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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earl_n	pembroke_n	sir_n	15,305	5	6.9714	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50034	Leycesters ghost	Rogers, Thomas, 1573 or 4-1609 or 10.; Burghley, William Cecil, Baron, 1520-1598.; Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.; Parsons, Robert, 1546-1610.	1641 (1641)	Wing R1837A; Wing L970; ESTC R9349	19,035	37

Papist so indeed Some held mee for a Newte● and I grant To serve my torne I would turne Puri●ant Thus by Religion honour some did winne And this faire cloake oft covers filthy sinne Like as the ayre-sucking Camelion Can him transforme to any hue save white So man can turne to any fashion Save to that forme which is sincere and right For though hee may delude the peoples sight It is in vaine before God to dissemble Whose power the Divels know knowing tremble Was I the onely man that hath offended In making holinesse a cloake for sinne The French-men for religions sake pretended Their civill warres of late time did beginne But yet ambition chiefely drew them in Yea mad ambition and desire of gaine Makes endles broiles betwixt the State and Spaine Of promises I was so prodigail So kind well spoken and so liberall That to some great divine as that might fall Perhaps I promised a Bishoprick But in performance I was nothing quick Thus with faire words mens honours oft I fed Whilst hope this while a good opinion bred To learned Schollers I was something franck Not for the love that I to learning bore But either to get praise or pick a thank Of such as could the Muses aide implore For hee is blest that so be-friended dies Whose praise the Muses will immortalize You mortals that would have your fame survie When you within your grave entomb'd shall lie Cherish those sacred sisters while you live For they bee daughters of Dame mem●ry And of the thundring Monarch of the skie They have the guift to register with penne Th' eternall fame or infamy of men The Students of the Vniversity Oxford whereof I was the Chancellour That Nurce of Science and Philosophie Knowing the greatnesse of my wit and power Did honour mee as the faire springing flower That in the Princesse favour highly grew Whom shee with showres of gold did oft bedew At my command both Dee and Allen tended By magick art my pleasure to fulfill These to my service their best studies bended And why they durst not dis-obey my will Yea whatsoever was of secret skill In Oxford or in Cambridge to bee sold I bought for love for feare or els for gold Doubtles the most renown'd Philosophers As Plato and Pythagoras have sought To learne the Hiraglised characters And secrets which by magique skill is wrought Such as the Aegyptians Iewes and Caldaeans taught The Arts not ill if men doe not abuse it No fault so bad but some man will excuse it Lopus and Iulio were my chiefe Physitians Men that were cunning in the art to kill Good Schollers but of passing ill conditions Such as could rid mens lives yet no bloud spill Yea and with such extreamity and skill Could give a dram of poyson that would slay At th' end of the yeare the moneth the week the day I never did these wicked men imploy To wrong my Prince or my true loving friend But false deceiptfull wretches to destroy And bring them to an unexpected end Let them looke to it that did most offend Whose names are register'd in Plutos scrowles For I will never answere for their soules Knights and Esquires the best in every shire Did wait on mee in England up and downe And some among them did my livery weare My smiles did seeme to promise them renowne But dismall hopes ensu'd when I did frowne As when the starro Aretarus did appeare Of raging tempest Sea-men stand in feare As for the souldiers and the men of warre At home in service some I did retaine Others I sent abroad not very farre At my commandment to returne againe These I with costs did secretly maintaine That if ought chanced otherwise then well I might have sent my foes to Heaven or Hell Likewise I brought the Lawyers in someaw The worthy Students of the Innes of Court That there appli'd them to the Common-law Did yeeld to mee in matters of import Although sometimes I did the law extort And whether right or wrong my cause on'st hard To plead against mee made great Lords afeard So the Lord Barckley lost his good lands by mee Whereof at first perhaps hee did not dreame Might many times doth overcome the right It is in vaine to strive against the streame Where he that is chiefe subject of the Realme Vpon his Soveraignes favour rests him bould Hee cannot or hee will not bee contrould Thus by the Queene my puisance was upheld And for my foes I ever was too strong The grace I had from her all feare expell'd I might wrong others but not suffer wrong So many men did unto mee belong Which on my favour chiefely did depend And for my sake both lands and goods would spend The best esteemed noble of the land On whose support the publique State reli'd