A CROVVNE GARLAND OF GOVLDEN ROSES Gathered out of Englands royall garden Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted By Richard Iohnson AT LONDON Printed by G. Eld for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop at Christ Church gate 1612 A PRINCELY SONG made of the Red Rose and together by king Henry the seauenth and Elizabeth Plantaginet daughter to Edward the fourth from whom our now Soueraigne Lord King Iames linnially descended To the tune of when Flying fame WHen Yorke and Lankaster made war within this famous land The liues of Englands royall péeres did in much danger stand Seauen English Kings in bloody feelds for Englands crowne did fight In which their heires were all but twaine of liues bereaued quight Then thirty thousand Englishmen were in one battle slaine Yet could not all this English blood a setled peace obtaine For fathers kind their déere sonnes killd and sonnes their fathers slew Yea kindreds fought against their kind and not each others knew At last by Henries lawfull claime this wasting warre had end For Englands peace he soone restord and did the same defend For Tyrant Richard namd the third chiefe bréeder of this woe By him was slaine neare Leaster towne as cronicles doc show All feares of warre he thus exild which ioyd each Englishman And daies of long desired peace within the land began He ruld his Kingdome by true loue to theire his subiects liues For euery one had dayly ioy and comfort of their wines King Henry had such princely care our further peace to frame Tooke faire Elizabeth to wife that gallant Yorkest dame Fourth Edwards daughter blest of God to scape King Richards spight Was thus made Englands peareles Quéene and Henries hearts delight Thus Henry first of Tudors name and last of Lankaster With Yorkes right heire a true-loues knot did linke and tie full fast Renowned Yorke the White Rose gaue braue Lankaster the Red By wedlocke here conioynd to grow both in one princely bed These Roses sprang and budded faire and carried such a grace That Kings of England in their armes affords them worthy place And florish may these Roses long that all the world may tell The owner of these princely flowers in vertues doe excell To glorifie these Roses more King Henry and his Quéene First plac'd their pictures in red gold most gorgrous so be séene The Kings owne gard now weares the same vpon their backes and brest Where loue and loyalty remaines and euer-more shall rest The Red Rose on the backe is plast thereon a crowne of gold The White Rose on the brest as braue and costly to behold Bedeckt most rich with siluer stues on cotes of Scarlet red A blushing hew which Englands same now many a yeare hath bred Thus Tudor and Plantaginet these honors first deuized To well-come long desired peace with vs so dearely prized A peace that now maintayned is by Iames our royall King For peacobrings plenty to the land with euery blessed thing To speake againe of Henries praise his Princely liberall hand Gaue guifts and graces many waies vnto this famous land For which the Lord him blessings sent and multiplied his store In that he left more wealth to vs then any any King before For first his swéet and louely Quéene a ioy aboue the rest Brought him both sonnes and daughters faire to make this kingdome blest The royall blood that was at ebb so increased by this Quéene That Englands heires vnto this day doe florish faire and gréene The first faire blessing of his séede was Arthur prince of Wales Whose vertues to the Spanish court quite ore the Ocean sayles There Ferdinand the King of Spaine his daughter Katherne gaue For wife vnto the English Prince a thing that God would haue Yet Arthur in his lofty youth and blooming time of age Submitted méekely his swéet life to deaths impartiall rage Who dying so no issew left the swéet of natures ioy Which compast England round with griefâ— and Spaine with sad anoy King Henries second comfort prou'd a Henry of his name In following time eight Henry cald a King of noble fame He conquered Bullen by his sword With many townes in France His manly might and fortitude did Englands fame aduance He Popish Abbies first supprest and Papestry puld downe And bound their lands by parliment vnto his royall crowne He had thrée children by thrée wiues all Princes raining here Edward Mary and Elizabeth a Quéene belou'd most deare These thrée swéet branches bare no frute God no such ioy did send Through which the Kingly Tudors name in England here had end The last Plantaginet that liu'd was nam'd Elizabeth Elisabeth last Tudor was the greatest Quéene of earth Seuenth Henry yet we name againe Whose grace gaue frée consent To haue his daughters married both to Kings of high dessent Margret the eldest of the twaine Was made great Scotlands Quéene As wise as faire as vertuous as eare was Lady séene From which faire Quéene our royall King by lineall course descendeth And rightfully inioyes that crowne Which God now still befrendeth For Tudor and Plantaginet by yéelding vnto death Hath made renowned Stewards name the greatest vpon earth His younger daughter Mary calld as Princely by degrée Was by her father worthy thought the Quéene of France to be And after to the Suffolke Duke was made a noble wise Where-in the famous English court she lead a vertuous life King Henry and