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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50034	Leycesters ghost	Rogers, Thomas, 1573 or 4-1609 or 10.; Burghley, William Cecil, Baron, 1520-1598.; Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.; Parsons, Robert, 1546-1610.	1641 (1641)	Wing R1837A; Wing L970; ESTC R9349	19,035	37

hearts of Gods and men Iove lov'd the Daughter of a jealous Sire D●nae a maid immur'd within a Towre Yet to accomplish the end of his desire Hee metamorphos'd to a goulden showre Fell in the lap of his faire p●ramour And being term'd a God did not disdaine To turned to man to beast to showre of raine Deere Lord when Cupid throwes his firie darts Doth none of them your tender bodies hit Doth Cytherea never charme your hearts Nor beauty trie your quintessentiall wit Perhaps you will say no fie it is unfit Now by my Garter and my George to boote The blind boy surely hits if hee doth shoote Whereas you doe object by magick charmes I sought to winne faire Dames to my desire T' is better so then strive by force of armes For forced love will quickely back retire If faire meanes cannot winne what wee require Some secret tricks and slights must be devised That love may even from hell bee exercised To you dull wits it seemes impossible By drinkes or charmes this worke to passe to bring Know then that Giges went invisible By turning of the sigill of his Ring Toward his palme and thereby slew the King Laie with his wife of any man unseene Lastely did raigne by marrying with the Queene King Solomon for magick naturall Was held a cunning man by some divines Hee wrote a booke of Science naturall To bind ill Spirits in their darke confines Hee had great store of wifes and concubines Yet was hee a sacred King this I inferre The wisest man that now doth live may eric Also yee said that when I waxed old When age and mispent time had made mee drie For ancient held in carnall lust is cold Natures defect with art I did supplie That so to helpe this imbecility I used strange drinkes and ointments of great price Whole tast or touch might make dead flesh arise To this I answer that this fine extraction Drammes and electuaries rarely made Serv'd not so much to helpe veneriall action As for to comfort nature that 's decay'd Which being with indifferent judgement way'd In Noble men may bee allow'd I trust As lending to their healths and not their justs What if I drunke nothing but liquid gold Lactrina Christall Pearle dissolv'd in wine Such as the Aegyptians full cuppes of did hold When Cleopatra with her Lord did dine A trifle care not for the cost was mine What if I gave Hypomiu●s in drinke To some faire Dames at smal faults yee must winke Yee say I was a Traytor to the Queene And that when Monsieur was in greatest grace I being out of favour mov'd with spleene To see a French-man frolique in the place Forth toward Berwick then did post a pace Minding to raise a rebellious rout To take my part in what I went about That I was then a Traytor I deny But I confesse that I was Monsieurs soe And sought to breake the league of amity Which then betwixt my Prince and him did growe Doubting Religion might be changed so Or that our lawes and customes were in danger To bee corrupt and alter'd by a stranger Therefore I did a faction strong maintaine Against the Earle of Suffex a stout Lord On Monsieurs side and then Lord Chamberlaine Who sought to make that nuptiall accord Which none may breake witnesse the sacred word But thus it chanced that hee striv'd in vaine To knit the Knolt which Heavens did not ordaine Thus did yee mis-enterpret my conceits That for disloyalty my deeds did blame Yet many men have layed their secret baites To entrape mee in such snares to worke my shame Whom I in time sufficiently did tame And by my Soveraignes favour bore them downe Proving my selfe true Liegeman to the Crowne Thinke yee I could forget my Soveraigne Lady That was to mee so gratious and so kind How many triumphes for her glory made I O I could never blot out of my mind What Characters of grace in her still shin'd But some of you which were by her prefer'd Have with her bones almost her name interr'd When shee was gone which of you all did weepe What mournefull song did Phylomela sing Alas when shee in cold deaths bed did sleepe Which of you all her dolefull knell did ring How long will yee now love your crowned King If yee forget so soone you ould Queene dead Which foure and fourtie yeares hath governed Yee