Nobility should bear it If Counsel aid that France will tell I know Whose Towns lye wast before the English Foe When thrice we gave the conquer'd French the foil * At Agincourt at Cravant and Vernoyle If Faith avail these Arms did Henry hold To claym his Crown yet scarcely nine months old If Countries care have leave to speak for me Gray hairs in youth my witness then may be If peoples tongues give splendor to my Fame They add a Title to Duke Humphry's Name If Toyle at home French Treason English Hate Shall tell my skill in mannaging the State If forreign Travel my success may try * Then Flanders Almain Boheme Burgundie That Robe of Rome proud Beauford now doth wear In every place such sway should never bear * The Crosier staff in his imperious Hand To be the Scepter that controules the Land That home to England Dispensations draws Which are of power to abrogate our Laws And for those Sums the wealthy Church should pay Upon the needy Comm'nalty to lay His ghostly Counsels only do advise * The means how Langley's Progeny may rise Pathing young Henry's unadvised ways A Duke of York from Cambridge house to raise Which after may our Title undermine Grafted since Edward in Gaunts famous Line Us of Succession falsely to deprive Which they from Clarence fainedly derive Knowing the will old Cambridge ever bore To catch the Wreath that famous Henry wore With Gray and Scroop when first he layd the Plot From us and ours the Garland to have got As from the March-born Mortimer to reign Whose Title Glendour stoutly did maintain When the proud Percies haughty March and he Had shar'd the Land by equal parts in three * His Priesthood now stern Mowbray will restore To stir the fire that kindled was before Against the Yorkists that shall their Claim advance To steel the point of Norfolk's sturdy Lance. Upon the Breast of Harford's issue bent In just revenge of ancient Banishment He doth advise to let our Pris'ner go And doth inlarge the faithless Scotish Foe * Giving our Heirs in Marriage that their Dow'rs May bring invasion upon us and ours Ambitious Suffolk so the Helm doth guide With Beauford's damned Policies suppl'd He and the Queen in Counsel still confer How to raise him who hath advanced her But my dear Heart how vainely do I dream And fly from thee whose Sorrows are my Theam My love to thee and England thus divided Which hath the most how hard to be decided Or thou or that to censure I am loath So near are you so dear unto me both 'Twixt that and thee for equal love I find England ingrateful and my El'nor kind But though my Country justly I reprove Yet I for that neglected have my love Nevertheless thy Humphry's to the now As when fresh Beauty triumph'd on thy Brow As when thy Graces I admired most Or of thy Favours might the frankly'st boast Those Beauties were so infinite before That in abundance I was only poor Of which though Time hath taken some again I ask no more but what doth yet remain Be patient gentle Heart in thy distress Thou art a Princess not a whit the less Whilst in these Breasts we bear about this Life I am thy Husband and thou art my Wife Cast not thine eye on such as mounted be But look on those cast down as low as we For some of them which proudly pearch so hie Ere long shall come as low as thou or I. They weep for joy and let us laugh in Woe We shall exchange when Heav'n will have it so We mourn and they in after-time may mourn Woe past may once laugh present Woe to scorn And worse then hath been we can never tast Worse cannot come then is already past In all extream's the only depth of ill Is that which comforts the afflicted still Ah would to God thou couldst thy Griefs deny And on my back let all the Burthen lye Or if thou canst resign make them mine own Both in one Carriage to be undergone Till we again our former hopes recover And prosp'rous Times blow these Misfortunes over For in the thought of those fore-passed years Some new resemblance of old Joy appears Mutual our Care so mutual be our Love That our Affliction never can remove So rest in peace where peace hath hope to live Wishing thee more then I my self can give ANNOTATIONS of the Chronicle History At Agincourt at Cravant and Vernoyle THe three famous Battels fought by the Englishmen in France Agincourt by Henry the fifth against the whole Power of France Cravant fought by Montacute Earl of Salisbury and the Duke of Burgoyne against the Dolphin of France and William Stuart Constable of Scotland Vernoyle fought by John Duke of Bedford against the Duke of Alanson and with him most of the Nobility of France Duke Humphry an especial Counsellor in all these Expeditions Then Flanders Almaine Boheme Burgundy Here remembring the ancient Amity which in his Embassies he had concluded betwixt the