matcht with any man â—ho has in prison three score Knights and four that he has wound â—nights of King Arthurs Court they be and of his Table Round 〈◊〉 brought him to a River-side and also to a tree Thereon a Copper Bason hung his fellows Shields to see 〈◊〉 struck so hard the Bason broke when Tarquin heard the sound 〈◊〉 drove a Horse before him straight whereon a Knight lay bound Sir Knight then said Sir Lancelot tho bring me that Horse-load hither And lay him down and let him rest we 'l try our force together And as I understand thou hast so far as thou art able Done great despite and shame unto the Knights of the Round Table â—f thou be of the Table Round quoth Tarquin speedily Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly deste That 's overmuch quoth Lancelot tho defend thee by and by They put their Spurs unto their Steeds and each at other slye They couch their Spears and Horses can as though there had been thunder And each struck them amidst the shield wherewith they broke in sunder Their Horses backs brake under them the Knights were both aston'd To hold their Horses they made great haste to light upon the ground They took them to their Shields full fast thier Swords they drew out then With mighty strokes most eagerly each one at other ran They wounded were and bled full sore for breath they both did stand And leaning on their Swords a while quoth Tarquin hold thy hand And tell to me what I shall ask say on quoth Lancelot tho Thou art quoth Tarquin the best Knight that ever I did know And like a Knight that I did hate so that thou be not he I will deliver all the rest and eke accord with thee That is well said quoth Lancelot then but sith it must be so What is the Knight thou hatest so I pray thee to me shew His Name is Sir Lancelot du Lake he slew my Brother dear Him I suspect of all the rest I would I had him here Thy wish thou hast but yet unknown I am Lancelot du Luke Now Knight of Arthurs Table Round King Hauds Son of Suewake And I desire thee do thy worst Ho ho quoth Tarquin tho One of us two shall end our lives before that we do go If thou be Lancelot du Lake then welcome shalt thou be Wherefore see thou thy self defend for now I thee defte They buckled together so like two wild Boars rushing And with their Swords and Shields they ran at one another flashing The ground beâ—winkled was with Blood Tarquin began to faint For he gave back and bore his Shield so low he did repent Then soon spied Sir Lancelot tho he leapt upon him then He pull'd him down upon his knee and rushing off his yelm And then he struck his Neck in â—â—o and when he had done so From prison threescore Knights and four Lancelot delivered tho FINIS 9. A Song in Praise of Women To a pleasant new Tune called My Vallentine AMongst all other things that God hath made beneath the Sky Most glorious to satisfie the curious eye of mortal men withal The sight of Eve Did soonest fit his fancy Whose courtesse and amity most speedily had caught his heart in thrall Whom he did love so dear Aâ— plainly both appear He made her Queen of all the world and Mistris of his heart Though afterwards she wrought his woe his death and deadly smart What need I speak Of matters passed long ago Which all men know I need not shew to high or low the case it is so plain â—lthough that Eve committed then so great E're she went hence A recompence in defence she made mankind again For by her blessed Seed we are Redeem'd indeed Why should not then all mortal men esteem of women well And love their wives even as their lives as nature doth câ—mpel A vertuous Wife The Scripture doth commend and say That night and day she is a stray from all decay to keep her Husband still â—he useth not To give her self a wandring Or flattering or pratling or any thing to do her Neighbour ill But all her mind is bent his Pleasures is conâ—â—nâ— Her faithful love doth not remove for any Storm or grief Then is not he well blest think ye that meets with such a â—ife But now methinks I hear some men do say to me Few such there be in each degree and quality at this day to be found And now adays Some men do set their whole delight Both day and night with all despite to brawl and fight their rage did so abound But sure I think and say here comes no such to day Nor do I know of any she that is within that place And yet for fear I dare swear it is so hard a case But to conclude For Maids and wives and Virgins all Both great or small in Bowér or Hall to pray I shall so long as life doth last That they may live With hearts content and perfect peace That joys increase may never cease till death release the care that crept so fast For beauty doth me blind To have them all in mind Even for her sake that doth us make so merry to be seen The glory of the Female kind I mean our Noble Queen FINIS 10. A Song in praise of a single Life To the Tune of The Ghosts hearse SOme do write of bloody wars Some do shew the several jars 'twixt men through envy raised Some in praise of Princes write Some set their whole delight to her fair Beauty blazed Some other persons are mov'd for to praise where they are lov'd And let lovers praise beauty as they will other ways I am intended True Love is little regarded And often goes unrewarded Then to avoid all strife I 'le resolve to lead a single life whereby the heart is not offended â— what suit and service too Is used by them that wooe â— what grief in heart and mind What for row we do find through womens