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A02624	A prophesie of Cadvvallader, last king of the Britaines containing a comparison of the English kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure battels betweene the two houses of Yorke and Lancaster. The field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a poeme to the yong Prince.	Herbert, William, fl. 1604.; Cadwaladr, Vendigaid, d. 664?	1604 (1604)	STC 12752; ESTC S103828	31,064	72

Which do adumbrate sleepy rockes deceits Could not debarre his thoughts but he did goe To conquer France and Englands greatest foe Wolsey then liu'd high minded worthy Clarke VVhich did erect those glorious Towres of yore Learnings receptacle Religions parke Oh that some Eagle-mounting thought would so are To finish that which he began before Oh that some Prince for none but Princes can VVould perfect that that excellent worke of man The siluer Isis and the gliding Thame Whose billowes resalute the verdant strand Should warble Paans to his mightie name The leaden age is past which rulde the land Saturne is come and Saturne doth command VVhose hopes were dead rich students neuer feare Most rich in hope some will your turrets reare Nurse of ingenious spirits Athens praise Chiefe benefactor of what ere is mine O might I see some mightie Monarch raise Those halfe built walles and parted towres combine Then Christ might yet be iustly tearmed thine As Christ is best so should his houses bee And in perfection haue a sympathie Henries triumphant carkasse laid in graue Couered with gold in Caesars ancient towre Edward succeeds a Prince though yong yet graue The skye which whilome smilde begins to lowre And showres of sorrow on the land to powre He endes his life before it scarce began What is more short then shortest life of man When nature fram'd this Prince oh goodly creature Compos'd of pure and elementall fire Turnd in a heauenly mowld diuinest feature She saw her selfe deceiu'd and wroth with ire When life began his end she did desire What enuie so could thee proud Nature sting Nothing should make and marre the selfe same thing The Gods did enuie mans felicitie And therfore did to Nature condescend That this yong King great King of Maiestie In sixteene yeares his vitall course should spend His life hath end and all our ioyes haue end Nature doth hasten to the house of death And shee consents to steale away his breath Now Spayne and England ioynes that peace I loue That concord doth augment the common state Pray God it doth both firme and faithfull proue But for to match with Spayne oh cruell fate Could Mary so her countrey ruinate Guiltlesse shee was but those that made the match Vnder their wings did egges of Serpents hatch Oh now me thinkes I could in dismall blacke Shadow my lookes and neuer wish the light Writing red lines of blood more blacke then blacke The massacres of mans amazing sight After these duskie clouds comes elearest light Mary is dead Elizabeth doth raigne Her conscience cleare no corasiue could staine The losse of Elizabeth FAire Virgin Empresse royall Princely maide Sprung from the Damaske Rose the Roses bud T is true as truth it selfe which men haue saide The end is best though all the meanes be good She was the last and best of Henries blood Henry did well in all excell in this In getting of this Maide our greatest blisse He vanquisht Bolleine and strong Turnus towne And rode in tryumph through the English Pale Placing the Diademe of France that regall Crowne Vpon his sisters temples and withall Made the twelue Peeres to feare their finall fall But what of these if Bullain had not bin We all had liu'd for aye in endles sin Astronomers did dreame and fondly saide That twelue designed signes did rule a Spheare Virgo did guide the earth oh heauenly Maide But now sky-teachers wise men neuer feare To say she is in heauen for sure shee s there Oh she is gone with her our pleasures fled They liu'd in her they dide when she was dead Bright Gem of honor Albions glorious starre The Cynosure of Englands Hemispheare Princessse of peace Cytherian queene of warre Rides through the cloudes on her caelestiall beare Conquering deathes Ebon dart and sharpest speare Fathers of peace put on triumphant weedes A gratious King a gratious Queene succeedes Reasons first founder Natures eldest sonne The Stoikes prince did also erre in this Repugnant natures neuer raigne in one Perfect my griefe more perfect is my blis I smile with ioy yet teares my cheekes do kisse A present salue hath cured a pensiue sore Britaine is now what Britaine was of yore The wandring Brute who sprang from Priams kinde Though artlesse men with their malignant muse Still bearing burning enuie in their minde Britaines first Monarch warlike Brute abuse Of all the Northern world this Isle did chuse With fire and sword he did obtaine his sute With peace and ioy we chuse a second Brute Peace valure learning science hee did bring Thou feare of God whom thou doest onely feare Imperiall Monarche truth and concordes King No champion then did weild his fruitlesse speare No chaine did tye the milde vntamed Beare Saturne then liued no Sinon did amisse All men were free no slaue by Nature is Oh sacred age and blessed times of yore When iust Astraea