Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	life_n	live_v	word_n	8,182	5	4.3547	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02624	A prophesie of Cadvvallader, last king of the Britaines containing a comparison of the English kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure battels betweene the two houses of Yorke and Lancaster. The field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a poeme to the yong Prince.	Herbert, William, fl. 1604.; Cadwaladr, Vendigaid, d. 664?	1604 (1604)	STC 12752; ESTC S103828	31,064	72

The Princes vertues do the subiectes moue Dangers and perils eminent to proue The noble Earle with speede pursues his fate Delay brings danger to the surest state When Fame reported this to Edwards care Hope vanquisht feare and gaue encouragement To see them firme who euer faithfull were Then to Lord Stafford Southwike Earle he sent To muster all his friends incontinent Then gaue he ioynt commission to these twaine As equalles when they came in Campe to raigne Thus these two Captaines as those two of yore VVhen Romes selected youth in Cannas bled Equall in power but not in Iudgements store As Varro Stafford from the battell fled As Paulus so renowmed Pembrooke sped Thus Lord-like stout Aemilius forth doth goe To chase the pride of his rebellious foe Stafford and hee weake staffe to leane vpon No Stafford he nor sprung from Buckingham Nor let that name so base a man bemoane His cowardize escandalizde his fame Lassiuious lust did explaiten his shame These two to Banbary with Armies bend Thence Stafford fled there Herberts life did end There might you see a troope of warlike men Conducted by the glories of their Clyme Vnworthy I with my vnworthy pen To aeternize in Layes vndecent Rime Their memories which liue in spight of time These two as Fabius and Marcellus weare Romes guarding target and offending speare Richard was valorous but his brother wise Youth made him forward age the other stayde Richard for action Pembrooke for aduise If both their worths were in a ballance way de Neither should Fates partiallitie vprayde The differences betweene these brothers are One peace affected most the other warre There might you see the Champions of the Beare Mounted on Iustie Coursers scoure the plaine There might you see the sonne of Latimer With rashnesse charge with feare returne and slaine They neuer feare who neuer feeled paine There might you see O I am greeu'd to say What yeares confirm'd consumed in a day There might you see that worthy man of men Richard with his victorious sword in hand Like a fierce Lyon passing from his den Or some sterne Boare whose anger plowes the land Securely passe through euery conquer'd band As a round bullet from a Canon sent This Knight alone through fortie thousand went And backe return'd to his amazed traine But more enraged with anger then before Begins to kill where he before had slaine Like a close myzer he augments his store The more he slaies to slaie he loues the more All this thou didst what latter age can tell Of one that better did or halfe so well Thus like Alcides all composde of ire Whose fiery lights shut sparkes of fortitude This Champion doth to greater deeds aspire Still pressing on the Hydra multitude Till like to sheepe they fled in order rude Then to his Tent with tryumph he doth goe Valure doth loue to spoile not chase the foe But see vnconstant chance and seeing weepe For euery word requires a siluer teare Whiles carelesse victory did sweetly sleepe And conquest by desert did honour weare VVhen most we liue secure we most should feare Sixe hundred men conducted by a Squire Made those that chaste with praise with shame retire But ere that these confused warriours fled Whom vnexpected horror did amaze They sold their liues for liues ere they were dead Their conquering blood their honors did emblaze Bnt all were not deriued from one race Some Stallions in a field some Asses bee And so of men there be of each degree Richard thou canst not mount thy steed and flye Nor thou great Lord experience makes thee stay To feare the name of death is worse then dye But men borne base a baser word will say I care not how I scape so liue I may Ye slaues to feare whom I abhorre to see That loue life more then praise or honestie Still do they striue till that vnnumbred presse Like Bees of Hybla swarmed euery where Courage in danger doth it selfe expresse Submission to a Lyon breeds but feare But rauenous beasts their prostrate subiects teare By such great Richard falls and Pembrooke dies Conquering twise twentie thousand enemies Mount sacred spirits with cleare conscience wings To the ninth heauen whereas