Were linkt with mee in friendships faithfull band Or els in kindred neerely were alli'd Their perfect loves and constant hearts I tride Th' inferiour sort at our devotion stood Ready to execute what wee thought good The Earle of Warwick my owne loving Brother My Sisters husband th' Earle of Huntington The bounteous Earle of Bedford was another Of my best friends belov'd of every one Sir Henry Sidneis power in Wales well knowne And there th' Earle of Pembrooke chiefe of all Of kinne my friend what ever chance might fall In Berwick my wifes Vncle had chiefe power The Lord of Hlunsden my assured friend In Ireland the Lord Gray was Governour Gernsey and Iersey likewise did depend Vpon such men as did my will attend Hampton my man Lieutenant of the Tower Prompt to doe my service at an houre Sir Edward Horsey in the Isle of wight And Noble Sir George Ceraw next bore sway Men of great courage and no little might To take my part in any doubtfull fray In London the Recorder Fleetwood lay That often usde good words that might incense The Citizens to stand in my defence The Prentises did often take my part As I in private quarrels oft have tride So that I had the very head and heart The Court and City leaning on my side With flattery some others which guifts I plide And some with threats stern looks and angry words I winne to my defence with clubbes and swords Thus I by wisedome and fine policy Maintain'd the reputation of my life Drawing to mee the flowers of chivalry To surrour mee at need in time of strife Men that lov'd change in every place were rife And all the Realm was with my power possest Thinke what this might have wrought but judge the best Like Claudius Marcellus drawne through Rome In his faire Chariot with youths Trophies deckt Crown'd with garlands by the Sonats doome Whom they five times their Consull did elect That from their foes hee might their lives protect When hee with conquest did his Countrey greet Loads of rich spoiles lay prostrate at his feet So did I triumph ride through all those townes As if I had beene Viceroy of this land

hearts of Gods and men Iove lov'd the Daughter of a jealous Sire D●nae a maid immur'd within a Towre Yet to accomplish the end of his desire Hee metamorphos'd to a goulden showre Fell in the lap of his faire p●ramour And being term'd a God did not disdaine To turned to man to beast to showre of raine Deere Lord when Cupid throwes his firie darts Doth none of them your tender bodies hit Doth Cytherea never charme your hearts Nor beauty trie your quintessentiall wit Perhaps you will say no fie it is unfit Now by my Garter and my George to boote The blind boy surely hits if hee doth shoote Whereas you doe object by magick charmes I sought to winne faire Dames to my desire T' is better so then strive by force of armes For forced love will quickely back retire If faire meanes cannot winne what wee require Some secret tricks and slights must be devised That love may even from hell bee exercised To you dull wits it seemes impossible By drinkes or charmes this worke to passe to bring Know then that Giges went invisible By turning of the sigill of his Ring Toward his palme and thereby slew the King Laie with his wife of any man unseene Lastely did raigne by marrying with the Queene King Solomon for magick naturall Was held a cunning man by some divines Hee wrote a booke of Science naturall To bind ill Spirits in their darke confines Hee had great store of wifes and concubines Yet was hee a sacred King this I inferre The wisest man that now doth live may eric Also yee said that when I waxed old When age and mispent time had made mee drie For ancient held in carnall lust is cold Natures defect with art I did supplie That so to helpe this imbecility I used strange drinkes and ointments of great price Whole tast or touch might make dead flesh arise To this I answer that this fine extraction Drammes and electuaries rarely made Serv'd not so much to helpe veneriall action As for to comfort nature that 's decay'd Which being with indifferent judgement way'd In Noble men may bee allow'd I trust As lending to their healths and not their justs What if I drunke nothing but liquid gold Lactrina Christall Pearle dissolv'd in wine Such as the Aegyptians full cuppes of did hold When Cleopatra with her Lord did dine A trifle care not for the cost was mine What if I gave Hypomiu●s in drinke To some faire Dames at smal faults yee must winke Yee say I was a Traytor to the Queene And that when Monsieur was in greatest grace I being out of favour mov'd with spleene To see a French-man frolique in the place Forth toward Berwick then did post a pace Minding to raise a rebellious rout To take my part in what I went about That I was then a Traytor I deny But I confesse that I was Monsieurs soe And sought to breake the league of amity Which then betwixt my Prince and him did growe Doubting Religion might be changed so Or that our lawes and customes were in danger To bee corrupt and alter'd by a stranger