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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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of her light Pearles may be foild and gold be turn'd to drosse The sun obscur'd the moone be turn'd to bloud The world may sorrow for Astraeas losse The heau'ns be darkned like a dusky wood Waste desarts lie where watry fountaines stood But faire Theologie for so she hight Shall neuer loose one sparkle of her light Such one she was as in his Hebrew song The wisest King for fairest creature prooues Embracing her the Cedar trees among Comparing her to roses and to doues Preferring her before all other loues Such one she was and euery whit as faire Beside these two was neuer such a paire Her handmaides in Amazon-like attire Went chaste and modest like Dianaes traine One by her gazing lookes seem'd to aspire Beyond the moone and in a high disdaine To deeme the world and wordly treasures vaine She hight Astrology on whose bright lawne Spheres Astrolabes and skilfull globes are drawne The next faire smiling with a pleasing cheere Had pow're to rauish and enchant mens eares High Rhetoricke whose shadowed vaile showne cleere With siluer tongues and ouer it she weares A wimpled scarfe bedew'd with hearers teares Whose captiue hearts she should detaine long while With pleasance of her vnaffected stile The third a quicke-eyd dame of piercing sight That reasons worth in equall ballance way'd The truth she lou'd aboue all earthly wight Yet could not tell her loue but what she saide Was certaine true and she a perfect maide Her garment short tuckt vp to worke prepar'd And she cald Logicke without welt or gard Next these whose outward lookes I knew aright And had some portion of their endlesse treasure Faire Algebra with figures richly dight Sweete Musicke foundresse of delightsome pleasure Earth-scanning Nimph directresse of all measure These humbly did her soueraigne highnesse greete And meekely laid their garlands at her feete From euery one she pluckt a speciall flower And laid each flower vpon a seuerall part Then from her owne a stemme of wondrous power Whose leaues were beames whose stalke a fi'ry dart And that she laid vpon my trembling hart Those were the buds of art this plant of blisse This gaue them life they yeelded grace to this Opening the closure of her speech diuine My sweetly-rauisht sence she thus bespake Now Prelate art thou plac'de in Gods deare vine To heau'nly thoughts thy studies whole betake And when thou shalt from drowsie sleepe awake Thanke these my handmaides that haue thought thee fit To whom the charge of soules I might commit To thee the charge of soules I here commit Of sheepe and shepheards both take ouersight If thou for gaine the greater charge omit Or loose one title of the churches right Or lesse esteeme Gods word then Kingly might Mingling religious booke with honors mace Leauing Gods fauor for the princes grace If thou by false pretence procure this wrong What may not learn'd iniquity procure Thy name shall die the vulgar sort among Proscript and abiect from those fathers pure Whose memory for euer shall endure Obliuion and disgrace vpon thy graue Shall write their triumph and thy name depraue This said her Martyrs drew her chariot on Through vnknowne passage of the blasting ayre And now to Abrahams bosome is she gone Commanding all her Nimphs and handmaids faire To these sweete waues and pleasant bankes repaire And I though full of care and vex't in mind Tooke shippe for England with a prosperous wind Welcome my Lord of Turney said the King Two Dukes with two as scornfull lookes past by A yong French Bishop seem'd so base a thing To such great noble things that looke so high As made me wonder at diuinitie That she the nearest to the King of Kings Should be debasde by any thing of things Say I were yong my liuely spirits were fit To grow in wisedomes euer-blowing spring Or say ambitious that's a marke of wit To beare our thoughts aloft on eagles wings And wit to youth especiall grace doth bring I hate such lingring wisedome as appeares In hoary cognisance of ancient yeares Say all the world th'aboundance of their mind And speake of Wolsey all the wrong they can I say the world is enuious and vnkind The multitude e're since the world began Was ready to reprooue the iustest man Who rightly climes the top of endlesse praise Regards not what the wise discourser saies Obiect they Turney I deuisde a way To compasse Lincolne or some other see Admire they this I found a blisfull day In primacy of Yorke enstall'd to be Such happy