learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord. He doth desire their Faith may still increase He wishes their prosperity and peace Galathians He tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for
Steward be Which at the last the Lord shall faithfull finde Heart tongue or eyes cannot thinke speake or see The glory that to him shall be assignde He shall out-passe the Angells in degree He shall out-shine all Starres that euer shinde He shall for euer and for euer sing Eternall prayses to his God and King 85 Vnto which God the Father first and last Whose goodnes all conseru's preseru's and seeds To God the Sonne whose merits downe hath cast Sinne death and hell due vnto sinners meeds To thee O Holy Ghost that euer wast The blessing that from Sire and Sonne proceeds And to the vn-deuided Three in One All Power and Praise and Glory be alone FINIS TO THE TRVELY VVORTHY AND RIGHT HONOVRABLE IOHN MORAY L. VISCOVNT ANNAN EARLE OF Annandale one of the Gentlemen of his Maiesties Royall Bed-chamber Earths Honours and Heauens happinesse THis Booke Good Sir the issue of my braine Though farre vnworthy of your worthy view Yet I in duty offer it to you In hope you Gently it will entertaine And though the Method and the Phrase be plaine Not Artlike writ as to the stile is due Yet is it voyde of any thing vntrue And truth I know your fauour shall obtaine The many fauours I from you haue had Hath forc'd me thus to shew my thankefull minde And of all faults I know no vice so bad And hatefull as ingratefully inclinde A thankefull Heart is all a poore mans pelfe Which with this Booke I giue your Worthy Selfe Your Worships euer most obliged IOHN TAYLOR THE SEVERALL SIEGES ASSAVLTS SACKINGS AND FINALL DESTRVCTION OF the Famous Ancient and memorable Citty of IERVSALEM THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of heau'ns inst mercifull Almighty KING By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made al protected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice flame Who was is shall be One and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for himselfe made Man Made not begotten or of humane birth No Sire but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne'r knew Childhood of the â—ucking teate But at the first was made a man compleat Whose inward Soule in God-like forme did shine As Image of the Maiestie Diuine Whose supernaturall wisedome beyond Nature Did name each sensible and sencelesse creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung euery Kindred Kingdome Tribe and Nation All people then one language spake alone Interpreters the world then needed none There liued then no learned deepe Grammarians There were no Turkes no Scythians no Tartarians Then all was one and one was onely all The language of the vniuersall Ball. Then if a Traueller had gone as farre As from the Artick to th' Antartick starre If he from Boreas vnto Auster went Or from the Orient to th' Occident Which way soeuer he did â—â—â— or minde He had beene sure his Country-man to find One hundred thirty winters since the Flood The Earth one onely language vnderstood Vntill the sonne of Cush the sonne of Cham A proud cloud-scaling Towre began to frame Trusting that if the world againe were drown'd He in his lofty building might rest sound All future Floods he purposd to preuent Aspiring to Heau'ns glorious Battlement But high Iehouah with a puff was able To make ambitious Babel out a bable For what is man that he should dare resist The great Almighties pow'r who in his fist Doth gripe Eternity and when he please Can make and vnmake Heau'n and Earth Seas For in their expectation of conclusion He plag'd them all with sundry Tongues confusion Such Gibrish Gibble Gabble all did tangle Some laugh some fret all prate all diffring wrangle One calls in Hebrew to his working Mate And he in Welch Glough wheâ— Comrage doth prate Another gapes in English or in Scotch And they are answer'd in the French or Dutch Caldaicke Syriacke and Arabian Greeke Latine Tuscan and Armenian The Transiluaniae and Hungarian The Persian and the rude Barbarian All these and diuers more then I can number Misunderstanding tongues did there incumber Thus he that sits in Heau'n their plots derided And in their height of pride their tongues deuided For in this sudden vnexpected chang The wife and husband Sire and sonne were strange The Brother could not vnderstand the Brother The Daughter stands amazed at her Mother By euery one a seuerall part is acted And each vnto the other seemesdistracted Thus by the iustice of the Lord of Hosts Each seuerall tongue was driu'n to seuerall coasts And GOD peculiar to himselfe did chuse His most beloued yet hard-hearted Iewes Iehouahs honor with them then did dwetl His name was onely knowne in Israel Salem his habitation was of yore In Sion men his Glory did adore Th' Eternall Trine and Trine Eternall One In Iury then was called on alone The sonnes of Heber were the adopted stocke Gods onely Chosen holy sacred Flocke Amongst all Nations them he onely lik'd And for his owne vse them he culd and pik'd Them his sin-killing sauing word he gaue T' instruct them what condemn'd and what would saue To them he gaue his word his