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A18762	A reuyuing of the deade by verses that foloweth vvhich makes worthy men knowen, by the examples of King Henry the eight: King Edward the sixt: Sir Walter Mildmay: the last Erle of Warwick: and Sir Christofer Hatton, lately L. Chaunceller of England. VVith a declaration of the names of all the most honourable counsellers, that haue dyed since the beginning of the Queens Maiesties raigne	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1591 (1591)	STC 5253; ESTC S104986	7,031	14

sound his true reporte A famous Soldiarlike King FINIS The Epitaph of the most toward ympe of grace King Edward the sixt THe lamp is out that lightned English hartes Whose liuely showe beuty shone so bright And gaue such ioy to all our inward smartes That well was him that had theron a sight Edward I meane that was our King by right The golden torche and candle matutyne Did burne and blaze amid his Christall eyen But wel a way those lookes their life hath lost Full dimme and darke is now the sparke That whilom was the stay of Englands boast Now death hath dried this pleasant princely plāt And hent our hap an high aboue the Skyes who knows the losse but they that feel the want Wherfore the teares distilleth from our eyes But since this Lamb hath made his sacrifice And offred vp his life and vytall breath What can we blame but hastie cruell death which pluckt therose before his leaues wer spred yet shall his name remaine with fame And florish still although the floure be dead A face so fraught with fauour blooming still A cheere so chaste subduing eche desire A hed so ripe with grace and cunning skill A tongue so deckt and clad in trothes attyre A hart so meeke and cleane deuoide of yre An eare so pure to heare the poor mans cause A wit to iudge a zeale to make good lawes A hand so cleer from blood look well theron was seldome seene in youth so greene Alas the while our Lanterns light is gone His wit wan praise as by his waies appeeres His vertuous steppes wan fame among the wice His tender youth did teach the aged yeeres His sober life rebuked euery vice His woords works did passe the pearle in price His iestures all if they were grau'ne in golde A mirror were to learne both young and olde Wherfore vnmeete the earth is for his graue His place of rest is Abrahams brest A worthy Tomb for such a King to haue FINIS The Epitaph of the right honourable Counseller Sir Walter Mildmay Knight IN thirtie yeres there dropt away from mightye Caesars traine Of cheef account that bore great sway twice 10. twice 4. twaine That rul'd by course in Senate seate whilst glasse of life did run Whose fearfull frown and angry threat good subiects sought to shun Ech one found freends to waile below their death with greife of brest When from this world these guides did goe to place of greater rest But few in Court gaind more good will thē wise graue Mildmay did In whose milde show and worthy skill were heapes of vertues hid In Court not only lou'd alone but Country yeelds him fame and boasts that there his bounty shone burnd with quēchles flame Like blazing torche on mountaine top that could all blasts abide Yet seem'd but little twinckling Star which is farre off espyed But euery worde and sentence sweet he did in world let fall Exprest an hye and noble spirit and knowledge great withall His silence spake by stayed lookes but when he moou'd his tongue Like tinging bell of siluer sound the Counsell chamber ronge His inward man was arm'd and clad with priuye coate of proofe To vse and weare for others weale but not his owne behoofe No malice wrath nor angry rage nor sullen nature strange Could mooue his minde in all his age nor make his manner change A Father that could rules set downe of law and learned lore Knit vp such pointes in sentence short as few had heard before To Princ and state a member fit that Country could not spare Right sharp of sence profound of wit of iudgement deep and rare To suters all of nature good but to the Princes men A ready help from root of hart with head with hand and pen. Not sowre but full of sugred speech that quonched bitter gall As hony dropped from his lippes where liquour sweet should fall Sir Walter Mildmay water brought to nourish fountaine head Yet gaue to those that water sought and were with fountaine fed His promise wrought performance straight yet ware wise to speak Not won with gifts or worldly sleight that makes men promis break But drawne by iudgement and desart to showe his godly zeale That lodg'd in louing harmles hart