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The mirror of martyrs, or The life and death of that thrice valiant capitaine, and most godly martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham
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Weever, John, 1576-1632.
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THE Mirror of Martyrs OR The life and death of that thrice valiant Capitaine and most godly Martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham OCCVLTA VERITAS TEMPORE PATET Printed by V.S. for William Wood. 1601 To the liuely image of all morall Vertues and true perfection of heauen-borne Arts William Couell Bachelor of Diuinitie all successe agreeable to the auncient worth of his ancestors THis Poem Right Wor which I present to your learned view some two yeares agoe was made fit for the Print that so long keeping the corner of my studie wherein I vse to put waste paper This first trew Oldcastle thought himselfe iniurde because he might not bee suffered to sustaine the scond Martyredome of the Presse In somuch that I was contented he should stand bare-headed to these churlish times and endure the censure of his vtmost enemies onely to make his Death more glorious Howsoeuer now he passeth vnder your protection and though my pensill be too weake either for his or your picture accept of the same because it comes from zeale The admirer of your vertues Io Weeuer To the Authors most honored friend Richard Dalton of Pilling enricht with all gifts of Nature and graced with the chiefe ornaments of true Gentilitie HOw ioyfully the Authors Poem goes To thee whose wit whose vertues he admires With what a willing soule hee daily shows That loue the which thy loue of him requires Whose name he honors and whose machlesse worth He can imagine better than set forth His minde farre more is than his feeble might Yet hath he wouen of this home-spunne thred So fine a webbe so richly scourde and dight Minerua like beyond the wisest head The which to praise were onely to this end To marre the loome and not the cloth to mend The Life and death of Sir Io Oldcastle knight Lord Cobham FAire Lucifer the messenger of light Vpon the bosome of the star-deckt skie Begins to chase the rauen-fethered night That stops the passage of his percing eie And heauing vp the brim of his bright beuer Would make that day which day was counted neuer But Mercurie be thou the morning Star Beare my embassage from Elysium Shew to my countrie hence remoued far From these pauilions I can neuer come Staind vice ascends from out th' infernall deepes But in the heauens vnspotted vertue keepes Deliuer but in swasiue eloquence Both of my life and death the veritie Set vp a Si quis giue intelligence That such a day shall be my Tregedie If thousands flocke to heare a Poets pen To heare a god how many millions then The many-headed multitude were drawne By Brutus speach that Caesar was ambitious When eloquent Mark Antonie had showne His vertues who but Brutus then was vicious Mans memorie with new forgets the old One tale is good vntill another's told Sing thou my dirgies like a dying Swan Whose painfull death requires a playning dittie That my complaint may pierce the hart of man Plaine be thy song sweete pleasing full of pittie And more to moue the multitude to ruth Let my apparell be the naked truth Truth bring I nak't for other weedes she scorneth Saue that her smocke in flames of coulored silke Is straunglie wrought her beawtie it adorneth As through the same it peares more white then milke In open view she comes faire comelie meeke For Truth the hidden corners doth not seeke My father Reignold Cobham whom so many Haue crownd with euer-greene victorious baies For valorous worth before him plac'd not any O but I must be parciall in his praise T'emblazon forth her owne truth Truth 's denide Herein the Truth for Truth is counted pride Within the Spring-tide of my flowring youth He stept into the winter of his age Made meanes Mercurius thus begins the Truth That I was made Sir Thomas Mowbraies page A meanes to die who meanes to liue so long Aged in ill in goodnesse euer yong There did I spend my purple-coloured May Bathing in blisse and courtlie blondishment Vntill the sentence on Saint Lamberts day Pronounced was of Mâ—wbraies banishment Of Englands woe of Richards lowe deposing Of Herfords honour of my seruice losing He might haue seen how Fate that day sore-pointed That gloomie day wherein the heauens did mone She would haue Herford Englands king annointed To rend the wreath of Diamonds from his Throne But Maiesty whose lustre is so bright Destroies the sense and dazleth the sight Fate the foule of-spring of black Erebus Th'inhabitresse of foamie Phlegeton