set to sea But that soone was too late when towres doe stand With bending browes men will immediately Set buttresses he that would save a state In its decline must not procrastinate This stay made Henry censur'd and the blot Was mark'd of all set in so high a fane As Henries worth Small Starres obscur'd would not Be mark'd by Kepler or the Noble Dane But be the Sunne Eclips'd th' Eclipse will be Tooke to a Digit by some Alestrâ—e That which deceived him was he set his rest That Charles meant faire but he drew closely on His warre i' th' Treatie and that Rule profest That th' Eleventh Lewis lectur'd to his sonne To learne but so much Latine as might tell And tutour him how to dissemble well Besides his trust in Maximilians strength Who was to marry with Brittanias heire Impos'd upon him for that King at length Shew'd himselfe nothing when he lost so faire A Hope as She for he cold Suitour did Dutchesse and Dutchy too by Proxie wed This Confidence her followers betrayes Mounts us to foile us like the Eagle just When she will breake she will the Tortoise raise Henry had sav'd this Dutchy by distrust That argument of weakenesse seldome heard The weakest thing should be the strongest guard The subsidie was now to be collected But he must be beholden to his sword For 's mony which the Northerne men protected As Gryphons doe the Ingots which they hoord Or like the Mines which as Olaus writes Have for their Guardians Subterranean sprites For the Commissioners no sooner came To York-shire but they rais'd a mutinie In stead of mony for King Richards name Being there still in recent memory Rose like a spirit at some conjuration And the great word i' th' Circle was Taxation For they as once the Androsians did pretend Want whom when Athens did enjoyne to pay A Tax and for the levying it did send The Goddesse Violence We have sayd they A Goddesse too as powerfull as she A Goddesse which we call Necessity This roused Henry in just rage to see Th' authoritie of Parliament cast downe To countermand what there th' Estates decree Doth make a blow directly at the Crowne And should he suffer that he should commit Implicit treason ' gainst himselfe and it And should he winke at th' Antecedent there He would be forc'd this Consequent to see The rest by dangerous Logick would inferre If Yorke-shire will not pay it why should we And by strange Grammar never taught in Schoole From on Example make a Generall rule Then to Northumberland his Mandates goe With strict injunctions nothing to remit But he the businesse doth carry so That by the People thought the cause of it He 's slaine in th' Act sure Henry was at cost Before a Pennie got a Noble lost Being thus in Blood the malcontents agree To goe against King Henry and conclude Chamber and Egremond their chiefes should be And thus the many-headed Multitude Although it boasted Heads enough before To be more Monster will have two Heads more Fame with one of her Pinions soone had writ This newes to Court Surrie as soone was sent To hush this Tumult and annihill it Who like a Tempest scouring as he went Some of those Clouds scar'd at his presence flew But like the wind call'd Cecias others drew For the Principalls were tooke and led To Yorke where they did by just vengeance fall Chamber in gallant manner suffered For he was hang'd in State above them all Thus Chamber even in ruine did aspire For they erected him one story higher But Egremond seeing the cause miscarry And all his followers like a mist dispeld Fled into Burgundy that Sanctuary Of Traytours who like vapours hence expeld To Her as to the middle Region flew The Place whence Henries greatest Tempests grew Then Henry call'd a Parliament againe For subsidies he did remunerate With Lawes and such were framed in his Reigne As with th' old Heroes shall him celebrate Lycurgus would be prow'd if hither sent To be but Clerke of Henries Parliament For 't was a Principle amongst the Prime Of their Law givers t' have the law aspire To the Condition of the present time And seldome had their mounture planted higher But in all Henries statutes Henries eye Look'd through the present at futurity In England then as in Polonia now Were but two sort of People the whole land Or in too base servility did bow Or in too high a statelinesse command To have no meane a vacuum doth imply Abhor'd in states as in Philosophy The reason was inclosures farmes were then Turn'd to demesnes therefore the land as yet No Yeomen had but clownes or Gentlemen Th' abuse reform'd did that third sort beget So proving what our Logicke doth deny The best division is Trichotomie By this mysterious way our Soldiery Had its foundation layd in any states To live too poorely or too gallantly Vnapts the spirits and emasculates For through a softnesse and habituall feare One cannot suffer th' other cannot dare Which makes a morall Monster in the state A fortitude defective in one part For action joyn'd with passion integrate The All of valour and a Souldiers heart Must have them so that yet they hardly know