yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames altitude must men aspire By noble actions won through sword and fire By trumpets Clangor drums guns flute of fife For as there is an end to euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues
griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
and be Tombd with him together Sonnets 3. FRom two strong Iailes thy corps â—onâ—â— acquitted The one compact of flesh and bloud and bone The other vnrelenting sencelesse stone By God to one by man to one committed I euer did expect a happy time When thou shouldst shake by bondage from thy backer I euer hop'd that thy vnwilling crime Would be forgot and thou secur'd from wracke For this I wish'd and prat'd both day and night I onely aym'd to haue thy body freed But heau'n beyond my reason had decreed Soule body both at once to free thee quite Thou in thy life hast past a world of trouble But death from double Iailes hath freed thee double Sonnet 4. COrruption Incorruption hath put on Immortall weake mortality is made Earths wo hath gain'd a happy heauenly throne By death life dyes by life deaths force doth fade Though death kill life yet life doth conquer death Death but puts off our Rags of shame and â—ine When for a moment's an eternall breath Life passing through the dore of death doth win This thou well knowst my much beloued friend And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst But he much busied could not thee attend Or durst not till thy cares thy heart had burst And then the slaue came stealing like a thiefe And 'gainst his will did giue thy woes reliefe Sonnet 5. THou fortunes foot-ball whom she vs'd to tosse From wrong to wrong from wo to wo againe From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine As 't please the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse But thou vnmou'd with either gaine or losse Nor ioy nor care could vexe they constant braine Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdaine And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme Iust as they are not as they seeme to be Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme And that 's the cause she would not fauour thee Then since such reck'ning she of fooles doth make Would thou hadst beene one for her fauours fake Sonnet 6. T Is written in the euer liuing Word The Rule and Square that men should liue thereby Afflictions are the tuch-stones of the Lord. By which he onely doth his seruants try Then Noble Moray thou hadst many a tuch And still the patience good and currant prou'd Thy manly carriage in thy griefs were such Which made thee more then much admir'd and lou'd What yeer what month week day or fading houre Wherein some mischiefe did thee not befall Yet had Affliction ouer thee no power To conquer thee but thou didst conquer all Vnnumbred times thou wast both toucht and tri'd And in thy Makers feare and fauour dy'd Sonnet 7. VVEep heart weepe eyes weep my vnable pen In teares of blood of water and lake With bread of sorrow and afflictions drinke I liue for I haue lost a man of men Yet heart eyes pen dry vp your teares agen He is not lost he 's rather newly found Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd Then hart eies pen no more with teares be drownd Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer Yet this againe my comfort doth confound Hee 's lost to mee and I shall find him neuer Then weep Muse heart eies pen lament and weepâ— My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe Sonnet 8. SLeepe gentle spirit in Eternall rest Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleepe Whilst I doe vent from my care-crazed brest Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keepâ—â— And let my grones from out that Cauerne deepe With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder And let mine eyes an Inundation weepe Let sighs grones teares make all the world to wonder I meane my little Microcosmo world Sigh stormes grone thunder weep a floud of tearesâ— Through eu'ry part of me let griefe be hurld That whosoeuer my lamenting heares May mone with me the cause of this my Ditty Or if not mone with me vonchsafe to pitty Sonnet 9. SInce cursed fates haue fatally decreed To tosse and tumble harmelesse Innocence And all the crue of hels abortiue breed Haue glutted Enuies maw by lawes defence Yet God whose knowledge knows the least offence Who all things sees with his all-searching eye Doth with his glorious great omnipotence Right wronged wrongs heares his seruants cry His mercie 's not immur'd within the sky But freely he doth powre it downe on earth He with afflictions scourge his sonnes doth try And when he pleases turnes their mone to mirth And though man liues in care and dies in sorrow A heauy euening brings a ioyfull morrow Sonnet 10. WEll hast thou runne in this â—y weary race Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to haÌ„d Th' ast won the Goale and gain'd the blessed Land That 's neither limitted with time or place There thou attendest on the thâ—â—â—â—â—â—e of Grace There Angels and Archangels sweetly sing Eternall praises to th' eternall King And see the glorious brightnesse of his face All this I doubt not but thou wâ—ll hast done Not of thy selfe with shamefull sinne pollated But thy Redeemer hath the coâ—â—iest wonne And vnto thee the victorie's imputed He paid the score and cancell'd all thy bands And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands Sonnet 11. NOw may you theeuing Poets filch and steale Without controlement breaking Priscians pate For he that whilom could your theft reueale Your Criticke and your Hypercriticke late Now may you cog and lye and sweare and prate And make your idle verses lame and halt For by the pow'r of euiternall Fate Hee 's gone that could and would correct each fault But you haue greatest cause to moane his want You sacred heau'nly Sisters three times thrice He from your Gardens could all weeds supplant And replant fruites and flowres of pecrelesse price He kept vnbroke your Numbers Tipes Tropes But now hee 's dead dead are your onely hopes Sonnet 12. AS Solon to rich haplesse Croesus said No man is happy till his life doth end The proofe in thee so piainly is displaid As if he thy Natiuity had kend What mortall miseries could mischiefe send But thou therein hast had a treble share As if Calamities their powers should bend To make thy Corps a treasure-house of care Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare And valiantly 'gainst stormes of woe resisted Loue of the world they minde could not insnare Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted And as old Solon said so I agree Death makes men happy as it hath done thee Sonnet 13. NO 〈…〉 Trophee Vertue needes And good report a marble Tombe out-weares â—â—â—â—â— plaies the Herald proclaimes mens deeds Her Trumps Thrill sound the spacious world heares And such an vniuersall Tombe hast thou Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tongs Thy liuing merit doth thy name allow A Monument for euer which belongs To none but such as whilom was thy selfe Who vs'd the world as if they vs'd it not And did
Steward be Which at the last the Lord shall faithfull finde Heart tongue or eyes cannot thinke speake or see The glory that to him shall be assignde He shall out-passe the Angells in degree He shall out-shine all Starres that euer shinde He shall for euer and for euer sing Eternall prayses to his God and King 85 Vnto which God the Father first and last Whose goodnes all conseru's preseru's and seeds To God the Sonne whose merits downe hath cast Sinne death and hell due vnto sinners meeds To thee O Holy Ghost that euer wast The blessing that from Sire and Sonne proceeds And to the vn-deuided Three in One All Power and Praise and Glory be alone FINIS TO THE TRVELY VVORTHY AND RIGHT HONOVRABLE IOHN MORAY L. VISCOVNT ANNAN EARLE OF Annandale one of the Gentlemen of his Maiesties Royall Bed-chamber Earths Honours and Heauens happinesse THis Booke Good Sir the issue of my braine Though farre vnworthy of your worthy view Yet I in duty offer it to you In hope you Gently it will entertaine And though the Method and the Phrase be plaine Not Artlike writ as to the stile is due Yet is it voyde of any thing vntrue And truth I know your fauour shall obtaine The many fauours I from you haue had Hath forc'd me thus to shew my thankefull minde And of all faults I know no vice so bad And hatefull as ingratefully inclinde A thankefull Heart is all a poore mans pelfe Which with this Booke I giue your Worthy Selfe Your Worships euer most obliged IOHN TAYLOR THE SEVERALL SIEGES ASSAVLTS SACKINGS AND FINALL DESTRVCTION OF the Famous Ancient and memorable Citty of IERVSALEM THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of heau'ns inst mercifull Almighty KING By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made al protected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice flame Who was is shall be One and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for himselfe made Man Made not begotten or of humane birth No Sire but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne'r knew Childhood of the â—ucking teate But at the first was made a man compleat Whose inward Soule in God-like forme did shine As Image of the Maiestie Diuine Whose supernaturall wisedome beyond Nature Did name each sensible and sencelesse creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung euery Kindred Kingdome Tribe and Nation All people then one language spake alone Interpreters the world then needed none There liued then no learned deepe Grammarians There were no Turkes no Scythians no Tartarians Then all was one and one was onely all The language of the vniuersall Ball. Then if a Traueller had gone as farre As from the Artick to th' Antartick starre If he from Boreas vnto Auster went Or from the Orient to th' Occident Which way soeuer he did â—â—â— or minde He had beene sure his Country-man to find One hundred thirty winters since the Flood The Earth one onely language vnderstood Vntill the sonne of Cush the sonne of Cham A proud cloud-scaling Towre began to frame Trusting that if the world againe were drown'd He in his lofty building might rest sound All future Floods he purposd to preuent Aspiring to Heau'ns glorious Battlement But high Iehouah with a puff was able To make ambitious Babel out a bable For what is man that he should dare resist The great Almighties pow'r who in his fist Doth gripe Eternity and when he please Can make and vnmake Heau'n and Earth Seas For in their expectation of conclusion He plag'd them all with sundry Tongues confusion Such Gibrish Gibble Gabble all did tangle Some laugh some fret all prate all diffring wrangle One calls in Hebrew to his working Mate And he in Welch Glough wheâ— Comrage doth prate Another gapes in English or in Scotch And they are answer'd in the French or Dutch Caldaicke Syriacke and Arabian Greeke Latine Tuscan and Armenian The Transiluaniae and Hungarian The Persian and the rude Barbarian All these and diuers more then I can number Misunderstanding tongues did there incumber Thus he that sits in Heau'n their plots derided And in their height of pride their tongues deuided For in this sudden vnexpected chang The wife and husband Sire and sonne were strange The Brother could not vnderstand the Brother The Daughter stands amazed at her Mother By euery one a seuerall part is acted And each vnto the other seemesdistracted Thus by the iustice of the Lord of Hosts Each seuerall tongue was driu'n to seuerall coasts And GOD peculiar to himselfe did chuse His most beloued yet hard-hearted Iewes Iehouahs honor with them then did dwetl His name was onely knowne in Israel Salem his habitation was of yore In Sion men his Glory did adore Th' Eternall Trine and Trine Eternall One In Iury then was called on alone The sonnes of Heber were the adopted stocke Gods onely Chosen holy sacred Flocke Amongst all Nations them he onely lik'd And for his owne vse them he culd and pik'd Them his sin-killing sauing word he gaue T' instruct them what condemn'd and what would saue To them he gaue his word his Couenants band His Patriarks his Prophets and his hand Did blesse defend instruct correct and guide The Iewes and no one Nation else beside For them a world of wonders hath he done To them he sent his best begotten Sonne On them a Land he freely did bestow Where milke and hony plentiously did flow With them he was till they from him did turne And wilfully against his blessings spurne All heau'nly earthly Soules or Bodies good They lack'd no temp'rall or eternall food His Temple builded in Ierusalem Where he had daily sacrifice from them Where though their seruice was defect and lame Th' Almighties mercy did accept the same For though Mans sin is great God hath decreed To take his best endeuour for a deed And whilst they in his loue and feare abode They were his people he their gracious God But when impieties began to breed And ouergrow old Iacobs sacred seed When they from good to bad began to fall From ill to worse from worst to worst of all When Gods great mercies could not them allure And his sharp threatnings could not them procure When each ones body was vnto the soule A lothsome Dungeon to a prisoner foule When sin al shamelesse the whole Land o'rspreads Then God threw dreadful vengeance on their heads And for their heynous heaping sin on sin Ierusalem hath oft assaulted bin First Shishak Egypts King with might and maine Made hauock there in Rehoboams Raigne The Citty Temple Golden vessels Shielas All as a prey to the Egyptians yeelds Next loas came the King of Israel In Amaziahs dayes with fury fell He brought Iudea to Samariaes thrall King Kingdome Princes Peeres and people all Then thirdly Rezin King of Aram came In Abaz time with sword and furious flame Th' Assyrian great Zonach'rib was
tire Prouision in a moment spoyld and wasted Which kept might well for many yeeres haue lasted Then Famine like a Tyrant roames and rages Makes faint yet furious hauock of all ages The rich the poore the old the young all dyes All staru'd and fleshlesse bare Anatomies This was a plague of plagues a woe of woes On euery side their death did them inclose But yet the manner how to lose their breaths Did more torment them then an host of deaths To sally forth the Romanes shed their blood To stay within they starue for want of food And if they would goe forth the gates were shut And if they staid within their throats were cut That if they stay or goe or goe or stay Th' are sure to meet destruction euery way But of all torments hunger is the worst For through the stony walls they say 't will burst These people with warre woe and want beset Did striue how they might to the Romanes get They hopde to finde more mercy in their swords Then their still-dying famisht state affords Mans wit is sharpest when he is opprest And wisedome amongst euils likes the least They knew Vespasian for a Noble foe And one that did not glory in their woe They thought it best his â—lemency to try And not immurde with hungry famine dye Resolued thus dispairing in their hopes A number slyding downe the walls with ropes Fled vnto Tytus who bemoand their case Relieuing them and tooke them to his Grace Thus forty thousand neere with famine strau'd Were all vnhop'd for by their fâ—â—s preseru'd The Cittie Soldiers search'd each house to see Where any victuals might conuayed be And if they any found they thought it fit To beat the owners for concealing it But if they saw a man looke plumpe and fat His throat they presently would cut for that They thought him too much pampered too well fed And to saue meat and drinke they strike him dead Some men and women Rich and Nobly borne Graue all they had for one poore strike of corne And hid themselues and it below the ground In some close vault they â—at the same vn-ground If any could get flesh they eat it raw The stronger still the weakest ouer-awe For hunger banisht naturall respect It made the husband his owne wife reiect The wife doth snatch the meat from out his hand Which would and should hir loue and life coÌ„mand All pitty from the Mother was exilde She teares and takes the victuals from her Childe The Childe doth with the Parents play the thiefe Steales all their food and lets them pine in griefe Nor Free or Bond-man Fathers nor yet Mothers Wiues Husbands seruants masters sisters brothers Propinquitie or strong Affinitie Nor all the rights of Consanguinitie No Law or Rule or Reason could beare sway Where strength coÌ„mands there weaknes must obey The pining seruant will no master know The son his father will no duty show The Commons did no Magistrate regard Each one for one and but for one he carde Disordred like the cart before the horse All reu'rence and respect did yeeld to force These Miscreants with vigilance all watch'd Where they could see a doore or lock'd or latch'd There they supposd the people were at meat And in their outrage ope the doores they beat Where entring if they found them feeding fast From out their throats they teare the meat in haste Halfe eaten halfe vneaten they constraine The wretched people cast it vp againe They halde them by the eares the house about To force them bring supposed victuals out Some by the thumbs hang'd vp some by the toes Some prick'd with bodkins some with many blows Tormented were to force them to reueale Meat when they had not any to conceale Now all was fish that fell into the net And all was food that fraud or force could get Grasse hay barke leaues of trees and Dogs and Cats Toads frogs wormes snailes flies maggots mice and rats All filthy stinking and contagious rootes The couer of their Coaches shooes and bootes All vermine and the dung of fowles and beasts Were these poore wretches miserable feasts Things loathsome to be nam'd in time of plenty Amongst the fâ—am'd distressed Iewes were dainty This famine ran beyond all Natures bounds All motherly affection it confounds No blood or birth with it compassion won It forc'd a Woman kill her onely Son She rip'd him and dis-ioynted lim from lim She drest she boyld she broyld and rosted him She eat him she inter'd him in her wombe She made his births place his vntimely tombe From her by Nature did his life proceed On him vnnaturall she her selfe did seed He was her flesh her sinews bones and blood She eating him herselfe herselfe made food No wee her miserie can equallize No griefe can match her sad calamities The Soldiers smelt the meat and straight assemble Which wheÌ„ they saw with horror made theÌ„ treÌ„ble Each one with staring haire and ghastly looke Affrighted and amaz'd the house forsooke This horride action quickly ouercame These men whom force of man could neuer tame Thou that dost liue like to a fatted