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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09596	Vt hora, sic fugit vita. A commemoration on the life and death of the right Honourable, Sir Christopher Hatton, Knight, late Lord Chauncellor of England Wherin triumphant trueth reuiueth his memorie from the graue: exhorting nobilitie, gentrie, and duetifull subiects, to continue their obedience to God and her Maiestie, and to preuent by pollicie the perilous practises of euery ciuil and forrain enemy. Published by Iohn Phillips.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1591 (1591)	STC 19876; ESTC S110452	7,761	18

our Hatton knight Discreet he was and wary in his wayes rashly to speak at no time he thought fit In faith and feare he spent his Pilgrims dayes for common weale he did imploy his wit Where Syno sought his treasons to inure His censures graue conuinced the impure And as from Trueth at no time he did erre but truely sought the Trueth for to vphold He had a care his seruants to preferre the good found grace the wicked he controld The poore opprest he wisely did defend And on the poore a portion he did spend Belou'd of all he was for vertues vse the grafts of grace in Hattons brest did grow By wisdoms lore he brideled all abuse and did himself a loyall Subiect show Thus he with God did grace and fauour find Whose sacred trueth he planted in his mind And with our Queen that princely Phenix rare whose like on earth hath sildome times bin seen He was esteemd and set by for his care as noble Peeres that aie haue trusty been Vizcechamberlain her Highnesse Hatton made Whose tried trueth could neuer faile ne fade The cursed curres of Catalin vnkind that did conspire against her Royall Grace And to subuert the State did beare in mind with might and maine he sought for to displace Those wily Wolues vntrusty to the Crown By Iustice he threw topsie turuie down Our princely Queen whome God from danger saue of Counsaile hirs did Hatton sure elect Who Solon-like did vse his censures graue the good to shield the wicked to correct And as he was adornd with graces great So sate he safe in honors blisfull seate Lord Chanceler then her Grace did him ordaine Which charge with care he wisely did discharge For succour sweet none came to him in vaine good conscience had her scope to goe at large The right of might need not to stand in awe Ne would he trueth should be defast by lawe Affection could in Hatton beare no sway No giftes nor gold might once corrupt his minde Fraude to subuert he studied night and day To equitie his heart was aye enclinde Where conscience was corrupt and found vncleane to vanquish he by wisedome sought the meane Oppressed men from daunger he did shielde Their wofull wronges he wisely did redresse In deepe dispaire sweete comfort hee did yeelde To ease their griefe that languisht in distresse And where as Trueth durst scarcely shewe her face Fraude was subdude and foyled with disgrace The Lawes he sought with conscience for to vse Triumphant Trueth he seated in her throne To heare the poore he neuer did refuse Right glad he was to helpe them to their owne Wrongs went to wracke Craft could no harbour finde To maintain trueth our Hatton was enclinde Thus Lordings all his life you may beholde That liuing heare hath wonne deserued fame And though his Corps lye couered close in molde In Court and towne shall liue his spotlesse name Death dies in him his vertues death hath slaine And hee by death eternall life dooth gaine Yet from his graue Trueth dooth you all exhort To lincke your hearts and mindes in loyall loue Let faith in you builde such a famous fort That nothing may from trueth your mindes remooue Though Pope and Spaine against your peace doe iarre Withstand their rage prepare your your selues to warre Clap Corslets on your standerds take in hande Your barbed steedes bestride with courage stoute Brandish your swordes fight for your natiue lande By Seas and shores beset your foes about Nowe is the time where honour may be founde Thinke on the acts your Auncestours haue doone Haste to your shippes hoyse sailes in name of God Man you your coast march after warlike Drumme Your Ensignes braue each where display abroade Downe with your foes that for your spoyles doe come Take Lyons hearts feare not your hatefull foes But let them feele your manly battering blowes They come to sacke your Citties Fortes and Towres Your Wiues and maides they purpose to deflowre Stande to it then and cracke those crakers crownes That thinke to win your wealth within an howre Be bolde in God and neuer turne your backes But beard those braues that mind to worke your wracks You are and haue beene feared ouer all England's an Ile of stoute and hardie men Be stronge in faith your foes downe right shall fall For one of you in armes shall vanquish ten You fight for God and God your guide shall be And from the handes of enemies set you free Richard the first of England famous King Good Lordings