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A37524	The royal garland of love and delight containing the lives of sundry kings, queens, and princes : with other love songs and sonnets full of delight / by T.D. ; whereunto is added a rare new sonnet of the restauration of our royal soveragn [sic] Charles the Second.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1674 (1674)	Wing D967; ESTC R33445	8,158	25

Monk unto ther King began But while he held the poysoned cup in 's hand Our Noble King amazed much did stand For casting down by chance his Princely eye One precious Iewel which he had full nigh It 's Orient brightness to a pale dead hue Was changed quite the cause no person knew And such a sweat did overspread them all Which stood like Dew that on fair flowers fall For thereby was their precious nature try'd For precious stones foul poyson cannot abide Yet though the King beheld their colour pale Mistrusted dot the poyson in the Ale And therefore a hearty draught did take Which of his life a quick dispatch die make The infectious Drink fum'd up into his head And through his veins unto his heart did spread The groans he gave made all men to wonder He cast as if his heart would burst in sunder And then the Lords went searching all about In every place to find the Traytor out At length they found h●m dead as any stone Within a corner lying all alone Why then my Lords full quickly then quoth he A breathless King among you shall you sée Behold he saith my veins in pieces crack A grievious torment féel I in my back For by this poyson deadly and accurst I féel my heart-strings ready for to burst With that his eyes did turn within his head A pale dead colour through his face was spread And lying Gasping with a cold faint breath The Royal King was overcome by death The trial and d●ath of King Charles who was beheaded at White-Hall Ian. 30. 1648. Tune of Aim not too high KIng Charles was once a Prince of great state But he dy'd a death unfortunate The manner how to you I will relate At Westminster was call'd a Court of State Where Sergeant Bradshaw was Lord president The Court being call'd then for the K. they sent Charles Stuart once admitted Englands King Who did such woes upon the Nation bring In setting up the Standard in the field Which was y e cause y t so much blood was spild Therefore you guilty are of these sad times As Treason Murther and such like crimes Here is your Iury for it must be so You have your charge plead guilty I or no K. As for your charge a rush I do not care I do desire those things are right and square I do desire some of you would unfold By whose commission you this Court do hold To whom the President did straight reply Sir you shall know by what Authority This Prerogative wherein we stand Ordain'd is by the Commons of this Land 'T is not for Prisoners to dispute the same Answer to that for which you hither came Then their Authority he quite deni'd And said by them he meant not to be tri'd At which the Clerk the sentence then did read Saying Sharles Steuart thou must loose thy head For Murder Treason and for Tyranny And being to the Land a publick Enemy Then to the Scaffold streight he was conveid The which with mourning Cloth was overlaid Mounting the same quoth he I le little say For in this world I have not long to stay With his eyes lift up to heav'n he made a prayer And so for death did instantly prepare Saying My Earthly Crown I here must leave Hoping a heavenly Crown for to receive I come I come Lord Iesus then he cry'd One blow his Head and Body did devide A Song on the Reigns of Q. Mary Q. Eliz. K. Iam. and K. Charles the I. Tune is Dutches of Suffolk WHen God had taken for our sin and closed up King Edwards eyes Then bloody Mary did begin in England for to Tyranize Who like unto a Tyrant Quéen her days on earth did spend But at the last her time expir'd her Reign came to an end Then after her Elizabeth unto the Crown did come Whose blessed Reign did much rejoyce the hearts of all and some Full forty years and four she did Reign in great Prosperity Whose blessed name shall lide in fame to all Posterity Next after her came James our King unto the Regal Crown Who did maintain whilsh he did reign firm peace to his renown Then to the Crown came Charles the first by name the best of Kings Although the commons them did vote as néedless useless things And then the name of King séem'd strange how should it otherwise chuse But now the name of King again we may and still will use The Lovers Delight To the Tune of The Damask Rose THe Damask Rose or the Lilly fair the Cowslip nor the Pancy With my true Love cannot compare for beauty Love and fancy She doth excel the rarest Dame no beauty like her moves me Which makes me thus ●xtol her name so ●weet is the Lass that loves me If I should speak of my true love as I am bound in duty She doth surpass the Gods above in each degrée of beauty Iuno Pallas nor Venus fair shines not so bright and lovely Ther 's none that with her may compare so sweet c. When first I saw her péerless face I did admire her beauty And I did séek with heart and voice to offer her all duty Which willingly she did accept so kind and loving preves she Which makes me thus with all respect say sweet c. Mars though he be the God of war c●uld not so déeply wound me As Cupid with a little Dart which I have plainly shown you Borea● with his blustring storms never yet pierc'd so roughly Cupids arrows prick like thorns so sweet c. For her sweet sake I 'le undertake any thing she requireth To sail the Seas like Captain Drake whose déeds there 's some admireth What ever she commands is done so much her love doth move me She is a Precious Paragon so sweet c. Bright Cynthìa in her richest Robes my Love doth much resemble Whose beauteous beams much joy affords which makes my heart to tremble So is my Love so chast so rare which unto fancy moves me And makes me joy without compare so sweet c. Diana and her darlings dear that liv'd in th' woods and Valleys And sport her time so chast and rare with which no man dalleys Yet she is not so chast as she I hope none can disprove me O now my mind shall not remove so sweet c. Swéet Love then I pray be true and think of what is spoken Change not thy old friend for a new let not thy vow be broken Swéet love I leave thee for this time for so it doth behove me My heart doth me compel to say so sweet c. The Maids Answer MY love my life my duck my dear now I will yield unto thee All thou hast said I well did hear and now thy words do move me For to reply in answer kind and to thy self shall prove me I will not change like to the wind so sweet is the Lad that loves me Be thou my lovely Pyramus I 'le be thy constant

