henries faire Queene great Neapolitane Blinded with masked fate vnconstant chance Did neuer feare her future fatall bane Like a sierce coult this Iennet proud did prance Smiling with ioy to see her smiling chance Harke how the Drumme doth summon to the field See how she takes her ill beseeming shield Stay Naples pride Sicilian Empresse stay Will France for euer showres of vengeance raigne Thy first approch presage this fatall day Fire flew from heauen and made our Turrets plaine When thy Armados cut the Ocean maine Had Caesar read that which the poore man gaue Egypt had neuer beene Antonins gratre Had but great Henry great in Maiestie Ioynd with that match which Bedford first did make He had not tasted base seruilitie But when his minion Suffolke did forsake That Nimph of ioy great heire to Arminake Then Yorkes depressed issue gan to rise An abiect Prince each Subiect will despise Clifford and Percy proppes of Henries state Seeing the Southerne Lords entend to fight Doth the fierce Tygers anger instigate Proposing arguments of Henries right How her decayd augmented Edwards might In Hampton first she did our woe begin Two Hamptons cannot end her endlesse sin Fury awakes the murthred Lions whelpe And like poore Hector his deceased sire Craues of his kinsemen their supporting helpe Their smotherd hate hath kindled murthers fire Which none can quench till they haue quencht desire Where Nemssis of late did murther end There she begins heroicke bloud to spend Like the worlds Monarch Yorkes apparant heire Ioynes with his Fathers friend great Neuils race They to Northampton with their troupes repaire VVhere Aniowes Tamiris with martiall grace Cliffords triumphant Armes did embrace Clifford whose name as Taibot did in France Made Warwicke feare his Colours to aduance Octauius now and chaste Octauias Bride Conspire the death of tyranizing Brute Clifford must fall in top of all his pride Who did by Armes great Muusters plea refute Doth pleade his cause but Warwicke gaines the suite A headlesse arrow piercst his armed throate Who in his youth did saile in Conquests boate If Homer liu'd and dwelt in Castalie And daily tasted of Parnassus Well Inspirde with furious sacred Poesie Yet would he not our Virgils worth excell Whose Paeans did these fierce massacres tell Delia is praisd with thy all-praysing hand No wonder for thou dweltst in Delos land Eight seuerall Battels shall escape my Muse Least pride it selfe should me esteeme as proud Let Maros quill that sacred path peruse Couer my temples with a sable cloud Cimerian wreathes my head of sorrow shrowd Giue me a brazen Pensill not a Pen Some drops of blood to portraiture these men The Field of Banbery NOw warre is mounted on rebellions Steede And discontent perswadeth willing Pride His crest to raise and wears an Iron weede Long smothred Enuy doth the Army guide Which made firme loue from true obedience slide 'T was that great Neuill made proud George rebell Whose haughty spirits Warwicke knew too well Warwicke that raisde the race of Mortimer Whose eyes did see too soone thy death saies so The downfall of immortall Lancaster 'T was he that did what could not Warwicke doo Make Kings and Queenes to loue and feare him too 'T was that great Peere who with one warlike hand Crown'd and vncrown'd two kings who rulde the land Thus while these Royall but disloyall Peeres Maugre reuenge to him that knew not feare Vnnumbred bands of men and swarmes appeares In North and South East West yea euery where They throw away their Coats and Corslets weare Wiues maides and Orphants eyes are stuft with teares And cannot see the Spades transform'd to Speares The Shepheards hooke is made a souldiers pike Whose weather-beaten hands must learne
