Till those distastefull courses that did seeme To prop his state wrought on to ruine him Faire Notingham the theater where all His pompe is shew'd must show his sudden fall No scene of Fortune in so short a space Presented ever a more changed face Nor more amaz'd spectatours hearts then here Did this quick-turning fate of Mortimer So farre beyond what any could surmise They scarse dare trust the witnesse of their eyes Such hidden paths doe God's high judgements tread That ere the pride of wicked men can dread Their neere approach they feele the fatall blow His ruine is contriu'd young Edward now Whose manly thoughts are riper then his yeares Had with a number of his stoutest Peeres And saithfull servants cast a ventrous way In spight of all his guards to seize the prey Night is th' appointed time for their designe And now the golden Phoebus 'gan decline Vnto the West that young couragious Lord The noble Mountague whose prosperous sword In forraine parts hereafter shall deserve So well and early here begins to serve His Prince at home a chiefe assistant now To young King Edward in the overthrow Of Mortimer was in his house alone Retir'd his youthfull thoughts still fix'd upon Th'atchievement tedious seem'd the houres of light To him and slow th'approach of duskie night His trusty armes with various carving wrought And glittering sword two nimble Pages brought Which whilest with care they buckle on at doore A knocke is heard Sir Thomas de la Moore A Knight well knowne to noble Mountague And welcome still that long had beene a true And faithfull servant to that wofull Prince Carnarvan Edward and had ever since His Lords accursed murder mourning spent His daies and prayers to God's high throne had sent Imploring justice for so blacke a crime His presence is admitted though the time And action greatest secrecy require To whom while gazing he did seeme t' admire Those armes thus spake the gallant Montague Ah thinke not De la Moore that vengeance due To wicked men can be for ever stay'd Or that bright Iustice should be still afraid To draw her sword three Summers now have past Thrice has the painted pride of Flora grac'd Earths joyfull bosome thrice has winters raine Bereav'd her of that verdant dresse againe Since we oh shame have not disdain'd to beare The yoake of that proud traitour Mortimer And England suffred his usurped reigne To guard his pride and fill his pompous traine Where ninescore Knights attend his gawdy state The Royall patrimony's spent of late That wealth that noble Edward should possesse His mother holds whose unjust Dower no lesse Containes should all the Crowne revenues be But rightly valu'd then two parts of three And what she holds false Mortimer enjoyes Who link'd too neere in love with her destroyes Not onely her revenues but her fame And brands the kingdome with another shame One Port one undistinguish'd house with her Her sawcy Minion keepes one Caterer With aequall price and priviledge dooes buy Provision for that ill-joyn'd family So is their state in all as man and wife To open view and for their secret life How free the bed has beene ere long they say Her teeming wombe will to the world betray Nor is this all the sieknesse of the time Great Edward's honour is ecclips'd by him Who long has rul'd the Land whilest we afrayd Of that usurped power perforce obey'd And fatall 't was to contradict at all What else so lately caus'd the pity'd fall Of noble Edmund Earle of Kent who dy'd A sacrifice to Mortimer's sterne pride And Isabellaes lawlesse power nor could Though Edward's Vncle his high birth and blood Protect his life This haplesse Prince abus'd By their delusions his best meanes had us'd To helpe not knowing he before was slaine Deposed Edward to the crowne againe Ah De la Moore the wondring people saw That Prince condemn'd by their tyrannicke law Five houres together on a scaffold stand Nor all that while found they so base a hand That would be hir'd untill the Sunne was set To shed the blood of a Plantagenet What neede I speake those treasons which of late He wrought for Scotland gainst the English state What bribes he thence received to betray His Countreys honour which he now shall pay How two yeeres since he drew the Parliament Held at Northampton then to give consent That peace with Scotland should be ratify'd So prejudiciall to the English side In which those famous Rolls that did containe Their homage to this Scepter were againe Giv'n up and all those jewels of renowne And price that did belong to Scotlands crowne And thence by former English Kings were tane Were at this peace delivered backe againe Which by a marriage was confirm'd and Ioane King Edward's sister was bestow'd upon Young David Bruce their King Fates can deferre No longer now th' account of Mortimer Nor dooes our brave young Edward feare to call The traitour to a tryall nor