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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

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

in new found Troy Let Barland cease to write of wisest Kings And Mellificius with his tuned voyce From whose sweet tong sprang learnings sweetest springs Sing not of Persians prayse or Caldeans ioyes The Grecians Emperour Europs worthiest choyce These three combinde each sought the others fall Britaine is ioynd and Concord guides it all When Alexander sawe that precious stone Vnder whose Isye wings Achilles lay Shedding ambitious teares he said with mone Vnhappy I and ten tunes happy they Whose ensignes prayse sweet Homer did display Then happy art thou King whose raigne wee see Homer doth sing thy prayse for thou art hee The Maiestie of Marius fearefull face Did terrifie the Cymbrians crauen minde Though he were armde with Clothos fatall mace And solemne oath to murther did him binde A wandring Bucke did feare the Eagles kinde So did thy Princely lookes and grace of God Protect thy issue from a Traytors rod. Now doth my Ship in plenties Ocean sayle Pusht with a pleasant gale of pleasures winde But stay I here an enuious Momist rayle Thy toothlesse threate doth not amaze my minde Barke for thou canst not bite I scorne thy kinde That which I write I reade and both are true I dare not nor I will not tell what will ensue My hope is good that we shall happy bee Hopelesse our foes they feare we still secure We peace they warre Ye endlesse peace shall see We plenty haue they pouerty endure Religion we sincere but they impure They liuing seeme to dye we dying gaine To liue with Saints in Paradisus plaine What said the learned those that learning loue If causes perish then effects decay Pray for the cause yea pray to God aboue That he may long the Albion Scepter sway Who shinde like Sol in our Cimmerian day Liue and liue long great King liue many dayes Vse that fayre Theame Be as thou art alwayes FINIS TO THE WORTHY AND Honourable Gentleman Sir Philip Harbert Knight of the most Noble Order of the Bathe THe second time doth my unworthy muse Salute thy milde aspect thrise noble Knight Let gracious censure his defects peruse Whose Genius waites on thy heroicke spright Whose loue and life are bent to honour thee And whilest breath lasteth vse both them and mee These Poems which my infant labours send As messengers of dutie to thine eares Are of small value but if nature lend Some perfect dayes to my unripened yeares My pen shall vse a more iudicious vaine And sing thy glory in a higher straine Your Honours at commaund William Harbert TO THE IVDICIOVS Reader I Which in bloudy warres haue sleep'd my pen Whose Muse the passing bell of peace did wring And how the world did loose a world of men Now chuse to touch a more concordant string My Prince his prayse whose prayse I le euer sing T is no mechanicke hope of hired gaine That mou'd my minde these labours to sustaine No that ignoble basenesse I abiure It was the loue I euer bare the place Where first I breathed life did me allure In pleasant paines for to consume a space And her to prayse though with mine owne disgrace With my disgrace why though my verse be ill I do not doubt to please the good with will To thee Iudicious Reader do I send These fruites of youth t is thee I hope to please If that my muse the ignorant offend No lines of mine their fury shall appease I set iust warre before an vniust peace I rayle not I though I with Plato say To please the wise must bee the wisest way THe lotted seruant to rhy Infant age Thrice glorious issue of a gracious King Least that her twelue-monthes fearefull tapynage Ingratitude suspect to thee should bring Me though vnworthy chose thy prayse to sing Her mourning garments she hath cast aside And hopes ere long to entertaine her Bride The Cleargie with the Barons borrowed light Is now obscured by thy transplendant shine The Rochet nor the Border hath no right To rule but that which doth from thee decline She ioyes and glories to be onely thine Shee deemes it honour count it no dispraise For thee with her to spend thy yonger dayes No matchles Machauil nor Arietine Doth her plaine meaning breast with enuy breede Her wits do moderne seeme and not diuine Loyall her loue though lowly is her weede A sympathie there is of word and deede Such as these are in Wales thine eyes shall see Thousands that will both liue and dye with thee O was she euer false vntrue vnkinde Since her obedience did augment thy stile Or since the parted Roses were combinde Did euer rebels blood her brest defile Or did she euer Englands hopes beguile Witnesse the world and those that liue therein Her spotlesse soule did neuer taste that sin Search Truthes Records not times illuding lines