her plates The wreath of Conquest in a Generous minde Is an inducement to a moderation In all exalted spirits you shall finde Something of humblenesse for mitigation And Old Rome built as Marius thought best The Fane of Honour lower than the rest He conquer'd yet lay prostrate in the field His sacred Campe did like a Temple looke Where Henry first diâ— stand now Henry kneeld And chang'd his sword into a Prayer Booke And solemnely did a Te Deum say Heaven 's a kinde Creditour whom thankes can pay Care and his Crowne met at his Head together He is no sooner King but he must be An Oedipus and solve this riddle whether He 'le claime by Wife or Birth or Victory But for this Triple Knot Henry had stor'd A Tripple wedge and broke this threefold Cord. If by his Wife he in effect had sayd The line of Yorke was better than his owne Or why should man who is the womans Head To a womans hand doe Homage for a Crowne And Henry thought it an unkingly thing To have his Crowne indebted to his Ring Nor would he claime by Conquest or give part Vnto the sword for that would but affright The Realme to forc'd obedience and start Men into giddy subjects for it might Make their faith stagger and obedience reele If Henries Scepter had beene made of Steele At last his love to himselfe made the case plaine That Titles Royall in his blood did flow And every Veine was a Basilick veine This made him absolute Henry did know That Princes were most independent when Their Crownes doe hold of Nature not of men Having thus defin'd which sodainely was done For 's consultation and his choyse did goe Together in a Progresse he set on For London in a Coach unseene and so Appearing not some God appear'd to be Whom men adore and yet no shape doe see Then Orisons and Hymnes at Pauls were sung And as before Te Deum sung agen His Banners in the Church for offrings hung When Henry pray'd in th' Armie the Campe then Appear'd a Church when he his Banners rear'd Within the Church the Church a Camp appear'd Suspicion now whisper'd these aires about That Henry was not reall every head That could nor cleare yet could create this doubt That Henry never would with England wed And joyne with Yorke How can a sâ—eete enfold Two houses which a Kingdome could not hold This doubt had ground for he had given some Hope To match with Brettaigne But his case requir'd Some reservation and an other scope Than he pretended or than they desir'd In Common Tracts great actions must not goe Here that 's the Kings high way which fewest know To hush this talke he promis'd faithfully To match at home and make this noise appeare A Fable gotten in adultery Betweene a scandalous Tongue and itching Eare. Bad them trust Henry not the Buzze of Fame Which like some Hound opens where is no game His Coronation then he hastened Which that the title might be all his owne â—efore the marriage was accomplished â—east she might seeme a sharer in the Crowne For though in other loves 't is strange yet he Knew that his love might here his Riv all be â—nd for his Glory and his safety too â—e did erect the Guard Henry conjorn'd â—hings different in themselves what none could doe â—he two discordant Roses he combin'd And which have rarely beene allie'd by fate He did unite security and state â—hen cal'd a Parliament so to proclaime â—hat Iustice was the Rule he 'de governe by â—nd that a Crowne alone was not his ayme â—hus Hercules constelled in the skie Though with one hand he at the Crowne doth reach He doth the other to the Balance stretch There with a Generall Pardon he allaies The feares of th' Adverse Party he did finde That feare lodg'd in a subjects brest can raise A dangerous Passion as we see combind Th' Order of Causes in the Chaine of Fate So 't is in Passions if we feare we hate Statutes 'gainst Riots were enacted then By penalties to crush sedition I' th' shell for a confused Masse of men Is as the Chaos whence Rebellion Is first created and all Riots are The seedes and Elements of Civill warre The Parliament dissolved he begunne To make his summer Progresse with his shine To cleare the Northerne ayre and like the sunne To Cancer did approach the Tropicke signe And warming there the Yorke-addicted Hearts He made the Summer Solstice in those parts Stafford and Lovell now who had not dar'd To leave their Sanctuaries had he beene neare Rise in the South like some new starres nor feard The King thus distant boldly to appeare Like Venus shine at noone if she doth runne Her greatest Elongation from the sunne Lord Lovell with his powrs advancing forth March'd towards Yorke the King to let them know He was in 's Zodiack still though so farre North Did suddenly against the Rebels goe In civill discords a delay may be More dangerous than a temeritie But by his Heralds first he pardons sent So Tamberlane sent his white flagge before Henry by lenitives not corsives meant Those ulcerated members to restore No soldier but a Herald nor a blow But strange a Pardon overthrew the foe The best of Trophees chiefely when the warre Is betweene King and subject those are best Complexion'd conquests which least sanguine are And those most modest which doe blush the least Camillus once was by Romes Senate thought Worthy to Triumph though he had not fought And greatest Trophee too they layd their hearts At Henries feete to be triumphed o're And yeelded their mindes captive which imparts The bravest glory to the Conquerour For 't is more hard to reconcile than kill For you may force ones pow'r but not his will After this Northerne blast was overblowne The King is made the Father of a Sonne Arturus cal'd after whose birth did frowne State-tempests in the land new stormes begun To shake his throne thus tempests beate the skies Soone as that starre which beares his name doth rise A new King is in making who pretended Fourth Edwards blood and that his line was not Broke off nor yet his lawfull issue ended And when a King a Prince of Wales had got A Priest steps in and undertakes to get A Duke of Yorke or a Plantagenet A Bakers sonne the Preist intends to mold Into a Prince a matter that would sute Well wrought with any feature how they could Transchange the Bakers bread I le not dispute This act is almost of as high a state The Bakers sonne he 'le Transubstantiate First he resolv'd his scenicke Prince should play The Duke of Yorke but when he heard the King Purpos'd to make Plantagenet away He chang'd his Theame and his Mercuriall thing Must act young Warwicke when this Prince is slaine Enter his Ghost new conjur'd up againe The Boy was capable all formes t' admit Like the Materia prima and might be By some Philosopher mistooke
