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A18585	A royall elegie Briefly describing the vertuous reigne, and happy (though immature) death of the most mightie and renowmed prince, King Edvvard the sixth, King of England, France and Ireland, &c. Who died in the sixteenth yeere of his age, and in the seuenth yeere of his reigne. Written by Sir Iohn Cheke, Knight, anno 1553. Neuer before published, but most worthy to be read of all estates in these our dayes.; Funeralles of King Edward the sixt	Baldwin, William, ca. 1518-1563?; Cheke, John, Sir, 1514-1557.	1610 (1610)	STC 5112; ESTC S107794	7,464	26

BRIEFLY DE●SCRIBING THE Vertuous Reigne and happy though immature Death of the most Mightie and renowmed Prince King EDVVARD the sixth King of England France and IRELAND c. WHO DIED IN THE Sixteenth yeere of his age and in the seuenth yeere of his Reigne Written by Sir IOHN CHEKE Knight Anno 1553. Neuer before published but most worthy to be Read of all Estates in these our dayes BREVIS VITA LEVIS CVLPA Imprinted at London for H. Holland and are to be sold at Christ Church-doore 1610. TO THE CONDIGNE PRAISE AND MEMORIAL OF THE THRISE NOBLE AND MVCH HONOVRED LADY THE LADY BARBARA VICOVNTESSE L'ISLE THIS PRINCELY POEME BE CONSECRATED BY HIM VVHO UNFAINEDLY VVISHETH VNTO HER LADYSHIP AND HER WORTHIEST FIRST-BORNE DAVGHTER THE LADY WROTH HEAVEN ON EARTH AND EVERLASTING HAPPINESSE IN THE HIGHEST HEAVEN A ROYALL ELEGIE OF THE MOST NOBLE AND RIGHT EXCELLENT PRINCE KING EDVVARD THE SIXTH WHen bitter Winter forced had the Sun Froth'horned Goat to Pisces ward to run And liuely sap that greeneth Gardens soot To flie the stocke to saue his Nource the root And stormie Chore that blow'th by North fro East Decayd the health and wealth of man and beast Th' Almightie minde that raigneth three in one Disposing all things from his stable Throne Beheld the Earth and man amongst the rest Mou'd by the crie of such as were opprest But when he had the continent through view'd VVith Mawmetrie and Idoll blood embrew'd Where through his Law and Gospell were defil'd His Loue his Aw his worship quite exil'd He turn'd his face fro that so soule a sight And toward the Isles he cast his looke aright In hope that where Religion did abound He should some louelier sight haue quickly found But when he saw all sinnes most vile and naught Most rifely swarme where most his Word was taught In England chiefe which he of speciall grace Had chose to be his Church and Gospell place And had for that cause pour'd on it such store Of wealthy gifts as none could wish for more Ioyn'd with a King of such a godly mind As neuer erst he elsewhere had assign'd All woe and wrath he turn'd away his face And with him selfe he thus bewail'd our case I' haue look't so long vntill mine eyes do ake In hope to see they should their sinnes for sake To hide their mischieues waxing more and more I' haue wink 't so long vntill mine eyes before My throat is hoarse my tongue hath lost the skin Through feruent crie to fray them fro their sin If gentle meanes might moue them to relent What haue they wisht that hath not straight beene sent Sith then they passe for neither threats nor loue Nor easie plagues whereby I do them proue What else remain's but to confound them all Both young and old the mightie with the small CHRIST hearing this and moued with the teares Of vertuous folke for whose sake God forbeares The wicked sort although their sinnes be great For his elect began thus to intreat Deare Father if iust Iustice should take place I know it bootlesse now to sue for grace But though their sins all measure do exceed With-hold thy wrath grant mercie yet at need And sith through faith the better sort be mine Giue leaue to weed and water once thy vine That done if so their fruits doe not amend As barraine Brambles bring them to an end VVhen this our Sauiours mercifull request VVas sunke into his Fathers heauie brest He neither graunted it nor yet deny'd But Father-like thus to his Sonne he sayd To sue for mercie I maruaile what you meane For such a sort as doreiect vs cleane Behold the Heads what els do they deuise Saue vnder vs to cloke their couetise Thine heritage they haue the whole bereft Except thy shirt le ts see what haue they left They spoyle they spill they wast vpon their pride That which was giuen thy needy corps to hide Thy gold thy plate thy houses with the lands That were the poores are in the rich mens hands And thou lyest naked begging at their dores Whiles they consume thy substance with their whores And as for Law whereby men should haue right