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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50034	Leycesters ghost	Rogers, Thomas, 1573 or 4-1609 or 10.; Burghley, William Cecil, Baron, 1520-1598.; Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.; Parsons, Robert, 1546-1610.	1641 (1641)	Wing R1837A; Wing L970; ESTC R9349	19,035	37

grape Yet did I to the man no injury I gave him time and leasure to repent And well hee knew hee had deserv'd too die Therefore all future mischiefe to prevent I let him slip away with my consent For his reprivall like a crasty Fox I sent no pardon but an empty Box Else as unfaithfull Banister betrayed The Duke of Buckingham his Master deere When hee of Richards tyranny affraid Fled to his servants house for succour there So might my man for gaine or forst for feare Have brought my corps with shame unto my grave By too much trusting to a pratling knave It seemes at mee great Norfolke Duke doth frowne Because hee thinkes I did his death contrive Perswading some hee aymed at the Crowne And that by Royall match hee meant to strive A Kingdome to his Lordship to revive Alas good Duke hee was too weake and mild And I too faithlesse that his trust beguild For that I found his favour first was bent To take the Scots captived Queene to wife I egg'd him on to follow his intent That by this meanes I might abridge his life And she a crowned Queene to stint all strife First finding Scotland lost to England fled Where shee in hope of succour lost her head O blessed Spirits live yee evermore In Heavenly Syon where your Maker raignes And give mee leave my fortunes to deplore That am fast fetterd with sinnes iron chaines Mans most sweet joyes are mixt with some soure paines And none doth live in high or low degree That can in life or death from Woe bee free And now my tongue growes weary to recite Such Massacres as have beene here exprest Whose sad remembrance doth affright my sprit Mee thinkes I see Legions of soules to rest In Abrahams bosome and my selfe oppest The burthen of my sinnes doe waigh mee downe At mee the Feinds doe laugh and Angels frowne My crimes I grant were great and manifold Yet not so hainous as men make report But flattering Parasites are growne so bold That they of Princes matters make a sport To please the humour of the vulgar sort And that poore peevish giddy-headed crew Are prone to credite any tale untrue Let those that live endeavour to live well Least after death like mine their guilt remaine Let no man thinke there is no Heaven nor Hell Or like the impious Saduces maintaine That after death no flesh shall rise againe Let no man trust to fortunes fickle wheele The guerdon due for sinne I partly feele Know that the Prince of Heavenly Seraphines When hee against his Creatour did rebell Was tumbled downe for his presumptuous sinne Sathan that onst was blest like lightening fell From the highest Heaven to the deepest Hell And all those Angels that his part did take Have now their portions in the burning lake Of mighty heapes of treasure I could vaunt For I reapt profit out of every thing I could the Prince and peoples hearts inchant With my faire words and smoth fac'd flattering Yea out of drosse pure gould I oft did wring For though the meanes to winne bee oft unmeet The smell of lucre ever smelleth sweet So I sometime had very much good hap Great suites of my dread Soveraigne to obtaine Prodigall fortune powr'd downe from her lap Angels in gold as thick as drops in raine Such was my luck to find the golden vaine Likewise with mee it seemed nothing strange Both rent and lands oft with my Prince t' exchange I had another way to enrich my selfe By getting Licenses for mee alone For wine oyle velvet cloath and such like pelfe Also by Licenses of Alienation By raising rents and by oppression By claiming forrests pastures commons woods And forfeiture of lands of life and goods By this strange course I also greatly thriv'd In falling out with my deere Soveraigne For I the plot so cunningly contriv'd That reconsilement soone was made againe And by this meanes great gifts I did obtaine For that I might my purse the better fill I begg'd great suites as pledge of new good will Besides sometimes I did enerease my store By benefits that I from Oxford tooke Electing heads of houses heretofore I lov'd their money and they lov'd there booke Some poorer though more learned I forsooke For in those dayes charity waxed cold Little was done for love but much for gold Doubtles my Father was a worthy Peere In Edward the sixt dayes when