and play most filthy prankeâ— They sharpe the sword that sheads the guiltles bloud They least deserue and alwaies gets most thankes They feed the stream that breaks the mighty banks They are the sheares that marrs the garment quite They haue the tongs that spares no speach nor spite They are the Babes still dandled on the knee And those are they rootes vp the soundest tree If fawners ded the house of mighty men And 〈◊〉 folke would frowne on fawning curres Deceipt should shunne the noble houses then And veluet wéedes should shake off cleaning burres But stirring stéedes are prickt that néeds no spurres Thâ—â— Palfray flings and flounceth out of frame That els of kinde were curteous meeke and tame A iombling iob doth strike the bowle awry Which of himselfe would close on bias lie For noble bloud must needs haue noble minde And fâ—ie the gate of fawcon gentle milde And sure it is against their noble kinde To play the Kite and cruell Coistrelâ— wilde Till tatlers come with tongues full finely filde And change their moodes and marre their manners cleane They skarce doe knowe what cankred hate doth meane But when from best to worst the good are wrought By busie braines all sortes of sleights are sought Then burnes the brest as hot as Ethna hill And rage beares rule where reason dwelt before The hasty head is swift to slay and kill The hauty heart hurds vp much hate in store The altred minde doth make the mischiefe more The kindled coales doth creepe in straw so farre That quarrels rise and peace is turnd to warre One haleth backe another drawes aside And weakest bones must needes the brunt abide As I aspierd by vertue and desarte And was by Prince cald vnto credite still So some by sleight did séeke to sucke my heart And of my bloud did thirst to drinke their fill They sought to stop the Water from the mill And turne the whéele and all the ioints awry Loe heare how cloase the swelling Serpents lie Loe how they cast their venome as they may And marke what hate they gaine that beareth sway For that I grew full great with Robert Vear A Noble man full wise and mighty both And had the guide of good Prince Edwards ear To show therein my duety faith and troth Great mallice rose as grudging daily groth Twéene many men that cannot rule their rage Almighty Duke there was well stept in age That sought to reape the corne that I had sowne And could not rest till I was quite orethrowne My roulmes and rule and things that I had gote My gaine my wealth and glory as it grew Was in his eie so bigge a mighty mote That loe this Duke my plague did still pursue UUith open mouth he so the bellows blue That sparkes of fire as thick flew in my face As in the sunne the gnatts do flie at chace Or as the ball rebounds at euerie stroke So lo his words did smore mée vp in smoke The dreadfull Duke did driue a wondrous drift To worke his will with slipperie sleight of hand And sought to giue king Richards friends a lift For whom he did prepare a secret band Whose bold attempts did trouble all this land But few could find the darnell in the corne Or iudge aright the rose from pricking thorne So close in cloud was clokte their cunning art That none could know who plaide the Foxes part This Duke did rayse a brute the king would haue A fare most straunge of all the realme throughout And to the Lords and Commons councell gaue Against the king to stand both stiffe and stout This practise proude was patcht with many a clout Heere did the wolfe lead silly lambes amisse And suckt their bloud as woluish manner is Heere traytrous tricks and treble trothlesse traynes In subiects brests beganne to spreade their vaynes The Duke of Yorke and diuers noble Péeres Forsooke the king and held with this vprore By which great strife was sowne in sundry Shieres And corzies rose that made a running sore Bigge viles brast out where flesh was sound before And though some time the Surgeon salue did find To heale the wound the skarre remaynde behind A common plague doth creepe along the Realme As skulls of fish swimmes vp and down the streame The greatest townes and Citties of most name As London Yorke and many mo beside These Dukes did drawe with folly out of frame And made some striue against both streame and tide Where banks be broke the water cannot bide Where flouds flooe out the fish doe â—ollow fast And then too late to call againe is past The Swallow flies no swifter vnder winge Then mens deuice that do forsake a King For fayth once staynde séekes straight for starting holes As Prisners do that hath their promise broke The seames once ript of shue farewell the soles The Oxe set frée will séeke to shunne the yoke The chimney bruste the house is full of smoke The fleuce drawne vp downe driues the dregs and all The strongest tript the weakest néeds must fall There is no stay to holde meane people in When might with mayne the mischiefe doth begin The Lords alledgd the King was gouernd still By such as came from base and poore estate And sayde he