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The life and death of Thomas Wolsey Cardinall Diuided into three parts: his aspiring, triumph, and death. By Thomas Storer student of Christ-church in Oxford.
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Storer, Thomas, 1571-1604.
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1599
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STC 23294; ESTC S117856
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sollicited me ten times more To bring those meditations to effect And so my wary counsell to direct As might content the pillar of my state That next in counsell to his soueraignesate A man made old to teach the worth of age Patriarke-like and graue in all designes One that had finish't a long pilgrimage Sparing in diet abstinent from wines His sinews small as threeds or slender lines Lord of the citty where with solemne rites The old Prince Arthur feasted with his Knights He saw my gifts were such as might deserue He knew his life was drawing to an end He thought no meanes so likely to preserue His fame with time and enuy to contend As to aduance some faithful seruing friend That liuing might in time to come record Th'immortall praise of his deceased Lord. He brought me first in presence of the King Who then allotted me his Chaplains place My eloquence did such contentment bring Vnto his eares that neuer Prince did grace Poore Chaplaine more nor lowly priest embrace Dread soueraigne so For Nature teacheth euer Who loues preferment needes must loue the giuer Next who but I was sent Embassadour With Europes greatest Monarch to intreate Caesar of Almaine Germans Emperour In Belgia keeping his imperiall seat To handle matters of importance great My hap was such the King could hardly ghesse Which pleasde him more my speede or good successe The Argonauticke vessell neuer past With swifter course along the Colchan maine Then my small barke with faire and speedy blast Conuayd me forth and reconuayd againe Thrice had Arcturus driu'n his restlesse waine And heau'ns bright lampe the day had thrice reuiu'd From last departure till I first arriu'd The King not deeming I had yet beene gone Was angry for my long surmiz'd delay I tolde his Maiestie that all was done And more than all and did his pardon pray That I beyond commission went astray And could haue wisht for euer to be chid With answer to content as then I did T'is not huge heapes of figuratiue deuises Nor luxurie of metaphors or phrases Nor finenesse of connexion that intices Court-learned eares and all the world amazes But depth with pleasure crauing all the graces Of art and nature curiously precize Serenely modest excellently wise It is not learning for the Courtiers know it Nor folly but for Councellors most fit Nor graue demeanour for we must bestow it On Ladies toyes nor quintessence of wit For that is most vnstaide nor doth it fit With Courtiers maiestie to be reputed Too learn'd too graue too fine or too conceited A skill transcendent ouer euery art Yet subiect or essentiall vnto none Vnperfect too yet hauing euery part And thus though strange vnperfect and but one Yet all admire and reuerence it alone Vnknowne and vndefin'de saue in discerning By practise to be got but not by learning Men pointed out by Fortune for good happe Haue from their infancy this gift inspir'd Promotions fall as plenteous in their lappe As words out of their mouths thus I acquir'd The deanerie of Lincolne vndesir'd And then the Almnership and euery hower Some droppes distilling of a golden shower As in a burning glasse or little sphere Dispearsed sun-beames oft vnited are And in one point beames infinite appeare Innumerable rayes disiected farre From th'oblique circle of that glorious starre So like that instrument I now begun Tunite the fauours of our earthly sun New friends vnknowne great presents vndeseru'd Olde sutors came held backe with long delay And al like poppets when their time was seru'd Gaue place to other and so likewise they Ending their parts let other actors play No way in all the court so duly tread As was the path which to my lodging led Transplanted thus into a fertile spring And watred from aboue with heau'nly dew Enlightned with the presence of my King My branches waxed large and faire of hew And all about fresh buddes of honor grew Garlands of Lordships blossomes of degree White roddes of office keyes of knightly fee. Looke how the God of Wisedome marbled stands Bestowing Laurel wreathes of dignitie In Delphos Ile at whose vnpartiall hands Hang antique scrolles of gentle Herauldrie And at his feete ensignes and trophies lie Such was my state whom euery man did follow As liuing statue of the great Apollo But see euen when my ioyes did most abound My crowned pillar most vntimely fell And I about his shaft like Iuie wound That did in pride as he in height excell Was left behind to heare his heauy knell And sing a Requiem to his soule deceast For I poore I lost more then all the rest O hidden doome of that eternall spirit That sentence giues the righteous man shall die Iniurious death that lets rude soules inherit Long leases of their liues and dost enuy That Princes liue on whom all states rely And cruell fate that such confusion brings To common wealths by Ostracisme of Kings He died and in memoriall of his name Built that faire chappell where he now takes rest A rich foundation of a curious frame The fairest monument left vnsupprest Passing all temples of the gorgeous East O strew his hearse with roses red and white For he both stemmes did in one bed vnite True branch of both thy father is not dead For in thy looke I reade his vertuous raigne His crowne is set on thy victorious head Dead to himselfe he liues in thee againe His wisedome seated in thy princely braine O were not Times old wings so farre outworne But he new crownde and thou as newly borne But both are gone and we too soone bereft To better kingdomes both translated are This testimony to the world is left He was the Prince of peace thou God of warre He was a fixed thou a wandring starre Seu'n is a number fatall from the heau'ns But eight King Henrie passing all the seu'ns He came of noble thou of Kingly race He brought to win thou borne to weare a crowne He got great wealth thou honor didst embrace He kept his owne thou conquer'st many a towne He houses built thou batterdst citties downe O worthies both and vnsufficient me To mourne for him or speake enough of thee Then for my selfe whom wisedome neuer taught To seeke for gold in coffins of the dead My deepe contriuing pollicie so wrought That in his youthly raigne my dearest dread Me to his sacred counsell did aread Where all estates in open court did find The liuely vigor resting in my mind When I did muse my spirit did wholy beare His full perfection to enrich my thought What time I spake my life was wholy there And to my speech all grace and beautie brought What praise soeuer any member sought That God whom we call soule sprung from our heart Was all in all and all in euery part What matters past in priuate conference Or publique counsell for the common good I still enform'd his sacred excellence Framing my sentence to his princely moode His word my deede his will my