Couenants band His Patriarks his Prophets and his hand Did blesse defend instruct correct and guide The Iewes and no one Nation else beside For them a world of wonders hath he done To them he sent his best begotten Sonne On them a Land he freely did bestow Where milke and hony plentiously did flow With them he was till they from him did turne And wilfully against his blessings spurne All heau'nly earthly Soules or Bodies good They lack'd no temp'rall or eternall food His Temple builded in Ierusalem Where he had daily sacrifice from them Where though their seruice was defect and lame Th' Almighties mercy did accept the same For though Mans sin is great God hath decreed To take his best endeuour for a deed And whilst they in his loue and feare abode They were his people he their gracious God But when impieties began to breed And ouergrow old Iacobs sacred seed When they from good to bad began to fall From ill to worse from worst to worst of all When Gods great mercies could not them allure And his sharp threatnings could not them procure When each ones body was vnto the soule A lothsome Dungeon to a prisoner foule When sin al shamelesse the whole Land o'rspreads Then God threw dreadful vengeance on their heads And for their heynous heaping sin on sin Ierusalem hath oft assaulted bin First Shishak Egypts King with might and maine Made hauock there in Rehoboams Raigne The Citty Temple Golden vessels Shielas All as a prey to the Egyptians yeelds Next loas came the King of Israel In Amaziahs dayes with fury fell He brought Iudea to Samariaes thrall King Kingdome Princes Peeres and people all Then thirdly Rezin King of Aram came In Abaz time with sword and furious flame Th' Assyrian great Zonach'rib was
Right Honourable Thomas Lord Ridgewaye Treasurer THOMAS RIDGEWAYE Anagramma God Armes thy way Againe Age is made worthy THough sinne and hell worke mortals to betray Yet 'gainst their malice still God Armes thsway When life and lands and all away must fade By Noble actions Age is worthy made Certaine Sonnets made in the forme of AEquiuoques on the destruction of Troy VVHen Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate From Greece berest by Parto his Band Which caus'd the Greekes the Troian mâ—rds amaâ—e Som curl'd the boy and other some they band The strum pet Queene which brought the burning brand That Illion fir'd wrack'd old I'â—amâ— Race And on their Names long liuing shame dâ—d brand For head-strong lust runnes an vnbounded â—ace This beauteous peece whose feature radiant bâ—aze Made Menelaus horne-mad warre to wage And set all Troy in a combustious blaze Whose ten yeeres triumphs scarce was worthâ—â—â— wage For all their conquests and their battring Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Grandison Anagramma Harts Ioyne in loue THy loyall seruice to thy King doth proue That to thy Countrey thy Hart Ioyns in loue VVIth raging madnesse and with fury fell Great Diemed and Atax left their Tents And in the throat of death to blowes they fell To make more worke for plaisters and for tents With blood imbruing all the Phrygian Clime Whilst men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe Where som th'row blood wouÌ„ds to honor clime And some their mangled hims bestrows the downe Whilst Parâ—s with his Hellen in his Armes Imbraces her about the wastfull wast Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes Who from their Teuts made haste to make more waste Who to their Teuts did ne'r returne again Thus warres makes gaine a losse and losse a gaine HAd Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her Sonne The lustfull Paris hoplesse boy I meane Then Illions Towers might still haue brau'd the Sun His death to saue their liues had beene the meane Vnlucky lucke when Iuno Venus Prllas Did craue his censure vpon Ida Mount Whence sprung the cause that Troy Priams Palace Were burnt which erst the skyes did seem to mouÌ„t Had he been drown'd or strangled with a cord He had not rob'd Oenon of her heart Or had he dy'd ere Hellen did accord With him to head her husband like a Hart. But Troy it is thy fate this knaue and Baggage Confounds thy state and fire thy bag baggage TRoyes fruitfull Queene did many children beare So braue heroicke and so stout a Crue Who all in noble actions did accrue When age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their daintlesse courage to appeare Amidst the throngs of danger and debate Where wars remorselesse stroke kil'd many a Peer Whil'st swords not words their couÌ„sels did debate But bloud on bloud their fury could not sate For fierce Achilles did braue Hector gore To guerdon which the Grecian in his gore Did wallow whilest the Troians laughing sate Thus did Achilles bid the world adiew For Hectors death Reuenge did claime a due TEn wearie yeers these bloudy broyles did last Vntill the Greeks had form'd a woodden Steed Which they on Priam would bestow at last When force preuailes not falshood stands in stead False Sinon who so well could forge a lye Whose traitrous eyes shed many a trech'rous teare Knew well that in the horses wombe did lye The wolues that Troy did all in pieces teare Polyxena Achilles deare-bought deare Was hew'd in gobbets on her louers graue