your glorious eye May gaze on the immortall king of kings Liue you in peace but we in misery Man cannot happie be before he dye Vnto your glorious tombes I sacrifice These dismall Anthems and sad Elegies CEase mournfull Muse to chaunt these Ciuil broiles Vnciuill warres and sence-amizing times Brothers by brothers spoild vnnaturall spoiles The guilt whereof to Ioues tribunall climes Oh subiect fit for Thaeban Statius rimes All warres are bad but finall end doth tell Intestine warres all other warres excell Witnesse the same the Macedinian downe When Pompey did the Senates cause defend And Caesar sought the worlds Imperiall Crowne Witnesse Philippes and Antonius end Milde Othos death which Authors so commend Richard now riseth at his Nephewes fall A conscience cleare is like a brazen wall Now Englands Traiane sprung from Troiane race Doth Oxford helpe and Darbies aide implore Froth-faced Neptune with his trident mace Doth guide his Argosies to Milfords shoare At Bosworth field he slaies the tusked Boare Leicestrian Dales their crimson goare did fill A scarlet streame from Richard did distill Cheiney thy armes and sinewes are not strong Enough to match with Albions martiall king Brandon thou dost thy youthfull vigor wrong To combat him who to the field did bring Those cruell parts which Collingbourne did sing Now consolations wings doth reare my minde To shew his praise who sprang from Priams kinde Great Impe of kings heroicke Theodore Englands Augustus famous Prince of peace Great Treasurer of sacred Vertues store Eden of pleasure which didst all men please Comfort of Albion and they Countries ease From the foure golden Fountaines did arise Like vnto those that sprang from Paradise Oh that I had all wittes excelling witte To eternallize thy deeds immortall king My pen thy trophies should and tryumphes writte The triple lauor of this round should ring VVith thy great name which my great muse should sing But since that Nature did the same denie Accept my will aetheriall dietie Elizabeth O Princely perfect name Combinde with thee oh cheerfull cordiall knot No priuate quarell could white Albion fame VVith blood and rapine fierce dissention blot Fury it selfe within it self did rot Two parted Roses which so long did striue Grew on one stalke and both began to thriue From that faire stalke great Arthur first did rise Arthur who matcht with Castiles Katherine Childlesse he dide and death he did despise His body was intombde in gorgeous s●rine His soule ascended for it was diuine Henry then Prince and heire apparant was Henry which did all former Henries passe The snow-white Cliffes which Albion do confine Whose subiect sands are deckt with Margarites Clearer then is the clearest Christaline The towring waues which rule the narrow streights

A PROPHESIE of Cadwallader last King of the Britaines Containing a Comparison of the English Kings with many worthy Romanes from William Rufus till Henry the fift Henry the fift his life and death Foure Battels betweene the two Houses of Yorke and Lancanster The Field of Baubery The losse of Elizabeth The praise of King Iames. And lastly a Poeme to the yong Prince LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede for Roger Iackson and are to be solde at his shop in Fleetstreete ouer against the Conduit 1604. TO THE NO LESSE VERtuous then Honourable Gentleman Syr Philip Herbert Knight of the most noble order of the Bathe RIght worthy Sir the honor which I beare And euer will vnto your worthy line Makes me presume presumption cannot feare To tender you this litle Booke of mine Whose substance if your honor will approue My lines shall limits want so doth my loue That man of men whose fatall name you beare Of his vnnumbred worthes the chiefe were these Three glorious wreathes vpō his brow to weare Which said he loued learning warre and peace O aemulate this man the sonne of Fame Haue all his vertues though but halfe his name Pursue thy first designments noble Knight Affect thy Country and admire thy King The Epistle Dedicatorie Be as thou art sincere in all mens sight Do this and I thy praise will euer sing I smoothe not I nor do I hope for gaine Accept my loue and so requite my paine The admirer of your vertues whose life is deuoted to your loue William Harbert THE AVTHOR TO HIS Poeme TRace the wide stage of spight and proud disdaine And mount the steps of scornefull enuies staire Imperfect embrion of an idle braine Soare not aloft vse meane do not despaire The best way is betweene the sea and ayre Be like thy selfe be neither proud nor base One enuy gets the other gaynes disgrace Be not too huge in shew in strength a childe These imateriall