Ill fortunes day star good lucks Hesperus Pale Deaths fore-teller grim Porphyrion Ioues scribe in brasse with pens of dragons wings The chiefe commaundresse both of gods and kings Earths Genius mans inauspicious starre A triple power the knowledge of things past To come and present Trumpeter to warre Ill at the first injurious at the last A crosse wherewith we all must rest contented Fare tho fore-seene can seldome bee preuented Then whil'st the Aprill of my yong yeares lasted Aged in nothing onely but my name Her forward budding in the prime I blasted With wind of pride and hoarie frost of shame With riotous Loue whose highest point's a pleasure with paine before repentance at more leasure And like a Trau'ler which his way hath lost In th' vnknowne woods when vp and downe he rangeth On euery side with blind Meanders crost And this for that that for another changeth Within the sharp-set thickets long thus tost At length finds this that he himselfe hath lost So in my youth I was a Traueler Within this world a wildernesse of woe No Palmers then could tell a Passenger Which way from danger safely he might goe Led once astray in youth who euer found His first trode path where pleasures do abound Thus lost within the Laborinth of sin Wandring the woods in Egypts gloomie Night Tying no threed from whence I first came in No Sun to shine no star to giue me light Echidnaes ofspring hell-borne serpents knew me And at their pleasures to strange pleasures drew me Some way I left before I had begun it And some was knottie othersome would bryre me This marrish ground and yet I could not shun it This steepe and sandie sooner it would tyre me This way to follow vertue would procure me To this my youthful head-strong yeares did lure me And youth excusd the errours in my nature Whose greenenes tooke vpon him all the fault Perswading me suâ—â— power was in no creature Once to resist vice when it gaue assault Perswasion 's vaine for one to vices bent The minde agrees as Nature doth consent Audacious Youth impatient being moued A witlesse substance in a seeming show Scorner of age of age yet best beloued By Phaeton the world's ouerthrow A sleepe a dreame a brauling lunacie A selfe-conceit short-killing plurasie Before this Youth in mirthfull sports was lauisht No meane Cumrades no base associates In company with my perfections rauisht Swore me for one of their confederates For valour wit and court-ship few
came nie me In all which Richard Henries both did trie me But valour court-ship wit and all good parts Make without maners but a glittring show Nature is onely beautified with arts Wit oftentimes is her owne ouerthrow This court-ship valour wit al are disgraced Within the minde when vertue is not placed For strange attempts for Mars-like chiualrie Among my fellowes yet I beare the bell In hastie wroth and heedlesse hazardrie I counted vertue alwaies to excell And deem'd it better perish in the field Then for basefeare my weapons vp to yeeld Feare the minds fall with lasting infamie In expectation of some future ill Twixt Mars and Venus got in luxurie A cold conâ—ealed ice a bloudlesse chill An Ecstasis a breeder of gray haires An object spirit scorne to youthfull yeares Yet the world poys'ned with a swaggering humour Of some shape-altring Succubus begot A wynd-swolne monster many headed Rumour Vices preseruer vertues festred rot Prides male-content minds putrified wound A liqour moist distilled from the ground This ayres innate and chiefest qualitie This Ship-mans hose this heat extinguisher This gallants wisdome wise-mens gullerie This paynted wethercocke Arts diminisher With cowardize beginneth to empeach me Because in worth not able for to reach me We daft the world with time our selues beguiled Dreaming on nought saue on eternitie And good Successe from highest heauens smiled On our attempts and mirthfull jollitie For that seemes good which present pleasures brings Tho 't bee the roote from whence all euil springs Succeesse the friend of famous Conquerours Faire Fortunes handmaid daughter of pure blood The worlds darling wish of Emperours Desyres great Goddesse fauorite of the good From pale facde death or danger euer blest me And with the robe of honour doth inuest me And seeking how she might the more inhaunce me Though lew'd my hauiour was vnsound my carriage With roialtie and high discent t' aduaunce me Shee join'd me with a Ladie faire in marriage By whose high honour I first won the name And Seigniorie of Cobhams endlesse fame Long I injoi'd this weary wing of Fame My beauteous wife my Margarite of worth Whose Nature was more precious then her name All titles were but straines to set her forth For stature bewtie vertue wit and blood More comelie none