Therefore I did a faction strong maintaine Against the Earle of Suffex a stout Lord On Monsieurs side and then Lord Chamberlaine Who sought to make that nuptiall accord Which none may breake witnesse the sacred word But thus it chanced that hee striv'd in vaine To knit the Knolt which Heavens did not ordaine Thus did yee mis-enterpret my conceits That for disloyalty my deeds did blame Yet many men have layed their secret baites To entrape mee in such snares to worke my shame Whom I in time sufficiently did tame And by my Soveraignes favour bore them downe Proving my selfe true Liegeman to the Crowne Thinke yee I could forget my Soveraigne Lady That was to mee so gratious and so kind How many triumphes for her glory made I O I could never blot out of my mind What Characters of grace in her still shin'd But some of you which were by her prefer'd Have with her bones almost her name interr'd When shee was gone which of you all did weepe What mournefull song did Phylomela sing Alas when shee in cold deaths bed did sleepe Which of you all her dolefull knell did ring How long will yee now love your crowned King If yee forget so soone you ould Queene dead Which foure and fourtie yeares hath governed Yee say I fought by Muither to aspire And by strong poison many men to ●lay Which as yee thought might erosse my high desire And cloude my long expected golden day Perhaps I laid some blocks out of my way Which hindred mee from coming to the bowre Where Cynthia shin'd like lampes in Pharohs Towre Alas I come not of a Tygers kind My hands with bloud I hated to defile But when by good experience I did find How some with fained love did mee beguile Perchance all pitty then I did exile And as it were against my will was prest To ●●●ke their deaths that did my life detest Lo then attend to heare a dolefull tale Of those whose deaths you doe suppose I wrought Yet wish I that the World beleeve not all That hath of mee by envious men beene wrot But when I for a Kingly fortune sought O pardon mee my selfe I might forget And cast downe some my state aloft to set My first wife fell downe from a paire of staires And brake her neck and so at Cromner died Whilst her true servants led with small affaires Vnto a faire at Abbington did ride This dismall hap unto my wife betide Whether yee call it chance or destinie Too true it is shee did untimely die O had I now a showre of teares to shed Lockt in the empty Circles of mine eyes Or could I shed in mourning for the dead That lost a spouse so young so faire so wife So faire a corps so foule a corse now lies My hope to have married with a famous Queene Drave pitty back and kept my teares unseene What man so fond that would not loose a Pearle To find a Diamand leave brasse for gold Or who would not for sake a gallant girle To winne a Queene great men in awe to hold To rule the State of none to bee controld O but the steps that lead unto a throne Are dangerous for men to tread upon The Cardinall Chatillian was my foe Whose death peradventure I did compact Because hee let Queene Elizabeth to know My false report given of a former act How I with her had made a precontract And the great Princes hope I hard thereby That sought to marry with her Majesty The Prelate had beene better hold his tongue And kist his Fathers holy feete in Rome A Masse the sooner for his soule was song But hee might thanke mee had hee stayed at home Or late or never hee to Heaven had come Therefore I sent him nimbly from the coasts Perhaps to supper with the Lord of hoasts When death by hap my first wifes neck

had crackt And that my suite unto the Queene ill sped It chanced that I made a post-contract And did in sort the Lady Sheifield wed Of whom I had two goodly Children bred For the Lord Sheifeild died as I was sure Of a Catarchy which Physitians could not cure Some thinke the Rhume was artificiall Which this good Lord before his end did take Tush what I gave to him was naturall My plighted troth yet some amends did make Though her at length unkind I did forsake Shee must not blame mee for a higher reach Made my sure promise find a sudden breach The valiant Earle whom absent I did wrong In breaking Hymeneons i holy band In Ireland did protract the time too long Whil'st some in England●ugled under hand And at his comming homewards to this land Hee died with poison as they say infected Not without cause for vengance I suspected Because this fact notorious scandall bred And for I did his gallant wife abuse To salve this sore when this brave Lord was dead I for my selfe did this faire Lady choose And flesh is fraile deere Lady mee excuse It was pure love which made mee undertake This haplesse recontract with thee to make Now In Ioves Pallas that good Lord doth sup And drinke full bowles of Nectar in the skie H●mnos his page that tasted of that cup Did onely loose his haire and did not die True noble Earle thy fame to Heaven did flie Hee doth repent his fault and pardon crave That mar'd thy bed and too soone made thy grave Thou