King of England and Sigismund Emperor of Almain drawing the Duke of Burgoyne into the same League giving himself as an Hostage for the Duke at Saint Omers while the Duke came to Calice to confirm the League With his many other Imployments to forreign Kingdomes That Crosier staff in his imperious hand Henry Beauford Cardinal of Winchester that proud and haughty Prelate received the Cardinals Hat at Calice by the Popes Legate which dignity Henry the fifth his Nephew forbad him to take upon him knowing his haughty and malicious spirit unfit for that Robe and Calling The means how Langley's Progeny may rise As willing to shew the House of Cambridge to be descended of Edmund Langley Earl of York a younger Brother to John of Gaunt his Grandfather as much as in him lay to smother the Title that the Yorkists made to the Crown from Lionel of Clarence Gaunts elder Brother by the Daughter of Mortimer His Priesthood now stern Mowbray doth restore Noting the ancient Grudge between the House of Lancaster and Norfolk ever since Moubray Duke of Norfolk was banished for the Accusation of Henry Duke of Harford after that King of England Father to Duke Humphry Which Accusation he came as a Combatant to have made good in the Lists at Coventry Giving our Heirs in Marriage that their Dow'rs James Stuart King of Scots having been long Prisoner in England was released and took to Wife the Daughter of John Duke of Somerset Sister to John Duke of Somerset Neice to the Cardinal and the Duke of Excester and Cousin-German removed to the King This King broke the Oath he had taken and became afterward a great Enemy to England FINIS WILLIAM DE-LA-POOLE Duke of SUFFOLK TO Queen MARGARET The ARGUMENT William De-La-Pool first Marquess and after created Duke of Suffolk being sent into France by King Henry the Sixth concluded a Marriage between the King his Master and Margaret Daughter to Rayner Duke of Anjou who only had the
so dye ANNOTATIONS of the Chronicle History THis Epistle containeth no particular Points of History more than the generality of the Argument layeth open for after the Banishment of the Lord Robert Fitz-water and that Matilda was become a Recluse at Dunmow from whence this Reply is imagined to be written the King still earnestly persisting in his Sute Matilda with this chaste and constant Denyall hopes yet at length to find some comfortable Remedy and to rid her self of Doubts by taking upon her this Monastick Habit and to shew that she still beareth in mind his former Cruelty bred by the impatience of his Lust she remembreth him of her Fathers Banishment the lawless Exile of her Allies Friends Do'st thou of Father and of Friends deprive me Then complaining of her Distress that flying thither thinking there to find Relief she seeth her self most assailed where 〈◊〉 hoped to have found most Safety Fled I first hither hoping to have aid Here thus c. After again standing upon the precise Points of Conscience not to cast off this Habit she had taken Vowing my self religiously a Nun. And at last laying open more particularly the Miserie 's sustained by her Father in England the Burning of his Castles and Houses which she proveth to be for her sake as respecting only her Honour more then his Native Country and his own Fortunes And to withstand a Tyrant's lewd desire Beheld his Towns spent in revengefull Fire Knitting up her Epistle with a great and constant Resolution Though Dunmow give no Refuge here at all Dunmow can give my Body Burial FINIS QUEEN ISABEL TO MORTIMER The ARGUMENT Queen Isabel Wife to Edward the Second called Edward Carnarvan and Daughter of Philip de Beau King of France being in the glory of her Youth forsaken by the King her Husband who delighted only in the Company of Pierce Gaveston his Minion and Favourite drew into her especial Favour Roger Mortimer Lord of Wigmore a Man of an invincible Spirit who rising in Arms against the King with Thomas Earl of Lancaster and the Barons was taken e'er he could gather his Power and by the King committed to the Tower of London During his Imprisonment he ordained a Feast in honour of his Birth-day to which he invited Sir Stephen Segrave Lieutenant of the Tower and the rest of the Officers where by means of a Drink prepared by the Queen he cast them all into a heavy sleep and with Ladders of Cords being ready prepared for the purpose he escapeth and flieth into France whilst she sendeth this Epistle complaining of her own Misfortune and greatly rejoycing at his safe Escape THough such sweet comfort comes not now from her As Englands Queen hath sent to Mortimer Yet what that wants may it my Power approve If Lines can bring this shall supply with Love Me thinks Affliction should not fright me so Nor should resume those sundry shapes