as may be thought The common wealth in England hath distroyde And filthy flatterie these dayes is so imbraced The cogging crew away true meanyng chased And with these wordes this Lambe lookt on me fast Marke well my speach quoth he an other tyme For now thou séest that Phoebus maketh hast Into the Occidentall flouds for to decline In tyme to come trust thou no flattering friend Nor tipling tib except to much thou spend The Meritrix the furred foole doth vse Spy thou and at her mates a litle while For she and they shall reape they may not chuse The fruits they graft vpon their sinfull soyle As euery wight doth know their vice vntold Shall ere they dye their woful end behold Thus presently came Morpheus backe agayne How now my lambe quoth he hast done my will Hast told my Clarke thy mynde meaning plaine That of the world he may haue better skill I haue my Lord quoth Lambe done what I may Plainly vnto Dunstable to direct the way I thanke thée sayd Sir Morpheus for the same I will that he and thou this present tyme depart For that he beares abroad a writers name I will not stay him longer from his act Thus sodenly I wakened out of sléepe In Dreaming long this lambe became a shéepe Thus blushing brood awaken I from sléepe And on the soden dasht in drowsie dumps Began with spéed for to plucke vp my féete Because the place did put me to my iumps This desert was alas vnknowen to mée My Hawke nor Spannels could I neuer sée But what this lambe by Morpheus meanes did say With diligence I pen'd that other day FINIS The Authours name in Verdict REmember Lord for Christes sake by mercy to forgeue In iudgement on those people now that sinnefully doe liue Condemne them not that retchles are and doe thy lawes forget Haue mercy on all them that trust Christes bloud shall pay theyr det Against my wofull cries oh Lord shut not thy mercy gate Receiue my sinfull soule oh God to enter in thereat Doe not condemne me for my guilt let mercy thée perswade Reuenge not Lord my wofull workes when I in sinne did wade Oh God most high and mighty Lord in whom is all my trust Be mercyfull to those which are before thy eyes vniust In time of trouble still I cald vpon thy holy name Now doe I cry to heale my soule and trust thou hearst the same Such is thy mercy promised to them that doe relent O Lord that thou forgeuest such that faythfully repent Nothing oh God doth gréeue me more then doth my carelesse race Of wicked wilfull wretched workes I call to thée for grace For why my sinnes craue punishment and are as scarllet red And yet I trust for to be sau'd by Christes bloud that shed Looke downe with louing eyes oh Lord and heare my wofull cry Thy grace extend to guide my féete least I should wade awry O Lord my rude and carelesse life with wild and wilfull blade Now gréeueth me for conscience doth my soule in thée perswade FINIS MY dayes I sée are vayne on earth my time doth steale away My youth is past and age drawes neare my health doth still decay My lennow limmes grow dry stiffe my bones be full of payne My former pleasures workes me woe I chaunge to dust againe I not delite in mondane mucke nor in these pleasures vayne But in thy kingdome is my ioy where thou doest aye remaine Take heare my faithfull sacrifices of iust repenting heart In tyme of death deliuer Lord my soule from Sathans darts All honor glory be to thée and to thy onely sonne Who with the holy ghost be prayse thy will on earth be done FINIS AT LONDON PRINTED BY ROGER WARDE for Iohn Proctor are to be sold at his shop on Holborne bridge Anno 1589.
right Worshipfull Thomas Leigh of Adlington in the Countie of Chester Esquire To the note or tune of Domine ne in furore Psalme VI. THy mercie Lord my faith perswades although my sinnes be red How I shall be made frée to thée by Christes blood that's shed Of all my wandring wilfull dayes and rechlesse rudefull toyes My faithfull hope is for to mount to thee in lasting ioyes And as I wickedly did sinne I faithfully repent Such is thy mercie that I knowe my teares shall thée content Loe heare my teares the witnesse is my sin doth grieue me fore Estéeme O Lord my wofull plaintes I trust t'offend no more In thée my onely hope remaines on thée is all my stay Geue eare vnto my wofull cries when I shall passe away Haue minde vpon thy mercy Lord forget thy wrath and yre Erect my Spirite into thy blisse I humbly thée desire Els all my teares and grieuous plaintes returne without rewarde So shall I weare and wast in woe my cries shall not be heard Séeme not therefore to turne thy face accept my wofull suite Quit me from Sathans nets and snares his traps good Lord confute Vnto