endure UUith her a number great did go which she by Prayers did procure In Battel then they Marcht along For to redress this grievous wrong And near a Rider called Store the King with all his Host she met UUhere both the Armies fought full sore but yet the Queen the Field did get Yet â—'re they did the Conquest gain The King was with an Arrow slain Then Guendoline did take in hand until her Son was come to age The Government of all the Land but first her fury to asswage She did command her Souldirs wild To drown both Estrild and her Child Incontiâ—eâ—tithâ—◠〈◊〉 they did brinâ— fair Estrild 〈◊〉 River siâ—e And â—abriâ—â— Daughter to a King whom Guendoline could not abide Who being bound 〈…〉 fast Into the River there was cast And ever since that running stream wherein the Ladies drowned were Iâ— called Saveâ—â— â—hrough the Realm because that â—abrine dieâ— there Thus they that did to 〈…〉 Were brought 〈◊〉 a woful end FINIS 6. A Song of Queen Isabel Wife to King Edward the Second how by the Spencers she was constrained secretly to go out of England with her eldest Son Prince Edward to seek for succour in France and what happened â—nto her in her Journey PRoud were the Spencers and of condition ill All England and the King â—likewise they ruled at their will And many Lords and Nobles of the Land Through their occasions lost 〈◊〉 lives and none did them withstand And at the last they did encrease truth grief Between the King and Israel his Queen and fall 〈◊〉 wise Do that her life she dreaded wandrous sorâ— And cast within her secret thoughts some present help therefore That she requests with counts nance grave and sage That she to Thomas Beckets Youth might go on Pilgrimage Then being joyful to have that happy charice Her Son and she took Ship with speed and sailed into France And Royally she was receiued then By the King and all the rest of â—aers and Mohlemen And unto him at last she did express The cause of her Areivâ—â— there her cause and heaviness When as her Brother her grief did understand He gave her leave to gather men throughout his famous Land And made a promise to 〈◊〉 her eberâ—uâ—re As oft as she should standin need of Gold and Silver 〈◊〉 But when indeed she did require its same He was as far 〈◊〉 it as when she thither came And did proclaim whilst matters were so That none on pain of death should go to 〈◊〉 the English 〈◊〉 This alteration did greatly grieve the Queen That down along her lonely face the bitter 〈◊〉 were sâ—en When she perceiv'd her friends for look her so She knew not for her safety which way to turn or go But through good 〈◊〉 at last she then decreed To seek in fruitful Germany some succour to this nâ—ed And to Sir John Henault the 〈◊〉 she Who entertain'd this weful Queen with great solâ—mnity And with great sorrow to him she then complain'd Of all her 〈◊〉 and Injuries which she of last 〈◊〉 So that with weeping 〈…〉 The sum whereof did greatly grieve that Noble Courteous Knight Who made an oath he would her Champion â—e And in her 〈◊〉 spend his Blood from wrong to set her free And all my friends with 〈…〉 Shall help for to advance your state whose truth no time shall 〈◊〉 And in his promise most faithful he was found And many Lords of great account was in his Voyage bound So setting forward with a â—â—odly train At length through Gods special Grace into England they came At Harwich then when they were ashore Of English Lords and Barrons bold there came to her great state Which did reioyce the Queens afflicted hearts That English Lords in such sort came for to take her part When as King Edward hereof did understand How that the Queen with such a power was entred on his Land And how his Nobles were gone to take her part He fled from London presently even with a heauy heart And with the Spencers unto Bristol go To fortisle that gallant town great cost he did bestow Leaving behind to govern London town The stout Bishop of Exeter whose pride was soon pull'd down The Mayor of London with Citizens great store The Bishop and the Spencers both in heart they did aâ—â—or Therefore they took him without fear or dread And at the Standard in Cheapside they sinoâ—e off his head Unto the Queen then this Message they sent The City of London was at her Commandment â—herefore the Queen with all her company Did straight to Bristol march amain whereas the King did lie Then she Beâ—â—teg'd the City round about Threatning sharp and cruel Death to those that were so stout Wherefore the Townsmen their Children and their wives Did yield the City to the Queen for safeguard of their lives Where was took the story plain doth tell Sir Hugh Spencer and with him the Carl Arundel This judgement just the Nobles did set down They should be drawn and hanged both in sight of Bristol Town Then was King Edward in the Castle there And Hugh Spencer still with him in dread and deadly fear And being prepar'd from thence to sail away The winds were found contrary they were enforc'd to stay But at last Sir John Beamount Knight Did bring his Sailing Ship to shore and so did stay their Flight And so these men were taken speedsly And brought as Prisoners to the Queen which did in Bristollâ—e The Queen by counsel of the Lords and Barons