of Woe But when I fain would find the cause of this Thy absence shews me where my Error is Oft when I think of thy departing hence Sad Sorrow then possesseth ev'ry Sense But finding thy dear Bloud preserv'd thereby And in thy Life my long-wish'd Liberty With that sweet Thought alone my self I please Amidst my Grief which sometimes gives me ease Thus doe extreamest Ills a Joy possess And one Woe makes another Woe seem less That blessed Night that mild-aspected Hour Wherein thou mad'st escape out of the Towre Shall consecrated evermore remain Some gentle Planet in that Hour did reign And shall be happy in the Birth of Men Which was chief Lord of the Ascendant then * Oh how I fear'd that sleepy Juyce I sent Might yet want power to further thine Intent Or that some unseen Mystery might lurk Which wanting order kindly should not work Oft did I wish those dreadfull poys'ned Lees Which clos'd the ever-waking Dragons Eyes Or I had had those Sense-bereaving Stalks That grow in shady Proserpine's dark Walks Or those black Weeds on Lethe Banks below Or Lunarie that doth on Latmus flow Oft did I fear this moist and foggy Clime Or that the Earth wax'd barren now with time Should not have Herbs to help me in this case Such as do thrive on India's parched Face That Morrow when the blessed Sun did rise And shut the Lids of all Heav'n's lesser Eyes Forth from my Palace by a secret Stair * I stole to Thames as though to take the Air And ask'd the gentle Floud as it doth glide If thou didst pass or perish by the Tide If thou didst perish I desire the Stream To lay thee softly on his Silver Team And bring thee to me to the quiet Shoar That with his Tears thou might'st have some Tears more When suddenly doth rise a rougher Gale With that methinks the troubled Waves look pale And sighing with that little Gust that blows With this remembrance seem to knit their Brows Ev'n as this sudden Passion doth affright me The chearfull Sun breaks from a Cloud to light me Then doth the Bottom evident appear As it would shew me that thou wast not there When as the Water flowing where I stand Doth seem to tell me thou art safe on Land * Did Bulloin once a Festival prepare For England Almain Cicill and Navarre When France those Buildings envy'd only blest Grac'd with the Orgies of my Bridall Feast That English Edward should refuse my Bed For that lascivious shameless Ganimed * And in my place upon his Regal Throne To set that Girle-Boy wanton Gavesion Betwixt the Feature of my Face and his My Glass assures me no such diff'rence is * That a foul Witches Bastard should thereby Be thought more worthy of his Love then I. What doth avail us to be Princes Heirs When we can boast our Birth is only theirs When base dissembling Flatterers shall deceive us Of all that our great Ancestors did leave us * And of our Princely Jewels and our Dowres Let us enjoy the least of what is ours When Minions Heads must wear our Monarchs Crowns To raise up Dunghils with our famous Towns Those Beggars-Brats wrapt in our rich Perfumes Their Buzzard-wings imp'd with our Eagles Plumes * And match'd with the brave Issue of our Blood Ally the Kingdom to their cravand Brood Did Longshanks purchase with his conqu'ring Hand * Albania Gascoyne Cambria Ireland That young Carnarvan his unhappy Son * Should give away all that his Father won To back a Stranger proudly bearing down The brave Allies and Branches of the Crown * And did great Edward on his Death-bed give This Charge to them who afterwards should live That that proud Gascoyne banished the Land No more should tread upon the English Sand And have these great Lords in the Quarrel stood And seal'd his last Will with their dearest Blood * That after all this fearfull Massacre The Fall of Beauchamp Lacy Lancaster Another Faithless Favourite should arise To cloud the Sun of our Nobilities * And gloried I in Gaveston's great Fall
Son so base That to Gaunt's Issue should give Soveraign place * He that from France brought John his Prisoner home As those great Caesars did their Spoyls to Rome * Whose Name obtained by his fatal Hand Was ever fearfull to that conquer'd Land His Fame encreasing purchas'd in those Wars Can scarcely now be bounded with the Stars With him is Valour from the base World fled Or here in me is it extinguished Who for his Vertue and his Conquests sake Posterity a Demy-god shall make And judge this vile and abject Spirit of mine Could not proceed from temper so divine What Earthly Humour or what vulgar Eye Can look so low as on our Misery When Bullenbrook is mounted to our Throne And makes that his which we but call'd our own Into our Counsels he himself intrudes And who but Henry with the Multitudes His Power desgrades his dreadfull Frown disgraceth He throws them