shall all His traine defend him nor the strength of that Faire Castle there in which with wanton state His beautious Queene and hee their revels keepe And there by night securely guarded sleepe Nor can their pride allow they filling all The King a roome within his Castle wall A meaner lodging in the towne alas Must serve the King but ere this night doe passe The Castle shall be his againe and there Shall rising Phoebus see proud Mortimer A prisoner where now he reignes whilest all The Land shall wonder at his sudden fall Or else the blood that feeds this life shall flow Vpon you stained earth but ere I show To thee the way that Edward has design'd Doe thou relate what yet remaines behind Of Mortimer's foule crimes which thou so well Hast learn'd which I in part have heard thee tell And at each accent passionately sigh The late King Edward's ruthfull tragedy Though sad the story be 't will take up time Vntill that houre that must revenge the crime Doe call us hence Lord Montague had done When thus deepe sighing De la Moore begun ` Since you command my Lord I will recite Though still I tremble to remember it That ruth that never found a parallell That story that no eloqvence can tell In accents sad enough no moorning line Expresse although the saddest Muse of nine Melpomene should search through all her store And tune her tragicke lessons ore and ore When all those balefull mischiefes she has sought That barbarous Thrace that Thebes and Argos wrought A sadder story she did nere relate Then was Carnarvan Edward's tragicke fate While this depos'd unhappy Prince remain'd In Killingworth faire Castle entertain'd In gentle manner by his kinsman there The noble Henry Earle of Lancaster In part he seemed to enjoy content If after losse of Regall government Content can come the curteous Earle still showes Himselfe compassionate of Edward's woes And in the noblest manner lessons them That he almost could have forgot t' esteeme Those
Of fate another meanes to torture him The monsters found for feare some troope might paâ—â— By chance that knew this wofull Prince his face And rescue him his board and haire they meant To shave away and for that dire entent By Severnes side enforc'd him to alight And on the ground to sit cold was the night March then began and frosts like pearles around Lay glistering on the surface of the ground No other water while they shave their Lord Have they but what the river can afford Who seemes from their unhallowed hands to flee As loath his pure and christall streame should be Abused so that sacred head whereon The holy oyle was powred forth Vpon Whose temples once the royall Diadem Of England stood is there prophan'd by them That face where Majesty so lately sat Whose frowne the greatest nobles trembled at With impious hands doe they disfigure now The whilest the waters cold torments him too But he with patience armed or so great A spirit as scorn'd such Villaines to entreat Vtters no more but thus yet while you shave In spite of you I 'll some warme water have With that the teares flow'd downe his cheekes amaine Some servants that stood by could not refraine From melting griefe but Gurney and the rest With bitter taunts doe more and more molest His soule and all his suffring teares deride With reeds and sedge that grew on Severne side In scorne their Prince his sacred head they crowne And whilest with laughter lowly bowing downe They strive to make sad Edward feele what he Was once forget what they themselves should be Poore Bischapp then as Gurney's servant went Among the traine who now apaenitent With daily teares and sighes from Gods high throne Dooes begge forgivenesse for what then was done And fasting lets his beard and haire to grow Vnshorne ere since his Lord was â—aved so This Bischapp saw my Lord and told it me As an eye-witnesse will posterity Beleeve this story that a King although Depos'd from villaines hands could suffer so A King I say whose wife did then retaine The power of Regent and whose Sonne did reigne But then to heaven let us turne our eyes And thinke as God is purpos'd to chastise So instruments will worke and Furyes will Be found to execute the worst of ill So much was Edward wrong'd that now too late It grew to pity his afflicted state For to secure his foes his death was sought To Berkley Castle he againe was brought Vnhappy Berkley damn'd by Fates to be The balefull stage where such a tragedy Was acted as no ages that succeed But shall accurse no human hearts but bleed To heare it told to make his misery Compleat the manner of his death must be Farre worse then death for to conceale their owne Abhorred guilt and keepe the deed unknowne A hellish way the catiffes found at length To worke the murther mastring him by strength A horne they thrust into his fundament And through that pipe into his entrailes sent A burning spit oh