Brawne And cramst thy guts as long as thou canst yawne Thou that dost eat and drinke away thy time Accounting Gluttony a God no Crime Thou must haue Fowle as high as heau'n that pearc'd And hast the bowels of the Ocean search'd And from all places neere so farre reâ—ote Hast dainties for thy all-deuouring throat Whose pamperd paunch ne'r leaues to feed quaff Till it be made a Hogs trogh fill'd with draff Thinke on Ierusalem amidst thy Riot Perhaps 't will moue thee to a temp'rate diet And you braue Dames adorn'd with Iems Iewels That must haue Cawdles Cullisses and Grewels Conserâ—'s and Marchpanes made in sundry shapes As Castles Towres Horses Beares and Apes You whom no Cherries like your lick rish tooth But they must be a Pound a pound forsooth Thinke on Ierusalem amidst you glory And then you 'le be lesse dainty and more sorry What there auaild their beauty strength or riches Three things which all the spacious world bewitches Authoritie and Honor help'd them not Wrong trod downe Right and Iustice was forgot Their greatest chiefest only earthly good Was 't was no matter how they gâ—t it Food One little piece of bread they reckond more Then erst they did of bags of Gold before One scrap which full fed corps away doe â—ling With them had bin a ransom for a Kin. The lothsome garbadge which our Dogs refuse Had bin a dish of state amongst the Iewes Whilst Famine playd the Tyrant thus within The Romane Army striu'd the walls to win Their Enginers their Pioners and all Did mine and â—atter and assault the wall Ierusalem had three strong walls of stone And long 't was ere the Romans could get one The dearth and death of sword and famine spred The streets that liuing trod vpon the dead And many great mens houses full were fill'd With carkases which
the seditious kill'd That with the stench of bodies putrifide A number numberles of people dyde And buriall to the dead they yeelded not But where they fell they let them stinke and rot That plague and sword and famine all three stroue Which should most bodies froÌ„ their soules remoue Vnsensible of one anothers woes The Soldiers then the liueles corpses throwes By hundreds and by thousands o're the walls Which when the Romans saw their dismall falls They told to Titus which when he perceiu'd He wept and vp t'ward heau'n his hands he heau'd And called on GOD to witnes with him this These slaughters were no thought or fault of his Those wretches that could scape from out the City Amongst their foes found â—oth reliefe and pity If the seditious any catch that fled Without remorse they straitway strook him dead Another misery I must vnfold A many Iewes had swallow'd store of gold Which they supposd should help them in their need But from this treasure did their â—aâ—e proceed For being by their en'mies fed and cherisht The gold was cause that many of them perisht Amongst them all one poore vnhappy creature Went priuatly to doe the need of Nature And in his Ordure for the Gold did looke Where being by the straggling soldiers tooke They ript him vp and searcht his maw to finde What Gold or Treasure there remain'd behind In this sort whilst the soldiers gap'd for gaine Was many a man and woman ript and slaine In some they found gold and in many none For had they gold or not gold all was one They were vnboweld by the barb'rous foe And search'd if they had any gold or no. But now my Story briefly to conclude Vespasians forces had the walls subdude And his triumphant Banner was displaide Amidst the streets which made the Iewes dismaid Who desp'rate to the Temple did retire Which with vngodly hands they set on fire Whilst Noble Titus with exceeding care Entreated them they would their Temple spare Oh saue that house quoth he ô quench oh slake And I will spare you for that Houses sake Oh let not after-times report a Storie That you haue burnt the worlds vnmatched glory For your owne sakes your children and your wiues If you doe looke for pardon for your liues If you expect grace from Vespasians hand Then saue your Temple Titus doth command The Iewes with hearts hard offred mercy heard But neither mercy or themselues regard They burnd and in their madnes did confound King Salomons great Temple to the ground That Temple which did thirty millions cost Was in a moment all consum'd and lost The blest Sanctum Sanctorum holiest place Blest oft with high Iehouahs sacred Grace Where at one offring as the Text sayes plaine Were two and twenty thousand Oxen slaine One hundred twenty thousand Sheepe beside At the same time for an oblation dide That house of God which raignes aboue the thunder Whose glorious fame made all the world to woÌ„der Was burnt and ransackt spight of humane aide And leuell with the lowly ground was laid Which when Vespasian and young Titus saw They cride kill kill vse speed and marshall Lavv The Roman soldiers then inspirde with rage Spard none slew all respect no sex or age The streets were drowned in a purple flood And slaughterd carcasses did swim in blood They slew whilst there were any left to slay The ablest men for slaues they bare away Iohn Simon and Eleazer wicked fiends As they deseru'd were brought to violent ends And from the time the Romanes did begin The siege vntill they did the Citty win Sedition sword fire famine all depriues Eleuen hundred thousand of their liues Besides one hundred thousand at the least Were tane and sold as each had beene a beast And from the time it was at first erected Till by the Remanes it was last deiected It stood as it in histories appeares Twenty one hundred seuenty and nine yeeres But yet ere God his vengeance downe did throw What strange prodigious wonders did he show As warnings how they should destruction shun And cause them to repent for deeds misdon First the Firmament Th' offended Lord Shewd them a Comet like a fiery sword The Temple and the Altar diuers nights Were all enuiron'd with bright burning lights And in the middest of the Temple there Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lambe did beare The Temples brazen gate no bolts restraine But of it selfe it open flew amaine Arm'd Men and Chariots in the Ayre assembled The pondrous Earth affrighted quak'd trembled A voyce cride in the Temple to this sence Let vs depart let vs depart from hence These supernat'rall accidents in summe Foretold some fearefull iudgement was to come But yet the Iewes accounted them as toyes Or scarcrow buggâ—beares to fright wanton â—oyes Secure they reuell'd in Ierusalem They thought these signes against their foes not them But yet when â—â—â—â— and death had all perform'd When ruine spoyle furious flames had storm'd Who then the desolated place had seene Would not haue knowne there had a Citty beene Thus Iuda and Ierusalem all fell Thus was fulfill'd what Christ did once foretell Sad deseletion all their ioyes bereft And one stone on another was not left FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE AND TRVELY VER I VOVS LADY and Noble Patronesse of good endeauours MARY Countesse of BVCKINGHAM Right Honourable Madame AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are emblem'd or alluded to your Noble sex and as all these haue ample residence in your worthy disposition To whom then but to your selfe being a Lady in goodnesse compleat should I commit the patronage of the memory of the great Lady of Ladies Mother to the High and Mighty Lord of Lords And though I a Taylor haue not apparell'd her in such garments of elocution and ornated stile as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency yet I beseech your Honor to accepther for your owne worth and her Sonnes worthinesse which Son of hers by his owne merits and the powerfull mercy of his Father I heartily implore to giue your Honour a participation of his gracious Mothers eternall felicity Your Honours in all humble seruice to be commanded IOHN TAYLOR The Argument and cause of this Poem BEing lately in Antwerpe it was my fortune to ouerlooke an old printed booke in prose which I haue turned into verse of the life death and buriall of our blessed Lady wherein I read many things worthy of obseruation and many things friuolous and impertinent out of which I haue like a Bee suckt the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures and Fathers which I best credited and I haue left the poyson of Antichristianisme to those where I found it whose stomackes can better digest it I haue put it to the Presse presuming it shall be accepted of Pious Protestants and charitable Catholikes as for luke-warme Nutarlists that are neither hot nor cold they doe offend my appetite and
