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A18585 A royall elegie Briefly describing the vertuous reigne, and happy (though immature) death of the most mightie and renowmed prince, King Edvvard the sixth, King of England, France and Ireland, &c. Who died in the sixteenth yeere of his age, and in the seuenth yeere of his reigne. Written by Sir Iohn Cheke, Knight, anno 1553. Neuer before published, but most worthy to be read of all estates in these our dayes.; Funeralles of King Edward the sixt Baldwin, William, ca. 1518-1563?; Cheke, John, Sir, 1514-1557. 1610 (1610) STC 5112; ESTC S107794 7,464 26

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BRIEFLY DE●SCRIBING THE Vertuous Reigne and happy though immature Death of the most Mightie and renowmed Prince King EDVVARD the sixth King of England France and IRELAND c. WHO DIED IN THE Sixteenth yeere of his age and in the seuenth yeere of his Reigne Written by Sir IOHN CHEKE Knight Anno 1553. Neuer before published but most worthy to be Read of all Estates in these our dayes BREVIS VITA LEVIS CVLPA Imprinted at London for H. Holland and are to be sold at Christ Church-doore 1610. TO THE CONDIGNE PRAISE AND MEMORIAL OF THE THRISE NOBLE AND MVCH HONOVRED LADY THE LADY BARBARA VICOVNTESSE L'ISLE THIS PRINCELY POEME BE CONSECRATED BY HIM VVHO UNFAINEDLY VVISHETH VNTO HER LADYSHIP AND HER WORTHIEST FIRST-BORNE DAVGHTER THE LADY WROTH HEAVEN ON EARTH AND EVERLASTING HAPPINESSE IN THE HIGHEST HEAVEN A ROYALL ELEGIE OF THE MOST NOBLE AND RIGHT EXCELLENT PRINCE KING EDVVARD THE SIXTH WHen bitter Winter forced had the Sun Froth'horned Goat to Pisces ward to run And liuely sap that greeneth Gardens soot To flie the stocke to saue his Nource the root And stormie Chore that blow'th by North fro East Decayd the health and wealth of man and beast Th' Almightie minde that raigneth three in one Disposing all things from his stable Throne Beheld the Earth and man amongst the rest Mou'd by the crie of such as were opprest But when he had the continent through view'd VVith Mawmetrie and Idoll blood embrew'd Where through his Law and Gospell were defil'd His Loue his Aw his worship quite exil'd He turn'd his face fro that so soule a sight And toward the Isles he cast his looke aright In hope that where Religion did abound He should some louelier sight haue quickly found But when he saw all sinnes most vile and naught Most rifely swarme where most his Word was taught In England chiefe which he of speciall grace Had chose to be his Church and Gospell place And had for that cause pour'd on it such store Of wealthy gifts as none could wish for more Ioyn'd with a King of such a godly mind As neuer erst he elsewhere had assign'd All woe and wrath he turn'd away his face And with him selfe he thus bewail'd our case I' haue look't so long vntill mine eyes do ake In hope to see they should their sinnes for sake To hide their mischieues waxing more and more I' haue wink 't so long vntill mine eyes before My throat is hoarse my tongue hath lost the skin Through feruent crie to fray them fro their sin If gentle meanes might moue them to relent What haue they wisht that hath not straight beene sent Sith then they passe for neither threats nor loue Nor easie plagues whereby I do them proue What else remain's but to confound them all Both young and old the mightie with the small CHRIST hearing this and moued with the teares Of vertuous folke for whose sake God forbeares The wicked sort although their sinnes be great For his elect began thus to intreat Deare Father if iust Iustice should take place I know it bootlesse now to sue for grace But though their sins all measure do exceed With-hold thy wrath grant mercie yet at need And sith through faith the better sort be mine Giue leaue to weed and water once thy vine That done if so their fruits doe not amend As barraine Brambles bring them to an end VVhen this our Sauiours mercifull request VVas sunke into his Fathers heauie brest He neither graunted it nor yet deny'd But Father-like thus to his Sonne he sayd To sue for mercie I maruaile what you meane For such a sort as doreiect vs cleane Behold the Heads what els do they deuise Saue vnder vs to cloke their couetise Thine heritage they haue the whole bereft Except thy shirt le ts see what haue they left They spoyle they spill they wast vpon their pride That which was giuen thy needy corps to hide Thy gold thy plate thy houses with the lands That were the poores are in the rich mens hands And thou lyest naked begging at their dores Whiles they consume thy substance with their whores And as for Law whereby men should haue right It 's wholy rul'd by money and by might And where the rich the needie should relieue Their study is to begg'rie them to driue What Titles forge they falsely to their lands Vntill at length they wring them fro their hands How ioyne they house to house how farme to farme And lease to lease the silly poore to harme How raise they rents what incomes yea what fines Exact they still though all the world repines How suffer they their graine to rot and hore To make things deere when I giue plentie store And where they brag they do our word aduance Haue not they spoyl'd or fleest all maintenance That thereto seru'd what kind of Clergie land Is free this day out of the Lay-mans hand What Gentleman what Merchant yea what Swaine Doth not or may not part thereof retaine I cannot name the vilenesse of the rest So sore my heart their robberie doth detest Is this the way our Honour to defend No no we seee right well what they intend I loath to thinke vpon their wicked liues How ill they keepe their dueties to their wiues For what respect do they their mariage make Saue riches Honour or promotion sake Alas how are our Orphanes bought and sold. Our widowes forc't to wed where they ne would What vow what oath what bond so strongly knit Doth hold if gaine may grow by breaking it And when my Preachers tell them ought hereof How vexe they them with many a threat and scoffe Which moueth such as do thy manhood spoyle And rob from thee the merite of thy toyle To hate thy word and count thy Prophets euill Wishing both it and them too at the Diuell Are these thy flocke thy Vine canst thou them call That steale thy lands thy goods thy glory and all When for these sins I sent them late the Sweat How low they croucht how hard they did intreat What vowes they made they would their liues amend Whereas it seemes they did nought lesse pretend For I no sooner had withdrawne my curse But they immediately grew worse and worse For where they vow'd to flie and lay aside Their auarice their gluttonie and pride Haue not they rais'd their Rents and Marchandises And sweld their guts with daintie wine and spices And Idol-like with bossed silke and gold Araid their wiues and children young and old As for themselues so gorgeously they tire As Gods Eterne more like than earthly mire Shall wee then suffer so peruerse a Nation To skorne and mocke their God in such a fashion No sure my Son that were against all right Yet for thy sake I will not stroy them quite But for to proue them once at thy request I 'le onely touch their King and warne the rest T' amend their liues if still they disobey I 'le take their King their