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A04553	The golden garland of princely pleasures and delicate delights Wherin is conteined the histories of many of the kings, queenes, princes, lords, ladies, knights, and gentlewomen of this kingdome. Being most pleasant songs and sonnets to sundry new tunes now most in vse: the third time imprinted, enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson. Deuided into two parts.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1620 (1620)	STC 14674; ESTC S106558	33,572	118

of Fortune my foe WHen God had ●ane away true wisdomes King Edward the fourth whose fame shal alwayes ring Which raigned had full two and twenty yeares And ruled well amongst his noble Peeres When as he dyed two sonnes he left behinde The Prince of Wales Duke of Yorke most kind The Prince the eldest but eleuen yeares old The Duke more yong as Chronicles haue told The dead Kings brother Duke of Glocester Was chosen for the Prince his Protecter Who straightway plotted how to get the Crowne And pull his brother Edwards children downe Edward the fift the Prince was cald by name Who by succession did that title gaine A prudent Prince whose wisedome did excell Which made his vncles heart with hatred swell Then did the Duke vse all the meanes he might By dambd deuises for to worke their spight At length the diuell put it in his head How all his plots should be accomplished With sugred words which had a poysond sting He did intice the Duke and the yong King For safeties sake to lodge them in the Towre A strong defence and Londons chiefest Flower His faire spoke speeches and bewitching charme Who told them 't would secure them from all harme Thus by faire words yet cruell treachery Le won their hearts within the Tower to lye Great entertainment he these Princes gaue And caus●e the Tower to be furnisht braue With sumptuous cheare he feasted them that day Thus subtile Wolues with harmeles lambs do play With musicke sweet he filde their princely eares And to their face a smiling countenance beares But his foule heart with mischiefe was possest And treacherous thoughts were alwaies in his bres● When as bright Phoebus had possest the West And t●at the time was come for all to rest The Duke of Gloster the two Princes led Into a sumptuous chamber to their bed When these sweet children thus were laid in bed And to the Lord their hearty prayers h●d said Swéet slumbring sleepe then closing vp their eyes Each folded in each others arme then lies The bloody vncle to these children sweet Unto a Knight to breake his mind thought mée● One sir Iames Tirrill which did thinke it be●t For to agree to his bloody request Sir Iames he said my resolutions this And for to do the same you must not misse This night so that the King be murthered And the yong Duke as they lie in their bed So when these branches I haue pulled downe There 's none y● which can keep me from the Crowne My brother Duke of Clarence he was found i th Tower within a But of Malmesey drownd It was my plot that he should drowned be Because that none should claime the Crowne but me And when these children thou hast murdered I le weare the Royall Crowne vpon my head And know thou Tirrill when that I am King I le raise thy state and honours to thee bring Then be resolu'd tut be not thou afraid My Lord I le do 't this bloody Tirrill said He got two villaines for to act this price Hell-hearted murtherers and did them disguise The one Miles Forrest which there keeper was The other Dighton kéeper of his horse At midnight then when all things they were husht These bloody slaues into the chamber crusht And to the bed full softly did they creepe Where these sweet babes did lie full fast asleepe And presently did wrap them in the cloathes And stopt their harmelesse breath with the pillowes Yet did they striue and struggle what they might Untill the slaues had stifeled both them quite When as the murderers saw that they were dead They tooke their bodies forth the cursed bed And then they buryed these same little ones At the staire foot vnder a heape of stones But marke how God did scourge them for this deed As in the Chronicles you there may reade Blood deserueth blood for so the Lord hath said So at the length their blood was truely paid For when their Uncle he had raign'd two yeares He fell at variance then amongst his Péeres In Lestershire at Bosworth he was slaine By Richmonds Earle as he did rightly gaine In pieces was he hewed by his foes And kickt and spurned with their feet and toes They stript him then and dragd him vp and downe And on stout Richmonds head they put the Crowne The bloody murtherer Sir Iames Tirril● For treason lost his head on Towre-hill And to Miles Forrest befell no worse a Lot For he in pieces aliue away did c●t And Iohn Dighton the other bloody fiend No man can tell how he came to his end Thus God did pay these murtherers their ●ire And hell-bred Pluto plagued them with fire A excellent Song entituled A penny-worth of Wit To the tune of Labandelas●ot IN ancient yeares