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A04553	The golden garland of princely pleasures and delicate delights Wherin is conteined the histories of many of the kings, queenes, princes, lords, ladies, knights, and gentlewomen of this kingdome. Being most pleasant songs and sonnets to sundry new tunes now most in vse: the third time imprinted, enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson. Deuided into two parts.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1620 (1620)	STC 14674; ESTC S106558	33,572	118

out the Lions heart Which made the Duke and all his Lords in fearefull manner start To see this royall English King to play so braue a part In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. I am no prisoner said the King for I am now set free The country and our law of Armes commands it so to be And thus to Englan● blessed Land most ioyfully went he In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But left hi● 〈…〉 loue behind that 〈…〉 his life With 〈…〉 returne againe to 〈…〉 then his wife But fel● 〈…〉 and bloudy warre did breed them further strife In fighting for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The noble hearts of Englishmen that could indure no wrong For good King Richard mustred then a vailant Army strong To passe the seas to A●on Walls to lay the same along In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. So first consuming fire and sword into that countrey came Destroying all their Cities braue and townes of ancient fame Till those the wrongs King Richard had were righted by the same In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But in his prime of Martiall w●rth this noble King was slaine For wounded with a poysoned shaft that pierst his Princely braine Much sorrowing mone was long 〈◊〉 amongst his warlike traine Stil fighting for our Sauiour Iesu But chiefly by his Lady faire so loyall and so kinde That nothing but reuenge thereof possessed still her minde To know the causer of his death were rich rewards assingd Thus to honour our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Upon the murtherer being fow●d much cruelty was showne By her command his skinne aliue was flead from flesh and bone And after vnto ayery fowles his body it was throwne In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Yet ended not this Ladies griefe for him she loude so deare Deepe sorrowes euen broke her heart as plainely did appeare And both were buried in one graue thus true loues end you heare That dyed for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Did euer Lady for her loue more strangely vndertake Did euer Daughter in this kind a grieued father make Did euer Princesse end her life thus for her true loues sake And for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. FINIS A gallant Song of the Garter of England and how it was made first an honour to this Kingdome by King Edward the third To the tune of When Arthur first c. WHen as third Edward ruld this Land And was our English king He had good speed in all his fight braue conquest home to bring Two Kingly Crownes vpon his sword In sumptuous sort was borne Most gallantly to grace the third that on his head was worne Thus three in one made Englands same through all the world to shine Which well might clame a titled grace amongst our worthies nine Seauen princely Sonnes he likewise had whose vertues wonne him prayse From one fayre Queene descended all in beauties blooming dayes His Earles and Barons brauely ●ent to practise Knightly déeds To breake the Launce to runne at Ring to backe their barbed stéedes Which made the world thinke Mars his Court was kept in England here UUhen Englands Péeres made forraine lands to quake with trembling feare King Edwards raigne rung eccho●ng thus through euery Christian Court Of whom the noblest Prince that liued gaue sounds of braue report Right valiant King himselfe likewise his Country to aduance UUith many of his Péeres ariud within the Court of France And there by Tilts and Tourni●s braue such honours did obtaine As Mars himselfe in glistering stéele the prize from them would gaine So braue and bold his Barons were and so successefull then That none of all the Lords of Fram● were like our English men Thus many moneths he with his Peeres spent there with braue delights Whose dayly sports concluded were by reueling at nights Where Measure and Carantoes fine so gract the Court of France As if Quéene Iuno with her Ioue had brauely led the daunce Amongst which glorious troope of Dames that richly sate to sée The French Quéene there aboue the rest the fairest séemd to be Whom English Edward by the hand in curteous manner tooke To dance withall at which the French gaue many a scornefull looke But Edward still like Mars himselfe with countenance and grace By Courtship won great liking there from all within that place King Edward pleasd the Princely Queene the Queene king Edward well But as they daunct there from her leg by chance her garter fell The which king Edward soone tooke vp And it in kindnesse wore For fauour and for curtesies he to her vertues bore But some there present gaue forth words The Queene of purpose lost Her garter there for him to find whom she affected most But when she heard these ill conceits And speeches that they made Hony soyt qui maly pens the noble Princes said Ill hap to them that euill thinke In English it is thus Which words so wise quoth Englands King shall sur●ly goe with vs And for her sake shall Englands Peeres In honour of our land A