what pathetique tongue Can tell the paine his pious soule whom long Affictions here had mortify'd and taught On heaven alone to fixe his zealous thought From forth the hands of that accursed crew Vp to the glorious quire of Angels flew No outward signes of murder did appeare And of their skill so confident they were That to the peoples open view a day The royall coarse in Gloster Abbey lay But guilt of conscience and a sad dismay Vpon th' offenders seiz'd nor durst they stay In England long Matrevers since has spent His dayes they say a weeping paenitent In Germany False Gurney as he crost The Seas of late was taken there and lost His head as we have had intelligence Too small a vengeance for his foule offence The next revenge oh murder'd Lord for thee I hope the fall of Mortimer will be And now so farre had their discourses gone That day was vanish'd and the hower drew on Which for the Kings designe was set from whom A trusted squire to Montague was come Arm'd as he was the youthfull Lord arose And forth with courage flew the like did those That were alike engag'd a gallant band About the person of their Prince they stand ' Mongst whom brave Edward in rich armour dight His early manhood showes with such a bright Heröike visage dooes the blew-ey'd maide Appeare in all her warlike tire arrey'd For yet no golden downe had cloath d his chin Nor twice nine painted Summers had he seene And yet those young those maid-like frownes as there They show'd the Genius of great France might feare Much more in them the sure and present fall Of guilty Mortimer was read by all Farre from-that Castle on the side of Trent A Caves darke mouth was found of deepe descent Vpon the brinke of which there grew a round So close a thicket as quite hid the ground From sight the Cave could be descry'd by none And had remain d for many yeeres unknowne Whose hollow wombe did farre from thence extend And under-ground an uncouth passage lend Into the Castle This darke vault was made To serve the Fort when Danes did first invade This fertile Iland now not thought upon For the remembrance as the use was gone Of such a place untill of late it chanc'd Sir Robert Holland to that charge advanc'd Surveying all his Castles nookes had try'd That horrid way and closely certify'd The King the truth of all with store of light The noble troope arrived there by night There voyd of feare into the darke descent With his brave traine Heröicke Edward went And through the ragged entrailes of the Cave And balefull paths did fierce Rhamnusia wave Here flaming brand to guide their passage right And vanquish all the terrours of the night No damps no noisome stinkes their sense invade Rhamnusia's power expell'd them all and made Her Champions passe with fresh and spritely cheare Those mouldy vaults and ayre unstirred where So many yeeres no humane foot had trode Nor living thing but toades and batts abode Yet full of hazard did th' attempt appeare So great a traine had pompous Mortimer But they secure of any danger nigh Within the Castle some in jollity Consum'd that hower of night and some in sleepe For th' Earle himselfe the Castle keyes did keepe In such a fearelesse but a fatall plight The wodden horse surpris'd old Troy by night Into her chamber the faire Queene was gone Where with her Minion Mortimer alone She sate but not his dearest company Nor loves sweet thoughts which wont to give so high A rellish to them now could bring delight They both were sad on that portentuous night The fates it seem'd into their soules had sent A secret notice of their dire entent Which she could not conceale nor Mortimer Although he often strove by courting her To hide the inward sadnesse of his brâ—â—st Carnarvan Edward's Manes had possest The roome and many strange ostents declar'd Th' approaching
to Now does the day grow blacker then before The Swords that glister'd late in purple gore Now all distain'd their former brightnesse lose Whilest high the tragicke heape of slaughter rose Swords meeting swords and breaking lances sound Clattering of armed breasts that fall to ground And dying souldiers groanes are onely heard Horror in all her saddest shapes appear'd But long the fury of a storme so strong Could not endure nor Fortune waver long In such a tryall but at last must show Which way her favours were decreed to goe The English Swords with slaughter reeking all At last had carved in the Frenchmens fall Their way to victory who now apace Are beaten downe and strew the purple place Where like their owne pale-fading Lillies lye The flower of all the French Nobility What Muse can in this field of death declare Each private wound each fate particular Or pay the severall obsequies to all ' Mongst common souldiers slaughter'd Princes fall 'Twixt whom Death takes away the distance now While in one streame their bloods commixed flow There Alanson