be seuere I speake not this vnto the learned wise For them I loue because the truth they loue T is the bleard iudgement of seditious eyes That doth my muse and my affection moue A most vnwilling Satirist to proue Nature hath made me milde but these hard men Turn'd my soft quill into a brazen pen. Play not the Satyr peace affecting muse I doubt not but their conscience will prouoke These Lucilists their follies to refuse And make them soft though they were hard as oke Conscience makes bad men good so wise men spoke I leaue them to their spurres my muse shall flye Vnto that Sphere where enuy dares not prye Vnto that Sphere whose circuit doth containe The neuer spotted essence of his soule Whose sacred intellect no worldly staine Could with desires rebelling aide controule This guilded Sphere is like a golden boule Which many lesser mazers doth containe So many vertues in this one do raigne Why parriall nature stepdame to my birth Ye mixed elements affections slaues VVhy did ye frame this vessell but of earth An equall matter to the dead mens graues And ioynd thereto a spirt like the waues Low as the earth although my Genius be Yet doth it touch skye threatning Maiestie O were my wit but equall to my will VVere I as wise as I am ignorant Here were a place that would deserue my skill Had I as great experience as I want Then would I in a booke of Adamant And Inke compoz'd by water made of golde VVith pens of Diamond thy prayse vnfolde Let Iustice rule the organ of thy speech And Clemency adorne thy Princely browe Vnto thine eares long absent patience teach By these which good men wish let all men knowe None but thy selfe thy selfe can ouerthrowe Let pittie check the rod when we offend That makes the good more good the bad to mend I witnesse call the seuen hilled Queene How we obey'd when Lawes obey'd were And shall not we be now as we have bene Feare made vs then vnnaturall bondage beare VVe now securely liue and cannot feare Doubt not thereof but come experience haue VVe loue to serue but loathe the name of slaue Our gazing expectation longes to see The true admired Image of thy Syre Which Nature hath so rightly grau'd in thee As Phisicke causes seem'd they did conspire To shape the like to him whom all admire So Sions sacred singer Dauid saies Good trees bring forth good fruit good fruit alwaies Do not sweete Sallets spring from soundest seed And is not man like God which man did make Can bad effects from causes good proceed Do we see fruite on any withered stake Or do we see in sea a bush or brake How canst thou then not good and perfect bee That wert engraft on such a goodly tree FINIS S. P. S. Baye Oliue and Oake Description of Fortune Geometry William the Conquerour Cadwallader last King of the Buranes his land being vexed with the scourge of Pestilence went to Rome where he vndertooke the habit of a Friar Wolues Madans second sonne The helmet was the ancient crest of the Teudors So called for assisting Godfrey of Bullion in his expedition to Judaea Bassianus and Geta. Henry the 2. sonne of Mawd the Empresse and Stephen Earle of Blois Nephew to Henry the first Brennus Henry the 2. the first Plantaginet Richard 2. Marcellus so called by Hanniball â—â—nniball â—iâ—us Flam. â—â—s slaine at â—â—e batle of â—hrasimenus â—â—ose death is by his â—â—nne â—â—enged in the â—â—isoning of â—anniball â—enry the 3. Caius and Tiberius Gracchus The saying of Leoline himselfe as Powell hath laid down in his life Queens Isabel wife to Edward the â— was next heire to Charles king of France whose title our present king doth enioy Scipio Lentulus two worthy Ro stroue vehemently in the campe of Pomper for the Bishoprick of Rome but the battels ioyning Caesar winning their strife ended with their liues Ed. the third maried Phillip daughter to the Earle of Henault Lord Roger Mortimer Earle of March and Queene Isabel compared to Anthony Cleopatra Edward the blacke Prince compared to Geranicus Edward the blacke Prince ayded the Erle of Artois against King Iohn of France Aristotle â—ermanicus â—â—peased Gerâ—any but endâ—d his dayes by â—oison in Asâ—iâ—a â—dward prince of Wales reâ—â—ored Peter â—ing of Spaine â—nto his Kingâ—ome by the â—onquest of Henry his basard brother at â—he battle of Nazers â—ohn Lord â—eaumont â—ooke part with the engâ—ish against the French nation but afterwards â—e fauoured the â—actioÌ„ of Iohn king of FraÌ„ce The lord Audley at the battle of Poytiers behaued himselfe most valiant as Crasinius did in Pharsalia who bad Caesar be of comfort and take courage before he fought and that day he should praise him aliue or dead which he performed for he