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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09592	The life and death of Sir Phillip Sidney, late lord gouernour of Flushing his funerals solemnized in Paules Churche where he lyeth interred; with the whole order of the mournfull shewe, as they marched thorowe the citie of London, on Thursday the 16 of February. 1587.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1587 (1587)	STC 19871; ESTC S105020	7,057	16

obedient I was seene whose sacred truth was settled in my breast A spotlesse heart I rendred to my Queene whose honour I for to vphold was prest The fruites of fayth in mee were aie exprest Her ioy was mine her griefe my deadly woe what Sidney saies the world will speake I know An earnest loue I to my countrie had The Commons weale I planted in my minde The noble peeres were of my company glad No breathe of troath in me could any finde To vertues heasts my heart was aie inclinde But in the world my dated daies are done My time is spent mine hower-glasse is run Yet whilst I liu'd aie me my hart was woe To see some raunge as wretchles minded mates Seeking by slights to worke the ouerthrow Of sincere truth stil kindling vp debates Like franticke friendes foreseeing not their fates That hedlong run without regard at all By breach of truth to shame to make them thrall I saw how some of Manna made too slight Preferring chaffe before the finest wheat Striuing amaine for to ecclips the light And in the mist to feed on grosser meat Against the Lord their mallice waxed great But he his Church and glory will maintaine Mauger the rage of cruell cursed Cain In cestuous Rome that cage of birdes vncleane Her shriking Owles hath into England sent The subiectes harts from their good Queene to gleane Seducing soules to vse that they inuent The beast of Rome to gape for bloud is bent whose marchant men incenst with ceasles yre Gainst God and Prince made some vnkind conspire All this I saw which made me sob and waile To see the crue of Dathan to increase No griefe to this that faith in men should faile who striue to chaunge by bloud our daies of peace Be thankfull then and stand with sin at strife So shall your God redubble thrise your ioy and gratiously defend you from annoy He for her sake hath garnisht you with peace Your virgin Queene is carefull for your nead Her studies set your welfare to increase Then like good subiectes loyally do deale and as her loue to you shee doth reueile with loue requight her louing heart againe And pray with you her grace may long remayne My Countrie-men ingraft my wordes in minde For wonders great for ye the Lord hath wrought Be thankfull then his fauour you do finde For as by him Daniell from den was brought So he for you that of no comfort thought Gaue vnto you to free ye from distresse Your royall Queene to multiplie your blesse Twentie nine yeares you haue her grace possest Your soueraigne Queene a mother milde to you A carefull nursse that helpes all such opprest As vnto her for princely comfort low To God and Prince remember then your vow Liue subiect like and then take this from mee Redoubled thrice her happie daies shalbe And you that carpe with Catiline for spoyle And would conuert your quiet peace to war Haue some remorce vnto your natiue soyle Let not the Pope procure you thus to iarre Haue care to Christ and know you christians are Its he and none but hee that must you saue Marke well my wordes though that I sleepe in graue In marshall feates I settled my delight The stately steede I did bestride with ioy At tilt and turney oft I tride my might In these exployts I neuer felt annoy My worthie friends in armes did oft imploy Themselues with me to breake the shiuering speare But now my want they waile with many a teare My spoused wife my Lady and my loue whilst life I had did know my tender hart But God that rules the rowling skies aboue Did thincke it meete we should againe depart His will is done death is my dew desart She wants her make I fro my deare am gon She liues behind her louer true to morne In Flaunders I against the spanish rout that spit their spite against my God and Prince that seeke by force like tyraunts bold and stout those townes and forts that feare God to conuince on barbed stead as one for their defence incountred oft amidst the troupe of those repaying them with many bloudy blowes The Canons cracke my courage could not quaile like Mars his knight I rusht amidst the throng and to the flight vnto my great auaile I draue them oft and laid the proudst along my steed was slaine the musketeers among when I my selfe receaued my fatall wound yet horst againe from them conuaied round My greife was great yet was my glory more that I escapt the field from out the hands the English campe with teares did me deplore but life we see in fortunes balance stands death forceth not possessions goods nor lands the rich and poore to him are all alike when God commands he spareth not to strike The chiefest hope I had was in sweet Christ to him I fled as to my dearest friend and as in truth I laboured to persist so in the truth I made my faithfull end My leaue I tooke of euery louing friend I told them plaine my dying day drew neare and that I had no long abiding here My worldly goods I wisely did dispose and to the world that was the worldes I left Mine vnkles hart was wrapt with heapes of woes to see me thus a flowring youth bereaft Care clad my friends their harts a sunder cleft my seruants minds were ouer whelmd with greife but none but Christ was found my comfort cheife My brother deare to God I did commend Desiring him the Lord of hostes to feare and as I liue so to his latter end I gaue him charge the tongue of truth to beare to Sy●●● mates I wishe him giue no eare But as I had been loyall to my Queene So had I hope his faith should flourish greene My louing wife my Ladie and my deare with all my hart I had for aye adue and thus I said O Warwike noble peere thy Nephew now thy face shall neuer vew God blesse my Lord and Countesse his most true I leaue you heare from you I go my way I die to world yet hope to liue for aye And now adue to Pembrakes noble Earle to Countesse thine my sister kind farewell I leaue you all Christ his precious pearle with whom my faith perswadeth me to dwell By faith in him I vanquish death and hell these die in me though death do cut me downe For Christ I know with life my head will crowne My Deuorax my deare my ioy my friend of Essex Earle ten thousand times adue to God with hart I humblie thee commend hoping in heauen thee face to face to view Mourne not for me though death my life subdue I liue to die and die to liue in deed my life was lent and death hath cut lifes threed But yet I know my peeres will thinke on me my guileles ghost shall neuer them forget their good wils shall for aye remembred be that to the graue my corps with honor fet as in my life