hee was sent Agrainst Rebels that did rise in Norfolke shire And after that when hee to Scotland went Vnder the Lord Protectours regiment By notable exploit against the Scot Eternall glory to himselfe hee got Truly ambition was his greatest fault Which commonly in noble hearts is bred Hee thought hee never could his State exalt Till the good Duke of Somerset was dead Who by my Fathers meanes did loose his head So ill the race of Dudleis could endure The Seymoures lives which did their fame obscure When onst King Edward at the butte had shot My Father said your grace shootes neere the marke The King repli'd but not so neere I wot As when you shot my Vncles head off quite The Duke my Father knew the King said right And that hee meant this matter to debate If ere hee liv'd to come to mans estate It seemes my Father in times past had beene A skilfull Archer though no learned clearke So strange a chance as this is seldome seene I doe suppose hee shot not in the darke That could so quickly hite so faire a marke Nor have I mist my aime nor worse have sped When I shot off the Duke off Norfolkes head Now when the Duke of Somerset was dead My Father to the French did Bulloigne sell As pleased him the King hee governed And from the privy Counsell did depell Th' Earles of Southampton and of Arundell Thus while he rulde and controuled all The wise young King extreamely sick did fall Who having languisht long of life depriv'd Not without poison as it was suspected The Counsaile through my Fathers meanes contriv'd That Suffolkes Daughter should be Queene elected The sisters of King Edward were rejected My brother Gilford to Iane Gray was wedded Too high preferr'd that was so soone beheaded This Lady Iane that onst was term'd a Queene Greater in fame then fortune was put downe Had not King Henries Daughters living beene Might for her vertues have deserv'd a Crowne Fortune on her at onst did smile and srowne Her wedding garment for a Princes meet Was quickly changed for a winding sheet For I was jumpe of Iulius Caesars mind That could no one superiour Lord endure Nay I to rule my Soveraigne was enclin'd And bring the Common-people to my lure Accompting that my fortunes was obscure And that I lived in a wofull plight If any one Ecclipst my graces light The love to raigne makes many men respect Neither their friend their kindred nor their vow The love to raigne makes many men neglect The duty which to God and man they owe From

My face well grast with smiles my purse with Crownes Houlding the raines of honour in my hand I manag'd all the State I did command My lookes with humble Majesty repleat Made some men wish mee a Kings royall seat Thus waxt I popular to purchase fame To mee the Common-peoples knees did bow I could my humour still so fittely frame To entertaine all men to outward show For few with inward love my heart did know And that I might not seeme puft up with pride Bare-headed oft through Cities I did ride While some cried out God save you gratious Lord Lord how they did my fame h'iperobolize My words and gesture did so well accord As with their hearts I seem'd to simpathize I charm'd their cares and did enchant their eyes Thus was I reckon'd their chiefe Potentate No poller but a piller of the State Then I was call'd the life and ô the Court And some I wot wisht I had beene the head I had so great a traine and such a port As did the pompe of Mortimer exceed Whom as in th' English Cronicles wee read When second Edward lost his Kingly rights Was waited on at onst with nine score Knights The Earle of March Sir Robert Mortimer Ruld the young King Queene mother and the Peeres I Robert Dudley Earle of Leycester Did sway in Court and all the English Shires His rule was short mine florisht many yeares Hee did his life with Ignominy loose I liv'd and triumpht ore my proudest foes As the Image of great Alexander dead Made King Cassander tremble at his sight Spying the figure of his Royall head Whose presence sometime did the World affright Or like as Caesar monarchizing spright Persude false Brutus at Phillippos field Till hee that slew his leige himselfe was kild So view yee petty Lords my Princely Ghost I speake to you whose heart is full of gall I whilst I liv'd was honour'd of the most And either fear'd for love of great and smale Or lov'd for feare of such as wisht my fall Behold my shadow representing State Whose person sometime did your pride abate Waigh what I was Knights Gentlemen and Peeres When my death threatning frownes did make you quake As yet there was not pass't not