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The mirror of martyrs, or The life and death of that thrice valiant capitaine, and most godly martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham
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Weever, John, 1576-1632.
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we seen Fore-running kings nor kingdomes ouerthrow And kings with kingdomes vanquished haue been When neuer Comet in the Aire did show To prophesie from Comets or deuine T is foolerie they neither cause nor signe If euer sheild-shapt Comet was portent Of Criticke day foule and pernitious Then to the Frenchmen this assigne was sent Disaster fatall inauspitious Whose bloudie tresses tilting did foreshow At Agincourt their blooddie ouerthrow Or else it was would it had neuer been But the fore-runner of my Tragedie And heauens saw oh had they neuer seen I should sollicite nimble Mercurie To ingraue my words vpon the hardest mettle Whose Characters in harts of steele may setle Which when heauens saw what doth not heauens see With raine of teares she seemes my case to weepe Vsing all meanes but all meanes would not bee From death insuing danger me to keepe But hard it is for heauens to preuent When destinies for death giue once consent My Destinies are set in parlament Aboue their heades a curious frame of stone Marble below and during Adamant On each side flint and softer object none Saue that in chaires of hardest oake they sate In steede of wooll-packes neere the barred gate In scarlet vestments winter-coloured tresses Iron their wands of brasse their writing table Pens made of tinne for inke strong aqua fortis Their paper steele their carpet Indian sable Their countenance like Caiphas mou'd to ruth For god religion valour age nor youth In Paules thus sate this vniuersall Sinode The cheife Archbishop Thomas Arundell More sterne then Minos Eacus or Herode Like Rhadamanth the grim-fac'd iudge of hell In the first yeare of Henries happy raigne Last of my ioy and midle of my paine First the forsworne Inquisitours sent to them Of Wickleues as they tearm'd them villanies Ouf of whose bookes they did collect to shoe them Two hundred sixtie and six heresies All stricken dumbe they star'd as if their eies Should for an answere then intreate the skies To stop the worlds talkatiue wide mouth Wherefore they sate vpon this conuocation They hired men to blazon for a much It was all for the churches reformation Thus mischeife will her vice in vertue mother Blearing mens eyes with one deceit or other For first the sun dissolue might with his beames The icie bulke of way lesse Caucasus On whose snowie mantled top it neuer gleames Then these frost-bitten prelates sembled thus Would otherwise haue all their causes ended But as before the Sinode they pretended Nay Mercurie if with thy charming wand Thou had'st descended from the' Olimpique spheares To plead for pittie at their feete to stand With both thine eyelids full of swelling teares This sense-beguiling action had but ended My iudgement as before it was pretended Before these deepe-braind all-fore-seeing Doctours These reuerent fathers purgatorie teachers I was complain'd of by the generall proctours To be a great maintainer of good preachers O times vntaught men scorners of sound teaching Louers of playes and loathers of good preaching That Richard Henries both I had enformed Of the clergies great and manifold abuses That popish bulls and ceremonies scorned Roomes dignitie her rites and sacred vses And that I wisht the popes dominion Might stretch no surr then Callis Oâ—â—an That I had caused Wâ—ckleues bookes be sent Faire writ to Boheme France and Germanie Whereof two hundred openly were brent By Prages Archbishops great authoritie That I preâ—erd vp Bills in Parliament Where to the King and Lords gaue all consent Of all the Cleargies villainous abusion Which I put vp in open Paâ—lement Writ in a briefe-containing sharpe conclusion These verses were the summarie content Whose soules with sin empoisning hate did anguish That they ne're left me till thâ—y law me languish Plangunt Auglorum Gentes crimen Sodomorum Paulus fert horum sunt idola causa malorum Surgunt ingrati Grezite symone nati Nâ—mâ—ne prâ—lati hoc defâ—nsare parati Qui reges estiâ— populis quicunque praestis Qualiter hijs estis gladios prohibere potestis Bewaile may England sinne of Sodomites For Idoles and they are ground of all their wo Of Symon Magus a sect of hypocrites Surnamed Prelates are vp with them to go And to vphold them in all that they may do You that be rulers peculiarly selected How can you suffer such mischiefes vncorrected Now least delay bred danger they were prest For to proclaime