fond behaviour Subject to suffer each hour and speeches sharp and sower And labour love cost perchance 't is but all lost and no way to be amended And so purchase pleasure And after repent at leisure Then to avoid all strife c. To no man in wedded state Doth happen much debate except Gods special favour If his wife be proudly bent Or secretly consent to any lewd behaviour If â—he be slothful or idle Or such as her tongue cannot bridle O then well were he Of death his bane would be no sorrow else can be amended For look how long he were living Evermore he would be grieving Then to avoid all strife c. Married folks we often hear Even through their Children dear have many causes of sorrow If disobedient they be found Or false in any ground by their unlawful sorrows To see such wicked fellows shamefully come unto the Gallows Whom Parents with great care Nourished with dainty fare from their
THE Garland OF Good-will Divided into Three parts containing many pleasant SONGS and pretty POEMS to sundry new NOTES With a TABLE to find the Names of all the SONGS Written by T. D. London Printed for I. Wright at the sign of the Crown on Ludgate-hill 1678. The Table In the First Part. 1. THe fair Lady Rosamond 2. Shore's Wife 3. How King Edgar was deceived 4. How Coventry was made free 5. Of the Duke of Cornwall's Daughter 6. A Song of Queen Isabel. 7. The banishment of the two Dukes 8. The Noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table and of Lancelot du Lake 9. A Song in praise of Women 10. A Song in praise of a single life 11. The Widdows solace 12. A Gentlewomans Complaint 13. How a Prince of England Wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how she was Married to a Forrester 14. The Faithful Friendship of two Friends Alphonso and Ganselo In the Second Part. 1. A Pastoral Song 2. Patient Grissel 3. A song between Truth and Ignorance 4. Iudeth and Holofornes 5. In praise of the English Rose In the Third Part. 1. A Maidens Choice 'twixt Age and Youth 2. As I came from Walsingham 3. The Winning of Cales 4. Of Edward and a Countess 5. The Spanish Ladies Love to an English-man 6. A Farewel to Love 7. The Lover by his Gifts thinking to conquer Chastity 8. The Womans Answer A Mournful Ditty on the Death of Rosamond King Henry the Second's Concubine To the Tune of When flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that Name Besides the Queen he dearly lov'd a fair and Princely Dame Most Peerless was her beauty found her favour and her Face A sweeter Creature in this world did never Prince embrace Her crisped 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 Christial Châ—eks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for Mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her named was called so To whom Dame Elinor our Queen was known a mortal Foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Queen At Woodstock builded such a Bower the like was never seen Most curiously this Bower was built of Stone and Timber strong An hundred and fifty Doors did to this Bower belong And they so cunningly contriv'd with turnings round about That none but with a Clew of Thread could enter in or out And for his Love and Ladies sake that was so fair and bright The keeping of this Bower he gave unto a gallant Knight But Fortune that doth often frown where she before did smile The Kings delight and Ladies ioy full soon she did beguile For why the Kings ungracious Son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised War within the Realm of France But yet before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewel thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best my eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my Fantasie The Flower of my affected heart whose sweetness doth excell My Royal Rose a thousand times I bid thee now farewel For I must leave my fairest Flower my sweetest Rose a space And cross the Seas to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my comming shortly see And in my heart whilst hence I am I 'le bear my Rose with me When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her outward looks did show And from her clear and christial Eyes the tears gush'd out apace Which like the Silver Pearled Dew ran down her comely face Her Lips like to the Coral red did wax both wan and pale And for the sorrow she conceiv'd her vital Spirits did fail So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft betwixt his Princely arms her Corps he did embrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her tender Cheeks Until he had receiv'd again her senses mild and meek Why grieves my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did ever say Because quoth she to bloody Wars my Lord must part away But sith your Grace in Forreign Coasts among your Foes unkind Must go to hazard life and limb why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your Shield and Target bear That on my Breast the blow may light that should annoy you there O let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with sweet Herbs refresh your Grace at your return from Fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will refuse But wanting you my life is death which doth true Love abuse Content thy self my dearest Love thy rest at home shall be In Englands sweet and pleasant Soyl for travel fits not thee Fair Ladies brook not bloody Wars sweet Peace their pleasure breed The nourisher of hearts content which