his louely Quéene reioyst to sée the day To haue their children thus aduanst with honors euery way Which purchast pleasure and content with many a yeares delight Till sad mischance by cruell death procur'd them both a spight The Quéene that faire and princely damo that mother méeke and mild To ad more number to her ioyes againe grew big with child All which brought comfort to her King against which carefull hower He lodgd his deare kind-hearted Quéene in Londons stately Tower That Tower which prou'd so fatal once to Princes of degrée Prou'd fatall to this noble Quéene for therein died she In child-bed lost she her swéet life her life estéemed so deare Which had béene Englands louing Quéene full many a happy yeare The King herewith pocest with griefe spent many months in moane And dayly sight and said that he like her could find out none Nor none could he in fancy chuse to make his wedrd wise Therefore a widdower would remaine the remnant of his life His after daies be spent in peace and quietnesse of mind Like King and Quéene as these two were the world can hardly find Our King and Queene yet like to them in vertue and true loue Haue heauenly blessings in like sort from heauenly powers aboue A delightfull song of the foure famous feasts of England the one of them ordayned by King Henry the seuenth of the honor of Marchant Taylers shewing how seauen Kings haue bin free of that company and now â—â—stly graced with the loue of our renowned Prince Henry of great Brittaine To the tune of Treatans toy ENgland is
a Kingdome of all the world admired More statclinesse in pleasures can no way be desired The court is full of brauery the citty stor'd with wealth The law preserueth vnity the country kéepeth health Yet no like pompe and glory our cronicles record As foure great feasts of England do orderly afford All others be but dinners calld or banquete of good sort And none but sowre be named feasts which here I will report Saint Georges feast the first of all maintained is by Kings Where much renowne and royalty thereof now dayly rings Princes come from forraine lands to be Saint Georges Knights The goulden garter thus is worne by sundry worthy wights Saint George our English champion in most delightfull sort Is celebrated yeare by yeare in Englands royall court The King with all his noble traine in gould and rich aray Still glorisies the festiuall of great Saint Georges day The honored Maior of London the second feast ordaines By which the worthy cittizens much commendation gaines For Lords and Iudges of the land and Knights of good request To Guild hall comes to countenance Lord Maior of Londons feast Also the Sargeants of the law another feast asords With grace and honor glorified by Englands Noble Lords And this we call the Sargiant feast a third in name and place But yet there is a fourth like wise deserues as gallant grace The Marchant Taylors company that fellowship of fame To Londons lasting dignity liues honored with the same A guist King Henry the seauenth gaue kept once in thrée yeares still Where gould and gounes be to poore men giuen by King Hemies will Full many good fat burks be sent the fairest and the best The Kings large forrests can afford to grace this worthy fâ—ast A feast that makes the number iust and last account of â—oure Therefore let England thus report of feasts there be no more Then let all London companies so highly in renowne Giue Marchant taylors name and same to weare the lawrell crowne For seuen of Englands royall Kings thereof haue all béene frée And with their loues and fauors grac'd this worthy company King Richard once the second nam'd vnhappy in his fall Of all these race of royall Kings was frée-man first of all Bullinbrooke fourth Henry next by order him succéeds To gloryfie this brotherhood by many Princely déeds Fift Henry which so valiently deserued fame in France Became free of this company faire London to aduance Sixt Henry then the next in raigne though lucklesse in his daies Of Marchant-taylors free-man was to his eternall praise Fourth Edward that right worthy King beloued of great and small Also performd a frée mans loue to this renowned Hall Third Richard which by cruellty brought England many woes Unto this worthy company no little fauour showes But richest fauours yet at last procéeded from a King Whose wisdome round about the world in Princes eares doth ring King Henry whome we call the seuenth made them the greatest gracd Because in marchant Taylors Hall his picture now stands placed Their charter was his Princely guift maintaynd unto this day He added Marchant to the name of Taylors as some say So Martchant Taylors they be cal'd his royall loue was so No London company the like estate of Kings can shoe From time to time we thus behold the Marchant-Taylers glory Of whose renowne the Muses pens may make a lasting story This loue of Kings begot such loue of our now royall Prince For greater loue then his to them was nere before nor since It pleased so his Princely minde in méeke kinde curtesie To be a friendly frée-man made of this braue company London then in heart reioyce and Marchant Taylers sing Forth prayses of this gentle Prince the sonne of our good King To tell the welcomes to the world he then in London had Might sill vs full of pleasing ioyes and make our hearts