A prophesie of Cadvvallader, last king of the Britaines containing a comparison of the English kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure battels betweene the two houses of Yorke and Lancaster. The field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a poeme to the yong Prince.
Herbert, William, fl. 1604.
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A prophesie of Cadvvallader, last king of the Britaines containing a comparison of the English kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure battels betweene the two houses of Yorke and Lancaster. The field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a poeme to the yong Prince.
Herbert, William, fl. 1604.
Cadwaladr, Vendigaid, d. 664?
[70] p.
Printed by Thomas Creede, for Roger Iackson, and are to be solde at his shop in Fleetstreete, ouer against the Conduit,
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1604.
Dedication signed: William Harbert.
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A
PROPHESIE
of
Cadwallader
,
last
King
of
the
Britaines
:
Containing
a
Comparison
of
the
English
Kings
,
with
many
worthy
Romanes
,
from
William
Rufus
,
till
Henry
the
fift
.
Henry
the
fift
,
his
life
and
death
.
Foure
Battels
betweene
the
two
Houses
of
Yorke
and
Lancanster
.
The
Field
of
Baubery
.
The
losse
of
Elizabeth
.
The
praise
of
King
Iames.
And
lastly
a
Poeme
to
the
yong
Prince
.
LONDON
Printed
by
Thomas
Creede
,
for
Roger
Iackson
,
and
are
to
be
solde
at
his
shop
in
Fleetstreete
,
ouer
against
the
Conduit
.
1604.
TO
THE
NO
LESSE
VERtuous
then
Honourable
Gentleman
Syr
Philip
Herbert
,
Knight
of
the
most
noble
order
of
the
Bathe
.
RIght
worthy
Sir
,
the
honor
which
I
beare
,
And
euer
will
vnto
your
worthy
line
,
Makes
me
presume
(
presumption
cannot
feare
)
To
tender
you
this
litle
Booke
of
mine
:
Whose
substance
if
your
honor
will
approue
,
My
lines
shall
limits
want
,
so
doth
my
loue
.
That
man
of
men
whose
fatall
name
you
beare
,
Of
his
vnnumbred
worthes
the
chiefe
were
these
:
Three
glorious
wreathes
vpō
his
brow
to
weare
,
Which
said
he
,
loued
learning
,
warre
,
and
peace
.
O
aemulate
this
man
the
sonne
of
Fame
,
Haue
all
his
vertues
,
though
but
halfe
his
name
.
Pursue
thy
first
designments
(
noble
Knight
)
Affect
thy
Country
,
and
admire
thy
King
:
The
Epistle
Dedicatorie
.
Be
as
thou
art
,
sincere
in
all
mens
sight
,
Do
this
,
and
I
thy
praise
will
euer
sing
.
I
smoothe
not
I
,
nor
do
I
hope
for
gaine
,
Accept
my
loue
,
and
so
requite
my
paine
.
The
admirer
of
your
vertues
,
whose
life
is
deuoted
to
your
loue
.
William
Harbert
.
THE
AVTHOR
TO
HIS
Poeme
.
TRace
the
wide
stage
of
spight
and
proud
disdaine
,
And
mount
the
steps
of
scornefull
enuies
staire
,
Imperfect
embrion
of
an
idle
braine
,
Soare
not
aloft
,
vse
meane
,
do
not
despaire
,
The
best
way
is
betweene
the
sea
and
ayre
:
Be
like
thy selfe
,
be
neither
proud
nor
base
,
One
enuy
gets
,
the
other
gaynes
disgrace
.
Be
not
too
huge
in
shew
,
in
strength
a
childe
,
These
imateriall
Epithites
eschew
,
Be
to
the
scornfull
proud
,
the
humble
milde
,
Put
not
thy
censure
to
an
open
view
,
Speech
enuy
oft
,
but
Silence
neuer
knew
.
When
thou
seest
good
then
prayse
,
when
bad
be
blinde
,
Then
wit
will
beare
with
thee
,
and
fooles
be
kinde
.
To
the
Reader
.
I
Which
in
silence
nest
so
many
dayes
Smoothered
the
slight
of
my
vnfeathered
quill
,
Because
I
knew
it
could
not
merit
prayse
,
Here
where
the
Muses
sang
and
shewd
their
skill
,
For
this
did
seeme
to
be
Parnastus
hill
:
But
this
amaz'd
my
minde
,
and
grieu'd
mine
eye
To
see
the
Buzards
with
the
Eagles
flye
.
To
see
a
troupe
of
Souldiers
neuer
tride
,
Besiege
a
fort
by
nature
fenc'd
on
high
,
I
was
asham'd
to
see
the
heires
of
pride
,
Debase
in
vnexperienc'd
Poetry
,
The
immortall
vertues
of
great
Maiestie
,
I
these
are
they
that
do
the
Muses
staine
,
One
wanton
pen
makes
all
be
iudged
vaine
.