for it In him as in some Pictures you might see A different face on this side he was tooke For Yorke on that he did like Warwick looke Yet if you marke the Consequents you may Conceive that the Queene Dowager was she That did this Picture draw the Project lay For Henry mu'd her up at Bermondsey Iust at that time who else had nothing done Worth turning of a Queene into a Nun. Beside the Priest did ne're the Coppie see He was to write by nor the â—aâ—e survay He was to pourtraict like young Painters he Did on this Peece but the dead colours lay Her Pencell 't was so did it to the life That th' extract with the patterne was at strife Yet though the Peece was lim'd most curiously He knew his object must not stand too neere Th' examination of a judging eye His Picture farthest fairest would appeare This show must be farre off or in the night His Puppit-play was best by Candle-light The Priest to Ireland for this reason goes Their humours there did with the place agree Who did inhabit by the Alpin snowes Their valour like their snow dissolv'd would be As Florus hath of old observ'd and here The Bogges and men equally ticklish were Some of the great ones first came fairely on T' adore this Idoll but the People doe Runne headlong in a wild devotion As in a Iacke the greater Wheeles doe goe With soft and sober turnings but the lesse Are hurried with a whirling giddinesse At Dublin Castle he was entertain'd With honour due unto a King brought thence He 's in the Church proclaimed where he feignd The Genuine bravery of a naturall Prince That of Sebastian sorteth with this Else He was the true one or the Divell himselfe When in the fable Mercury is sayd To baffle Sofia that he knew not whether He was himselfe or not he never playd More neately for if these two met together It might be feared that this Mimicke Youth Would have Out-York'd him that was York in truth The Country where they layd the Scene did more Trouble our Henry than the part they playd For if the King in Person should sayle o're England would rise though Ireland should be lay'd Like the Barbarians Emblem of the hide Tread upon one you raise the other side Lost in this doubt the King resolves to try His usuall Art of warre and to stand sure At the old guard he conquer'd Rebels by He threw a Pardon out 't was Henries lure That Rebels stoop'd at and his fairest way To win for Henries Olive was his Bay â—hen that th' Imposture might be plainely seene 〈◊〉 Publicke true Plantagenet was showne 〈◊〉 the disparity that was betweene The Truth and Counterfeit was easâ—y knowne They judg'd without a Perspective and glasse That this a starre that but a Meteor was Lincolne knew well this fallacie yet he Pretending Ignorance to Ireland sayld This Earle by Richard was design'd to be The next successour if right Heires had fail'd And he resolv'd when e're the field was won This King should Play no more his part was done This flash was but a Starre imaginary But the reflex of a Plantagenet That of it selfe would vanish and miscarry And this by Henry or eclips'd or set And Lincolne thought when they should disappeare To be translated to the English spheare Burgundias Dutchesse next whose envious eye Star'd upon Henry to effascinate His greatnesse did with so much malice rise That Nature seem'd this Lady to create To try a new experiment and see How much might goe to th'making of a Shee They call'd this Dutchesse Henries Iuno who As if her fingers spun the threds of fate For the two Rivall families did doe Or undoe any thing and meditate To raise the Yorkists Henry to destroy Yorke was her Greece and Lancaster her Troy The reputation of the Dutchesse lent Face to the Action and her forces Heart Two thousand Almaines to their ayde were sent Vnder the charge of old experienc'd Swart Such are best leaders for old chiefes are such Whom death ev'n makes a conscience to touch Thus bravely back'd they cal'd a Councell whether The warre and action should be seated there For that of force would draw our Henry thether And stirre up dangerous alteration here Be not the Lyon or the Eagle by And every beast will rore every bird fly But nor that Country bred nor could be bought Enough to keepe so great an armie there Ev'n hunger would have made their bellies thought Their throates were cut before a sword came neare And make them such thin starvelings that they might Be fitter for a visit than a fight This made the Peoples generall votes encline For England they in civill discords strike The businesse home nor dare the chiefes decline Their wishes for they lead their leaders like The Dragon in the fable where the head Was in the rereward and the taile did lead It was good Policie to make the warre Invasive for invaders seeme to come With bravest Hearts and th' Irish thought they were So freinded here that they might beat 's at home And Scipio spake an Oracle when he Sayd Africk must in Africk conquer'd be Soone did the Rebels under the command Of Lincolne Swart of Lovell and Kildare In Lancashire without impeachment land No Fleet to intercept them being there Strange since attempts by Sea are best withstood In cittadels of Oke and walls of wood The Art of warre hath rarely thought it fit To let our enemie land determind so In fatall eighty eight or to admit Vpon our shore th impression of a foe T is ominous and hath beene often knowne They stampe the ground they tread on for their own But Henry gave them landing so he did To Perkin after else the King had showne Perhaps injustice should he them forbid To enter peaceably upon their owne Poore things he let them come into his traine Then Piniond them from flying backe againe Landed their march points towards Yorke a place Once fit for their designes for 't was the Bed Where the White Roses grew and whence the race Of all the true Plantagenets was spred That Corner for his shrine this Image chose And there a Bramble would supplant a Rose But had not shame made silence Lovell might Have told the nature of the place was changd T was there where he himselfe refus'd to fight And ran away when all his men were rang'd And Henry had beene there whose Physicke had Cheerd up the wholsome blood and purg'd the bad The King makes on to let them see there lay A better King i' th' Packe Of foes at home Let me but see them he was wont to say As if with him to see and overcome Were termes convertible but see and dye Like Basiliskes kings having a Killing eye And sure the Princes presence hath beene thought Most efficatious that the action might Sort to an issue and some nations brought Their Infant Kings in Cradles to the fight My Prince shall make me