faire sober matchlesse good But bewtie stature vertue wit nor blood Nor yet the ripenesse of a flowring age Faire comelie sober matchlesse lustie good Can ought at all delay deaths murdrous rage For all these gifts from Margarite y come And buried lie with Margarite in her tombe Hymen put on his saftron-coloured cote And now vice had no warrandize by yeares With that I gin my fellowes faults to note Sounding sweete councell in their Adders eares But ill it seem'd me them to blame though I Censurd my selfe like mine owne enemy Delight saw this and would not slip the season But in my soule thee made a strange diuision The sensuall parts shee armed all gainst Reason Defending goodnesse to be superstition A fopperie a fond Precisians toy The which who loues doth liue still void of ioy My wil whose obiect was the chiefest good And vnderstanding facultie the truth This sharpe encounter cowardlie withstood So weakned with the pleasures of my youth T is hard to hate vice which we long haue loued An habite got once seldome is remoued The troupes disperst now darknesse ends the fight And reason held his late-won victorie But inward Senses skirmish in the night The common sense Remembrance Phantasie Whose warre is warre warre onely to increase When Reasons warre is warre to liue in peace Faire was the field where first we met and spatious Enuironed with odoriserous meads Ioyn'd to a Citie to the sight most gratious Where stately Trees with wood-bine pleighted heads Of Mandrake Poppie euer greene did flourish With hearbs whose iuice the drowsy sense wold nourish Here none saue night-byrds houer with their wings The fatall scritch-owles feast profaning Bats From two faire founts the Riuer Lethe springs And on the clearest Minerall she pats Whose stealing streames along the channell fals Like Euphrates at first twixt Edens wals This crawling runnet hony-bubling fountaine Whil'st thousands stept in Nights securitie Descending from the Diamond-rockie mountaine Like the mellifluent brooke of Castilie Turning the sand and playing with the stones Would alway answere both their sighes and grones The Citie with two entrances is graced Whose workmanship the matter seemes to scorne The first wherein expreslie dreames are placed With curious Art is builded all of horne The other made of polisht Iuorie Where dreames vnvail'd and ouershaddowed be A sumptuous Temple all of burnisht gold Within the wals erected vnto night Which Phantasies in greatest reuerence hold Another Chappell Alethia hight With diuers formes to diuers shapes some tall Some vglie winged wither'd grosse some small With scaling ladders on the wals I venter In which fierce entrance well I might haue perisht Whose Pallaces no sooner could I enter But pleasant sights my soule and senses cherisht From ghastly feare faire Icolon me keepes And lullabies my thoughts with carelesse sleepes Sweete Sleepe distresse and sorrowes soueraigne cure Worthie entitled Nox sonne Morpheus Send downe from Heauen vnto Pallinure Mans king and Gods endeard by Orpheus Within the circuit of this pallace knew me And pleasures past with what would come did shew me For the Idaea of a thing in sleepe May be imprinted in the Phantasie With shape-transforming visions so deepe That it deludes the senses outwardly And so in forme and in estate appeere Within the mind as if he waking were Thus neere Iberiaes foremost fertile coast I entred in Gades two-leau'd brasen dore Where I espide of Demi-gods an hoast Landing vpon the sea Atlanticke shore In yeeres none yong with yeeres not any olde None parcht with heate none withered with colde These Deities liu'd in so rare a ground Which thrice a yeere her fruitfulnes did show Yet plow nor planting did her forehead wound No other winde but Zephyrus did blow No showres no raine for fruits will neuer perish VVhich the danke moisture of the ayre doth cherish Downe in a dale enameled with roses Ten thousands Adones standing on a raw And by a crannie which a garden closes So many Virgins and wood Nymphs I saw With brests halfe hid with loose dishevil'd haire To catch the baulme-sweete breathing of the aire Which game somlie into their bosomes got Whisks vp and downe twines curls vp their tresses And enterlaces with a Trew-loues knot And last diuides each haire each plight vndresses Playes fast and loose as fearing least his sport Should end too soone his pleasure be too short Thrice twentie thousand Cupids in their eies Bathing them selues so many Graces set Vpon the banck their browes each naked hies The first place in this paradize to get Tell me the man these visions would not moue For Sight breedes wonder wonder bringeth Loue. One thought of hate ten thoughts of loue reuiueth Whilst beauty