Which is the chiefe to suffer or to doe But then this sort of men as a third creature Bred up in fulnesse and some taking paines Amphibion like partaking of each nature Made able foote so having equall graines Of pow'r to doe and suffer valour went By this new mixture to a temperament This time were Maximilians subjects growne To Rebells and the newes to Henry flies Who like a King did make the case his owne For he stood Vmpire in all injuries As if Astrea when she did abhorre The Earth had made him her Executour And to such perfect Rebels that they tooke Their Soveraigne Prisoner after faith was made And loyalty was vow'd when he did looke For all things rather than to be betray'd Dangers most dangerous when we doe not minde it Not to looke for it is the way to finde it And in this Act a Smith stir'd most about Basenesse first tramples on a humbled Crest The Emblem proves that the ignoble rout Scoffes most at greatnesse clouded and deprest The Pygmies mocked Alcides when he slept And none but Hares by the dead Lyon leapt A Smith was busiest with the Emperour The Cornish Rebels did a Smith obey A Bardeaux Smith first strooke the governour Who came a civill discord to allay And the Ephesian Silver-smiths did make An uprore for their great Dianas sake Tumults seeme incident to Smiths by fatâ— Whose very Trade doth as an Emblem show Both the Incendiaries of a State And bellowes too which the sedition blow The Hammers with their harsh tumultuous jarre Make in their braines a kind of Civill warre How did that Time crosse its first course when fate Would Kings subject to their owne subjects doome Th' English rebell These their King Captivate The Scots Kill
discipline Who would the Body of an Armie make Must the beginning at the Belly make Then men were rais'd and ammunition brought Monie's indeed the sinew of all warre But sinewes of the Armes and Armes are thought By Machiavell to be preferred farre Thus Solon deem'd when he that Monarch told The better Iron would have all the Gold For leaders of these men he did assigne Bedford and Oxford so they us'd to be His choyse had in it something of Divine Fix'd with a kinde of fatall Constancie None from his Grace but Stanly fell away He was the onely State Apostata He would not their Election decline Their fortunes did for their election call Felicity is an egregious signe And proper Marke to choose a Generall Let judgement valour in the Van appeare T is nought if Fortune bring not up the Reare But Henries Agents now to Henry sent That Maximilian could no succour be Henry so cover'd this advertisment That none perceiv'd he saw what he did see Like to the Opticke vertue in the eyes Vnseene it selfe yet all things else discries His weakenesse did Originally rise From 's Flemmings who indocile to obey Did contumeliously their Prince despise Which made him once in jesting earnest say That other Kings were Kings of men but He Was King of Kings who would no subjects be So true was that which Machiavell once spake On Maximilian who so e'r despends Shall from his freindship no more succour take Than the Campanians brought unto their friends Who being small in strength and great in Fame Vnto their aydes brought nothing but a name Then Henry ship'd his men meaning to be Alone in th' Action and the Honour too He had so soone pass'd the obedient sea As if it had profess'd what our Lawes doe 'T was under his dominion and his owne As of the Ligeance of the English crowne Then march'd to Bulloine and already took 't In their capacious thoughts with threatning eye They look'd upon it as Gonsalvo look'd On Naples when he vow'd rather to dye With one foote forward in a noble heate Than live an age with halfe a footes retreate But sudainely coole Aires of Peace did breath Lord Cordes did negotiate that Peace Whose Spirit once breath'd onely warre and death Treates now that all hostility may cease The Fabled Clowne would wonder to behold One like his Satyre blowing hot and cold And here was Henries wisedome not to heare Peaces soft tunes before the Drummes had strooke A low'd defiance when his forces there Might force his owne Condition to be tooke That 's the brave Peace whose Articles are made Vnder a shield and written with a blade This Peace pleas'd Henry which the Frenchmen bought With more than th' English gave unto the warre But yet the People seeing he did nought With all the Money were enrag'd so farre That to a dangerous Proverbe they presum'd Himselfe he feather'd and his people plumd But our young gallants had most neede of blackes Who to be bravely furnish'd paund their lands In hope of these French warres and on their backes Brought so much English ground to Callis sands That they left none A strange Armoriall shield That they should beare their Armes without a field He therefore meant to make the peace be thought His Councels act and suffer'd them to take Rich presents as with which the Peace was bought Vnder their shapes Henry this Peace did make Examine Iove and looke upon his scapes The Poets make them