thy Maiesty O Lord I dedicate my selfe Yéeld I doe my soule to thee and leaue the world my wealth Accept thereof thou glorious God thus still on thée I crie Reuenge not Lord but mercie haue and neuer let me die All glory be vnto thy name and to thy onely sonne And to the holy Ghost with whom to vs thy kingdome come FINIS Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right worshipfull Lady the Ladie Marie Edgarton of Ridley in the Countie of Chester THe toyled minde and weary wit that study doth oppresse Nature mooueth many waies the same for to redresse Which caused me to leaue my booke my sences to reuiue And wandring walked heare and there the time away to driue High vp a hill with wearie steps the haughtie rockes I scal'd Among the which I heard a voice that sore my heart appald Among the shrubs I shrouded was where in a trance I sate Or els some drousie dreame it was that then and there I gate Erst was I neuer in the like for there me thought I sée An armed man with bloody blade with spéed approched ny His face as fierce as flames of fire his hands imbrewd in blood And like a Lion in his rage before me stamping stood Lo here quoth he my name is Mars that am the bloody God The gleids that glow within my breast bréeds mischéefe al abrode Kings and kingdomes by the ears I dayly vse to set Murther is the thing I craue and peace I still forget And now said he pull foorth thy pen and write my sayings all For presently a wonder great appeare before thée shall Se here quoth he Megera comes with crawling snaky haire Lo in the bosomes of the best she throwes them here and there Dost thou not sée what wrath she works that lurketh close in brest And doest not view what kingdomes I to mortall war haue drest The Messenger I am quoth he that Iupiter doth send to execute his wrath on such that doe his Grace offend In vttering of these words to me far of I did heholde How Spoile was cōming his mates with al the spéed they could Whereat the skrikes of innocents with wiues virgins cries And grieuous groues of murthered men did pierce the starry skies My flesh did tremble at the sight to sée the Flames of fire The rubbery both of rich and poore Distruction did desire And vgly monstrous Rauishment defilde both maid and wife The worldly Muckscraps for their goods did daily loose their life And then came desperation post to put the rest in feare And grudging Griefe and future foes cause many to dispaire Yea Hunger haunted armour bright with cheeks both pale lean And pierceth through the sturdy stéele and wrought a mortal pain Reuenge as gréedy as a gripe made hauocke where he came Distruction with his naked blade distroyed many a man Dearth was lodg'd in euery house and kept both land and seas And almost all both olde and young bewaild the wofull daies In all thys hurlyburly there Loue shrank his Neighbours all And charitie was chac'd away Pride slipt and had a fall Myrth in euery nooke did mourne and pleasure pained sore Tom Troth was sworne for to depart the place for euermore Enuiron'd round about was peace with bloody men of of war Of Charity obscured was the blazing lampe and star And Pestilence as fier red the stoutest caus'd to stoope That Lamentation wrang his handes the countrey round about Death was the last that laid on lurtch the finall end to make and for a brag his bloody dart about his head did shake quoth he behold these mischieue mates that on S. Mors attend Gainst whom no creature can preuale til I dispatth their end Great were the brags that Mars did make and fierce his fury was and sware an oth with present spéed all this should come to passe Then did he turne himselfe about and Albion Isle he thrate Which was of Mars no sooner said but forraine foes heard that Els had I slept a longer sléepe vpon that haughty hill But that the roring Cannons voice me thought was thūping stil And noyse of armed men was such that alfright I wakte Thus rashly rushing vp for feare from thence my way did take Refusing neither hedge nor ditch nor sparing thick nor thyn No step so foule my spéedy féete made spare to step within Thus runninng rashly in this race with panting brethles breath I rested by a pleasant poole fast by a litle heath Thus reuoluing with my selfe what were the best to doo Whether to tell this dreame or no sith dreames be call'd vntrue Which maz'd my mind with triple trance what way were best to take This dream for to reueile or els to dround in Lethea lake Of th'one and th'other being basht the likliest way to chuse At length thought good to pen my dreame in stéed of better newes Beséeching God to blesse this Isle from Mars and all