say I fought by Muither to aspire And by strong poison many men to ●lay Which as yee thought might erosse my high desire And cloude my long expected golden day Perhaps I laid some blocks out of my way Which hindred mee from coming to the bowre Where Cynthia shin'd like lampes in Pharohs Towre Alas I come not of a Tygers kind My hands with bloud I hated to defile But when by good experience I did find How some with fained love did mee beguile Perchance all pitty then I did exile And as it were against my will was prest To ●●●ke their deaths that did my life detest Lo then attend to heare a dolefull tale Of those whose deaths you doe suppose I wrought Yet wish I that the World beleeve not all That hath of mee by envious men beene wrot But when I for a Kingly fortune sought O pardon mee my selfe I might forget And cast downe some my state aloft to set My first wife fell downe from a paire of staires And brake her neck and so at Cromner died Whilst her true servants led with small affaires Vnto a faire at Abbington did ride This dismall hap unto my wife betide Whether yee call it chance or destinie Too true it is shee did untimely die O had I now a showre of teares to shed Lockt in the empty Circles of mine eyes Or could I shed in mourning for the dead That lost a spouse so young so faire so wife So faire a corps so foule a corse now lies My hope to have married with a famous Queene Drave pitty back and kept my teares unseene What man so fond that would not loose a Pearle To find a Diamand leave brasse for gold Or who would not for sake a gallant girle To winne a Queene great men in awe to hold To rule the State of none to bee controld O but the steps that lead unto a throne Are dangerous for men to tread upon The Cardinall Chatillian was my foe Whose death peradventure I did compact Because hee let Queene Elizabeth to know My false report given of a former act How I with her had made a precontract And the great Princes hope I hard thereby That sought to marry with her Majesty The Prelate had beene better hold his tongue And kist his Fathers holy feete in Rome A Masse the sooner for his soule was song But hee might thanke mee had hee stayed at home Or late or never hee to Heaven had come Therefore I sent him nimbly from the coasts Perhaps to supper with the Lord of hoasts When death by hap my first wifes neck

out this fountaine many mischiefes growe Hereof examples many may bee read In Chronicles of the English Princes dead This humour made King Harrold breake his oath Made unto William Duke of Normandy This made King Ruffus and young Beaucl●arke b●t Their elder brother Robert to defie And Stephen to forget his loyalty To Maude the empresse and to hould in scorne The faithfull oath which hee to her had sworne This made young Henry crowned by his Sire Against his Father warrefarre to maintaine This made King Iohn the Kingdome to aspire Which to his nephue Arthur did pertaine And him in prison hardely to retaine And this made Bullingbrooke usurpe the Crowne Putting his lawfull Soveraigne Richard downe This made Edward the fourth at his returne To breake the oath which hee had lately sworne When hee from Burgondy to Yorke was come And rule the Realme in good King Henries roome This made the Tyrant Richard eake to doome His nephues death and ridde away his wife And so in bloud to end his wretched life A pretty plot in practize I did put Either to take a Queene without delay Or when the cards were shuffled and well cut To choose the King and cast the Knaves away Hee should bee cunning that great game would play Ill luck hath hee that no good game can make Where Princes play and crownes lie at the stake First I assay'd Queene El'zabeth to wed Whom divers Princes courted but in vaine When in this course unluckly I sped I sought the Scots Queene marriage to obtaine But when I reapt no profit for my paine I sought to match Denbigh my tender chil'd To Dame Arbella but I was beguil'd Even as Octavus with Marke Anthony And Lepidus the Romaine Empire shard That of the World then held the Soveraignty So I a new Triumverate prepar'd If cruell death young Denbighs life had spar'd The Grandame Vncle and the Father in law Might thus have brought all England under aw In the Low-Countries did my fame sore high When I was sent Lieutenant generall The Queenes proud foes I stoutly did defie And made them too some composition fall There I maintain'd a port Majesticall In pompe and triumph many dayes I spent From noble then my name grew