pleasure And put repentance off to our last leasure To shew vs though we liu'd like Iewes and Turkes Yet Gods great mercy is aboue his workes To warne vs not presume or to despaire Here 's good example in this theeuing paire These seas of care with zealous fortitude This Virgin past among the multitude Oh gracious patterne of a sex so bad Oh the supernall patience that she had Her zeale her constancy her truth her loue The very best of women her doth proue Maids wiues and mothers all conforme your liues To hers the best of women maides or wiues But as her Sonnes death made her woes abound His resurrection all griefe did confound She saw him vanquish't and inglorious And after saw him Victor most victorious She saw him in contempt to lose his breath And after that she saw him conquer death She saw him blest a cursed death to dye And after saw him rise triumphantly Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most Ioy doubly did returne for gladnesse lost And as before her torments tyranniz'd Her ioy could after not be equalliz'd Her Sonnes all-wondred resurrection Her Sauiours glorious ascension And last the Holy Ghost from heauen sent downe These mighty mercies all her ioyes did crowne Suppose a man that were exceeding poore Had got a thousand tunnes of golden ore How would his heart be lifted vp with mirth As this great masse of treasure most part earth But to be rob'd of all in 's height of glory Would not this lucklesse man be much more sory Then euer he was glad for in the minde Griefe more then ioy doth most abiding finde But then suppose that after all this lâ—sse The gold is well refined from the dresse And as the poore man doth his losse complaine His weath more pure should be relâ—â— againe Amidst his passions in this great reliefe I doubt not but his ioy would conquer griefe Euen so our bressed Lady hauing lost Her ioy her lewell she esteemed most Her all in all the heau'n and earths whole treasure Her gracious heart was grieued out of measure But when she found him in triumphant state No tongue or pen her ioy cou'd then relate She lost him poore and â—are and dead and cold She found him rich most glâ—â—â— to behold She lost him when vpon his backe was hurld The burthen of the sinnes of all the World She lost him mortall and immortall found him For crown of thorns a crown of glory crownd him Thus all her griefes her losse her cares and paine Return'd with ioyes inestimable gaine But now a true relation I will make How this blest Virgin did the world forsake 'T is probable that as our Sauiour bid Saint Iohn to take her home that so he did And it may be suppos'd she did abide With him and in his house vntill she dide Iohn did out-liue th'Apostles euery one For when Domitian held th' Imperiall Throne To th'Ile of Pathmos he was banisht then And there the Reuelation he did pen But whilst Iohn at Ierusalem did stay God tooke the blessed Virgins life away For after Christs Ascension it appeares She on the earth suruiued fifteene yeeres Full sixty three in all she did endure A sad glad pilgrimage a life most pure At sixty three yeeres age her life did fade Her soule most gracious was most glorious made Where with her Son her Sauiour her Lord God She euerlastingly hath her abode In such fruition of immortall glory Which cannot be describ'd in mortall story There mounted meelâ—e she sits in Maiesty Exalted there is her humility There she that was adorned full of Grace Beheld her Maker and Redeemers face And there she is amongst all blessed spirits By imputation of our Sauiours merits She there shall euer and for euer sing Eternall praise vnto th' Eternall King When she had paid the debt that all must pay When from her corps her soule was past away To Gethsemany with lamenting cheare Her sacred body on the Beere they beare There in the earth a Iewell was inter'd That was before all earthly wights prefer'd That Holy wife that Mother that pure Maid At Gethsemany in her graue was laid LENVOY This worke deserues the worke of better wit But I like Pilate say What 's writ is writ If it be lik'd poore artlesse I am glad And Charity I hope will mend what 's bad I know my selfe the meanest amongst men The most vnlearnedst that e'r handled pen But as it is into the world I send it And therefore pray commend it or come to end it FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WORTHY and Learned Gentleman S r. THOMAS Richardson Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of his Maiesties Court of Common Pleas and Speaker in the High Court of PARLIAMENT c. A double Anagramme THOMAS RICHARDSON AS MAN HONORDE CHRIT SO CHRIST HONERD A MAN YOur name includes that As Man honorde Christ So God againe through Christ honord a Man For if Man truely honor the most High'st Then Christ to honor Man both will and can Right Worthy Lord this in your name is true You honor Christ and Christ hath honord you RIGHT HONOVRABLE BVt that I am assured that your Noble disposition in all parts is sutable to the inside of this Booke I should neuer haue dared to Dedicate it to your Patronage for as it is a Diuine Poem so haâ—â— your Worship a religious heart As it hath an honest intention so haue you a brest euer full of â—â—â— thoughts which bring forth worthy actions as it is a whip or Scourge against all sorts of priat so hâ—â—e you euer beene an vfaigned louer of Courteous humanity and humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plaine to be pleased to giue it fauourable entertainment for the honesty that is in it and the dutifull affection of the Author Who is most obsequiously obliged to your Honour IOHN TAYLOR TO NO MATTER VVHO NO GREAT MATTER VVHERE YET TO BE READ THERE IS MATTER WHY ALTHOVGH NOT MVCH MATTER WHEN IT is no matter in whose hands or censure this my Superibae Flagellum or Whipping or Stripping of Pride fall into If it come into the view of true Nobility or Gentry I know it will be charitably accepted If into the hands of degenerate yongsters that esteeme Pride more then all the Liberall Sciences who account the foure Cardinall vertues inferiour to their owne carnall vices such a one will put me off with a scornefull tush a pish or a mew and commit my Booke to the protection of Ajax If a wise man reade it I know it will be discreetly censur'd if a Foole his Bolt is soone shot and I am arm'd against it if a Learned man peruse it he will beare with my bad Schollership if an vnlearned I care not for his opinion if a man of knowledge view it he will pardon my ignorance if an ignorant Asse see it he will bray out his owne if an honest rich man spy it he will be
â—â—â— charge of physicke or of being sicke Besides the word Hang is so much in vse That few or none will take 't as an abuse â—â—â— doth a great mans kindnesse much approue When he shall bid a man Behang'd in loue And with some men 't is common courtesie To say Farewell be hang'd that 's twice God bwy The pictures the dearest friends we haue Although their corps are rotten in the graue We hang them for a reuerend memory To vs and vnto our posterity â—â— hang their wiues in picture which haue cause To hang their persons wer 't not for the lawes â—â—â— hang their heires in pictures who would faine With their good fathers hang'd their lands to gaine â—â—â— oft haue seene good garments for mens wearing Haue very thrifily beene hang'd to ayring And I have seen those garments like good fellows Hang kindly with their master at the Gallowse â—â—â— then in to the Hangmans Wardrobe drop Haue beene againe hang'd in a Broakers shop Which after by a Cut purse bought might be And make another iourney to the Tree Twixt which and twixt the Broaker it might goe Or ride some twelue or thirteene times or moe Thus th'hangmans haruest and the Brokers grow They reape the crop which sin and shame doth sow There are rich Hangings made of Tapestrie Of Arras and of braue embrodery Those are for Princes and for men of worth T' adorne their roomes and set their greatnes forth But as dead bones in painted Tombes doe bide These b If all traitors hypocrites flatterers extortioners oppressours bribetakers cheaters panders bawds c. were hang'd vp in the woods on seuerall trees there is no Arras or Tapestry can grace and adorne a Princes Court as those Hangings could become a Common-wealth Hangings filthy rotten wals doe hide A Harts-horne to a post fast nailed on Serues well for men to hang their hats vpon But if they knew their heads would serue the turne They would not shift their hats from horne to horn Mens swords in Hangers Hang fast by their side Their Stirrops Hang when as they vse to ride Our Conies and our Deere are Hang'd in toiles Our meat hangs o'r the fire when as it boiles Our light Hangs in the Lanthorne all men fees Our fruit wee eat was hang'd vpon the trees Signes hang on posts shew whereas tradsmen dwels In steeples all men know are Hang'd the Bels The scales or ballance hangs where things are weigh'd Goods Hang'd in Craines that 's in or out conuei'd Yards failes sheets tacks lists caskets bolins braces Are fitly hang'd in their conuenient places The compasse that directs where windes doe blow Is Hang'd vpon the Needles point we know In stately buildings Timbet Lead and Stone Are Hang'd and hoist or Buildings would be none c Here is an army of Hangings Our Maps where in the world described be Are all Hang'd vp against the wals we see Our Cazements Hang as they doe ope and shut Our Curtaines Hang which bout our beds we put Our Hogs are Hang'd else Bacon we might looke Doores Hang on hinges or I am mistooke And many a trusty Padlocke Hangs no doubt To let in honest men and keepe knaues out Sea-Cabins Hang where poore men sleepe and rest Our Clokes Hang on our backs 't is manifest The Viall Citterne the Bandore and Lute Are cas'd or vncas'd all Hang'd vp and mute Our Linnen being wash'd must Hang to dry Or else Lice will Hang on and multiply Thus Hanging 's beneficiall to all States Whilst Gods dread curse Hangs o'r the reprobates And as for those that take my lines amis And will be pleas'd to be displeas'd with this For groats a piece nay lesse for three pence either I 'll giue them all leaue to be Hang'd together Since Hanging then is prou'd so naturall So beneficiall