Garter weare and in the same these words in gold shall stand That all the world may nobly speake Our garter came from France In Princely manner named thus our Countrey to aduance The Tilts and Reuels thus had end That long had lasted there And home our King and Nobles came with mirth and meery cheere Where soone he brauely did create Full many a Lordly Knight To weare this golden Garter faire So sumptuous and so bright And named them S. Georgies knights And of this Garter braue As noble an order of estate as any King can haue Which Knights vpon S. Georges day Still their precession goes Through Englands Court in robes of gold and most delightfull shoes At Windsor is this Order kept Where kings be of the same And forraigne Princes much desire the honours of that name Third Edward first began this grace of knight-hood to his praise Which still is kept with high renowne in our King Iames his dayes Ten English Kings haue been thereof of Princes and of Peeres A number great whose honors liu'd most braue in ancient yeares And at this day of Dukes and Lords our land hath honoured store Whose names and fames the Lord increase and make them more and more FINIS A lamentable Ditty on the death of the Lord Guilford Dudley and the Lady Iane Gray that for their parents ambition in seeking to make these two yong Princes King and Queene of England were both beheaded in the Tower of London To the tune of Peter and Parnell WHen as King Edward left this life In yong and tender blooming yeeres Began such deadly hate and strife That filled England full of feares Ambition in those ancient dayes More then ten thousand thousand thousand thousand troubles did arise Northumberland being made a Duke Ambitiously doth seeke the crowne And Suffolke for the same did looke To put Queene Maries title downe That was King Henries daughter bright And Queen of England England England and King Edwards heire by right Lord Guilford

each day and each night to worke him despight That wearied with sorrowes he still might lament Good king thus abused he was at the last To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid And there in a dungeon ful low in the groūd vnpitied he nightly was laied Not one for his miserie grieued that late was in place of royallest grace Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd King Henry vsurping thus all his estate Could neuer in heart be content Till some of his friends in secrecy sought to kill him by cruell consent Who sooke to Pomfret hi●d where as the feare that toucht him so neare They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king for murthere● he was That might well haue liued full long Had not ill counsell betraied his best good and done his hie fortunes this wrong But blood for blood still calls no bloody staind hand ran long in this land Stand surely but soone vnto misery falls Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind And won his title by blood Which after by heauens ●ight power not three generations stood But yeelded to Yorke againe thus fortune showes their proud ouer throwes That cunningly climes an imperial raigne FINIS A song of an English Knight that marryed the royall Princesse Lady Mary sister to King Henry the eight which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke To the Tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life EIght Henry ruling in this land he had a sister faire That was the widdowed King of France inricht with vertues eare And being come to England● Court She oft beheld a Kinght Charles Brandon namd in whose faire eyes she cheifly tooke delight And noting in her Princely minde His gallent swéet behauiour Shee daily drew him by degrees still more and more in fauour Which he perceiuing courte●us Knight Found fitting time and place And thus in amorous sort began his loue sure to her grace I ayme at loue faire Queene said he Sweet let your loue incline That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine If worthlesse I might worthy be To haue so good a lot To please your highnesse in true loue my fancy doubteth not Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me I can maintaine the same by birth being come of good degree If wealth you thinke be all my want Your highnesse hath great ●●ore And my supplyment shall be loue what can you wish for more It hath been known when hearty loue Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blus● But made a dumbe reply Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently Brandon quoth she I greater am Then would I were for thee But can as little master loue as them of low degree My father was a King and so A King my husband was My brother is the like and he will say I do transgresse But let him say what pleaseth him His liking I le forgoe And choose a loue to please myselfe though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages As best contents their mind Why should not princes of est●te the like contentment find But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes Yet blame me not for loue I loue where best my fancy deemes And long may liue quoth he to loue Nor longer liue may I Then when I loue your royall grace and then disgraced dye But if I do deserue your loue My mind desires dispatch For many are the eyes in Court that on your beauty watch But am not I sweet Lady now More fancy then behooues Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue that speakes for him that loues The Quéene and this braue Gentleman Together both did wed And after sought the kings good will and of