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The life and death of Thomas Wolsey Cardinall Diuided into three parts: his aspiring, triumph, and death. By Thomas Storer student of Christ-church in Oxford.
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Storer, Thomas, 1571-1604.
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1599
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these bones of mine Would God said he would God this body were Thy spirits worthy keeper and so strong As they are high then might you ouerbeare The strange attempts of such as haue too long Offred your Lordship as you thinke some wrong But noble Cardinall what shall we do Sicknesse is growne a Politician too Indeede perchance I said it may preuent Such courses as my calling ill befits I rather chuse that death should make extent Then I consume my fiâ—ry spirit of wits For he that stands may fall and he that sits May feele vnsetled ease then let me die So in my graue securely shall I lie Thus in I went into their holy Cell Where new obiections wandred in my mind Why could I not be once content to dwell In like meane sort and to like orders bind My life why was I not so well inclin'd A quiet roofe seem'd then too meane for me I sold my selfe to purchase high degree Monkes let your charitable tapers burne That I may see my selfe with outward light Fie outward lampes will neuer serue my turne And of my selfe within I haue no sight When it is day abroad in me t'is night Blacke smoake arises from my very name I want the oile that should maintaine the flame Then gentle Kingstone thinking to appease And mitigate the troubles of my mind Mistooke the nature of my great disease Doubt not said he the Prince is well inclin'd And his good will your Lordship soone shall find He wishes your long life Ah but said I The Prince of heau'n determines I shall die And had the dutie to my God bin such As it was faithful seruing to the King Then had my conscience free from feare or touch Mounted aloft on Cherubins swift wing In holy consort borne a Part to sing That now with heauy weight is ouerspread And with my body wishes to be dead But now my Soule how wandrest thou abroade Through Labyrinths inextricable wayes Oh finde some ready passage to thy God! And age forget the course of yonger dayes Forget the pomp and peoples flattering prayse And Death if thou regard a mans request Set free my spirite that faine would be at rest Why some are gone already looke about Did no man meete part of my soule before I had but three one and an halfe are out Nay had I more then one I had no more God saue the substance of that little store I hope one goes to heau'n why then t'is well Philosophie and both the rest to hell Ile vegetate no longer perish Sence Aspire sweete Reason and by faith ascend Flie to the perfect pure Intelligence Humble Repentance teach me how to bend My carefull passage to that ioyfull end What is't a clocke as soone as eight hath strooke My soule this earthly bodie hath forsooke My Lord said one the clocke shall neuer strike No but the howre will come and that's all one But Sir these prophecies proue seldome like Yes at the howre of death else few or none Where earthly clowdes are halfe remou'd and gone The soule at separation mends her view With purer insight she discernes what's true Is not that Wainflet that is come for me Great Founder of the sinfull womans towres With Wickams ghost fathers of like degree Come they of late from Gods celestiall bowres Ile go with them O if the precious showres Of that vnspotted Lambe with droppes of bloud Haue washt you cleane let me enioy like good When shall my toombe at Windsor be prepar'd That wants a tenant now expecting me It is a monument of good regard Befitting well a man of best degree O that I now lay buried vnder thee And by my side closde vp in dustie vales All voices Ecchoes talkes reports and tales I want my Balme to be perfum'd withall My coffin is too close a lodge for me Fie fie addresse me to my funerall My mother Earth mine onely wife shall be And yet no incest sithence onely she Beares al her sonnes and daughters in one wombe She Europes Amerikes Affrickes Asiaes toombe Those worldlings that wont Nature to accuse For giuing Rauens longer liues then men Let them the ioy of their opinion vse And rauing liue content in earthly denne Let age lend them the spectacles to kenne This body is a gaole our soule enlarg'd And when we die our debtes are al discharg'd So if I rest indebted to my Lord Then let him take my body soule and all Faine would I see him of mine owne accord Or heare that warrant that should quickly call Me to appeare at sizes generall Meane while within this Porters lodge to stay But till I shall desire to breake away Twixt this and then I wil deuise a word That ten times ten sound worse than Guilty may My Conscience shall witnesses afford As