Epithites eschew Be to the scornfull proud the humble milde Put not thy censure to an open view Speech enuy oft but Silence neuer knew When thou seest good then prayse when bad be blinde Then wit will beare with thee and fooles be kinde To the Reader I Which in silence nest so many dayes Smoothered the slight of my vnfeathered quill Because I knew it could not merit prayse Here where the Muses sang and shewd their skill For this did seeme to be Parnastus hill But this amaz'd my minde and grieu'd mine eye To see the Buzards with the Eagles flye To see a troupe of Souldiers neuer tride Besiege a fort by nature fenc'd on high I was asham'd to see the heires of pride Debase in vnexperienc'd Poetry The immortall vertues of great Maiestie I these are they that do the Muses staine One wanton pen makes all be iudged vaine I which securely on these errours gaz'd And safely stood vpon the silent shore When others Ships by enuies rockes were craz'd Loue me constrain'd as pride did them before To trust the rockes and leaue the silent shore The loue of friends not prayse did me perswade Against my will against the streames to wade Therefore to you whose iudgement is sincere If any fault as many faults there be Seeme harsh and iarring to a tuned eare Impute the blame to those and not to me Who made my pen shew his infirmitie If any good as small there is you see Reape you the profit yeeld but thankes to me A PROPHESIE OF Cadwallader last King of the Britaines SItting with Clio by the gliding Thame neere to her siluer girt the verdant strand I saw Rhamusis so adornd by fame Dauncing in measures on the farther sand Holding a Ball of gold within her hand She stood on that that neuer stood but went So must all those that trust her gouernment Then did this Queene her wandring coach ascend Whose wheeles were more inconstant then the winde A mighty troope this Empresse did attend There might you Caius Marius caruing find And martiall Scylla courting Venus kind Times alter and in times we changed bee Chaunce onely constant is in leuitie There might you see how Archimedes art As a strong bulwarke guarded Syracuse How Scipio fought and Cato stabd his hart How Anthony did wrong the sacred muse And Cleopatras body did abuse How Mago fell in Spaine and Hanniball Did pitch his tents before Saturnias wall His stratagems his snares vnequall fightes Scipio Sempronius and Flaminius slaine Aemilius dead amidst his wounded knights How chance his youth with praise did entertaine And in his age how Fortune wrought this paine All this shee did oh man her fraude perceiue And trust her not for shee will thee deceiue How Alexander rose at Darius fall Lysimachus within the Lyons den How Scypio did besiedge Numantias wall And many thousands more which scape my pen Amongst this fatall troope of Fortunes men I saw an aged king except I erre That cleaped was the high Cadwallader He was the last saue three of Fortunes trayne Those were a Danea Saxon and a Norman king Hengist the first next was Denmarkes swayne The last was Normanes bastard which did bring Plenty of Ioy whose praise the English sing William whose valure mixt with happy fate Brought bondage to the Iuthes and Augles state The Britaine Monarch ware a simple Crowne Hauing small beades of Amber by his side A siluer Crosse a Friers white frize gowne Vpon an humble Asse this King did ride As white as snow or as the siluer tide One hand a staffe the other held a booke On which his eyes continually did looke Wherein were charactred in lines of gold Locrinus warres and Humbers tragedy The King himselfe by Gwendoline controld The Scythians paramour of Germany Estrilda drownd the praise of Hungary Sabrina thrust in Seuerns flowing maine Poore Madan by the curres of Ireland slaine The Britaine Manlius not the Romane knight Thinking to slay Mempricius Madans sonne Himselfe was by his brother slaine in fight And he by wolues as Madan was vndone For Sodomes gilt to lust his mind had wonne The foremost booke did Britaines raigne relate The next of Swayne the third of Saxens state The fourth and last did write of Williams raigne In which there was an ancient prophesie Written of yore confirmd by Merlins twaine What should ensue to Williams progeny Was there at large expainde in poetry The warres of England for the crowne of France There many battels with their mournfull chance The ciuill warres of Yorke and Lancaster The Cambrian helmet changde for Englands crowne How true discent did Tudors blood preferre The brow of peace dispearced Mars his frowne The land of warre is rulde by iustice gowne These shall haue end then shall arise a King Which plenty shall conduct in concords string He with vnnumbred linkes of reasons chaine Shall three in one and one in three vnite Britaine should be the name for Brute doth raigne A King commands no Princes