their wishes sped For Brandon soone was made a Duke and graced so in court Then who but he did f●ant it forth amongst the noblest sort And so from princely Brandons line and Maries did procéed The noble race of Suffolks house as after did succéed From whose high blood the Lady Iane Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife Came by descent who with her Lord in London lost her life FINIS A Song of the life and death of King Rich●●d the third who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land was sl●ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England To the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life IN England once there raignd a King A Tirant fir●e and sell Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne gaue sure his soule to hell Third Richard was this Tirants name the worst of all the three That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be For his desires were still by blood to be made Endglands King Which here to gaine that go●den prize did many a wondrous thing He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres and chiefest in this Land With euery one that likely was his title to withstand Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought ere he could bring to passe What he made lawlesse claime vnto as his best liking was Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew Before his fathers face And weeded from our English throne all his renowned race This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life he also did betray With those right noble Princes ●waine King Edwards children deare Because to Englands royall Crowne he thought them both too neere His owne deare wife also he slew Inces●uous●y to wed His owne deare daughter which for feare away from him was fled And made such hauocke in this land Of all the Royall bloud That onely one was left vnslaine to haue his claimes withstood Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd To right his Countries wrong From France prepar'd full well to fight brought ore an Army strong To whom Lord Stanley nobly came With many an English Peere And ioynd their forces in one Earle Richmonds heart to cheare Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore And how their forces day by day increased more and more He frets he fumes and ragingly A madding fury showes And thought it but in vaine to stay and so to battell goes Earle Richmond he in order braue His fearelesse armie laid In midst of whom these noble words their valiant leader said Now is the time and place swéet friends And we the souldiers be That must bring Englands peace againe or loose our liues must we Be valiant then we fight for fame And for our countries good Against a Tyrant markt with shame for shedding Englands blood I am right heire of Lancaster Intituled to the Crowne Against this bloody Boare of Yo●ke then let vs win renowne Meane while had furious Richard set His army in array And with a gastly looke of feare he stoutly thu● did say Shall Henry Richmond with his

And chaind thy hearts liking my seruant to proue That am but a stranger in this thy kind loue Owen Tudor If but a stranger yet loue hath such power To lead me heere kindly vnto a Queenes bower Then doe not sweet Princesse my good will forsake When nature commands thee a true loue to take Queene Katherine So royall of calling and birth I am knowne That matching vnequall my state is ore-throwne My titles of dignity thereby I loose To wed me and bed me my equall I le choose Owen Tudor No honours are lost Quéene in chusing of me For I am a gentleman borne by degrée And fauours of Princes my s●ate may aduance In making me noble by fortunate chance Queene Katherine My robes of rich honours most braue to behold Are all ore imbossed with siluer and gold Not therewith adorned I loose my renowne With all the braue titles that waits on a Crowne Owen Tudor My Countrey sweet Princesse more pleasure affords Then can be expressed heere by me in words Such kindly contentments by nature there springs That hath beene well liked of Queenes of Kings Queene Katherine My courtly attendants are traines of delight Like stars of faire heauen all shining most bright And those that liue daily such pleasures to see Suppose no such comforts in countrey can be Owen Tudor In Wales we haue fountains no christal more cleare Where murmuring musick we daily may heare With gardens of pleasure and flowers so sweet UUhere true loue with true loue may merrily meet Queene Katherine But there is no tilting nor tornaments bold Which gallant yong Ladies desire to behold No maskes nor no reuels where fauours are worne By Knights or by Barons without any scorne Owen Tudor Our May-poles at Whitsontide maketh good sport And moues as sweet pleasure as yours doe in court UUhere on the green dancing for garland and ring Maidens make pastime and sports for a King Queene Katherine But when your braue yong men maidens do meet Your musicke is clownish and soundeth not sweet UUhilest siluer-like melody murmuring keepes And rocks vp our senses in heauenly sicepes Owen Tudor Our Harps our Tabors sweet humming drones For thee my sweet Princesse make musicall moanes Our Morris-Maid Marrians desire for to see A True-loue-knot tyed betwixt thee and me Queene Katherine No pleasures in Countrey by me can be seene That haue beene mainteined so long heere a Queene And fed on the blessings that dayly were giuen Into my braue Pallace by Angels from heauen Owen Tudor Our greene leaued trees will dance with the winde Where birds