full glad His triumphs there performd and done long lasting will remaine And Chronicles report aright the order of it plaine The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants To the tune of Diana In Warwicke-sheir there stands a downe and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name Adioyning to a country towne made famous by a maidens name Fairo Isabel she called was a shepheards daughter as some say To wigmoores eare her fame did passe as he in Warwicke Casile lay Poore loue-sicke Lord immediatly vpon her fame set his delight And thought much pleasure sure did lie possessing of so swéet a wight Therfore to Dunsmore did repaire to recreate his sickly mind Where in a summers euening faire his chance was Isabell to find She sat amidst a medow greene most richly spred with smelling flowers And by a riuer she was seene to spend away some euening howers There sat this maâ—den all alone washing her selfe in secret wise Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon did much delight his longing eyeâ—â— She thinking not to be espied had layd from her her Contrey tire The tresses of her haire vntide hung glistring like the golden wier And as the slakes of winters snow that lies vnmelted on the plaines So white her body was in show like siluer springs did run her vaines He rauisht with this pleasing sight Stood as a man amazed still Suffring his eyes to take delight That neuer thought they had their fill She blinded his affection so That reasons rules were led awry And loue the coales of lust did blow Which to a fire soone slamed hye And though he knew the sinne was great Yet burned so within his brest With such a vehement scorching heat That none but she could lend him rest Lord Wigmoore thus beeing drownd in lust By liking of this dainty Dame He call'd a seruant of great trust Inquiring straight what was her name She is quoth he no married wife But a Shepheards daughter as you sée And with her father leads her life Whose dwellings by these pastures bée Her name is Isabel the saire Then stay quoth he and speake no more But to my Castle straight her beare Her sight hath wounded me full sore Thus to Lord Wigmoore she was brought Who with delight his fancies fed And through his sute such means he wrought That he intic'd her to his bed This beeing done incontinent She did returne from whence she came And euery day she did inuent To couer her receiued shame But ere three months were fully past Her crime committed plaine appeares Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast She long complain'd with weeping teares The complaint of faire Isabell for the losse of her honor at the end whereof shee slew her selfe To the same tune LOrd Wigmoore thus I haue defild And spotted my
Glosters aime did stand Ould Buckingham with might and power in seas of woes did him deuoure He hoped when Richard was made King he would much greater honors bring To Buckingham and to his name and well reward him for the same In Clarence death he had a hand and gainst King Edwards Quéen did stand And to hir sonnes bore little lâ—ue when he as Bastards would them prooue King Edward swore him by his oth in true aledgeance to them both Which if I faile I wish quoth he all Christians curse may light on me It so fell out on All Soules day by law his life was tane away He had his wish though not his will for treasons end is alwaies ill In London hauing pleaded claime and Richard there by won the game He challengd honour for his gaine but was rewarded with disdaine On which disgrace within few houres Great Buckingham had raisd his powers But all in vaine the King was strong and Stafford néeds must suffer wrong His Army faild and durst not stand vpon a Traitors false command Beeing thus deceaued onld Stafford fled not knowing where to hide his head The King with speed to haue him found did offer ful two thousand pound Thus Richard sought to cast him downe whose wit did win him Englands Crowne The plaine old Duke his life to saue of his owne man did succour craue In hope that he would him releiue that late much land to him did giue Base Banester this man was nam'd by this vild déed for euer sham'd It is quoth he a common thing to iniure him that wrongd his King King Edwards children he betraid the like gainst him I will haue plaid Being true my heart him greatly graft but prouing false that loue is past Thus Banester his maister sold vnto his foe for hier of gold But marke his end and rightly see the iust reward of trechery The Duke by law did loose his blood for him he sought to doe most good The man that wrought his Maisters woe by lingring griefe was brought full low For when the King did heare him speake how basely he the Duke did take Instead of gold gaue him disgrace with vanishment from towne and place Thus Banester was forst to beg and craue for food with cap and leg But none to him would bread bestow that to his master proued a foe Thus wandred he in poore estate repenting his misdeed to late Till starued he gaue vp his breath by no man pittied at his death To wofull ends his Children came sore punisht for their fathers shame Within a kennell one was drownd where water scarse could hide the ground Another by the powers diuine was strangely eaten vp of swine The last a wofull ending makes by strangling in a stinking