King Queene and Troy for Hellen paid too deare All felt the Grecian rage both young and graue To Kings and Commons death's alike all one Except AEneas who escap'd alone LO thus the burden of Adultrous guilt I showring vengeance Troy and Troiâ—nes saw No age no sexe no beauty Gold or guilt Withstood foretold Cassandraes sacred saw She often said false Hellens beautious blast Should be the cause the mighty Grecian pow'r Their names and fames with infamy should blast And how the gods on theÌ„ would vengeance powre But poore Cassandra prophesied in vaine She clam'rous cries as 't were to sencelesse Rocks The youths of Troy in merry scornefull veine Securelesse slept whil'st lust the cradle rocks Till bloudy burning Indignation came And all their mirth with mourning ouercame Certaine Sonnets variously composed vpon diuers subiects Sonnet 1 True Nobility GReat is the glory of the Noble minde Where life and death are equall in respect If fates be good or bad vnkinde or kinde Not proud in freedome nor in thrall deiect With courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in foule Enuies cankred face True honour thus doth baser thoughts subiect Esteeming life a slaue that serues disgrace Foule abiect thoughts become the mind that 's base That deemes there is no better life then this Or after death doth feare a worser place Where guilt is paid the guerdon of Amisse But let swolne enuy swell vntill shee burst The Noble minde defies her to her worst Sonnet 2. Enuy and Honour COuld Enuy dye if Honour were deceast She could not liue for Honour's Enuie's food She liues by sucking of the Noble blood And scales the loftie top of Fames high Crest Base thoughts compacted in the abiect brest The Meager Monster doth nor harme nor good But like the wane or waxe of ebbe or flood She shunnes as what her gorge doth most detest Where heau'n-bred honour in the Noble minde From out the Cauerns of the brest proceeds There hell-borne Enuy shewes her hellish kind And Vultur like vpon their actions feeds But here 's the ods that Honour's tree shall grow When Enuie's rotten stump shall burne in woe Sonnet 3. Beauties luster DEw drinking Phoebus hid his golden head Balm-breathing Zephyrus lay close immur'd The silly Lambs and Kyds lay all as dead Skies earth and seas all solace had abiur'd Poore men and beasts to toylesome tasks inur'd In dropping manner spent the drowzy day All but the Owle whose safety night assur'd She gladly cuts the ayre with whooting lay When lo the blossome of blooming May From out her Coach maiestickly doth rise Then Tytan doth his radiant beames display And clouds are vanisht from the vaulty skies Sweet Zephyris gales reuiueth beasts and men Madge Howlet scuds vnto her nest agen Sonnet 4. Hope and Despaire DOmestick broyles my tortur'd heart inuades Twixt wau'ring Hope and desp'rate black Despaire To prosecute my sute the one perswades The other frustrates all my hopes with cares Hope sets me on infer's shee 's fayrest faire â—dire disdaine doth dwell in foulest Cels And fell despaire calls beauty Enuies heire â—hich torments me more then ten thousand hels â— thus my former hope despaire expels â—â—st which extremes what 's best for me to doe â— open armes despaire 'gainst me rebels â—ope traytor-like giues free consent thereto And till these traytors twaine consume my citty â— restlesse rest to rest vpon her pitty
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire Which though men cannot praise enough adutire Sonnet 7. The Map of misery LIke to the stone that 's cast in deepest wane That rests not till the bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight his heart Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad With insides merry and with outsides sad What though by daily grinding of the poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
Westminster she buried doth abide And as the fame of this Imperiall Maâ—de Is through the world by the foure winds displaid So shall her memory for euer grace Her famous birth her death and buriall place At Teuxbury Anno 1574. the 24. of February being a hard frost the Riuer of Seuerne was couered with Flâ— and Beetles so that it was thought within the length of a paire of Buâ—â— to be 100. quarters of them the mâ—â—â—â—en stopped with them but from whence they came is unknown 1582. A piece of Land of three Acres in Dorsotshire iâ— the Parish of Armitage was suddenly remooâ—ed 600. fâ—â—t from the place where formerly it stood King Iames. An. Dom. 1601. VVHen as Elizaes wofull death was acted When this lamenting land was halfe distractedâ— WheÌ„ tears each loyall heart with grief had drown'd Then came this King and made our ioyes abound Ordain'd for vs by heauenly power diuine Then from the North this glorious starre did shine The Roall Image of the Prince of Peace The blest Concorder that made warres to cease By Name a STEVVARD and by Nature one Appointed from Iâ—houahs sacred Throne And by th' almighties hand supported euer That Treason or the Diuell should hurt him neâ—â—â— And as his Zeale vnto his God was great Gods blessings on him were each way compleat Rich in his Subiects loue a Kings best treasure Rich in content a Riches aboue measure Rich in his Princely