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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08186	Sir Thomas Ouerburies vision With the ghoasts of Weston, Mris. Turner, the late Lieftenant of the Tower, and Franklin. By R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1616 (1616)	STC 18524; ESTC S113209	19,388	60

me about Forman that cunning Exorcist and I Would many times our wicked wits apply Kind nature in her working to disarme Of proper strength and by our spels would charme Both men and women making it our sport And play to point at them in our report Thus fatted with false pleasure for a while Still with good hope of hap I did beguile My selfe in all imployments till at last Thy death thou iniur'd Knight did with it hast My vnexpected fall I was the man That did prepare those poysons which began And ended all thy paine which I did giue Vnto that man who did attendant liue On thee in thy distresse who since that time Was he that first did suffer for this crime O what a suddaine change of cheerefull thought To sadnesse selfe-accusing conscience brought After this bloody deed before all ease Did seeme to waite on me for what could please Which I did want that idol gold which all Or most men closely worship seem'd to fall As thicke vpon me as the golden shower That fell on Danae in the Dardin Tower Swimming in streames of false delight and prickt With pride and selfe conceit at heau'n I kickt The names of God and Maker I did sleight As bug-beare words the childish world t' affright I did impute the spheares eternall daunce And all this all to nature and to chaunce But all men laugh my follies vnto scorne For who so blinde will say being mortall borne He hath a reason and will yet denie The same to this Vniuersalitie Of which alas he is the lesser part As who should say his feete his hands his heart Might well be wise and he himselfe a foole Such is the wisedome of th'Atheisticke schoole The eye of heau'n from whome no heart can hide The secret thoughts my close intents espi'd And when I did with most inuentiue braine Deuise to wipe away my conscience staine And thy sad death most closely to conceale Heauen forc'd my selfe mine owne selfe to reueale The shadowe of the dead or some foule fiend Or furie whom reuenge did iustly send To punish me for my detested sin With snakie whippes did scourge my soule within Forbidding me my rest or day or night Till I had brought mine owne offence to light For which condemn'd vnto that shamefull end Of strangling torment still the franticke fiend Did follow me vnto my liues last breath As was my life before so was my death This said he vanisht and with him that night The vision ending our empoysoned Knight Thus spake O England O thrise happie land Who of all Iles most gracefully dost stand Vpon this earths broad face like Venus spot Vpon her cheeke thou onely garden plot Which as an other Eden heau'n hath chose In which the tree of life and knowledge growes Happie in all most happie in this thing In hauing such a holy happy King A King whose faith in armes of proofe doth fight 'Gainst that seuen-headed beast and all his might A King whose iustice will at last not faile To giue to each his owne in equall scale A King whose loue doue-like with wings of fame To all the world doth happy peace proclame A King whose faith whose iustice and whose loue Diuine and more then royall him doe prooue O thou iust King how hath thy iustice shin'd Vpon my iniur'd ghoast which beeing confi'nd From hence for euer neuer had vnlesse Thy iustice had beene great obtain'd redresse If earnest pray●rs wi●h heauen may ought auayle And earnest prayers with 〈◊〉 doe sieldome fayle Let all good men lift vp 〈◊〉 ●earts with me That what I beg of 〈…〉 granted be If euer heart with wicked ●●●ught shall aime To harme thy State let heau'n reueale the same If euer hand lift vp with violent powre Shall seeke thy life heauen cut it off that houre If euer eye of treason lurke about Or lie in waite for thee heau'n put it out If heart hand eye abroad or here at home Shall plot against thee neuer may they come To their effect as they haue euer been So may they be and let all say Amen Here my dreame ended after which a while Soft slumber did my senses so beguile I thought the Towergate was o'r● my head Vntill I wake and found my selfe in bed From whence arising as the wronged Knight Had giuen in charge this Vision I did write FINIS a Guild ball ● description ●f the vulgar A description of midnight Sir Thomas Ouerburies ghoast 〈◊〉 and 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 e Out of a ●●●●ster booke of the acts of the Bishop of Rochester in 〈◊〉 suruay f Richard the third g Henry the 〈◊〉 h 〈…〉 i 〈…〉 Weston ghoast The description of Weston k Doct. Turner Mist. 〈◊〉 ghoast The description of Mist. Turner k 〈…〉 m 〈◊〉 anna● 〈◊〉 〈…〉 The description of Sir ●arius ●●lo●●● the late Leiftenant of the Tower Note Note The description of 〈…〉 The description of 〈◊〉 〈…〉