Iakes Let traitors this behold and see and such as false to masters be Let disobedient sonnes draw neere these iudgements wel may touch them néerâ— Both old and young that liue not well looke to be plagu'd by heauen or hell â—o haue you heard the story than of this great Duke of Buckingham The wofull death of Queene Iane Wife to King Henry the eight and how King Edward was cut out of his mothers belly To the tune of the lamentation for the Lord of Essex VVHen as King Henry ruld this land he had a Quéene I vnderstand Lord Semors daughter faire and bright King Henries comfort and delight Yet death by his remorslesse power did blast the bloome of this sweet flower Oh mourne mourne mourn faire Ladies Iane your Quéene the flower of England dies His former Quéenes béeing wrapt in lead This gallant Dame possest his bed Where rightly from her wombe did spring a ioyfull comfort to hir King A welcome blessing to the land preserud by Gods most holy hand Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies The Queen in trauell pained sore full thirty wofull daies and more And no way could deliuered be as euery Lady wisht to see Wherefore the King made greater mone then euer yet his grace had showne Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies Beeing somthing eased in his mind his eyes a slumbring sleepe did find Where dreaming he had lost a rose but which he could not well suppose A ship he had a rose by name oh no it was his royall Iane Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Queen the flower of England dies Being thus perplext in greefe and care a Lady to him did repaire And said oh King shew vs thy will thy Queenes sweet life to saue or spill If she cannot deliuered be yet saue the flower if not the tree Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéene the flower of England dies Then downe vppon his tender knée for help from heauen prayed he Meane while into a sleepe they cast his Quéene which euermore did last And opening then her tender woombe aliue they tooke this budding bloome Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead This babe so borne much comfort brought and cheard his fathers drooping thought Prince Edward he was cald by name gracâ—d with vertue wit and fame And when his father left this earth he ruld this land by law full birth Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands dead But marke the powerfull will of heauen we from this ioy were soone bereauen Sir yeares he raigned in this land and then obeyed Gods command And left his Crowne to Mary heere whose fiue years raigne cost England deare Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Iane your Quéen the flower of Englands deaâ— Elizabeth raigned next to her Europes pride and Englands starre Wonder world foor such a Quéene vnder heauen was neuer seene A mayd a Saint an Angell bright in whom all princes tooke delight Oh mourne mourne mourne faire Ladies Elizabeth the flower of Englands dead A short and sweet sonnet made by one of the maides of honor vpon the death of Queene Elizabeth which she sowed vppon a sampler in red silke To a new tune or to Phillida flouts me GOne is Elizabeth whom we haue lou'd so deare She our kind Mistris was full foure and forty yeare England she gouernd well not to be blamed Flanders sho succord still and Ireland tamed France she befrended Spaine she hath soiled Papists reiected and the Pope spoyled To Princes powerfull to the world vertuous To her foes mercifull to subiects gracious Her soule is in heauen the world keepes her glory Subiects her good deeds and so ends my story The life and death of famous Th. Stukely an English gallant in the time of Queene Elizabeth who ended his dayes in a battaile of Kings in Barbarie To the tune of King Henries going to Bullin IN the west of England borne there was I vnderstand A famous gallant liuing in his dayes by birth a wealthy Clothiers sonne Deeds of wonder he hath done to purchase him a
long and lasting praise If I should tell his story pride was all his glory And lusty Stuekly he was cald in court he serud a Bishop of the west And did accompany the best maintaining still him selfe in galant sort Being thus esteemed and euery where well deemed He gaind the fauour of a London dame daughter to an Alderman Curtis he was called than to whom a sutor gallantly he came When she his person spied he could not be denied So braue a Gentle man he was to see she was quickly made his wife In weale or woe to lead her life her father willingly did so agree Thus in state and pleasure ful many daies they measure Till cruell death with his regardles spight bore old Curtis to his graue A thing that Stukely wisht to haue that he might reuell all in gold so bright He was no sooner toombed but Stukely presumed To spend a hundred pound that day in wast the brauest gallants of the land Had Stukelies purse at their command thus merily the time away he past Tauerns and Ordinaries were his cheefest braueries Goulden angells flew there vp and downe râ—â—ts were his best delight With stately feastings day and night in court and Citty thus he won renowne Thus wasting land and liuing by this his lawlesse giuing At last he sould the pauements of his yard which couered were with blocks of tin Old Curtis left the same to him which he consumed vainely as you heard