Issue and in them Rich in his hopefull Branches of his stemme Rich in Munition and a Nauy Royall And richer then all Kings in seruants Loyall When Hell and Rome together did conspire To blow him and his kingdome vp with fire Then did the King of Kingâ— preserue our King And all the Traytors to confusion bring And who so reckons vp from first to last The many hel-hatch'd dangers he hath past Through all his daies he will beleeue no doubt That he with heauenly pow'rs was wall'd about All Christian Princes held his friendship deare Was fear'd for loue and not belou'd for feare And Pâ—â—gan Monarchs were in League combin'd With him as farre as is the Easterne Inde â—â—â— like a stâ—â—â— amidst a Riuer fix'd â—â— was his â—â—flicâ— with his mercy mix'd He â—riu'd to imitate his Maker still â—ed clemency preseru'd where Law would kill He hath cur'd England and heal'd Scotlands wounds And made them both great ancieÌ„t Britains bounds â—â—â— bloudy deadly â—eud the caus'd â—â— cease And â—â—â—â—â—'d hate he turn'd to Christian peace The mouth of warre he muzzled mute and dum He fill'd the roaring Cannon and the Drum â—â—ure in peace his people siâ—â— and dine With their owne fig-trees shaded and their vine Whilst in an vprore most of Christendome â—â—e nation doth another ouercome Vnto the King of Kings let 's pratles sing For giuing vs this happy peacefull King â—â—â—one know so well how they should peace prefer â—â—s those that know the miseries of warre â—Tis true though old and must not be forgot The warres are sweet to such as know them not Peace happy peace doth spread tranquillity Through all the bounds of Britaines Monarchy And may we all our actions still addresse For peace with God and warre 'gainst wickednesse Vnto which peace of God this King 's ascended â—o reigne in glory that shall ne'r be ended His mortall part at Westminster enter'd His soule and Fame immortally preser'd God did wonderfully preserue him vpon two seueralâ—â— Tueâ—daies from 2 most dangerous treasons the one at the Towne of Saint Iohnston in Scotland on Tuesday the 5. of August 1600. where the Earle of Gowry attemptea to kill his Maiesty The other was in England in that fearfull treason and deliucrance from the Powder-plot on Tuesday the 5. of November 1606. King CHARLES TWo Williams Henries 8. I. Steuen I. Iohn Sixe Edwards Richards 3. and I. Queene Mary Elizabeth and Iames all dead and gone Our gracious Charles doth now the Scepter carry And may they liue and dye of God accurst Who wish the preiudice of Charles the first â—ust 25. Kings and Queenes of England since the Norman Conquest A BRIEFE REMEMBRANCE OF ALL THE ENGLISH MOnarchs from the Normans Conquest vntill this present TO THE HONOVRABLE AND TRVLY Noble Sir ROBERT CARR Knight one of the Gentlemen of his Maiesties Royall Bed-chamber c. T Is not in expectation of reward That I this booke vnto your hands doe tender But in my humble dutie in regard That I am bound my daily thanks to render And though my stile be harsh my learning slender My Verse defectiue and my Accent rude Yet if your Patronage be my Defender Iam defended'gainst a multitude Thus to auoyd Hell-hatch'd ingratitude My dutious Love my Liues and Life shall be To you deuoted euer to conclude May you and your most vertuous Ladie see Long happie dayes in Honour still encreasing And after death true Glorie neuer ceasing Your Honours in all seruice Iohn Taylor WILLIAM THE FIRST Surnamed the CONQVEROVR KING OF ENGLAND And DVKE OF NORMANDY BY bloody Battels Conquest and by Fate Faire Englands Crown kingdome l surpris'd Itopsie-tutuy turn'd elie Eng'ish State And Lawes and Customes new and strange deuis'd And where â— vanquisht there I tyrannaiz'd Instead of peoples loue inforcing feare Extorting Ioils I daily exercis'd And Tributes greater then the Land could beare Besides the Normans fame the more to reare The English I forbad the English tongue French Schooles of Grammer I ordayned here And gainst this Nation added wrong to wrong At last my Crown Sword scepter CoÌ„quest braue I left I lost scarce found an earthly Graue Anno 1066 October 14 Saturday William Conqueror the sonne of Robert the 6. Duke of Normandy Ianded with a 1000. shippes furnished with men horse all warlike prouision at Hastings in Sussex and after a bloody battell with King Harold with the slaughter of nere 70000. men on both parts Hareld beeing slaine Duke William came in Triumph to London and was crowned at Westminster on Christmas day following by Aldred Archbisbop of Yorke he vsed his victorie and conquest here tyrannically dispossesing most part of the English of their lands giuing them to the Normans for which appressions he was continually molested sometimes with the Danes then with the Welsh with the Scots out of Ireland and at home amongst his owne people besides many miseries did at once afflict this Land as I. an vniuersall feauer amongst people 2 Barrennesse of the ground 3 Dearth and famine 4 Moraine of Cattell and the Church of St Pauls in London burnt and all that was in it The Country extremely ruin'd and spoyled for 60 miles space betwixt York and Durham The king pulled downe 36 Churches Townes and Villages laying the Country waste and open for 30 miles space from the City of Salisbury Southward which is now called Newforrest and was by him made a wildernes or place for beasts for his game of hunting In which place by Gods iust Iudgement his second sonne Richard
