pleasure And put repentance off to our last leasure To shew vs though we liu'd like Iewes and Turkes Yet Gods great mercy is aboue his workes To warne vs not presume or to despaire Here 's good example in this theeuing paire These seas of care with zealous fortitude This Virgin past among the multitude Oh gracious patterne of a sex so bad Oh the supernall patience that she had Her zeale her constancy her truth her loue The very best of women her doth proue Maids wiues and mothers all conforme your liues To hers the best of women maides or wiues But as her Sonnes death made her woes abound His resurrection all griefe did confound She saw him vanquish't and inglorious And after saw him Victor most victorious She saw him in contempt to lose his breath And after that she saw him conquer death She saw him blest a cursed death to dye And after saw him rise triumphantly Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most Ioy doubly did returne for gladnesse lost And as before her torments tyranniz'd Her ioy could after not be equalliz'd Her Sonnes all-wondred resurrection Her Sauiours glorious ascension And last the Holy Ghost from heauen sent downe These mighty mercies all her ioyes did crowne Suppose a man that were exceeding poore Had got a thousand tunnes of golden ore How would his heart be lifted vp with mirth As this great masse of treasure most part earth But to be rob'd of all in 's height of glory Would not this lucklesse man be much more sory Then euer he was glad for in the minde Griefe more then ioy doth most abiding finde But then suppose that after all this lâ—sse The gold is well refined from the dresse And as the poore man doth his losse complaine His weath more pure should be relâ—â— againe Amidst his passions in this great reliefe I doubt not but his ioy would conquer griefe Euen so our bressed Lady hauing lost Her ioy her lewell she esteemed most Her all in all the heau'n and earths whole treasure Her gracious heart was grieued out of measure But when she found him in triumphant state No tongue or pen her ioy cou'd then relate She lost him poore and â—are and dead and cold She found him rich most glâ—â—â— to behold She lost him when vpon his backe was hurld The burthen of the sinnes of all the World She lost him mortall and immortall found him For crown of thorns a crown of glory crownd him Thus all her griefes her losse her cares and paine Return'd with ioyes inestimable gaine But now a true relation I will make How this blest Virgin did the world forsake 'T is probable that as our Sauiour bid Saint Iohn to take her home that so he did And it may be suppos'd she did abide With him and in his house vntill she dide Iohn did out-liue th'Apostles euery one For when Domitian held th' Imperiall Throne To th'Ile of Pathmos he was banisht then And there the Reuelation he did pen But whilst Iohn at Ierusalem did stay God tooke the blessed Virgins life away For after Christs Ascension it appeares She on the earth suruiued fifteene yeeres Full sixty three in all she did endure A sad glad pilgrimage a life most pure At sixty three yeeres age her life did fade Her soule most gracious was most glorious made Where with her Son her Sauiour her Lord God She euerlastingly hath her abode In such fruition of immortall glory Which cannot be describ'd in mortall story There mounted meelâ—e she sits in Maiesty Exalted there is her humility There she that was adorned full of Grace Beheld her Maker and Redeemers face And there she is amongst all blessed spirits By imputation of our Sauiours merits She there shall euer and for euer sing Eternall praise vnto th' Eternall King When she had paid the debt that all must pay When from her corps her soule was past away To Gethsemany with lamenting cheare Her sacred body on the Beere they beare There in the earth a Iewell was inter'd That was before all earthly wights prefer'd That Holy wife that Mother that pure Maid At Gethsemany in her graue was laid LENVOY This worke deserues the worke of better wit But I like Pilate say What 's writ is writ If it be lik'd poore artlesse I am glad And Charity I hope will mend what 's bad I know my selfe the meanest amongst men The most vnlearnedst that e'r handled pen But as it is into the world I send it And therefore pray commend it or come to end it FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WORTHY and Learned Gentleman S r. THOMAS Richardson Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of his Maiesties Court of Common Pleas and Speaker in the High Court of PARLIAMENT c. A double Anagramme THOMAS RICHARDSON AS MAN HONORDE CHRIT SO CHRIST HONERD A MAN YOur name includes that As Man honorde Christ So God againe through Christ honord a Man For if Man truely honor the most High'st Then Christ to honor Man both will and can Right Worthy Lord this in your name is true You honor Christ and Christ hath honord you RIGHT HONOVRABLE BVt that I am assured that your Noble disposition in all parts is sutable to the inside of this Booke I should neuer haue dared to Dedicate it to your Patronage for as it is a Diuine Poem so haâ—â— your Worship a religious heart As it hath an honest intention so haue you a brest euer full of â—â—â— thoughts which bring forth worthy actions as it is a whip or Scourge against all sorts of priat so hâ—â—e you euer beene an vfaigned louer of Courteous humanity and humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plaine to be pleased to giue it fauourable entertainment for the honesty that is in it and the dutifull affection of the Author Who is most obsequiously obliged to your Honour IOHN TAYLOR TO NO MATTER VVHO NO GREAT MATTER VVHERE YET TO BE READ THERE IS MATTER WHY ALTHOVGH NOT MVCH MATTER WHEN IT is no matter in whose hands or censure this my Superibae Flagellum or Whipping or Stripping of Pride fall into If it come into the view of true Nobility or Gentry I know it will be charitably accepted If into the hands of degenerate yongsters that esteeme Pride more then all the Liberall Sciences who account the foure Cardinall vertues inferiour to their owne carnall vices such a one will put me off with a scornefull tush a pish or a mew and commit my Booke to the protection of Ajax If a wise man reade it I know it will be discreetly censur'd if a Foole his Bolt is soone shot and I am arm'd against it if a Learned man peruse it he will beare with my bad Schollership if an vnlearned I care not for his opinion if a man of knowledge view it he will pardon my ignorance if an ignorant Asse see it he will bray out his owne if an honest rich man spy it he will be