down whom our Advancement placeth As my disable and unworthy Hand Never had Power belonging to Command He treads our sacred Tables in the dust * And proves our Acts of Parliment unjust As though he hated that it should be said That such a Law by Richard once was made Whilst I deprest before his Greatness lye Under the weight of Hate and Infamy My Back a Foot-stool Bullenbrook to raise My Looseness mock'd and hatefull by his praise Out-live mine Honour bury my Estate And leave my self nought but my Peoples Hate Sweet Queen I le take all Counsel thou canst give So that thou bidst me neither hope nor live Succour that comes when Ill hath done his worst But sharpens Grief to make us more accurst Comfort is now unpleasing to mine Eare Past cure past care my Bed become my Bier Since now Misfortune humbleth us so long Till Heaven be grown unmindfull of our Wrong Yet it forbid my Wrongs should ever dye But still remembred to Posterity And let the Crown be fatal that he wears And ever wet with wofull Mothers Tears Thy Curse on Percy angry Heavens prevent Who have not one Curse left on him unspent To scourge the World now borrowing of my store As rich of Woe as I a King am poor Then cease dear Queen my Sorrows to bewaile My Wound 's too great for Pity now to heale Age stealeth on whilst thou complainest thus My Grief be mortal and infectious Yet better Fortunes thy fair Youth may try That follow thee which still from me doth fly ANNOTATIONS on the Chronicle History This Tongue which then denounc'd my Regal State RIchard the Second at the Resignation of the Crown to the Duke of Harford in the Tower of London delivering the same with his own hand there confessed his disability to govern vtterly denouncing all Kingly Authority And left'st great Burbon for thy love to me Before the Princess Isabel was married to the King Lewes Duke of Burbon sued to have had her in Marriage which was thought he had obtained if this Motion had not fallen out in the mean time This Duke of Burbon sued again to have received her at her coming into France after the imprisonment of King Richard but King Charles her Father then crossed him as before and gave her to Charles son to the Duke of Orleans When Harford had his Judgement of Exile When the Combate should have been at Coventry betwixt Henry Duke of Harford and Thomas Duke of Norfolk where Harford was adjudged to Banishment for ten years the Commons exceedingly lamented so greatly was be ever favoured of the People Then being forc'd t' abridge his banish'd years When the Duke came to take his leave of the King being then at Eltham the King to please the Commons rather then for any love he bare to Harford repealed four years of his Banishment But Henry boasts of our Atchievements done Henry the eldest son of John Duke of Lancaster at the first Earle of Darby then created Duke of Harford after the death of Duke John his father was Duke of Lancaster and Hartford Earl of Darby Liecester and Lincoln and after he had obtained the Crown was called by the name of Bullenbrook which is a Town in Lincolnshire as vsually all the Kings of England bare the name of the place where they were born Seven goodly Siens in their Spring did flourish Edward the third had seven sons Edward Prince of Wales after called the Black-Prince William of Hatfield the second Lionel Duke of Clarence the third John of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster the fourth Edmund of Langley Duke of York the fifth Thomas of Woodstock Dukes of Glocester the sixt William of Windsor the seventh Edward the top-branch of that golden Tree As disabling Henry Bullenbrook being but Son of the fourth Brother William and Lionel being both before John of Gaunt He that from France brought John his Prisoner home Edward the Black-Prince taking John King of France Prisoner at the Battel of Poictiers brought him into England where at the Savoy he died Whose Name atchieved by his fatal hand Called the Black-Prince not so much of his Complexion as of the famous Battels he fought as is shewed before in the Gloss upon the Epistle of Edward to the Countess of Salisbury And proves our Acts of Parliament unjust In the next Parliament after Richard's Resignation of the Crown Henry caused to be annihilated all the Laws made in the Parliament called the Wicked Parliament held in the twentieth year of King Richards Reign FINIS Queen KATHERINE TO OWEN TUDOR The ARGUMENT After the Death of Henry the fifth Queen Katherine Dowager of England and France Daughter to Charles the French King holding her Estate with Henry her Son then Sixth of that name falleth in Love with Owen Tudor a Welchman a brave and gallant Gentleman of the Wardrobe to the young King her Son yet fearing if her Love should be