perhaps haue happy liu'd and long Did euer fortune pinch him with constraint That little wealth I had supply'd his want Did euer cares perplex his feeble braine What wit I had his weakenesse did sustaine Did euer error make him doe amisse What wisedome I had learn'd was euer his My wit my wealth and wisedome with good chaunce In his great honours May game lead the daunce I doe not falsly boast the gifts of mind Best wittes can iudge my Wife I left behind Vnto the world a witnesse may remaine I had no dull conceit no barren braine But as a dogge that at his pray doth ame Doth onely loue the water for his game Which once obtain'd he playing then no more Shakes off the water when he comes on shore So my great Friend no friend but my great Foe Safe swimming in that way which I did showe Through dangers waters after honours game Did shake me off when I had gain'd the same Vaine man too late thou do'st repent my wrong That huge great sayle of Honour was too strong For thy great boate wanting thy friend to steare In this thy weakenesse and my worth appeare O hadst thou kept the path by me begunne That other impious race thou hadst not runne In wayes of vice thy steps I did not guide Onely for vertue Ouerburie di'd But had in gratitude no further gone I had not wail'd with many a piteous grone These poysoned limbes O how will future times Blushing to heare such execrable crimes Beleeue report when then it shall be said Thou wast that man that man that me betray'd That sauage man that wanting meanes or heart Or rather both to meete with my desert Too cruell didst deuise to stop my breath To end thy care and my deare life by death Death oh no death but thousand deathes in one For had it bin but meere priuation Of loued life my greiued Ghoast had fled Without such paine and anguish to the dead O wretched foes why did yee take delight To excercise your hate with such despight Vpon a guiltlesse man what had I done But that yee might when as ye first begunne Your tragicke plot and did my life awaite With single death haue satisfied your hate Was it ah was it not enough to giue One poyson first and then to let me liue Till ye did please to giue an other then An other and an other but as men All made of flint to laugh my plaints to scorne And scoffe at me while I alas did mourne When in my chamber walls the very stones Sweat droppes for teares to heare my greiuous grones As sencelesse they would simpathize my woes Though my sad cries were musicke to my foes Let ages past vntill the worlds first day Shew all records of antique times and say If euer any did by poyson die That at his death had greater wrong then I. It was not one dayes space nor two nor three In which those cruell men tormented me Month after month they often did instill The diuers natures of that banefull ill Throughout these limbs inducing me to thinke That what I tooke in Physicke meate or drinke Was to restore me to my health when all Was but with lingring death to worke my fall Oh how my Ghoast doth quake when it suruayes This fatall house where I did end my daies And trembles as it suffered now againe Onely to thinke vpon that woefull paine When the slow poyson secretly did creepe Through all my veines and as it went did sweepe All ease with paine all rest with griefe away From euery corner of my house of clay Then did I loath my life but could not die Sometimes to God sometimes to men I crie To giue me ease of my tormenting hell Whose paine no pen can write no tongue can tell In vaine my tongue thou vtterd'st forth my cries To wicked men with teare-tormented eyes In vaine mine eies in you the teares did stand While I to heauen for helpe did lift my hand In vaine my hands were ye stretcht forth to heauen My time was set my life to death was giuen Tongue eyes and hands did often plead in vaine Nothing but death could ease me of my paine And death at last to my desire did yeeld Who with such furious force did take the field T' assayle my soule that 'gainst his matchlesse might In greater torment neuer man did fight With poison'd dart he at my life did strike The venome seazing on me vulture-like With torment tore my entrayles thence did runne Into my vaines and boyling there begunne A fresh assault which beeing a while withstood By natures force at last did seaze my blood Then victor-like possest of euery part It did assaile my yet not yeelding heart The soules cheife seate where hauing vanquisht all The powers of life while I to God did call For grace and mercy after sad sighs giuen With greiuous grones my soule fled hence to heauen O thou sad monument of Norman yoke Whose great foundation hee whose conquering stroke Did stoope our neckes to Norman rule first laid Looke thy records of those to death betray'd Within thy fatall chambers and there see If any murdered lost his life like mee Those royall roses of Plantaginest Which that white boare of Yorke that bloody beast Hath rooted vp within those walls of thine In death felt little paine compar'd to mine Thou knowest that King son to that kingly Knight Beneath whose sword in Agincourts great fight France fell vpon her knees thy flore did staine With his deare blood by bloody Richard slaine Thou didst looke on when Clarence blood was shed And didst behold how hee poore Duke halfe dead Yet bleeding fresh in Malmesie-but was dround Whose body sithence neuer could be found Thou sawst when Tirrels bloody slaues did smother This kingdomes vncrownd King and his young brother Those princely babes of Yorke thou heardst them crie When they betwixt the sheets did strangled die But to their paine death did swift end assigne Thou know'st their greifes were not so great as mine T' was not for naught that thy first builders hand Did temper blood with burned lime and sand So to conglutinate thy stony masse And bring the Conquerours will and worke to passe Well may it be thy walls with blood were built Where so much guiltlesse blood hath since bin spilt But here an end of all my paine and woe Death shuts vp all our greatest greifes for so All men would thinke but past all thought of minde My greatest greife alas is yet behind Oh why should fiercest beast of all the wood When hee hath slaine his foe and lickt his blood End hate in death and man with man in strife Not end his malice with the ende of life Can they be men and lords of beasts that beare Their Makers image and will yet not feare That ill which beasts abhorre in brutish minde Men O no men but monsters against kind Such monsters were my tyger-hearted foes Who