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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16208	The seconde part of the Mirrour for magistrates conteining the falles of the infortunate princes of this lande, from the conquest of Cæsar, vnto the commyng of Duke William the Conquerour.	Blenerhasset, Thomas.	1578 (1578)	STC 3131; ESTC S104601	58,579	144

To Hengest nowe I must a raunsome pay And if I loude my life and libertie A needes must graunt al he dooth aske of me For chaunged chaunce of Mars his warres hath ma●e Me of a king a Captaynes prisoner To whom there must nowe foure Sheares be payde Northfolke Southfolke Southsexe Kent they were Me to release from out my caue of care Which being donne I led my life in doute And fledde for feare to Wales with al my route Where as I founde a place that pleasde me much The situation seemde so passing strong The worlde me thought might not annoy it much A Castel there I builte it were to long Here to repeate silence shall do no wrong To Marlayne he who wonders there hath wrought If auncient write to vs the truth hath ●aught When I had buylt my princely bower there In bloody feeldes I meant no more to striue But true reporte did dashe my present cheere In Tornesse hauen two brethren did ariue Which quickly would from that my forte me driue The brethren both of Constantine the Kyng Peccaui they did meane to make me sing From worse to worse seldome is better seene Our present ioyes hereafter thralles do threate And he who now doth flourish freshe and greene Must fade and fal as Hyems frostes doo frette Dame Floraes feeldes or as the rayne with wet In dropping dayes the pleasaunt playnes doth drowne So ruthfull men reaues vs from renowne Men may therfore like Marmaydes euer mourne The shining Sunne who do so much delight That aye they waile like Furies quite forlorne When Sol doth shine when Titans beames be bright They feare the stormes that may hereafter light They weepe because they must the Sunne forgoe When stormes do fal they wayle their present woe So mortal man with malice al bested When good successe dooth sounde a blessed blaste With brinishe teares then may they eate their bread ▪ For happy dayes from man dooth flee as fast As poulders force from peece dooth pellet cast And troubles tedious time with pacelesse staye Once wonne alas will neuer walke away Howe I in maze of trouble here did toyle Iudge you which see me trauise in the same And howe I was inforst to final foyle Not nowe for nowe although it dooth me shame I wyll declare howe I was fryde with flame For Ambrose he and Vter Pendragon My Castle brent me and my men eche one Then Ambrose with his brothers Crowne was crownde Which I from hym had reafte agaynst al right So nowe you see vppon what slipperie grounde They stand which doo extol them selues by might Their wandring feete doo walke as in the night Their stumbling steppes their giltie mindes doo feare They dayly see the blocke of bale appeare With scalding sighes they doo them selues consume For feare to fal dooth yeelde none other fruite They rage with wrath they dayly frette and fume Ruthful reuenge them alwayes hath in suite And right in time makes might both mum and mute For that which might by secret meanes hath wrought By tracte of tyme to open shewe is brought Usurpers then doo reape their right rewarde The foyle once felt they feele howe vile and vayne It is to be too high degrees preferde By lawlesse meanes they finde what pinching payne Amidst the mindes of such men doo remayne They alwayes throngde with cruel thretting thrall Doo feede vppon none other foode but Gall. A proofe whereof a plat a patterne playne The ruthful race I Vortiger haue runne Disciphers so that man may see howe vayne A thing it is his former Fate to shunne Honour obteynde alas what haue we wonne A hidious heape of cruel carking care Which to consume mans life dooth neuer spare The Induction WHat Constantine was this quoth Inquisition that was made away by this miserable Vortiger Not Hellines sonne sayd Memorie but an impe descended out of her loines who for his soft spirit was made a Monke at S. Swithens in Winchester and afterward his eldest brother being dead he was taken out made king He made mention of two brethren sayd Inquisition who ariuing at Totnesse did binde the said Vortiger for making away the younge king What were they knowe you Yea quoth Memory they were the brethrē of the vnfortunate Constantine who fled out of the realme for feare of that cruel Vortiger and afterwarde obteyning succour beyonde the Sea came with a Nauie and obteyned the reuenge of their so deadly enemie And when the eldest called Aurelius Ambrose had raygned nienteene yeares he dyed as some wryte by poyson without issue Then the youngest named Vter Pendragon tooke vnto him the rule of this realm Vter Pendragon quoth Inquisition doo you meane the great king Arthurs father he is here and hath sued vnto me to be a meanes that his fall might be knowne vnto the worlde Let him saythe Memory speake his minde for his story is exceedyng necessary for this present time Wherewith he bearing still about with hym his amorous lookes said as foloweth ❧ The Complaint of Vter Pendragon ¶ Howe Vter Pendragon was inamoured with Duke Garelus wife and howe by lawelesse loue he lost his kingdome This example is most necessary for the present time WE leade our liues by fancies fonde delight For kingdomes some doo busy much theyr brayne But Cupids curse that wretched litle wight That blinded boye vnto my pynching payne Dubde me a Knighte of daynty Venus trayne Where beames of Beautie brought me by and by To cast my care to please my Ladyes eye O Beautie braue thy gladsome glittering Gleames With smilyng cheare and wildie winking eyes Dooth drowne with dole amidst the surging streames Of deepe despayre the wightes which be most wyse Aye me my wit my penne cannot deuise Of Beautie braue to make a true discourse To thinke thereof I feele my selfe the woorse I Pendragon of Britaine crowned king The fretting force of Beauties hateful hewe ▪ Those frying flames I felt that hateful sting Which quickly me from crowne and kingdome threwe Whilst with delight I did thy vaunting vewe I like the Halke which sores in good estate Did spye a Stale I sloopte and tooke a Mate For at what tyme the Saxons dyd assayle My Britane state and tooke eche man a share My Kindome they euen for their best auayle Dyd then deuide for which wyth carking ca●e Them thence to dryue I did my powre prepare And beyng come to Cornewal with my bande I ment to haue Duke Garelus helping hande I knewe right wel the valure of his minde Me to my crowne his courage did aduaunce Him for my good most forwarde I did fynde He neuer fearde the force of chaunging chaunce Here I intrapte did stande as in a traunce Amazde I gazde as one bewichte my hart Was wounded deep with Cupids cruel Dart. In sacred Church I set to sacrifyce Those holy vowes which victories require Euen whilst I did with al my harte deuise Howe to subdue my foes with swoorde and speare Euen then there did this