discov'red the Nobility would cross her purposed Marriage or if her Princely promise should not assure his good success the high and great Attempt might perhaps daunt the forwardness of this modest and shamefull Youth She therefore writes to him this following Epistle JUdge not a Princes worth impeach'd hereby That Love thus triumphs over Majesty Nor think less Vertue in this Royal Hand That it intreats and wonted to command For in this sort tho' humbly now it woo The day hath been thou would'st have kneel'd unto Nor think that this submission of my State Proceeds from Frailty rather judge it Fate Alcides ne'r more fit for Wars stern Shock Then when with Women spinning at the Rock Never less Clouds did Phoebus glory dim Then in a Clowns shape when he covered him Joves great Command was never more obey'd Then when a Satyrs Antick parts he play'd He was thy King who su'd for love to me And she his Queen who sues for love to thee When Henry was my love was only his But by his death it Owen Tudors is My love to Owen him my Henry giveth My love to Henry in my Owen liveth Henry
woo'd me whilst Wars did yet increase I woo my Tudor in sweet calms of Peace To force Affection he did Conquest prove I come with gentle Arguments of Love * Incamp'd at Melans in Wars hot Alarms First saw I Henry clad in Princely Arms At pleasant Windsor First these Eyes of mine My Tudor judg'd for wit and shape divine Henry abroad with Puissance and with Force Tudor at home with Courtship and Discourse He then thou now I hardly can judge whether Did like me best Plantaginet or Tether A March a Measure Battel or a Dance A Courtly Rapier or a conqu'ring Launce His Princely Bed hath strength'ned my Renown * And on my Temples set a double Crown Which glorious Wreath as Henrys lawfull Heir Henry the sixth upon his Brow doth bear * At Troy in Champain he did first enjoy My Bridal Rites to England brought from Troy In England now that Honour thou shalt have Which once in Champain famous Henry gave I seek not Wealth three Kingdoms in my Power If these suffice not where shall be my Dower Sad Discontent may ever follow her Which doth base Pelf before true Love prefer If Titles still could our Affections tye What is so great but Majesty might buy As I seek thee so Kings doe me desire To what they would thou eas'ly may'st aspire That sacred Fire once warm'd my Heart before The Fuell fit the Flame is now the more And means to quench it I in vain doe prove We may hide Treasure but not hide our Love And since it is thy Fortune thus to gain it It were too late nor will I now restrain it * Nor these great Titles vainly will I bring Wife Daughter Mother Sister to a King Of Grandfire Father Husband Son and Brother More thou alone to me then all these other * Nor fear my Tudor that this love of mine Should wrong the Gaunt-born great Lancastrian Line * Or make the English Blood the Sun and Moon Repine at Lorain Burdon Alanson Nor doe I think there is such different ods They should alone be numbred with the Gods Of Cadmus Earthly Issue reck'ning us And they from Jove Mars Neptune Eolus Of great Latonas O'ff-spring onely they And wee the Brats of wofull Niobe Our famous Grandsires as their own bestrid That Horse of Fame that God-begotten Steed Whose bounding Hoof plow'd that Boetian Spring Where those sweet Maids of Memory doe sing I claim not all from Henry but as well To be the Child of Charles and Isabel Nor can I think from whence their Grief should grow That by this Match they be disparag'd so * When John and Longshanks Issue were affy'd And to the Kings of Wales in Wedlock ty'd Shewing the greatness of your Blood thereby Your Race and Royal Consanguinity And Wales as well as haughty England boasts * Of Camilot and all her Pentecosts To have precedence in Pendragons Race At Arthur's Table challenging the Place If by the often Conquest of your Land They boast the Spoiles of their victorious Hand If these our ancient Chronicles be true They altogether are not free from you * When bloody Rufus sought your Towns to sack Twice entring Wales yet twice was beaten back When famous Cambria wash'd her in the Flood Made by th' effusion of the English Blood * And oft return'd with glorious Victory From Worcester Her'ford Chester Shrewsbury Whose Power in ev'ry Conquest so prevails As once expuls'd the English out of Wales Although my Beauty made my Countries Peace And at my Bridal former Broils did cease More then his Power had not his Person been I had not come to England as a Queen Nor took I Henry to supply my want Because in France that time my choice was scant When it had robb'd all Christendom of Men And Englands Flower remain'd amongst us then Gluoster whose Counsels Nestor-like assist Couragious Bedford that great