striving to cure in vaine The wound of France is beaten downe and slaine There dyes Majorca's King who from his home So farre had sail'd to find a forraigne tombe And dearely that alliance which he thought So safe to him in this fierce battell bought Lewis Earle of Flanders that to Philip's state Had beene so constant a confaederate Whom no conditions to King Edward's side Could ever draw on Edward s weapons dy'd Sealing in blood his truth to France to lye A wailed part of her calamity There Savoy's Duke the noble Amy lay Weltring in gore arriv'd but yesterday At Philip's haplesse Campe as short an ayd As Rhaesus prov'd to falling Troy betray'd The first sad night and by Tidydes hand Slaine e're his Steeds had graz'd on Trojan land Or drunke at all of Xanthus silver streame But most the warrelike Monarch of Boheme Old Lewis was fam'd Who on that honour'd ground Chain'd to the formost of his troops was found And charging at the head of all was slaine His cold dead hand did yet that Sword retaine Which living erst it did so bravely weild His hopefull sonne young Charles had left the field When he perceiv'd that Fortune quite was gone To Edward's side His Father blood alone Was too too great a sacrifice to be Bestow d on France whose dying valiancy Made all men more desire his Sonne to live And that the branch of such a tree might thrive There was the Noble Bourbon there Lorraine Aumall Nevers and valiant Harcourt slaine In vaine had Philip now whose Princely soule In all those deaths did bleed strive to controll By highest valour what the Fates would doe Wounds not in mind alone but body too Vnhorsed twice did th' active King receive As much asham'd no blood at all to leave In such a field although enforc'd to part Himselfe from thence at last his strugling heart Is to necessity content to yeeld And flyes with speed from that unhappy field With whom the Frenchmen all the fight forsake And o're the Countrey flight disordred take By this had Night her sable mantle spred Vpon the earth by whose protection fled The vanquish'd French with more security A most compleat and glorious victory The English had obtain'd yet would not now Dis-ranke themselves to chase the flying foe But in that field which they alone possest Resolve to give their weary'd bodies rest Till mornings light display those wealthy spoyles That must reward the conquering souldiers toyles Now great King Edward from the Windmill hill Came downe where his untouch'd Battalia still Had stood till all the fight below was done And in his armes embrac'd his armed Sonne Who now with blood and sweat was all distain'd Then gratulates his early honour gain'd In such a field of danger joy'd to see His blooming yeares thus flesh'd in victory Well did that day presage the future glory And martiall fame of this great Prince whose story With admiration after-times shall heare Like miracles his conquests shall appeare In France atchiev'd nor shall that kingdome bound His Swords great deeds whose fame shall farther sound And royall trophees of blacke Edward's praise Beyond the Pyrenaean mountaines raise Next morne mists fatall to the French arose To Crescy field where their encamped foes Stood now refresh'd were many troops of France Discerning not the former battels chance Like sacrifices come and fell there more Then had beene flaine in all the fight before Victorious Edward for so great a day To God's high Throne on bended knees did pay His true and humble thankes and briefly then Commend the worthy service of his men Who now the spoyles of that rich Army share As just reward of their victorious warre Annotations upon the third Booke a King Edward taking Caranton protested openly that he sacrificed it to the memory of these Gentlemen who had the yeere before beene uniustly massacred by King Philip and their heads now were standing upon the gates of that unhappy towne For King Philip of France the yeare before perceiving that a terrible tempest of warre was likely to fall upon him out of England waxed cruell in his iealousie and put sundry principall men of Normandy Picardy and Guyenne to death for no other crime but that they were English in affection Among whom are reckoned Sir Oliver de Cliâ—â—on Baco Persie and Geoffrey of Malestroict Knights of the best note Sir Godfrey of Harecourt brother to the Earle of Harecourt a man once in high favour with King Philip being upon this occasion also summoned to Paris fled to King Edward into England and became another Robert of Artois for his valour and counsels at this present invasion of France did much advantage King Edward's atchievements though two yeares after he forsooke the English and returned againe to the obedience of Philip his naturall Lord. b This great battell of Crescy where King Edward obtained so full and wonderfull a victory is at large recited in the Poem and