Then shall thy Princely thoughts and eyes be fed With the strange wonders of those warlike times When thy great Grandsyres made our channels red With blood of those that on our shoares laie dead Teaching great Caesar how to runne away That neuer knew to slye before that day Ten yeares did Rome and all the world admire For all the world and Rome ten yeares did feare The lusture of thy Bekons set on fire Great Odonisis King Character Whose endlesse worth my worthlesse Muse shall reare To that bright Spheare where honor doth remaine She loues thee dead thy life her loue did gaine VVhat honor or what glory didst thou win VVith the earthes strength to conquer but an I le Maister of the worlds mistres mightie King Only this grac'd the greatnes of thy stile Claudius with blood did not his hands defile This triumph Rome did thee as highly grace As when by Scipio Affrique conquered was How many Legions Caesar didst thou send How many Consuls did returne of thine VVhich sought what others marr'd by warres to mend How many Emperours Britaine did repine To see thy honor rise their praise decline Let Tacitus vnto the world declare No land saue Rome might with this land compare I know yong Prince and am agreeu'd to see The leeuy'd lookes of squint-cyde Theonyn Who saies this sault is proper vnto mee To iudge all others base our selues diuine No enuious Momist t is no fault of mine That seme are so I must confesse t is true All are not bad of vs nor good of you The mellow fields haue tares as well as corne And thistles grow amidst the greenest grasse An Anacharse in Tartary was borne Vertue and vice do meete in euery place Clodius in Rome as well as Milo was Both good and bad in euery land we see And so are you if of a land ye bee Curbe the malignant pride of enuies rage And checke the stubborne stomackes of disdaine These penny Poets of our brazen stage Which alwayes wish O let them wish in vaine VVith Rossius gate thy gouernment to staine Make them more milde or be thou more austere T is veretue vnto vice to

be seuere I speake not this vnto the learned wise For them I loue because the truth they loue T is the bleard iudgement of seditious eyes That doth my muse and my affection moue A most vnwilling Satirist to proue Nature hath made me milde but these hard men Turn'd my soft quill into a brazen pen. Play not the Satyr peace affecting muse I doubt not but their conscience will prouoke These Lucilists their follies to refuse And make them soft though they were hard as oke Conscience makes bad men good so wise men spoke I leaue them to their spurres my muse shall flye Vnto that Sphere where enuy dares not prye Vnto that Sphere whose circuit doth containe The neuer spotted essence of his soule Whose sacred intellect no worldly staine Could with desires rebelling aide controule This guilded Sphere is like a golden boule Which many lesser mazers doth containe So many vertues in this one do raigne Why parriall nature stepdame to my birth Ye mixed elements affections slaues VVhy did ye frame this vessell but of earth An equall matter to the dead mens graues And ioynd thereto a spirt like the waues Low as the earth although my Genius be Yet doth it touch skye threatning Maiestie O were my wit but equall to my will VVere I as wise as I am ignorant Here were a place that would deserue my skill Had I as great experience as I want Then would I in a booke of Adamant And Inke compoz'd by water made of golde VVith pens of Diamond thy prayse vnfolde Let Iustice rule the organ of thy speech And Clemency adorne thy Princely browe Vnto thine eares long absent patience teach By these which good men wish let all men knowe None but thy selfe thy selfe can ouerthrowe Let pittie check the rod when we offend That makes the good more good the bad to mend I witnesse call the seuen hilled Queene How we obey'd when Lawes obey'd were And shall not we be now as we have bene Feare made vs then vnnaturall bondage beare VVe now securely liue and cannot feare Doubt not thereof but come experience haue VVe loue to serue but loathe the name of slaue Our gazing expectation longes to see The true admired Image of thy Syre Which Nature hath so rightly grau'd in thee As Phisicke causes seem'd they did conspire To shape the like to him whom all admire So Sions sacred singer Dauid saies Good trees bring forth good fruit good fruit alwaies Do not sweete Sallets spring from soundest seed And is not man like God which man did make Can bad effects from causes good proceed Do we see fruite on any withered stake Or do we see in sea a bush or brake How canst thou then not good and perfect bee That wert engraft on such a goodly tree FINIS S. P. S. Baye Oliue and Oake Description of Fortune Geometry William the Conquerour Cadwallader last King of the