lost his lâ—e in the pursuite of honor and for the safety of Caesar Ed. the 3. compared to Paulus Aemiâ— who in his greatest glory lost his chiefest ioy namely his tâ—â— sonnes Romanes The halfe Moone is tâ—â— armes of thâ— Percies Eaâ—â— of Northuâ—â— Hen. Bussiâ—â—brooke Dâ—â—â— of Heref. wâ—â— accused by Th. Mowbâ—â—â— Duke of Nâ—â—folke of treâ—son which 〈◊〉 not being 〈◊〉 to proue wâ—â— contented tâ— maintaine 〈◊〉 allegation 〈◊〉 combat 〈◊〉 his aduersaâ—â— did accept But better â—â—uice being â—â—â—ken they wâ—â—â— both banishâ—â— the land Heâ—â—ford for the terme of ten yeares and Mowbray 〈◊〉 the date of 〈◊〉 Caligula slain by his own friends The stone where the Kings of Englands chaire is placed at their CoronatioÌ„s is reported to be that stone wheron Iacob laid his head wheÌ„ the Angel appeared to him in his dream Genes brought froÌ„ Scotland by Edward the first Henry 4. The extremitie of his lawes are set downe at large in Powels Annales Owen GleÌ„dour compared to Sertorius Edmund Moâ—timer Earle oâ— March was dâ—signed heire apparant in the dayes oâ— Richard the 2. if the King dyeâ— without issue The battle at Shaftsbury Henry the 5. borne at Monmouth shire in Wales Henr. 5. Pyrrhus The Duke of Yorke Earle of Suffolke were the onely men of Nobilitie that ended their liues in the battell of Agincourt Crassinius was the first Captain that charged the enemy in the Field which office of valure Edward the Duke of Yorke enioyed at Agincourt Mercuries Oration He dyed in a Chamber at the Deane of Westmi lodging named Ierusalem The Fates â—nswere Mercinys reply The ciuil wars of Marius and Sylla The battell Spayne wheâ— Caesar was victor Caesar slaine the Court of Pompey The battell 〈◊〉 Phillippia The feelde at Actium The first of Sainâ— Albons barrells Daysie in â—rench signiâ—â—eth Margaret At Wakefield Rich. Duke of Yorke being taken by the Lord Clifford in reuenge of his fathers Ideath slaine at S. Albons I crowned the Dukes head with paper The seconâ— Battell of S Albons thard Earle Warwicke â—argret daughâ—â—r to Reino â—â—rle of Aniow â—ho entituled â—â—mself King of Naples Sycil â—erusalem but â—â—ioyed none That day in which Caesar lost his 〈◊〉 in the Court of â—ompeâ— a poor man tendred him a petition which he lightâ—y regarded the contents wherof if he had pervsed his life might haue bene preserued At her first câ—ming landinâ— at Southhamâ—ton some paâ—â— of Paules stâ—â—ple and many other Churchâ—â— in England were set on fiâ—â— A compariâ—on of Edward and Warwicke with Octauiâ—s Anthony Richard 3. The battle oâ— Bosworth Henry 7. Arthur Henry Margaret Mary Elizabeth eldest daughter to Edw. the 4. was maried to Henr. the 7 by which mariage the both houses of Yorke and Lancaster so long seuered wer vnited Henry 8. Christ Churâ—â— in Oxford Edward 6. Queene Mary married with Phillip Prince of Spayne â—â—â—stotle 〈◊〉 Iames the 1. of England and 6. of Scotland Basilicon Doron Chaucer so called by M. Camdon Philip Aristotle Cornelius Tanitus in the life of Agrippa
fauorite This he intreates for this his penne doth write Cease to command learne subiects to obay Reason where iustice rules beares greatest sway Is it not peerlesse praise with peace to gaine That for the which our fathers spent their blood And neuer age but ours could reobtaine O happy men if that you saw such good But will is masked still with errors hood Let ture obeisans vp this diet breake So Caesar wils so Cicero doth speake The fect was this the prophesie was such Which he had read with carefull industry And quoted euery line with iudgments touch A midst his study casting vp his eye Seeing his mistresse Fortune was not nye His booke he sleightly set into his gowne Which on the yellow sand fell quickly downe Thence posted he on his maiestique Asse Like some slow rider pacing to the race Than Isis siluer channell did I passe And thither went where as mine eyes might gaze On that faire booke clad in a golden case I past the Annales for it pleasde mine eye To muse vpon that sacred prophesie When I had read vnto the latter lyne I saw the aged king returne with speede Kind Syr quoth he saw you a booke of mine I Syr quoth I if this be he