many as are minutes in a day I charge it not dissemble any way If for my traill they demaund my will My Country hath and doth condemne me still Whither to Lions denne Daniel came thence I am not worthy to succeede his place O'r to the Wolues there lies my best defence For I was rauenous in the time of Grace To spoyle the forrest and the plants deface The chosen sheepe will to the Shepheard say I was the sheepe that euer went astray Yet I that durst offend dare hope for grace Beyond all reason contrary to sense Saluation heauy sinners may embrace If God remit the guilt of deep offence Let all the world hang in their owne suspence The world is but a poynt whereon men dwell And I am at a poynt what they can tell If any billes of new inditement come At the Kings bench in heau'n I must appeere Long since arrested now expect my doome Sue where you list but I must answere there Die and accuse me in that hemisphere No'r flesh nor bloud my Declaration telles Mine owne accuser in my bosome dwelles In whose great Temple richly beautified Pau'd al with Starres disperst on Saphyre flowre The Clarke is a pure Angel sanctified The Iudge our true Messias full of powre Th' Apostles his Assistants euery houre The Iury Saints the Uerdict Innocent The sentence Come ye blessed to my tent The speare that pearc'd his side the writing Pen Christs bloud the Incke red incke for princes name The vailes great breach the miracle for men The sight is shew of them that long dead came From their old graues restor'd to liuing frame And that last signet passing all the rest Our soules discharg'd by Consummatum est Here endlesse ioy is their perpetuall cheare Their exercise sweete songs of many parts Angells the quire whose Symphonie to heare Is able to prouoke conceiuing harts To misconceiue of al inticing Arts The Dittie prayse the subiect is the Lord That tunes their gladsome spirit to this accord Stay then till some good Meteor appeare Or let the Sunne exhale me vapor-wise Stirre Charles-wayne and see the coast be cleare Let no congealed clowdes or mistes arise Along the moouing circle of the skies Or rather shut vp all in darksome night That none may see my silent secret flight FINIS REader the Decôrum is kept euen in these Errata there is no reason that a Booke should be without faultes when the person of whom the booke intreateth had so many in his life But the Author could haue wisht that Wolsey had corrected his errors while he liued on that condition that himselfe had committed none in the description of his life If the reader find any more then are here set downe let him remember that it is a matter ineuitable vnlesse Nature had either placed our eyes behind vs or the wallet of faults before vs. A 4 side 2 line 14 dele now C 2 line 6 for When reade Where Ibid line 7 for Where reade Nor. E 3 side 1 line 6 The man that Ibid. line 9 for rupulse reade repulse F the last page line 21 reade immortall dayes K 2 side 2 line 6 triall I. S. * Petrarcke He meaneth Symoniacke and vnlearned ministers
asleepe Distill my ashes yet they cannot weepe All as my Chrysom so my winding sheete None ioy'de my birth none mourn'd my death to see The short Parenthesis of life was sweete But short what was before vnknowne to me And what must follow is the Lords decree The period of my glory is exprest Now of my death and then my Muse take rest Not such as I tooke when they from me hent The Seale of England by great Henries will Wherein his picture with his fauour went A double losse They that haue Courtiers skill They that haue fauor let them signe their bill While wax is warme and Fortune seemes to blesse And Princes seale is ready to impresse For I vnseal'd was open to the view Of all that read my fortune some woulde say They thought as much before but that's vntrue Because they saw no likelihood of decay No bird that striu'd nor beast that lost his way But men interpreted and made a glosse Imagining them Prophets of my losse My Crosses fall and Chaplains broken head Were Oracles in silence cause of feare Emblemes of trouble impreses of dread Doubt and suspition in my minde did reare Heauy conceits when nothing did appeare Such are the desperate troubles of our soule Where greater things the better things controule The day was now approaching nigh at hand Of my enstalment in Yorkes gracious See Th'aeternall Prouidence did then withstand M'intented enterprise but things must be As heau'ns fore-seeing wisedome shall decree The mace of Honor borne like Vertues crest Was now laid on my shoulder for arrest I did not meane with Predecessors pride To walke on cloth as custome did require More fit that cloth were hung on either side In mourning wise or make the poore attire More fit the dirige of a mournfull quire In dull sad notes all sorrowes to exceede For him in whom the Princes loue is dead I am the toombe where that affection lies That was