Titulum ne horresce novantis Non rapit Imperium vis tua sed recipit Ausonius de Seuero THE HISTORIE OF That wise and Fortunate Prince HENRIE of that Name the Seventh King of England With that famed Battaile fought betweene the sayd King Henry and Richard the third named Crook-backe upon Redmoore neere Bosworth In a Poem by Charles Aleyn Vnus mihi pro populo populus pro uno London Printed by Tho. Cotes for William Cooke and are to be sold at his shop neere Furnivalls-Inne gate in Holburne 1638. Perlegi historicum hoc Poema dignumque judico quod Typis mandetur Tho. Wykes R. P. Episc. Lond. Chapell domest To his Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Aleyn on this his learned Poem Sume Superbiam Quaesitam meritis THinke not that these my weaker lines can raise Or to thy name or to thy worke a praise Yet give me leave to write and let these be The Testimonialls of my love to thee They 're no true Leigemen whosoe're disclaime Tribute of Prayse unto thy Henries name Who now by thee instated lives more high Than in the joyes of former Royalty And from thy hand receives a better Crowne Than was his Kingdomes Transitory one â—y thee he conquers Death and Time thy words â—â—eld him his honour more than could his swords And gaine a Nobler victory than he Obtained o're usurping Tyrannie Great Henry whom wise heaven did ordaine â—o blesse this Realme with thy most happy reigne No more dull Chronicle thy worth shall hold Or sullen prose thy Noble acts infold Behold the shrine wherein thy reverend story Shall ever be preserved and thy glory Fresh to all Ages then 't is just we give Praise to his name ' has made thine truely live Ed. Sherburne To my deare Friend Mr. Charles Aleyn WHen Fame had sayd thy Poem should come out Without a Dedication some did doubt If fame in that had told a truth but J Who knew her false boldly gave fame the lye For I was certaine that this booke by thee Was Dedicated to Eternity Thy true lover Ed. Prideaux THE HISTORIE OF HENRIE THE SEVENTH A Cesar or that Maximilian Who was our Henries learned Contemporary And his owne Annalist and Historian Could only pen our Henries commentary For onely light it selfe it selfe can show And none but Kings can write what Kings can doe Yet if those heights which with aspiring looke Doe over-top the rest are easilier found And with more certaine observation tooke By those who stand upon the lower ground Then Henries fame shall not disparrag'd be Although his Altitude be tooke by me Richard whose gummes his Birth-day armed saw Presage of cruelty will needes make true That dreaded signe for he against the Law After confinement Gray and Rivers slew For he the Devils Axiome did know If you depresse you must confound your foe Rivers and Gray must sacrificed be The sad oblation to Hastings power But to appease divine Astrea He Is offer'd next a Scaffold at the Tower His Altar was curses his Obits were And for the Priest an Executioner But here 's a story scarse hath Parallell For at the time those two destruction met At the same Day and houre Hastings fell As in a Clocke you see a 'larum set So was his Ruine set Heav'ns vengefull power Wheel'd Hastings fate and strooke him at an houre 'T was Policie Hastings should suffer next For he had done his worke when they were slaine Richard this doctrine borrow'd from a Text In Machiavell who did this knowledge gaine From Caesar Borgia Whom you doe imploy In mischiefe when 't is done you must destroy â—hen Richard did the Prince and Yorke oppresse For in the method of Confusion Th' other were humble premises unlesse The Prince and Yorke be the conclusion It seemes he would by their pure Crimson shed Turne Yorkes white Rose to the Lancastrian Red. Such Teares which from scorcht Phaetons sisters fell And in their fall did into Amber turne Would with their Ashes be proportion'd well Rich ashes worthy of so rich an urne For such sweete Corpses and such limmes as theirs No Tombe is fit but one congeal'd of teares Twin-brethren in their death 's What had they done O Richard sees a fault that they were in It is not Actuall but a Mortall one They Princes were 't was their Originall sinne Why should so sweete a Paire of Princes lacke Their Innocents Day in th' English Almanack Now here stand still and gaze their Father did Richard instruct Henry the sixt to Kill Their Father taught him by the blood he shed The Art how he his childrens blood should spill Who valew others blood at a low rate Make their owne cheaper to be higgled at The sword of vengeance which a single twine Held over Richards head must now drop downe With ruine at the point the Eye divine Hath spied a Hand that must lop off his Crowne Henry like Meleager must come o're And combat with this Caledonian Bore Fourth Edwards Queene and Henries mother plot The Vnion of her daughter and her sonne Both must be set as Flowers in Hymens Knot And the two Roses be conjoyn'd in one In Henries Royall Crowne there 's not a stone Gives it such lustre as this Vnion Fate did this Vnion to Henry owe In whom there was a union more rare The Heaven's doe not such a Conjunction show When the two highest Planets married are Scarse had the world seene such a union yet Where Wisdome Valour and where Fortune met But though the Queene and Lady had contriv'd Their Cabinet of councels close as his Who vow'd to burne his shirt if it conceiv'd But his least plot Yet all unlocked is By some false Key Kings have long hands and eares And then heare best when they have greatest feares Buckingham flies for this and monie 's bid For 's Head curs'd Banister the bargaine made And made his Lord his Ware and basely did Sell him for money which he ne'r was payd Ingratefull servant thou to him didst owe All that thou couldst and all thou couldst not doe Puissant Gold Redearth at first made man Now it makes Villaine this refined clod Can what nor love nor time nor valour can Iove could doe more in Gold than in a God Destruction surer comes and rattles lowder Out of a Mine of Gold than one of powder But Banister hath his merit this offence And treacherous Act his progenie betray'd To Heaven's revenge But why must Innocence Suffer for him stay there the Ancients made Divine Revenge to be the child of Night Shut to the Earths but open to heav'ns sight Th' immediate hand of Heav'n did scourge this sinne One sonne waâ— drown'd one sonne with lamenesse took White Leprous scales rough-cast his daughters skin His Eldest sonne was with a madnesse strooke And so unfit to be an heire that he Had not his portion oâ— humanitie But here I wonder Richard did not pay Such Traytors how can Richard justly looke For more such agents others