done in other shapes The course he us'd might prejudiciall prove By winning of his Councels hearts to France For Mutianus thus pretending love To Antonine did all his friends advance But Mutian by this Practise did so please Antonine lost all his dependances Yet Henry had faire Glosses for this Peace Which did his Honour with his subjects save T' exhaust no blood and to imburse th' increase Of yearely Tributs satisfaction gave None bled but the French treasure and the King Open'd that veine for Physicke every spring The End of this French warre was to rewinne Brittaigne which was past all Eviction gone And Maximilians aides which should have beene Meanes to acquire this End came never on No Agent doth his purpose more extend Which is defective both in meanes and end But this was his best Argument he heard That Burgundy was making of a King Out of a Duke of Yorke and justly fear'd The stormes which follow'd For this twice-born thing Like to the twice-borne Bacchus at his Birth Amaz'd with Thunder the affrighted Earth The linkes of causes set in Homers chaine Not closer joyn'd nor more continued are Than the affaires of Kings no Interreigne Is in their State nor Vacuum in their Care The sweating sickenesse in his Dayes so great Was a Presage that he should Reigne in sweate He having not respir'd since he last did Strive with a King in Substance falls at Oddes With a Phantasme an Idoll King will bid Henry defiance Kings are Earthly Gods And this prov'd Henry one that he should see So many Idols tempt his Deitie Burgundies Dutchesse knew imposture could As the best Ingen torture Henry most Therefore sh' had Spials for such Boyes as should Make Dukes of Yorke at last on one they crost So apt to take a forme that if there were A Rellicke of the Chaos it was there And this that Perkin was that Errant Knight Henries Landloper Ape of Majestie Sonne of a Jew who was a Convertite Oweing to England his nativitie And out of zeale the Dutchesse now will doe Her best to make the Sonne a convert too But this was pretty our fourth Edward did Christen the Boy and hence suspition feignes Some of that wanton Princes blood was hid To make him something Yorke in Perkins veines And this might well the Boyes ambition touch God-father had a sillable too much This is that metall must trans-changed be By leaving its first nature others doubt If Gold can be produc'd by Alchymie But I 'le presume this metall had come out If Henries starres did not the worke restreine As faire a peece as any Soveraigne Let Paracelsus glory that he can Make Artificiall men she will doe more And by a resurrection bring a man To ' a Naturall life which he had lost before Who in so neere a likenesse did survive As that he pos'd the clearest Perspective Soone as her Art this Bullion had refind She stamp'd him with the face of majestie And soone as she had this Rose Noble coyn'd She sent him from her least the mystery Might be discover'd and suspition should Thinke he were cast in a Burgundian mold Hot from her shop to Portugall he goes To waite a fit Conjuncture which must be When France and England are declared foes Soone as they had this opportunitie This Peece was vented on the Irish shore Where one as false was currant once before From thence King Charles sent for him into France Where he a guard and Princely service had So great an invitation might
as much reverence feele Shaking his Rattle as his rod of steele I know 't was Henries principle for he Both out of valour and distrust would goe Himselfe in Person'gainst the Enemie The Turkish bounds were first extended so As some observe for their first Sultans tooke Some charge in every battaile that was strooke Besides their presence brings more clearely in Claime to the Glory of the victory Of which some Princes have so jealous bin That Constantine this Act did ratifie To us the Honour of the Conquest yeeld A hundred miles though distant from the field Lincolne makes to the King although no ayde As he had promis'd to himselfe appeard And though he saw his confidence betray'd He wisely did dissemble what he fear'd And lightning hopes were in his browes exprest Though loud despaire did thunder in his brest T was done like a Commander he must call Assurance to his most deplor'd occasion A Captaines passion 's Epidemicall And souldiers put it on by imitation A souldier will his Captaines colours weare Be they the Red of Ioy or Pale of Feare Lincolne encamp'd upon a hill so high His hopes were once but Henry in the plaine So was his Case Lincolne resolv'd to try His fortune presently march'd downe againe And from the hill descending to the vale Himselfe was his owne Emblem of his fall â—hen t was advis'd whether they should protract â—r suddenly upon the Rebels fall â—ut Henry willing that great chiefe to act â—ho by deferring nothing conquer'd all Calls for the fight and Politickes have cast In all defections Generals must make hast â—ut how they fought is told so nakedly â—s if the writers of those times had layd â— blanke in that part of