indeed I gaue it him he gaue me thankes for meed He posted thence I to my study went Where on this matter many houres I spent At last I was resolu'd for to relate In Poetry the things mine eyes did see Which was the vncertainety of humane state To paint the things a right with equitie I did implore the ayde of memorie Which she denide Oh worthies pardon mee If ought I write amisse which you shall see Not Orpheus trees and birds inchanting quill Nor Homers art heere Reader shalt thou see Expect not Ouids verse nor Maroes skill For if you doe you shall deceiued bee If bad it is pray gentles beare with mee Say it is meane thou dost mee much commend I 'de haue it meane because I meane to mend Mistake mee not I liue in hope to please Dispraise mee not before thou knowest mee well Maugre sweete not reuenge my lines loue peace Doe not my shame before thou seest it tell Marke euery line and each wordes nature spell Ere thou beginst to reade looke beare in minde Of whom I write yea how and in what kind Faire Englands Peeres with Romanes I compare Their warres their spoiles their fightes and victory Their filthy vices with their vertues rare Their laud dispraise their praise and infamy Their conquests triumphes with their treachery Then doth our muse declare intestine warres Kings conquering fields and Princes wounding iarres Then doth she mount the ayre with Eagles winges Then to the North shee goes and passeth Twidet And sings his praise which endles glory bringes Who like a Pilot doth this Island guide Which like a barke within the Sea doth ride This land is seated like to Venice state The waues the walles and euery ship a gate Least that my Gates be wider then my towne And that Diogines my folly see My proems prologue I le set quickly downe And bend my muse vnto the Prophesie Where you may reade art mixt with industry Needs must I erre to erre all men are bent To perseuere is a bad beasts intent The Comparison O What a sea of blood shall England spill When Normans Prince and Palastinas friend With burgonets of steele our fieldes doth fill Brothers must striue as did Seuerus kind Enuious ambition makes iust nature blind Arunce and Brutus dead Alarums cease Publicola doth liue and loueth peace When Brutus dide Valerius then did raigne When Arunce fell the Tuscan Emperour fled When Tirrolls shaft shall enter Rufus braine When Henries life with Roberts lightes are fled When all these sleepe in natures earthly bed Norfolke shall giue to Stephen Henries due Peace then shall be but warre shall soone ensue Flora is fled stout Hiems weares her crowne Attir'd like Mars in furniture of steele Aniow and Blois striue for the Imperiall Crowne A griefe surpassing griefe doth England feele Whilst doubtfull Fortune turns her doubtfull wheele Camillus comes the Frenchmen feare his voice Alba is freed and Albion hath her choice When Rome was sackt Camillus ended strife And made Bellinus brother to dispaire When Germanes Empresse Mawd shall end her life Henry shall claime the crowne as lawfull heire His Eame in graue but he in regall chaire Is plac't and rules his princely Peeres with peace His sonnes rebell and concord gins to cease Now springs the plant from hence our ioy shall spring Victorious Aniow crownd in regall state Liuing adopts an heir inuests a King Vagratefull child spurd by a womans hate Sturd forraine foes the land to ruinate Romes sword is Consul foe-men tribute paies Both Henries dead Christs friend the Septer swaies Marcellus which did Syracusa burne Made Affricks praise to praise his matchles minde And place his ashes in a golden vrne So Aibious lyon sprung from lyons kinde When death the king and prince in cords shall binde Hee le spend his treasure for Iehouas good But woe alas a slaue shall spill his blood Designed Iohn disuests young Britaines Duke But Antichristians prince our sauiours foe Bringes Lewis in and doth him straight rebuke Egles of England yeeld to Swans of Poe A Monarch falles by Monkes fates wills it so Titus suruiues though flames Flaminius burne Worster is safe and Lewis doth returne At Thrasimenus valiant Titus fell In Prusias Court his sonne reuengde his death Form happie heauen though