discipline Who would the Body of an Armie make Must the beginning at the Belly make Then men were rais'd and ammunition brought Monie's indeed the sinew of all warre But sinewes of the Armes and Armes are thought By Machiavell to be preferred farre Thus Solon deem'd when he that Monarch told The better Iron would have all the Gold For leaders of these men he did assigne Bedford and Oxford so they us'd to be His choyse had in it something of Divine Fix'd with a kinde of fatall Constancie None from his Grace but Stanly fell away He was the onely State Apostata He would not their Election decline Their fortunes did for their election call Felicity is an egregious signe And proper Marke to choose a Generall Let judgement valour in the Van appeare T is nought if Fortune bring not up the Reare But Henries Agents now to Henry sent That Maximilian could no succour be Henry so cover'd this advertisment That none perceiv'd he saw what he did see Like to the Opticke vertue in the eyes Vnseene it selfe yet all things else discries His weakenesse did Originally rise From 's Flemmings who indocile to obey Did contumeliously their Prince despise Which made him once in jesting earnest say That other Kings were Kings of men but He Was King of Kings who would no subjects be So true was that which Machiavell once spake On Maximilian who so e'r despends Shall from his freindship no more succour take Than the Campanians brought unto their friends Who being small in strength and great in Fame Vnto their aydes brought nothing but a name Then Henry ship'd his men meaning to be Alone in th' Action and the Honour too He had so soone pass'd the obedient sea As if it had profess'd what our Lawes doe 'T was under his dominion and his owne As of the Ligeance of the English crowne Then march'd to Bulloine and already took 't In their capacious thoughts with threatning eye They look'd upon it as Gonsalvo look'd On Naples when he vow'd rather to dye With one foote forward in a noble heate Than live an age with halfe a footes retreate But sudainely coole Aires of Peace did breath Lord Cordes did negotiate that Peace Whose Spirit once breath'd onely warre and death Treates now that all hostility may cease The Fabled Clowne would wonder to behold One like his Satyre blowing hot and cold And here was Henries wisedome not to heare Peaces soft tunes before the Drummes had strooke A low'd defiance when his forces there Might force his owne Condition to be tooke That 's the brave Peace whose Articles are made Vnder a shield and written with a blade This Peace pleas'd Henry which the Frenchmen bought With more than th' English gave unto the warre But yet the People seeing he did nought With all the Money were enrag'd so farre That to a dangerous Proverbe they presum'd Himselfe he feather'd and his people plumd But our young gallants had most neede of blackes Who to be bravely furnish'd paund their lands In hope of these French warres and on their backes Brought so much English ground to Callis sands That they left none A strange Armoriall shield That they should beare their Armes without a field He therefore meant to make the peace be thought His Councels act and suffer'd them to take Rich presents as with which the Peace was bought Vnder their shapes Henry this Peace did make Examine Iove and looke upon his scapes The Poets make them done in other shapes The course he us'd might prejudiciall prove By winning of his Councels hearts to France For Mutianus thus pretending love To Antonine did all his friends advance But Mutian by this Practise did so please Antonine lost all his dependances Yet Henry had faire Glosses for this Peace Which did his Honour with his subjects save T' exhaust no blood and to imburse th' increase Of yearely Tributs satisfaction gave None bled but the French treasure and the King Open'd that veine for Physicke every spring The End of this French warre was to rewinne Brittaigne which was past all Eviction gone And Maximilians aides which should have beene Meanes to acquire this End came never on No Agent doth his purpose more extend Which is defective both in meanes and end But this was his best Argument he heard That Burgundy was making of a King Out of a Duke of Yorke and justly fear'd The stormes which follow'd For this twice-born thing Like to the twice-borne Bacchus at his Birth Amaz'd with Thunder the affrighted Earth The linkes of causes set in Homers chaine Not closer joyn'd nor more continued are Than the affaires of Kings no Interreigne Is in their State nor Vacuum in their Care The sweating sickenesse in his Dayes so great Was a Presage that he should Reigne in sweate He having not respir'd since he last did Strive with a King in Substance falls at Oddes With a Phantasme an Idoll King will bid Henry defiance Kings are Earthly Gods And this prov'd Henry one that he should see So many Idols tempt his Deitie Burgundies Dutchesse knew imposture could As the best Ingen torture Henry most Therefore sh' had Spials for such Boyes as should Make Dukes of Yorke at last on one they crost So apt to take a forme that if there were A Rellicke of the Chaos it was there And this that Perkin was that Errant Knight Henries Landloper Ape of Majestie Sonne of a Jew who was a Convertite Oweing to England his nativitie And out of zeale the Dutchesse now will doe Her best to make the Sonne a convert too But this was pretty our fourth Edward did Christen the Boy and hence suspition feignes Some of that wanton Princes blood was hid To make him something Yorke in Perkins veines And this might well the Boyes ambition touch God-father had a sillable too much This is that metall must trans-changed be By leaving its first nature others doubt If Gold can be produc'd by Alchymie But I 'le presume this metall had come out If Henries starres did not the worke restreine As faire a peece as any Soveraigne Let Paracelsus glory that he can Make Artificiall men she will doe more And by a resurrection bring a man To ' a Naturall life which he had lost before Who in so neere a likenesse did survive As that he pos'd the clearest Perspective Soone as her Art this Bullion had refind She stamp'd him with the face of majestie And soone as she had this Rose Noble coyn'd She sent him from her least the mystery Might be discover'd and suspition should Thinke he were cast in a Burgundian mold Hot from her shop to Portugall he goes To waite a fit Conjuncture which must be When France and England are declared foes Soone as they had this opportunitie This Peece was vented on the Irish shore Where one as false was currant once before From thence King Charles sent for him into France Where he a guard and Princely service had So great an invitation might