vouch to call vnto your minde Whose Martiall acts throughout the World dooth ring The Heathen rout of Pagans most vnkinde His force haue felt whose manly conquering hand No Pagan proud was able to withstand And then shall Spayne a sincke of deadly sinne Or raging Rome a cage of Birdes vncleane Be bane of you and yours as they beginne Or from your heads the crest of glorie gleane As yerst of yore plucke vp those rotten weedes Let heauen and earth record those conquering deedes Edward the third your King of rich renowne Against the French did vse his conquering sworde Mauger their beardes he did possesse their Crowne The French were faine to serue him as their Lord. Take courage then maintaine your Countries right Gainst Rabsica in Gods name enter fight Henry the fift I wish you not forget At Agent Court thinke what a fielde he fought When all the powre of Fraunce him round beset Ten thousand men them to subiection brought Though night before they Bonfires great did make And made their boastes what prisoners they would take But they that bragge of conquest and renowne Before the fielde be fought or trust their strength We see the Lord in moment can cast downe And giue the weak'st the victorie at length Though Englands King and his they bought and solde The French were slaine though they to brag were bold Then though to Spaine the Pope haue giuen your land And your good Queene deposed from her Crowne A conquest win your weapons take in hand The pelting pope and Spaniards proude beate downe As earst to fore you Conquerers haue beene Through world now let your cōquering deedes be seene What Nation yet that menac'st you with warre But you haue met and giuen the vtter foile Snaffle those Coultes that at your peace doe iarre And beard those braues that labour for your spoile Fight for your selues your wiues and Children now To straungers Yoakes your neckes doe neuer bow Thus Trueth her charge to rich and poore hath tolde From this good Lord whose life to you is knowne And Trueth to you such tydings will vnfolde As may enforce both yonge and olde to moane Marke Hattons ende whom death from vs hath reft Yet he good name to conquer death hath left Thus as in health in trueth he God did praise In sickenes his he did extoll his name His hope was heauen by faith on Christ he staies And battaile dooth gainst sinne and hell proclaime Rebelling flesh he

manly did subdue And in sweete Christ his health he did renue Most like a Lambe amidst his greeuous paine He beares the Crosse that God vpon him laide With patience hee his anguishes sustaines In extreamst griefe most faithfully he praide Christ was the rocke whereon he sought to builde All other meanes this Christian Lord exilde Thus in Gods trueth his heart and minde was staide He studied still to exercise his Lawe By-pathes to treade he euer was affraide Of iudgement he did alwaies stande in awe His Lord and God right glad hee was to serue He from his heasts of purpose would not swerue Thus spent this Lord his time in his distresse On Gods sweete will he alwaies did depende To handfast Christ by faith he foorth did prease And he through grace did sweete releife him sende Though bodie his were feeble faint and weake His soule was strong Christ kept the same from wreake When phisicke sought his health for to recure He held Gods word the phisicke for the Spirite From thence he dranke such precious water pure As in the heauens augmented his delight Yet phisicke shew'd on him her wonted skill But all in vaine for God must haue his will Our gratious Queene of curtesie the flowre Faire Englands Gem of lasting blisse and ioye Whom God long shielde with arme of might and powre From all her foes that would worke her annoye From Rich mount came this Lord for to releeue Whose Princely sight great comfort did him giue All meanes she sought to worke her Hattons ease Most louing wordes she gaue the sicke and weake Her Highnes voice his griefes did much appease His heat reuiu'de to heare her Highnesse speake Phisitions then had charge to shewe their skill Vpon this Lord as they would win good will And they with care as subiects to her Grace Obedient were to waite vpon their cure On whom they wrought God knowes a certaine space Deuising howe their health he might procure Fiue daies our Queene remain'd with the destrest Who thought himselfe through her for to be blest She tooke her leaue and bad this Lord farewell And he to heauen with handes outstretched hie Calles vnto him that in the heauens dooth dwell With grace from heauen her Highnes to supplie Long liue saide he most gratious Queene in peace God make thee stronge the rage of foes to cease Thus praide our Queene to God to sende him health And he to heauen for her safegard dooth call That long she might liue in the common wealth To shield the good and bring the bad to thrall He tooke his leaue of his most gratious Queene And praised God she had his comfort beene Phisitions then did on this Lord attend And graue diuines were