that honord publique weale His credit so through God began whose grace was his defence That dayly he great credit wan and went with credit hence When pangues of death approch't apace would haue closd his eyne He spake with milde and cheerfull face glad words that were deuine Of eche degree as though some Saint were sent from God aboue To showe how he should serued be in faith in feare and loue Wherat the hearers all gan weep that then their Iewell lost Whiles Mildmay mildly fell a sleep and so gaue vp the ghost Not dead death hath but broke the stamp in Cābridg liues this knight Where he set vp so faire a lamp that giues all England light FINIS The Epitaph of the right honourable Lord Ambrose Dudley Erle of Warwicke LEaue off to write spare speech a space be mute O muse of mine Let blubring teares bedeaw thy face O waile with weeping eyne The course of life that drawes but breth in dollor all his dayes Till hart stringes burst till hower of death til pilgrim goes his wayes Vaine pomp is but a puffe or toy so is both rule and raigne For all that heere we do enioy is nought but woe and paine Hast thou not seene the highest tree receiue his falling blowe Death hath respect to no degree when life from hence must goe Satte Leyster not in Senate seate as hye as man might clime Was neuer heere none halfe so great nor happy in our time Yet loe a so daine leaue he tooke and went where God assignd His Brother that like Mars did looke a man of noble minde Who all good men did praise and loue is packt from vs in poste Thus when of force men must remooue and world desires him most His glasse is run his date is doone and he must bid farwell to all the pleasures vnder Sunne and all that heere do dwell But Warwick that won great good will too soone was hastned hence For Warwick was most warlike still to stand in rightes defence To serue the Prince his pursse or power was euer ready prest Like Fortresse or like stately Tower in armes among the best To spread in feilde the ragged staffe against all forraine foes As wind that driues both dust chaffe in th'aire where tēpest bloes So had he minde to thrust them downe that fight with stayned troth To harme or touch onr land our Crowne our Prince coūtry both Glad was Erle Warwick euery way to do the good he might In Court and Towne the world doth say he neuer harmed wight He kept the euen ballance iust that eche man had true weight He was a man of speciall trust cleane voyde of craft or sleight Most plain

A reuyuing of the deade by Verses that foloweth Which makes worthy men knowen by the examples of King Henry the eight King Edward the sixt Sir Walter Mildmay the last Erle of Warwick and Sir Christofer Hatton lately L. Chaunceller of England With a declaration of the names of all the most honourable Counsellers that haue dyed since the beginning of the Queens Maiesties raigne AT LONDON Printed for Edward VVhite and are to be solde at his Shop neere the little north doore of Saint Paules Church at the signe of the Gun 1591. TO THE RIGHT HONOVVRABLE M. I. Wolley Secretary for the latin tong and one of her Maiesties Priuie Councel Thomas Churchyard wisheth increase of honour aboundance of knowledge blessednes of life IN calling to minde right honourable the continuance of your fauour and amiable countenance towards me I found my selfe indetted and vnable but by affection or good will to deserue the least part of your curtesies yet looking on your manie yeares spent in learning and knowledge for the which vertue God hath called you to an honourable place I thought by some studie albeit my iudgement weake to lead on your good liking so farre into my labors that you shold not only affect my writings but also accept the poor present I offer which although they be but papers stuffed full of verses yet the plaiines of the matter and good meaning of the writer I hope shall purchase some small season as a passing of the time to make you beholde the willing paines I bestow This first presumption penneth out the Epitaphs of 2. good Kings that gouerned this land of late and sheweth by Epitaphs 3. other most honorable Counsellers that dyed not long agoe vnto the which 5. great personages I was bound for benefits receiued and so in the end of my dayes which cannot be long to be thankful for good turnes and discharging of dutie I haue set foorth by the passage of those that are gone before showes heer is no certain habitatiō or sure dwellīg place for thos that are left hinde placed heer below a little while to look for a better world aboue The Tragedies in my