sit reioycing according to kinde Our sheepe with their Lambes wil skip it ful round To see thee come tripping along on the ground Queene Katherine What if a kind Princesse should so be content By meeknesse thus mooued to giue her consent And humble her honors imbace her degree To tye her best fortunes braue Tudor to thee Owen Tudor If to a Kingdome I borne were by birth And had at commandment all nations on earth Their crownes their scepters should lie at thy feet And thou be made Empresse my darling so swéet Queene Katherine I feare yet to fancy thy loue tempting tongue For Cupid is cunning his bow very strong Queen Venus once mistris of heart wishing pleasure We ouer kind women repent vs at leasure Owen Tudor May neuer faire morning shew forth his bright beames But couer my falsehood with darkest extreames If not as the Turtle I liue with my Doue My gentle kind Princesse my L●dy my Loue. Queene Katherine Hye then into Wales and our wedding prouide For thou art my Bridegroome I le be thy Bride Get gloues and fiue ribbons with bridelaces faire Of silke and of siluer for Ladies to weare Owen Tudor With garlands of Roses our huswifely wiues To haue thee adorned all louingly striues Their bride-cakes be ready our bag-pipes do play Whilst I stand attending to lead thee the way Both together Then marke how the notes of our merry towne bels Our dingdong of pleasure most cheerefully tels Then dingdong faire Ladies and louers all true This dingdong of pleasure may satisfie you FINIS A Princely song of King Richard Cordelion King of England of his bold courage and lamentable death To the tune of You Batchelers that braue it OF a noble Christian Warriour King Richard of this Land For fame amongst our worthies braue now orderly may stand The God of battels gaue him still a gallant great command To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ Richard Cordelion in this Land a noble English name That fils the world with wonders great with honour and with fame Then gallantly good Souldiers all come thunder out the same That fights for our Sauiour Iesus Christ When as faire Hierusalem the City of our Lord Lay mourning all in heauinesse consumed by the sword To succour her all Christendome did willingly accord And to fight for our Saviour Iesus Christ. Then marched forth most braue and bold King Richard from this land Of noble Knights and Gentlemen with him a warlike band To fight for Iesus Christ his name so long as they could stand All souldiers of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But by the way such chances then King Richard did betide That many of his soldiers for want of victuall dyed A new supply this noble King wa● forced to prouide To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The mighty Duke of Austria to whome he came for ayd For all his Kingly curtesies his succors were denayd But tooke him prisoner cowardly where ransome must be paid And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ His noble Knights and Soldiers then with sorrow went away Wofully complaining all that ere they saw that day That such a Noble King as he a prisoner there should stay And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. While they were here prouiding a ransome for his Grace The Dukes owne Sonne vnreuerently King Richard did abase For which with one small boxe o th eare he kild him in that place In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. UUith that into a Dungeon deepe this noble King was cast UUhile as a Lyon all in rage prouided was in haste To combate with this famous King so long as life did last The souldier of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But gentle pitty moued much the Daughter of the Duke Whom deepely wounded was with loue proceeding from his looke For which to saue his Princely life she kindly vndertooke In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. A rich imbroydered scarfe of silke she secretly conuaid Into the Dungeon where the King his execution staid The which to saue his gentle life an instrument was made In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ For when the hunger starued beast into the Dungeon came With open mouth to swallow him he nimbly tooke the same And stoutly thrust it downe his throat the Lyon thus to tame In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. And so with valiant courage he puld

and the Lady Iane Were wedded by their parents wils The right from Mary so was tane Which drew them on to further ils But marke the end of this misdeed Mary was crowned crowned crowned and they to death decreed And being thus adiudged to die For these their parents haughty aimes That thinking thus to mount on high Their children King Queene proclaimes But in such aymes no blessings be When as ten thousand thousand thousand their shamefull endings see Sweet Princes they deserud no blame That thus must die for fathers cause And bearing of so great a name To contradict our English lawes Let all men then conclude in this That they are haples haples haples whose parents doe amisse Now who more great then they of late Now who more wretched then they are And who more lofty in estate Thus sodenly consumd with care Then Princes all set downe this rest And say the golden golden golden golden meane is alwayes best Prepard at last drew on the day Whereon these Princes both must die Lord Guilford Dudley by the way His dearest Lady did espye Whilst he vnto the blocke did goe She in her window weeping weeping did lament his woe Their eyes that lookt for