rul'd this circled plaine Then each man liu'd alike and liu'd withstore No Persian blood did Salamina stayne No Vandals Rome nor Romane gouernd Spayne No Cannas chaunce did cause Saturnia mourne No sencelesse Nero wisht new Troy to burne No Manlius sought a Diademe to gaine No iust Papirius sude for Fabius bloud Claudius as then did not Virginia stayne No Consulls fell at Alias flaming flood Red Charea was not dewde with Fabys blood Albans and Romanes knew no single sight Saffetius did not yeeld to Martius might The vnspotted spowse of martiall Collatine Did not consent to Sextus lawlesse lust Each virgin was ybound with Vestas line Camillus needed not the Ardeans trust Nor Sceuola his hand in flames to thrust But see oh see how age doth follow age VVorse after worse as Actors on a stage Thrice happy Britaine strong vnited Ile Disioynted was by her first monarches fall Then Albanact was slaine by Humbers guile Caesar then conquer'd it who conquered all Hunes Pictes and Danes tryumph't in Britaines fal Vaile sorrowes roabes Ioues father comes againe The golden age begins with Iacobs raigne The Lords great Stuart Albions mightie King Our second Brute like to the morning starre To Englands Court doth light of comfort bring Now Concords boult doth Ianus temple barre Binding in chaines the sternest god of warre Vertue and valour triumph euermore Augustus liues adornd with Crassus store TO THE MAIESTIE OF King Iames Monarch of all Britayne ALl haile great Monarch of the greatest Ile The Northerne worlds vnited lawfull King Pardon my rudest reede vndecent stile Though I want Skill in thy new Empires spring Yet doe I loue and will thy prayses sing Me thinkes I do on Clarps Kingdome stand No maruaile for Apollo rules the land On true obedience knee I pardon aske Of thy diuine heroicke Maiestie It was thy merites great impos'd this taske On my weake pen badge of infirmitie Too weake indeede to prayse thy excellency Each Cherrils muse doth now salute thy grace Shall I alone be mute and hide my face Mar● extold Augustus peacefull daies

Mowbray for aye ten yeares must Harford part Griefe galles the one and kills the others hart The gallant Courser in the listed race Dismounts the Ryder scornes his curbing raine Stamping with ioy his freedome doth embrace And doth his pristine seruitude disdaine Leauing his Ryder breathlesse on the plaine So raging Burdeux tumbles downe his kinne And runnes from sin to vice from vice to sinne In his Imperiall Pallace Pleasures Bowre Romes mightie Monster did himself repose Sacking Cytheress for t faire Venus Towre The raging multitude their wrath disclose For his Praetorian guard they did insclose Chaerea did split his hart oh happie thing T' was good he dide t was bad to kill a King So Honors spurre did pricke the Percies blood To tumble Richard from his bloudie Throne Wishing great Herford to transpasse the flood To come and sit on Iocobs sacred stone Where he might raigne as King and rule alone As Claudius rose so Herford came to raigne As Nero fell so Edwards sonne was slaine Now Gaunts great issue in his Throne is set Whose sacred Science this my Muse should tell For Margarets sake that sprang from Sommerset For her it should if Cambria did not tell For lawes vnheard this Monarch did excell Who gaue him wings to mount he threw to ground Claudius who ran so faire is Claudus found In Silence vault my Muse shall hide his fame Who dide the Grey goose wings with purple red Praise he deseru'd though he deserued blame Sertorius like his warlike troopes he led For by alluring hope they both were fed Had men and Fortune equaliz'd his minde His Conquests Seuernes neuer had confinde Victorious Hotspurre and his valiant sire The kings great Steward Wosters reuerent Lord With neuer daunted Dowglas doe conspire Whose endles praise our Annales doe record With these doe Glendowre ioyne and Wigmors Lord To pull the Scepter from the tyrantes hand And giue it him that should by right command Dowglas and Hotspurre peerlesse for their might Are ouermatcht by Henries matchlesse sonne Who like a lyon rows'd him in the fight Glendowre himselfe is by himselfe vndone Northumberland is sicke and cannot come Like to a Tyger in his eager chase Great Monmouthes praise doth run from place to place Tumults appeas'd and armor set aside The stately Cirty of the highest God Diuine Ierusalem Iehouas bride Being whipt with warre and famines pinching rod Implores the helpe of this all-conquering Lord His soule defilde with sinne by merits sought That to redeeme which Iesus blood had bought His royall Nauy like a sea of wood Attends his princely presence in the bay But see how meager death still enuying good With fatall stroake his enterprise doth stay The Caedar falles in time so Kings decay Why stay you shippes he treades the sacred path Ierusalem his soule and body hath Henry the fift his lyfe and death AVaunt proud Rome and bragge not of thy men Nor thy aetheriall Caesars warres declare Cease peerlesse Plutarch with thy sacred pen The worlds Archmonarches aptly to compare Reason doth vrge and this alledge I dare That Englands Homer portraid hath his warre Which doth excell the worthiest Caesars starre What telst thou me of famous Hasdruball Of Cannas chance and Varros