Where at his wife sore greeued desird to be relceued Make much of me deere husband she did say I le make much more of thee quoth he then any one shall verily I le â—ell thy clothes and so will go my way Cruelly thus hearted away from her he parted And trauelled to Italy with speed there he slorisht many a day In his silkes and rich aray and did the pleasures of a Lady feed It was this Ladies pleasure to giue him gold and treasure And to maintaine him in great pomp and faine at last came newes assuredly Of a batlaile fought in Barbary and he would valiantly go see the same Many a noble gallant sould both land and tallant To follow Stukely to this famous fight whereas three Kings in person would Aduentrously with courage bould within the battaile shew themselues in sight Stukely and his followers all of the King of Portugall Had entertainement like to gentlemen the King affected Stukely so That he his secrets all did know and bore his royall standard now and then Upon this day of honour each King did shew his banner Morocco and the King of Barbery Portugall with al his traine Brauely glistred on the plaine and gaue the onset there most valiantly The Cannons they resounded thundring drums rebounded Kill kill as then was all the soldiers cry mangled men lay on the grownd And with blood the earth was dround the sun was likewise darkened in the skye Heauen was sore displeased and would not be appeased But tokens of Gods heauy wrath did show that he was angry at this war He sent a fearefull blazing star wherby these Kings might their misfortunes know Bloody was this slaughter or rather wilfull murther Whhere six score thousand fighting men was slaine three Kings within this battaile died With forty Dukes and Carles beside the like will neuer more be fought againe With woful armes infoulding Stukely stood beholding This bloody sacrifice of soules that day he sighing said I wofull wight Against my Conscience heere did fight and brought my followers all vnto decay Being thus molested and with greefes oppressed These braue Italians that did sell their lands with Stukely thus to trauell forth And venture liues for little worth vpon him al did lay their murthering hands Unto death thus wounded his heart with sorrow sounded And to them all he made this heauy mone thus haue I left my contry deere To be so vildly murthered heere euen in this place wheras I am not known My wife I haue much wronged for what to her belonged I vainely spent in idle course of life what I haue done is past I sée And bringeth naught but greefe to me therfore grant now thy pardon gentle wife Life I see consumeth and death I feele presumeth To change this life of mine into a new yet this me greatest comfort brings I liu'd and died in loue of Kings and so braue Stukely bids the world adew Stukelies life thus ended was after death befrended And like a soldier buried gallantly where now there stands vpon his graueÌ„ A stately temple builded braue with golden Turrets peircing in the skye FINIS A most royall song of the life and death of our late renowned Princesse Queene Elizabeth To the tune of the Ladies fall IN England raigned once a king eight Henry cald by name Which made faire Anne of bullaine Queene of England in great fame UUho brought vnto this Centry ioy and to her King delight A daughter that in England made Gods Gospell shine most bright At Greenwitch was this Princesse borne that gallant place in Kent A house belou'd of Kings and Queenes a house of sweet content Euen in her childhood she beganne so stor'd with heauenly grace That all Estates both high and low her virtues did embrace None like Elizabeth was found in learning so deuine She had the perfect skilfull arts of all the muses nine In Latten Gréeke and Hebrew shée most excellent was knowne To forraine Kings Ambassadors the same was daily showne The Itallian French and Spannish tongue she well could speake and read The Turkish and Arabian spéech grew perfect at her need Her musicke made her wonderfull so cunning therein found The fame whereof about the world in Princes eares did sound Yet when her royall parents liues by death were tane away And her deare brother Edward turnd to clodds of earth and clay Her cruell sister Mary sought her lasting greefe and woe Regarding not the guifts that God vppon her did bestow A bloody raigne Queene Mary liud a Papist in beléefe Which was vnto Elizabeth a great heart breaking gréefe A faithfull Protestant was she at which Quéene Mary spighted And in Elizabethes mishaps she daily much delighted Poore maiden by the Bishops wills in prison she was put And from her frends and comforters in cruell manner shut Much hoping she would turne in time and her true faith forsake But firme she was and patiently did all these troubles take Her sister forthwith gaue command her diat to be small Her seruants like wise very few Yea almost none at all And also would haue tane her life but that King Phillip said Oh Quéene thy contry will report thou hast the Tiger plaid The Lord thus put this King in mind his chosen Saint to saue And likewise to Quéene Maries life a sodaine ending gaue And so Elizabeth was fetcht from prison to a crowne Which she full foure and forty yeares possest with much renowne She popery first of all supprest and in our English tongue Did cause Gods