the History â—o let the moderns guesse what should be sayd For Chronicles doe it so lamely tell As if t were sayd they came they fought they fell They say the Vangard where the King did lead Did onely to the fight assistance bring â—s if the King in charity would spread â—ome Princely lustre on this pretty thing Who would have beene a king though he were none Here was his Glory he had fought with one And Lovell feeling that the fight grew hot Thought of a cooler and would swimme the Trent But long before the other side he got Was swallow'd by the angry Element It seemes the streame out of a loyall sense Would nor support a Traytor to his Prince But valiant Swarts for terme of life did take Possession of the ground where he did stand And Lincolne too whom though his Hopes did make The sole Commander once of the whole land Measure him now and he 'le no more contest Give him sixe foote let who will take the rest There was the mock-king younker Simnell tooke Whose word was Regno when he did appeare On th' highest cog of Fortunes wheele but strooke To sine Regno now the lowest there Thus Honours Pyramid it selfe extends Into a Point then in a nothing ends But Henries scorne or pitty would not goe So farre as to his life rather thought fit To keepe him in his Kitchin for a show Where he should turne a Scepter to a spit And there the king whose right they did so boast Must be content to fit and rule the roast Nor would Augustus have that Puppit slaine That Alexander who was brag'd to be King Herods sonne but in a brave disdaine Enslav'd him in his Gallies so that he Who gloried at the Helme of State before Sate then degraded tugging at an Oare After the field was won Henry did fall To weede the rootes whence following wars might spronght As 't were to cancell the Originall Whence future discords might be copied out Had he left off when th' Enemie did flye He had but woo'd not wedded Victory He cut off all th' adherents that did stand For the late Rebells and each sparke bereave Of hope to reenflame it was a brand Stamp'd upon Caesars actions not to leave A warre halfe done From an unvanquish'd foe And yet provok'd the greatest dangers grow Now Henry look'd abroad and having here Dispell'd the sullen mists began to throw His lustre and his Influence elsewhere Like to a naturall Agent which doth show Its vertue in the Center first and thence Dilate it selfe to the circumference And it was time for now King Charles of France Aiming at Brittaigne in 's ambitious minde Quarrels the Duke for succouring Orleans Who had fled to him 'T is not hard to finde Pretenses when inferiours should be vext Give me but Pow'r I 'le finde out a pretext The French Embassadours to Henry sue Or to stand Neuter or their Master aide Against Brittaines Duke but Henry knew Should he doe either Brittaine were betray'd And in this Dutchie were the French invested We should by sea at pleasure be infested But this Dilemma was well neare above All Henries Logick Henry was so ty'd Both to this King and Duke that he must prove Ingrate to one ayding of either side He hath a Wolfe by th' Eares and doth not know Whether 'ts best to hold or let him goe He would not stand a Neuter like the Bat When Beasts and fowles in the feign'd Battaile fought And therefore curs'd to flye in darkenesse that Had Henries vertue into question brought For not asserting Justice which must be Faire on one side upon necessitie At last concludes for Brittaine for he should At once be Charles his friend and his owne foe Should he ayde France and no injunctions hold Man to such offices as man undoe The strictest Moralist will set me free Where my owne gratitude would ruine me Henry indeede by a Particular tye Had beene much bound to France but he was more Bound to preserve his subjects liberty Which had beene hazzarded were Brittaine lost The greater Bond thus making voyde the lesse Who can implead him of ingratefulnesse Then was the Action mov'd in Parliament To feele the People who of their innate Envie to France did promise to resent The case of Brittaine their confederate Were Brittaine swallow'd first they stood perplext 'T were a preparative to take England next And that the succours might be more compleat By joyning Gold to Steele they give the King A subsidie Henry did seldome treate Of any warre but did some treasure bring The coursest Ore he wisely could refine And digge his Gold out of warres Iron Mine That time without commission from the King The hot Lord Woodvile in the Brittons ayde Levied foure hundred men a desperate thing And Introduction to have a state betray'd To Private men this Priviledge afford You arme the Subject 'gainst his nat'rall Lord. But as if fortune had resolv'd to tell The world his act was rash he lost his blood And though his Cause was just yet justly fell In th' Action for to make a quarrell good 'T is requisite the Combatant should show Both a just Cause and Deputation too Soone as the newes of this defeate did land So soone the English succours