Fancy first did feed My Rose in Woodstock-Bower shall rest with Musick 's sweet delight While I amongst the pierceing Pikes against my Foes do Fight My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall dance the Galliard of my Love while I my Foes do tinite And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence And there withal he fetcht a sigh as though his heart would break And Rosamond for very grief not one plain word could speak For 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 Woodstock came anon And forth she call'd this trusty Knight which kept this curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined thread came from that famous Flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen his Thred did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set But when the Queen with stedfast eyes beheld her heavenly face She was amazed in her mind at her exceeding Grace Cast off thy Robes from thee she said that rich and costly be And drink thee up this deadly Draught which I have brought for thee But presently upon her knees sweet Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she crav'â— for her offences all Lake pitty on my Youthful Years fair Rosamond did cry And let me not with poyson strong enforced be to die I will renounce my sinful life and in a Cloyster vide Or else be banisht if you please to range the world so wide And for the fault that I have done though I was forc'd thereto Preserve my lifâ— and punish me as you think fit to do And with these words her Lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her comely Cheeks proceeded many a tear But nothing could this furious
else in sorrow â—ye You have your 〈◊〉 my â—overaign Lord effectually Take all the leave that I can 〈◊〉 your Majesty But on thy Beauty all my ioys have their above Take thou my Beauty from my face my gracious Lord. Did'st thou not swear to grant my will All that I may I will fulâ—l then for my love let my true love be seen My Lord your speech I might reprove You cannot give to me your love for that belongs unto your Queen But I suppose your Grace did this only to try Whether a wanton Tale might tempt Dame Salisbury Nor from your self therefore my Liege my steps do stray But from your wanton tempting Tale I go my way O turn again my Lady bright Come unto me my hearts delight gone is the comfort of my â—ensive heart Yere comes the Earl of Warwick he The Father of this fair Lady my mind to him I mean for to impart â—hy is my Lord and Soveraign King so griev'd in mind Because that I have lost the thing I cannot find What thing is that any graâ—ious Lord which you have lost It is my 〈◊〉 which to near 〈◊〉 betwixt fire and frost Curst be that fire and frosttho That caused this your Highness woâ— O Warwick thou 〈◊〉 wrong me very 〈◊〉 It is thy Daughter Noble Earl That Heaven-bright-Lamp that peerless Pearl which kills my heart yet do I her adore If that be all my gracious King that works your grief I will perswade the scoâ—nful Dame to yield relief Never shall she my Daughter be if she refuse The Love and favour of a King may her excuse Thus 〈◊〉 Warwick went away And quits contrary he did say when as he did the beautâ—ous Countess meet Well 〈◊〉 my Daughter quoth â—â— A message I must do to thee our Royal King most 〈…〉 thee greâ—â— The King will dye lest thou to him do grant thy love To love my Husband love I would remove It is right Charity to love my Daughter dear But no true love so charitable for to appear His Greatness may hear out the shame But his kingdom cannot buy out the blame he craves thy love that may â—ereave thy life It is my duty to move this But not thy honesty to yield I wis I mean to dye a true unspotted Wife Now hast thou spoken my Daughter dear as I would have Charity bears a Golden Name unto the Grave And when to thy wedded Lord thou provest untrue Then let my bitter curses still thy soul pursue Then with a smiling chear go thou As right and reason doth allow yet shew the King thou bearest no Strumpets mind I go dear Father with a trice And by a slight of sine device I 'le cause the King confess that I am unkind Here comes the Lady of my life the King did say My Father bids me Soveraign Lord your will obey And I consent if you will grâ—nt onâ— boon to me I grant it thee my Lady fair what e'rest be My Husband is alive you know First let me kill him e're I go and at your command I will ever be Thy Husband now in France doth rest No no he lies within my breast and being so nigh he will my falâ—â—od seâ— With that she started from the King and took her knife And desperately she thought to rid her self of life The King he started from the Chaiâ— her hand to stay O noble King you have broke your word with me this day Thou that not do this deed quoth he Then never I will lye with thee â—o then live still and let me bear the 〈◊〉 Live in honour and high estate With thy true Lord and wedded mate I never will attempt this suit again 5. The Spanish Ladies love to an English Gentleman WIll you hear a Spanish Lady how she woo'oâ—m English-man Garments gay as rich as may be deckt with jewels had she on Of a comely countenance and grace was â—he And by Birth and Parentage of high degree As his priosâ—er there he kept her in his hands her life did lye Cupids hands did tye her faster by the likeing of her eye In his courteous company was all her joy To favour him in anything she was not coy At the last there raine commandment for to set the