Martiallist Clarence for Vertue honour'd of his Foes And York whose Fame yet daily greater grows Warwick the pride of Nevil's haughty Race Great Salisbury so fear'd in ev'ry place That valiant Pool whom no Atchievement dar's And Vere so famous in the Irish Wars Who though my self so great a Princess born The best of these my equal need not scorn But Henry's rare Perfections and his parts As conqu'ring Kingdoms so he conquer'd Hearts As chaste was I to him as Queen might be But freed from him my chaste love vow'd to thee Beauty doth fetch all Favour from thy Face All perfect Court-ship resteth in thy Grace If thou discourse my Lips such Accents break As Love a Spirit forth of thee seem'd to speak The Brittish Language which our Vowels wants And jarrs so much upon harsh Consonants Comes with such grace from thy mellifluous Tongue As the sweet Notes doe of a well-set Song And runs as smoothly from those Lips of thine As the pure Tuskan from the Florentine Leaving such seas'ned sweetness in the Ear That the Voyce past the sound abides still there In Nisus Tower as when Apollo lay And on his golden Viol us'd to play Where senceless Stones were with such Musick drown'd As many years they did retain the Sound Let not the Beams that Greatness doth reflect Amaze thy Hopes with timerous respect Assure thee Tudor Majesty can be As kind in love as can the mean'st degree And the embraces of a Queen as true As theirs which think them much advanc'd by you When in our Greatness our Affections crave Those secret Joyes that other Women have So I a Queen be soveraign in my choice Let others fawn upon the publick voice Or what by this can ever hap to thee Light in respect to be belov'd of me Let pevish Wordlings prate of Right and Wrong Leave Plaints and Pleas to whom they doe belong Let old Men speak of Chances and Events And Laywers talk of Titles and Descents Leave fond Reports to such as Stories tell And Covenants to those that buy and sell Love my sweet Tudor that becomes thee best And to our good success refer the rest ANNOTATIONS of the Chronicle History Incamp'd at Melans in Wars hot Alarms First c. NEar unto Melans upon the River of Seyne was the appointed place of Parley between the two Kings of England and France to which place Isabel the Queen of France and the Duke of Rurgoyne brought the young Princess Katherine where King Henry first saw her And on my Temples set a double Crown Henry the fifth and Queen Katherine were taken as King Queen of France and during the life of Charles the French King Henry was called King of England and Heir of France and after the death of Henry the fift Henry the fixth his son then being very young was crown'd at Paris as true and lawfull King of England and France At Troy in Champaine he did first enjoy Troy in Champaine was the place where that victorious King Henry the fift married the Princess Katherine in the presence of the chief Nobility of the Realms of
thou my Lines should tell But like the toling of the doleful Bell Bidding the Deaths-man to prepare the Grave Expect from me no other news to have My Breast which once was Mirths imperial Throne A vast and desart Wilderness is grown Like that cold Region from the World remote On whose breem Seas the Icy Mountains flote Where those poor Creatures banish'd from the Light Do live impris'ned in continual Night No Object greets my Souls internal Eyes But Divinations of sad Tragidies And Care takes up her solitary Inn Where Youth and Joy their Court did once begin As in September when our year resignes The glorious Sun to the cold Wat'ry Signs Which through the Clouds looks on the Earth in scorn The little Bird yet to salute the Morn Upon the naked Branches sets her foot The Leaves then lying on the Mossy Root And there a silly chiripping doth keep As though she fain would sing yet fain would weep Praysing fair Summer that too soon is gon Or sad for Winter too fast coming on In this strange plight I mourn for thy depart Because that Weeping cannot ease my Heart Now to our aid who stirrs the neighb'ring Kings Or who from France a powerful Army brings Who moves the Norman to abet our War * Or brings in Burgoine to aid Lancaster * Who in the North our lawful Claim commends To win us Credit with our valiant Friends To whom shall I my secret Griefs impart Whose Breast shall be the Closet of my Heart The ancient Heroe's Fame thou do'st revive As from all them thy self thou didst derive Nature by thee both gave and taketh all Alone in Pool she was too prodigal Of so divine and rich a temper wrought As Heav'n for thee Perfections depth had sought Well knew King Henry what he pleaded for When he chose thee to be his Orator Whose Angel-eye by pow'rful influence Doth utter more than human Eloquence