Mowbray for aye ten yeares must Harford part Griefe galles the one and kills the others hart The gallant Courser in the listed race Dismounts the Ryder scornes his curbing raine Stamping with ioy his freedome doth embrace And doth his pristine seruitude disdaine Leauing his Ryder breathlesse on the plaine So raging Burdeux tumbles downe his kinne And runnes from sin to vice from vice to sinne In his Imperiall Pallace Pleasures Bowre Romes mightie Monster did himself repose Sacking Cytheress for t faire Venus Towre The raging multitude their wrath disclose For his Praetorian guard they did insclose Chaerea did split his hart oh happie thing T' was good he dide t was bad to kill a King So Honors spurre did pricke the Percies blood To tumble Richard from his bloudie Throne Wishing great Herford to transpasse the flood To come and sit on Iocobs sacred stone Where he might raigne as King and rule alone As Claudius rose so Herford came to raigne As Nero fell so Edwards sonne was slaine Now Gaunts great issue in his Throne is set Whose sacred Science this my Muse should tell For Margarets sake that sprang from Sommerset For her it should if Cambria did not tell For lawes vnheard this Monarch did excell Who gaue him wings to mount he threw to ground Claudius who ran so faire is Claudus found In Silence vault my Muse shall hide his fame Who dide the Grey goose wings with purple red Praise he deseru'd though he deserued blame Sertorius like his warlike troopes he led For by alluring hope they both were fed Had men and Fortune equaliz'd his minde His Conquests Seuernes neuer had confinde Victorious Hotspurre and his valiant sire The kings great Steward Wosters reuerent Lord With neuer daunted Dowglas doe conspire Whose endles praise our Annales doe record With these doe Glendowre ioyne and Wigmors Lord To pull the Scepter from the tyrantes hand And giue it him that should by right command Dowglas and Hotspurre peerlesse for their might Are ouermatcht by Henries matchlesse sonne Who like a lyon rows'd him in the fight Glendowre himselfe is by himselfe vndone Northumberland is sicke and cannot come Like to a Tyger in his eager chase Great Monmouthes praise doth run from place to place Tumults appeas'd and armor set aside The stately Cirty of the highest God Diuine Ierusalem Iehouas bride Being whipt with warre and famines pinching rod Implores the helpe of this all-conquering Lord His soule defilde with sinne by merits sought That to redeeme which Iesus blood had bought His royall Nauy like a sea of wood Attends his princely presence in the bay But see how meager death still enuying good With fatall stroake his enterprise doth stay The Caedar falles in time so Kings decay Why stay you shippes he treades the sacred path Ierusalem his soule and body hath Henry the fift his lyfe and death AVaunt proud Rome and bragge not of thy men Nor thy aetheriall Caesars warres declare Cease peerlesse Plutarch with thy sacred pen The worlds Archmonarches aptly to compare Reason doth vrge and this alledge I dare That Englands Homer portraid hath his warre Which doth excell the worthiest Caesars starre What telst thou me of famous Hasdruball Of Cannas chance and Varros ouerthrow Aemisius death and conquering Hanniball Of Syllas Legions and a Parthian bowe Of Titus valure Catos wrinckled browe Of Syracuse and strong Namantias wall Or Phillip Persia Iugurth Iubas fall Of Noble Drusus and proud Saturnine Of Scipios death and Gracchus infamy Of Marius trophies and sterne Cataline How Caesar vanquisht France and Germany And twise returnd as foild from Britany The world admir d their victories to see Yet none of these must be comparde with thee Let Athens praise the lawes which Solon gaue And Marathon extoll Miltiades Write Caria of Mansolus stately graue And let Cycilia wish Demosthenes But Salamina praise Themistocles Greece did admire their tryumphes for to see Yet all of these cannot comparewith thee Let Sparta now conceale Lycurgus fame And Lacedaemon hide Lysanders praise Cease Argos now to shew th'Olimpicke game Let silence cloud or maske those golden dayes When Epires Monarch acted Tragicke playes But what of him or what are these to thee For thou alone doest farre exceed those three Though Alexander wan Darius Crowne And forc't the Easterne Emperour leaue his tent Burning Persopolis that regall Towne Seeing thy valure freely giues consent That two bright sonnes should rule the Element With thee great Prince we aptly may compare