so generall So apt so necessary and so fit Our reason tels vs we should honour it It is a good mans life and 't is their death That rob and rifle men of goods and breath This kind of Hanging all offences ends From which God euer blesse me and my friends I from the Hangman this conclusion draw He is the fatall period of the Law If thieues or traytors into mischiefe runne If he haue done with them then they hane done 'T is often seene that many haplesse men Haue beene condemn'd and iudg'd reprieu'd agen And pardon'd haue committed new transgressions And in againe oft many a Size and Sessions When many warnings mend them not therefore The Hangman warnes them they offend no more Hee 's the Catastrophe and Epilogue Of many of the desperate Catalogue And he is one that cannot wanted be But still God keepe him farre enough from me THE DESCRIPTION OF TYBVRNE I Haue heard sundry men oft times dispute Of trees that in one yeere will twice beare fruit But if a man note Tyburne will appeare That that 's a tree that beares twelue times a yeere I muse it should so fruitfull be for why I vnderstand the root of it is dry It beares no leafe no blossome or no bud The raine that makes it fructifie is bloud I further note the fruit which it produces Doth seldome serue for profitable vses Except the skilfull Surgions industry Doe make Defection or Anatomy It blossomes buds and beares all three together And in one houre doth liue and die and wither Like Sodom Apples they are in conceit For touch'd they turne to dust and ashes streight Besides I find this tree hath neuer bin Like other fruit trees wall'd or hedged in But in the high-way standing many a yeere It neuer yet was rob'd as I could heart The reason is apparent to our eyes That what it beares are dead commodities And yet sometimes such grace to it is giuen The dying fruit is well prepar'd for heauen And many times a man may gather thence Remorse deuotion and true penitence And from that tree I thinke more soules ascend To that Coelestiall ioy which ne'r shall end I say more soules from thence to heau'n doe come Than from all * Except Pauls Churchyard and Saint Gregories where â—â—ny inhabitants are dwelling as Drapers Stationers â—â—â— Trunk and â—ragic all blacke Bottle-makers who now and thâ—â— doe dye there whom I doe verily beleeue haue soules â—â—â— except the Close at Salisbury with all Cathedrall Churchyards and others where any body dwels if it be but a Summer â—â—â— Sexton Church-yards throughout Christendome The reason is the bodies all are dead And all the soules to ioy or woe are fled Perhaps a weeke a day or two or three Before they in the Church-yards buried bee But at this Tree in twinkling of an eye The soule and body part immediatly There death the fatall parting blow doth strike And in Church-yards is seldome seene the like Besides they are assisted with the almes Of peoples charitable prayers and Psalmes Which are the wings that lift the hou'ring spirit By faith through grace true glory to inherit Concerning this
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire Which though men cannot praise enough adutire Sonnet 7. The Map of misery LIke to the stone that 's cast in deepest wane That rests not till the bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight his heart Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad With insides merry and with outsides sad What though by daily grinding of the poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
was kil'd by a Deere his son K. William Rusus kil'd for a Deer Henry his grandchilde strucke into the iawes with a bough and hanged so till he was found dead Neuerthlesse he built many Abbies Priories Garisons Houses and Caslles amongst the which the Towre of London was one He died at Roane 1087 September 9. he was not onely robd and risted of all his goods and Kingly ornaments and riches but barbarously stripped and left naked on the floore not hauing any one to attend his carcasse but for saken of all Such is the frailty and misery of earthly greatnesse Lastly he had much adoe to get a graue which in the end with great difficulty was purchased for him at Cane in Normandy WILLIAM THE IJ Surnamed RVFVS KING OF ENGLAND And DVKE OF NORMANDY VVHat my triumphant Father wan I held I pill'd poll'd this Kingdom more then he Great Tributes from my people I compeld No place in Church or Common-wealth was freee But alwaies those that would giue most to me Obtain'd their purpose being wrong or right The Clergy I enforced to agree To sell Church-plate and Chalices out-right Vntill at last by the Almighties might My Kingly power and force was forcelesse made My glorious pompe that seem'd t'eclips mens sight Did vanish by a glance by chance and fade For hunting in new-forrest voyd of feare A Subiect flew me shooting at Decre Anno 1087. September 26. being Sunday William the second surnamed Rufus by â—â— son of his ruddy or red colour was crowned at Westminster by Lanfrank Archbishop of Canâ—â—terbury his elder brother Robert being Duke â—â— Normandy who likewise claimed the Crowne â—â— he was pacified with the mediation of the friends â—â— William and the promise of 3000 markes a yeere â— Robert departed this Land after is had beene â—â— wasted with their contentions Then after little breathing time the Welsh arose in Armes and Malcolme King of Scots Inuaded England burning and spolying as farre as Chester â—â— soone as the peace was made betwixt the King William and Malcolme the two brothers William and Robert sell at oddes again and again are appeased After that Malcolme King of Scoâ—â—â— made an inroad into England againe whom Roâ—bert Moubray Earle of Northumberland lyâ—â— in ambush suddenly slew in which action Edwâ—â— King Malcolms sonne likewise was slaine Afâ—â— which the third time the 2 brothers Robert â—â— William sell againe at variance and after â—â— trouble are againe reconciled Then Duke Robertâ—â— goeth to Ierusalem and conquers it In the yeere 1099. the Schisme began there beeing 2 Popes â— at Rome the other at Auigniou in France The K. William was as valiant a prince as the warâ— yeelded and a great opposer of the indirect coursâ—â— the see of Rome Many fearefull things happened in his reigne as earthquakes dreadfull lightning and Apparitions Blazing Commets in strangeâ— gures Inundations Deluges to the destruction is people and much land ouerwhelmed with theâ—neuer to be recouered amongst the which â—â— Goodwins lands were drowned and are now câ—â—â— Goodwin sands At Finchamsted in Barkinâ— there was a Well of blood which flowed 15 dayes When this King had reigned neere 13 years he was vnfortunately slaine by a French Knight S t Water Tirrell and brought to Winchester in a Câ—liers cart and there buried Anno 1100 Angâ—â—â— HENRY THE FIRST Surnamed BEAVCLARKE KING OF ENGLAND And DVKE OF NORMANDY MY Father and my Brother Kings both gone With acclamations Royall I was crown'd Had hauing gain'd the Scepter and the Throne I with the name of Beauclarke was renown'd The English Lawes long lost I did refound False waights and measures I corrected true The power of Wales in fight I did confound And Normandy my valour did subdue Yet I vnmindfull whence these glories grew My eldest Brother Robert did surprise Detain'd him and vsurp'd his Royall due And most vnnat ' rally pluckt out his eyes Kings liue like Gods but yet like men they dye All must pay Natures due and to did I. Anno 1100. August I Wednesday Henry the I a Prince of incomparable wisdom learning for which indowments he was surnamed Beauclark he mollified the seuentty of his Father and brother lawes he cashierd and punished all flatrers parasites froÌ„ his Court but his elder brother Robert Duke of Normandy hearing of the death of his brother Rufus makes haste from is Conquest and Kingdome of Ierusalem if hee had pleased and comming into England landed at Portsmouth claiming the Crowne but by aduice of the Nobles on either part it was agreed that King Henry should pay vnto Duke Robert 3000 markes yeerely but by the instigation of some discontented persons the two brothers disagree againe and in the fift yeere of King Henry Duke Robert landed in England again then there was a â—ayned peace made between them which in the 7 yeere of this king was broken and in the 8 yeere King Henry tooke his brother Duke Robert and caused his eyes to be put out Thus iust the same day forty yeers that the Duke of Normandy conquered England that very day did this Henry the first King of England conquer Normandy Henry the fourth Emperour of Germany marryed Maude the Daughter of king Henry This King was the first thai ordained the High court of Parliament In the yeare 1020. Prince William the sonne of king Henry of the age of 17 crossing the Seas from France towards England with his wife the Duke of Anious daughter and his sister Maud the Lady Lucy a Neece of the Kings the Earle of Chester with diuers other Noblemen Ladies and others to the number of 160 were all most miserably drown'd not any of them saued but a poor Butcher The king hauing no children left but his daughter Maude the Empresse The Emperor her Husband beeing dead she came into England to whom the king her father caused his Nobles to sweare allegeance as to his lawfull heire after his decease which Empresse after was married to Ieffrie Plantagenet Earle of Aniou The King after many troubles with the French Welsh Scots and Englsih with forraigne and Ciuill warres vnfortunate and vntimely losse of children and friends after 35 yeeres reigns he dyed at Saint Dennis in Normandy whose corpes were brought into England and buried at Reding 1135. STEPHEN KING OF ENGLAND AND DVKE OF NORMANDY BY wrested Titles and vsurping claime Through storms tempests of tumultuous wars The Crowne my fairest marke and foulest ayme I wonne and wore beleaguerd round with iars The English Scots and Normans all prepares Their powers exposing to oppose my powers Whilst this land ladeo and o'rwhelm'd with cares Fndures whilst war wo want and death deuoures But as yeers months weeks days decline by houres Houres into minutes minutes into nought My painfull pompe decai'd like fading flowers And vnto nought was my Ambition brought Thus is the state of transitory things Ther 's nothing can be permanent with Kings Anno 1135. December 26. Munday On Saint Stephens