THE ROYAL GARLAND Of Love and Delight Containing the lives of sundry Kings Queens and Princes With other Love Songs and Sonnets full of Delight By T. D. Whereunto is added a rare new Sonnet of the Restauration of our Royal Soveragn Charles the Second 1674. LONDON Printed by E. C. for W. T. and are to be sold by John Hose over against Staple Inn in Holbourn 1674 THE ROYAL GARLAND OF LOVE and DELIGHT The Life and Death of Lady Rosamond King Henry the seconds Concubine Tune of Flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that name Besides the Quéen he dearly lov'd a fair and comely Dame Most péerless was her beauty found her favour and her face A swéeter creature in the world did never Prince imbrace Her crimson locks like threads of gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely eyes like orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Cristal Chéeks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elenor our Quéen was known a deadly foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Quéen At Woodstock builded such a bower the like was never séen Most curiously that bower was built of stone and timber strong A hundred and fifty doors there did unto that Bower belong And for his love and Ladyes sake that was so fair and bright The kéeping of that bower he gave unto a valiant Knight For why the Kings ungracious son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised war within the Realm of France But now before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewell thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to please my phantasie The flower of my affected heart whose swéetness doth excell My Royal Rose an hundred times I bid thée now farewell When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her countenance did show For from her clear and christial eyes the tears gusht out apace Which like a silver pearled dew ran down her comely face So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft within his Princly arms he did her corps imbrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her terde chéek Vntill she had reviv'd again her senses mild and méek Why grieves my Rose my dearest Rose the King did often say Because quoth she to bloody wars my Lord must part away But sith you go to foraign Lands let me your Target bear That on my brest the blow might light that should annoy you there Or let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with swéet baths refresh your Grace at your return from fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will rifuse But wanting you my life is death which ●oth true love abuse Content thy self my dearest friend thy rest at home shall be In Englands swéet and pleasant soyl for traveil fits not thée Fair Ladyes brook not bloody wars sweet peace their pleasure bréed The nourisher of hearts content which fancy first did féed My Rose shall rest at Wodstock Bower with Musick swéet delight Whilst I among the piercing Pikes against my foes do fight And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my Royal Rose when I am parted hence And at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Wodstock came anon And forth she calls the trusty Knight that kept this curious Bower Who with a clew of twined thread came from this famous flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen the thread did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set Cast of these robes from thée she said that rich and costly be And drink thou up this deadly draught which I have brought for thée Then presently upon her knees fair Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she beg'd for her offences all And with the same her lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her lovely chéeks procéeded many a tear But nothing could this furious Quéen therewith appeased be The Cup of deadly poyson fil'd as she sate on her knée She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it in her hand And from her bended knées arose and on her feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up the Poyson then her life she lost withal And when that death through every part had done his greatest spight Her chief foes did there confess she was a glorious wight Her body then they did entomb when life was fled away At God stow near to Oxford Town as may be seen this day A woful Lamentation of Queen Elinor THrice woe is me unhappy Quéen thus to offend my Princly Lord My foul offences too plainly séen and of good people much abhord I must confe●s my fault it was These bloody wars came thus to pass My jealous mind hath wrought my wo let all good Ladyes shun mistrust My envy wrought my overthrow by malice most unjust My sons did seek their Fathe●s life By bloody wars and cruel strife But that which most torments my mind and makes my grieved heart complain As for to think that most unkind I brought my self in such disdain That now the King cannot abide I should be lodged by his side Full sixtéen winters have I béen in Prison in a Dungeon déep Whereby my joyes are wasted clean Where my poor eyes have learnt to wéep And never shall I see him more Whose absence grieves my heartfull sore Too much indéed I must confess I did abuse his Royal Grace And by my great maliciousness his wrong I wrought in every place And thus his Love I turn'd too late Swéet Rosamond that was so fair out of our curious Bower I brought A poisoned Cup I gave her there whereby her death was quickly wrought The which I did with all despight Because she was the Kings delight Thus sorely did the Queen lament Her former deeds for to repent On the death of King IOHN who was poisoned by a Monk Tune of Fortune my foe A Treacherous déed I shall you tell Which on King Iohn upon a sudden fell To Lincolnshire proceeding on his way At Swinstead Abbey one whole night he lay Great Chear they made to his Royal Grace While he remained a Guest in that place There did the King himself in safety think But there the King receiv'd his latest drink A flat fac'd Monk came with a glossing tale To give the King a Cup of spiced Ale A deadlier Draught was never offered man Yet this false