ouerthrow Aemisius death and conquering Hanniball Of Syllas Legions and a Parthian bowe Of Titus valure Catos wrinckled browe Of Syracuse and strong Namantias wall Or Phillip Persia Iugurth Iubas fall Of Noble Drusus and proud Saturnine Of Scipios death and Gracchus infamy Of Marius trophies and sterne Cataline How Caesar vanquisht France and Germany And twise returnd as foild from Britany The world admir d their victories to see Yet none of these must be comparde with thee Let Athens praise the lawes which Solon gaue And Marathon extoll Miltiades Write Caria of Mansolus stately graue And let Cycilia wish Demosthenes But Salamina praise Themistocles Greece did admire their tryumphes for to see Yet all of these cannot comparewith thee Let Sparta now conceale Lycurgus fame And Lacedaemon hide Lysanders praise Cease Argos now to shew th'Olimpicke game Let silence cloud or maske those golden dayes When Epires Monarch acted Tragicke playes But what of him or what are these to thee For thou alone doest farre exceed those three Though Alexander wan Darius Crowne And forc't the Easterne Emperour leaue his tent Burning Persopolis that regall Towne Seeing thy valure freely giues consent That two bright sonnes should rule the Element With thee great Prince we aptly may compare Rich Europes Paragon and Phaenix rare Thou didst not want Parmenios aiding hand Nor valiant Perdicas aspiring minde Which might Alansons quarels fierce withstand As long as Langlies gallant issued minde Had faithfull Suffolkes loue to him combinde They wan they lost they liue though they are dead They liue in heauen and dide in Conquests bed France did ten yeares withstand the Romanes might Both parties oft with equall courage plaide Yet that before the Sun shewd twice his light Madst great Mompensier flye as all dismaide To see thy kingly Banner forth displaide Like to Crassinius Yorke the yaward led True valure is by hope of honor bred Henry two Diadames doth now combine Europes faire daughters eldest sisters twaine By marriage of a maide a Mimph diuine Whilst Lewis liues as Emperour he mustraigne Henry as heire apparant doth remayne When Katherin is betrothd his beauteous wife Peace conquers warre and concord endeth strife Immortalized virgin sacred Queene Britaines Aurora harbinger of day Fairer then thought could thinke or eye hath seene Rich Vertues port and Honors cleerest bay Thrice blessed wombe fram'd of aetheriall clay Which didst enclose that glorious Theodore Whose sonne did Britaines regalty restore Her Amber-tresses like to wyers of gold That shadowed her white vermilion face Like Vulcans chayne did Venus champion hold VVho triumphed erewhile now sues for grace Vndecent action for a Captaines place Thy eyes are now bewitcht with eyes diuine Thy heart consents to honor Katherine If I had Zeuxes at to paint thy lookes Did I enioy Maeonian Homers quill To pourtraiture thy praise in golden bookes Thy vertues rare would aequalize my skill Thy sacred paps sweete Nectar did distill Hadst not thou bene our eyes should neuer view Our present peace and pleasures to ensue Stay ranging Muse thy wandring course restraine When ioues all-seeing eyes did view this King He sent his Harauld to that spatious plaine Where the three fatall Sisters then did spinne To know when Henries life did first beginne And if his thred were not already spunne That Lachesis should make it quickly runne His wisest sonne did place his golden wings Holding a siluer rodde all-charming wand VVherewith he could inchant all mortal things VVith this attire he claue the aetheriall land Where loue and luno doth the Gods command When that he came vnto the appointed place He told his message with a comely grace Sisters quoth he for so they were indeed

aright His speare to traile and with his sword to strike Vpon the plumed beauer of a knight None must be sparde by warres impartiall might If euery souldier were a King what then Princes should die as fast as other men The Senator must leaue his skarlet gowne And keepe him in some Turret of defence When warres once flourish Iustice must goe downe Lawes to correct is lawlesse warres pretence Valure doth greeue to see ill gotten pence To see a man without deserts to rise Makes warre such men not Iustice to despise You that in peace by vse of golden hoords Your dunghill race to Barons did erect You that by English phrase and chosen woords Make heauens enuy your toplesle Architeck Your Angels cannot you from warres protect The Campe and Court in manners different are Words may in Peace but deeds preuaile in Warre For Robes of honor furr'd with Miniuere You must haue brest-plates of well tempred steele And on your aged heads strong Helmets weare All states must turne when Fortune turnes her wheele That man which pleasure tastes must sorrow feele Who sees the wracke of mightie Empery He loues his life too well that will not dye When Kings must fight shall subiects liue in peace What Coward is of such a crauant race That loues not honor more than idle ease Great Romane I applaud thy worthy Phrase To liue with shame is worse then dye with praise All which haue being alwaies cannot bee For things corrupt must die and so must wee Could Cressus mightie mines from Cyrus hand His captiue carkasse