I
which
securely
on
these
errours
gaz'd
,
And
safely
stood
vpon
the
silent
shore
,
When
others
Ships
by
enuies
rockes
were
craz'd
,
Loue
me
constrain'd
,
as
pride
did
them
before
,
To
trust
the
rockes
and
leaue
the
silent
shore
:
The
loue
of
friends
,
not
prayse
did
me
perswade
,
Against
my
will
,
against
the
streames
to
wade
.
Therefore
to
you
whose
iudgement
is
sincere
,
If
any
fault
,
as
many
faults
there
be
,
Seeme
harsh
and
iarring
to
a
tuned
eare
,
Impute
the
blame
to
those
,
and
not
to
me
,
Who
made
my
pen
shew
his
infirmitie
:
If
any
good
as
small
there
is
you
see
,
Reape
you
the
profit
,
yeeld
but
thankes
to
me
.
A
PROPHESIE
OF
Cadwallader
,
last
King
of
the
Britaines
.
SItting
with
Clio
by
the
gliding
Thame
,
neere
to
her
siluer
girt
the
verdant
strand
,
I
saw
Rhamusis
so
adornd
by
fame
:
Dauncing
in
measures
,
on
the
farther
sand
,
Holding
a
Ball
of
gold
within
her
hand
:
She
stood
on
that
,
that
neuer
stood
but
went
,
So
must
all
those
that
trust
her
gouernment
.
Then
did
this
Queene
,
her
wandring
coach
ascend
,
Whose
wheeles
were
more
inconstant
then
the
winde
,
A
mighty
troope
this
Empresse
did
attend
,
There
might
you
Caius
Marius
caruing
find
,
And
martiall
Scylla
courting
Venus
kind
:
Times
alter
,
and
in
times
we
changed
bee
,
Chaunce
onely
constant
is
in
leuitie
.
There
might
you
see
how
Archimedes
art
,
As
a
strong
bulwarke
guarded
Syracuse
:
How
Scipio
fought
and
Cato
stabd
his
hart
,
How
Anthony
did
wrong
the
sacred
muse
,
And
Cleopatras
body
did
abuse
.
How
Mago
fell
in
Spaine
,
and
Hanniball
Did
pitch
his
tents
before
Saturnias
wall
.
His
stratagems
,
his
snares
,
vnequall
fightes
,
Scipio
,
Sempronius
,
and
Flaminius
slaine
:
Aemilius
dead
amidst
his
wounded
knights
,
How
chance
his
youth
with
praise
did
entertaine
,
And
in
his
age
how
Fortune
wrought
this
paine
:
All
this
shee
did
,
oh
man
her
fraude
perceiue
,
And
trust
her
not
,
for
shee
will
thee
deceiue
.
How
Alexander
rose
at
Darius
fall
,
Lysimachus
within
the
Lyons
den
:
How
Scypio
did
besiedge
Numantias
wall
,
And
many
thousands
more
which
scape
my
pen
,
Amongst
this
fatall
troope
of
Fortunes
men
:
I
saw
an
aged
king
except
I
erre
,
That
cleaped
was
the
high
Cadwallader
.
He
was
the
last
,
saue
three
of
Fortunes
trayne
,
Those
were
a
Danea
,
Saxon
,
and
a
Norman
king
:
Hengist
the
first
,
next
was
Denmarkes
swayne
,
The
last
was
Normanes
bastard
,
which
did
bring
Plenty
of
Ioy
;
whose
praise
the
English
sing
.
William
,
whose
valure
mixt
with
happy
fate
,
Brought
bondage
to
the
Iuthes
and
Augles
state
.
The
Britaine
Monarch
ware
a
simple
Crowne
,
Hauing
small
beades
of
Amber
by
his
side
:
A
siluer
Crosse
,
a
Friers
white
frize
gowne
,
Vpon
an
humble
Asse
this
King
did
ride
,
As
white
as
snow
,
or
as
the
siluer
tide
.
One
hand
a
staffe
,
the
other
held
a
booke
,
On
which
his
eyes
continually
did
looke
.
Wherein
were
charactred
in
lines
of
gold
,
Locrinus
warres
,
and
Humbers
tragedy
:
The
King
himselfe
by
Gwendoline
controld
,
The
Scythians
paramour
of
Germany
Estrilda
drownd
,
the
praise
of
Hungary
.
Sabrina
thrust
in
Seuerns
flowing
maine
,
Poore
Madan
by
the
curres
of
Ireland
slaine
.
The
Britaine
Manlius
,
not
the
Romane
knight
,
Thinking
to
slay
Mempricius
Madans
sonne
:
Himselfe
was
by
his
brother
slaine
in
fight
,
And
he
by
wolues
(
as
Madan
was
)
vndone
,
For
Sodomes
gilt
to
lust
his
mind
had
wonne
.