many yeares Since I you plumes pluckt lofty crests did shake Then tell mee Sirs for old acquaintance sake Waxe yee not pale to heare of Leysters name Or to bakebite mee blush yee not for shame You say in dealings that I was unjust As if true Justice ballance yee could guide Had I dealt justly I had turn'd to dust Long before this your corps swolne up with pride Which now surviving doe my acts deride My fame yet lives though death abridg'd my dayes Some of you died that over liv'd your praise Are there not some among you Parasites Time-servers and observers of no measure Damn'd Machevillians given to lust and pleasure Church robbers beggers of the Princes treasure Prince-smothers people pleasure Hippocrites Truce-breakers Pirats Atheists Sycophants Can equity dwell here where conscience wants And yet you thinke none justly deales but you Divine Astrea up to Heaven is fled And turne to Libra there looke up to v●iew Her ballance in the zodiack figur'd Iust Aristldes onst was banished Where lives his match whom envy did persue Because men thought hee was too just and true Yee say ambition harbour'd in my braine I say ambition is no hainous sinne To men of state doe stately thoughts pertaine By basebred thoughts never can any winne Who ever did a great exploite beginne Before ambition mov'd him to the deed And hope of honour urg'd him to proceed Themistocles had never put to flight Xerxes hughe host nor tam'd the Persian pride Nor had King Pyrrus got by marshall sight The Romans spoiles with conquest on his fight If first ambition had not beene the guide Had not this humour their stout hearts allur'd To high attempts their fame had beene obscur'd The Eagle doth disdaine to catch smale flies The Lion with the Ape doth scorne to play The Dolphin doth the Whirle-pooles love despice Thus if Beasts Birds and Fishes beare such sway Much more should man whom reason doth adorne Bee noble minded and base fortune scorne Admit I could dissemble wittily This is no grievious sinne in men of State Dissembling is a point of policy Plaine dealing now growes stale and out of date Wherefore I oft conceald my privy hate Till I might find fit time though long I stay'd To wreake the wrath that in my heart I lai'd The ould proverbe saith plaine dealing is a Juell But hee that useth it a begger dies The World is now a dayes become so cruell That Courtiers doe plaine Country-men despice Quick wits and cunning heads doe quickly rise And to bee plaine yee shall plainely deale That office seekes in Court or Common-wealth Now Aristippus is in more request That knew the way to please a Monarch's mind Then that Cinique swad that us'd to jest At every idle Knave that hee could find To unkind friends you must not bee too kind This is a maxime which to you I give Men must dissemble or they cannot live Yee say I was a cowerd in the field I say that fits not such a Noble wight To whom his Countrey doth the title yeeld of Lord Lieutenant with full power and might To venture his owne person in the fight Let others die which as our vassailes serve Whilst heaven for better haps our hopes preserve How soone did Englands joy in France diminish When th' Earle of Salisbury at Orl●●n●e By gunshot strooke his honours life did finish When Talbot that did often time advance The English Enfines in despite of France Was at the da●t Invironed and slaine Whose name the French-mens terrour doth remaine And what a fatall wound did Rome recieve By Crassus death whom faithlesse Parthians slue How did the Senate for Flaminius grieve And for Aemilius death and his stout crue Whom Hannibal at Cannes did subdue Cut off an arme yet life the heart may cherish Cut off the head and every part will perish Iphicrates th' Athenian usde to say Vaunt Currours are like hands to battaile prest The men of armes are feet whereon to stay The Foote-men as the stomack and the brest The Captaines as the head above the rest The head onst crased troubleth all the parts The Generall slaine doth kill ten thousand hearts Therefore a Lord Lieutenant should take care That hee in safety doe himselfe repose And should not hazard life at every dare But watch and ward so Fabius tir'd his foes When rash Minutius did the conquest loose If such in open danger will intrude It is fond rashnes and not fortitude You say I was lascivious in my love And that I tempted many a gallant Dame Not so content but I did also prove To winne their handmaids if I like the game Why Sirs you know love kindles such a flame As if wee may beleeve what Poets penne It doth inchant the