his mates And graunt vs peace God saue our Quéene and al the noble states No other newes for this new yeare I can your worship tell But that I trust in spite of Mars that all things shall be well Beséeching God that sits to iudge to guyde your dayes in peace With health long life and ioyfull years and worship to increase FINIS Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Worshipful M. Peter Warberton of Arley in the Countie of Chester Esquire PRepare a place aboue the skies Where Angels rest in ioy Out of all mundane thoughts arise Which workes the soules annoy Of Time watch well the stealing steps Take heed of youth that age forgets All thinges haue time by power deuine And Time consumeth all She hath cut off the mightiest kinges And so the rest she shall Emperour King and Kaisar she
for Triton his pleasure to relate Whose trompet soundeth ouer in the seas For to declare such newes as Neptune please When Triton came and had his duetie done God Neptune bad him sound his trumpet vp And in the seas commaunds all creatures come That of the fomyng floudes did drinke or sup And tell Caribd and Silla I am here And doe commaunde them presently appeare Triton trudg'd and sounded Trumpet straight At voice wherof appeared great and small The Seas did mount of mightie monstrous height All liuing creatures attended on the VVhale A mightie muster I neuer saw the like It passeth all my skill the halfe for to indite When all assembled wearâ— before this God Triton sounded silence in paine of present death And then came Mercurie to charme them with his rod That none durst speake that time that beareth breath Thus silence made quoth Neptune now prepare My pleasure to fulfill that here my Subiectes are Said Neptune sith to you it's not vnknowen But that on Tellus all my floods do stay On whom I reape the fruites on earth that's sowen And doe maintaine my state both night and day He sends me word that Vipers are abord That would destroy th'annointed of the Lord. Which Ladies vertue mooueth all the Gods As Iupiter himselfe for to defend the skies And to prepare for all her foes such rods As Iustice can by any law deuise So that her Foes on earth cannot escape Mark now said Neptune what I will debate Then for Eolus Triton sound his Trump VVho presently did personally appeare who was vpon the sodaine in a dump Till Neptune tolde him softly in his eare VVhich when he knew what was the cause in déed He willingly with Neptune did procéede And then said Neptune I charge my furious Flouds To swell and rage vp toward the cloudie skies VVith gréedy Iawes deuoure vp their bloods That harme against her noble state deuise To thée Caribdis and Sylla thus I will That night and day their ships and them you spill Then said Eolus with a blustering blast I for my part shal make their course but short I will breake Anker Cable and also Mast So that destruction shall acquite their sport But whom said Eolus that it pleaseth you I'le blowe his sailes the Traitors to pursue And as this word Eolus mouth had past God Neptune musing whom to choose therefore The mightie Iupiter sendeth with a blast A faithfull Foule for seas none like of yore A Drake adrest to passe through euery storme To swim the flouds this Virgins foes to charme Then stept out Nature that secretly lay hid And did auouch the choice was by her made And Mars himselfe to take the charge did bid And there withall did giue this Drake his blade And Neptune bad him welcome to the Seas Eolus promist him to blow hys sayles alwayes And when this valiaunt Drake receiued charge And to the purpose as before I sed And his commission reachyng wide and large Me thought some foes farre of hoist sailes and fled An other sorte to Crikes began to flye Because they knew they had deserued to dye But Drake not dreading layde to his brest to swym The fomyng flouds to search for forrain foes The Gods in all exploits were still with him And Eolus in his sayles a luckie blast still blowes No foe he feares though he can Spanish speake He venters if they byde their force to breake And as I kend him farre as eyes could scry And all his faithfull followers at that tyme A warlike Winter appeared in the sky Yet Phebus frendly did vpon them shine Eolus Furbisher was ready for to scower The Spanish cloud that mischief meant to power And séeing a sight my eyes began to tyre With flouds so furious and eke so many sayle Streightwayes I heard and saw such gunnes on fire The tremblyng earth my féete began to fayl The skies were dimd the Seas of fire flamd As though this word Rise Deadmen had bene nam'd Foes fled that could some sanke into the Seas The