many Images when feare Was th' onely Statuary that was there In Horror some deploring their mistake Wishd themselves underground and digging Tin Not all the Terriers under Heav'n would make These Foxes stirre if they were Earth'd agin They had turnd Sadduces and would gainesay A Resurrection with more zeale than they The Leaders first did yeeld it seemes their men Would out of manners give their betters place And let their Captaines render first but then Like to good Soldiers thinke it no disgrace To yeeld nay if their Captaines run away They hold it breach of discipline to stay Henry was once incensed but while he Was thinking of Revenge they of Despaire Milde Clemencie Ioves eldest Child for shee Made Peace in the first Chaos cuts the aire And for a while forsooke her spangled Throne Which Iove hath seated in the temperate Zone Over their steele with silver wings she plaid 'Till she had fastned her enquiring eyes On Henry and his fierce intendment staid Which meant to make them but one Sacrifice And thus she spoke having first fand his brow With th' Emblem of her selfe an Olive Bough Sonne of my Hopes to spare these men incline And in these men thy selfe for every blow Thy sword shall make is by reflexion thine They are thy limmes thou sufferest in their woe That which I aske is but a slender boone Shew mercy to thy selfe and I have done Dead members should be lanc'd unto the quicke I grant and these are cut as much as neede But the whole Body of the state is sicke Suppose must therefore all the members bleed In naturall Bodies open but one veine You bring them to their temp'rature againe Not Heart alone makes a Chiefe fit for warres He must have Bowels too Antiquitie Gave not the Thunderbolt to Iron Mars To Leaden Saturne nor Quicke Mercury Nor any other of the Seven above But to the Kindly influence of Iove Iove thy Example breakes th' insulting foes Pitties the Broken the Aspiring Pine And daring Cedar feele his flaming blowes But not the Reedes which modestly decline Shall not a King pitty the yeelding foe Which ev'n the King of Kings vouchsafes to doe The Princely Lyons their full anger try When with a stubborne combatant they meete But in a Noble bravery passe by Thē couching Prey which prostrates at their feet And shall a King tread on the humbled foe Which ev'n the King of Beasts disdaines to doe That Oyle powr'd on thy head whose suppling touch Mercy denotes teacheth Commiseration Curtane the sword doth intimate as much Carried before thee at thy Coronation Which hath the Point rebated to imply Your Iustice wedded to your Clemency God who hath sayd that you are gods doth save By numbers so may Henry now and can Be like to God Man 's streightned Arme may have Pow'r of extent enough to save a man But to preserve whole multitudes alive But Gods and Kings have thei◠prerogative Here your two Roses doe their Colours show Both in their spreading bravery array'd There the whole field distain'd with blood as though The Red of Lancaster were there display'd And they who yet survive are Pale with feare As if the White of Yorke were planted there Those who are slaine can bee esteem'd no lesse Than an oblation who ventur'd theirs To save the Blood of these these who expresse Repentance in an Offering of teares Heavens have not such a Sacrifice withstood Which thus consisted both of teares and blood When Kent was in commotion I know Corr'sives did cure the ulcers of the state But should you use that course of Physicke now You might the Patients more exasperate So the same simples as th' experienc'd finde Gather'd at severall times doe purge or binde If to be great not good were your intent I have chalk'd out your way 't were a false aime If by the ruines of the slaine you meant To raise the Pile and Structure of your Fame They which survive will the best Trophees be And living statues of this victorie Her speech and Henries choler end together Who tooke this second for his first intent That none should dye but those which lead them thither And Heav'ns in this were Henries Precedent Which to those sinners easie Pardons grant Who sinne not out of wantonnesse but want The fine and noble way to Kill a foe Is not to kill him you with kindnesse may So change him that he shall cease to be so And then he 's slaine Sigismund us'd to say His Pardons put his foes to death for when He mortified their hate he kill'd them then Audley who led them once is led from thence Having those Armes by his brave Grandsires worne Because his Armes were turn'd against his Prince Turn'd and revers'd and his Coat armour torne Then he salutes a Scaffold where one blow Strooke off the Rebells head and Audlies too The Cholericke Smith and Lawyer who did so Divide the members of the troubled state In their owne members were divided too The Smith insulted in his noble fate And on the Hurdle he did seeme to Glory That after times should read him in a story When one had set in a Satyricke veine The famous whores of Spaine upon a list One of that tribe tooke it in high disdaine And vow'd revenge because