euer at his hand But that which God dooth minde to bring to end Its vaine for man to gain say or withstand His hope was heauen his trust was in Gods sonne Small was the ease that he by phisicke wonne Time passeth on and calles this Lord away The Sexten waights to ring his dolefull Knell But he prepares himselfe to watch and pray He leaues the world and hopes with Christ to dwell And as by Christ in trueth this Lord was taught With th'oyle of faith his Lampe was fully fraught Securely he to sleepe thought it not meete The sleepe of sinne he did abandon quite He look't for Christ his Lord and Sauiour sweete His hope and trust in his deere death was pight His wedding Roabes with ioy he did prouide In hope to feast with Christ and his sweete Bride What were the words he to the world did leaue He by his will all things in order set He sought no man of duetie to deceiue His hope was Christ from him he comfort fet And as he had beene euerie poore mans friend So he in minde the poore had to his end The Schooles of skill where science dooth abound He thought vppon and dayly had in minde Poore Captiues that in clogs of care are bound To ease their griefe he some releife assignde His seruants all whose loue to him was tender For seruice doone he duely did remember But waxing faint and drawing to his ende He leaues his Queene vnto the Lord of might Desiring him from griefe her to defende And all her foes to foile and put to flight From treasons vilde and Traytors Lord her saue And let thy Trueth through world her passage haue Farewell my Peeres the Lord God be your guide Her Counsell graunt with thy grace to direct That they a salue may day by day prouide To shielde the good and cut off the infect Her Highnes weale God make them still to minde And to roote vp rebellious plants vnkinde You manly Knights and Gentlemen adue Be stronge in Trueth and constant to your Queene Farewell to you good Subiects iust and true Nowe from your hearts let loyal●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Vpholde the state be Pillers found 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 False not your fayth to God and Prince be iust Be not seduc'st by any popish meane Abhorre and hate their doctrine most vnpure Those raskall Priests as Traitors holde vncleane That would you from obeysance due allure Cleaue you to Christ let Pope and blind guides goe They speake of peace but minde your ouerthrowe Thus time in Trueth runne ouer fast away And sickenes sharpe gaue more and more increase And death dooth waite to close his corpes in clay But he for grace to call dooth neuer cease Sweete Christ I sue for mercie vnto thee Bowe downe thine eare from hell my soule set free His sonne adopt Sir William Hatton Knight He dooth exhort obediently to liue In God and Trueth he wils him to delight And to his Prince her honour due to giue Thus shalt thou win deserued praise and fame And spotlesse keepe for euer Hattons name And thankes to you my Seruants for your paine Hencefoorth for mee you may take ease and rest I see with you I shall not long remaine For death to sacke my life is present prest But pray my faith in Christ may neuer faile Life is no losse death workes for mine auaile And now sweete death most welcome vnto mee Thy stroakes ne can ne shall me once dismay No griefe but ioy I shall obtaine by thee Although thou come to take my life away Yet Christ to me a Crowne of life will giue Death dies 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ith him shall liue I call to t● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sauiour come My silly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And in the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of doome A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lord me make I come 〈◊〉 thy 〈◊〉 Lord receiue My 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 soule to thee I le●… O happie 〈◊〉 that made so good an end Thy Queene thy want with noble Peeres dooth waile Thy 〈◊〉 adopt laments his deerest friend Drie dumpes of dole constraines his ioy to faile Poore Suters weepe thy seruants pensiue are The needie poore with teares their woes declare Thus Trueth the trueth hath set before your eyes His life and death most truely is set downe And let the trueth both rich and poore suffice Who spreades his praise in euery Port and Towne A godly life he ledde vpon the earth And in Gods feare did render vp his breath Then Lordings yeelde in weedes of wailefull woe To bring his corps vnto the gaping graue Hee's gone before the way he dooth you showe And you your selues of life no charter haue Then thinke on death which way so ere you wend He followes you your pilgrimage to ende Thus though this Lord vnto the world be dead His faith in Christ the ioyes of heauen hath wonne Sinne Hell and Death he vnder feete dooth treade And liues in blisse with Christ Gods onely sonne Then Lordings chaunge your griefes to ioye againe For Hatton lines and death in him is slaine FINIS