bold To Barkely sent the King there to be kept in hold And young Hugh Spencer that did much ill procure Was to the Marshal of the Post sent unto keeping sure And then the Queen to Hereford took her way With all her warlike Company which late in Bristol lay And here behold how Spencer was From town to town euen as the Queen to Hereford did pass Upon a Iade which they by chance had found Young Spencer mounted was with legs and hands fast bound I writing paper along as he did go Upon his head he had to wear which did his treason show And to decide this Traytor lewd and ill Certain men with Reeden pipes did blow before him still Thus was he led along in every place While many people did rejoyce to see his strange disgrace When unto Hereford our Noble Queen was come She did assemble all the Lords and Knights both all and some And in their presence young Spencer judgement had To be both hang'd and quartered his treasons were so bad Then was the King deposed of his Crown from Rule and Princely Dignity the Lords did cast him down And in his life his Son both wise and â—age Was Crown'd King of fair England at fifteen years of age FINIS 7. A Song of the banishment of the two Dukes of Hereford and Norfolk TWo Noble Dukes of great Renown that long had lived in Fame Through hateful envy were cast down and brought to sudden shame
Queen therewith appeased be The Cup of deadly Poyson fill'd as she sat on her knee She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it from her hand And from her bended knees arose and on her Feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up this Poyson strong her life she lost withal But when that death through every Limb had done his greatest spight Her chiefest Foes did plain confess she was a Glorious Might Her Body then they did Entomb when life was fled away At Godstow near to Oxford town as may be seen this day FINIS 2. A new Sonnet containing the Lamentation of Shore's Wife who was sometimes Concubine to King Edward the Fourth setting forth hâ—r great Fall and withal her most miserable and wretched end To the Tune of The Hunt is up LIsten fair Ladies Unto my misery That lived late in pompous State most delightfully And now to Fortunes fair Dissimulation Brought in cruel and uncouth Plagues most pitiously Shore's Wife I am So known by Name And at the Flower-de-luce in Cheapside was my dwelling The only Daughter of a wealthy Merchant-man Against whose counsel evermore I was rebelling Young was I loved No action moved My heart or mind to give or yield to their consenting My Parents thinking strictly for to wed me Forcing me to take that which caused my repenting Then being wedded I was quickly tempted My beauty caused many Gallants to salute me The King commanded I straight obeyed For his chiefest Iewel then he did repute me Bravely was I trained Like a Queen I reigned And poor mens Suits by me was obtained In all the Court to none was such great report As unto me though now in sâ—orn I be disdained When the King died My grief was tried From the Court I was expelled with despight The Duke of Glocester being Lord Protector Took away my Goods against all Law and right And a Procession For my transgression Bare-footed he made me go for to shame me A Cross before me there was carried plainly As a pennance to my former life for to tame me Then through London Being thus undone The Lord Protector published a Proclamation On pain of death I should not be harbour'd Which further more encreas'd my sorrow and vexation I that had plenty and Dishes dainty Most sumptuously brought to my Board at my pleasure Being full poor from door to door I beg my Bread with Clack and Dish at my leisure My rich attire By fortunes ice To rotten Rags and nakedness they are beaten My Body soft which the King embrac'd oft With Uermine vile annoy'd and eat on On Stalls and Stones Did lye my Bones That wonted was in Bed of Down to be plac't And you see my finest Pillows be Of stinking Straw with Dirt and Dung thus disgrac'd Wherefore fair Ladies With your sweet Babies My grievous faâ—l bear in your mind and behold me Vow strange a thing that the Love of a King Should come to dye under a Stall as I told ye FINIS 3. A new Sonnet of Edgar King of England how he was deceived of a Lady which he loved by a Knight of his own Court To be sung in the old way or else to the Tune of Lebandalashot When as King Edgar did govern this Land a down a down down down down And in the strength of his years did â—tand call him down 〈◊〉 Such praise was spreâ—d of â—alâ—ant Dame Which did through England 〈◊〉 great fame And she a Lady of high degree The Earl of Devonshire's Daughter was she The King which lately had 〈…〉 And not long time â— Widowed had been â—earing this praise of a gallant Maid Upon her Beauty his Love he laid And in his sight he would often â—ay I will send for that Lady say Yea I will send for thiâ— Lady bright Which is my treasure and delight Whose Beauty like to Phoebus Bâ—aâ—s Doth glister through all Christian Realms Then to himself â—he would reply Saying how fondâ— Prince am I To cast my love 〈◊〉 base and low Upon a Girl I do not know King Edgar will his fancy frame To love some Pâ—erleâ—s Princely Dame The