should no longer haue his will By which bolde speach there grew so great debate The land was bent on murther ruyne and hate Now seuerall waies from hiue flue out the Bées Now tempests came and tare vp mightie trees Now traytors flockt and fell to factions straunge Whose fickle mindes still gaped for a chaunge O Uipers broode and bloodie bosome snakes O Butchers curres that would your maister byte O Helhoundes rude of Plutos lothsome Lakes O cursed crue more cruell then the Kyte O cankred hartes so fraught with frowarde spite O Tygers wilde O monstruous men most vile Where was your loue and duty all this while How durst you speake so stoutly to his face To whom of right the stoutest ought giue place Among brute beasts that sauage are and wilde The Lion raignes and rules with regall power And so great birds stoupes downe like little childe To fathers becke if Eagle doth but lowre Than on a king dare people looke so sowre That they will force their soueraigne past their reach No scholler ought his learned tutor teach No member dare presume to rule the head None raignes rules but kings when all is sed Note how they shrinke that shapes to giue a shocke Against a king and marke how traytors spéede Note how their heads do tumble off the blocke That with vaine hope doe peoples humors féede And note from whence doth princes power procéede And note withall how farre doth stretch his fame And faulters quake that doe but heare his name For at the brunt say héere a king doth come Home run poor knaues down they fling the drome Harke how this Duke whereof I spake before By three estates vnto accompt did call Their
mourning chéere to part from them God knowes For children finde small comfort héere when hence the mother goes If God moue not the Princes minde to pittie their estate Now as the Ladie did at large about her Babes debate Uppon her déere bought iewell than shée cast her onely thought Yea for whose sake and great good will shee was in trouble brought And pausing on this matter through a heauie sigh she gaue O good sir Knight sayd shee to one a thing of you I craue Commend me to my worthy friend and bid him comfort take And hope in God and Princes grace though I doe world forsake He may doe well and freedome get but mée hee shall not méete Till from the caue of pampred flesh departes his groning spréete Whiles life I had I honoured him and safely kept my vow As life did bind mee his in all so death doth loose mée now From him and all my worldly ioyes but though my friend I leaue On high where dwells a greater freind if hope not mée deceauâ— I trust to sée his babes and him and though much griefe it is To leaue them heere in bitter bale yet note I goe to blisse Where is no mind of combrous cares nor cause of sorrow knowne O tell him that aboue I hope these stormes shall be ore blowne And as a scroule is â—apped vp yea so shall all thinges héere When soule shall be immortall made vnto our view appeere No sooner of the soule shée spoke but sodaine chaunge beganne In lookes and limmes of deadly showâ— with colour pale and wan The eyes did stare the bodie stretch the strength and force did faile The teeth they chattered in the Cheekes the handes did quake and quayle The mouth did some the head did shake the flesh it quiuered fast The feet waxt cold the face did sweate full swift the pulses past The heart did heaue and beat in breast the breath like earth did sent At eares and nose the stiffled Ghost and vitall life sought vent Though gasping breath brought passioÌ„s on and gripâ— hâ—r heart full hard Yet showd she through those sharpe assaults to â—rend a great regard And calling for a boâ—e of Kinges among them chose shee one In which was set by cunning Art a rich and precious stone Hold carrie this quoth shee good Sir to my deere noble Knight He can remember what that stone presents vnto his sight The other token that I send it is a waightie ring Best likt and dearest bought God wot of any earthly thing And when you shall giue him this gift desire him well to minde The little Impes the pretty soules the babes I leaue behinde And bid him bring them vp in feare of God and Prince I saie Lâ—e that is all I doe require of him my dying daie I haue no gold to send my Babes but blessing I them giue Which God confirme with grace good storâ— as long as they shall liue O yet there is another ring which loe my lone must sée Where is my picture death I meane and tell my friend from mee That I as colde and sencelesse too shall be in little space As is that shaddow dum and deaffe and spritelesse shape of face This done shée turnde her head aside and bad them all farewell Twere good quoth shee in signe of death I heard the passing bell For such as liue may pray the while and know when bell doth toule Into the bowells of the earth the bodie parts from soule Yet meete they shall when trumpet sounds and that the dead arise And both together shall ascende I hope to starrie skies With this beganne the battell fierce