the closet where it liuing kept Yet wisemen say affection neuer dies No but it turnes and when it long hath slept Lookes heauy like the eie that long hath wept O could it die that were a restfull state But liuing it conuerts to deadly hate My seruants shal like bondmen serue the time My guard attend without or welt or gard We now are subiect to another clime Vaine pride and sumptuous pomp we must discar'd For from my losse they haue their iust reward Now is captiuity the first degree Of downefall by commission falne on me But why do I heere cease at my arrest By which I am prouoked to proceede O Libertie how much is that man blest Whose happy fortune do his fates areede That for Deserts reioyces to be freede Much more may others grieue and much more I That for Desert haue lost our Libertie By short and heauy iourneys I was brought To Sheffield parke there taking sweeterepose Where true Nobilitie intirely sought T'ennoble griefe and entertaine my woes O how doth heau'n the course of cares dispose By enterchange of honor and of pleasure To augment our miseries exceeding measure His traines attendance shew'd my glories past Bitter remembrance and my present shame Vnhappy presence and the times of waste Accusing all when I deseru'd the blame Accursing Change that keepes mee not the same Let him that sees his priuate miserie Auoid the prospect of prosperitie It breeds pale Enuy and sad Discontent Procures offence before a proffered wrong Torments it selfe till all conceits are spent And thoughts deliuered by malitious tongue Then rapt with violent fury growes so strong That it enuenomes all our humane parts Blind-iudging eies and sense-confounding harts Farre better had I met vpon the way Legions of Lazars ghosts of men vniust Afflicted spirits tormented night and day With Prides remembrance and incestuous lust Appearing in their ornaments of dust Such passengers might well haue met with me Of like profession and of like degree Ages to come will thankfully admire That princes worth which pittied prelates want Those benefits are noble and entire But in few grounds increaseth such a plant Since their old vertuous rootes are growne so scant Professions doubt breedes good house-keepers care That though they would yet few there are that dare Sicknesse the Herault of armes hearts and all Frustrating all arrests arrests my health Stopping my vitall powres and did fall So violent and with so sodaine stealth As that it ceaz'd on all my spirits wealth Some thought it was a wind and sooth they say It blew my breath my life and all away By this time and t'was more then high time now Another Knight was sent me from the King To whom saluting me I gan a vow My innocencie till his words did ring A peale of ioyes neuer did Syren sing Nor Sayler heare such musike on the seas Sweetly to sound and rauishingly please The King said he thereat I lowly bent Commends him then I rear'd my heart againe Commaunds me how I muz'd at his intent Assure you that his Grace doth still remaine His royall selfe your louing soueraigne And wills you by his beames your thoughts to cleere Shrowded so long in clowdes of heauy cheere Where blind reports haue buzzed in his eares Some heinous crimes wherein you should offend Since no sound proofe no certaintie appeares He reckes them of no truth nor to no end Which made him in his princely iudgement send To heare your triall and not iudge before He could commaund no lesse you craue no more I thank't him for his kindnesse and repli'de Did now the liuehood of my youth remaine Had not my strength late with my honor di'de No opposite occasion could restraine My iourney poste but yet ere Phoebus waine Haue drawne him twice vnto his westerne rest I hope to be in better health addrest Two Agonies at once each in his kind Vnite themselues and so diuided me The bodies griefe and passions of the mind Agreeing in strength and striuing in degree Worke on their subiect leauing one to be Patient of sicknesse suppliant of mone And I poore I must be that odious one My Mitre with two toppes deceiu'd my head Within one top of Antichrists owne crowne In this I blessed am in being dead Before I wore that weight that casts men downe The soules and bodies both be ouerthrowne And were my Rotchet true religions staine Repenting teares now wash it white againe Comming to Leicester hard at their gate The Abbot with his Couent and their lights Met me O then againe I saw the state Not mine but theirs not theirs but churches rights This was the last of all the holy nights When no pure Planet would this sadnesse see The very toarches dropt blacke teares for me The Abbot meeting me stood halfe amaz'd Doubting what title should befit me best Seeing him silent when I had embrac'd Thus opned I the closure of my brest Father I come to take my latest rest Vouchsafe for this vile flesh some holy shrine Prouide a place to lay