fortune still betided me That when they enuied at my meane estate I got some greater to confound their hate Each sence may common obiects comprehend Things excellent the sensitiue confound The eie with light and colours may contend The eare endure the note of common sound Both faile when glorious beames lowd strokes abound So enuy that at meanest things beare spite Stands mute at view of vnexpected height The peeres that hated me were now content With me their former friendship to renew Who sought by me to purchase gouernment And learne of me that thus in greatness grew O But the Italian Florentine said true The man furthereth other men to thriue Of priuate greatnesse doth himselfe depriue Failing to hit the marke whereat I aime They take the least rupulse in deepe disgrace And neuer ceast with fury to exclaime Against my name and odiously debase My birth my parents and vngentle race Vnnobly done which though I not respect Yet vnto them themselues I might obiect Where are the gifts whose ensignes ye pretend O dull inheritors of others praise The vertues that your lordly armes commend And crownd your ancients with immortall bayes Amisse faire Fortitude her coate displaies Where such as neuer durst maintaine the field May beare a lion armed in their shield Thou four-fold goddesse that hast stem'd thy crowne With wisedome valor temperance and right Place by thy sides those Heroes of renowne That temperate iustice with discretions might Let Herauldry prouide in honors sight That such as are with fathers goods possest Retaine their vertues or resigne their crest Fine schollers borne of Pallas heau'nly braine As she of Ioues haue purchasde this decree From meaner Princes in their seuerall raignes Dukes Vidams Barons such as brauest be To muse of things that nobles do not see When their reward though they be well regarded May be to be well thought of scarce rewarded Which made me when I once had found the spring Draw from the Fountaine where the proudest drew Leauing the counsell seeke vnto the King And when my purpose was indeede to sue To sue to him because I euer knew Suing to Courtiers with our best complaints Like superstitious praying vnto Saints Wolseius triumphans CLlio are all thy sisters scholler-like No court-like Muse for polliticke designes And onely for Apollo doe they strike Their instruments to what he most inclines Is this the reason that he euer shines No wōder if the world behold him bright Such
monuments but let them shine Old famous Hospitality t'enshrine That if she now be there it may appeare If not the stones may witnesse shee was there That honor which is left maintaine it still That which is past due or not due t'is gone And be you like your selues come what come will Those great procurers of the churches mone Shall one day be accusde by euery stone That now lies mute Let them aduance their stile And boast their armes beare you the crosse the while If crosses worne for sanctitie are despisde Because the wearers least deserue that crest Why should not crests of valour so be priz'd At equall rate but they enioy the best Being of worthy meedes farre dispossest A new Clarentieux made for this intent One for desart another for discent What field deserues emblazon'd more to be Then which our Sauiours bloud bestain'd with red What Princes heire inherits like degree To Gods deare sonne whose blessed armes were spred Vpon his armes the crosse whereon he bled All they that serue this Prince must weare that crest Like Princes followers fastned on their brest And happy is that seruant that hath store Of those crosse-badges and can vse them well Inuisible effects will more and more Prouoke a secret vertue to excell Wrought inwardly nor suffer there to dwell Vnherauld humorous stampes that seeme to burne When mettall wantes make coulour serue the turne Shall I discourse that man that wants a crosse Is a plaine man vntoucht and sure downe right Content to suffer his saluations losse When with a shadow he may hide the light And hopes to do it O religions night That hidest from our eies what most appeares Crossing of Starres of Planets and of Sphaeres Say then there are no Poles shortnesse of skill Followes that proposit on if there be Are they not opposite by Gods owne will Nay can diuision make equalitie Vnlesse the crossing make their euen degree He that denies the crossing of each Pole Astronomie condemnes him in the whole Then they were worne when no man durst resist If now they doe the world is wiser growne Mistaking was the cause I was not blist If Diagrammes of Euclide had bin knowne Dioscorides faire