tire Prouision in a moment spoyld and wasted Which kept might well for many yeeres haue lasted Then Famine like a Tyrant roames and rages Makes faint yet furious hauock of all ages The rich the poore the old the young all dyes All staru'd and fleshlesse bare Anatomies This was a plague of plagues a woe of woes On euery side their death did them inclose But yet the manner how to lose their breaths Did more torment them then an host of deaths To sally forth the Romanes shed their blood To stay within they starue for want of food And if they would goe forth the gates were shut And if they staid within their throats were cut That if they stay or goe or goe or stay Th' are sure to meet destruction euery way But of all torments hunger is the worst For through the stony walls they say 't will burst These people with warre woe and want beset Did striue how they might to the Romanes get They hopde to finde more mercy in their swords Then their still-dying famisht state affords Mans wit is sharpest when he is opprest And wisedome amongst euils likes the least They knew Vespasian for a Noble foe And one that did not glory in their woe They thought it best his â—lemency to try And not immurde with hungry famine dye Resolued thus dispairing in their hopes A number slyding downe the walls with ropes Fled vnto Tytus who bemoand their case Relieuing them and tooke them to his Grace Thus forty thousand neere with famine strau'd Were all vnhop'd for by their fâ—â—s preseru'd The Cittie Soldiers search'd each house to see Where any victuals might conuayed be And if they any found they thought it fit To beat the owners for concealing it But if they saw a man looke plumpe and fat His throat they presently would cut for that They thought him too much pampered too well fed And to saue meat and drinke they strike him dead Some men and women Rich and Nobly borne Graue all they had for one poore strike of corne And hid themselues and it below the ground In some close vault they â—at the same vn-ground If any could get flesh they eat it raw The stronger still the weakest ouer-awe For hunger banisht naturall respect It made the husband his owne wife reiect The wife doth snatch the meat from out his hand Which would and should hir loue and life coÌ„mand All pitty from the Mother was exilde She teares and takes the victuals from her Childe The Childe doth with the Parents play the thiefe Steales all their food and lets them pine in griefe Nor Free or Bond-man Fathers nor yet Mothers Wiues Husbands seruants masters sisters brothers Propinquitie or strong Affinitie Nor all the rights of Consanguinitie No Law or Rule or Reason could beare sway Where strength coÌ„mands there weaknes must obey The pining seruant will no master know The son his father will no duty show The Commons did no Magistrate regard Each one for one and but for one he carde Disordred like the cart before the horse All reu'rence and respect did yeeld to force These Miscreants with vigilance all watch'd Where they could see a doore or lock'd or latch'd There they supposd the people were at meat And in their outrage ope the doores they beat Where entring if they found them feeding fast From out their throats they teare the meat in haste Halfe eaten halfe vneaten they constraine The wretched people cast it vp againe They halde them by the eares the house about To force them bring supposed victuals out Some by the thumbs hang'd vp some by the toes Some prick'd with bodkins some with many blows Tormented were to force them to reueale Meat when they had not any to conceale Now all was fish that fell into the net And all was food that fraud or force could get Grasse hay barke leaues of trees and Dogs and Cats Toads frogs wormes snailes flies maggots mice and rats All filthy stinking and contagious rootes The couer of their Coaches shooes and bootes All vermine and the dung of fowles and beasts Were these poore wretches miserable feasts Things loathsome to be nam'd in time of plenty Amongst the fâ—am'd distressed Iewes were dainty This famine ran beyond all Natures bounds All motherly affection it confounds No blood or birth with it compassion won It forc'd a Woman kill her onely Son She rip'd him and dis-ioynted lim from lim She drest she boyld she broyld and rosted him She eat him she inter'd him in her wombe She made his births place his vntimely tombe From her by Nature did his life proceed On him vnnaturall she her selfe did seed He was her flesh her sinews bones and blood She eating him herselfe herselfe made food No wee her miserie can equallize No griefe can match her sad calamities The Soldiers smelt the meat and straight assemble Which wheÌ„ they saw with horror made theÌ„ treÌ„ble Each one with staring haire and ghastly looke Affrighted and amaz'd the house forsooke This horride action quickly ouercame These men whom force of man could neuer tame Thou that dost liue like to a fatted Brawne And cramst thy guts as long as thou canst yawne Thou that dost eat and drinke away thy time Accounting Gluttony a God no Crime Thou must haue Fowle as high as heau'n that pearc'd And hast the bowels of the Ocean search'd And from all