betwéene her life and death Like Ghost shée lay whiles heart did grone and mouth gepte wide for breath Then sayd shee Lord into thy handes I doe commend my spréeâ— And so her selfe closde vp her eyes and hid her head in sheet And went awaie like infant young cleane voyde of storme or rage Or like a bodie falls a sléepe that cannot speake for age Thus breathlesse lay this Lady now like weightie lump of clay That earst had life and feeling force and past like floure away But when the newes of this was brought vnto her Playffeers eares With roaring voyce and blubbred eyes there gushed out such teares That witnest well with outward signes what woe heâ— felt within And truely tolde when shée did ende his delour did beginne Be rest of sleepe and robde of rest hée romed vp and downe And cast of wéedes of worldly pompe and clapt on mourning Gowne No ease nor pleasures could possesse nor féele the taste of meate Resolude to pine and staâ—â—e himselfe his griefes they were so great No councell could him comfort long and still alone he drue To mourne to mâ—ane to houle and cry and make complaint anâ—e And worne away with woefull sighes when sorrow helped not At length the life must be sustaynde with some reliefe yée wot But how he takes this mischiefe yet and how the matter goeth It passeth farre my reach and wit to iudge I tell you troth His Ladie gene as you haue heard when dayes and yeares were spent In thraldome long yet after that was better fortune seâ—t For into Princes grace againe hee came by blessed chaunce And so he liues in open Worlde where vertue may aduaunce Both him and many thousandes more that Noble liues doe leade And wisely walke with vpright mindes and steps of honour treade Loe héere you Dames of high renowne a Ladies death set out Whose life for faith full few shall finde that seekes wide world about To God and Prince repentaunt sure to worlde a mirrour bright Wherefore with tongue and true report resounde her prayse a â—ight FINIS Syr Symon Burley complains to him that knowes what sorrow meanes Sir Simon brought vp at Schoole with the Prince of Wales and Aquitayne Into Galatia to coÌ„duct Don Petro King of Castell Sir Simon was sent as one of chiefest for that purpose Hee appeased an vprore in the Citty of London The Dutches of Burbon prisoner and did raunsome Sir Simon Burley One Pascall was sent from the K. of Nauarhether for sauiour and Kinge Richarde made Sir Simon answer the Ambasdor the Earl of Salisbury and other in presence Kinge Richarde sent him to conclude a mariage and the Duke of Tasson was sent hither with Sir Simon from the king of Beam Almaine aboute this matter He was Lorde Chamberlain The Earle of Oxford called duke of IrelaÌ„d fauored much 〈◊〉 Simon The band that the duke made against the king the duke of Yorke the Earle of Salisbury the earle of Arundell the earle of Northumberland the earle of NottinghaÌ„ the archbishop of Canterburie A noble of euery 〈◊〉 in England was the taxe that the naughty duke sayd the king did demaund The Duke of Glocester and Duke of York with others maligned those the king fauoured King Richards best friends were by traytors frowardly handled The Bishop of Canterbury accusde him of sacrilege conuaying money ouer the Sea by night to the king of Beam The Prince of Orâ—nge M. Candeler maister of the assuraunces in the Royall Exchange is aliue witnesse to this M. Iosephe Loupo his Brother Peter two excellent musitionâ— are aliue witnesse to this in like sorte For poisning her maister A right figure of death A patterne of Death
king and lord whose minde they troubled sore And vext thereby his friends and fauourers all They fill in lash they felt the bloudy braule They lâ—st their goodes they got a great disgrace They fled from Court they were pursued in chace They were full â—aine for none offence or cause At open barre to pleade their case by lawes Such are the happes of those that hould with right Such cureles wounds they haue that sores would heale Such hate they heape in hucksters hands that light Such harmes they find that stands with common weale And such know not to whome they would appeale When wrong will rule and reuell fals to spoyle The faythfull flocke are forst to féele the foyle Dread driues desarts that dayly well haue done To slie from foes or else through fire to runne Because the Lords who lookt to leade the daunce Saw other step on stage ere they could rise By plaine fine force they would themselues aduaunce And for that feate this drift they did deuise Desire of fame doth so abuse the wise They end like fooles that erst beganne so well And soonest smart that ringes the larum bell For whéeles and all fals downe about their eares From rotten frames who first stood voide of feares But we who were besiegd by fortune so Betrayd I meane if troth may tell the tale Were scourgde plagude faine to fawne on Foe And sue to such as set our liues to sale Wée were shut vp they had the bouncing gale That blew their barke beyonde