Buranes his land being vexed with the scourge of Pestilence went to Rome where he vndertooke the habit of a Friar Wolues Madans second sonne The helmet was the ancient crest of the Teudors So called for assisting Godfrey of Bullion in his expedition to Judaea Bassianus and Geta. Henry the 2. sonne of Mawd the Empresse and Stephen Earle of Blois Nephew to Henry the first Brennus Henry the 2. the first Plantaginet Richard 2. Marcellus so called by Hanniball ●●nniball ●i●us Flam. ●●s slaine at ●●e batle of ●hrasimenus ●●ose death is by his ●●nne ●●enged in the ●●isoning of ●anniball ●enry the 3. Caius and Tiberius Gracchus The saying of Leoline himselfe as Powell hath laid down in his life Queens Isabel wife to Edward the ● was next heire to Charles king of France whose title our present king doth enioy Scipio Lentulus two worthy Ro stroue vehemently in the campe of Pomper for the Bishoprick of Rome but the battels ioyning Caesar winning their strife ended with their liues Ed. the third maried Phillip daughter to the Earle of Henault Lord Roger Mortimer Earle of March and Queene Isabel compared to Anthony Cleopatra Edward the blacke Prince compared to Geranicus Edward the blacke Prince ayded the Erle of Artois against King Iohn of France Aristotle ●ermanicus ●●peased Ger●any but end●d his dayes by ●oison in As●i●a ●dward prince of Wales re●●ored Peter ●ing of Spaine ●nto his King●ome by the ●onquest of Henry his basard brother at ●he battle of Nazers ●ohn Lord ●eaumont ●ooke part with the eng●ish against the French nation but afterwards ●e fauoured the ●actiō of Iohn king of Frāce The lord Audley at the battle of Poytiers behaued himselfe most valiant as Crasinius did in Pharsalia who bad Caesar be of comfort and take courage before he fought and that day he should praise him aliue or dead which he performed for he lost his l●e in the pursuite of honor and for the safety of Caesar Ed. the 3. compared to Paulus Aemi● who in his greatest glory lost his chiefest ioy namely his t●● sonnes Romanes The halfe Moone is t●● armes of th● Percies Ea●● of Northu●● Hen. Bussi●●brooke D●●● of Heref. w●● accused by Th. Mowb●●● Duke of N●●folke of tre●son which 〈◊〉 not being 〈◊〉 to proue w●● contented t● maintaine 〈◊〉 allegation 〈◊〉 combat 〈◊〉 his aduersa●● did accept But better ●●uice being ●●●ken they w●●● both banish●● the land He●●ford for the terme of ten yeares and Mowbray 〈◊〉 the date of 〈◊〉 Caligula slain by his own friends The stone where the Kings of Englands chaire is placed at their Coronatiōs is reported to be that stone wheron Iacob laid his head whē the Angel appeared to him in his dream Genes brought frō Scotland by Edward the first Henry 4. The extremitie of his lawes are set downe at large in Powels Annales Owen Glēdour compared to Sertorius Edmund Mo●timer Earle o● March was d●signed heire apparant in the dayes o● Richard the 2. if the King dye● without issue The battle at Shaftsbury Henry the 5. borne at Monmouth shire in Wales Henr. 5. Pyrrhus The Duke of Yorke Earle of Suffolke were the onely men of Nobilitie that ended their liues in the battell of Agincourt Crassinius was the first Captain that charged the enemy in the Field which office of valure Edward the Duke of Yorke enioyed at Agincourt Mercuries Oration He dyed in a Chamber at the Deane of Westmi lodging named Ierusalem The Fates ●nswere Mercinys reply The ciuil wars of Marius and Sylla The battell Spayne whe● Caesar was victor Caesar slaine the Court of Pompey The battell 〈◊〉 Phillippia The feelde at Actium The first of Sain● Albons barrells Daysie in ●rench signi●●eth Margaret At Wakefield Rich. Duke of Yorke being taken by the Lord Clifford in reuenge of his fathers Ideath slaine at S. Albons I crowned the Dukes head with paper The secon● Battell of S Albons thard Earle Warwicke ●argret daugh●●r to Reino ●●rle of Aniow ●ho entituled ●●mself King of Naples Sycil ●erusalem but ●●ioyed none That day in which Caesar lost his 〈◊〉 in the Court of ●ompe● a poor man tendred him a petition which he light●y regarded the contents wherof if he had pervsed his life might haue bene preserued At her first c●ming landin● at Southham●ton some pa●● of Paules st●●ple and many other Church●● in England were set on fi●● A compari●on of Edward and Warwicke with Octaui●s Anthony Richard 3. The battle o● Bosworth Henry 7. Arthur Henry Margaret Mary Elizabeth eldest daughter to Edw. the 4. was maried to Henr. the 7 by which mariage the both houses of Yorke and Lancaster so long seuered wer vnited Henry 8. Christ Chur●● in Oxford Edward 6. Queene Mary married with Phillip Prince of Spayne ●●●stotle 〈◊〉 Iames the 1. of England and 6. of Scotland Basilicon Doron Chaucer so called by M. Camdon Philip Aristotle Cornelius Tanitus in the life of Agrippa