places neere so farre reâ—ote Hast dainties for thy all-deuouring throat Whose pamperd paunch ne'r leaues to feed quaff Till it be made a Hogs trogh fill'd with draff Thinke on Ierusalem amidst thy Riot Perhaps 't will moue thee to a temp'rate diet And you braue Dames adorn'd with Iems Iewels That must haue Cawdles Cullisses and Grewels Conserâ—'s and Marchpanes made in sundry shapes As Castles Towres Horses Beares and Apes You whom no Cherries like your lick rish tooth But they must be a Pound a pound forsooth Thinke on Ierusalem amidst you glory And then you 'le be lesse dainty and more sorry What there auaild their beauty strength or riches Three things which all the spacious world bewitches Authoritie and Honor help'd them not Wrong trod downe Right and Iustice was forgot Their greatest chiefest only earthly good Was 't was no matter how they gâ—t it Food One little piece of bread they reckond more Then erst they did of bags of Gold before One scrap which full fed corps away doe â—ling With them had bin a ransom for a Kin. The lothsome garbadge which our Dogs refuse Had bin a dish of state amongst the Iewes Whilst Famine playd the Tyrant thus within The Romane Army striu'd the walls to win Their Enginers their Pioners and all Did mine and â—atter and assault the wall Ierusalem had three strong walls of stone And long 't was ere the Romans could get one The dearth and death of sword and famine spred The streets that liuing trod vpon the dead And many great mens houses full were fill'd With carkases which
the Land Lord knowes when the Tenant shall depart yet we are ignorant and know neither when where nor how therefore though there bee no flying from death when God hath appointed it so we not knowning the time when wee shall dye must seeke to preserue life by shunning perils and dangers of death let vs make much of life whilst we haue it for wee doe not know how long we shall keepe it and let vs haue a care to liue well and then I am sure wee are out of feare to dye ill Being it is both naturall lawfull and commendable to auoid all these dangers aforesaid I hold it much reason to shunne the place or person infected with the Plague or Pestilence But here may arise an obiection for Master Mulligrubs Mistris Fump Goodman Beetle the Constable Gaffer Lagg the Hedgborough and Block the Tythingman will say that they did but seeke their owne safeties and preseruations in not entertaining the Londoners for they were ignorant and did not know who were in health or cleare and who were infectious in which regard they thought it the surest course to relieue or harbour none at all this is partly answered before for no man doth or can taxe them for being wary and carefull but for their vnchariblenesse and vnchristianlike dealing both to the quicke and dead for the Towne of Henden in Middlesex seuen miles from London was a good Country president if the rest had the grace to haue followed it for they relieued the sicke they buried the dead in Christian buriall and they being but a small Village did charitably collect eight pounds at the lest which they sent to relieue the poore of Saint Andrewes in Holborne besides they allowed good weekely wages to two men to attend and bury such as dyed and though they are no Pharises to ploclaime their owne charity yet I could not ouerslip their deserued commendations In many other places there hath been much goodnesse and Christian loue exprest for the which no doubt but there is more then an earthly reward in store For I taxe not all Townes and Villages though I thinke most of them doe harbour some in the shapes of men with the mindes of Monsters A man sicke of an Ague lying on the ground at Maydenhead in Barkeshire with his Fit violently on him had stones cast at him by two men of the Towne whom I could name and when they could not cause him to rise one of them tooke a Hitcher or long Boate-hooke and hitch'd in the sicke mans Breeches drawing him backward with his face groueling on the ground drawing him so vnder the Bridge in a dry place where hee lay till his Fit was gone and hauing lost a new Hat went his way One was cast dead into the Thames at Stanes and drawne with a Boat and a rope downe some part of the Riuer and dragged to shore and indiched One at Richmond was drawne naked in the night by his owne Wife and Boy and cast into the Thames where the next day the corpâ— was found One at Stanes carried his dead Wife on his backe in a Coffin and faine to be Bearer Priest Clarke Sexton and Graue-maker himselfe thete and many more I could speake vpon knowledge and should I write all that I am truely informed of my Booke would out-swell the limits of a Pamphlet let it suffice that God hath not forgotten to be gracious and mercifull our sicknesse he hath turned to health our mourning into ioy and our desolations into full and wholesome habitations and though the Country in many places doth beginne to share in this Contagion let them not doubt but they shall finde the City more charitable and hospitable then they deserue or can expect And so God in mercy turne his fierce wrath both from them and vs. FINIS TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEENE ARE VVILL OR WOVLD BE MASTERS OF A SHILLING OR TWELVE-PENCE SIR Iohn Mandeuill an English Knight a famous Trauailer and discouerer of forraine Maners Regions and Rarieties Christopher Collumbus Magellane Hernando Cortez Don Diego de Almagro Drake Hawkins Frosbushir Baskeruile Cauendish and many more worthy Trauailers of our owne other Nations whose honourable dangerous laudable atchieuements haue made their meritorius names to be Recorded to the admiration of the time past present and to future postcrity yet if it be well considered it will plainely appeare that all their laborious endeauours had an end with their liues But the Trauailer that Itreate of the Thrice-treble-triumphant