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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10085	Honors fame in triumph riding. Or, The life and death of the late honorable Earle of Essex	Pricket, Robert.	1604 (1604)	STC 20339; ESTC S115234	11,632	34

pure streames of bloud gusht forth from azurd vaines the foode of life distild Wisedome loue faith renowne and honor both were all at once thus hackt thus chopt thus kild There was a sight to send forth sorrowes floud A Swanny whitenes wrapt in robes of bloud But thinke you saw him and for his sake Then let your teares woes period make Thus masacard in strength of lusty youth was Englands Earle whose worth the world admir'd His life till now had prou'd his honors truth vntimely was his fatall death conspir'd If any read whose hand was stain'd therein Let some vild death make known his damned sin The rest that mourne let sorrowes tide Make honors fame in triumph ride Go to the Courts of Denmarke France Spaine and sadly tell his dolefull tragicke seane And marke what sighs your words will entertaine and see what teares from honored eies will streame In any place within earths compasse round This tale but told may sighs and teares be sound Faire Ladies they with drownd vp eies To honors fame will sacrifice And when report hath tolde his sorrowes story his life and death and actions done by him Then reard vp hands will wonder at his glory each hearer seemes in sorrowes flouds to swim And then they say would not his Queene forgiue His fault that such a peerelesse prince might liue Yes had she knowne asmuch as they He had not then beene cast away Her Royall brest was falsly oft accusde of cruell deeds but She was mercies childe For honors death She well may be excus'd by priuate tales rough worke was smoathly filde Could he but once Her glories sight haue gaind And vnto Her his wrongs and woes complaind Then had he liu'd and that they knew Whose hate her hart from him withdrew But could her eyes these weeping lines peruse her princely teares would show hir sorrows griefe Her selfe would say they did hir grace abuse that in that action were the actors chiefe And truth to say I thinke her Maiesty Was chiefest mourner in that tragedy Though now a fluent nimble wit Can bouldly play the polliticke I doe not striue Inuectiuely to speake nor haue I will a wilfull harme to doe A peace confirm'd I would by no meanes breake yet can I not like fawning flatterers woe Let truth be truth and free the dead from wrong And blame him not that sings this sorrowes song For him who did a souldier loue Whose death a souldiers griefe doeth moue Vnto his Country his honours bloud he gaue which for his Country more better had bin spent Vnkinde his Country that worthy bloud to craue which was for her and for her seruice bent His mother England hauing slaine her sonne The world will say it was vnkindly done Though iustice may with this dispence It wanted mercies influence This Yron world hath Angell mercy left worlds worldlings they that vertue hence haue driuen This rotten age is of that grace bereft that mercy now is onely plac'd in heauen And thither is the ghost of honor fled Through ayerie orbes by heauenly angels led Vnto that place where ioye excels And there the soule of honour dwels Where God and Christ and holy ghost combinde inuironde are with glory more then if Ten hundred thousand sunnes at once all shinde and clearly should their radient splendence guise Amidst that glory the soule of Essex stands In endlesse ioy vpheld by Angels hands Then mourne no more heauen hath his spirit Whose life on earth such praise did merit But now heauens God King Queene Prince and state inuiron roūd within thy loues protection Let Britons Monarch like the worlds triumphe rate rule still in peace rulde by thy lawes direction His Nobles blesse and let no priuate hate Procure the meanes our peace to ruinate And thus my Muse his farewell giues And tels the world Fames honour liues Upon the Author and his subiect THou that true Honor from the graue doest raise And on Fames golden wings doest make it flie Who with thy Pen the neuer dying praise From ground doest lift vp to the Starrie skie Of that braue Earle whose life the greatest glory Whose death to Britaine yeeldes the saddest storie Oh giue me leaue thy faithfull hart t' admire Which suffrest not thy loue with him to dye But with thy Muse doest make affections fire To shine most bright now he intomb'd doth lye And as thy sword while he inioy'd his breath So now thy Pen doth serue him after death Thy worke I cannot say doth match his worth For heauen and earth doth equall that no more T is praise for Prickets Pen if it pricke forth Some gowned Muse his fortunes to deplore Schollers and Souldiers both were to him bound Why should they not be both like thankefull found All those braue Romaines whom the world admir'd So much for their high magnanimitie With morrall vertues were not more inspir'd Besides his cleere light of Diuinitie All his lifes morne he like a Romaine led At noone like a Diuine went to deaths bed Epita There sleepes great Essex dearling of mankinde Faire Honors lampe foule Enuies pray Artes fame Natures pride Vertues bulwarke lure of minde Wisdomes flower Valoures tower Fortunes shame Englands sunne Belgias light Frances star Spaines thūder Lysbones lightning Irelands clowde the whole worlds wonder Ch. Best Arm.