of my Tearedrown'd eies Sad Partners of my hearts Calamities Tempestuous sighs like winds in prison pent Which wanting vent my grieued soule hath rent Deepe wounding grones companions of vnrest Throngs from the bottome of my care-craz'd brest You three continuall fellowes of my mones My brinish teares sad sighs and pondrous grones â—â— doe intreate you neuer to depart But be the true assistants of my heart In this great at sorrow that my trembling Quill Describes which doth our LaÌ„d with moarning fill Ah Death I could nought thy hunger satisfie But thou must glut thy selfe with Maiesty Could nothing thy insatiate thirst restraine But Royall blood of our Dread Soueraigne In this thy spight exceeds beyond all bounds And at one blow 3. kingdomes fildst with wounds When thou that fatall deadly stroake did'st strike Thaâ— Death thou playd'st the tyrant Catholike Our griefes are Vniuersall sall and the Summe Cast vp the blow doth wound all Christendome But wherefore Death doe I on thee exclaime Thou cam'st in the Eternall Kings great name For as no mortall pow'r can thee preuent So thou doest neuer come but thou art sent And now thou cam'st vpon vnwelcome wings To our best King from the blest King of Kings To summon him to change his earthly throne For an Immortall and a Heanenly one When men vnthankfull for a good receiu'd â—Tiâ— least that of that good they be bereau'd His gouernement both God and men did please Except such spirits as might complaine of Ease Repining Passions wearied with much Rest The want to be molesled might molest Such men thinke peace a torment and no trouble â—â— worse then trouble though it should come double â—â—â— speake of such as with our peace were cloyd Though wâ—â— I think might well haue bin imploy'd True Britaines wish iust warres to entertaine I meane no aide for Spinola or Spaine But time and troubles would not suffer it Nor Gods appointment would the same permit He is inserutable in all his waies And at his pleasure humbleth and will raise For patience is a vertue he regardeth And in the end with victory rewardeth â—â—t whither hath my mournefull Muse digrest From my beloued Soueraigne Lord decast Who was to vs and we to him eu'n thus Too bad for him and hee too good tor vs. For good men in their deaths 't is vnderstood They leaue the bad and goe vnto the good This was the cause why God did take from hence This most Religious Learned Gracious Prince This Paragon of Kings this matchlesse Mirror This Faith 's desending Antichristian terror This Royall all-beloued King of Hearts This Patterne and this Patron of good Arts This cabinet of mercy Temperance Prudence and Iustice that doth man aduance This Magazine of Pious Clemency This fountaine of true Liberaâ—tâ— This minde where vertue daily did increase This Peacefull Seruant to theâ— odo Peace This second great Apollo from whoâ—e Raies Poore Poetry did winne Immortall Baâ—es From whence the sacred Sâ—â—â— Trebâ— Trine Had life and motion Influence diuine These vertues did adorne his Diaâ—â—m And God in taking him hath taken them Of all which Blessings we must needs confesse We are depriu'd for our vnworthinesse A good man 's neuer mist till he be gone And then most vaine and fruitlesse is our mone But as Heau'ns fauours downe to vs descended So if our thankefulnesse had but ascended Had we made Conscience of our waies to sinne So soone of him we not depriu'd had bin Then let vs not lament his losse so much But for our owne vnworthinesse was such So from th'vnthankefull Iewes God in his wrath Tookâ— good Iosias by vnlook'd for death And for our sinnes our ignorance must know We haue procur'd and felt this curelesse blow And Christendome I feare in losing him Is much dismembred and hath lost â— limme As by the fruit the tree may be exprest His workes declar'd his learning manifest Whereby his wisdome wan this great renowne That second Salomon wore Britaines crowne His pen restrain'd the strong relieu'd the weake And graciously he could write doe and speake He had more force and vigor in his words TheÌ„ neigh'â—ring Princes could haue in their swords France Denmarke Poland Sweden Germany Spaine Saâ—oy Italy and Muscoâ—â—â— Bohemia and the fruitfull Palatine The Swisses Grisons and the â—eltoline As farre as euer Sol or Luna shin'd Beyond the Westerns or the Easterne Inde His counsell and his fauours were requir'd Approu'd belou'd applauded and admir'd When round about the Nations farre and neere With cruell bloody warres infested were When Mars with sword and fire in furious rage Spoyl'd consum'd not sparing lex or age Whilst mothers with great griese were childlesse made And Sonne 'gainst Sire oppos'd with trenchant blade When brother against brother kinne ' gainst kinne Through death and danger did destruction winne When murthers mercilesse and beastly Rapes These famine miseries in sundry Shapes While mischiefs thus great kingdomes ouerwhelm Our prudent Steeresman held great Britaines helme Conducting so this mighty Ship of state That Strangers