loue ere-while Now blubberd were with pearled teares And euery glance and loners smile Where turnd to dole and deadly feares Lord Guilfords life did bleeding lie Expecting Angels Angels Angels siluer wings to mount on hie His dearest Lady long did looke When she likewise to blocke should goe Where sweetly praying on her booke She made no signe of outward woe But wisht that she had Angels wings To see that golden golden golden sight of heauenly things And mounting on the Scaffold then Where Guilfords liuelesse body lay I come quoth she thou flower of men For death shall not my soule dismay The gates of heauen stand open wide To rest for euer and euer and euer and thus these gentle Princes dyed Their parents likewise lost their heads For climing thus one step too high Ambitious towers haue slippery leades And fearefull to a wise mans eye For onee amisse great houses fall Therfore take warning warning warning by this you gallants all FINIS A ioyfull song of the deserued praises of good Queene Elizabeth how Princely she behaued her selfe at Tilbury Campe in 88. when the Spaniards threatned the inuasion of this Kingdome To the tune of King Henries going to Bullaine OF a Noble Noble Princesse Englands late commanding Mistris King Henries daughter faire Elizabeth She was such a maiden Queene As her like was neuer seene of any woman-kind vpon the earth Her name in golden numbers May written be with wonders that liude beloued foure and forty yeares And had the guift of nature all That to a Princesse might befall as by her noble vertues well appeares With Maiesty admired Her subiects she required that loue for loue might equally be shown Preferring a publique peace Then any priuate mans increase that quietly we stil may keepe our owne UUen Ambassies did come From any Prince in Chris●endome her entertainments were so Princely sweet She likewise knew what did belong To euery language speech and tongue where grace vertue did together meet No Princesse more could measure Her well beseeming pleasure in open Court amongst her Ladies faire For musicke and for portly gate The world afforded not her mate so excellent her carriage was and faire Kingly states oppressed And such as were distressed with meanes and mony daily shee relieud As law of Nations did her bind To strangers she was euer kind and such as with calamities were grieue● And when into this kingdome Bloudy warres did threatning come her highnes would be ready with good wil As it in eighty eight was séene UUhen as this thrice renowned Quéene gaue noble courage to her soldiers still This more then worthy woman Like to a noble Amazon in siluer plated Armour brauely went Unto her Campe at Tilbery With many Knights of Chiualry coragiously her Army to content But being there ariued With noble heart she striued to giue them all what they desird to haue A louely grace and countenance Smiling with perseuerance to whom so swéet a countenance she gaue Upon a Drumhead sitting As it was best besitting for such a royall Princes thus to speake A Soldier I will liue and dye Feare shall neuer make me ●●ye nor any danger leaue to vndertake With that amidst the Battle The Musquetires did rattle a peale of powder flaming all in fire The Cannons they did lowdly play To please her Maiesty that day which she in heart did louingly desire Her highnes thus delighted She roially requited the noble captaines and the sould●ers all For golden Angels flew amaine Round about the warlike traine each one rewarded was both great smal With that in noble manner To Englands fame and honour the thundring shot began to play againe And for this royall princes sake Ratling made the ground to shake in spight of all their enemies of Spaine The more to be commended She graciously befriended full many a worthy gentlemen that day By knighting them in noble sort As it had bin in Englands court such gallant graces had she euery way So fréely kind and louing She was by her approuing to rich poore that came vnto her grace Not any one but found her still A friend to good a foe to ill and euer vertue swéetly would imbrace But now in heauens high Pallace She liues in ioy and solace committing all her charge vnto the King Of whose admired Maiesty Ruling vs so quietly reioycingly we Subiects all doe sing FINIS A new Song of the strange liues of two yong Princes in England who became two Shepherds vpon Salisbury Plaine and after restored to their former estates To the Tune of the Merchants man IN Kingly Stephens raigne Two royall Dukes there was That all our other English Lords for greatnesse far did passe The one of Deuonshire namd● that had a daughter faire Which he appointed at his death to be his only heire And her in loue commits Unto the Cornewall Duke Whom he with tendernes and care most kindly vndert●oke The promise being made The Duke of Deuonshire dyes And all that Cornewall vow'd to doe he afterwards denies Yet well he educates the Maid That Maudlin she was growne The fairest Lady vnder Heauen for beauty being knowne And many Princes sought for loue But none might her obtaine For couetous Cornewall to himselfe the dukedome sought to gaine So on a time Prince Raymond chanc't This comely dame to see With whom he fell so deepe in loue as any Prince might be Unhappy youth what should he do She still was kept in mew Nor he nor any of his friends admitted to her view One while he melancholly pines Himselfe with griefe away Anon he thinkes by force of Armes to win her if he may Untill at length commanding loue Became to be his Iudge And chang●d