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The lamentation of Troy, for the death of Hector Wherevnto is annexed an olde womans tale in hir solitarie cell.
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Ogle, John, Sir, 1569-1640.
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1594
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STC 18755; ESTC S110186
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forth thy cruell tortures sound Not angels toongs though such on earth were found How doe they crie along through euery street With cloathes al torne and faces ashie pale What mourner doth not with a mourner meet When they togither tel a doleful tale Here men lament there women gastlie crie There virgines shrikes do pierce the azure skie Now euery one doth read their owne decay The Wiues do crie now shal we liue to see Our husbands slaine The men againe can say The time 's not farre we al shal spoiled be And then togither doe they crie at once Novv shal our babes be dasht against the stones Our daughters rauisht and our sonnes be slaine Our friends be murderd and our selues and all Then do they weepe in such aboundant raine Such lasting showers from their clouds doe fal As Troy did seeme in that tear-showring stound Not like to burne but rather like to drownd Thus doe they mourne the most distressed wights On whom the Gods did in such vengeance frowne That heauen depriu`d them of their vvonted lights For Troy seemd darke when Hector was put dovvne Hector they cal and they may cal their fill For he is dead and they are weeping still Then did Troys ghost againe to me appeere Goe thou quoth she and shew to Albion this Bid hir take heed she holde hir Hector deere And wel regard him while he liuing is For vvhen he dies as dooth poore Ilion heere So vvil faire Albion sorrow then I feare She vanisht then and thankt me for my paines Although quoth she few others wil doe so Wise heads wil deem`t too light by manie graines For vvho alas can rightlie weigh my vvoe My woe and griefe that toongs can neuer tel But now giue Hector this and so farewel For that my Lord I bring it vnto you For other Hector Albion novv hath none Though valiant knights faire England hath inow Whose worthy fames throughout the world are known And eke whose names shal one day forth be shovvne Yet but one Hector hath our Countrey tride Prudent in peace in Warres an expert guide FINIS I. O. An Olde Womans Tale in her solitarie Cell IT fel about that time of the yeare When Phoebus with his beamis cieer Looked on Tellus with a pleasant face Almost from the top of the highest place Of his stately throne where he in pompe rideth And through the heauens as him list glideth Carried on Palfreis whose wondrous swift pace Circuit the Welkin in a daies space So fast they wend and neuer tyre It pleasd him now with his temperate fire To put iuice and moysture soot Both in the branch and also in the root And with the countnance of his beamis sheen To make the trees and the grasse greene In the month that hight Flower of the Spring Wherein birds sweetly tune and sing And flowers are the ground embellishing By reason of this looke blandishing When fishes in the brookes are playing It was in May when they go a maying ¶ Once on a morning in this goodly tide When Aurora in the brightnesse of hir pride Looked so freshlie on vs heere That euery man by himselfe or with his fere She doth inuite to walke abroad And with hir in the fields to make some aboad I walked forth my selfe alone To see the pleasures Flora doth lone To earth and to creatures all * Walking and wandring thus it did fal That as I went through a thick Wood Where trees by trees so nigh stood And their leaues are so togither gone That Sol doth scarsely his light showne To them that thorough there passe * At length I light on a fine place Strongly enuironed with trees faire Through which there came a pleasant aire That breathed svveetly through leaues whistling Where birds on the boughs do chirpe and sing Where pleasant fountaines sweetly are flowing And on whose banks flowers dainty are growing like to a little Paradise * Now in this stound busie were mine eies To seeke and serch in euerie nooke What pleasure more might yet be tooke And what delight I might still haue At length I light on a hollovv Caue Into which lesse wise then hardy I vvent putting my life in ieopardie For it might haue beene the Den of a Lion Or the place of some monstrous Dragon Or rauenous Wolues might haue beene there Or some deuouring hungrie Beare But as Fortune would it better fell For it hapt as I shal novv tell * When I was into the caue ycome I had no sooner set foot in the roome But an olde Woman of looke thin and pale For alack melancholie makes bloud faile Speciallie if Age be sitting therevnto Then must the lustie red awaie go And meagre blunesse sit in his place Such God wot was this old womans face Which time and care had well furrowed With wrincles deepe so long she had sorrowed With bitter teares and inward greeuance But yet sure seemd to me hir count`nance Inly to shew sparkes of gentilitie And that she liu`d there only through some malady Of discontent and griefe great conceaued She now hath kindly me receaued Bidding me welcome with many words faire But there was neither stoole nor chaire Whereon to sitte Hermits seld been stor`d But with blockes and stubs such as the woods afford And after some words of course passing She askt me how I was thither comming Sithens qd she with vs it is not vsuall That passengers do amongst vs fall Our cells and caues they been so deuious And not to trauellers obuious They been so fenc`t with thornes and breers As they seldome admitte vs any feres To make recourse or to or fro But since it was thy fortune so To find this cell which none could euer Espie before since I came hether I hold it done by the diuine influence And that thou wert led by some great prouidence Only that I might make relatiowne Vnto thee of my state vvholly and condisiowne Of my cares all and calamitie And why I liue in this cell solitarie Wherefore if thou list in good discretion Awhile to abide vvithout indignation And to heare vvith gentlenes and patience By and by I vvill do my diligence To acquaint thee withall though it be nought pleasing To thine eares yet to my hart vvill it be great easing Then did she bestir hir vvith great busines To get a breakfast in readines Which when she had done with many puffes and pain It was a cup of faire water and a root scrapte cleane Here was a high matter in a lowe house The mountaines sweld and brought forth a mouse But yet the giuer made the gift great And me thought it was then a rich banquet The author made the gift so pretious For who would be at such a time curious Or fill his mind with disdaine but rather requite For the Widdow gaue much that gaue but a mite Gifts are great as they are taken But now to hir talke hath she hir betaken The breakefast is done ne might it long dure
