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

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

fauorite This he intreates for this his penne doth write Cease to command learne subiects to obay Reason where iustice rules beares greatest sway Is it not peerlesse praise with peace to gaine That for the which our fathers spent their blood And neuer age but ours could reobtaine O happy men if that you saw such good But will is masked still with errors hood Let ture obeisans vp this diet breake So Caesar wils so Cicero doth speake The fect was this the prophesie was such Which he had read with carefull industry And quoted euery line with iudgments touch A midst his study casting vp his eye Seeing his mistresse Fortune was not nye His booke he sleightly set into his gowne Which on the yellow sand fell quickly downe Thence posted he on his maiestique Asse Like some slow rider pacing to the race Than Isis siluer channell did I passe And thither went where as mine eyes might gaze On that faire booke clad in a golden case I past the Annales for it pleasde mine eye To muse vpon that sacred prophesie When I had read vnto the latter lyne I saw the aged king returne with speede Kind Syr quoth he saw you a booke of mine I Syr quoth I if this be he indeed I gaue it him he gaue me thankes for meed He posted thence I to my study went Where on this matter many houres I spent At last I was resolu'd for to relate In Poetry the things mine eyes did see Which was the vncertainety of humane state To paint the things a right with equitie I did implore the ayde of memorie Which she denide Oh worthies pardon mee If ought I write amisse which you shall see Not Orpheus trees and birds inchanting quill Nor Homers art heere Reader shalt thou see Expect not Ouids verse nor Maroes skill For if you doe you shall deceiued bee If bad it is pray gentles beare with mee Say it is meane thou dost mee much commend I 'de haue it meane because I meane to mend Mistake mee not I liue in hope to please Dispraise mee not before thou knowest mee well Maugre sweete not reuenge my lines loue peace Doe not my shame before thou seest it tell Marke euery line and each wordes nature spell Ere thou beginst to reade looke beare in minde Of whom I write yea how and in what kind Faire Englands Peeres with Romanes I compare Their warres their spoiles their fightes and victory Their filthy vices with their vertues rare Their laud dispraise their praise and infamy Their conquests triumphes with their treachery Then doth our muse declare intestine warres Kings conquering fields and Princes wounding iarres Then doth she mount the ayre with Eagles winges Then to the North shee goes and passeth Twidet And sings his praise which endles glory bringes Who like a Pilot doth this Island guide Which like a barke within the Sea doth ride This land is seated like to Venice state The waues the walles and euery ship a gate Least that my Gates be wider then my towne And that Diogines my folly see My proems prologue I le set quickly downe And bend my muse vnto the Prophesie Where you may reade art mixt with industry Needs must I erre to erre all men are bent To perseuere is a bad beasts intent The Comparison O What a sea of blood shall England spill When Normans Prince and Palastinas friend With burgonets of steele our fieldes doth fill Brothers must striue as did Seuerus kind Enuious ambition makes iust nature blind Arunce and Brutus dead Alarums cease Publicola doth liue and loueth peace When Brutus dide Valerius then did raigne When Arunce fell the Tuscan Emperour fled When Tirrolls shaft shall enter Rufus braine When Henries life with Roberts lightes are fled When all these sleepe in natures earthly bed Norfolke shall giue to Stephen Henries due Peace then shall be but warre shall soone ensue Flora is fled stout Hiems weares her crowne Attir'd like Mars in furniture of steele Aniow and Blois striue for the Imperiall Crowne A griefe surpassing griefe doth England feele Whilst doubtfull Fortune turns her doubtfull wheele Camillus comes the Frenchmen feare his voice Alba is freed and Albion hath her choice When Rome was sackt Camillus ended strife And made Bellinus brother to dispaire When Germanes Empresse Mawd shall end her life Henry shall claime the crowne as lawfull heire His Eame in graue but he in regall chaire Is plac't and rules his princely Peeres with peace His sonnes rebell and concord gins to cease Now springs the plant from hence our ioy shall spring Victorious Aniow crownd in regall state Liuing adopts an heir inuests a King Vagratefull child spurd by a womans hate Sturd forraine foes the land to ruinate Romes sword is Consul foe-men tribute paies Both Henries dead Christs friend the Septer swaies Marcellus which did Syracusa burne Made Affricks praise to praise his matchles minde And place his ashes in a golden vrne So Aibious lyon sprung from lyons kinde When death the king and prince in cords shall binde Hee le spend his treasure for Iehouas good But woe alas a slaue shall spill his blood Designed Iohn disuests young Britaines Duke But Antichristians prince our sauiours foe Bringes Lewis in and doth him straight rebuke Egles of England yeeld to Swans of Poe A Monarch falles by Monkes fates wills it so Titus suruiues though flames Flaminius burne Worster is safe and Lewis doth returne At Thrasimenus valiant Titus fell In Prusias Court his sonne reuengde his death Form happie heauen though Iohn to haples hell Headlong did slide his sonne shall weare the wreath The Dolphen flyes and Mars begins to breath Tempestuous whitle-windes breake the Temple gate Of Peace the peers the king the prince the Baron hate Ciuill dissention and dislovall armes Cleerly declares Clares hidden enmitie A fatall starre foretelleth future harmes The legions meete each doth the other spye Eccho resounds S. George S. George both cry Gracchus is stabd young Scipio peace maintaines The Barrons tam'd all conquering Longshanckes raignes Romes enuious Tribunes that ignoble Tribe The vitious issue of a vertuous dame Did the base mindes of poore Plebeians bribe To gaine them honour with their Countries shame They dead the world did ring with Romanes faine So Clare and Mountford shall who being slaine Edward shall vanquish Calidonias plaine Acon is tane and Tunis feares his stroakes He loued peace yet bare a warriors shield Cambria disdain'd to weare her sisters yoake The Ensignes spred both striue to win the field The bridge is past and Leoline must yeeld Marius departs Proscriptio●s gin to cease The Prince of warre shall end his dayes in peace Destruction graz'd on fertill Italy Till Syllas legions vanquisht Marius might So ciuill warres shall feed on Britany Till Leolinus that all daring Knight Is tane by Edward in vnequall fight When Marius fell Concordia gan to smile So Wales will amplify faire Englands stile