Daughter of a Royal King That may a dainty Dolory bring â— Whose matchless Beauty brought in place May Estrilds Colour â—lean disgrace But senseless 〈◊〉 what do I mean Upon a broken need to lean â— Or what 〈…〉 Thus to abuse my dearest Love Whose â—iâ—ge grac'd with heâ—â—enly hue Doth Hellens honour quite suâ—due The glory of her beautious pride Sweet Estrilds favour â—oth 〈◊〉 Then pardon my unseemly speech Dear Love and Lady I beseech For I my thoughts will 〈…〉 To spread the honour of thy Dame Then unto him he call'd a â—â—ight Which was most trusty in his â—â—ht And unto him thus he did say To Earl Orgator â—o thy way Where ask for Estrilds câ—mely Dame Whose beauty went so far by fame And if you find her comely Grace As fame did spread in every place Then tell her Father she shall be My Crowned Queen if she agree The Knight in â—â—ssage 〈◊〉 And into Devonshire â—ent with speed But when he saw the Lady bright He was so ravisâ—t at her â—â—ght That nothing â—oâ—do his passion move Except he might obtain her Love For day and night while there he â—laid He courted 〈…〉 And in his Suit he 〈◊〉 such skill That at the length he gain'd her Goâ—◠〈◊〉 Forgetting quite the Duty though Which he unto the King did owe. Then coming home unto his Grace â—â— told him with â—â—sembling face That those Reports were to blame That so advanc'd the Maidens Name For I assure your Grace sâ—â—d he She is as other Women â—e Her Beauty of such great Report â—o better then the Common sort And far 〈◊〉 in every thing To meet with such a Noble King But though her face be nothing fair 〈◊〉 she is her â—atherâ—â—â—eir Perhaps some Lord of high degree Would veâ—y â—ain her 〈…〉 Then if your Grace would give consent I would my self be well content The Dâ—msel for my â—â—fe to take For her great Lands and Livings sake The King whom thus he did decâ—ive Incontinent did give him leave For on that point he did not 〈◊〉 For why he had no neâ—â— of Landâ— Then being glad he went 〈◊〉 And wedded straight this Lady gay The fairest Creature 〈◊〉 life Had this false Kâ—ight unto his wife And by that match of 〈◊〉 degree An Earl soon after that waâ— he E're he long time had Married heeâ— That many had her Beauty seen Her praise was spread both far and near The King 〈◊〉 thereof did â—ear UUho then in hearâ— did plainly provâ— He was betrayed of his Love Though therefore he was â—eâ—ed sore Yet seem'd he not â—o grieve therefore But kept his countâ—â—â—nce 〈◊〉 and kind As though he â—are â—o gâ—udge in mind But on a day it â—ame to pass UUhen as the King full merry was To Ethlewood in sâ—ort â—e saâ—d I muse what câ—ear
Cradle truly tended When as their Mothers before them doth curse the day that e're they bore them Then to avoid all strife c. Do we then behold and see When men and wives agree and live together Where the Lord hath sent them eke Fair Children mild and meek like flowers in summer weather How greatly are they grieved And will not by joy he relieved if that Death doth call Either wife or Children small whom their vertues do command Their losses whom they thus added from their hearts cannot be moved Then to avoid all strife c. Who being in that happy state Would work himself such hate his Fancy for to follow Or living here devoid of strife Would take him to a wife for to procure his sorrow With cárking and with caring Evermore must be sparing Were he not worse'then mad being merry would be sad Were he to be commended That e're would seek much pleasure where grief is all his treasure Then to avoid all strife c. 11. The Widdows Solace To the Tune of Robinsons Almain MOurn no more fair Widdow thy tears are all in vain 'T is neither grief nor sorrow can call the dead again Man's well enough compared unto the Summers flower Which now is fair and pleasant yet withereth in an hour And mourn no more in vain as one whose faith is small Be patient in affliction and give God thanks for all All men are born to dye the Scripture telleth plain Of Earth we were created to Earth we must again I was neither Croesus treasure nor Alexanders fame Nor Solomon by wisdom that could Deaths fury tame 〈◊〉 Physick might preserve them when nature did decay What man can hold for ever the thing that will away Then mourn no more c. Though you have lost your Husband your comfort in distress Consider God regardeth the Widdows heaviness And hath strictly charged such as his Children be The Fatherless and Widdow to shield from injury Then mourn no more c. If he were true and faithful and loving unto thee Doubt not but there 's in England enough as good as he But if that such affeâ—tion within this heart was none Then give God praise and glory that he is dead and gone And mourn no more c Receive such Suitors friendly as do resort to thee Respect not the outward person but the inward gravity And with advised judgement chuse him above the rest Whom thou by proof hast tried Then mourn no more c. Then shalt thou live a life exempted from all annoy And whensoever it chanceth I pray God give thee joy And thus I make an end with true humility In hope my simple solace may well excepted be Then mourn no more c. FINIS 12. A gentle Womans Complaint in that she found her Friend Faithless which should