Troynouantine Twelue-pence is like a perpetuall motion in a continuall trauell to whose Iourney there can be no end vntill the world come to a finall dissolution and period For the progresse of Coriat was but a walke in regard of my Shillings per ambulation and if the inke and Paper-murthering fictions should be true of Amadis de Gaule Huon Sir Egre Beuis Guy the Mirrour of Knighthood the seuen Champions Chinon Sir Dagonet Triamore Monsieur Mallegrindo Knight of the frozen Ile If it were possible that all their lyes should be true of the great Trauels of those imaginarse and neuer seene worthies yet must they all come short of the praise that is due to my trauelling Twelue-pence I could haue bussied my braines about many other subiects as quicke Epigrams biting Satyres Sharpe Iambicks soothing Elegies pleasant Pastorals Odes Madrigals or Roundelayes alluring Sonnets flattering Epithalamiums or lying Epitaphs Panegericks or name-seruing Acrosticks and Annagrams losty Tragedie lowly Comedie riddling Morall or stately Heroicks either of all these I could haue poorely handled but that any Muse stumbled by chance vpon this Twelue-peny subiect wherein I would haue the Reader to consider what in some places I speake onely of a Shilling or Twelue-pence and in some places generally of Money â—â— haue set downe the manner of my Shillings shifting of Masters more often then the Serieants doe for they vse the old Sherifs like Almanacks out of date and yeerely serue the new but Twelue-pence hath sometimes twelue sixteene or twenty Masters in a day In a word Reader I doe not beg your fauour â—raue your acceptance entreat your kindnesse implore your loue or request your friendship for it is not any of these in particular that seeke or care for but generally at all I ayme and for all I hope and being in that hope I leaue you to Reade and Iudge of my insuing Labours and my Twelue-pences Trauels Yours as you please to be mine IOHN TAYLOR THE TRAVELS OF TVVELVE-PENCE Imagine Reader to his griefe and glory Twelue-pence him selfe declares his wandring story Relating how he first was borne and bred And how about the world he Trauailed IF any one as I dare boldly done a No man dares confesse his whole life and actions as my Twelue-pence doth His Bitth his breeding and his Life declare Let him appeare and I dare lay my necke He wil be hang'd or else deserue a checke From vast America's rude barbarous bounds b Where
at the Cambrian game of whip-her-ginny or English one and thirty at which sport hee would some dayes lose a sheepe or two for which if his father corrected him hee in reuenge would driue the sheepe home at night ouer a narrow bridge where some of them falling besides the bridge were drowned in the swift brooke The old man being wearied with his vngracious dealing complained to a Iustice thinking to affright him from doing any more the like In briefe before the Iustice the youth was brought where vsing small reuerence and lesse manners the Iustice said to him Sirrah you are a notable villaine you play at Cards and lose your fathers theepe at one and thirty The Boy replied that it was a lye A lye quoth the Iustice you saucy knaue dost thou giue me the lye No qd the boy I gaue not you the lye but you told me the lye for I neuer lost sheepe at one and thirty for when my game was one and thirty I alwayes wonne Indeed said the Iustice thou saist true but I haue another accusation against thee which is that you driue your fathers sheepe ouer a narrow bride where some of them are oftentimes drowned That 's a lye too quoth the boy for those that go ouer the bridge are well enough it is onely those that fall beside which are drowned Whereto the Iustice said to the boys father Old man thou hast brought in two false accusations against thy sonne for he neuer lost sheepe at one and thirty nor were there euer any drowned that went ouer the bridge 20 A Quiblet A Captaine passing through a roome where a woman was driuing a buck of clothes but he thinking she had been brewing saw a dish and dipped some small quantity of the Lye which he supposing to be mault-wort dranke vp preseÌ„tly began to sweare spit spatter spaule the woman asked him what he ayled he told her and called her some scuruy names saying he had swallowed Lye Nay then I cannot blame you to be angry for you being a Souidier and a Captaine it must needs trouble your stomacke to swallow the Lye 21 A Country fellow that had not walked much in streets that were paued came to London where a dog came suddenly out of a house and furiously ran at him the fellow stooped to take vp a stone to cast at the Dog and finding them all fast rammed or paued in the ground quoth hee what strange Country am I in where the people tye vp the stones and let the dogs loose 22 AN honest Mayor of a Towne being all Mercy and no Iustice louing ease and quietnesse and vnwilling to commit any offence or offender one said of him that hee was like the herbe Iohn in a pottage por for that herbe did not giue any taste at all either good or bad but an excellent colour so the Mayor did neither good nor harme but as an image of a Mayors authority filled vp the roome 23 A Iustice of the Peace being angry with a pilsering Knaue said Sirrah if thou dost not mend thy manners thou wist bee shortly hanged or else I will bee hanged for thee The bold knaue replyed I thanke your worship for that kind offer and I beseeâ—h your worship not to be out of the way when I shall haue occasion to vse you 24 CErtaine Iustices of the Peace being informed of the odious abuses daily committed by drunkennesse in their Iurisdictions did according to their places and duties meet at a market towne and sate two dayes hearing informations and working reformations at last they concluded that the Ale and Beere were too strong and therefore commanded that from thence forth smaller drinke should bee brewed