bent Seuere in throats and milde in punishment His iustice would condemne and in a breath His mercy sau'd whom iustice doom'd to death His aduersaries he did ofe relieue And his reuenge was onely to forgiue He knew that well got honour nere shall die But make men liue vnto eternitie It as his greatest riches he esteem'd And Infamy he basest begg'ry deem'd He knew through worthy spirits may be croft Yet if they lose no honour nothing's lost And those that haue afraid of enuy bin True honour or good fame did neuer win If he an auaritioâ—s mind had bore Of wealth no subiect then had had such store So many yeeres Englands high Admirall Fees offices and prizes that did fall With gifts and fauors from the queene and State And other things amounting to a rate That had he beene a mixer close of hand No subiect had beene richer in this Land In deeds of pitty and ture charity Good house-keeping and hospitality Bounty and courteous affability He was the Brooch of true Nobility And for these vertues men shall scarcely find That he a fellow here hath left behind He knew that Auarice and Honour be Two contraries that neuer will agree And that the Spender shall haue true renowne When infamy the Mizers fame shall drowne He euery way most nobly was inclin'd And lou'd no wealth but riches of the mind His Pleasure was that those that did retaine To him and serue should by him thriue and gainâ— And he thought t' was enough for him to haue When as his seruants did both get and saue So amongst Nobles I think few are such That keepes so little giues away so much His latest VVill did make it plaine appeare The loue which to his seruants he did beare To great and small amongst them more or lesse His bounty did expresse his worthynesse To all degrees that seru'd him euery one His liberality excepted none And though base Enuy often at him strooke His fortitude was like a Rocke vnshooke He knew that Fortunes changing was not strange Times variation could not make him change The frothy pompe of Earths Prosperity Nor enuious clouds of sad aduersity Within his minde could no mutation strike His courage and his carriage were alike For when base Peasants shrinke at fortunes blowes Then magnimity most richly showes His grauity was in his life exprest His good example made it manifest His age did no way make his vertue liue But vertue to his age did honour giue So that the loue he wan t is vnderstood T was not for being old but being good Thus like a pollish'd Iewell ' mongst his Peers His vertue shin'd more brighter then his yeers For Wisdome euer this account doth make To loue age onely but for vertues sake Neere ninety yeeres an honoured life he led And honour 's his reward aliue and dead For who so nobly heer his life doth frame Shall for his wages haue perpetuall fame His meditations hee did oft apply How he might learne to liue to learne to dye And dy to liue and reigne in glorious state Which changing time can ne'r exterminate And therefore long his wisdome did forecast How he might best reforme offences past Order things present things to come foresee Thus would his latter yeeres still busied be He saw his Sand was neer runne out his Glasse And wisely pondred in what state he was His waning yeeres his body full of anguish Sense failing spirits drooping force to languish The ruin'd cottage of weake flesh and blood Could not long stand his wisdome vnderstood He saw his tyde of life gan ebbe so low Past all expectance it againe should flow He knew his pilgrimage would soone expire And that from whence he came he must retire Old age and weake infirmities contend Mans dissolution warnes him of his end He knew all these to be deaths messengers His Calends Pursiuants and Harbingers And with a Christian conscience still he mark'd He in his finall voyage was imbark'd Which made him skilfully his course to steere The whilst his iudgment was both sound cleare To that blest Hauen of eternall rest Where he for euer liues among the blest He did esteeme the world a barren field The nought but snares tares and cares did yeeld And therefore he did sow his hopes in heauen Where plentious encrease to him is giuen Thus was the period of his lifes expence The Noble Nottingham departed hence Who many yeeres did in his Countries right In peace and warre successefull speake and fight Our oldest Garter Knight and Counsellor And sometimes Britaines great Ambassador Now vnto you suruiuers you that be The Branches of this honourable Tree Though Verses to the dead no life can giue They may be comforters of those that liue We know that God to man hath life but lent And plac'd it in his bodies tenement And when for it againe the Landlord cals The Tenant must depart the Cottage fals God is most iust and he will haue it knowne That he in taking life takes but his owne Life is a debt which must to God be rendred And Natures retribution must be tendred Some pay in youth and some in age doe pay But t is a charge that all men must defray For t is the lot of all mortality When they being to liue begin to dye And as from sin to sin we wander in So death at last is wages for our sinne He neither hath respect to sex or yeares Or hath compassion of our sighes nor teares He 'll enter spight of bars or bolts or locks And like a bold intruder neuer knockes To Kings and Caitiâ—â—es rich poore great and small Death playes the tyrant and destroyes them all He calls all creatures to account most strict And no mans power his force can contradict We must perforce be pleas'd with what he leaues vs And not repine at ought which he berâ—anes vs. Hee 's lawlesse and â—s folly to demand Amends or restitution at his hand He doth deride the griefe of those that mourne And all our fraile afflictions laugh to scorne For hee condemnes and neuer heares the cause He takes away despight the power of Iawes Yet hee our vassall euer doth remaine From our first birth vnto our graue againe And God doth in his seruice him employ To be the bad mans terrour good mans toy Death is the narrow doore to life eternall Or else the broad gate vnto death internall But our Redeemer in his spotlesse offering Did lead the way for vs to heauen by suffering He was the death of death when he did die Then Death was swallow'd vp so victory And by his rising blessed soules shall rue And dwell in the celestial Paradise For these respects you whose affinity Propinquity or consanguinity Whose blood or whose alliance challenge can A part in this deceased Noble man The law of Nature and affection moues That griefe and sorrow should expresse your loues He was your secondary maker and Your authors earthly being and
associates assaults this Castle of Enuy where after halfe an houres fight or thereabouts by the inuincible prowesse of the assaiâ—ants the Hell borne defendants were vanquished their Castle vtterly razed demolished and subuerted with Rackets breakers blowes and reports innumerable IOHN TINDALL The description of such part of the Fire workes as were deuised and accomplished by Master William Fishenden Gunner and Seruant to his Maiestie Apiramides or loftie platforme in the forme of a Triangled spire with a Globe fixed on the top therof the whole work turning burning the space almost of halfe an houre or neere thereabouts from whence proceeded many Rackets firea blowes and reports in great numbers to the great delight and contentment of the King the Queene the Prince the Princesse Elizabeth the Prince Palatine and diuers others the Nobility the Gentry and Commons of this Kingdom FINIS EPITHALAMIES OR Encomiasticke Triumphall Verses Consecrated to the Immortall memory of the royall Nuptials of the two Parragons of Christendome FREDERICKE and ELIZABETH HEe * God that vpon the Poles hath hing'd the skyes Who made the Spheares the Orbs and Planets seuen Whose justice dams whose mercy justifies What was is shall be in earth Hell or Heauen Whom men and Angels lauds and magnifies According as his Lawes command hath giuen The poore the Rich the Begger and the King In seuerall Anthems his great praises sing Then as the meanest doe their voices stretch To lawd the sempiternall Lord of Lords So I a lame Decrepit-witted wretch With such poore Phrases as my skill a floords From out the Circuit of my braine did fetch Such weake inuention as my wit records To write the tryumphs of this famous I le On which both Heauen earth with ioy doth smile My Genius therefore my inuention moues TO sing of Britaines great Olympick Games Of mirth