That if again Jove would his Sports have try'd He in thy shape himself would only hide Which in his love might be of greater pow'r Than was his Nymph his Flame his Swan his Show'r * To that allegiance York was bound by Oath * To Henry's Heirs for safety of us both * No longer now he means Record shall bear it * He will dispence with Heav'n and will unswear it He that 's in all the Worlds black sins forlorn Is careless now how oft he be forsworn And here of late his Title hath set down By which he makes his Claim unto our Crown And now I hear his hateful Dutchess chars And rips up their Descent unto her Brats And blesseth them as Englands lawful Heirs And tells them that our Diadem is theirs And if such hap her Goddess Fortune bring * If three Sons fail she 'l make the fourth a King * He that 's so like his Dam her youngest Dick * That foul ill-favour'd crook-back'd Stigmatick * That like a Carkass stoln out of a Tomb * Came the wrong way out of his Mothers Womb * With Teeth in 's Head his passage to have torn * As though begot an Age ere he was born Who now will curb proud York when he shall rise Or arm our Right against his Enterprise To crop that Bastard Weed which dayly grows * To over-shadowd our Vermilon Rose * Or who will muzzel that unruly Bear Whose presence strikes our peoples Hearts with fear Whilst on his knees this wretched King is down To save them labour reaching at his Crown Where like a mounting Cedar he should bear His plumed Top aloft into the Air And let these Shurbs sit underneath his Shrowds Whilst in his Arms he doth imbrace the Clouds O that he should his Fathers Right inherit Yet be an Alien to that mighty Spirit How were those pow'rs dispers'd or whither gone Should sympathise in Generation Or what opposed influence had force So much t' abuse and alter Natures course All other Creatures follow after kind But Man alone doth not beget the Mind * My daisy flower which once perfum'd the Air Which for my favour Princes deign'd to wear Now in the dust lies trodden on the ground And with York's Garland ev'ry one is crown'd When now his Rising waits on our Decline And in our Setting he begins to shine Now in the Skies that dreadful Comet waves * And who be Stars but Warwicks bearded Staves And all those Knees which bended once so low Grow stiff as though they had forgot to bow And none like them pursue me with dispite Which most have cry'd God save Queen Margarite When Fame shall brute thy Banishment abroad The Yorkist's Faction then will lay on load And when it comes once to our Western Coast O how that â—ag Dame Elinor will boast And labour straight by all the means she can To be call'd home out of the Isle of Man To which I know great Warwick will consent To have it done by Act of Parliament That to my Teeth my Birth she may defie * Sland'ring Duke Reyner with base Beggery The only way she could devise to grieve me Wanting sweet Suffolk which should most relieve me And from that Stock doth sprout another Bloom * A Kentish Rebel a base upstart Groom * And this is he the White-Rose must prefer * By Clarence Daughter match'd with Mortimer Thus by Yorks means this rascal Pesant Cade Must in all haste Plantaginet be made For that ambitious Duke sets all on work To sound what Freinds affect the Claim of York Whilst he abroad doth practice to command * And makes us weak by strength'ning Ireland More his own power still seeking to increase Than for King Henries good or Englands peace * Great Winchester untimely is deceas'd That more and more my Woes should be increas'd Beauford whose shoulders proudly bare up all The Churches Prop that famous Cardinal The Commons bent to mischief never let * With France t' upbraid that valiant Somerset Rayling in Tumults on his Souldiers loss Thus all goes backward cross comes after cross And now of late Duke Humphry's old Allies With banish'd El'nors base Accomplices Attending their Revenge grow wound'rous Crouse And threaten Death and Vengeance to our House And I alone the last poor remnant am * ' Tindure these storms with woful Buckingham I pray thee Pool have care how thou do'st pass Never the Sea yet half so dangerous was * And one fore-told by Water thou should'st dy Ah! foul befall that foul Tongues Prophesie Yet I by Night am troubled in my Dreams That I do see thee toss'd in dang'rous Streams And oft-times Ship-wrack'd cast upon the Land And lying breathless on the queachy Sand And oft in Visions see thee in the Night Where thou at Sea maintain'st a dang'rous Fight And with thy proved Target and thy Sword Beat'st back the Pyrat which would come aboard Yet be not angry that I warn thee thus The truest love is most suspicious Sorrow doth utter what it still doth grieve But Hope forbids us Sorrow to believe And in