or his state defend Wealth cannot warre nor siluer speares withstand By strife we see the greatest states haue end And most they marre by warre who most would mend When old warres cease then straight their springs anew For harmes still harmes and euils do ills ensue No sooner had the gladsome eyes of peace Beheld this warlike sea inuiron'd Ile But disobedience heire to sluggish ease Did weake beleefe subdue with subtile stile Grace winnes the heart but words the eares beguile T was Warwicks tongue whose speech did all men please Whose words were such or very like to these The Earle of Warwicks speech YOu know great Lords your very eyes did see The spotlesse honor which my house and I Did euer beare this kingdome who but wee Did checke the pride of wilfull tyranny And with our Grandsires we esteemde it good For Englands weale to spill our dearest blood Witnesse the dismall fall of Salisbury And Richard Duke of Yorke in Wakefield slaine The wracke of my decaied familie Why did we this what profit did we gaine T was but to shew our country our good will Which now we also do and euer will How many times haue I in complete steele Yea mounted on my steed pursude the chase Witnesse these weary limbes for age must feele If youth hath runn'd astray or tedious race Witnesse these siluer haires which now appeares Cares makes vs old though we be yong in yeares When as these eyes impartiall eyes of mine Beheld my king illuded and misled By baser men true honor did repine To see great maiestie with basenesse wed For which I waged warre and warring wan And winning chose a Tyger for a Lambe Both you and I great Lords yea all the state With vniuersall voice adiudg'd him wise Who now hath prou'd a tyrant and vngrate Humilitie makes time obseruers rise For you I chose him king and spent my blood But tryall saies good seeming is no good Now therefore friends let Warwicks tongue intreate Since that our hopes of Edwards loue dispaire That Lancaster may repossesse his seate Whom we vnkindly thrust from honors chaire The reason is which gouernes our pretents Tyrants are worser farre then Innocents Thus this enraged Lord doth instigate With spurlike words swift coursers to the race Enuy ambition breeds ambition hate Hate discontent breeds discontent disgrace These be warres angry sounds pernitious race These vices by Iniustice nourisht are Affection in a Iudge is worse then warre Blessed that state thrice happie is the land VVhere sacred Iustice is esteemde diuine And where the Iudge on one eare holds his hand My pen applaudes that sentence iust of thine Romes holy Prince peace louing Antonine As I am Marcus I am not thy foe But being Iudge I must be iust also That lawe deryding Peere disdaining Lord Warwick doth his rebellious Ensignes reare And vowes reuenge on Edward with his sword Hastings and Stanley do withstand the Beare True honor neuer yeelds to seruile feare He is a friend that loues when Fate doth frowne He shall haue thousands that doth weare a Crowne Thus while these threatnings like some blazing starre The wracke of some great Emperour do portend Their friends on either side addresse for warre Great William Earle of Pembrooke doth entend Ere warre begin to make of warre an end And for that purpose for his friends he sent To whom as thus he shewed his right intent The Earle of Pembrookes Oration YOu that did euer with your swords maintaine The vndoubted title of the whiter Rose By whose great ayde great Edward did obtaine The Royall crowne and homage held of those VVhich now rebell deere friends correct this sinne 'T is as much praise to keepe as praise to winne If speech might spur you to this glorious race Where endlesse honor is the purchast fee Selected words my ruder speech should grace We pricke in vaine his sides whose feete are free You euer did the house of Yorke adore True loue encreaseth daily more and more Giue not occasion to the enuious pen To brand you with the badge of infamie Be firme in resolution worthy men And thinke vpon your auncient libertie Behold why Warwicke doth these warres entend A bad beginning hath a worser end Looke with indifferent not respecting eyes Vpon these two coriualls in the warre Edward a King couragious honest wise Warwicke whose name is like a blazing starre That some ensuing harmes doth foretell Enuy doth still worke ill but neuer well For whom doth he this bloody battell wage For aged Henry and the Prince his sonne Who but for him had led a quiet age But they poore Princes were by him vndone I finde it true which hath bene often sed Beares must sometime with humane flesh be fed It is not loue to either of these twaine That doth enforce this proud ignoble Peere These wandring troupes of rebells to maintaine But t is ambition whom he holds most deere That doth compell his willing hands to fight Vnsetled braines bloud still respect not right Nay what if Henry should enioy the wreath Thinke you by yeelding fauour to enioy Friends when warres rise say kings should neuer breath Princes in neede men of regard imploy To this iust action loyall friends be mou'd The firmest faith in danger great is prou'd THus hath this Lord as with a touch-stone tride The courage of his countrey-men and loue The voyce of all is on warres warres they cride