Iohn to haples hell Headlong did slide his sonne shall weare the wreath The Dolphen flyes and Mars begins to breath Tempestuous whitle-windes breake the Temple gate Of Peace the peers the king the prince the Baron hate Ciuill dissention and dislovall armes Cleerly declares Clares hidden enmitie A fatall starre foretelleth future harmes The legions meete each doth the other spye Eccho resounds S. George S. George both cry Gracchus is stabd young Scipio peace maintaines The Barrons tam'd all conquering Longshanckes raignes Romes enuious Tribunes that ignoble Tribe The vitious issue of a vertuous dame Did the base mindes of poore Plebeians bribe To gaine them honour with their Countries shame They dead the world did ring with Romanes faine So Clare and Mountford shall who being slaine Edward shall vanquish Calidonias plaine Acon is tane and Tunis feares his stroakes He loued peace yet bare a warriors shield Cambria disdain'd to weare her sisters yoake The Ensignes spred both striue to win the field The bridge is past and Leoline must yeeld Marius departs Proscriptioâ—s gin to cease The Prince of warre shall end his dayes in peace Destruction graz'd on fertill Italy Till Syllas legions vanquisht Marius might So ciuill warres shall feed on Britany Till Leolinus that all daring Knight Is tane by Edward in vnequall fight When Marius fell Concordia gan to smile So Wales will amplify faire Englands stile
Mowbray for aye ten yeares must Harford part Griefe galles the one and kills the others hart The gallant Courser in the listed race Dismounts the Ryder scornes his curbing raine Stamping with ioy his freedome doth embrace And doth his pristine seruitude disdaine Leauing his Ryder breathlesse on the plaine So raging Burdeux tumbles downe his kinne And runnes from sin to vice from vice to sinne In his Imperiall Pallace Pleasures Bowre Romes mightie Monster did himself repose Sacking Cytheress for t faire Venus Towre The raging multitude their wrath disclose For his Praetorian guard they did insclose Chaerea did split his hart oh happie thing T' was good he dide t was bad to kill a King So Honors spurre did pricke the Percies blood To tumble Richard from his bloudie Throne Wishing great Herford to transpasse the flood To come and sit on Iocobs sacred stone Where he might raigne as King and rule alone As Claudius rose so Herford came to raigne As Nero fell so Edwards sonne was slaine Now Gaunts great issue in his Throne is set Whose sacred Science this my Muse should tell For Margarets sake that sprang from Sommerset For her it should if Cambria did not tell For lawes vnheard this Monarch did excell Who gaue him wings to mount he threw to ground Claudius who ran so faire is Claudus found In Silence vault my Muse shall hide his fame Who dide the Grey goose wings with purple red Praise he deseru'd though he deserued blame Sertorius like his warlike troopes he led For by alluring hope they both were fed Had men and Fortune equaliz'd his minde His Conquests Seuernes neuer had confinde Victorious Hotspurre and his valiant sire The kings great Steward Wosters reuerent Lord With neuer daunted Dowglas doe conspire Whose endles praise our Annales doe record With these doe Glendowre ioyne and Wigmors Lord To pull the Scepter from the tyrantes hand And giue it him that should by right command Dowglas and Hotspurre peerlesse for their might Are ouermatcht by Henries matchlesse sonne Who like a lyon rows'd him in the fight Glendowre himselfe is by himselfe vndone Northumberland is sicke and cannot come Like to a Tyger in his eager chase Great Monmouthes praise doth run from place to place Tumults appeas'd and armor set aside The stately Cirty of the highest God Diuine Ierusalem Iehouas bride Being whipt with warre and famines pinching rod Implores the helpe of this all-conquering Lord His soule defilde with sinne by merits sought That to redeeme which Iesus blood had bought His royall Nauy like a sea of wood Attends his princely presence in the bay But see how meager death still enuying good With fatall stroake his enterprise doth stay The Caedar falles in time so Kings decay Why stay you shippes he treades the sacred path Ierusalem