therefore little shall need here to bee spoken of it but onely of the numbers which fought or dyed on both sides The English Army by generall consent of almost all Authors consisted of 30000. The French according to those that speake least together with their auxiliaries were about 60000. But many Authors of good credit report their number twice as many others agree upon an hundred thousand Upon that Saturday being the 26 of August 1346 when this great battell was fought the slaughter was great on the French side for none were taken to mercy upon that day for the Conquerors thought it not safe for themselves to take any Prisoners But the next morning presented new worke for a great mist arose that men could hardly see the distance of an acre of ground from them when as many troops of Frenchmen from Roan Beavicois and other Cities comming to joyne themselves with King Philip and not hearing of his discomfiture together with great
For heaven does justly warres successes guide Doe thou relate the fight The King had done When humbly bowing Copland thus begun Since you are pleas d dread Soveraigne to command For whose victorious brow the sacred hand Of heaven is weaving Garlands every where From me the meanest of your servants heare This battels great successe and what for you The same high hand has wrought in England now To Durham walls while farre his terror spread Among the people had King David led His royall army where those warrelike Peeres Of Scotland march'd that had for many yeeres Late past so well the English borders knowne That there so many strange exploits had done And wealthy pillage gain'd when to withstand That threatning force and guard their native land With noble spirits the English Lords prepare And draw their forces to this sudden warre Lord Percy Nevill Mowbray D' Eincourt there Humfrevile Mawley Musgrave Scroope appeare And many more of worthy note to whom The men at armes and nerved Archers come Nor in so great a danger was it thought Enough if onely usuall souldiers fought To save their Countryes universall harme The Churchmen fight the reverend Prelates arme The two Archbishops and grave Durham there Their Crosier-staves ' midst streaming Ensignes beare No cause they thought could make them to refuse So deare a warre no calling could excuse O're all the field doe armed Priests appeare And shaven Monkes unused helmets weare Such was that law the ancient Romans made When e're the furious Gaules did them invade No Priesthood from warres service then excus'd But that which into th' English breasts infus'd The noblest fire was that your vertuous Queene Great Sir among us was in person seene Nor could the Princely burden of her wombe Great as she was with childe detaine her from That gracious visit As along she rode On every ranke and squadron she bestow'd Words that inspir'd new life such seemed shee Such did her lookes and cheerefull Majesty Appeare to each adoring souldier As Poets fancy'd in the Trojan warre Majesticke Iuno when in all her state Shee would descend from heaven to animate The warrelike Greekes or Pallas come to lead Her wise Vlisses or stout Diomed. At Nevils Crofle a place not fam'd at all Till this great conflict and King David's fall The eager Armies meet to try their cause Our English Lords in foure Battalia's Bring on their forces but so furious growes In little time the fight so neare the blowes That soone no order we perceive at all For like one body closely move they all And thought the archers had at first begun The fight with wondrous happinesse and done So much as caus'd the future victory Yet now their arrowes scarce have roome to flye While swords and bils doe all while hand to hand The armies wrastling with each other stand Small ground and that alternately they gave As by a rivers side tall reeds doe wave Or when a field of lofty standing corne Two severall wayes by different gales is borne That if a man had from some hill survei'd The fight and seene what equall motion sway'd Both armies there he would have beene so farre From judging which should conquer in that warre As to have fear'd almost that all would dye And leave no conquest but one tragaedy No stratagem no foule default was show'd Nor could your servants tell to what they ow'd Vnlesse to justice of their cause it were That dayes hard conquest which 'gan then appeare When those chiefe flowers of Scotlands noble blood Strew'd dead those places where before they stood There Murrey's Earle the noble Randolph sonne To that renowned Randolph that had done His native land such wondrous service falls Encircled not with vulgar funerals Alone but men of Scotlands greatest power Her Marshall Chamberlaine and Chancellour With many moe of note and dignity The King himselfe who with resolve as high As any souldier had maintain'd the fight Neere still where greatest danger did