his tacklings torne Through rockes through cliffes through walls of brasse His noble minde did then resolue to passe For if to Thetis get he could Saue life and men and ship he should Thence did proceed the rigor of that day VVhen haples life to liue did helpeles striue Dispaire inrag'd did beare too great a sway Hope could not at his wish for hauen arriue Reuenge mistrust and hate preuention wrought VVith bloody mouthes they his destruction sought From euill to worse poore Earle he fled So was he to the slaughter led Guarded with friends vntimely forth he goes To raise a force so strong his part to take As that he might remoue his setled foes And to his Queene a quiet passage make But faithles hate did presently deuise Proclayme him traytor out aloude he cries The name of traytor kild him dead So he aliue was murthered Doubtles I thinke he had no Traytors hart 'Gainst Queene and State he did no treason plot No more did they that then did take his part He onely stroue 'gainst them that lou'd him not But yet the Lawe their act did treason make Such hostile armes no subiects vp must take Thus when he thought an euill to shun A greater euill by him was done The Law hath past Iustice his stroke hath strooke And he is dead yet shal he still suruiue Vpon his honoured Vertues will I looke And make them liue as were himselfe aliue He dyde for treason yet no Traytor Why The Treason done he did it ignorantly Intent and purpose in the act Is that which makes a Traytors fact But God forbid such Action should be good As rashly into rude Combustion throwes A Kingdomes State and wraps her brest in blood Where peace in pomp with glorious plenty growes And for this cause I thinke that Iustice ment To make his death a mournfull President His tryall could example giue Why did not Mercy let him liue Because that Mercy not arightly knew His heart whom she disloyall did account Report did feed her taste with Gall and Rue For by his fall some other vp must mount And so they haue the Gallowes top vnto For euer so may such like Mounters doe But God is iust so shall they finde That lay their plots with bloudy minde With humble lynes to Englands honored State A Souldiers passion doeth desire to flye Who neuer sought that Lord to ruinate Nor chase him with bloud-thirsty cruelty True honour No some baser stuffe it was That sought to bring that stratageme to passe For in that time Peeres were no men They walkt about like shaddowes then Yet in the ranke of Honour Honours grace Reuerend renowm'd religious vertuous learn'd Graue sober chaste vpheld a Primates place Whose godly wisdome Englands eyes discearnd His soule diuine was to that Earle a friend Whom froward fate bequeath'd to fatall end But now their soules in purest loue Liue with their Christ in heauens aboue Then Honours Seat and Wisdomes fountayne pure Iudgemēt approu'd the rule of Conscience sound His grieued thoughts did woes extreme endure As did his loue so did his griefes abound A Iustice Chiefe an equall loue preferres No kingdome hath two worthyer Iusticers Both these did mourne when Honour fell For both were knowne to wish him well And in my mind of Lords Earles I view A mourning troup whose looks all downward thrown Told to the world that they were mourners true They reapt the fruit that sorrowes seed had sown Ladies wise fayre and chaste they weeping went Sad time sad cause procur'd their discontent Though Law strict course of Iustice kept The most and best of all sorts wept Then Noble minds wil help my Muse to mourne The losse of him whom Honour did aduance In their sad thoughts haue Sable robes bin worne They sigh to thinke of that sinister chance Whose bloudy hād with fatal death snatcht hence That honored Earle true Honours Excellence Doe him this right and Honour gayne Pluck from his Hearse false rumors stayne Oh how I grieue Report doeth wound my soule So many treasons 'gainst that Earle obiected Who whilst he liu'd could those reports cōtroule And but in one that last and least detected Kill him no more too well we know hee 's dead Whose life would now a ioyes content haue bred No paper-powder rays'd vp smoke Can Fames true honored vertues choke It 's false to say hee would a King haue bin From faith honor he made no such digression His heart was cleare from such so foule a sin He alwayes stood for this approu'd Succession Which happily doeth now the Throne possesse Heauens mighty God protect his Mightinesse Dead Earle amidst bright Angels wings Amen thy heauenly Spirit sings Damme vp your mouthes foule Enuies insolence Fil not the world with monstrous mouthed lies Of hate and malice you are the Instruments Though smoothly you can closely temporize Wrong not the dead nor liuing honor wound Let not one fault all vertues worth confound To make the best of things misdone Hath alwayes greatest honour wonne No cause there was that in his lucklesse fall So proudly some should triumph as they did Against an Earle to spit impoysoned gall But bloudy thoughts were made in bloud so red As heat and rage too much himselfe forgot And boldly spake he car'd not how nor what No vp-start groome sprung from the Cart Should braue the honour of a lands desart So vse base minds in greatnesse to forget The place whence first they their beginning had Their proud disdayne the noblest brest would hit The fall of honour makes them wondrous glad So was 't or else he rather would haue wept Then proudly such a ruffling coyle haue kept In this I ioy his Prophecy The time hath turn'd to foolery He was not last though last that so shall end We haue a Bud sprung frō that honored Branch God in thy loue doe thou that Earle defend And so his state by vertues steps aduance As he may grow an honour to his King Whose mercy did his youth to honor bring And he that drest his fathers dish Lord let his end be worse then his England beare witnesse deceased Honour dyde Rich in thy Loue his Loue was pure to thee Not for his gayne but for thy good he tryde To doe what might become his Dignity He hated Bribes Extortion he defide Gayne by thy losse his noble heart denyde To doe thee good he spent his wealth His Ioy consisted in thy health The Church of God Diuine religious Grace Was grac'd by him his heauenly sanctity Vnto the written Truth of God gaue place His heart did loue the reuerend Ministery All Popish trash and Romes inuentions vilde Were from his Soule as hatefull things exilde Good men from foes hee did protect The poore he neuer did reiect He was no Churle nor wretch-like couetous His noble Brest as drosse base gold esteemd Valiant Liberall Wise and Vertuous His honor more then all worlds wealth he deemd Some could in print his honored