his soule and body hath Henry the fift his lyfe and death AVaunt proud Rome and bragge not of thy men Nor thy aetheriall Caesars warres declare Cease peerlesse Plutarch with thy sacred pen The worlds Archmonarches aptly to compare Reason doth vrge and this alledge I dare That Englands Homer portraid hath his warre Which doth excell the worthiest Caesars starre What telst thou me of famous Hasdruball Of Cannas chance and Varros ouerthrow Aemisius death and conquering Hanniball Of Syllas Legions and a Parthian bowe Of Titus valure Catos wrinckled browe Of Syracuse and strong Namantias wall Or Phillip Persia Iugurth Iubas fall Of Noble Drusus and proud Saturnine Of Scipios death and Gracchus infamy Of Marius trophies and sterne Cataline How Caesar vanquisht France and Germany And twise returnd as foild from Britany The world admir d their victories to see Yet none of these must be comparde with thee Let Athens praise the lawes which Solon gaue And Marathon extoll Miltiades Write Caria of Mansolus stately graue And let Cycilia wish Demosthenes But Salamina praise Themistocles Greece did admire their tryumphes for to see Yet all of these cannot comparewith thee Let Sparta now conceale Lycurgus fame And Lacedaemon hide Lysanders praise Cease Argos now to shew th'Olimpicke game Let silence cloud or maske those golden dayes When Epires Monarch acted Tragicke playes But what of him or what are these to thee For thou alone doest farre exceed those three Though Alexander wan Darius Crowne And forc't the Easterne Emperour leaue his tent Burning Persopolis that regall Towne Seeing thy valure freely giues consent That two bright sonnes should rule the Element With thee great Prince we aptly may compare Rich Europes Paragon and Phaenix rare Thou didst not want Parmenios aiding hand Nor valiant Perdicas aspiring minde Which might Alansons quarels fierce withstand As long as Langlies gallant issued minde Had faithfull Suffolkes loue to him combinde They wan they lost they liue though they are dead They liue in heauen and dide in Conquests bed France did ten yeares withstand the Romanes might Both parties oft with equall courage plaide Yet that before the Sun shewd twice his light Madst great Mompensier flye as all dismaide To see thy kingly Banner forth displaide Like to Crassinius Yorke the yaward led True valure is by hope of honor bred Henry two Diadames doth now combine Europes faire daughters eldest sisters twaine By marriage of a maide a Mimph diuine Whilst Lewis liues as Emperour he mustraigne Henry as heire apparant doth remayne When Katherin is betrothd his beauteous wife Peace conquers warre and concord endeth strife Immortalized virgin sacred Queene Britaines Aurora harbinger of day Fairer then thought could thinke or eye hath seene Rich Vertues port and Honors cleerest bay Thrice blessed wombe fram'd of aetheriall clay Which didst enclose that glorious Theodore Whose sonne did Britaines regalty restore Her Amber-tresses like to wyers of gold That shadowed her white vermilion face Like Vulcans chayne did Venus champion hold VVho triumphed erewhile now sues for grace Vndecent action for a Captaines place Thy eyes are now bewitcht with eyes diuine Thy heart consents to honor Katherine If I had Zeuxes at to paint thy lookes Did I enioy Maeonian Homers quill To pourtraiture thy praise in golden bookes Thy vertues rare would aequalize my skill Thy sacred paps sweete Nectar did distill Hadst not thou bene our eyes should neuer view Our present peace and pleasures to ensue Stay ranging Muse thy wandring course restraine When ioues all-seeing eyes did view this King He sent his Harauld to that spatious plaine Where the three fatall Sisters then did spinne To know when Henries life did first beginne And if his thred were not already spunne That Lachesis should make it quickly runne His wisest sonne did place his golden wings Holding a siluer rodde all-charming wand VVherewith he could inchant all mortal things VVith this attire he claue the aetheriall land Where loue and luno doth the Gods command When that he came vnto the appointed place He told his message with a comely grace Sisters quoth he for so they were indeed