Rich Europes Paragon and Phaenix rare Thou didst not want Parmenios aiding hand Nor valiant Perdicas aspiring minde Which might Alansons quarels fierce withstand As long as Langlies gallant issued minde Had faithfull Suffolkes loue to him combinde They wan they lost they liue though they are dead They liue in heauen and dide in Conquests bed France did ten yeares withstand the Romanes might Both parties oft with equall courage plaide Yet that before the Sun shewd twice his light Madst great Mompensier flye as all dismaide To see thy kingly Banner forth displaide Like to Crassinius Yorke the yaward led True valure is by hope of honor bred Henry two Diadames doth now combine Europes faire daughters eldest sisters twaine By marriage of a maide a Mimph diuine Whilst Lewis liues as Emperour he mustraigne Henry as heire apparant doth remayne When Katherin is betrothd his beauteous wife Peace conquers warre and concord endeth strife Immortalized virgin sacred Queene Britaines Aurora harbinger of day Fairer then thought could thinke or eye hath seene Rich Vertues port and Honors cleerest bay Thrice blessed wombe fram'd of aetheriall clay Which didst enclose that glorious Theodore Whose sonne did Britaines regalty restore Her Amber-tresses like to wyers of gold That shadowed her white vermilion face Like Vulcans chayne did Venus champion hold VVho triumphed erewhile now sues for grace Vndecent action for a Captaines place Thy eyes are now bewitcht with eyes diuine Thy heart consents to honor Katherine If I had Zeuxes at to paint thy lookes Did I enioy Maeonian Homers quill To pourtraiture thy praise in golden bookes Thy vertues rare would aequalize my skill Thy sacred paps sweete Nectar did distill Hadst not thou bene our eyes should neuer view Our present peace and pleasures to ensue Stay ranging Muse thy wandring course restraine When ioues all-seeing eyes did view this King He sent his Harauld to that spatious plaine Where the three fatall Sisters then did spinne To know when Henries life did first beginne And if his thred were not already spunne That Lachesis should make it quickly runne His wisest sonne did place his golden wings Holding a siluer rodde all-charming wand VVherewith he could inchant all mortal things VVith this attire he claue the aetheriall land Where loue and luno doth the Gods command When that he came vnto the appointed place He told his message with a comely grace Sisters quoth he for so they were indeed

Which do adumbrate sleepy rockes deceits Could not debarre his thoughts but he did goe To conquer France and Englands greatest foe Wolsey then liu'd high minded worthy Clarke VVhich did erect those glorious Towres of yore Learnings receptacle Religions parke Oh that some Eagle-mounting thought would so are To finish that which he began before Oh that some Prince for none but Princes can VVould perfect that that excellent worke of man The siluer Isis and the gliding Thame Whose billowes resalute the verdant strand Should warble Paans to his mightie name The leaden age is past which rulde the land Saturne is come and Saturne doth command VVhose hopes were dead rich students neuer feare Most rich in hope some will your turrets reare Nurse of ingenious spirits Athens praise Chiefe benefactor of what ere is mine O might I see some mightie Monarch raise Those halfe built walles and parted towres combine Then Christ might yet be iustly tearmed thine As Christ is best so should his houses bee And in perfection haue a sympathie Henries triumphant carkasse laid in graue Couered with gold in Caesars ancient towre Edward succeeds a Prince though yong yet graue The skye which whilome smilde begins to lowre And showres of sorrow on the land to powre He endes his life before it scarce began What is more short then shortest life of man When nature fram'd this Prince oh goodly creature Compos'd of pure and elementall fire Turnd in a heauenly mowld diuinest feature She saw her selfe deceiu'd and wroth with ire When life began his end she did desire What enuie so could thee proud Nature sting Nothing should make and marre the selfe same thing The Gods did enuie mans felicitie And therfore did to Nature condescend That this yong King great King of Maiestie In sixteene yeares his vitall course should spend His life hath end and all our ioyes haue end Nature doth hasten to the house of death And shee consents to steale away his breath Now Spayne and England ioynes that peace I loue That concord doth augment the common state Pray God it doth both firme and faithfull proue But for to match with Spayne oh cruell fate Could Mary so her countrey ruinate Guiltlesse shee was but