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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04551	A crovvne garland of goulden roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson.; Crowne-garland of goulden roses.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1612 (1612)	STC 14672; ESTC S119112	24,012	96

A CROVVNE GARLAND OF GOVLDEN ROSES Gathered out of Englands royall garden Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted By Richard Iohnson AT LONDON Printed by G. Eld for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop at Christ Church gate 1612 A PRINCELY SONG made of the Red Rose and together by king Henry the seauenth and Elizabeth Plantaginet daughter to Edward the fourth from whom our now Soueraigne Lord King Iames linnially descended To the tune of when Flying fame WHen Yorke and Lankaster made war within this famous land The liues of Englands royall péeres did in much danger stand Seauen English Kings in bloody feelds for Englands crowne did fight In which their heires were all but twaine of liues bereaued quight Then thirty thousand Englishmen were in one battle slaine Yet could not all this English blood a setled peace obtaine For fathers kind their déere sonnes killd and sonnes their fathers slew Yea kindreds fought against their kind and not each others knew At last by Henries lawfull claime this wasting warre had end For Englands peace he soone restord and did the same defend For Tyrant Richard namd the third chiefe bréeder of this woe By him was slaine neare Leaster towne as cronicles doc show All feares of warre he thus exild which ioyd each Englishman And daies of long desired peace within the land began He ruld his Kingdome by true loue to theire his subiects liues For euery one had dayly ioy and comfort of their wines King Henry had such princely care our further peace to frame Tooke faire Elizabeth to wife that gallant Yorkest dame Fourth Edwards daughter blest of God to scape King Richards spight Was thus made Englands peareles Quéene and Henries hearts delight Thus Henry first of Tudors name and last of Lankaster With Yorkes right heire a true-loues knot did linke and tie full fast Renowned Yorke the White Rose gaue braue Lankaster the Red By wedlocke here conioynd to grow both in one princely bed These Roses sprang and budded faire and carried such a grace That Kings of England in their armes affords them worthy place And florish may these Roses long that all the world may tell The owner of these princely flowers in vertues doe excell To glorifie these Roses more King Henry and his Quéene First plac'd their pictures in red gold most gorgrous so be séene The Kings owne gard now weares the same vpon their backes and brest Where loue and loyalty remaines and euer-more shall rest The Red Rose on the backe is plast thereon a crowne of gold The White Rose on the brest as braue and costly to behold Bedeckt most rich with siluer stues on cotes of Scarlet red A blushing hew which Englands same now many a yeare hath bred Thus Tudor and Plantaginet these honors first deuized To well-come long desired peace with vs so dearely prized A peace that now maintayned is by Iames our royall King For peacobrings plenty to the land with euery blessed thing To speake againe of Henries praise his Princely liberall hand Gaue guifts and graces many waies vnto this famous land For which the Lord him blessings sent and multiplied his store In that he left more wealth to vs then any any King before For first his swéet and louely Quéene a ioy aboue the rest Brought him both sonnes and daughters faire to make this kingdome blest The royall blood that was at ebb so increased by this Quéene That Englands heires vnto this day doe florish faire and gréene The first faire blessing of his séede was Arthur prince of Wales Whose vertues to the Spanish court quite ore the Ocean sayles There Ferdinand the King of Spaine his daughter Katherne gaue For wife vnto the English Prince a thing that God would haue Yet Arthur in his lofty youth and blooming time of age Submitted méekely his swéet life to deaths impartiall rage Who dying so no issew left the swéet of natures ioy Which compast England round with grief● and Spaine with sad anoy King Henries second comfort prou'd a Henry of his name In following time eight Henry cald a King of noble fame He conquered Bullen by his sword With many townes in France His manly might and fortitude did Englands fame aduance He Popish Abbies first supprest and Papestry puld downe And bound their lands by parliment vnto his royall crowne He had thrée children by thrée wiues all Princes raining here Edward Mary and Elizabeth a Quéene belou'd most deare These thrée swéet branches bare no frute God no such ioy did send Through which the Kingly Tudors name in England here had end The last Plantaginet that liu'd was nam'd Elizabeth Elisabeth last Tudor was the greatest Quéene of earth Seuenth Henry yet we name againe Whose grace gaue frée consent To haue his daughters married both to Kings of high dessent Margret the eldest of the twaine Was made great Scotlands Quéene As wise as faire as vertuous as eare was Lady séene From which faire Quéene our royall King by lineall course descendeth And rightfully inioyes that crowne Which God now still befrendeth For Tudor and Plantaginet by yéelding vnto death Hath made renowned Stewards name the greatest vpon earth His younger daughter Mary calld as Princely by degrée Was by her father worthy thought the Quéene of France to be And after to the Suffolke Duke was made a noble wise Where-in the famous English court she lead a vertuous life King Henry and his louely Quéene reioyst to sée the day To haue their children thus aduanst with honors euery way Which purchast pleasure and content with many a yeares delight Till sad mischance by cruell death procur'd them both a spight The Quéene that faire and princely damo that mother méeke and mild To ad more number to her ioyes againe grew big with child All which brought comfort to her King against which carefull hower He lodgd his deare kind-hearted Quéene in Londons stately Tower That Tower which prou'd so fatal once to Princes of degrée Prou'd fatall to this noble Quéene for therein died she In child-bed lost she her swéet life her life estéemed so deare Which had béene Englands louing Quéene full many a happy yeare The King herewith pocest with griefe spent many months in moane And dayly sight and said that he like her could find out none Nor none could he in fancy chuse to make his wedrd wise Therefore a widdower would remaine the remnant of his life His after daies be spent in peace and quietnesse of mind Like King and Quéene as these two were the world can hardly find Our King and Queene yet like to them in vertue and true loue Haue heauenly blessings in like sort from heauenly powers aboue A delightfull song of the foure famous feasts of England the one of them ordayned by King Henry the seuenth of the honor of Marchant Taylers shewing how seauen Kings haue bin