allowance that no more was due Vnto those titles if they had beene true Now the Celestiall powers did ordaine A good effect from a bad accident A Fray at Norham where some Scotts were slaine Brought on the match beyond the Frayes intent 'T was a brave match but a strange kind of wooing Where both the parties sought their owne undoing From ouglie Discord did faire union come So dainty Beauties have their being drew From the darke horror of a Negroes womb Antiquity ne'r such a reason knew To ratifie her Axiom that strife Gave all things Being and all beings life These Nations Concord thus deriv'd from strife From stormie wrath and boistrous injurie Is in that Goddesse typified to life Who is the Queene of love and unity This Venus her Originall must have From a rough billow and a rugged wave The wayes of â—eav'n are Pathlesse ther 's no light To trace or pâ—â—ck them all those Counsels lye Vnder the Privy-Seale of depth and night That boundlesse Arme will worke by contrary And when that Oculist his skill will try Eve'n Clay shall be Colyrium for an eye King Iames incensed that no orders are Tooke by the wardens by his passion driv'n Dispachd a Herauld to denounce a warre If present satisfaction were not giv'n Henry was all for peace for with the Scott The warres were barren and he lov'd them not Therefore Grave Durham who was most engag'd They were his men that did this quarrell make Writes to the King of Scotland thus enragd But no smooth lines this angrie Mars can take Letters from Venus would have faild in this Sent by a Dove and sealed with a Kisse Not thus prevailing he in Person went But Henry first his businesse approves And was his letters fuller supplement For viva vox not the dead letter moves When he Preachd Peace King Iames to peace did bow And 's Gospels not Epistles did allow The King saw farther than the Bishop could He told him that his Match with England might This Knot of Peace inviolable hold A Princes thoughts sore above humane flight Ther 's not a King but is in this like Saul For by the head he 's higher than them all 'T was an indâ—biate Oracle he spake Divining that this matrimoniall tye The great Conjunction of both Realmes would make And that a Peace as fixd as destinie A greater truth nor Priest nor Sibyll gave From Delphian Tripod or Prophetick Cave That age the marriage saw and we in it The great effect a peace inviolate And since the dâ—slocated realmes are knit It will the juncture more consolidate Thus in a bone cure but the fracture right Those parts of all most solidly unite About this time our world began to thinke Of a New world 't was an Italian Head â—here this imagination first did sinck â—hat other Lands might be discovered As Blith Democritus of old had done In his assertion of more worlds than one Ev'n when the world had left to Hope for more And like the Three-Night Giant set a marke And non plus ultra not to be pass'd o're Columbus like the Dove sent from the Arke With wing-like Sailes by unknowne waters past Till he found footing for himselfe at last The furious Youth of Macedon was sad That one poore world should bound his victories But had Columbus lived then he had So plagu'd the Gallant with discoveries That he had forc'd him to confesse that store Did worse torment him now than want before The Prophesie of Seneca did make Small way to this discou'rie it exprest Rather a flash of Poetry and spake Of Islands in the North not in the West It sayd that Thule should no longer be The boundure of the Roman Monarchie This Probability more than the rest Mov'd Him for since but halfe of the degrees Of longitude were knowne toward the West He could not thinke the other halfe was Seas And that the Sunne did nought for halfe his race But gild the waves and there behold his face For this discovery he did obteine The use of three small Barkes from Ferdinand And sayling forty Dayes upon the Maine From the Canaries West discover'd land Then the ships seem'd to daunce and sailes unfurl'd Swel'd not with winde but pride for the New-world With poyson'd breath the Spanish pride would blast This glorious act For Envie doth invade Workes breathing to Eternitie and cast Vpon the fairest peece the greatest shade By petty starres her blacke infection skippes They 're Sunnes and Moones that suffer her Eclipse Nor he alone but even that Age shall want The glory of it since no Spaniard did Find it a Roman shall and hence they vant Some of Augustus coyne was there found hid Th' Historian and mintmaster did conjoyne To coyne this story and to forge this coyne For can it be that in Augustus time When Peace and learning strove with equall Glory And Arts were in their flourish and their prime This thing should not be register'd in story To leave so brave an action unwrit Argues both want of gratitude and wit Rather the Knight fam'd in the Welch records Shall have my Vote for in those Parts there were At their discov'rie found some Brittish words Good monuments that they had once beene there Henry may seeme entitled to the ground As by his Countreyman and subject found But the Acquist was for Castile mark'd downe By destiny which with the Golden East Did at the first compose the Catholick crowne And now hath gilt it with the Golden West And now the starres in his Dominions have Their rise and set their Cradle and their Grave Yet Henry had a tender of these lands Which he embrac'd not for it did not come In a fit time to one whose head and hands Had their just taâ—ke of businesse at Home Perkin that Little World did lately try The strength of Henries best discovery And tries it yet for Perkin hath contriv'd His freedome but is quickly had in chase To keepe him from the sea yet he arriv'd At th' Holy Iland of a Priviledge place And did unto the house of Bethlem flye In Bethlem then an Antichrist did lye The Promise of his life which was the baite That drew him out before drew him out now Some about Henry would have hang'd him straite But Henries disposition could not bow To hate a worme for spirits highly borne Did never joyne their anger to their scorne All that his stomacke suffer'd him to say Was take the Knave and put him in the stockes His heâ—les were justly punished for they Help'd his flight most where having heard their mockâ— And made a Spectacle they did him carry Vnto the Tow'r a fitter Sanctuary Lodg'd there his Keepers he attempts to win Who scorning his contemned state to Eye He plots to worke the Earle of Warwicke in To share the fate of his conspiracie It is hells Art an innocent to make Partake in Sinne in suffering to partake Wearie of life Warwicke the Plot embrac'd And ventur'd