rest prisoners that crau'd of Drake their life An other sorte sought boggs and woods for ease Thus Neptunes Drake by force doth stinte their strife The Gods of this Drake doe make such a treasure That Sancta Dominga he had at his pleasure Thus fire and smoke dasht Drake out of my sight But that I heard for ioye the Sireus sing And that I had a glimring of some light Els of this Drake no other newes I bring But surely the Gods the helme doo hold Where Drake doth swym what néedeth more be told Then turnde I backe this garden for to view For Morpheus twitcht me sharply by the eare And sayd it's best thy charge to looke vnto And with thy pen let diligence appeare Now shalt thou sée quoth he a happy sight And comfort that among the poore doth light Whereat I ready for to view the same A number infinite did presently behold That did reioyce to heare of vipers tane That sought such mischief as before I told With singing ringing and clapping handes they sayd God saue our Noble Quéene our mother and a mayd The younglinges leape like lambes vpon the leyes The lame reioyst and laught to heare the newes The poore ploughmen vnyokt and present playes The traueller his iorney doth refuse And all with chearefull voyce did sing and pray God saue our Noble Quéene Elizabeth alway The prayers of the poore did pearce the skyes The ioy of the people spread ouer all the earth The vertues of the virgin throughout all kingdomes flyes For all her faithfull subiectes vnfainedly made mirth Poore clout-shooes gate their clubs and willingly attend To wreke there mistres cause both life and good will spend The noyse whereof so sounded in the ayre And with the roring cannons on the sea That heauen and earth in euery part might heare How nigh soeuer or els how farre away The thumping of the same so frighted me That on the mount I wakened where I ley My limmes be numde as cold as any stone And Phoebus bathing in the Occident floud I could not stand when as I would haue gone My ioynts were frosen congeled was my bloud Dismounting thus the hill I did retyre To maister Leigh of Ridge a Gentle Squyre To whom I told my Dreame both more and lesse From first vnto the last in eche degrée Who wiâ—hed me my pen for to adresse To set it downe that all the world might sée God saue the Quéene said he the Eagle and Noble hound And all that traytors be almightie God confound Amen quoth I and he that would not so I wish he were the first to féele deserued woe FINIS The Godesse chast that Dian hath to name Is much abus'd by vermin that deuoure In forrest park and chace her galland Game Is vexed sore and daungered euery houre Which causeth her to send for sure Hounds To hunt the wolues out of her Stately Grounds WHen as Aurora with rudie chéekes prepard
the sunne FINIS Vpon Maister Ieffray Shackcarley Esquyre IN Fortunes frendship watch her chaunging face Els sodenly she may dismount the best For those that most doe stand within her grace From age to age haue cause to trust her least A prooffe too playne looke whom she luls in lap You see at length she spoyles with some mishap She setteth some on throne of stately seat Higher then the rest on golden mounts to vaunt And yet at last proues but a poysoned bayt Compounde with guile the worldlings to inchaunt Know this of Fortune where she séemes to smile Custome there doth teach her worke a wyle And those that in her flouds boyse sayles the harte Reuenging still themselues vpon their foes Loe sodenly there 〈◊〉 fall is next Entrapt with snares that workes most wofull woes You â—â—e that Fortune faileth none but such As in these dayes doe trust her ouer much FINIS Lenuoy When raging flouds of surging seas be hert And Boreas blastes against the rocks doth rush The present fall by Nature is the next And quiet calmes remaines in euery bush So likewise such as Fortune fauoreth most By her displeasure sodenly is lost FINIS Verses penned vpon the Ethimologie of the name of the right vvorshipful Lady The Lady Iulian Holcraft of the Vale Royall THe golden trump that Fame doth sound Proclaimes to euery eare Where vertue is for to be found By workes it doth appeare As gold commends the precious stone So worship showes her selfe alone As Phoebus doth excéede a starre So gentlenes doth show How can Dame Fortune mount more harre Then place her darlings so Enuie nor spite can not preuayle Where vertue vaunts with grace Old auncient wrath of force shall faile And vices shall geue place Where worship worthily shall show There iust report the Fame shall blow And euery eare such newes shall heare As due desert doth craue Loe Ladyes all behold you shall Who ought most