invite His forward sword and might for valiancy Deserve a conquest not captivity That through the thigh had with a lance bin strucke Besides two shafts that in his body stucke And lost much royall blood when he beheld His Army now discomfited in field Not yet dismay'd fought on when 't was my chance Your Graces meanest souldier to advance The next to him I humbly bade him there To yeeld himselfe King Edward's prisoner And gently came to take his hand but hee That sought for death before captivity And therefore strove our anger to provoke My face so fiercely with his Gauntlet strooke That two teeths loste can witnesse yet the blow Then with his sword though hurt and weary'd now He flyes among us while disdaine and ire Into his weary nerves new strength inspire That scarce could we his most unwilling foes Preserve that life which he desir'd to lose At last he fell by which our royall prey We seiz'd and bore him by maine strength away That fate the greatest Nobles of his land The Earles of Fife Menteith and Southerland With warrelike Douglas are enforc'd to take While all the rest that could escape the wracke Of that sad day forsake the tragicke fight And into Scotland take disordred flight King Edward pleas'd with this relation And what John Coplond in that fight had done Conferres on him beside revenues great The martiall honour of Knight Banneret And sends him backe for England with command To yeeld his prisoner to Queene Philip's hand Despaire had entred the besieged Towne Of Calleis now pale famine which alone Subdues the strongest forts had taken hold Vpon the wretched Citizens and gold Which reignes in humane breasts at other times Esteem'd a price even for the greatest crimes Is proved no just rate at all to beare Food only is of price and valu'd there All former hopes of their releefe were crost In vaine had Philip with a numerous hoast From Amiens marched Edward's siedge to raise And challeng'd him in vaine for all the wayes Of their approaching both by sea and land Were by the English kept each passage mann'd And now though late the governors were bent To yeeld to termes and to King Edward sent Who scornes t' accept of any termes but these That six the wealthiest of their Burgesses With halters on their neckes resolv'd to dye Should to his pleasure yeeld them presently And that their deaths his wrath should expiate That all conditions else should come too late And he no mercy on the Towne would take These sad conditions are returned backe And through all hearts had strucke a chilling feare In every visage did pale Death appeare For though destruction challeng'd but a few It threatned every head untill they knew What heads would suffer They despair'd to find Among the noblest ranke so brave a mind That would on that condition choose to dye As once for Rome devoted Decij In this amaze the weeping people throng Into the publike Market-place Among Their cryes confus'd and different
In many an hard adventure France had knowne His noble service Oxford tenders there And that redoubted Lord that must appeare In Poicteirs battell honours brightest starre Lord Audley Chandois in all feats of warre And policies to none inferiour And then young Edward's chiefest Counsellour With these brave William Earle of Sarum clad In shining armes appeares now not so sad Since sage resolves had weaned fond desire And in his breast extinguish'd Cupid s fire A fire once swéet alas whilest lawes did seeme T' allow his love and power to favour him The sowrest Vertues did excuse his flame When he the beauties of that Princely Dame Enjoy'd as then he well might seeme to be The envy of a Prince much more is he Since reason did that passion quite convince Now truly growne the envy of a Prince Prince Edward sigh'd and wish'd himselfe as free When he beheld the cheere of â—alisbury From that faire flame One object kindled both But Edward's was not of so long a growth As Salisburies nor had beene ayded so By powerfull Time the passion to forgoe Forbeare a while to sound the Martiall noyse Calliope and tune thy gentler voyce Soft Erato declare what Princely love Did then thâ— Heroike breast of Edward move Not many yeares had past since by the lawes Of holy Church that long-depending cause Betwixt Lord Holland and Earle Mountague Who both with power and eager clayme 's did sue For Kent's faire Countesse was on Holland's side Decree'd and by Pope Clement ratifi'd By which decree blest Holland freed from strife Possession tooke of his admired wife And his bright Iewell now in publike wore Which from the Court had beene conceal'd before While that great suit depended and unknowne It was what husband should the Lady owne Her tempting beauties now th' ecclipse and pride Of Englands Court had love-sicke Edward spy'd The flames unseene his youthfull bosome burn'd His active thoughts so cheerefull once are