to betray Fabius this councell of his father tooke For if sayd he their payments be deny'de You teach them how to leave not chuse your side Now Henry is aboard now under sayle Both ship'd and man'd from Brettaigne but the Sea Vexed with a scolding stoâ—â—e and thwarting gale Proroges his executing Heav'ns decree ' Though toss'd none were afraid for all did know They carry'd Henry and his fortune too Or Eole with his speare did strike his Cave The Goale of winds and give them liberty The Watry god in his owne court to brave Or Henries friends by some faire Augury Foresaw his danger if he landed then And sent their sighes to blow him backe agen The Morning shew'd him all the shores beset With walking steele Henry his Ship-boate sent To know if they in Henries cause were met Ambiguously they send him their intent They sayd he should to Buckingham be led And so he should for Buckingham was dead But Henries wise distrust did bid him stay They were not Lizzards in the grasse did lye But Evets a beleefe had made the way To his repentance not recovery Trust makes us our owne Traytors nor could He Be sav'd by faith but infidelity Henry thus cros'd by Sea and yet thus blest To scape a wracke at Land and wracke at Sea Makes sayle to Brettaigne his assured rest Where English meeting sweare him fealty And pawning to him both their selves and state Will take their owne in following Henries fate At this on Richards thoughts worse stormes did fall Than Henry had at Sea or ever rose Charm'd by a Lapland witch which made him call A Councell and declare them Englands foes Who were her friends Thus if the Lyon doe Say Eares be Hornes they must be deemed so Then offers richly to have Henry slaine But Henries lands must be the murderers fee A cunning Chapman he would Henry gaine At the best rate what 's Henries owne must be Henries owne Price as if you would him pay The Lyons skinne that would the Lyon slay What will you give me is the common cry In Treasons Mart by Rule of Relatives There will be some to sell if some to buy Landose was chapman and the sale contrives In this designe he will the Engin prove But silver weights must make the Engin move But Mortons piercing eye descried the Plot Through the thicke night of closenesse and did bring Light to the danger Henry dreamed not Wise Counsellours shine nearest to the King Vpon this lower Orbe as in the skie Sol constantly is nearest Mercury Sav'd by this light Henry to France did make Hid in his mans apparell chang'd for his Fam'd Barclay made his Poliarchus take A vizzard in his high-writ Arginis Nay gods they say have done it to escape Lesse trusting to their deitie than shape Richard informed that the Earle was fled From Brettaigne his best hold nor could expect Succours from France will not allow his head The notion of a foe but let neglect Lull him in danger like a Seale that sleepes When an enfranchis'd tempest scares the deepes And to be th' Extract of securitie His Fleet 's discharg'd Welch to the Coasts assign'd To shut all Landing from the Enemie But Henry is their Country man and friend They will not close to Henry when he shone They were the flowers that opened to this sunne This fatall slackenesse Richards party made Apt for impression supple to receive The Characters of a victorious blade Which Henry must imprint the Heavn's doe leave Some parts for him to act Who would be great He must court fame not in perfume but sweate But now this newes arrives Richard would wed Elizabeth by whom Henry must claime Feare at this newes 'mongst Henries souldiers spread Without his setled soule had spoyld their aime But he wise Marksman bids them quickly on Least hands should tremble or the marke be gone To scape the tempest threatned by these clouds Henry from Hartflew setteth sayle to sea The windes tuned by Heav'n sung in the shrowds Presaging that he should victorious be You would have thought he came so fairely in He had the winds charm'd in a Dolphins skin Blest Milford Hav'n whose semicircling Bayes With amorous embraces hug'd his Fleet From thence was giv'n the signall that did raise Our hopes deprest under a Tyrans feete And happie Milford shall triumph in this Henry was Englands Haven Milford was his Sir Rice ap Thomas with his Brittish power First mix'd his influence with Henries starres Which Act enstil'd him Wales her Governour This Honour crown'd his merit in these warres Thus Hercules in Heav'n is fixed downe Next to the starres call'd Ariadnes Crowne Then Talbot joyning with two thousand strong The volume is enlarg'd their forces grow With new additions as they march along As bellowing Volga issuing from Franow Whilst in his streame he new supplies doth take Payes seventy Inlets to the Caspian Lake Richard is mad Henry meets no controule Cholericke heate shakes his distemper'd nerves Blood lies his Veines and fury oades his soule Choler they say as armes for valour serves But weapons seldome have beene fashion'd thus We rule our other weapons this rules us 〈◊〉 thickned blood about his Heart did seeth 〈◊〉 Heart which in revenging heate did send 〈◊〉 spirits out his spirits which did breath Fire in his eyes his eyes which did portend Ruine like Comets or like Beacons flame To tell that Henry and their danger came But Henry in a dump marching behind Having more thoughts in 's Company than men Was lost i' th' night nor could his Armie finde But in the morning came to it agen To bring it Day for without Henries light Although the Sunne had shind it had beene Night Yet when the sunne was set it was not Night In Richards Conscience that light ne're goes out Or Divels limn'd by his fancie did affright And seem'd to teare and hale Richard about Or else they reall were and came to see What diffrence 'twixt his Tent and Hell might be Morpheus that doth Phantasticke Idols feigne Never with dreames th' Atlantick People frights Because they feede not upon what is slaine Such diet had made Richard calmer nights But Richard had beene flesh'd and blooded deepe And spight of Poppie blood will breake a sleepe The markes of feare were in his lookes imprest Which though in wisedome he would have defac'd Yet in those lookes the Index of his Brest Some figures of distraction were so plac'd That a deciphrer might without a Key Read the distracted Characters in 's Eye Now he 's by Bosworth pitch'd whence he sent o're A charge to Stanly to advance his power And joyne with him or by Christs Passion swore His sonne his Hostage should be slaine that houre He answer'd he had more 'T was highly done To prove his faith by offering of his Sonne Strange he should Stanly a Commader make His match with Henries Mother did him binde To Henry hence weake Policie might take The Crisis of his