as bookes expresse Of old done deeds both more and lesse A Merchant yong of tender yeares As by the sequell well appeares a worthy woman tooke to wife right well brought vp and void of strife Could he with her haue been content Great blessings might the Lord haue sent But he an harlot loued more Wherewith his friends were vexed sore In tract of time his chance it was In Merchants wise the seas to passe In lands right strange was his intent With merchandize he forward went and at his parting thought it méet his concubine and quéene to gréet And of her loue did sweetly pray And fauour for to part away With sighing semblance then quoth she My deare ●●ll you depart from me Then to his wedded wife he went Saying dame what thing most excellent You are desirous for to haue Of any thing that heart can craue giue me your money to bestow then from her purse she forth did draw A faire coin●e penny verily Wherewith she wild him Wi● to buy Of other toyes small mind had she But Iesu blesse your long iourney This said she wept then parted he Thinking great scorne of her penny But past ●he Seas and tooke ●he shore And sped right well what would we more in many wares he did abound of merchandize both good and sound His ships well fraught he homward sent So well had he his substance spent And for his concubine alacke He had bestowed many a knacke Then last his wife remembred he And with his mates of merry glée Unto a Tauerne forth they go In ieasting sort the truth is so he said he should be much vnkind her merchandi●e to leaue behind But said the substance was so small That it would buy not●ing at all And thereat made a i●asting sport To all that thither did resort Not farre from thence on a feat right nigh There was an old man sitting by Who said good sir I can you shew How you that penny shall bestow for if you haue a wedded wife I wish you haue her during life A wife I haue indeed quoth he And a Lemman faire and bright of blee Whom I do trust and euer shall So constant is her loue withall The old man

each day and each night to worke him despight That wearied with sorrowes he still might lament Good king thus abused he was at the last To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid And there in a dungeon ful low in the groūd vnpitied he nightly was laied Not one for his miserie grieued that late was in place of royallest grace Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd King Henry vsurping thus all his estate Could neuer in heart be content Till some of his friends in secrecy sought to kill him by cruell consent Who sooke to Pomfret hi●d where as the feare that toucht him so neare They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king for murthere● he was That might well haue liued full long Had not ill counsell betraied his best good and done his hie fortunes this wrong But blood for blood still calls no bloody staind hand ran long in this land Stand surely but soone vnto misery falls Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind And won his title by blood Which after by heauens ●ight power not three generations stood But yeelded to Yorke againe thus fortune showes their proud ouer throwes That cunningly climes an imperial raigne FINIS A song of an English Knight that marryed the royall Princesse Lady Mary sister to King Henry the eight which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke To the Tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life EIght Henry ruling in this land he had a sister faire That was the widdowed King of France inricht with vertues eare And being come to England● Court She oft beheld a Kinght Charles Brandon namd in whose faire eyes she cheifly tooke delight And noting in her Princely minde His gallent swéet behauiour Shee daily drew him by degrees still more and more in fauour Which he perceiuing courte●us Knight Found fitting time and place And thus in amorous sort began his loue sure to her grace I ayme at loue faire Queene said he Sweet let your loue incline That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine If worthlesse I might worthy be To haue so good a lot To please your highnesse in true loue my fancy doubteth not Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me I can maintaine the same by birth being come of good degree If wealth you thinke be all my want Your highnesse hath great ●●ore And my supplyment shall be loue what can you wish for more It hath been known when hearty loue Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blus● But made a dumbe reply Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently Brandon quoth she I greater am Then would I were for thee But can as little master loue as them of low degree My father was a King and so A King my husband was My brother is the like and he will say I do transgresse But let him say what pleaseth him His liking I le forgoe And choose a loue to please myselfe though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages As best contents their mind Why should not princes of est●te the like contentment