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A09583	A commemoration of the right noble and vertuous ladye, Margrit Duglasis good grace, Countis of Lennox daughter to the renowmed and most excellent Princesse Margrit, Queene of Scotland, espowsed to King Iames the fourth, of that name ... wherin is rehearsed hir godly life, her constancy and perfit pacience, in time of infortune her godly end, [and] last farewel, taken of al noble estates at the howre of her death. The ninth day of March. 1577. At her house of Hackney in the countie of Midlesex: and now lyeth enterred the thyrd of April, in the chappel of King Henry the seauenth her worthy grandfather. 1578. And anno. 20. of our soueraigne lady Quéene Elizabeth, by Gods permission of England, Fraunce and Irelande Quéene, [and]c.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1578 (1578)	STC 19864; ESTC S110448	15,671	36

Elizabethes good grace And eldest Daughter was as is well knowne Unto a perelesse Prince of royall race whose worthy facts through out the world was blown ▪ Of England he atteind the kingly throane Edward the fourth euen so was clypt his name And Henry the seauenth espowsd this noble dame The knot thus knit to Brittains lasting ioy ▪ The house of Yorke and Lancaster was one Where discord erst did commons hartes anoy Loue now had place and they smale cause to mo●● A blast of blisse in euery place was blowne For perfit peace whyrld enuy headlong downe ●h●̄ that these states enioyed the regall Croune Though rebelles radge did kindle oft the brand Of dyre debate ye mortall wars and strife Yet did this Prince with his out stretched hand Prepare to daunt his ●oes with bloudy knife As iust he was so mercy was as rife To all his actes God ga●e so good increase That by his meane England possessed peace In wedlockes right to make the commons faine God on the earth did multiply his séede He by his Queene ●ight Children did obtaine which did his ioyes and subiects heape indéede His eldest Sonne that should the crowne succeede He did conioyne in wedlock this is plaine ▪ With Kathren Daughter to the king of Spaine Who with her in that holy sacred state Not full sixe monthes enioyed vitall breath Amydst his blysse Ioue did cut short his fate And in his youth hi● body brought to earth ▪ When time is come death waies not bloud nor birth He strikes aswel the Prince that wer● y crown As he doth tach the begger and the clown No gi●tes of goulde no houldes nor yearely ●ée Can cause him staye when God commaundes to strike He feares no state he spares no high degree The ritch and poore to him are all alike He doubtes not he the Champions push of picke ▪ The strong and weake he makes full soone to bende It s vaine alas with death for to contende The Prince cut off by d●nt of death thus wise The Duke of Yorke that noble Henry hight Whose ●ame Report beares to the orient skies Proclamed was of Wales the Prince by right Though the fyrst Sonne were reft the Fathers ●●ght The second did King Henryes ioyes increase Whose praise to vaunt the commons neuer cease My noble Mother then Margrit clipte by name His eldest Daughter much he did delight He sought hir wealth and high renowne ●o frame And vnto Iames the fourth did her behight Who ware the crowne of Scotland as his right And she to him was spowse and crowned Queene Such care for peace was in my Grandsire séene And for myne Aunt the Lady Maries grace His hart was bent beningly to prouide Twixt Christian Realmes he sought sound loue to place The fruites whereof myght discord thrust aside Fyue of his Children here before him dide And with the last my Grandams daies did ende And after soone the King to death did bende Thus tyme worne out there can remaine no staye For sicknesse health efte soones we sée doth wound It strength consumes and beauty weares away And last comes death to driue vs to the ground From earth we came and earth a meane hath found To clame her own from whome when death hath don● No meane is left for vs to start or ronne No Potenstate no Caiser no Prince nor King No Duke no Marquis earle nor Lorde be bould Of dreadfull death san scape the bitter sting When God appoyntes all flesh must turne to mould He strickes the young he tames the aged ould The Misers m●cke can not his life prolong When God decrees death forth to stricke must throung The wise mans skill nor cunning cannot s●r●e When death doth come his sauegarde to procur● He from the heastes of Ioue will no time swarue The foole and wise of death may be most sure Then worldly wightes whilst here you do indure Know life to death is subiect euery hower Whose stroake to ●●un no creature hath the power Henry the seauenth his Quéene and children fyue Resining life as her by me is toulde Henry the eyght as king remaind aliue Whose praise of right ought for to be enroulde And regestred by Fame in letters writ of goulde That all estates may know and vnderstand How nobly he did gouerne this land Quéene Margrit my mother did then remaine In Skotland with the king Iames clipt by name But the Lady Marie I must be plaine Aboode with the eight Henry of fame He sought of her estate the wealth for to frame ▪ And minding each tide her name to