enui'd and admir'd thereat When blessed Peace with terrour and affright Was in a mazed and distracted flight By bloody Warre and in continuall Chase Cours'd like a fearefull Hare from place to place Not daring any where to shew her head She happily into this kingdome fled Whom Royall Iames did freely entertaine And graciously did keepe her all his reigne Whilst other Lands that for her absence mourne With sighs and teares doe with her backe returne They finde in losing Her they lost a blesse A hundred Townes in France can witnesse this Where Warres compulsion or else composition Did force Obedience Bondage or Submission Fields lay vntild and fruitfull Land lay waste And this was scarcely yet full three yeeres past Where these vnciuill ciuill warres destroy'd Princes Lords Captaines men of Note imploy'd One hundred sixty seuen in number all And Common people did past number fall These wretches wearied with these home-bred Iars Loue Peace forbeing beaten sore with wars Nor doe I heere inueigh against just Armes But ' gainst vniust vunaturall Alarmes Iust warres are made to make vniust warres cease And in this sort warres are the meanes of Peace In all which turmoyles Britaine was at rest No thundring Cannons did our Peace molest No churlish Drum no Rapes no flattring wounds No Trumpets clangor to the Battell sounds But euery Subiect here enioy'd his owne And did securely reape what they had sowne Each man beneath his Fig-tree and his Vine In Peace with plenty did both suppe and dine O God how much thy goodnesse doth o'rflow Thou hast not dealt with other Nations so And all these blessings which from heauen did Spring Were by our Soueraignes wisdomes managing Gods Steward both in Office and in name And his account was euermore his aime The thought from out his minde did seldome slip That once he must giue vp his Steward-ship His anger written on weake water was His Patience and his Loue
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
sort But 't is but painted mirth and ayrie sport All worth nothing Bright Maias Soâ—e the God of tricks and sleights â—â—â—â— Hath op'd the treasure of his subtill wit mercury And as a Seruant on this Wedding waits With Masques with Reuals and with tryumphs fit His rare inuentions and his quaint conceits Twixt Heauen alost and Hel insernall pit He in imaginary showes affords In shape forme method and applausefull words Old sullen i A dogged melancholy Planet a maleuolent opposite to all mirth Saturne hid his moody head In dusky shades of blacke Cimerian night And wauering k The Mooâ—â—â— who doth neuer continue at a stay and therefore sheâ—â—â— herselfe from those delights which I hope will bee peâ—â—â— Luna closely couch'd to bed Her various change she knew would not delight The loyall mindes where constancie is bred Where Protens thoughts are put to shamefull flight These two l â—â—â— Luna or indeed the nights were darke at the Wedding because the moone sâ—ined not by Ioues command were straightly bound To stay at home as better lost then found Cupid descended from the Chrystall skyes And leaues befind his golden feathered darts In steed of whom he makes faire Ladies eyes The piercing weapons of true loning hearts And he amongst these high Solemnities His awfull presence freely he imparts To all in generall with mirthfull cheere All sport 's the better if loues God be there The off spring of the high celestiall Ioue His braine bred m Minerua whom the Poets saine to be the Goddesses Wisedome Borne and bred in the braine of Iupiter Daughter and his thigh borne Sonne n Bacchus whom his Father loue saued from Aborâ—iue buth from his mother Seâ—d and sowed him vp in his Thigh till the time of his birth was come to a period Gaiâ— Lib. 3 One with aduice of wisdome she wed her loue And t'other bounteously made plenty runne Where wine in streames gainst one another strone Where many a Caske was baâ—ckrout an vndone Depriu'd the treasure of the fruitfully vinese By Bacchus bounty that great God of Wine s Thus Ioue and Iuno Jmps of aged Ops With wise Minerua Mars and Mercury Resplendent Sol with musicks straines and ileps Faire Venus Queene of Loues alacrity Loues God with shafts betipe with golden tops And Bacchus showring sweet humidity Gods Goddesses the Graces and the Muses To grace these tryumphs all their cunnings vses Amongst the rest was all recording Fame Inscalping noble deeds in brazen lâ—aues That meagre Enuy cannot wrong that name Where braue Heroick acts the minde vpheaues Fâ—mes goldeÌ„ trump will through the world proclame Whom Fortune Fare nor Death nor time bereaues Thus like a Scribe Fame waited to Record The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord All making marring time that turneth neuer To these proceedings still hath beene auspicious And in his Progresse will I hope perseuer To make their dayes and houres ro be delicious Thus Fame and time affoords their best indeauour Vnto this royall match to be propitious Time in all pleasure through their liues will passe Whilst Fame records their Fames inleaues of Brasse Times Progresse Yon Sonnes of Iudas and Achitophei Whose damn'd delights are treasons bloud death Th' almighties power your haughty prides will quell And unlike your