find But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes Yet blame me not for loue I loue where best my fancy deemes And long may liue quoth he to loue Nor longer liue may I Then when I loue your royall grace and then disgraced dye But if I do deserue your loue My mind desires dispatch For many are the eyes in Court that on your beauty watch But am not I sweet Lady now More fancy then behooues Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue that speakes for him that loues The Quéene and this braue Gentleman Together both did wed And after sought the kings good will and of their wishes sped For Brandon soone was made a Duke and graced so in court Then who but he did f●ant it forth amongst the noblest sort And so from princely Brandons line and Maries did procéed The noble race of Suffolks house as after did succéed From whose high blood the Lady Iane Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife Came by descent who with her Lord in London lost her life FINIS A Song of the life and death of King Rich●●d the third who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land was sl●ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England To the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life IN England once there raignd a King A Tirant fir●e and sell Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne gaue sure his soule to hell Third Richard was this Tirants name the worst of all the three That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be For his desires were still by blood to be made Endglands King Which here to gaine that go●den prize did many a wondrous thing He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres and chiefest in this Land With euery one that likely was his title to withstand Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought ere he could bring to passe What he made lawlesse claime vnto as his best liking was Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew Before his fathers face And weeded from our English throne all his renowned race This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life he also did betray With those right noble Princes ●waine King Edwards children deare Because to Englands royall Crowne he thought them both too neere His owne deare wife also he slew Inces●uous●y to wed His owne deare daughter which for feare away from him was fled And made such hauocke in this land Of all the Royall bloud That onely one was left vnslaine to haue his claimes withstood Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd To right his Countries wrong From France prepar'd full well to fight brought ore an Army strong To whom Lord Stanley nobly came With many an English Peere And ioynd their forces in one Earle Richmonds heart to cheare Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore And how their forces day by day increased more and more He frets he fumes and ragingly A madding fury showes And thought it but in vaine to stay and so to battell goes Earle Richmond he in order braue His fearelesse armie laid In midst of whom these noble words their valiant leader said Now is the time and place swéet friends And we the souldiers be That must bring Englands peace againe or loose our liues must we Be valiant then we fight for fame And for our countries good Against a Tyrant markt with shame for shedding Englands blood I am right heire of Lancaster Intituled to the Crowne Against this bloody Boare of Yo●ke then let vs win renowne Meane while had furious Richard set His army in array And with a gastly looke of feare he stoutly thu● did say Shall Henry Richmond with his

fell in loue And so the shaddow wrought the thing the substance could not moue Her courtesie and his despight He calleth then to minde And of her beauty being dead a sodaine change did finde Remembring then his low degree And reckoning her desert He could not thinke but that he ●ore in loue too proud a heart Now loue qd ●he though breathlesse she Doth such a f●ame contriue The which shall soone consume me quite for I doe burne aliue Alas then did he pause in teares Oh take it from mine eye This picture hath procurde my death and for the same must dye For she that was the owner liu●e And dyed a louer true Whose Ghost at parting could not choose but say sweet loue adue Adue indeed kind gentle Dame For lacke of loue that dyed And left off liuing in that eye her of my loue denied Thus by her picture prickt with loue He felt continuall woe And bearing it still in his hand he to her graue did goe Where sitting on the same he said He loues the shadow now Whose heart vnto the substance late would rather breake then bow Oh gods I grant for this contempt I must indure your doome And sacrifice mine owne false heart vpon my true loues tombe Whose onely beauty worthy was To match without a dower Yet she in vaine did beg my loue full many a weary houre And hauing spoke these mournefull words A Tragedy to make His dagger from his side in hast he desperately did take And to his heart he strooke the same With