have continued Constant. FAith is a Figure standing now for nought Faith is a fancy we ought to cast in thought Faith now adays as all the world may see Resteth in few and faith is fled from thee Is there any faith in strangers to be found Is there any faith lies hidden in the ground Is there any faith in men that buried be No there is none and Faith is fled from thee Fled is the Faith that might remain in any Fled is the Faith that should remain in many Fled is the Faith that should in any be Then farewel hope for Faith is fled from thee From Faith I see that everyone is flying From Faith I see that all things are a dying They flye from faith that most in faith should be And faithless thou that brake thy faith to me Thee have I sought but thee I could not find Thou of all others was most within my mind Thee have I left and I alone will be Because I find that Faith is fled from thee 13. Of the Prince of England who wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how he was slain and she afterwards Married to a Forrester To the Tune of Crimson Velvet IN the days of old When fair France did flourish Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy The King a Daughter had Beautious bright and lovely Which made her Father glad she was his only joy A Prince of England came Whose Deeds did merit Fame he woo'd her long and so at last Look what he did require She granted his desire their hearts in one were linkt so fast Which when her Father proved Lord how he ws moved and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them Fortune crosseth Lovers kind When the Princes twain Were thus barr'd of pleasure Through the Kings disdain which their joys withstood The Lady got up her cloaths Her Jewels and her Treasure Having no remorse of State or Royal Blood In homely poor array She got from Court away to meet her joy and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great Had taken up his seat to wait her comming in the night But to see what sudden danger To this Princely stranger chanced as he sat alone By Out-laws he was Robbed And with Poniard stobbed uttering many a dying groan The Princess arm'd by him And by true desire Mandring all the night without dread at all Still unknown she pass'd In her strange attire Comming at the last in the ecchoes call You fair woods quoth she Honoured may you be harbouring my hearts delight UUhich doth compass here My joy and only dear my trusty friend and Noble Right Sweet I come unto thee Sweet I come to woe thee that thou may'st not angry be For my long delaying And thy courteous staying ' mends for all I 'le make to thee Passing thus along Through the Forrest Many grievous groans sounding in her ears UUhere she heard a man To lament the sorest That was ever seen forced by deadly fear Farewel my dear quoth he Whom I shall never see for why my life is at an end Through villanies cruelty Loe here for thee I dye to shew I am a faithful Friend Here I lye a bleeding UUhile my thoughts are feeding on the rarest beauty found O hard hap that may be Little knows my Lady my heart blood lies on the groundâ— UUith that he gave a groan UUhich did burst asundier All the tender strings of his bleeding heart She which knew his voice At his tale did wonder All her former joy did to grief convert Straight she ran to see UUhom this man should be that so like her love did speak And found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain all smeared in blood which life did break When this deed they spied Lord how sore she cried her sorrows cannot counted be Her eyes like fountains runing While she cried out my Darling I would that I had died for thee His pale lips alas Twenty times she kissed And his face did wash with her trickling tears Every bleeding wound Her fair words bedewed Wiping off the Blood with her Golden Hair Speak fair Prince to me one sweet word of
this Night your Company Quoth she I will not my Lord in any thing deny A very great and sumtuous Feast did Holofornes make Amongst the Lords and 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Iudiths 〈◊〉 But of their dainties in 〈…〉 would pleasant Iudith take â—et Holofornes merry 〈◊〉 so near him she was 〈◊〉 And being very pleasâ—â—â—ly disposed at that 〈◊〉 Ye drunk with them 〈…〉 of strong 〈…〉 So that his strength 〈…〉 so far from 〈…〉 They laid him down and Judith their was brought unto his Bed When all the Doors about were sâ—ut and every one was 〈◊〉 Hard by the Pillow of his 〈◊〉 his Sword 〈…〉 dawn Then down she took 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 She cut his Head from 〈…〉 quite and gave it to her Maid The rich and Golden Canopy that hung â—â—er his Bed She took the same with her likewise with Holofornes Head And thus through all the Court of Guards she escap'd clean away None did her stay thinking that she had gone forth to pray When she had past escap'd quite the danger of them all And that she was come near unto the siedged Cities wall Come open me the Gates quoth she our Foe the Lord hath slain See here his Head within my hand that bore so great a Fame Upon a Pole they pifcht his Head that all men might it spy And o're the City wall forthwith they set it presently Then all the Souldiers