vassals vessels of his wrath Let all that wish these Princes worse then well Be iudg'd and doom'd to euerlasting Scath For 't is apparent and experience prooues No hare preuailes where great Ichouah loues To whose Omnipotent Eternall power I doe commit this blest beloued paire Oh let thy graces daily on them showre Let each of them be thine adopted Heire a Raise them at last to thy Celestiall Bowre And feate them both in lasting glories Chaire In fine their earthly dayes be long and blest And after bettred in eternall rest A Sonnet to the Imperious Maiestick mirrour of King Iames great Britaines Monarch GReat Phoebus spreads his Rayes on good ill Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Rat The smallest Sayles God AEols breath doth fill And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts And as the Earth supplyes our needfull wants So doth thy bounty guerdon good desarts And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales Thou filst with Ioy the Sailes of rich and pore And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales So thou to high and low yeelds harbour flore Thus Sea Ayre Earth and Titans fiery face Are Elementall Seruants to thy Grace To Life SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring gest Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall Lodgings thouhast tane in man In Fish in Fowle in tame or bruitish beast Since all by thee from greatest to the least Are squar'd and well compar'd vnto a span Oh fleeting Life take this â—â—y counsell than Hold long possession in thy royall breast Dwell euer with the King the Queene the Prince The gracious Princesse and her Princely Spouse In each of these thou hast a lasting house Which Fate nor Death nor Time cannot conuince And when to change thy Lodging thou art driuen Thy selfe and they exalted by to Heauen To Death To thee whose auaritious greedy mood Doth play a sweepe stake with all liuing things And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood Of subiects Abiects Emperours and Kings That high and low and all must feele thy stings The Lord the Lowne the Caitiffe and the Keasar A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee as did the fall of Iulius Caesar. Then since the good and bad are all as one And Larkes to thee no better are then Kites Take then the bad and let the good alone Feed on base wretches leaue the worthy wights With thee the wicked euermore will stay But from thee Fame will take the good away To Eternity THou that beyond all things dost goes as farre That no Cosmographers could e're suruay Whose glory brighter then great Phebus Carre Doth shine where night doth ne're eclipse the day To thee I consecrate these Princes acts In thee alone let all their beings be Let all the measures of their famous tracts In the begin but neuer end like thee And when thy Seruant Time giues Life to Death And Death surrenders all their liues to Fame Oh then inspire them with celestiall breath With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name Thus vnto thee as thine owne proper rights Iconsecrate these matchles worthy wights Iohn Taylor FINIS TAYLORS FAREVVELL TO THE TOWER BOTTLES THE ARGVMENT ABout three hundred and twenty yeares since or thereabout I thinke in the Raigne of King Richard the Second there was a guift giuen to the Tower or to the Lieutenants thereof for the time then and for euer beeing which guift was two blacke Leather Bottles or Bombards of Wine from euery Ship that brought Wine into the Riuer of Thames the which hath so continued vntill this day but the Merchants finding
pickt the purse damn'd the Soule Because they knew the Pope and all his crue Hâ—â— hounds whoÌ„ heauern in rage on earth did spue And in a word they thus were ouer-trod Because they truly seru'd the liuing God This was the maine and onely cause of all Because they would not offer vnto Bâ—el The Popes outragious and couragious actor Was Bishop Bonner hells most trusty factor Romes hangman and the firebrand of this Realme That with a sloud of bloud did ouerwhelme The true beleeuers of Gods holy truth He burchered not regarding age or youth With him was ioyn'd a man almost as ill Who tooke delight Gods seruants bleud to spill Cal'd Stephen Gardner Englands Chanceller And Bishop of the Sea of Winchester These two did striue each other to excell Who should doe greatest seruice vnto Hell Vntill at last God heard his seruants cry And each of them did die immediately Thus when Iâ—honah heard the iust complaints Of his beloued poore afflicted Saints Then this too cruell Pope defending Queene The bloudiest Princesse that this land hath seene She did decease and persecution ceast And tired wofullâ— Englands purchast rest Queene Mary being dead her welcome death Reuin'd our ioyes in blest ELIZABETH Innumerable were her woes and cares Abundance were the subtill wiles and snares Which Sathan and his Ministers oft laid To reaue the life of that most harmelesse Maid She was accus'd abus'd reuil'd miscal'd She was from prison vnto prison hal'd Long in the Tower she shas close prisner shut Her louing seruants all way were put From thence to Windsor thence to Woodstocke sent Closely mewd vp from all the worlds content But God