Ladies free With their Jewels still adoâ—ned none to do thein injury Alas then said the Lady gay full woe is me O let me still sustain this kind captivity Gallant Captain shew some pitty to a Lady in distress Leave me not within the City for to dye in heaviness Thou hast set this present day my body free But my heart in prison strong remains with thee How should thou fair Lady love me whom thou know'st thy Countries Foe Thy fair words makes me susâ—ect thee Serpents are where flowers grow All the evil I think to thee most gracious Knight God grant unto my self the same may fully light Blessed be the time and season that you came on Spanish ground If you may our Foes be termed gentle foes we have you found With our Cities you have won our hearts eath one Then to your Country bear away that is your own Rest you still most gallant Lady rest you still and weep no more Of fair Lovers there are plenty Spain doth yield a wondrous store Spaniards fraught with jealousse we often find But English-men throughout the world are counted kind Leave me not unto a Spaniard you alone enjoy my heart I am lovely young and tender Love is likewise my desert Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest The wife of every English-man is counted blest It would be a shame fair Lady for to hear a woman hence English Souldiers never carry and such without offence I will quickly change my self if it be so And like a Page I 'le follow thee where e're thou go I have neither Gold nor Silver to maintain thee in this case And to travel 't is great charges as you know in every place My Chains and Jewels every one shall be thine own And eke five hundred pounds in Gold that lies unknown On the Seas are many dangers many storms doth there arise Which will be to Ladies dreadful and force tears from watry eyes Well in worth I could endure extremity For I could find in heart to lose my life for theâ— Courteous Lady be contented here comes all that breeds the â—â—rise I in England have already a sweet Woman to my wife I will not falsifie my vow for gold or gain Nor yet for all the fairest Dames that live in Spain O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend Many days of joy God send you and of my suit I 'le make an end Upon my knees I pardon crave for this offence Which love and true affection did first commence Commend me to thy loving Lady bear to her this Chain of Gold And these Bracelets for a token grieving that I was so hold All my Jewels in like sort bear thou with thee For these are fitting for thy wife and not for me I will spend my days in prayer Love and all her laws defies In a Nunnery will I shrew me far from other Company But e're my Prayers hâ—â—e 〈◊〉 and be sure of this To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss Thus farewel gentle Captain and farewel my hearts concent Count not Spanish Ladies wanton though to thee my love was bent Joy and true prosperity go still with thee The like fall ever to thy share most fair Lady 9. A Farewel to Love FArewel false Love the Oracle of lies a mortal foe an enemy to rest An envious Boy from whence great cares arise A bastard vile a beast with age possest A way for errour a tempest full of treason In all respects contrary unto reason A poysoned Serpent cover'd all with flowers Mother of sighs and Murtherers of repose A sea of sorrows whence run all such showers As moisture gives to every grieâ—â— that grows A school of guile a nest of deep deceit A Golden hook that holds a poysoned 〈◊〉 A Fortress field whom reason did defend A Syrens song a server of the mind A Maze wherein affections find no end A raining cloud that runs before the wind A Substance like the shaddow of the Sun A Cole of grief for which the wisest run A quenchless fire a rest of trembling fear A path that leads to peril and mishap A true retread of sorrow and despair An idle Boy that sleeps in pleasures lap A deep mistrust of that which certain seems A hope of that which reason doubtful deems Then sith thy reign my younger years betray'd And for my Faith Ingratitude I find And such repentance hath the wrong bewray'd Whose crooked cause hath not been after kind False love go back and beauty frail adieu Dead is the root from which such fancies grew FINIS The lover by his gifts thinks to conquer chastity And with his gifts sends these verses to his lady What face so fair that is not crackt with gold What wit so worth that hath in gold his wonder What learning but with golden lines doth hold what state so high but gold could lying it under What thought so sweet but Gold doth better seafoâ— And what rule better then the golden reason The ground was fat that yields the golden fruit The study high that sets the golden state The labour sweet that gets the golden suit The reckoning rich that scorns the Golden rate The love is sure that golden hoxe doth hold And rich again that serves the God of Gold FINIS The Womans Answer Foul is the face whose beauty gold can raft Worthless the wit that hath gold in her wonder Unlearned lines puts gold in Honours place Wicked the state that will to coin come under Base the Conceit that seasoned is with Gold And Beggers rule that such a reason hold Earth gives the gold but Heaven gives greater grace Men study wealth but Angels wisdom raise Labour seeks peace love hath an higher place Death makes the reckoning life is all my race The hope is here my hope of heaven doth hald God give me grace let Dives dye with gold FINIS