her name was mist. What wilde attempts will vaine Ambition flye To be Eterniz'd though for infamie Amidst these stirres from Ferdinand of Spaine Came an Embassador whom Henry wonne To treat a peace with Scotland but to feigne T was from his Master not by Henry done Gospells of Peace were here his sweetest ayres But he would no Epistles use nor pray'rs Then reverend Fox was in Commission joyn'd With him who would the Scottish King perswade That Perkin might to Henry be consign'd Which with the King but small impression made For so he should his former faith denie Which would be thought Civill Apostacie And yet King Iames did privately recant For calling him he did advise him choose Some fitter seate yet still did Perkin vaunt And nothing of his haughty spirit loose But from the Court undauntedly depart Left of his hopes and friends but not his heart But his faire Gordon would not leave him there But to himselfe and to his fortunes cleave Her Kindred she forsooke and did adhere T' a stranger Thus a Loadstone will not leave The Kisses of the Irons lov'd embrace Although a thousand Loadstones were in place Stand up thou wonder of thy Sex and Times If I at first had invocated thee To be th' assistant Goddesse of these Rimes This they had borrow'd from thy constancy That all would in a constant Tenour flow And had one verse beene good all had beene so Once more the Cornish murmur and begin Lewdly to construe Henries Clemencie T was the whole Kingdomes Case that they were in And therefore pardon'd by necessitie That Henry did so many Cornish spare They thanke not Henries love but Henries feare The Florentine deliver'd this Position
death to flye the feare of it Thus did the Tunnie by a Dolphin chas'd Into a boate with greater danger get He could no longer Deaths expectance beare For death is lesse than deaths continuall feare The Hidden Pow'rs of Heav'n they make and bend Those Councels that a mischiefe should divert Fit to advance it when the fates intend To ruine us our judgements they pervert And adde this greater plague to make us thought The cause which on our selvs the mischiefe brought Soone Warwicke turn'd soone turn'd the Keepers too He was the spring whence they their motions tooke His Fortunes did what Perkins could not doe For Perkin had no baite upon his hooke Nero had nets of Gold had Perkin one Perkin had caught them though he fish'd alone These fellowes the Leisetenants men conspire To Kill their Lord and them their freedome give Rewar'd but hop'd for did these villaines hire To sell his life by whom themselves did live Money and Men a mutuall falshood show Men make false money money makes men so But though their Project was in darkenesse seald Yet he who made the Light from darknesse come Sayd but his Fiat Lux and 't was reveal'd And 't is maintein'd impossible by some That any plot can undiscover'd lye With more than foure in the Conspiracy Perkin who twice before had life obteind By Henries Pardon nor could justly hope The Mercy of another was arraign'd To have his thred of life end in a Rope You may the Ladder a true Emblem call Of his false honours which he clim'd to fall Thus he his fortunes giddinesse did feele For had not fortune turned man would doubt She were the Lady Regent who did wheele The Actions of Mortality about And some unsetteld Head would draw from thence An argument to question Providence At Tow'r hill next the Earle of Warwicke fell With false Plantagenet a true one dyes The reason for 't in state I neede not tell That object 's not proportion'd with my eyes To looke upon and he that argueth least In the affaires of Kings concludeth best If that were true which some of old profest That vicious Soules fled hence themselves did roule And winde into the Body of some beast Which they resembled here then Perkins soule That could so imitate and take a shape Is playing somewhere in a Iugglers Ape But if the Nobler Soules as they maintein'd Were fixed in the Body of some starre Where in a constant motion they reign'd Then Edwards murder'd sonnes and Warwickes are In those call'd Delta of Triangle fashion And there lend vertue to that Constellation Such Envie fell on Henry for the fact That though he ever was observ'd to stand And dare it to th' incounter yet this act He was content to lay on Ferdinand Tir'd with its weight like Atlas he was faine To put it on the Hercules of Spaine Letters were showne from thence wherein was read This doubt his daughters heires might misse the crown If Warwicke liv'd 't was that tooke Warwickes head For which the Lady afterward made knowne Her feare that Heav'n would not the marriage blisse Because 't was made in blood and she meant this This yeare a Jubile at Rome did take Some English purses but the Pope pretends A Holy warre in Palestine to make The People free by such religious ends Sacred pretext's he knew the purse would draine Thus in an ill sense Godlinesse is gaine But now our Doctours Chaires will not allow Warres for religion for the Conscience Is immateriall and disdeignes