excellent Then was my heart in height of her desire My mind puft up with sarquery and pride The vulgar sort my glory did admire Even as the Romans Ave Caesar cried When the Emperour to the Senate house did ride So did the Flemings with due reverence Like thunder say God save your excellence Few subjects before mee obtain'd this stile Vnlesse they were as viceroyes of this land The name of Lordship seem'd to base and vile To mee that govern'd such a Royall band And had a Princes absolute command Who did not of my pussiance stand in aw That might put him to death by Martiall law Lo what a Title hath my honour got An Excellency added to my name Can this injurious World so quickly blot A name so great out of records of fame Covering my glory with a vaile of shame Or will it now contemne mee being dead Whom living even with feare it honoured The Towne of Denborough I did besiege Which did on composition shortly yeeld I did good service to my gracious leige Till by ill Councellours I was beguil'd For such as were my Captaines in the field To whom I did at length chiefe charge commit Seduc'd mee to doe many things unfit When Sir Iohn Norris counsaile I refus'd Whose perfect skill in Armes I well knew By Rowland Yorkes devise I was abus'd Whereof some losse soone after did ensue Deventer Towne and Zutphen Sconse I rue By Yorke and Stanley without many bloes Where rendered up to mercy of the foes And that which to my heart might more griefe strike Hapned the death of that renowned Knight My nephew Sidney neere Coleston Dike Receiv'd his deadly wound through fortunes spight I sent no fresh supply to him out right I was not farre off with a mighty hoast So with his losse of life some fame I lost The Court of him lost a brave Courteour The Countrey lost a Guide their faults to mend The campe did loose an expert Souldiour The City lost an honourable friend The Schooles a Patron their rights to defend The Court the Countrey and the Schooles and City For Sydne is death doe sing a mournefull ditty Now while my Princely glory did abound Like rich Lucullus I great feasts did make And was for hospitality renown'd The use of Armes I quickly did forsake An easier taske I meant to undertake I tooke no joyes in wounds and broken pates But to carrouse and banquet with the States Not Heliogabilus whose dainty fare Did all the Roman Emperoars feasts exceed In cost and rarenes might with mine compare Though hee on braines of O stretches did feed And Phinicepteries and that insteed Of Oyle hous'd his lampes with Balme to fill Such was the pleasure of the Tyrants will To mee Count Egmonts Daughter did resort And such brave Dames as Flanders still did yeeld That it did rather seeme I came to court A gallant Lady then to pitch a field For I did lay aside the sword and shield At cards and dice I spent the vacant dayes And made great feasts insteed of Martiall frayes But whilst in games and love my time I spent Seeming secure as though I car'd for nought My Messengers abroad I dayly sent As instruments of my still working thought Whereby my purpose oft to passe I brought And compast what before I did devise At such a time as no man will surmise Thus great attempts I ost did enterprise Like a Magitian that with some fine wile Dazels the sight of the Spectatours eyes And with illusions doth their sence beguile Such polices my cunning did compile That I before mens eyes did cast a mist While I perform'd such matters as I list Yee that like apes doe imitate my deeds Hoping thereby like favour to obtaine Know that so high a Spirit never breds In a blunt Pesant or unnurtur'd swaine But in my heart imperious thoughts did raigne No flegmatique dull milke-sop can aspire But one compact of th' Element of fire Hee dayly must devise some stratageme Hee must bee rich stout liberall and wise The humours of base men hee must contemne Hee must bee gratious in the peoples eyes Hee should bee furnisht with rare qualities With learning judgement policy and wit And such like parts as for the times are fit For every froward fellow is not borne To bee a Scipio or a Maximus Vnlesse that wisedome doth his state adorne Or valour make his life more glorious Though hee bee base of birth as Marius Yet hee by vertues aid aloft may come Like him that was seven times Consull in Rome Ventillius name at first was meane and base Till he the Parthians host had overthrowne And Cicero came not of Noble race Borne at Arpinum a poore Countrey Towne Yet hee made Armes give place