It 's wholy rul'd by money and by might And where the rich the needie should relieue Their study is to begg'rie them to driue What Titles forge they falsely to their lands Vntill at length they wring them fro their hands How ioyne they house to house how farme to farme And lease to lease the silly poore to harme How raise they rents what incomes yea what fines Exact they still though all the world repines How suffer they their graine to rot and hore To make things deere when I giue plentie store And where they brag they do our word aduance Haue not they spoyl'd or fleest all maintenance That thereto seru'd what kind of Clergie land Is free this day out of the Lay-mans hand What Gentleman what Merchant yea what Swaine Doth not or may not part thereof retaine I cannot name the vilenesse of the rest So sore my heart their robberie doth detest Is this the way our Honour to defend No no we seee right well what they intend I loath to thinke vpon their wicked liues How ill they keepe their dueties to their wiues For what respect do they their mariage make Saue riches Honour or promotion sake Alas how are our Orphanes bought and sold. Our widowes forc't to wed where they ne would What vow what oath what bond so strongly knit Doth hold if gaine may grow by breaking it And when my Preachers tell them ought hereof How vexe they them with many a threat and scoffe Which moueth such as do thy manhood spoyle And rob from thee the merite of thy toyle To hate thy word and count thy Prophets euill Wishing both it and them too at the Diuell Are these thy flocke thy Vine canst thou them call That steale thy lands thy goods thy glory and all When for these sins I sent them late the Sweat How low they croucht how hard they did intreat What vowes they made they would their liues amend Whereas it seemes they did nought lesse pretend For I no sooner had withdrawne my curse But they immediately grew worse and worse For where they vow'd to flie and lay aside Their auarice their gluttonie and pride Haue not they rais'd their Rents and Marchandises And sweld their guts with daintie wine and spices And Idol-like with bossed silke and gold Araid their wiues and children young and old As for themselues so gorgeously they tire As Gods Eterne more like than earthly mire Shall wee then suffer so peruerse a Nation To skorne and mocke their God in such a fashion No sure my Son that were against all right Yet for thy sake I will not stroy them quite But for to proue them once at thy request I 'le onely touch their King and warne the rest T' amend their liues if still they disobey I 'le take their King their

people nought by kind Tooke hart-of-grace the Preachers to despise With slaundrous words and shamelesse forged lies Gods bitter threats they made a very mocke His Preachers too a common iesting stocke As for amendment none at all was seene But into worse all ils were turned cleane When God had suffred all these things a space And saw at last how all refus'd his grace And that no threats might cause them to retire To stay the stroke of his consuming i●e He straight decreed to take the guiltlesse child For speed whereof he vtterly exil'd All meanes whereby he might recouer force And did permit all things to harme his corse Then grew his griefe his flesh began to swell And long he lay in pangs like to the hell Till at the last God pitying the paine Wherein so long the Innocent had laine Which eke he knew quite destitute of aide Did call for Death and thus to him he saide Dispatch at once to Greenwich see thou hie Whereas my seruant EDVVARD now doth lie In painefull pangs which he hath long beene in Not for his owne but for his peoples sin Enforce thine Arme and with thy piercing dart Deuide in twaine that godly piteous heart What weep'st thou Death cease foole and hold thy tong What though he be so beautifull and yong So godly a ' Prince so manly and so meeke As neuer Kingdome yet hath had his like He is too good for that vngodly Realme VVherefore I say go strike the stroke extreame Take no compassion on his tender youth His wit his Learning nor his loue to truth But wot'st thou what let not thy forme be such An ougly shape as to the worldly rich It oft appeares but pleasant as it is To such as long for euerlasting blisse With louely shape and smiling cheare I say Goefetch my King haue-done and goe thy way When dolefull death had heard this hard deuise He trim'd himselfe in his most godly guise Like Mercurie in euery kind of grace Saue that he had a much more louely face And forth he flew till he came to the bed Whereas this Prince