of Heau'n and earths beloued loues Of Princely sports that noble mindes enflames To doe the vtmost of their best behoues To fill the world with their atchieued Fames T' attaine Eternities all-passing bounds Which neither Fate nor Death nor Time confounds Guns Drums and Trumpets Fire-workes Bonfires Bels. With acclamations and applausefull noyse Tilts Turneyes Barriers all in mirth excels The ayre reuerberates our earthly ioyes This great Tryumphing Prophet-like fore-tels I hope how * The Lake or Gulph of forgetfulnes of the which I hope our griefes haue sufficiently carowled Leathes Lake all griefe destroyes For now blacke sorrow from our Land is chac'd And ioy and mirth each other haue embrac'd How much Ichouah hath this Iland blest The thoughts of man can neuer well conceaue How much we lately were with woes oprest For him * Prince Henry whom Death did late of life bereaue And in the midst of griefe and sad vnrest To mirthfull sport * God freely giu'es vs leaue And when we all were drench'd in blacke dispaire Ioy conquered greife and comfort vanquish'd care Thou high and mighty 〈…〉 â—â—â— Count Pallatine and pal 〈…〉 of the â—â—â—â—â— Bauares great Duke whom God on high doth life To be the tenth vnto the Worthies nine Be euer blest with thy beloued * The Princesse Elizabeth Guilt Whom God and best of men makes onely thine Let annually the day be giuen to mirth Wherein the Nuptials gaue our loy loyes new birth Right gracious Princesse great Elizabeth In whose Heroicke pure white Iuory breast True vertue liues and liuing flourisheth And as their Mansion hath the same possest Belou'd of God aboue and men beneath In whom the Goddesses and graces rest By vertues power Ichonah thee hath giuen Each place doth seeme where thou remain'st a heauen The Royall bloud of Emperours and Kings Of Potent Conquerours and Famous Knights Successiuely from these two Princes springs Who well may claime these titles as their rights The Patrons Christendome to vnion brings Whose vnity remoted Lands vnites And well in time I hope this sacred worke Will hunt from Christian Lands the faithlesse Turke By this happy marriage great Britaine France Denmarke Germany the most part of Christendonâ—e are vnited eyther in affinity or consanguinity Since first the framing of the worlds vast Roome A fitter better match was not combinde So old in wisdome young in beauties bloome And both so good and graciously inclinde And from this day vntill the day of doome I doubt succeeding ages shall not finde Such wisdome beauty grace compact together As is innate in them in both in eyther None but the Diuell and his infernall crue At this beloued heau'nly match repines None but such fiends which hell on earth doth spue Which wish Eclips of their illustrious shines The Gods themselues with rare inuentions new With inspiration mans deuice refines And with their presence vndertakes these taskes Deuises motions Reuels playes and Maskes That which God loues most the Diuell hates most and I am sure that none but the blacke crew are offended with these Royal Nuptials The thund'rers * Iune Bride hath â—efe her heauenly bed And with her presence this great wedding graces Himâ—â— in Saffron Robes inuelloped Ioynas and accords these Louers lou'd embraces Yea all the Gods downe to the Earth are fied And mongst our ioyes their pleasures enterlaces Immortals joynes with mortals in their mirth And makes the Court their Paradice on earth Maiestick Ioue hath left his spangled Throane To dance Leuoltoes at this Bridall feast Infusieg Iouiall glee in euery one The high the low the greatest and the least Sad mindes to sable melancholy prone Great loue their vitall parts hath so possest That all are wrapt in sportfull extasies With showes and Glamors ecchoing in the skyes Where the Planeâ— Iupiter hath sole predominance there is all Royall mirth and jouâ—all alacrity a Sol. Apollo from the two topt b Pernassus Muses Hill Eight of the c The Muses Sisters nine hath brought from thence Leauing d A tragicall mourneful Muse who hath beene here already but I hope now she is lame of the Gout that she wil keepe home for euer Meâ—pomence alone there still To muse on sad and tragicall euents The rest all stretching their all matchlesse skill To serue this Royall Princesse and this Princes Thus Sol descended from his Radient shrine Brings Poesie and Musicke downe diuine The wrathfull God of e Mars War in burnish'd Armes Layes by his angry all confounding mood And in the Lifts strikes vp sweet Loues Alarmes Where friendly warres drawes no vnfriendly bloud Where honours fire the noble spirit warmes To vndertake such actions as are good Thus mighty Mars these tryumphs doth encrease At Tilt. With peacefull warre and sweet contentions peace The Queene of f Venus Loue these Royall sports attend And at this Banquet deignes to be a guest Her whole endeauours she doth wholly bend She may in Loues delights outstrip the best For whosoe're doth Hymens Lawos preâ—end If Venus be but absent from the feast They may perhaps be merry in some
sort But 't is but painted mirth and ayrie sport All worth nothing Bright Maias Soâ—e the God of tricks and sleights â—â—â—â— Hath op'd the treasure of his subtill wit mercury And as a Seruant on this Wedding waits With Masques with Reuals and with tryumphs fit His rare inuentions and his quaint conceits Twixt Heauen alost and Hel insernall pit He in imaginary showes affords In shape forme method and applausefull words Old sullen i A dogged melancholy Planet a maleuolent opposite to all mirth Saturne hid his moody head In dusky shades of blacke Cimerian night And wauering k The Mooâ—â—â— who doth neuer continue at a stay and therefore sheâ—â—â— herselfe from those delights which I hope will bee peâ—â—â— Luna closely couch'd to bed Her various change she knew would not delight The loyall mindes where constancie is bred Where Protens thoughts are put to shamefull flight These two l â—â—â— Luna or indeed the nights were darke at the Wedding because the moone sâ—ined not by Ioues command were straightly bound To stay at home as better lost then found Cupid descended from the Chrystall skyes And leaues befind his golden feathered darts In steed of whom he makes faire Ladies eyes The piercing weapons of true loning hearts And he amongst these high Solemnities His awfull presence freely he imparts To all in generall with mirthfull cheere All sport 's the better if loues God be there The off spring of the high celestiall Ioue His braine bred m Minerua whom the Poets saine to be the Goddesses Wisedome Borne and bred in the braine of Iupiter Daughter and his thigh borne Sonne n Bacchus whom his Father loue saued from Aborâ—iue buth from his mother Seâ—d and sowed him vp in his Thigh till the time of his birth was come to a period Gaiâ— Lib. 3 One with aduice of wisdome she wed her loue And t'other bounteously made plenty runne Where wine in streames gainst one another strone Where many a Caske was baâ—ckrout an vndone Depriu'd the treasure of the fruitfully vinese By Bacchus bounty that great God of Wine s Thus Ioue and Iuno Jmps of aged Ops With wise Minerua Mars and Mercury Resplendent Sol with musicks straines and ileps Faire Venus Queene of Loues alacrity Loues God with shafts betipe with golden tops And Bacchus showring sweet humidity Gods Goddesses the Graces and the Muses To grace these tryumphs all their cunnings vses Amongst the rest was all recording Fame Inscalping noble deeds in brazen lâ—aues That meagre Enuy cannot wrong that name Where braue Heroick acts the minde vpheaues Fâ—mes goldeÌ„ trump will through the world proclame Whom Fortune Fare nor Death nor time bereaues Thus like a Scribe Fame waited to Record The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord All making marring time that turneth neuer To these proceedings still hath beene auspicious And in his Progresse will I hope perseuer To make their dayes and houres ro be delicious Thus Fame and time affoords their best indeauour Vnto this royall match to be propitious Time in all pleasure through their liues will passe Whilst Fame records their Fames inleaues of Brasse Times Progresse Yon Sonnes of Iudas and Achitophei Whose damn'd delights are treasons bloud death Th' almighties power your haughty prides will quell And unlike your vassals vessels of his wrath Let all that wish these Princes worse then well Be iudg'd and doom'd to euerlasting Scath For 't is apparent and experience prooues No hare preuailes where great Ichouah loues To whose Omnipotent Eternall power I doe commit this blest beloued paire Oh let thy graces daily on them showre Let each of them be thine adopted Heire a Raise them at last to thy Celestiall Bowre And feate them both in lasting glories Chaire In fine their earthly dayes be long and blest And after bettred in eternall rest A Sonnet to the Imperious Maiestick mirrour of King Iames great Britaines Monarch GReat Phoebus spreads his Rayes on good ill Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Rat The smallest Sayles God AEols breath doth fill And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts And as the Earth supplyes our needfull wants So doth thy bounty guerdon good desarts And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales Thou filst with Ioy the Sailes of rich and pore And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales So thou to high and low