aduaunce He maried his sister to the king of Fraunce The spowsals solempnist with ioy and with glée In Parris mine Aaunt was crowned the Quéene But king Iamy the fourth did soone decree To enuy king Henry as well it is séene The read Roase that flourished with leaues full gréene He sought to extirpe and pluck vp by roote But soone his vaine hoape was trod vnder foote The Quéene my mother of curte●●e flower Would oft on hyr knées perswade with his grace To stay from his purpose and leuye no power The borders of Brittane to spoyle and deface She could not preuaile he would follow the chase His stomack found sturdy would nothing relent ▪ He rainged all heedlesse to pine and to detriment Thus reason made subiect vnto his wil He sought to enlarge his pine and his paine But a prince to be ruled by his owne skill ●an not secure nor safe long time remaine All goeth to wrack where men good counsell disdainde Raishnesse bringes peril and daunger ten fould But wisedome makes Princes alwaies extould To great was the follye of king Iames be you sure Whose arrogant hart and asspiring minde His spoile and decay in time did procure So list ambition his sences make blind To Henry the eight he waxed vnkinde And sought the seedes of discorde dire to sowe UUhere frendship and faith of right ought to growe ▪ His furie increasing an ●oast he prepared Hi● rage founde restles reuenge did desyre Yet when he thought least with thrall he was snared And supt vp the dregs of his conceiued yre Presumption reuenge doth alwaies require The greater the gilt the scourge sharper found For Iustice the vniust whirles still to the ground My Uncle King Henry the eight of that name Beholding of Iames the surquedie and pride Assembled his power this Prince for to ta●●e Whose folly a rod for him selfe did prouide At Bramstome this battell should manly be tryde In which as God would king Iamy was slaine His Army dispersest and Skots put to pain● ▪ Lo this was the fine of this abusion Here enuye was plauged according desert His vnkind dealing wrought his confusion His to fond bowldnesse through pearced his ●art Temeritie was cause of his spoyle and his smart His guerdon was death and losse of renowne For God the proud hart doth dayly cast downe The Quéene my Mother then hearing these newes The kings infortune

wise theyr Regent made dye ▪ Faith was forsaken and nothing set by Thus treason bereft me of my Sonne and mate So froward ly●t Lachas twist on my fate O people most peruerse stubborne and ill O Rebels ruthlesse and falsely forsworne What ment ye my Sonne and husband to kill Would God I wish it ye had neuer béene borne The death of your king first made me to mourne The spoyle of your regent my cares makes duble Woe worth you Rebels cheefe cause of my trouble To heauen I appeale in this mortall lyfe For these great iniuries vnto me done To you that skorne peace and glory in strife Gods vengaunce in tyme no doubt wyll be wone Through Europ de●ame sée that thou do rone To publish the actes of these Skots vntrew That theyr king and Regent thus did subdew Thinke you good Ladyes care cut not my hart Thinke you that these paines ransackt not my brest These murthers God knowes enlarged my smart And made me to waile when I should take rest In bed and at boorde my plaintes were exprest My sobs like larums to heauen I vp sent But patience perforce bad me be content At Hackney with me Lord Charles did abyde And wedded he was to a Lady full deare By whome God for my comfort lyst to prouide Young tender infant my hart for to cheare Arbella was named the young Lady fayre But death from me reft her Father my Sonne Whose losse to lament with teares I begonne Thus Fortune still bent my ioyes to diminish In this mortal lyfe my cares did augment But shortly after my turmoyles to finishe Sicknesse to tach me by Gods will was sent To whome for to yéelde me I was content On God I did build my fayth was most true Whose ayde I required my flesh to subdue Heauen was my hoape this world I did hate Swéete Christ was the Rock on whome I did gro●●d His death was sufficient I knew to abate His Fathers displeasure and cure the wound That Sathan through sinne to make in man found By his illusion the meane and high way To spoyl● vs of blysse and worke our decay But Iust was our God I cannot denye Condemned we were for Adames offence I know as iustice did lot vs to dye So mercy most milde should be our defence The séede of the woman a gem of excellence Was graunted of loue the Serpent to foyle Us to reuine that sinne sought to spoyle Which séede was swéete Christ the Sonne of God sure Who did for our sakes his essence imbace His conseption was holy his byrth most pure Such was the working of God by his grace Gods sacred spirit considering our ●ase Did light on a Uirgin by his diuine power Of whome was begotten Christ our sweet flower Flesh of her substaunce I knowe he did take And for our sakes he became perfect man Sinne onely except and thus for to make Our attonement with God of loue he began He quailed the boast and power of Sathan But as he was man marke well what I saye He was also God beléeue me ye maye For from his humanitie this thing is trew His Godhead