set to sea But that soone was too late when towres doe stand With bending browes men will immediately Set buttresses he that would save a state In its decline must not procrastinate This stay made Henry censur'd and the blot Was mark'd of all set in so high a fane As Henries worth Small Starres obscur'd would not Be mark'd by Kepler or the Noble Dane But be the Sunne Eclips'd th' Eclipse will be Tooke to a Digit by some Alestrâ—e That which deceived him was he set his rest That Charles meant faire but he drew closely on His warre i' th' Treatie and that Rule profest That th' Eleventh Lewis lectur'd to his sonne To learne but so much Latine as might tell And tutour him how to dissemble well Besides his trust in Maximilians strength Who was to marry with Brittanias heire Impos'd upon him for that King at length Shew'd himselfe nothing when he lost so faire A Hope as She for he cold Suitour did Dutchesse and Dutchy too by Proxie wed This Confidence her followers betrayes Mounts us to foile us like the Eagle just When she will breake she will the Tortoise raise Henry had sav'd this Dutchy by distrust That argument of weakenesse seldome heard The weakest thing should be the strongest guard The subsidie was now to be collected But he must be beholden to his sword For 's mony which the Northerne men protected As Gryphons doe the Ingots which they hoord Or like the Mines which as Olaus writes Have for their Guardians Subterranean sprites For the Commissioners no sooner came To York-shire but they rais'd a mutinie In stead of mony for King Richards name Being there still in recent memory Rose like a spirit at some conjuration And the great word i' th' Circle was Taxation For they as once the Androsians did pretend Want whom when Athens did enjoyne to pay A Tax and for the levying it did send The Goddesse Violence We have sayd they A Goddesse too as powerfull as she A Goddesse which we call Necessity This roused Henry in just rage to see Th' authoritie of Parliament cast downe To countermand what there th' Estates decree Doth make a blow directly at the Crowne And should he suffer that he should commit Implicit treason ' gainst himselfe and it And should he winke at th' Antecedent there He would be forc'd this Consequent to see The rest by dangerous Logick would inferre If Yorke-shire will not pay it why should we And by strange Grammar never taught in Schoole From on Example make a Generall rule Then to Northumberland his Mandates goe With strict injunctions nothing to remit But he the businesse doth carry so That by the People thought the cause of it He 's slaine in th' Act sure Henry was at cost Before a Pennie got a Noble lost Being thus in Blood the malcontents agree To goe against King Henry and conclude Chamber and Egremond their chiefes should be And thus the many-headed Multitude Although it boasted Heads enough before To be more Monster will have two Heads more Fame with one of her Pinions soone had writ This newes to Court Surrie as soone was sent To hush this Tumult and annihill it Who like a Tempest scouring as he went Some of those Clouds scar'd at his presence flew But like the wind call'd Cecias others drew For the Principalls were tooke and led To Yorke where they did by just vengeance fall Chamber in gallant manner suffered For he was hang'd in State above them all Thus Chamber even in ruine did aspire For they erected him one story higher But Egremond seeing the cause miscarry And all his followers like a mist dispeld Fled into Burgundy that Sanctuary Of Traytours who like vapours hence expeld To Her as to the middle Region flew The Place whence Henries greatest Tempests grew Then Henry call'd a Parliament againe For subsidies he did remunerate With Lawes and such were framed in his Reigne As with th' old Heroes shall him celebrate Lycurgus would be prow'd if hither sent To be but Clerke of Henries Parliament For 't was a Principle amongst the Prime Of their Law givers t' have the law aspire To the Condition of the present time And seldome had their mounture planted higher But in all Henries statutes Henries eye Look'd through the present at futurity In England then as in Polonia now Were but two sort of People the whole land Or in too base servility did bow Or in too high a statelinesse command To have no meane a vacuum doth imply Abhor'd in states as in Philosophy The reason was inclosures farmes were then Turn'd to demesnes therefore the land as yet No Yeomen had but clownes or Gentlemen Th' abuse reform'd did that third sort beget So proving what our Logicke doth deny The best division is Trichotomie By this mysterious way our Soldiery Had its foundation layd in any states To live too poorely or too gallantly Vnapts the spirits and emasculates For through a softnesse and habituall feare One cannot suffer th' other cannot dare Which makes a morall Monster in the state A fortitude defective in one part For action joyn'd with passion integrate The All of valour and a Souldiers heart Must have them so that yet they hardly know Which is the chiefe to suffer or to doe But then this sort of men as a third creature Bred up in fulnesse and some taking paines Amphibion like partaking of each nature Made able foote so having equall graines Of pow'r to doe and suffer valour went By this new mixture to a temperament This time were Maximilians subjects growne To Rebells and the newes to Henry flies Who like a King did make the case his owne For he stood Vmpire in all injuries As if Astrea when she did abhorre The Earth had made him her Executour And to such perfect Rebels that they tooke Their Soveraigne Prisoner after faith was made And loyalty was vow'd when he did looke For all things rather than to be betray'd Dangers most dangerous when we doe not minde it Not to looke for it is the way to finde it And in this Act a Smith stir'd most about Basenesse first tramples on a humbled Crest The Emblem proves that the ignoble rout Scoffes most at greatnesse clouded and deprest The Pygmies mocked Alcides when he slept And none but Hares by the dead Lyon leapt A Smith was busiest with the Emperour The Cornish Rebels did a Smith obey A Bardeaux Smith first strooke the governour Who came a civill discord to allay And the Ephesian Silver-smiths did make An uprore for their great Dianas sake Tumults seeme incident to Smiths by fatâ— Whose very Trade doth as an Emblem show Both the Incendiaries of a State And bellowes too which the sedition blow The Hammers with their harsh tumultuous jarre Make in their braines a kind of Civill warre How did that Time crosse its first course when fate Would Kings subject to their owne subjects doome Th' English rebell These their King Captivate The Scots Kill