me for an heretike But one of more experience than the rest Such hazard rash proceedings did not like Because I was in fauour with the King T was best he thought to haue his councelling My life-surmising Bishops swolne in rage Ambitiously high Prelates lowlines As if th 'ad vow'd sin-pard'ning pilgrimage With tapers to Saint Peters holines Went to the king made great complaints and lies Blemisht my name with grieuious blasphemies Which when he heard kings then too much would heare them Then he desir'd why should not kings coÌ„mand In mild-perswading words and deedes to beare them To mee the chiefest pillar of his land Vnto the church to bring me without rigour Respecting knighthood prowesie stocke and vigour And promis'd them vpon his excellence If in pursute they tooke deliberation In smoother-edge-rebating eloquence To conquer me by might of sweete perswasion The clergie gone Henry for Cobham sent I came and shew'd my selfe obedient Looke how some tender bleeding-harted father When 's son hath vow'd a vertue-gaining voyage Flint-rock-relenting arguments will gather All to diswade him from this pilgrimage And prayes intreates intreates and prayers vaine At length considers t is for vertues gaine Yet bout his necke he vseth kissing charmes And downe his bosome raines a shower of teares Hugges culles and clippes him in his aged armes This thing he doubts another thing he feares Takes leaue turnes backe returnes intreates anew Giues ouer weepes and last bids him a dew Euen so the king to stay my voyage tended My vowed voyage to the holy land Ten thousand reasons both begunne and ended That gainst the Pope I should in no wise stand Then vowes prayes treates vowes treates and praiers vaine From prayers treates and vowes he doth refraine To whom I answerd in humilitie Because I knew kings were the Lords annoynted To him I yeelded all supremacie As Gods sword-bearing minister appointed My body goods my life my loue my land Were his to vse distribute or command Then in a sorrow-sighing extasie Seeing my zealous burning true affection Denying to the Pope supremacie Yeelding to him foote-treading low subjection Henry tooke leaue turn'd backe entreated new Gaue ouer wept and last bade me adew If tyrants will vsurpt authoritie Must be obey'd what reuerence me behoued To giue this king this tyrants enemie Feared for loue and for his vertues loued Whose honours ensigne o're the world had spred him In warres and peace if church men had not led him And tyrants tended on with injurie With murders rapes lou'd only but for feare Whose sword and scepter gards iniquitie Ought t' haue
to measure But now I 'm free my keeper he remaines To taste my sorrowes vndergoe my paines Nor can I iudge I being misst the morrow His griefe 's extreame though foolishnes it be For treasure lost to waile or make great sorrow When whosoeuer greeues in that degree Counting his losse and afterward his paine He of one sorrow maketh sorrowes twaine But the remembrance of my prisonment In little ease fast bound in yron chaines Did breede more comfort ioy and soules content When libertie had loosenes of the raines One by another contraries delight Daie is delightsome in respect of night And though I am escaped from the Tower Feare yet my soule in prison fast doth hold Other mishaps pursue me eu'ry hower Burnt childe dreadeth fire the prouerb 's old Who dâ—eades no danger in danger must fall What foole once at large would make himselfe thrall Sir Roger Acton in the priests displeasure Of my escape was thought the chiefe procurement Onely when t' was the night which gaue me leasure Whose shade for freedome is the sole allurement To thinke of slight effecting what I thought With both together my escape I wrought Night the beginning of this massie round The worlds mother shaddow of the earth Greate Demogorgons issue from the ground The ancientest of Goddesses by birth Louers delight loues fittest time to play Venus bright star and Cupides clearest day The ease of care for ease the sweetest rest The peace of minde the quiet seate of peace The soule of sleepe the sleepe of soules opprest Desires best meane impris'nments release Aboue all nights nights dayes each hower remember To solemnize the twenteth of Nouember Mounting her chariot of darke Ebony Whilst thorn-backt Cinthia held her sennets raine Adorned in her winters liuery Of stars three millions following as her traine She rockt the world with sense-sure-binding sleeps And bade me lanch forth to the Ocean deeps Tide for the ship and ship was for the tide Wind for the tide and tide was for the wind For Neptune men and Neptune them to guide Thames wanton-currant stealing on behind Night Neptune men ship tide the Thames and