whose mercies euer did defend her Did in her greatest Sorrow comfort send her He did behold her from his Throne on hie And kept her as the apple of his eye Let Hell and Hell-hounds still attempt to spill Yet the Almighty guards his Seruants still And he at lest did ease her Sorrowes mone And rais'd her to her lawfall awfull throne This Royall Deborah this Princely Dame Whose life made all the world admire her fame As Iudith in Bet hâ—lias same was spread For cutting off great Holophernès head So our Eliza stoutly did begin Vntopping and beheading Romish sin Shee purg'd the Land of Papistryâ—agen Shee liu'd belou'd of God admir'd of men Shee made the Antichristian Kingdome quake She made the mighty power of Spaine to shake As farre as Sunne and Moone dispears'd her Rayes So farre and farther went her matchlesse praise She was at home abroad in euery part Loadstar and Loadstone to each eye and heart Supported onely by Gods powerfull hand She foure and forty yeares did rule this Land And then she lest her Royall Princely Seat She chang'd earths greatnesse to be heauenly great Thus did this Westerne Worlds great wouder dye She fell from height to be aduanc'd more hie Terrestriall Kings and Kingdomes all must fade Then blest is she that is immortall made Her death fild woefull England full of feares The Papists long'd for change with itching eares For her decease was all their onely hope To raise againe the doctrine of the Pope But he whose power is all omnipotent Diâ— their vnhappy hopelesse hopes preuent Succession lawfully did leaue the Crowne Vnto a Prince whose vertue and Renowne And learning did out-stripall Kings as sarre As doth the Sunne obseure a little starre What man that is but man could bassâ— more Romes seauenâ—headed purple beastly Whore How wisely hath he Bellarmine conâ—uted And how diuinely hath'he ost dispated How zealously he did Cods faith desend How often on Gods word he did attend How clement pious and how gracious good Was he as fits the greatnesse of his bloud Were 't not for him how should the Muâ—â—s doe He was their patterne and their patron too He was th' Apollo from whose radient Beames The quinteffence of Poetry our-streames And from the splendor of his piercing rayes A world of worthy writers won the bayes Yet all the worthy vertues so transparent And so well knowne to be in him inharent Could not perswade the Papists leaue their strife With cursed treasons to attempt his life For when their disputations helpt them not They would dispute in a damn'd powder plot In which the Romists went beyond the deuill For Hell could not inuent a plot so euill But he that plac'd him on his royall Throne The God of Iacob Iudahs holy one That God for Iesus sake I doe beseech With humble heart and with vnfained speech That he or his may Britaines Scepter sway Till time the world and all things passe away But now he 's gone into Eternall blissÌ„e Crowneâ— And with Eternall glory crowned is Long may King CHARLES weare Britaines royall And heauens best blessings raise his high Renowne FINIS GODS MANIFOLD MERCIES IN THESE MIRACVLOVS DELIverances of our Church of England from the yeare 1565. vntill this present 1630. particularly and briefly Described IOSHVA 4.21 22. 24. When your Children shall aske their Fathers in time to come What meaneth this Pillar Then yee shall let your Children know saying THESE ARE THE DELIVERIES WHICH GOD HATH VOVCHSAFED TO HIS CHVRCH IN ENGLAND SINCE THE BEGINNING OF QVEENE ELIZABETHS RAIGNE TO THIS DAY That all the People of the Earth might know the hand of the Lord that it is mightie that yee might feare the Lord your God for euer THere was a Bull in Rome was long a breeding Which Bull prou'd little better then a Calfe Was sent to England for some better feeding To fatten in his Holinesse behalfe The vertues that this Beast of Babell had In thundring manner was to banne and curse Raile at the Queene as it were raging mad Yet God be thanked she was ne're the worse The goodly Sire of it was Impious * Pius the fufh of that name Pope of Rome piuâ— Hee taught it learnedly to curse and banne And to our faces boldly to defie vs. It madly ouer England quickly ranne But what succeâ—â—e it had reade more and see The fruits of it herevnder written be This Bull did excommunicate and curse the Queene â—â—depâ—â—eth her from her Crowne it proclaimed her an Hereâ—â—â—â— it cursed all such as loued her it threatned damnation to all subiects as durâ—t obey her and it promised the kingdome of heauen to those that would oppose and kill her This was the effect and nature of this Popish Beast which all wise godly and vnder standing men did deride and contemne 1. A Priest call'd Moortâ—n by the Pope assign'd Northumberland and Westmerland seduceth With whom the Duke of * Duke of Norfolke and Earle of Northumberland beheaded Earle of Westmorland fled Norfolke is combin'd The whilst the Pope nocost or charge refuseth But pawnes his challices his Beads and Crosses Giues them his gracelesse blessing for their ayde The fruit where of were heads and honors losses God still defending Englands Royall Maid Thus we by proofe must thankefully confesse That where the pope doth
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