to bow Vnto the bent of Corp'rall violence 'T is built too strong and high none can invade it Nor lead it Captive but the hand that made it And force is vaine for it advanceth higher The Cause it would oppresse The Martyres blood Made such conceptions in the pregnant fire It brought forth Converts in a numerous brood And the ten persecutions did as much As ten Commandements to make them such Pitty from Love love doth from pitty spring And such a mutuall combination hold That when the sad spectatours in a Ring With wonder and Compassion doe behold Those fixed spirits which no torment awes They pitty first and then they love the Cause That was a merry Turke who when a warre Was by the Pope denounc'd this answere made We Turkes as you Italians say you are Are sprung from Troy then let us Greece invade And joyn'd in one the Trojan warres renew With those who Hector our brave Gransire slew He said that Armes were an improper way To spread a faith nor doth the Signeur take Th' assistance of compulsion at this day Which doth more Hypocrites than Converts make So scoffd at our Religion and our Laws That built a war on so absurd a Cause But ' though Religion will not make a war Legitimate against this Infidell Yet there be motives which sufficient are To rouse us 'gainst this race of Ismael Or else the truth of Prophesie might fall All hands 'gainst his his hands against them all Th' enslaved Christians tir'd with whippes and feares Command us to compassionate their grones The chained slaves whose pittying Oares drop teares Sollicite freedome with such ruthfull Tones That heard there would more Voluntaries come Vnto that Call than a Commanders Drum How many sacred Oratories burnd By the mad zeale of the Mahumetan How many Temples to Moskettos turnd Prophaned by their impious Alcoran It is the Divels policy that where God hath his Church his Chappell should he there God did his Law first in Arabia write And there this Ape of God the Divell meant By Mahomet his Scripture to endite With the same Country he was then content But now growne saucie the same wals must be Seezd by this Rivall of the Deity The world is summond to this glorious strife By all those Kings out of their Kingdomes throwne And by the action to give Iustice life Which lies in this Give every one his owne And spoile this gawdy â—ay who thus presumes Trimd in the Pride of his usurped plumes And since these Scythians in an impious vaunt Vntemple God and Majestie unthrone The singularity of the Act will want Both precedent and imitation To discompose this Barbarous Pow'r which beates Both God and Man from their Imperiall Seates Nor is th' Impresse so difficult as then Their Conquests have enlarg'd them to our doores We may more eas'ly now transport our men Than when they went to the far Easterne shores They have encroachd so neare that we may choose Surely to conquer or as surely loose The Ianizaries bul warks of that state Are broke with idlenesse and cowd with vice As if they purposd to anticipate The loose delights of their dream'd Paradise They were the winds which sweld that sea so high Now they breath faintly and those waves will lie And seemes not Turkie to approach her Fate Having so many yeares no progresse made A certaine note of ruine when a State Comes to its Tropick then 't is retrograde When
Bodies cease to grow 't is the presage Of a decline to their decrepit Age. Cald to these warres Henry good will did show To pay his money that himselfe might stay Yet please the Pope he would in person goe If Christian Princes first their discords lay For Henry knew they had the causes beene Why Christian Armes no good successe had seene While our first Richard that same Lyon-heart His banners did in Syria advance And with his Conquests made the Sultan start King Phillip seizd on Normandy and France Forc'd him to lay that glorious action downe And quit the worlds affaires to save his owne But when another Phillip had espousd The quarrell and such preparations made That the East trembled our third Edward rowsd And claiming France the expedition staid Thus Emulation foiles us and while we Conquer our selves the Turks triumphers be But at this time no Holy warre went on The pence for other use were kept in store For when the Faire and Jubile were done The rattle of the war was heard no more When the Deneirs were paid they understand They were for Rome and for no Holy-land Our Arthurs nuptiall with Spaines Katharine Succeedes this yeare of Jubile at Rome Which we deluded with our Hopes divine Would be a yeare of Iubile at home Vaine man to Hopes vaine as himselfe will trust And Dust will build its confidence on dust Things with slow strides to their perfection grow Then they take wings and to their period hast A seav'n yeares treaty made this marriage slow Whose joy with Arthur did not seven months last To the conjunction of the Moone and Sun A month 's requird but in an hou'r 't is done And heav'n it seemd the Marriage would retard The windes displeasd her landing did oppose Or Sea-borne