those that made the match Vnder their wings did egges of Serpents hatch Oh now me thinkes I could in dismall blacke Shadow my lookes and neuer wish the light Writing red lines of blood more blacke then blacke The massacres of mans amazing sight After these duskie clouds comes elearest light Mary is dead Elizabeth doth raigne Her conscience cleare no corasiue could staine The losse of Elizabeth FAire Virgin Empresse royall Princely maide Sprung from the Damaske Rose the Roses bud T is true as truth it selfe which men haue saide The end is best though all the meanes be good She was the last and best of Henries blood Henry did well in all excell in this In getting of this Maide our greatest blisse He vanquisht Bolleine and strong Turnus towne And rode in tryumph through the English Pale Placing the Diademe of France that regall Crowne Vpon his sisters temples and withall Made the twelue Peeres to feare their finall fall But what of these if Bullain had not bin We all had liu'd for aye in endles sin Astronomers did dreame and fondly saide That twelue designed signes did rule a Spheare Virgo did guide the earth oh heauenly Maide But now sky-teachers wise men neuer feare To say she is in heauen for sure shee s there Oh she is gone with her our pleasures fled They liu'd in her they dide when she was dead Bright Gem of honor Albions glorious starre The Cynosure of Englands Hemispheare Princessse of peace Cytherian queene of warre Rides through the cloudes on her caelestiall beare Conquering deathes Ebon dart and sharpest speare Fathers of peace put on triumphant weedes A gratious King a gratious Queene succeedes Reasons first founder Natures eldest sonne The Stoikes prince did also erre in this Repugnant natures neuer raigne in one Perfect my griefe more perfect is my blis I smile with ioy yet teares my cheekes do kisse A present salue hath cured a pensiue sore Britaine is now what Britaine was of yore The wandring Brute who sprang from Priams kinde Though artlesse men with their malignant muse Still bearing burning enuie in their minde Britaines first Monarch warlike Brute abuse Of all the Northern world this Isle did chuse With fire and sword he did obtaine his sute With peace and ioy we chuse a second Brute Peace valure learning science hee did bring Thou feare of God whom thou doest onely feare Imperiall Monarche truth and concordes King No champion then did weild his fruitlesse speare No chaine did tye the milde vntamed Beare Saturne then liued no Sinon did amisse All men were free no slaue by Nature is Oh sacred age and blessed times of yore When iust Astraea rul'd this circled plaine Then each man liu'd alike and liu'd withstore No Persian blood did Salamina stayne No Vandals Rome nor Romane gouernd Spayne No Cannas chaunce did cause Saturnia mourne No sencelesse Nero wisht new Troy to burne No Manlius sought a Diademe to gaine No iust Papirius sude for Fabius bloud Claudius as then did not Virginia stayne No Consulls fell at Alias flaming flood Red Charea was not dewde with Fabys blood Albans and Romanes knew no single sight Saffetius did not yeeld to Martius might The vnspotted spowse of martiall Collatine Did not consent to Sextus lawlesse lust Each virgin was ybound with Vestas line Camillus needed not the Ardeans trust Nor Sceuola his hand in flames to thrust But see oh see how age doth follow age VVorse after worse as Actors on a stage Thrice happy Britaine strong vnited Ile Disioynted was by her first monarches fall Then Albanact was slaine by Humbers guile Caesar then conquer'd it who conquered all Hunes Pictes and Danes tryumph't in Britaines fal Vaile sorrowes roabes Ioues father comes againe The golden age begins with Iacobs raigne The Lords great Stuart Albions mightie King Our second Brute like to the morning starre To Englands Court doth light of comfort bring Now Concords boult doth Ianus temple barre Binding in chaines the sternest god of warre Vertue and valour triumph euermore Augustus liues adornd with Crassus store TO THE MAIESTIE OF King Iames Monarch of all Britayne ALl haile great Monarch of the greatest Ile The Northerne worlds vnited lawfull King Pardon my rudest reede vndecent stile Though I want Skill in thy new Empires spring Yet doe I loue and will thy prayses sing Me thinkes I do on Clarps Kingdome stand No maruaile for Apollo rules the land On true obedience knee I pardon aske Of thy diuine heroicke Maiestie It was thy merites great impos'd this taske On my weake pen badge of infirmitie Too weake indeede to prayse thy excellency Each Cherrils muse doth now salute thy grace Shall I alone be mute and hide my face Mar● extold Augustus peacefull daies