whereby these vnruly people might sometimes goe to bed sober But one mad to spot fellow being much grieued at this order hauing made himselfe halfe pot-shaken without feare or wit came to the Iustices and asked them if they had sate two dayes about the brewing of small drinke to whom one of the Iustices replyed yes Why then quoth the drunkard I pray you sit three daies more to know who shall drinke it for I will none of it 25 THere was a Scottish Gentleman that had sore eyes who was counselled by his Physitians to forbeare drinking of wine but hee said hee neither could nor would forbeare it maintaining it for the lesser euill to shut vp the windowes of his body then to suffer the house to fall downe through want to reparations 26 VPon the death of Queene Elizabeth there was a Mayor of a Country Towne sitting in consultation with his Brethren to whom hee grauely said My Brethren and Neighbours I doe heare that the Queene is dead wherefore I thought it exceeding fit wee should despaire to this place that being dissembled together wee might consult of our estates for I doubt mee wee shall haue another Queene or a King and I stand in great feare that the people will be vnrude so that wee shall bee in danger of strange Resurrection 27 ANother Mayor that was on hunting by chance one asked him how hee liked the Cry a pox take the Dogs saith hee they make such a bawling that I cannot heare the Cry 28 AN old Iustice was fast asleepe on the Bench when a poore Malefactor was iudged to bee hanged at which word the Iustice suddenly awaked and said to the Thiefe My friend I pray let this bee a warning to you looke you doe so no more for wee doe not show euery man the like fauour 29 AN old Recorder of a Citty in this Land was busie with a Country Mayor in the â—â—â— space they were interrupted by a fellow that was brought before him for killing of a man my Lord asked the fellowes name who answered his name was Gilman Said my Lord take away G and thy name is Ilâ—â—â— put K to it thy name is Kilman and put â—â—â— and thy name is Spilman thou art halse log'd already as the prouerbe sayes for thou hast an ill name let a man vary it how â—â—â— can The Mayor all this while stood by musing â—â— my Lords canuasing the mans name and â—â—ward being at home among his owne good people he had an offender brought before him for getting a Wench with child Master Mayor asked him his name the fellow said if it please your worship my name is â—â—â— Then Master Mayor striuing to imiâ—â—â— my Lord said take away G and thy name â—â— put K to it it is Kilman put Sp to â—â—â— and thy name is Spilman thou art a knaue thou hast an ill name and thou shalt bee hanged c. 30 c. A Quiblet MAster Field the Player riding vp Fleetstrees a great pace a Gentleman called him and asked him what Play was played that day hee being angry to be stayd vpon so friâ—lous a demand answered that he might see what Play was to be playd vpon euery Poste lâ—y you mercy said the Gentleman I tooke you for a Poste you road so fast 31 ONe
Rowland Yorke and Sir William Stanley turned Trayâ—â—rs September 13. 11. An English Gentleman * This Stafford was a Gentleman well descended his Mother was of the Bed chamber to the Queene and his Brother Leiger Ambassador in France at the same time William Stafford nam'd Was by the French Ambassador perswaded That if hee 'd kill the Queene he should be fam'd For by her death might England be inuaded Besides for it the Pope would thankfull be And all the house of Guise should be his friends But Stafford to their plots feemet ' agree Yet told the councell on his knees their ends These things vnto th' Ambassador were told And Stafford did auouch them to his face Which he deny'd audaciously and bold Much ill beseeâ—â—ing his estate and place Thus what foâ—euer gainâ—t our Church was wrought God still did bring their purposes to nought year 1587 12. This yeare Spaine with a mighty preparation With tweluescore Vessels loadeth Neptunes backe With thirty thousand men attempts inuafion Of Englandâ— Kingdome and Elizâ—â—s wracke Then many a bragging desperate doughty Don Proud of the strength of that great huge * The Spanish fleeâ— were in all of Ships Gallâ—ons Gallies and Pinaces 242. of Souldiers Mariners and Galley â—â—â—â—â— 31030. of great Ordnance 2630. Our Fleet were in all but 112. the Campe as Tiâ—bury were 22000 foot and 12000. horse Armadâ— Went barely off though they came brauely on The power of Heauen opposing their branado Our numbers vnto theirs inferiour â—arre Yet were they tane sunke slaine bang'd thump'd batter'd Because the Lord of Hosts the God of Warre He was our trust and ayde our â—oes he scater'd His name is oner all the world most glorious And through his power his Church is still victorious year 1588 13. Lopez a Doctor by descent a â—ew A Portâ—â—gaâ— by birth the Queenes physitiâ—n Forgetting duty to his Soueraigne due Would poyson her to further Spaines ambition The Spaniards and the Doctor are compacting How this sweet piece of seruice might be done They promise gold and he doth vow the acting A bargaine wisely made is partly wonne But this base Iew is taken in the trap The Queene preâ—erâ—'d the Spaniards cake is dough The Doctor wrong'd his breeches by mishap And hanging his reward was good enough Still treasons working though its lucke be ill Gods gracious power his Church defending still year 1589 The Queene had beene gracious and beautifull to this same Lopez many wayes and hee was accounted a man of good integrity till hee was corrupted by the Pope and Spaniard At his Araignment feare made him wrong his â—â—â—ches he was hanged at Tyâ—â—rns 14. Tyrone supported by the Pope and Spaine Had put our English Kingdome to much cost Perceiuing all his treasons were in vaine His dangers desperate fruitlesse labour lost Although his Holinesse from Rome had sent A plume of Phoenix