turn'd To pensive musings company he flyes And for his wonted Princely exercise And high discourse with martiall Lords he loves Retreats sad musicke and the silent groves Why did you gaze unhappy eyes quoth he Too late on her it is too soone for me Because too late The Lawes are false that say No time can barrea Prince Debarr'd for aye Am I. In what possession can they give Vnlesse in Love a fit prerogative For Princes to receive where did she lye While free she was conceal'd from Edward's eye Was not her birth of height enough and shee A branch of England's royall family Her name Plantagenet Earle Edmund's heire Did she not bring together with that faire And heavenly forme a dower that might affright Those Lords from courting of her and invite A Prince his highest flames why is not she Restor'd againe to her great family From which th' ambitious love of Holland durst To draw her maiden innocence at first Or else some forraine Monarch would from farre Have come perchance to fetch a prize so rare A thousand Princely suitors for the fame Of Spartan Helen's virgin beauties came By deeds of armes their persons to endeare And by a warre reveng'd the rape of her As many ventrous youths for such a Bride As was the faire Hippodamea dy'd At cheaper rate why did our climate set Thy maiden blossome faire Plantagenet Would thou hadst beene the prize of Chevalry For which great Princes might have come to try Their manly prowesse Edward might have worne Thee then perchance or thou at worst beene borne From hence away to be a forraine Queene Nor had I here thy killing beauty seene Thus as within a laurell Bower he sate Did Edward's love-sicke thoughts expostulate The twy-light then began nor had night spred Her sable mantle yet though day were fled When lo before him one on either hand Two Nymphs of more than humane visage stand The one was plaine her looks compos'd and grave Yet seem'd a chearefull Majesty to have A mantle rough o're her tall shoulders hung Her undeck'd haire behind she earelesse flung Her name was Arete on tother side Stood Hedone her foe her beauties pride In all alluring amorous formes display'd Transparant silkes her snow-white limbs array'd And Tyrian scarfes with gold embroyder'd o're The precious spoyles of every Easterne shore Adorn'd her ivory necke and tresses faire From whence diffused odours fill'd the ayre Shee thus assailes the Prince Enjoy the time Sweet Prince that Fortunes height and Natures prime Both meet to blesse thee with and ravish'd see What pleasures wait on youth and Royalty Thou hast the top of others wish and mayâ—st Plucke those sweet fruits which neither age can taste Nor low estate procure Both fade away Not onely men but Princes turne to clay Then take in time what ne're will come againe What is not used was bestow'd in vaine Which prudent Nature never did intend In any gift she gave Why should'st thou spend In toyles and hazards these thy happy dayes To gaine that nothing that vaine shadow Praise Of which as life no reall use can make So th' absent ghost or senselesse grave can take No joy at all What e're the vulgar deeme Beleeve me wisest men did ne're esteeme That bubble Honour When King Pyrrhus once Resolv'd t' invade so many nations A vaine renowne by restlesse toyles to winne And make the ending of one warre beginne Another still wise Cyneas ask'd his Lord What comfort all those labours should afford His life at last When all is overcome Wee 'll live quoth Pyrrhus merrily at home So may you now quoth he Why seeke you by Those toyles what now you have in certainty Nor could vaine Pyrrhus answer him or name A reall end of his ambitious ayme Then use thy time But if thou onely strive For so much fame as may more licence give And more sweet rellish to thy pleasures know Thou hast already what thy age could doe Attain'd unto thy worth enough is knowne And Crescy field with Bayes enow did crowne Thy youthfull browes Now reape the happy fruit With confidence pursue thy amorous suit Regard not lawes nor popular ayre at all I 'le worke thine ends and Kents faire Countesse shall Her bed and beauties yeeld to thy delight And meet thy wish 'T was I that did invite The Spartan Dame to Paris armes and led The Queene of Love to young Anchises bed Can she refuse can wedlock's aëry tye Or that supposed vertue Chastity Poore names which men ' gainst natures free entent To rob themselves of pleasure did invent Resist those reall arguments that be Opposers here and proudly plead for thee Alas what tempted Lady can deny Such love fame feature youth and dignity Then weigh not rumour sit not pining downe But freely take what power can make thine owne With that she ceas'd when thus faire Arete Heroike Prince built up by Fate to be Bright Honour 's great example England's fame And to succeeding times a glorious name Oh doe not staine thy high beginnings now