diuine was not inseperate Christ God and man our welfare did renew From death by his death the trueth to relate He throughly beholding our wretched estate ●●ducst vs from death and brought vs from hell God graunt that in him we faythfull may dwell For he it is sure that hath done vs good Not for deserts but of loue by his grace Our sinnes are remitted in his déerest blood Our guile is forgotten and we in good case If firmely our hoape in heauen we do place If we on Christ builde and settle our trust His merites are ours he will make vs iust In health and in sicknesse I this did beléeue And euen tyll that death did finish my dayes No paine nor yet Crosse could my fayth reméeue For Christ my sweete Lorde his name I did praise Then learne God Ladyes to follow my wayes Hoape still for heauen this world is but vaine Let Christ your comfort in your hartes remaine And vnto your Quéene be trusty and kinde Her statutes and lawes obserue and obay Her bounty I wish you to bear still in minde For whose secure state to God do you pray Whose presence God sende you to the last day Then Brittaine shall prosper and florish with fame ▪ That so it may be saye amen to the same My sicknesse increasing my strength gan to fayle No Phisick could serue my health to restore For death against lyfe began to preuaile Such is the state of the ritch and the poore Learne to be reddy good Ladyes therefore Let fayth be your shielde with sinne for to striue Then lyfe euerlasting you shall atchieue In charity and loue my lyfe long I lead The pooreaas my guestes I dayly did féede But fayth h●th my ioyes in Iesus Christ bréede Who to his flocke doth watch and take héede He was my comfort in dainger and néede From death and decay the Lambe set me frée So great was his bounty showne vnto mée At Heackney to death my lyfe did I bende My soule to my Christ I ther did commit My body to clay did ioyfully wende Where it remaines tyll God thinke it fit My body and soule together to knit Where and in which time before the Iudge iust ▪ I shall be sanctified such is my trust And thus good Ladyes farewell and adew My race is full run my trauels haue ende As death in this lyfe my lyfe did subdew So death vnto you his footesteps will bende Regarde my sayinges thinke you on your freende For as I am gon beleeue me you maye You needes must follow your sustaunce is clay ▪ Dixi. FINIS Yours at commaunde in the Lord Iohn Phyllips Prince Arth●r weded to Kat●●en daughter to Fardinando king of Spaine Iames the fift Sonne and heire to kinge Iames the fourth Iames the fifte brother to the noble lady Margar●t Duglas The Lady Maries grace and 〈…〉 〈…〉 A contract betwixt 〈◊〉 Lady Margar●t Duglasis grace and Lord Thomas Howard youngest sonne to the Duke of norfolke who were therefore sent to th● Tower. ‡ The lord Thomas did fynish his life in 〈◊〉 tower * The lady Margari●s grace pardoned and restored to the Kinges fauour The earle Lennox espoused to the Ladye Margarit Duglasis grace Henrye Lorde Darley and Charles left aliue King Edward the sixt Cosen 〈◊〉 to the noble Ladye Margarit Duglasi● good grace Henry the Lord darley went from England and was maried to Marye Quee●e of Scotlād by whome he had a son which Queene Elizabeth of england Fraunce Ireland Queene the King● of Fraunce did baptise his name Charle Iames A Cauiate for Princes and noble estates by the spoile of Caesar to 〈◊〉 hate smoothe tongues that by the meanes of their fayned slatteries seeke the spoile of Princes depoti●lation of countryes ‡ Henry Kinge of Scots 〈…〉 Bodwell 〈…〉 ●●aughter The Earle Lennox Regent of Scotland ment to hould a Parlament at starling Hambletouns treacherous treas●n ▪ Th erle Lenox Regent of scotland most traiterouslye slai●e in the Towne of Sterling with apistole Lorde Charles maried to the daughter of the lady Sentlowe nowe Countise of Sherisbury who diseased at hacnye by whō he had the Ladye Arbella ¶ Imprinted at London by Iohn Charlewood dwelling in Barbycan at the signe of the halfe Eagle and Key

did greatly lament She mourned that ●he did counsell refuse And with his estate would not be content But such is the ende of those that be bent To per seuer in pride mischiefe and ill Shame is the reward of foolish fond will. In Skotland my carefull Quéene mother I leaue To take the garde of king Iames her young sonne And to Fraunce my tale tendes ye may perceiue With the Quéene mine Aunt I haue not yet donne The thread of life that Lachasis ●ad sponne Atropos prest forth in sunder to share Of her husband the king to dye we borne are All flesh is grasse and doth wither away Euen as the flower that doth partch with the sunne No Phisick can serue our lyues for to staye When the clockes past and the hower full runne By death to all ●ortes Gods will must be donne But how or when no mortall man doth knowe Ne yet in what sorte death will bring him lowe Some by long sicknesse theyr lyues do resigne Some with the sworde are constrained to dye And some by famine to earth do incline And some in the floudes déepe drentched do lye Some by the lawes from death cannot flye Subiect to miseries we are on the earth And certaine to dye euen from our fyrst byrth No charter of life is graunted to