feathers for a blessing Which bable from Tyrone could not preuent Rewards of Iustcie for his long transgressing To the Lord Deputy be doth suâ—mit Craues the kings mercy and obtained the same Yet afterward he did his faith forget And new rebeilions did in Ireland frame At last with guilty minde away he flyes Thus God confounds his Churches enemies year 1587 Tyrone an Irish Earle a man of great power and Policie a most peruitions and dangerous trayter 1604. bee came into England and was most graciously pardoned by the King yet afterward would haue leâ— all Ireland rebellion but faâ—ling of his purpose fled to Rome 15. Mongst all these dangers Queene Elizabeth Preserued still and reigned â—oyally Defended all her life from violent death And seauenty yeares of age dy'd naturally To her succeeded as his propâ—r right King Iames Great Britaines blessed Salomon When straight began new tricks of Romish spight For Church and King and Laâ—ds subuersion Watson * They would haue altered Religion brought in Forraigne power imprisoned the King and raised Arbella Watson Clarke Master George Brooke executed Clarke two Priests two Popish brothers Seduc'd Lords Cobham Gray two Noblemen Sir Walter Rawleigh Markham Brooke and others To take the King and him in pâ—fon pen. The plot 's found Iustice would th'â—â—â— ndors kill But the Kings mercy sau'd what L. w might â—pill year 1603 The Kings mercy saued the Lord Cobham Lord Gray Sir Walter Rawleigh Sir Griffith Markeham at the Blocke as the stroake was readis to bee giuen 16. Now treason plotted in th' infernall Den Hâ—ls mischiefe master peece began to worke Assisted by vnnaturall Englishâ—â—â— And lesâ—ites that within this Land did lurke These would Saint Peter-to Salt peâ—â—er turne And make our Kingdome caper in the ayre At one blast Prince and Peeres and commons burn And fill the Land with murder and dispaire No treasonere might be compar'd to this Such an escape the Church had nere before The glory's Gods the victory is his Not vnto vs to him be praise therefore Our Church is his her foes may vnderstand That he defends her with his mighty hand year 1605 Percy and Catesby would needs be heads of this treason and their heads are aduanced for it on the Parliament house they were killed with powder being both shot and burnt and powder was the mainâ— Instrument of their hopes All the Traytâ—rs falling into the ' Pit which they had prepared for vs. Not any of all these treasons but eyther the Popâ— the Spanish King Priests or Iesuites had a hand in it 17. The dangers of a long and tedious way The perils of the raging Sea and Land The change of ayre and dyet many a day And Romes temptations which thou did withstand And after all thy safe returne againe Amongst those blessings make vp much more blest In mind and body â—â—â—â— from Rome and Spaine For which our â—â—â—â— to heauen is â—â—â—â—â—â—â— prest Long mayst 〈…〉 Gracious instrument To propagaâ—e his Gospell and his glory All Antichistian foes to 〈…〉 And with thy aâ—â—s to fill a royall story That 〈…〉 truly may â—â—â—â—â— These Deeds were done by Britaines CHALES the Great year 1623 Great â—â—â—â— the interprize and hazard of our gracieus Pride â— but greatâ—â—â— was Gods iâ—guiding and guarding him backe againe to all Ioy and Comforts 18 And last of all with Heart and â—â—nds erected Thy Church doth magnifie thy name Oâ—Lâ—â—â—â— Thy prouidâ—â—ce p 〈…〉 thy power protected Thy planted â—â—â— according to thy Word My God what shall I rende â—â—â—â—â—â—â— For all thy guise â—â—â—â— doâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— Loue and vnfained Thankeâ—â—â—â—â—â— shall be Ascribed for thy Mercies â—â—â—â—â—yes To thee my Priest my Prophet and my King My Loue my Counsellor and Comforter To thee alone I onely praised sing For onely thou art myâ— Deliuerer All Honour Glory Power and Praise therefore Ascribed be to thee for euermore The Churches Thankesgiuing to God for all his Mercies and her Deliuerances The Church of Christ doth acknowledge no other Intercessor Desenrer Maintinrer and Deliuerer but onely Christ himselfe FINIS
griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
Were by his reading graced and made better And howsoeuer they were good or ill His bourty shew'd he did accept them still He was so good and gracious vate me That â— the vilest wretch on earth should be If for his sake I had not writ this Verse My last poore dutie to his Royall Hearse Two causes made me this sad Poems wrue The first my humble dutie did inurte The last to shunne that vice which doth include All other vices foule Ingratitude FINIS FOR The sacred memoriall of the great Noble and ancient Example of Vertue and Honor the Illustrious and welbeloued Lord CHARLES HOWARD Earle of Nottingham Iustice in Eyre of all his Maiesties Forrests Parks and Chases on this side Trent Knight of the Honourable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honourable Pâ—iuie Councell Who departed this Life at his Mannour of Halâ—ing in Surrey on Thurseday the 14. of December 1624. and was buried at Rigate amongst his Honourable Ancestors the 20. of December last 1624. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE Right Worshipfull of both Sexes who had either alliance by Marriage Consanguinity by Birth or bore loue to the Right Noble and truly vertuous deceased I Humbly craue your Worthinessetâ— excuse This boldnesse of my poore vnlearned Muse That hath presum'd so high a pitch to flye In praise of Vertue and Nobility I know this taske most fit for Learned men For Homer Ouid or for Virgils pen But for I with him haue both seru'd and sail'd My gratefull duty hath so farre preuail'd Boldly to write true Honours late decease Whilst better Muses please to hold their peace And thus much to the world my Verse proclaimes That neither gaine nor flattery are my aimes But loue and duty to the Noble dead Hath caus'd me cause these Lines be published And therefore I entreat your gen'rous Hearts Tâ— accept my duty pardon my deserts Beare with my weakenesse winke at my defects Good purposes doe merit good effects Poore earthen Vessels may hold precious Wint And I presume that in this booke of mine In many places you shall something finde To please each Noble will affected minde And for excuse my Muse doth humbly plead That you 'l forbeare to iudge before you read He that is euer a true wel-wisher and â—â—â—sequious Seruant to your Honours Worships and Noble Personages Iohn Taylor SOme few yeeres since I rode to my Lords Mannour of Halcing in Surrey where I presented his Lordship with a Manuscript or written Booke of the names and degrees of all the Knights of the Noble Order of the Garter since the first institution by king Edward the third which was of mine owne collections out of Windsor Cattle and some authontike â—â—â—â— His Lordship receiued it gratefully and rewarded me honorably in the which Booke was â—â—â— Anagram of his name and Earledome of Nottingham which â—old very 〈…〉 to be heâ—reâ—â—â— under Printed because it falles correspondent to the reuerence of his â—â— and the happinesse which the words import Charles Howard Earle of Nottinghame Anagramma O Heauen cals and hath true Glorie for me And happy was this happy Anagram Heauen calls Charles Howard Earle of Nottingham And he obeyd the call and gain'd true glory For change of earthly Titles transitory For the sacred Memoriall of the Great Noble and Ancient example of Vertue and Honour the Illustrious and welbeloued Lord Charles Howard Earle of Nottingham Iustice in Eyre of all his Maiesties Forrests Parks and Chases on this side Trent Knight of the Honorable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable priuy Councell WHat English Muse forbeares to shead a teare For Englands Nestor grauest oldest Peere Not onely old in number of his dayes But old in vertue all good mens praise Whose actions all his pilgrimage did passe More full of honour then his title was And though his corps be seuer'd from his spirit And that the world sufficient knowes his merit Yet shall my poore vnworthy artlesse Verse â—â— dutious seruice wait vpon his Hearse My selfe his Honour on the Seas attended And with his bounty haue I beene befriended And to acquite me from vnthankfulnesse My lines shall here my gratitude expresse No monumentall Marble reard on hie He needs t'emblaze him to posterity No flattring Epitaph he needs to haue To be engrau'd vpon a gawdie graue His life and actions are his Monument Which fills each kingdome Clime and Continent And when their memories shall stinke and dye Who in most stately sepulchers doe lay Then royall histories shall still relate To each degree or age or sex or state The vertue valour bounty and the fame Of Englands all-beloued Nottingham And Noble hearts his memory shall retaine Vntill the world to Chaos turne againe That yeere of wonderment call'd eighty eight When fraud and force did our destruction wait When Hell and Rome and Spaine did all agree That wee should vanquish'd and inuaded be Our foes at Sea thirty one thousand men With neere foure hundred ships and â—â—â—lies then Then this White Lyon rowz'd with â—â—â—â—â—ue Defending both his ounrry and his Queene Like second Mars to battell braue he wenâ— God making him his worthy instrument His Chiefraine Champion and his Generall With sixe score ships and Vessels great aâ—â—â—mall To conquer those that did for conquest â—â—â— And foyle the pow'r of Hell and â—â—â— and â—â— Then valour was with resolution mixt And manhood with true Fâ—uoâ—â— â—â—â— When death and danger â—â—â—â—tned euery where Braue Charles all â—earel 〈…〉 â—â—â— did encourage can When roring cannons counâ—â—â— heau'ns thunder And slaughteâ—d men their vessels â—â—â— vnder The Sun eclips'd with â—â—â—â— skies darke and dim And batt'ring bullets seuered â—im from liâ—â— When as that Sea might bee the Rea Sea call'd Then he with dreadlesse courage vnappaâ—l'd Like a bright Bâ—acon or a blazing Staire Approu'd himselfe a thunder â—â—olr of warre Whose valour and example valiantly Pursu'd and wonne a glorious victory And then by him through the Almighties hand Preserued from inuasion was this Land So that who euer shall his Tombe passe by And shall enquire who there doth buried lye If answere be but made He 's in this Graue Who did in Eighty eight this Kingdome saue Then is the â—otall told and seruice best Where with this little Land was euer blest At * 1596 Cales likewise the Sea-fight we did win By his direction and graue disciplin The Spanish ships soone from his force retir'd Some torne some sunke some taken and some fir'd And whensoere he gaue the ouerthrow He nere insulted ore his conquerd foe But like a Noble Lyon euery way He scorn'd to prey vpon a yeelding prey With pitty piety and true remorce His clemency was mixt with manly force Vnto his foes a noble care he had Nor would affliction to affliction adde So that his enemies much cause did find To loue and honour his true noble mind Yet 'gainst offenders he was sharply