next book called my Challenge shal make manifest at the full the effect of those passages of which Tragedyes you shall haue a sufficient portion that therby the world shall see what wrong I haue suffred to endure a deniall by busie tunges of mine owne workes Shores wife shall speake in her kinde to defend me and such as waites on her because her good fortunes were worthy waiting on shall tell the world I haue beene abused and not iustly and rightly vnderstood and in gods good giftes for his glories sake my book of Chalenge shal chalenge all honest labours that euer I did in my daies deny them who please Now these bare verses and barren Epitaphes bringing no better frute but the death of some one or other makes euery line vnwelcome that showes no cheerfull newes but time that discouers all accidents and death in his fury brings pardon by the trueth that is found and such as in seasonable time do truly vtter that becomes them are halfe excused though their boldnes be great So neither fearing the open barker that makes a great bruite nor the priuie byter that makes a great woūd to the mildnes of your sweet censure I offer these plaine Epitaphs that follow partly to make you beleeue I am mindfull of my promise and cheefely for that I know my L. Chancellers death was sorowfull vnto you so knoweth God who encrease your honorable credite Yours in all humblenes at cōmaundment Thomas Churchyard The Epitaph of the most Triumphant King King Henry the eight THe flower whose smell is past lyes dead like withered weed the blosom burnt with scorchig blast yeelds nether senxt nor seed The Sunnie day declin'd lookes like di●●e darksome night Cleere clowds o're cast with blustring wind soon loseth former light The tree that axe hewes downe lies flat where bowes do fall And greater things of more renown are scarce thought of at all When their decay drawes on bid rotten frute a dew When olde delights are dead and gone world welcomes fancies new Olde Kinges whose glory shone as bright as Phoebus face Lyes lowe in Windsor now alone with no great-Princely grace To write of Henryes raigne a true discourse to tell A world of wit it would containe and please the readers well For such a King as he though heer bewail'd with pen Ought still of dutie honourd be among all English men His loue to Countryes soyle like-Father to his sonne Kept all true subiects free from foile how ere worlds course did run His woord no sooner past but at a becke obayd He stood like Fort full firme and fast and made his foes affraid His bountie did abound his largesse had no end Gaue freely where desartes he found yet had inough to spend A flowing Fountaine head that ran faire streames of golde To euery place through pypes of lead and Conduits treble-folde But cheefely to those men whose seruice crau'de reward There sprouting springs gusht now then great grace with great regard A glorie great he took in giuing golde as drosse As one that still for fame did look disdaining mucke and mosse A Lyon in the feild that made wilde tygers tame And many a woorthie Towne to yeeld so fearfull was his name A King that made Kings stoop and held them all in awe When he him selfe did neuer droop for any thing he saw A King that took no wrong of none in deed nor word But would haue right ere it were long or trye the same with sword The Emperour Charles the fift came here his loue to craue The French King met our King at Guynes his fauour for to haue And when he was in Fraunce as fortune flong the maine At Flowdan feilde as was the chaunce a noble King was slaine Whose Lords at Sollo mosse the olde Lord Wharton tooke The fleet of Fraunce at Portsmouth to durst not on Henry looke His Shippes burnt Trayport than and causd that Coast to quake He went before to T●●wyn towne and so Turney did take Wonne Bulleigne after this built neere it many a seat All yeeldes where King in person is his presence was so great Whiles these things were in hand as doutfull ballance stood In Scotland many a warlike band he had for causes good He neuer carde for peace nor how began the iarre If he his Kingdome could increase or honour winne by warre Shall such a King now sleep with crawling wormes below Nay rather we his losse should weep that did defend vs so Praise Caesar you that please and lookes into a state There was not borne beyond the seas nor yet in England late So great a King in deed for many speciall thinges Turne ore your books both look reed among your famous Kings And Henry theight shall goe amid the noblest sorte When Trump of fame shall shrillie blowe to