Venus her arrivall bard Who with a frowne wrinckling the waves arose And stopd the Bark vext that her youthfull Nun Should tast of sweets which should so soone be don Married at Pauls with state celebrious The Tryumphs of the marriage did succeede He was Arcturus she was Hesperus And King Alphonsus did their fortunes reade No story tels what his predictions were But if for good he or the stars did erre For these two Princes in November met And th' April following divorced are By the command of Death Arcturus set And had his even before his evening-star His Hesperus who the new spheare did prove Of Henries armes where she did longer move For compensation of this yeare th' encrease Of Triumphs doe attend th' ensuing yeere With Brittaine 't is the Epocha of peace Her peace begins her computation there Write all that yeare in Red for it is all But as one Holy-day and Feastivall Margeret eldest daughter of the King King Iames to wife did by a Proxie take Which told by Fame the Bels contend to ring A peale as lowd as Fames and Bon-fires make So great a light that if heav'ns light were don They might have made a Day without a Sun Then into Scotland did this new Queene goe Whom a brave troope of Lords and Ladies bring Iâ—â—â—llant order and Majestick show To Edâ—nborrough to her spouse the King And there with all magnificence of state This glorious Marriage they did consummate A thousand little Cupids with their wings Did blow their fires and heighten their delights And every Grace a flowrie present brings Then Hymen president of marriage Rites Beckned for silence with his Torch of Pine Vsed at Nuptials and did thus divine My Torch turnes cleare and with the pointed flame Not dimme nor winking doth white houres foretell And if my skill be true I see the same Portended in the stars by which I spell Future events and fortunes that are set Downe in those lights Heav'ns mystick Alphabet In them Faire Bridegroome fairer Bride I reade This Marriage shall two hostile Realmes attone Which must be married too yours doth preceede As Introduction to that greater one That marriage as the substance Heav'n points at Yours is the figure and the Type of that Your Marriage is their contract and inferres Th' espousals of those Kingdomes in your hands The Genij of two nations hold out theirs Which shall hereafter consummate those bands But the Solemnities are kept by fate For your posterity to celebrate It is a worke of Time there cannot be The spring-time in your Age and Harvest too Your Age the seede the next the blade shall see A third the Eare. Thus China Grandsires doe Bury their Porcellan dishes in the ground Whose profits but to their sonnes heires redound Both Realmes a while with their own blood shall flow Alli'de in blood before alli'de but th' End Shall be a firmer love for a brave foe If reconciled mâ—kes the bravest friend All things from strife Originally rose And discords must this harmony compose Thus th' Elements did in the Chaos fight When jarring seedes did in her Matrix lye When cold with hot when heavie with the light Did combate with intestine mutinie Till on th' Abysse a Spirit did display His brooding wings and arbitrate the fray Mars bath'd in blood shall on the borders ride With terrour in the Van death in the Reere And in this quarrell fatall to decide These realmes with mutual cuts their brests shall teare As if they meant through those large wounds to see Each others hearts 'fore they would married be â—et shall this Vnion no debtour be To victory nor be a Conqu'rours prize The Authour shall descend from you and Hee â—hat must unite this Paire from you shall rise And that Rich Pearle which doth the Vnion hight Shall be derived from this Margarite Your off-spring a Pacificke Prince shall knit This sacred bond this true-love Knot shall tye Biest are Peacemakers shall be justly writ His Glorious Motto in whose Monarchie Drummes shall be silenc'd and alarums cease As at the Birth of the great Prince of Peace If the impressions of licentious rage And markes of ancient enmitie remaine They shall be cancel'd and effac'd that age By the milde peace of his auspicious reigne Nature no more her prickles shall disclose In Scottish thistle or in English Rose Thus Hymen spake this Heav'ns accomplish'd have And with the Sea as with a Ring have Knit This Royall paire Let Venice cease to brave That she contracts the Sea and marries it Let her stand dumbe at this more glorious thing What there is marri'd here is but the Ring Ne're could the Sea which doth about them flow With her imbrace put them in minde of love For her encircling armes did nothing doe But make a stage whereon their Armes to prove And two feirce realmes the Gladiatours were To combat in this Amphitheater T is thought the Policie of France did breake Th' intended marriage of this froward paire For if for us alone France were too weake Th' united Scots would force her to despaire Since th' English Aspect was alone so fear'd At their Conjunction how had they beene scar'd Therefore when th'