bent Seuere in throats and milde in punishment His iustice would condemne and in a breath His mercy sau'd whom iustice doom'd to death His aduersaries he did ofe relieue And his reuenge was onely to forgiue He knew that well got honour nere shall die But make men liue vnto eternitie It as his greatest riches he esteem'd And Infamy he basest begg'ry deem'd He knew through worthy spirits may be croft Yet if they lose no honour nothing's lost And those that haue afraid of enuy bin True honour or good fame did neuer win If he an auaritioâ—s mind had bore Of wealth no subiect then had had such store So many yeeres Englands high Admirall Fees offices and prizes that did fall With gifts and fauors from the queene and State And other things amounting to a rate That had he beene a mixer close of hand No subiect had beene richer in this Land In deeds of pitty and ture charity Good house-keeping and hospitality Bounty and courteous affability He was the Brooch of true Nobility And for these vertues men shall scarcely find That he a fellow here hath left behind He knew that Auarice and Honour be Two contraries that neuer will agree And that the Spender shall haue true renowne When infamy the Mizers fame shall drowne He euery way most nobly was inclin'd And lou'd no wealth but riches of the mind His Pleasure was that those that did retaine To him and serue should by him thriue and gainâ— And he thought t' was enough for him to haue When as his seruants did both get and saue So amongst Nobles I think few are such That keepes so little giues away so much His latest VVill did make it plaine appeare The loue which to his seruants he did beare To great and small amongst them more or lesse His bounty did expresse his worthynesse To all degrees that seru'd him euery one His liberality excepted none And though base Enuy often at him strooke His fortitude was like a Rocke vnshooke He knew that Fortunes changing was not strange Times variation could not make him change The frothy pompe of Earths Prosperity Nor enuious clouds of sad aduersity Within his minde could no mutation strike His courage and his carriage were alike For when base Peasants shrinke at fortunes blowes Then magnimity most richly showes His grauity was in his life exprest His good example made it manifest His age did no way make his vertue liue But vertue to his age did honour giue So that the loue he wan t is vnderstood T was not for being old but being good Thus like a pollish'd Iewell ' mongst his Peers His vertue shin'd more brighter then his yeers For Wisdome euer this account doth make To loue age onely but for vertues sake Neere ninety yeeres an honoured life he led And honour 's his reward aliue and dead For who so nobly heer his life doth frame Shall for his wages haue perpetuall fame His meditations hee did oft apply How he might learne to liue to learne to dye And dy to liue and reigne in glorious state Which changing time can ne'r exterminate And therefore long his wisdome did forecast How he might best reforme offences past Order things present things to come foresee Thus would his latter yeeres still busied be He saw his Sand was neer runne out his Glasse And wisely pondred in what state he was His waning yeeres his body full of anguish Sense failing spirits drooping force to languish The ruin'd cottage of weake flesh and blood Could not long stand his wisdome vnderstood He saw his tyde of life gan ebbe so low Past all expectance it againe should flow He knew his pilgrimage would soone expire And that from whence he came he must retire Old age and weake infirmities contend Mans dissolution warnes him of his end He knew all these to be deaths messengers His Calends Pursiuants and Harbingers And with a Christian conscience still he mark'd He in his finall voyage was imbark'd Which made him skilfully his course to steere The whilst his iudgment was both sound cleare To that blest Hauen of eternall rest Where he for euer liues among the blest He did esteeme the world a barren field The nought but snares tares and cares did yeeld And therefore he did sow his hopes in heauen Where plentious encrease to him is giuen Thus was the period of his lifes expence The Noble Nottingham departed hence Who many yeeres did in his Countries right In peace and warre successefull speake and fight Our oldest Garter Knight and Counsellor And sometimes Britaines great Ambassador Now vnto you suruiuers you that be The Branches of this honourable Tree Though Verses to the dead no life can giue They may be comforters of those that liue We know that God to man hath life but lent And plac'd it in his bodies tenement And when for it againe the Landlord cals The Tenant must depart the Cottage fals God is most iust and he will haue it knowne That he in taking life takes but his owne Life is a debt which must to God be rendred And Natures retribution must be tendred Some pay in youth and some in age doe pay But t is a charge that all men must defray For t is the lot of all mortality When they being to liue begin to dye And as from sin to sin we wander in So death at last is wages for our sinne He neither hath respect to sex or yeares Or hath compassion of our sighes nor teares He 'll enter spight of bars or bolts or locks And like a bold intruder neuer knockes To Kings and Caitiâ—â—es rich poore great and small Death playes the tyrant and destroyes them all He calls all creatures to account most strict And no mans power his force can contradict We must perforce be pleas'd with what he leaues vs And not repine at ought which he berâ—anes vs. Hee 's lawlesse and â—s folly to demand Amends or restitution at his hand He doth deride the griefe of those that mourne And all our fraile afflictions laugh to scorne For hee condemnes and neuer heares the cause He takes away despight the power of Iawes Yet hee our vassall euer doth remaine From our first birth vnto our graue againe And God doth in his seruice him employ To be the bad mans terrour good mans toy Death is the narrow doore to life eternall Or else the broad gate vnto death internall But our Redeemer in his spotlesse offering Did lead the way for vs to heauen by suffering He was the death of death when he did die Then Death was swallow'd vp so victory And by his rising blessed soules shall rue And dwell in the celestial Paradise For these respects you whose affinity Propinquity or consanguinity Whose blood or whose alliance challenge can A part in this deceased Noble man The law of Nature and affection moues That griefe and sorrow should expresse your loues He was your secondary maker and Your authors earthly being and