free of that company and now ●●stly graced with the loue of our renowned Prince Henry of great Brittaine To the tune of Treatans toy ENgland is a Kingdome of all the world admired More statclinesse in pleasures can no way be desired The court is full of brauery the citty stor'd with wealth The law preserueth vnity the country kéepeth health Yet no like pompe and glory our cronicles record As foure great feasts of England do orderly afford All others be but dinners calld or banquete of good sort And none but sowre be named feasts which here I will report Saint Georges feast the first of all maintained is by Kings Where much renowne and royalty thereof now dayly rings Princes come from forraine lands to be Saint Georges Knights The goulden garter thus is worne by sundry worthy wights Saint George our English champion in most delightfull sort Is celebrated yeare by yeare in Englands royall court The King with all his noble traine in gould and rich aray Still glorisies the festiuall of great Saint Georges day The honored Maior of London the second feast ordaines By which the worthy cittizens much commendation gaines For Lords and Iudges of the land and Knights of good request To Guild hall comes to countenance Lord Maior of Londons feast Also the Sargeants of the law another feast asords With grace and honor glorified by Englands Noble Lords And this we call the Sargiant feast a third in name and place But yet there is a fourth like wise deserues as gallant grace The Marchant Taylors company that fellowship of fame To Londons lasting dignity liues honored with the same A guist King Henry the seauenth gaue kept once in thrée yeares still Where gould and gounes be to poore men giuen by King Hemies will Full many good fat burks be sent the fairest and the best The Kings large forrests can afford to grace this worthy f●ast A feast that makes the number iust and last account of ●oure Therefore let England thus report of feasts there be no more Then let all London companies so highly in renowne Giue Marchant taylors name and same to weare the lawrell crowne For seuen of Englands royall Kings thereof haue all béene frée And with their loues and fauors grac'd this worthy company King Richard once the second nam'd vnhappy in his fall Of all these race of royall Kings was frée-man first of all Bullinbrooke fourth Henry next by order him succéeds To gloryfie this brotherhood by many Princely déeds Fift Henry which so valiently deserued fame in France Became free of this company faire London to aduance Sixt Henry then the next in raigne though lucklesse in his daies Of Marchant-taylors free-man was to his eternall praise Fourth Edward that right worthy King beloued of great and small Also performd a frée mans loue to this renowned Hall Third Richard which by cruellty brought England many woes Unto this worthy company no little fauour showes But richest fauours yet at last procéeded from a King Whose wisdome round about the world in Princes eares doth ring King Henry whome we call the seuenth made them the greatest gracd Because in marchant Taylors Hall his picture now stands placed Their charter was his Princely guift maintaynd unto this day He added Marchant to the name of Taylors as some say So Martchant Taylors they be cal'd his royall loue was so No London company the like estate of Kings can shoe From time to time we thus behold the Marchant-Taylers glory Of whose renowne the Muses pens may make a lasting story This loue of Kings begot such loue of our now royall Prince For greater loue then his to them was nere before nor since It pleased so his Princely minde in méeke kinde curtesie To be a friendly frée-man made of this braue company London then in heart reioyce and Marchant Taylers sing Forth prayses of this gentle Prince the sonne of our good King To tell the welcomes to the world he then in London had Might sill vs full of pleasing ioyes and make our hearts full glad His triumphs there performd and done long lasting will remaine And Chronicles report aright the order of it plaine The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants To the tune of Diana In Warwicke-sheir there stands a downe and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name Adioyning to a country towne made famous by a maidens name Fairo Isabel she called was a shepheards daughter as some say To wigmoores eare her fame did passe as he in Warwicke Casile lay Poore loue-sicke Lord immediatly vpon her fame set his delight And thought much pleasure sure did lie possessing of so swéet a wight Therfore to Dunsmore did repaire to recreate his sickly mind Where in a summers euening faire his chance was Isabell to find She sat amidst a medow greene most richly spred with smelling flowers And by a riuer she was seene to spend away some euening howers There sat this ma●den all alone washing her selfe in secret wise Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon did much delight his longing eye●● She thinking not to be espied had layd from her her Contrey tire The tresses of her haire vntide hung glistring like the golden wier And as the slakes of winters snow that lies vnmelted on the plaines So white her body was in show like siluer springs did run her vaines He rauisht with this pleasing sight Stood as a man amazed still Suffring his eyes to take delight That neuer thought they had their fill She blinded his affection so That reasons rules were led awry And loue the coales of lust did blow Which to a fire soone slamed hye And though he knew the sinne was great Yet burned so within his brest With such a vehement scorching heat That none but she could lend him rest Lord Wigmoore thus beeing drownd in lust By liking of this dainty Dame He call'd a seruant of great trust Inquiring straight what was her name She is quoth he no married wife But a Shepheards daughter as you sée And with her father leads her life Whose dwellings by these pastures bée Her name is Isabel the saire Then stay quoth he and speake no more But to my Castle straight her beare Her sight hath wounded me full sore Thus to Lord Wigmoore she was brought Who with delight his fancies fed And through his sute such means he wrought That he intic'd her to his bed This beeing done incontinent She did returne from whence she came And euery day she did inuent To couer her receiued shame But ere three months were fully past Her crime committed plaine appeares Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast She long complain'd with weeping teares The complaint of faire Isabell for the losse of her honor at the end whereof shee slew her selfe To the same tune LOrd Wigmoore thus I haue defild And spotted my