man Our time is but short our dayes are not long Our substaunce is d●ath and do what we can To earth we shall tourne be we neuer so strong Let vs not thinke then that death doth vs wrong When or in what sort he shall vs arest No let vs be ready to welcome this guest Consider that time runnes on without stay If he once passe by he will not turne back And as the time fades mans dayes weare away For the Web of this lyfe runnes still vnto wrack In time keepe watch then least death the house sack For such as liue carelesse glorying in sinne Séeke to themselues distruction to winne Quéene Mary mine Aunt a widdowe now left And so was my Mother of Skotland the Quéene Theyr Princes by death both from them bereft A cause of care in each of them was seene Myne Unckle king Henry whose fame lasteth gréene Did comfort them both in their great distresse As one well content theyr cares to redresse Quéene Mary myne Aunt his sister moast deare He sent for agen to come into England And wedded she was to a noble Piere Of Sulfolcke the Duke named Charles Brandon To him she byhight her hart and her hande And God on the earth theyr seede did increase Who gaue them prosperity plenty and peace My Mother in Skotland v●knowen to the king Did enter the knot of wedlocke againe With Lord Archimball Duglas co●sider this thing Of Angus the Earle as knowne it is plaine Unruly the Skotes as then did remaine For which cause the Queene to England her tooke And Sotland awhile she left and forsooke The king her brother of loue moast intire At Harbo●ell Castell her harbour appointed Where and in which place sith to know ye desyre I was borne of my mother a Queene anointed And at the fountstoone as the Prince appoynted Margrit I was clipt this is most true As you that list search in Cronacles may view In youth I was trained to vertue and grace In age I hild that in youth I did learne In fayth and Gods feare I ran on my race Obedience and trueth I helde as chiefe sterne ▪ No lightnesse in me could any discerne My hart and my hand to do good was bent And wisedome to learne I was well content But such is the time and date of our dayes That lyfe cannot last as flesh doth require Though pleasure doth graunt to garnish our wayes And Fortune accorde to content our desyre Yet when we thinke least to death we are nyere Our musick hath ende our pleasure doth fade Our pomp as nothing in moment is made Our eyes that delight the courser to view 〈◊〉 dazled of trueth in taking abreth Though knightes at the tylt our ioyes do renew Yet both we and they shall turne vnto earth 〈…〉 Captaine can once conquer death ●e ●eares no armour nor yet bar●ed steede 〈…〉 to death belongeth indeede 〈…〉 nor coastly attyre 〈◊〉 moast ritch nor Iewels worthy price 〈◊〉 mountaines of gould may death no time ●yre No ●eau●y to saue you can him once intice 〈…〉 after vertue learne to loath vice 〈…〉 though death cut all degrées downe 〈◊〉 ma●ger the graue purchace renowne My mother the Quéene king Iamies true wife A Ruler of Skotland from death could not flye Qu●●ne Mary of Fraunce myne Aunt lost her lyfe You see death doth kingdomes and Monarkes defy He will not be parciall no state he sets by The'●le Angus my Father did bow to the ground And so did my brother the king of Skots cround My parents bereft me and also myne Aunt My brother and kinsfolke to myne anoy Yet list myne Unckle the eight Henry graunt A meane distressed to bring me to ioy To call me to Court his grace was not coy With Maries good grace his daughter by right My roome to alot his highnesse did delyght And after in tyme when God did decrée Elizabeths grace to the world to bring Myne Unckle her Father so tendered me That with her in the Court I had my 〈…〉 So déerely loued me Henry the eight King 〈◊〉 bounty and kindnesse I may not forget 〈…〉 me his Nece so greatly did set In Court I was lyked and loued of all At vertue I laboured ●ill for to ame To loosenesse of ly●e I was neuer found thrall My wordes on wisedome I sought for to frame By meanes whereof I purchased fame But when I thought leste to griefe I was ●hrall From reason by loue to soone I did fall Unknowen to the king my Unckle most deare My fayth to Lorde Thomas Howard I plight Most trusty to me his troath did appeare But fortune her fawning list chaunge vnto spyght Our loue she red●●st into the kings sight Who ●or our offence to the Tower vs sent Where much our infortunes we both did lament I mourned that I by Phansie was led And yet from my loue I could not recoyle The Princes dispeasure my cause of care bred But trew loue sought still my dolors to foyle But loue of my loue prepared the spoyle And he in the Tower did finishe his lyfe To whome by contract I had vowed my selfe wife His death with my teares I did often lament Myne Unckles displeasure did grieue me as mutch Yet Patience gaue charge I should be content She in my distresse with hoape did me tutch And though fortune did against my blisse grutch Yet hoape at the last her hate did restraine And to the kinges fauour did bring me againe My faulte he remitted and tooke me to grace My bondage was past my hoape fréedome won Yet when of my Lorde I constred the case And how for my loue his lyfe was vndon