enhance His price For greatnesse and great men doe adde Opinion and the most adulterate stone Will be thought true if worne by such an one But when this little Cockatrice did heare That France with England an accord did strike This Ghost of Yorke durst walke no longer there But fled it as a Circle Peace was like An Incantation and the very smell Of a Peace-offring did this spright expell Then like a Body which returnes into Its Principles he to the Dutchesse went And constant to himselfe did nothing doe Wherein he did not bravely represent A Prince and though by Nature he wâ—re none Custome that second Nature made him one The Dutchesse made it strange in company Where she would sift hm and with questions prove At length receiv'd him like some Prodigie She seem'd to imitate the Birds of Iove Which at the Sunne their doubtfull aiery view Nor till they thinke it false will thinke it true This newes our Commons swallow'd greedily Whose custome 't is to loath the present state Affecting change which is the quality That from their mother they doe propagate And as the Spaniards say there cannot goe A needles point betweene their J and No. He lively set the Peoples Humors forth Who drew a silly Asse and drew him clad In furniture of an unvalued worth Who though these rich habilliments he had Lothing his Golden saddle cast his eye Vpon an other base one that lay by Ill Humours then secretly gather'd head Whence to breake forth Thus doth the Earth dispense Her hidden waters till they finde a bed Where their collected streames may lodge and thence With struggling murmurs they a Passage teare And make a bubbling insurrection there The Lord Fitzwater Thwaites and Mountfort were The chiefe and Stanly who at Bosworth fought As Henries Guardian Angell will be here His Malus genius now as if he thought To tell the world that as he could create A King so he could one annihilate Henrie to make the world this juggling see Prov'd that the tender Princes had beene slaine And did evince infallibly that he Could not be Yorke unlesse they would mainteine His resurrection and beleeve his Tombe Had giv'n him up before the Day of Doome When Perkins lineage and himselfe were made Naked as truth Henry this course did hold To trip him up he with his traines essayd His followers and dependants They that would Blow up a Castle will beginne the Mine Some distance from the place which they designe If he can make but Perkins friends retreate He will by consequence Perkin oppresse To ' anticipate the wayes which make one great Is the compendious way to make one lesse When Causes stop effects doe make a Pause And perish in the ruine of their cause First Clifford from this Ignis fatuus flies Which shew'd but light to shew men how to erre And as the meteor is observ'd to rise From places where we doe our dead interre So the dead Duke gave matter to this flame And from his grave this Ignis fatuus came Their Towring Edifice began to shake So soone as Clifford their great prop was gone So Arches threaten ruine if you take Out of the Fabricke but a single stone And Henry now did all their secrets spye For Clifford was both Cabinet and Key Now having thus made their materialls like Sand without lime Henry the Archduke prayes â—o chase him out of Flanders so to strike â—he very ground where he his frame did raise Some ground to stand on was the onely thing The Ingener ask'd the Sicilian King The Embassadors which from our Henry went The foulenesse of the crime before him set That with more Zeale he might the fact resent A King but in his coine to counterfeit Is treason but to counterfet a King In 's Person is a more nefarious thing They tell his Birth like that the Tartars say Now of their Cinchis whom a widdow bore Without the ayde of man some hidden way Such was his Birth but when all else give o're Children this Dutchesse then such striplings brings As at their Birth give Battaile unto Kings Therefore they doe request him that he would Abandon Perkin and discard the Knave Out of the Packe since no Impostours should Or can in right any Protection have Vnder what Title can he be supply'd Who is not Yorke and Perkin hath deny'd The Answere they receiv'd was cold and short That th' Arch-Duke would not the Pretender ayde Which did not Answere Henries hopes nor sort With his desires for by the Rule which sayd If not against him with him Henry spy'd That he was secretly of Perkins side Therefore in point of Honour he commands No entertrafficke be with Flanders made Henry knew well that they would quit their hands Of one that should so damnifie their trade And did presume Flanders would bid adieu To this false coyne 'fore she would lose the true Advertis'd then that the disease did lye Both in the Realme and from the Realme did come The Plaster to the sore he did apply By cutting of Conspiratours at home These sharpe proceedings will annull their plots For swords are fittest for such Gordian Knots Take them away you reunite the State As when a Sweating Hinde with weighty stroke And blustring Hem which doth the sprits dilate And force with more contention cleaves an Oke And teares the Knotty trunke with labour'd blowes Remove the wedge the gaping rent will close Mountfort and Ratliffe first with Purple flood The scaffold dy'd The Gentiles to appease Their Idols offer'd up their Childrens blood An expiating sacrifice but these Were to a more devout observance growne Who to this Idoll offer'd up their owne Next Stanly comes his last accounts to yeeld Which cannot be made up without his head His purer blood stream'd forth at Bosworth field But the corrupt was on a scaffold shed Blood-letting never such a wonder had That the good blood should come before the bad How oft doe men advanc'd prove treacherous How soone the Graces of their Prince forget Thus Seian Plautian and Perennius So true is that the Florentine hath writ Great benefits as well as injuries Have beene the motives to conspiracies Knowing that nothing but a crowne can adde The last perfection to their power and state They reach at that and here more meanes are had Whereby they may their plot facilitate Their Princes love and freedome of accesse Make their strength more and their suspition lesse Henry was clos'd at Bosworth and the foe Had hem'd him in his toiles Stanly forbad Deaths and the foes surprise and sav'd him so This Stanly did yet this hard fortune had Was there no way to gratifie but this To take his life from him who gave him his Nay thinking this his service too to low For his so high intentions he did bring The Crowne and set it upon Henries brow And at once sav'd a man and made a King Was it not stange he that did set a crowne Vpon his