wind For my escape were all in one combind And whilst I cut this dangerous swelling sourse The brest-bare-loue-enticing Naiedes Play on before me and direct my course To the dew-bedangled Oceanitides For whose sweete sake I 'm entertain'd a stranger And harmelesse sau'd froÌ„ waues froÌ„ wind froÌ„ danger What time the gloomie morning from her bed Muffled in mists and raukie vapours rose With watrie lockes about her shoulders spred Regardlessely because she did suppose Our quiuering flags and streamers did out-braue The golden sun vpon the siluer waue I rode on Goodwins mercie-wanting sand Or sea-mans swallowing gulfe drunke Hecates And like Vlisses to his dearest land I scour'd the Scillaes and Simphlegades Ariuing at my wisht-for hauen Douer And thorow Kent to Cowling I came ouer Ship slice the sea and be thou deifi'd Shine brightest on this starre-bestudded vaile In heauen more worthy to be stellifi'd Than that wherein the Argonautes did saile Let frothie waues die o're thy pitchie blacke And in Elisiums deepe last suffer wracke But home no harbour was for mine estate I 'm still pursu'd so with mine enemies E're thrise the sun did ope his Eastern gate I with my houshould were constrain'd to slee Tost long vpon the Bishops Sea at last Neere to saint Albones we our anchor cast But by misfortune t' was the Abbots land Whereas we lay so by his priuie spies The fat-backt tumbrell soone did vnderstand And vnawares a sleepe did vs surprise Three of my men he tooke my bookes my wife Onely with one I fled and sau'd my life My men to treate the Abbot now begin My Margarites beauty streaming on his face Fairenesse no fauour in his sight would win Their wordes no pittie moue their lookes no grace Then the gan speake but spake vnto the wind Remorse did neuer lodge in clownish mind Dumb stoode my doue and wrung her hands whilst often Low kneeling downe teares from her eies did shower Hard is that hart which beauty cannot soften Yet mourning beautie had on him no power Although her teares were like his christall beads Which melted wash the place whereon he treades Stil she intreates and still the pearles round Stil through her eies and wel vpon her face Such hony drops on roses I haue found When bright Apollo held the morne in chace But both the charmes of teares and sugred words For their release no aide at all asordes Thus kneeld thus prai'd thus wept my beuteous Queene To see my louing mens imprisonment Thus wisht shee rather that they might haue seene Her dying day or endlesse banishment And in remembrance I was mist among Her weakned sorrowes therby grew more strong But now the limbecke of her blood-shot eies Burnt vp with sighs their springing teares haue staid No hope of life in her the Abbot sees So backe to Cowling safe she was conuaid She drowps she faints she swownds she comfort flieth I was her comfort comfortlesse she dieth I trauell still like to the wandring knight For ladies loue on strange aduentures bownd As counceller I made the tonglesse night Of my distresse which all in silence drownd Least to the world day should my griefe discouer I striue vntill hart eies sighs teares ran ouer Through many bywaies many countries fled In midst of Cheshire now I 'm on a riuer By more crookt winding which her currant led Then I had gone by-wayes her name the Weeuer On whose prowde banke such entertaine I had As longer if I might I would haue staid Still doe I wander by the banks of Weeuer With gorgeous buildings statelie ritch adorned Buildings the banks and banks outbraue the Riuer Shee swels o're banks and buildings them shee scorned Limits there be for euery thing beside No banks can limit in the sea of pride Her tumbling streame my guide was to vaile roiall Through all the Wyches vnto Ashtons chappell Frodsham Rockesauage Thus I had a triall How she vnloaded all her rolling Channell With neare embracements Weeuer Mersey met And both together th' Irish Seas they gret I will but wade neare to this Riuers brink And of her deepnesse make this shallow boast Her cooling water those dry countries drink So shee makes fruitfull all the western coast That no lesse famous no lesse faire a riuer Then the fift Auon or third Ouze is Weeuer To Lancashire from hence my journey lies Where plentie dwels where pleasantnesse of Aire Breathes forth like baulme from rose-strawne Paradies At the first blushing of the morning faire Where beutie vertue loue wit and the Graces Sit all in â—riumph on the weemens faces I doe salute this climate in my way On which the heauens such fauours did bestow But t' was too hote for me therein to stay Except I would my selfe a Papist show So there through many paines and perils past I 'm safe returned back to Wales at last