honor haue A Dame well deckt with modestie As worship doth behoue And garmentes lynde with lenitie When patience list to proue With stomachers of pure pitie And head geare that is wise and wittie And liberall myndes all people binds To honor such 〈◊〉 hart Doe thus and then the harts of men You win in euery part In stormes when wisedome is the cloake No blast can blemish such This is the way for to prouoke Your Fame the skyes to touch Vnto the poore sâ—â—etch out your hands God shall your store increase and lands Loue them that plainly tels you true And banish golden speach Pick thankes mischief dayly brew And all mens harts they sigh Yeld not vnto a cruell foe Where truth is on your side And warely watch a friend to know That stedfastly will byde And where you may reuenge in déede Let mercy presently procéede Nothing doth please the Lord alwayes So much as mercy still For mercy binds all noble myndes To saue and not to spil Haue mynde that all that is begun Must haue an ende at last The end no King nor Prince can shunne Sith Time all thinges will wast Of Time her trade you sée it still Time buildeth all and giues the fall To all things quicke and dead The lucky life is to be wisht The end is to be dread Lo here the fruits of vertues rare That in one lady is Conceiue the same and straight prepare For worship teacheth this Remember where is courtesie That riseth of gentilitie Of mercie grace and charitie Comes blessings of the Lord. For if these want assuredly They still remaine abhorr'd Beholde how vertue beares the keyes That vnto blisse doth lead A Lady liuing at these daies Whose worship Fame doth spread Her name I will not now expresse Sith iust report doth all confesse But as I prooued so I praise And will doe till I die Her liberall hand her heart bewraies Aboue the starrie skie God blesse her still from time to time From dangers woe and paine That she in worship still may shine And long in health remaine And God protect her noble birth Long for to liue in ioy and mirth And that their honors may increase As sand vpon the Sea And this to pray I will not cease But call on God God alwaies FINIS The last Dreame that Morpheus did showe vnto the Author vvas of a Lambe that appeared vnto him and seemed as though he spake for the Time by the prouidence of the Gods as follovveth LAst at my booke in studie where I sate My wits worne weak my sence was grose and lame A drosie dump began to pierce my pate That in mine eie a sléepe began to frame Which when I spied yet reason bad me rise And sluggish sléepe alwaies for to dispise To shun that sloothfull vice my hauke I tooke I calde my Spannels and to the field I went A flight to finde both brake and bush I shooke till too and fro thrée howers full were spent Thus wandring long my Spannels found of game And I made hast with spéede to flie the same The Partridge sprang my hauke fled from my fist With open Iawes my Spanniels cried the game With spéedy foote no hedge nor ditch I mist Through thicke and thin I ran to sée the same But out of sight both hauke and Partridge flew Till I by following into a Desert drew And being thus in vncouth place not knowen Both Hawke and Spanneils lost and from me fled And I with toylling trauell ouerthrowen Dame Nature came and thus vnto me sayd Preserue thy selfe quoth she thy hawke is gone And take some rest for other helpe is none To whom I did obey and downe I sat Vpon a bancke and leaned to a thorne And rested there till Morpheus hit my pat With his drowsie mace said to me in scorne Well met Faukoner what haue you kild to day Cho ho hath croken bill her maister left astray Let Hawkes and Spanels packe and follow me Quoth he for now thou shalt in déede attend Although thou meant gainst duetie from me flée I pardon thée although thou did offend So many times though I haue troubled thée This is the last I promise faithfully Thus like a lump or clod of clay I was For why my vitall sprite with Morpheus went For to behold what he would bring to passe With weary stips to wait I was content Til at the last a Lambe did vs approche Who did thys sentence brauely to vs broch Que brantare lafe es causa muy fea Which wordes made me no little for to muse To heare a Lambe in language strange to say Those that breake saith do all the Gods abuse And are detected at the latter day Then sayd this Lambe sith Robinson is here Before he passe some wisdome shall he leare Wel said my Lambe quoth Morpheus let vs heare Some sayings graue out off Experience schoole Sith thou his Scholler learned many a yeare And hath bene Vsher for to sée good rule I pray thée now vnto my Clearke declare The