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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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warrant stoode Nor neede his grace one iot of pleasure spare His royall graunt in person to declare Enough said I your highnesse doth in this To make vs lawes that in subiection dwell Let Magistrates correct what is amisse Such nobles as in wisedome most excell Aduance to place where they may gouerne well And as you do your kingdomes glory prize Of all your land select the learned wise For if the temperature of common weale Be guided by the course of heau'nly pow'res Such as in deepe affaires will iustly deale Must haue an eie to those aeternall bow'res And by their view direct this state of ours Else how can he a perfect states-man prooue That knowes not how coelestiall bodies mooue How can he marke religions stedfast pole How many long degrees we distant are How lawes of iustice compasse in the whole Like orbe of fixed lights or note from farre A fained meteor from a fixed starre How darke eclipsed truth is neuer seene When worlds corrupting treasure comes betweene When wise Magitians wandred farre and wide To find the place of our Messias birth A starre by east became their faithfull guide Angells proclaming notes of ioyfull mirth Glorie to God on high and peace on earth While here I pawsde the King with smiling cheare Bade me proceede for he was bent to heare Dread soueraigne I intend not to detract From noble families their ancient rights Ill fares the shippe whose loftie toppes be wrackt Whole Empires fall where such confusion lights Long life and honor to S. Georges Knights Yet this I reade that realme shall fairest rise Where wise men rule or Rulers can be wise Put such in trust your grace may rest secure And sway the scepter with immortall praise Whether you please your royall selfe immure In cittie walls triumphing sundry waies Or els in progresse spend the sommer daies What hath the ayre the sea the land and all That is not yours or subiect at your call Scholler said he thou know'st my kingdomes state And canst with pleasure painfull trauells brooke Ile prize thy seruice at the highest rate Performing that which thou hast vndertooke For Lordly rents Ile change thy Easter booke Good priest whose sonne so ere thou art by kind Wolsey of Ipswich ne're begat thy mind Soone after this the King with mighty hoast In person meant to enter warlike France To challenge what his auncetors had lost On Turney gates his standard to aduance And in their courts to make our courtiers daunce Which vnacquainted labor to supply He thought no subiect was so fit as I. He might as well appoint some artlesse swaine In Pytheas place to build Mausolus toombe To reare th' Aegyptian Pyramid's againe Restore the ruines of declining Rome Or put some shepheardesse to Arachnes loome As me a student and a yong diuine To furnish out a campe no charge of mine But now the sweetnesse of promotions taste Delightsome prospect to the tower of fame Such skill in my vnmartiall wittes had plac'de As would not onely iust proportion frame Of men and fit munition for the same But bring from rockes where flintie sinewes stoode Whole stony legions of Deucalions broode Imagine Turney vanquisht by the King With Turwins walls and all the confin'de land Ill windes they are that good to no man bring Worse warres that suffer not the churches stand My wind blew faire the church fell in my hand That was elect and consecrated soone Bishop of Turney when the warres were done A sweete preferment for it was my first A straunge aduancement in another Realme A pleasant draft to quench ambitions thirst A ioyfull note to wake me from my dreame A fruitfull spring to send so faire a streame What man but me could fortune thus aduance In peace in warre in England and in France My solemne consecration beeing ended And holy miter placed on my head With falling mists the darksome night extended Hir sable wings and gently ouerspread Heau'ns gloomy vaile whence Phoebus lamp was fled Dead time of rest to euery mortall wight No musicke to the silence of the night To cheerfull minds that bringeth wanton sleepe With many a Phantasme and deluding toy And pensiue heart it doth detaine and keepe From tedious company that would annoy Dull Saturnists that haue abiur'd all ioy To me whose day was all in pleasure spent This wondrous vision it did represent From that rich valley where the Angels laid him His vnknowne sepulchre in Moabs land Moses that Israel led and they obaid him In glorious view before my face did stand Bearing the folded tables in his hand Wherein the doome of life and deaths despaire By Gods owne finger was ingrauen faire He passing forth a ioyfull troope ensued Of worthy iudges and triumphant Kings Victorious Iosuah that in armes subdued Prophane vsurpers of their hallowed things And smote their leaders breaking al their wings With him as ioyning hearts with meeke consent Princes of Israel and of Iuda went Next whom with solemne note of trumpets sound The tabernacle of the Lord was brought About it holy Priests assembled round With sacred Ephods girdles richly wrought Such garments as the Lord had Aaron taught With warbling harpe and crownet on his head The ghost of Dauid loftie measures lead To these in order all the Prophets came Mysterious prophets cloth'd in poore array Pronouncing oft Iehouah's dreadfull name Crying to Syon Learne O learne the way Your desolation hastneth euery day These were refusde for none regarded them In all the daughters of Ierusalem The next in ranke were holy Martyres bleeding Whose euery wound in perfect glory shines Then they which wrote our Sauiours iust proceeding His life and death in euerlasting lines And last of all the best of all diuines To whome deepe mysteries of things conceal'd At Pathmos Ile in vision were reueal'd Now from th' Aethereall pallace of her rest In perfect semblance they appear'd to me But O my soule how are thy pow'res opprest That sleeping saw'st and waking canst not see O God! if so thy gracious pleasure be Such beauty be reueal'd to mortall men Direct O soone direct my wandring pen. In chariot framed of celestiall mould And simple purenesse of the purest skie A more then heau'nly Nymph I did beholde Who glauncing on me with her gracious eie So gaue me leaue her beautie to espie For sure no sence such sight can comprehend Except her beames their faire reflection lend Her beauty with Eternitie began And onely vnto God was euer seene When Eden was possest with sinfull man She came to him and gladly would haue beene The long succeeding worlds eternall Queene But they refused her O hainous deed And from that garden banish't was their seede Since when at sundry times and sundry waies Atheisme and blinded ignorance conspire How to obscure those holy burning raies And quench that zeale of heart-inflaming fire As makes our soules to heau'nly things aspire But al in vaine for mauger all their might Shee neuer lost one sparkle