in the town marcht forth in rich Array But sure their Foes spy'd their approach for 't was at break of day Then running hastily to call their General out of Bed They found his liveless Body there but clean without a head UUhen this was known all in amaze they fled away each man They left their tents full rich behind and so away they ran â—o here behold how God provides for them that in him trust UUhen earthly hope is all in vain he takes us from the dust How often hath our Judith sav'd and kept us from decay Sainst Holofornes and Pope as may he seen this day FINIS 5. A Princely Ditty in praise of the English ROSE Translated out of French AMongst the Princely Paragons Bedeckt with dainty Diamonds UUithin my eye none doth come nigh the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies pass in bravery In Flanders Spain and Italy But yet the famous flower of France doth honour the Rose of England A s I abroad was walking I heard the small Birds â—â—l king And every one did frauâ— her sâ—ng in praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. Caesar may vaunt of Histories and Croesus of his happiness But he were blest that may hear in his breast the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies c. The bravest Lute bring hither And let us sing together Whilst I do ring on every string the praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. The sweet perfumes and Spices The Wise-men brought to Jesus Did never smell a quarter so well as doth the Rose of England The Lillies c. Then fair and Princely Flower That ever my heart doth power None may be compared to thee which art the fair Rose of England The Lillies c. 6. A Communication between Fancy and desire COme hither â—hepherds Swain Sir what do you requireâ— I pray thee shew thy Name my name is fond Dellre When wast thou â—orsâ— Desire â— in pomp and pride of May By whom sweet Child wast thou 〈◊〉 of fond Conceit men say Tell me who was thy Nurse sweet Youth and sugreâ— joys What was thy Meat and dainty Food sad sighs and great Aâ—noys What had'st thou for to Drink unsavory Lovers teares What Cradle wast thou rocked in in Love devoid of fears What lull'd thee then asleep sweet Speech which likes me best Tell me where is thy dwelling place in gentle Hearts I rest What thing doth please thee most to gaze on beauty still UUhom dost thou think to be thy Foe disdain of thy good-will Doth Company displease ye sure many a one UUhere doth desire delight to live he loves to live alone Doth either time or Age bring him into decay No no Desire both lives and dyes ten thousand times a day Then fond Desires farewel thou art no meat for me I would loath to dwell with such a one as thee FINIS THE THIRD PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL Song 1. A Maids Choice 'twixt Age and Youth CRabbed Age and Youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasure Age is full of care Youth 's like Summers morn Age like winters weather Youth is full of sport Age's breath is short Youth is wild and Age is lame Youth is hot and bold Age is weak and cold Youth is wild and Age is tame Age I do abhor thee Youth I do adore thee O my Love my Lord is Young Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay'st too long Here I do attend arm'd by love and pleasure UUith my youthful Friend joyful for to meet 〈…〉 for my onely treasure Genus sugred habit fancy dainty sweet Like a loveing wife So lead I my life thirsting for my hearts desire Come sweet Youth I pray Away Old Man away thou canst not give what I require For Old Age I care not Come my love and spare not Age is Feeble Youth is strong Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay too long Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running Drive not on so fast bright resplendant Sun For fair Dapnes sake now express thy running Pitty on me take else I am undone Your hours swift of flight That waste with Titans sight and so consuâ—ie the chearful â—oy O stay a while with me Till I my Love may see O Youth thou dost so long delay Time will over slip us And in pleasure trip us come away therefore with 〈◊〉 I would not lose an hour For fair Londons Tower Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉 Flora's Banks are spread in their rich attire With their dainty Uiolet and the Priâ—â—rose sweet Dazies white and red fitting Youths desire Whereby the Daffadilly and the Cowslip meet All for youths deâ—ire Their fresh Colours move in the Meadows green an◠〈◊〉 The Birds with sweeter Roâ—ts Do strain their pritty throats to entertain my love this way I with twenty wishes And an hundred kisses would receive him by the hand If he gave not me a fall I would him Coward call and all unto my word would stand Lo where he appears like young Adonis Ready to set on fire the chasest heart alive Jewel of my life welcome where thine own is Pleasant are thy looks sorrows to deprive Embrasing thy Darling Dear Without all doubtful fear on thy command I wholly rest Do what thou wilt to me Therein I agree and be not strange to my request To Youth I only yield Age fits not Venus field though I be conquered what care I In such a pleasant war Come meet me if you dare who first mislikes let them cry