yeelds harbour flore Thus Sea Ayre Earth and Titans fiery face Are Elementall Seruants to thy Grace To Life SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring gest Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall Lodgings thouhast tane in man In Fish in Fowle in tame or bruitish beast Since all by thee from greatest to the least Are squar'd and well compar'd vnto a span Oh fleeting Life take this â—â—y counsell than Hold long possession in thy royall breast Dwell euer with the King the Queene the Prince The gracious Princesse and her Princely Spouse In each of these thou hast a lasting house Which Fate nor Death nor Time cannot conuince And when to change thy Lodging thou art driuen Thy selfe and they exalted by to Heauen To Death To thee whose auaritious greedy mood Doth play a sweepe stake with all liuing things And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood Of subiects Abiects Emperours and Kings That high and low and all must feele thy stings The Lord the Lowne the Caitiffe and the Keasar A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee as did the fall of Iulius Caesar. Then since the good and bad are all as one And Larkes to thee no better are then Kites Take then the bad and let the good alone Feed on base wretches leaue the worthy wights With thee the wicked euermore will stay But from thee Fame will take the good away To Eternity THou that beyond all things dost goes as farre That no Cosmographers could e're suruay Whose glory brighter then great Phebus Carre Doth shine where night doth ne're eclipse the day To thee I consecrate these Princes acts In thee alone let all their beings be Let all the measures of their famous tracts In the begin but neuer end like thee And when thy Seruant Time giues Life to Death And Death surrenders all their liues to Fame Oh then inspire them with celestiall breath With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name Thus vnto thee as thine owne proper rights Iconsecrate these matchles worthy wights Iohn Taylor FINIS TAYLORS FAREVVELL TO THE TOWER BOTTLES THE ARGVMENT ABout three hundred and twenty yeares since or thereabout I thinke in the Raigne of King Richard the Second there was a guift giuen to the Tower or to the Lieutenants thereof for the time then and for euer beeing which guift was two blacke Leather Bottles or Bombards of Wine from euery Ship that brought Wine into the Riuer of Thames the which hath so continued vntill this day but the Merchants finding
not be blinde may plainely spy That their insulting proud commanding Priest Is â—bsolute and onely Antichrist H'exalts himselfe ' boue all that 's called God Vpon the Emperours necke he proudly trod Hee is th'abomination void of grace That mounts himselfe into the holy place He makes the Princes of the Earth drinke vp And quaffe the poyson of his cursed Cup. Who being drunken with the drâ—gs of sinne They haue his sworne and forsworne vassals beene Bewitched with his foule Inchanting charmes Gainst one another they haue rose in armes By forreine and domesticke bloudie broyles Whilst he hath fild his his coffers with their spoyles His double dealing too plaine appeares In setting Christian Princes by the eares Whilst he into his anatitious hands Hath feiz'd their persons moueables and lands And as the Christian Kings themselues made weake The Turke into their Kingdomes gan to breake And thus the Turke and Pope joynd with the deuill Haue beene the authors of all Christian euill FINIS THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS The Second Part. DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE PHILLIP EARLE OF MONTGOMERIE c. MY Lord the liues and deaths of Saints and Kings This little Booke vnto your Greatnesse sings Protection and acceptance if you giue It shall as shall Your selfe for ever liue IOHN TAYLOR VVHen the 7 Henry in his graue was laid And the eight Henry Englands Scepter sway'd Romes bloudy persecution raged more In England than in ten Kings raignes before And therefore Reader in this little Booke For euery Martyrs name thou must not looke But men of chiefest note respect and same That dyed in England onely these I name And first the Papists tyranny beganne In murthering Richard Hun a zealous man For being kept in prison by their power They closly hang'd him in the Lollards Tower And then they all in generall decreed Reporting Hun himselfe had done the deed Ann sixteene dayes iust after this was don They burn'd the foresaid corps of Richard Hun. Then to the number of full thirty fiue The surious flames did all of life depriue In seuerall places of this wofull land Because they did the Pope of Rome withstand At which time Thomas Bilney did begin To preach and teach against Antichristian sinne Where in Saint Georges Church in Ipswich Towne The Papists from the Pulpit pluckt him downe And as in dolefull prison he did lie He put his finger in the flames to try He prou'd aud God did giue him strenght to beare His death to liue with his Redeemer deare The next of note was one Iohn Frith a man Of learning great a Martyrs same he wan Then learned Luther and graue Zwinglius With Caluin Beza Occolampadius All glorious gracious reuerend lamps of light Were instruments to cleare blear'd Englands sight In Flanders William Tindall for Gods Word Was Sacrific'd to glorifie the Lord. Iohn Lambert valiantly his death did take And burn'd in Smithfield for his Sauiour sake About this time that Honourable man Lord Cromwels life and timelesse death began Hee like an Earthquake made the Abbies fall The Fryeries the Nunneries and all This famous Noble worthy Essex Earle This Iemme this Iewell this most orient pearle Was for his truth from all he had discarded And with his heads losse all his faith rewarded The next of worthy note by fire that dide Was good Anne Askew who did strong abide Rackes tortures and the cruell raging flame To magnifie her high Creators name Then gan the Kings eyes to be opended quite Inlightened by the euerlasting light He banisht Superstitious idle sables And packt the Papists hence with all their bables Then Bonner Gardner Brethren both in euill Factors and Actors bloudhounds for the Deuill Their burning fame to infamy soone saded They Godlesse gracelesse were disgracst degraded The King thus hauing this good worke begun He dyed and left the Kingdome to his Sonne Then raign'd young Edward that sweet Princely childe By whom all Popery was cleane exilde But he too good to liue mongst wicked men Th' Almighty tooke him hence to Heauen agen No sooner Edward was laid in his Tombe But England was the slaughter-house of Rome Gardner and Bonner were from prison turn'd And whom they pleas'd were eyther sau'd or burn'd Queene Mary imitating Iezabell Aduanc'd againe the Ministers of Hell Then tyranny began to tyrannize Tortures and torments then they did deuise Then Master Rogers with a saith most feruent Was burn'd and dy'd in Smith field Gods true Seruant Next vnto him did Laurence Sanders dye By fire for Iesus sake at Couentry He did embrace and kindly kisse the stake To gaine Heau'ns glory did the world for sake Good Byshop Hooper was at Gloster burn'd Cause he against the Romish Doctrine spurn'd And Doctor Taylor a true zealous man At Hadly burn'd eternall glory wan Then Byshop Ferrar next his life did spend In fire to gaine the life shall neuer end Next William Fowler first did loose his hand Then burn'd because the Pope he did withstand In Essex Thomas Hawkes with faith victorious Did dye by fire to gaine a life most glorious Master Ioha Bradford for his Sauiours sake In Smithsield burn'd a godly end did make Two reuerend Byshops Father Latimer And Ridley each of them a heauenly starre Liu'd in Gods foare and in his fauour dy'd At Oxford burn'd and now are glorisi'd Iohâ— Philpâ—t gladly did the fire embrace And died and liues in his Redeemers grace Then that graue Father and religious man Arch-Bishop of Cranmars troubles hot began His Pompe his state his glory and his pride Was to know Iesus and him crucifide He liu'd a godly Preacher of Gods Word And dy'd a glorious Martyr of the Lord. Iohn Carcles in close Prison carefully Did change his cares for ioyes eternally But this small volum cannot well containe One quarter of the Saints in England flaine In Henries Raigne and Maries cruell Queene Eight thousand people there hath slaughtered beene Some by the Sword some Hang'd some burnt in fire Some staru'd to death in Prison all expire Twelue thousand and seuen hundred more beside Much perseâ—uting trouble did abide Some wrackt som whipt som tortur'd som in stocks Some doing penance with a world of mockes Some with an yron in the faces burn'd Some out of all their goods to beggry rurn'd Some barefoot bearing faggots on their shoulders Weâ—e made a wondring stocke to the beholders All this and more much more they did endure Because they would not yeeld to liue impure But now to speake the law lesse â—ause wherefore And why these people troubled were so sore Because they would not make their plaints mones To senseles I mages dead stockes and slones Because they said the Sacramentall bread Is not the Lord which shall iudge quick and dead Because they not beleeu'd a Purgatory And held the Popes decrees an idle story Because they would not creepe vnto the crosse And change Gods sacred Word for humane drosse Because they held the Masse an Idoll soule At once which