our compasse cleane With sailes asâ—aunt and had no merrie meane They clapt on all and went through streame flud When true mens feete stood fast in mire and mud I was the man that most of mischiefe had I was accusde and calde to count in haste I founde most cause to sigh and sit full sad I was layde vp and thereby cleane disgracste Myne en'mies sayd I did the treasure waste And held in hand the souldiers money too I was so nipt I knew not what to do My friends wext fainte or ferd the like mischaunce But I was he must leade the dolefull daunce A mitred head a Bishop bolde and braue Sayd I conuayde away Sainct Thomas shryne And that I ment the king of Beame should haue The same from me by priuie practise fine To hoyste me vp he layd both booke and line And so by friends he framde so flat a feate That I was cald to straight accompt in heate For this and more a libell long and large Of forged faultes that he layd to my charge No Clarke might come to make my reckning right No tale could serue to show my matter throw No deepe discourse could bring the troth to light No man of law could canuas cases now Strong hand did all I must both bend and bow The king knew not of halfe the wrongs I felt Nor none could find how finely cardes were dealt A packe was made and one had got the ace And trimely robd the trumps before my face No boote to bid the Players deale againe The game was won and I had lost the stake These Foysters fine could nick both by and mayne And cog out right when they the Dice did shake And of sweete spoyle a bitter banquet make They calde me in and I the only Gheaste Was bidden then vnto that bloodie feaste I was compeld to taste what dishe they wolde And in great heate to drinke vp Poyson colde I meane my fate and fortune was so harde I could not scape their hands that sought my life Who wreakt their wrath on me without regard Yet long in sheath they kept the murthering Knife For on my hap at first rose all this strife And on the freindes that I by hap had wonne This end I had and mischiefe was begonne For taking part with such as likt me well To ground full flat from top of trée I fell UUhen in the tower my Foes had clapt mée fast Few friends I found the world beganne to winke And so at length in Rerage was I cast And Poaste alone was left to swimme or sincke And iudgement was as I was forste to thinke That I should pay two hundreth thousand Frankes For all my toyle loe héere is all my thankes I did possesse my charges and my losse And paynes abroad came home by wéeping crosse And wanting wealth to pay this heauy summe With Billes and â—layues from prison was I led And so vnto the Tower-hill did I come To suffer death where soone I lost my head The King knew naught of this till I was dead Loe people héere how things about were brought And what disdaine and mighty malice wrought Loe héere is ende and sodayne sliding downe That was both true to God and to the Crowne As little twigs ore top of houses grow Whose braunches big spredes out a mighty trée Or as small brookes with Seas do swell and flow Yet hath no power to passe their bounds you sée Or as faire flowers that in gaie gardens bée Sprouts out a while and when they are at height They fade and fall then declineth streight So man doth mount a while on stages hie And at the best shootes downe like starre from skie When thinges are growen as farre as course is set And haue attaynde the fulnesse of their state They backward come and can no further get For cleane expierd yee see is then their date The life wée beare of force must yeeld to fate The steppes wée tread weares out by tract of time When ladder breakes wée can no higher clune Where fortune sits so fast doth grinde the mill The Wheele turnes round and neuer standeth still Long is the toyle or man to triumph commes Large is the plot where wée our Pagantes play Swéete is the saâ— and sowre are all the Plummes That payne pluckes off the pleasaunt planted spray Short is the time of all our glory gay Uayne is the hope of hazards héere in earth Great are the griefes of life from day of birth No surety growes of all is heere possest All comes to naught when people feareth least Loe what it is to stand on tickle staies Where hatred heaues the houshoulde out of square And when it falls the ioynts flee seuerall wayes And ioyfull wightes are clad with woe and care The seruants howle the wife and childe is bare The friends wring hands the foes do laugh and flyre Such chaunges chaunce to those that do aspyre The ground but gapes who first shall fall therein And who séekes most at length the least may win Loe Churchyard now my mirthlesse tale is tolde A mourning verse prepare thou straight for mée And in thy râ—â—e some stately order holde For that I sprong not out of base degrée Let euery line a liuely sentence bée To wake the wits of such as world would knowe And list to maâ—ke how wordly matters goe And when thou comst to touch the gauled backe Leape ore the horse or vse a riders