all his manly force And so vpon his true loues graue was made a liuelesse coarse Finis A Courtly new Song of the Princely wooing of the faire Maide of London by K. Edward To the tune of B●nny sweet Robin FAire Angell of England thy beauty so bright Is all my hearts treasure my ioy and delight Then grant me sweet Lady thy true loue to be That I may say welcome good fortune to me The Turtle so pure and chaste in her loue By gentle perswasions her fancy will moue Then ●e not intreated sweet Lady in vaine For nature requireth what I would obtaine What Phenix so famous that liueth alone Is vowed to chastity being but one But be not my Darling so cha●● in desire Lest thou like the Phenix doe penance in fire But alas gallant Lady I pitty thy state In being resolued to liue with●ut mate For if of our Courting the pleasures you knew You would haue a liking the same to ensue Long time haue I sued the same to obtaine Yet am I requited with scornefull disdaine But if you will grant your good fauour some You shall be aduanced to Princely degree Promotions and honours may often intice The chastest that liueth though neuer so nice What woman so worthy but will be content To liue in the Pallace where Princes frequent Two brides young Princely to Church I haue led Two Ladies most louely haue decked my bed Yet hath thy loue taken more root in my heart Then all their contentments whereof I had part Your gentle hearts cannot mens teares much abide And women least angry when most they doe chide Then yeeld to me kindly and say that at length Men doe want mercy and poore women strength I grant that faire Ladies may poore men resist But Princes will conquer and loue whom they list A King may command her to sleepe by his side Whose feature deserueth to be a Kings Bride In granting your loue you shall purchase renowne Your head shall be deckt with Englands fair Crowne Thy garmēts most gallant with gold shal be wrought If t●ue loue for treasure of thee may be bought Great Ladies of honour shall tend on thy traine Most richly attyred with Scarlet in graine My chamber most princely thy person shall keepe Where virgins with musicke shall rock thee asléepe If any more pleasures thy heart can inuent Command them sweet Lady thy mind to content For Kings gallant courts w●ere Princes do dwell Afford such swéet pastimes as Ladies loue well Then be not resolued to die a true maide But print in thy bosome the words I haue said And grant a King fauour thy true loue to be That I may say welcome swéet virgin to me FINIS The faire maide of Londons answer to King Edward● wanton Loue. To the same tune O● wanton King Edward t is labour in vaine To follow the pleasure thou canst not attaine ●●ich getting thou loosest and hauing dost wast it The which if thou purchase is spoild if thou hast it But if thou obtainst it thou nothing hast won And I loosing nothing yet quite am vndone But if of that Iewell a King do deceiue me No King can restore though a Kingdome he giue me My colour is changed since you saw me last My fauour is vanisht my beauty is past The Rosie red blushes that sate on my cheekes To palenesse are turned which all men mislikes I passe not what Princes for loue do protest The name of a Uirgin contenteth me best I haue not deserued to sleepe by thy side Nor to be accounted for King Edwards Bride The name of a Princes I neuer did craue No such type of honour thy handmaide will haue My brest shall not harbour so lofty a thought Nor be with rich proffers to wantonnesse brought If wild wanton Rosamond one of our sort Had neuer frequented King Henries braue Court Such heapes of deepe sorrow she neuer had séen Nor tasted the rage of so iealous a Quéene All men haue their freedome to shew their intent They win not a woman except she consent Who then can impute vnto them any fault Who still go vpright vntill women do hault T is counted a kindnesse in men for to trye And vertue in women the sawe to deny For women vnconstant can neuer be prou'd Untill by their betters therein they be mou'd If women and modelly once do but seuer Then farewell good name and credite for euer And Royall King Edward let me be exilde Ere any man know that my body 's defilde No no my old fathers reuerend teares Too deepe an impression within my soule beares Nor shall his bright honour that bl●● by me haue To bring his gray ha●res with griefe to his graue The heauens forbid that when I shall dye That any such sinne vpon my soule lie If I haue thus kept we from doing this sinne My heart shall not yeeld with a Prince to begin Come rather with pitty to weepe on my tombe Then for my birth curse my deare mothers wombe That broght forth a blossome which stained the trée With wanton desires to shame her and me Leaue me most noble King tempt not in vaine My milke-white affections with lewdnesse to staine Though England will giue me no comfort at all Yet England will giue me a sad buriall FINIS The most cruell murther of Edward the fift and his brother Duke of Yorke in the Towre by their Vncle Richard Duke of Gloster To the tune