Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	lord_n	sir_n	thomas_n	14,578	5	8.6064	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02132	A maidens dreame vpon the death of the Right Honorable Sir Christopher Hatton knight, late Lord Chancelor of England / by Robert Green ...	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.	1591 (1591)	STC 12271; ESTC S2695	7,286	21

A MAIDENS DREAME VPON THE DEATH OF THE right Honorable Sir Christopher Hatton Knight late Lord Chancelor of ENGLAND By Robert Green Master of Arts. Imprinted at London by Thomas Scarlet for Thomas Nelson 1591. TO THE RIGHT VVORSHIPFVL BOVNtifull and vertuous Ladie the Ladie Elizabeth Hatton Wife to the right Worshipfull Sir William Hatton Knight increase of all honorable vertues MOurning as well as many right Worshipfull Ladie for the late losse of the right Honorable your deceased Vnckle whose death being the common preiudice of a present age was lamented of most if not all and I among the rest sorrowing that my Countrie was depriued of him that liued not for himselfe but for his Countrie I began to call to mind what a subiect was ministred to the excellent wits of both Vniuersities to work vpon when so worthie a knight and so vertuous a Iusticiarie had by his death left many memorable actions performed in his life deseruing highly by some rare men to be registred Passing ouer many daies in this muse at last I perceiued mens humors slept that loue of many friends followed no farther then their graues that Art was growen idle and either choice schollers feared to write of so high a subiect as his vertues or else they dated their deuotions no further then his life While thus I debated with my selfe I might see to the great disgrace of the Poets of our time some Mycanicall wits blow vp mountaines and bring forth mise who with their follies did rather disparage his Honors than decypher his vertues beside as Virtutis comes est inuidia so base report who hath her tong blistered by slanderous enuie began as farre as she durst now after his death to murmure who in his life time durst not once mutter whervpon touched with a Zealous iealousie ouer his wonderfull vertues I could not whatsoeuer discredit I reapt by my presumption although I did Tenui Auena meditari but discouer the honorable qualities of so worthie a Counsellor not for anie priuat benefit I euer had of him which should induce me fauorably to flatter his worthie partes but onely that I shame to let slip with silence the vertues and honors of so worthie a knight whose deserts had bin so many and so great towards al. Therfore right worshipful Ladie I drewe a fictiō called A Maidens Dreame which as it is Enigmaticall so it is not without some speciall and considerate reasons Whose slender Muse I present vnto your Ladiship induced therunto first that I know you are partaker of your husbands sorrowes for the death of his honourable Vncle and desire to heare his honors put in memorie after his death as you wished his aduancement in vertues to be great in his life as also that I am your Ladiships poore Countrimā and haue long time desired to gratifie your right worshipfull father with some thing worthie himselfe Which because I could not to my content performe I haue now taken oportunitie to shew my duetie to him in his daughter although the gift be farre too meane for so worshipfull and vertuous a Lady Yet hoping your Ladishippe will with courtesie fauour my presuming follies and in gratious acceptance vouch of my well meant labours I humbly take my leaue Your Ladiships humbly at commaund R. Greene. Nordouicensis A Maidens Dreame ME thought in slumber as I lay and dreamt I sawe a silent spring raild in with Ieat From sunnie shade or murmur quite exempt The glide whereof gainst weeping flints did beat And round about were leauelesse beeches set So darke it seemed nights mantle for to borrow And well to be the gloomie den of sorrow About this spring in mourning roabes of blacke Were sundrie Nymphs or Goddesses me thought That seemly sate in rankes iust backe to backe On Mossie benches Nature there had wrought And cause the wind spring no murmure brought They fild the aire with such laments and groanes That Eccho sigh'd out their heart-breaking mones Elbow on knee and head vpon their hand As mourners sit so sat these Ladies all Garlands of Eben-bowes whereon did stand A golden crowne their mantles were of pall And from their waterie eies warme teares did fall With wringing hands they sat and sigh'd like those That had more griefe then well they could disclose I lookt about and by the fount I spied A Knight lie dead yet all in armour clad Booted and spurd a fa●●ci●on by his side A Crowne of O●●●●● on his helme he had She seemed wounded by her panting breath Her beating breast with sighs did fall and rise Wounds was there none it was her masters death That drew Electrum from her weeping eies Like scalding smoake her braying throbs outflies As Deere do mourne when arrow hath them galled So was this Hinde with Hart-sicke pains inthralled Iust at his head there sate a sumptuous Queene I gest her so for why she wore a crowne Yet were her garments parted white and greene Tierd like vnto the picture of renowne Vpon her lap she laid his head a downe Vnlike to all she smiled on his face Which made me long to know this dead mans case As thus I lookt gan Iustice to arise I knew the Goddes by her equall beame And dewing on his face balme from her eies She wet his visage with a yearnfull streame Sad mournfull lookes did from her arches gleame And like to one whom sorrow deep attaints With heaued hands she poureth forth these plaints The Complaint of Iustice. VNtoward Twins that tempers humane fate who from your distaffe draws the life of man Parce impartiall to the highest state Too soone you cut what Clotho earst began Your fatall doomes this present age may ban For you haue robd the world of such a knight As best could skil to ballance Iustice right His eyes were seates for mercy and for law Fauour in one and Iustice in the other The poore he smoth'd the proud he kept in aw As iust to strangers as vnto his brother Bribes could not make him any wrong to smother For to a Lord or to the lowest groome Stil conscience and the cawes set down the doome Delaying law that picks the clients purse Ne could this Knight abide to heare debated From day to day that claimes the poor mans curse Nor might the pleas be ouer-long dilated Much shifts of law there was by him abated With conscience carefully he heard the cause Then gaue his doome with short dispatch of lawes The poore mans crie he thought a holy knell No sooner gan their suites to pearce his eares But faire-eyed pitie in his heart did dwell And like a father that affection beares So tendred he the poore with inward teares And did redresse their wrongs when they did call But poore or rich he still was iust to all Oh wo is me saith Iustice he is dead The knight is dead that was so iust a man And in Asteras lap low lies his head Who whilom wonders in the world did scan Iustice