twines in gardens sowne The Mathematique skil of twining flowers Spheres Globes the earths authoritie were ours No more of this lest if I say too much My lines poore writer beare the greatest blame I may suspect because the world is such Sometimes iniuriously to lay the blame On him that speaketh in anothers name Yet Ile declare my glorious state much more To vex them deeper then they grudg'd before Nor was that starre that ioyned to the sunne Hath beene miraculous at noone daies view When equall with his fiery course he runne Or stoode admiring how his greatnesse grew So wondred at as when they gaue their due To presence of my state If I had light All borrowed was from Henries princely right How bright was he that could afford such beames And yet himselfe be glorious aboue measure How plentifull that had all flowing streames How kingly minded in his endlesse treasure From him I had my wealth from me his pleasure Let others ioy by other lights appeare True Cynthaes father shineth in my sphere If I bore pillars t'was a prophecy The church would want them to support their state In all my life there was a mysterie Accomplisht in my fall yet shall I rate My selfe in compasse or appoint a date To th'Empyrean highnesse of my birth Which I first made familiar to this earth Loaden with reuerence prowd with mine eie Which nothing but obedience would see Vnheau'nly musicall I might not lie Organs were common consorts were so free That pleasing others they displeased me Entring into my selfe I sung within An higher trebble then which they begin How loftie aboue other wings I flew And yet vnmelted by my Phoebus heate How faire a chariot in my sphere I drew And moouing still enioyd a perfect scate How royall how attended nay how great Not I but all forget but my discent No epithete fittes me but Excellent My studie heau'n my thoughts how to be wise My care to flourish my desire to gaine Glorie my end my comfort still to rise And to enioy next place to Princes raigne My setled purpose not to fall againe My plot was pollicie wit my defence Greatnesse my pride holinesse my pretence In due obseruance of the Lords behests So farre as weake mortality perceiu'd In such behauiour as behooued best Mortality vnlesse I were bereau'd Or I in it or it in me deceau'd I seem'd to shew the world so seem'd to see For to pretend is now esteem'd to be Ierusalem the pride of Palestine Renowned through the world for Syons height Within whose walls the purest Sun did shine That euer gaue heau'ns euer-shining light Though farre most glorious in all earthly sight Was iust my Peere and once of like renowne I for a man as that was for a towne What hath the world to which I may compare That thing which was my selfe what I haue beene Nature hir selfe is grown exceeding bare And Art wants words and histories faire Queene Will not report what mortall eies haue seene Lest Muses wanting musick take their wings As quite amaz'd and leaue their siluer strings Yea they whose opticke skill redoubles light And teaches men how they may see too farre That Art which bids Natures poore eies good night Gazed vpon the shewes of painted warre Or on an arras-wouen blazing starre Where Art with Nature curiously did striue In busie works of shadowes prospectiue When as they neede no more to calculate Or seeke the house of Planets and of signes They saw the figure of my high estate And knew how euery obiect there inclines Though iudging spirits be seldome true diuines Within my priuate house they might espie More of mine honour then in all the skie Who follow'd me but Fortune was at hand To follow him or if she went before To vsher him or if I made him stand To stand with him or if I wisht him more To begge herselfe to amplifie his store My birth enioyn'd my planets to a date My selfe made Fortune to be fortunate Mans eie makes what is seene to seeme so faire Mans eare makes what is heard to sound so sweete Mans speech is censur'd by the breathing ayre His touch by softnesse euerie sence is meete For his owne obiect but I needes must greete Sence-wanting Censurers that faile in this Not seeing things aright they heard amisse Why should I satisfie the vulgar sort That beast of many yet not wisest heads Whom I could wish some honest friend exhort To picke the Dazies in his parish meades For who my praise-excelling Triumph reades Although in glorious places he haue beene Must yet imagine more than he hath seene For I my selfe that could conceiue as well As other iudges of mine owne estate Stoode dumbe at mine owne height nay could I tell What to thinke of my selfe or