lay neither quicke nor dead But in a trance for why his deadly griefe With nature stroue to proue who should be chiefe But when weake Nature had consum'd her best She yeelded streight and so the struggle ceast VVhereby the King came to himselfe againe And seeing Death he turn'd away amaine For why his youth and yet vnflowred breath Could not consent to so vnripe a Death Drie Death it selfe with pitie moued thoe Had such a do to hide his inward woe But seeing the louely Prince was so afraid With smiling cheere to comfort him he said Belou'd of God abash not but assent For God th' Almightie hath me to you sent Who ruing sore your griefe and wofull case Would haue you come to solace with his grace In ioy and blisse and euerlasting glorie From earthly things all vile and transitorie From this your state vncertaine and vnsure Unto a Reigne that shall for aye endure No sooner had our Soueraigne heard of this But that his spirit that much had long'd for blis Would needs away howbeit his carefull mind For this his Realme which he must leaue behind Enforc't his Grace to pray Death stay a while To th' end he might himselfe both reconcile To God the Lord and also recommend His Realme to him for euer to defend And while that Death for this cause gladly stay'd He sat him vp and thus deuoutly pray'd HAue mercy on me Father deere thou Lord and God of truth O let thy mercy hide the sins and frailety of my youth I haue transgrest thy Law too oft full wo is me therefore But for thy Son my Sauiours sake to mercy me restore My flesh doth craue to keepe the life full loth to leaue the light But Lord do thou as shall seeme best in thy Almighty sight whelme And when thou shalt receiue my soule which griefes now ouer Be mercifull most mercifull to this my silly Realme Preserue thy truth maintaine thy word poure plenty of thy grace On all their hearts whom thou shalt set to gouerne in my place Thus Lord I render to thy hands my selfe my flocke my seat Do with them all as thou think'st best for Christs sake I intreat AMEN quoth death and with his deadly dare Claue streight in twaine his feruent praying heart But Lord how glad the Ghost was of the stroke For when he saw his prison gate was broke Fast forth he flew and vp to heauen went To rest with Christ in ioy 's that neuer stent The dying body round about did sprall While they about him on the King did call Adawing him as if he were in swound But all for nought he had his mortall wound And when the bloud which would haue holpe the hart Had stifled it and left each other part Then wax't his face and hands all pale and wan And when the bloudlesse parts to coole began To heauen ward his hand and eyes he cast Downe fell his Jaw his heart-strings all to brast Thus dy'd this King this guiltlesse blessed child In body and Soule a Uirgine vndefil'd The sixteenth yeere of his vnperfect age VVo worth vs men whose sins'let run at rage Haue murdred him wo worth vs wretches all On whom the wreake of righteous bloud must fall VVo worth our sins for they alas haue slaine The Noblest Prince that euer yet did Raigne AN EPITAPH OR DEATH DOLE OF THE RIGHT Excellent Prince King EDVVARD the sixth who who died in the sixteenth yeere of his Age and in the seuenth yeere of his Reigne and was Buried at Westminster in the Tombe of his Grand-Father the eighth of August Anno Dom. 1553. THe noble hart which feare could neuer moue In which a vertuous fraighted mind did rest The face whose cheere allured vnto loue All harts through eyes which pittie whole possest The braine which wit wisdome made their chest Full stuft with all good gifts that man may haue Rest with a Princely carcas here in graue The vertuous gifts commixed with the mind As godly feare a zeale to further truth Such skill of tongues and arts of euery kind With manhood prudence iustice ioynd with ruth As age seld hath thogh here they greed with youth Are from their wemles vndefiled Ghost Gone hence to Heauen with the godly host Of which two parts fast link't in bonds of life It pleas'd the Lord to lend vs late a King But out alas our sins they were so rife And we so worthlesse of so good a thing That Atropos did cut in twaine the string Long ere her sisters sixteene wharles had spun Or we the gaine of seuen yeres Raigne throgh wun Wo worth our sins our sins our sins I say The wreake of them hath reft vs such an one As neuer Realme the like recouer may A peerelesse Prince a Phoenix bird alone Ah well is he but we full wo begon Our wicked liues haue lost this guiltlesse guide Whose ghost the heauē whose corse this herse doth hide FINIS