did'st behind thee leave a matchlesse sonne A peerelesse patern for all Princely Peeres Whose sparkes of glory in my time begunne Kindled with hope flam'd highly in few yeares But death him struck and maim'd this land with feares His sonne doth live true Image of him dead To glad this soile where showres of reares were shed They were too blame that said the Queene should marry With mee her Horse-keeper for so they told mee But thou Throgmorton which this tale did carry From France to England hast more sharply g●ld mee Sith my good Queene in office high extol'd mee For I was Master of her highnesse Horse I scorn'd thy words which did my hate inforce But tell mee then how did'st thou like thy fare When I to supper last did thee invite If I did rid thee of a World of care By giving thee a sallet gentle Knight With gastely lookes doe not my soule affright Leycester I am whom England on'st did dread But now I am like thee Throgmorton dead My Lord of Sussex was too collerick That cald mee Traytor and a Traytours sonne But I serv'd him a fine Italian trick Had I not done so I had beene undone Now marke the end what conquest hee hath wonne A little scruple that to him I sent Did purge his choller till his life was spent Hee was a gallant Noble man indeed O but his life did still my life decrease Therefore I sent him with convenient speed To rest amongst his Ancestours in peace My rage was passifide at his decease And now I come to imbrace his love too late Whom dead I lov'd and living I did hate I came to visite as I chan'st to walke My Lady Lenox whom I found not well I tooke her by the hand had private talke And so departed a short tale to tell When I was gone unto a flux shee fell That never coast her company to keepe Till it had brought her to a sencelesse sleepe I dreamt shee had not many dayes to live And this my dreame did shortly fall out true So as her Ghostly father I did give Some comfort to her soule for well I knew That shee would shortly bid the World adue Some say I gave such physick as did spill her But I suppose that meere conceit did kill her Some will object perhaps I did pretend To meet the Earle of Ormond on a day In single fight our quarrell for to end But did command my servant Kyllagray To lie in ambush that stout Lord to slay But Heaven did not consent to worke his spoile Which was the glory of the Irish soile Perhaps I doubted that I was too weake And loth I was hee should the conquest winne If in this cause I did my promise breake I hope men will not count it for 〈◊〉 Is it not good to sleepe in a whole 〈◊〉 When Hanibal could not prevaile with blowes Hee used 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 If I the death of Mounsieur Sim●rs sought When he from France Embassadour was sent I had good cause to seeke it as I thought For towards meehee bore no good intent Had hee fled by times perhaps I meant To have sent him in Embasse for my pleasure To the black Fiend that keepes Avernus treasure For when no men about the Coasts durst speake That I the Lady Lettice married This pratling French man first the Ice did breake And to the Queene the fact discovered Which not without just cause the anger bred Thus th' ape did play his part contrould of none When hee espied the Beare from home was gone One Salvadore an Italian borne Having on'st watcht with mee till midst of night Was found slaine in his bed the next day morne Alas poore man I rue his wofull plight That did in nothing but in sinne delight Had hee to honest actions bent his wit Hee might have longer liv'd and scapt his fit But what reward should such a man expect Whom gold to any Lewdnes could entire On s turne on'st serv'd why should wee not reject So vile an instrument of damned vice What if hee were dispatched in a trice Was it not better this mans bloud to spill Then let him live the World with sinne to fill I doubted least that Doughtie would bewray My Councell and with other party take Wherefore the sooner him to rid away I sent him forth to Sea with Captaine Drake Who knew how t entertains him for my sake Before he went his let by mee was cast His death was plotted and perform'd in hast Hee hoped well but I did so dispose That hee at Port-Saint-Gillian lost his head Having no time permitted to disclose The inward griefes that in his heart were bred Wee need not feare the biting of the dead Now let him goe transported to the Seas And tell my secrets to the Antipodes My servant Gates did speed as ill or worse To whom I did my close intents impart And at his need with money stuft his purse And will'd him still take courage at his heart Yet in the end hee felt the deadly smart Hee was inveiglde by some subtill witted To robbe so hee was taken and committed Of pardons I did put him still in hope When hee of felony was guilty found And so condemn'd till his last friend the rope Did him uphold from falling to the ground What hope of grace where vice doth so abound Hee was beguil'd like birds that use to gape At Zeuxes table for a painted