Fortune so deuise She that neuer did well for me But still did thwart my felicitie For novv is my liuing gone to another name That gouerne the childe and enioy the same Onlie I haue a portion small To maintaine me and my tvvo boies vvithal An hundred pound yeerelie so long as I liue But now I ne might it sell nor giue It must teturne from whence it came And all must glorifie the name I meane the eldest of the house When the Dutch are drunke they say thei le carouse And where is enough there England giues more But now to returne where I was afore My husband and Maximio are now both awaie tane By cruell death as thou hast heard me sayen And thus was I left then in miserie With my two yong sonnes to keepe me companie They liu`d on me so long as I could giue them what mother sees hir children want not releeue them But alas suppose I had died next day After their father was taken away As death might haue done had it been his pleasure for he neuer keepes times houres nor measure What should my children then haue done Alas that they had is spentful soone It is not fitting to their calling But yet heare more of my wofull falling Heare now heare vvhat more befel * We did not aboue fiue years togither dwel I and my sonnes in whom was my delight But see now of Fortune the dogged spight For she now hath made a breach and partition Twixt my daughter in law me hath she sown diuision Twixt me and hir friends that now they endeuor To worke my ouerthrovv quite and for euer And now mine ovvn kinred would not me back When one is in need friends oft are most slacke And if that Fortune once doe frowne Rather then support thee they`l help thee down But if so be of them you haue no need They are most kinde and louing indeed Whom Fortune fauours they shal haue friends And friendship for most part with riches blends Pouerty is burdensom though he be of bloud It is no policie to doe him good For now vve must square al by policie Fie vpon this olde releeuing charitie They doe abandon't it smels of poperie Thus doth preuaile this nevv-brocht fopperie Out of a vessel that seemeth pure Charitie novv there is none sure But that vvhich in hir kind discretion For hir selfe only makes prouision Or else so vvel can hir almes bestow As for one gift they must receiue two Friends looke aloofe when one is poore But now I come where I was afore They strine I say and seeke all they may To procure my fall and vtter decaie And now alasse haue they found the meane To ruinate me quite and cleane Which in their high indignation They doe fulfill to my confusion For now haue they sought among the writinges Both new scrowles and old indightings Which my husband left behind And novv alas doe they finde My iointure to be but slenderlie conueid My iointure on which my sons and I both staid They trauerse the Lavv and Lavv dooth assure It is at their wil if my liuelood endure Who vvere the heires vnto the land Alas that it so ticcle should stand Alas that a kind husband his vvife shuld so leaue Alas that Maximio did not giue A better assurance while he was liuing But good yong man I thinke he knew nothing That my state was so ticle for he nere pervsed These papers wherein I was thus abused And thus on me O cruel thing My sorrovves togither doe they bring For looke what lavv affoorded in extremitie That haue they performed in all seueritie Leauing me nothing nor my children neither O Fortune hovv art thou like the vveather That is novv faire and anon foule For a short smile how long doest thou scovvle Alas thou art most pleased in euil dooing Ne doost thou delight in any good thing But sure I may saie of thee now As the good-wife vvont saie of hir cow That gaue a messe of milke new and soot And when she had done threw`t down with hir foot Thy ioy is most in an euill turne And then thou laughtst when thou makst others mourn For making one poore Abdolomine a king How many doest thou to low estate bring In wicked works is thy glorie euer But why doe I against thee perseuer Alas Englands custome workes my vvoe And custome of England doth me vndoe For though my husband to me was kind Yet wise men are often blind And led awaie with a fond antiquitie Alas that wise men should not see Nor Nature make them to haue remorce Why doe men doe against Natures force I doe not now for my selfe complaine But for my yonger sonnes twaine Alasse my yongest were as deere to me As was Maximio why should they then not be As deare to him as was Maximio And yet this sure I would haue thee know That I would haue a difference made So that the eldest should not vpbraide The yonger of beggerie Nor that the yonger should on him relie * Let the yongest haue portions to keepe them like men Fitting their birth and calling and then That the honour and chiefe liuing go to him might That is the first-borne as is his right But now hath he giuen all to Maximio What did he thinke that I did aside go Or beget he the rest for lusts suffisance After he had one borne to his inheritance Why do men of their yong sonnes no more reckoning make But o fowle custome it is for thy sake Men are so giuen to memorise their name And oft in so dooing they procure their shame As by and by thou shalt vnderstand But O vile custome only proper to this land For if it be as I haue heard say Nor Fraunce nor Flaunders take this way Neither doth Italy so nor Spaine Only in England it doth remaine And yet in the best gouernd part of this lond I mean in the famoust cittie of all Albion The politicke Citizens do so prouide That the yonger Sonnes shall not stand in neede Of the elder though they giue him the land That they buie in the country through their industrious hand Only our Gentlemen keepe this order Whereby doth rise this great disorder That many Clownes do here become gentlemen Who scrape and scratch for their Sonnes and then Send them forsooth to an Inne of Court Where the sonne of a Gentleman hath report When his father goodman will driue the plow And his mother milke and serue the Sow Thus doth the franklin in England rise And the base-borne Brat doth the gentleman despise By reason their fathers leaue them so poore And that is his shame that I tolde thee of afore * But marke now and thou shalt see euen by my sonne What this vile custome in England hath donne But in other countries they seeme more wise The Hog in his owne dunglies They keepe the Pesant vnder and the Kerne They do so well of their kinde discerne The Bore