The
foremost
booke
did
Britaines
raigne
relate
,
The
next
of
Swayne
,
the
third
of
Saxens
state
.
The
fourth
and
last
did
write
of
Williams
raigne
,
In
which
there
was
an
ancient
prophesie
:
Written
of
yore
,
confirmd
by
Merlins
twaine
,
What
should
ensue
to
Williams
progeny
,
Was
there
at
large
expainde
in
poetry
.
The
warres
of
England
for
the
crowne
of
France
,
There
many
battels
with
their
mournfull
chance
.
The
ciuill
warres
of
Yorke
and
Lancaster
,
The
Cambrian
helmet
changde
for
Englands
crowne
:
How
true
discent
did
Tudors
blood
preferre
,
The
brow
of
peace
dispearced
Mars
his
frowne
,
The
land
of
warre
is
rulde
by
iustice
gowne
.
These
shall
haue
end
,
then
shall
arise
a
King
Which
plenty
shall
conduct
,
in
concords
string
.
He
with
vnnumbred
linkes
of
reasons
chaine
,
Shall
three
in
one
,
and
one
in
three
vnite
:
Britaine
should
be
the
name
,
for
Brute
doth
raigne
,
A
King
commands
no
Princes
fauorite
,
This
he
intreates
,
for
this
his
penne
doth
write
:
Cease
to
command
,
learne
subiects
to
obay
,
Reason
where
iustice
rules
,
beares
greatest
sway
.
Is
it
not
peerlesse
praise
with
peace
to
gaine
,
That
for
the
which
,
our
fathers
spent
their
blood
:
And
neuer
age
but
ours
could
reobtaine
?
O
happy
men
if
that
you
saw
such
good
,
But
will
is
masked
still
with
errors
hood
.
Let
ture
obeisans
vp
this
diet
breake
,
So
Caesar
wils
,
so
Cicero
doth
speake
.
The
fect
was
this
,
the
prophesie
was
such
Which
he
had
read
with
carefull
industry
,
And
quoted
euery
line
with
iudgments
touch
,
A
midst
his
study
casting
vp
his
eye
,
Seeing
his
mistresse
Fortune
was
not
nye
.
His
booke
he
sleightly
set
into
his
gowne
,
Which
on
the
yellow
sand
fell
quickly
downe
.
Thence
posted
he
on
his
maiestique
Asse
,
Like
some
slow
rider
pacing
to
the
race
:
Than
Isis
siluer
channell
did
I
passe
,
And
thither
went
,
where
as
mine
eyes
might
gaze
On
that
faire
booke
,
clad
in
a
golden
case
.
I
past
the
Annales
,
for
it
pleasde
mine
eye
,
To
muse
vpon
that
sacred
prophesie
.
When
I
had
read
vnto
the
latter
lyne
,
I
saw
the
aged
king
returne
with
speede
?
Kind
Syr
(
quoth
he
)
saw
you
a
booke
of
mine
?
I
Syr
(
quoth
I
)
if
this
be
he
indeed
I
gaue
it
him
;
he
gaue
me
thankes
for
meed
.
He
posted
thence
,
I
to
my
study
went
,
Where
on
this
matter
many
houres
I
spent
.
At
last
I
was
resolu'd
for
to
relate
In
Poetry
the
things
mine
eyes
did
see
:
Which
was
the
vncertainety
of
humane
state
,
To
paint
the
things
a
right
with
equitie
,
I
did
implore
the
ayde
of
memorie
.
Which
she
denide
;
Oh
worthies
pardon
mee
,
If
ought
I
write
amisse
which
you
shall
see
.
Not
Orpheus
trees
,
and
birds
inchanting
quill
,
Nor
Homers
art
heere
(
Reader
)
shalt
thou
see
:
Expect
not
Ouids
verse
,
nor
Maroes
skill
,
For
if
you
doe
,
you
shall
deceiued
bee
:
If
bad
it
is
,
pray
gentles
beare
with
mee
.
Say
it
is
meane
,
thou
dost
mee
much
commend
,
I
'de
haue
it
meane
,
because
I
meane
to
mend
.
Mistake
mee
not
,
I
liue
in
hope
to
please
:
Dispraise
mee
not
,
before
thou
knowest
mee
well
:
Maugre
sweete
,
not
reuenge
,
my
lines
loue
peace
,
Doe
not
my
shame
before
thou
seest
it
tell
:
Marke
euery
line
,
and
each
wordes
nature
spell
.
Ere
thou
beginst
to
reade
,
looke
,
beare
in
minde
Of
whom
I
write
,
yea
how
,
and
in
what
kind
.
Faire
Englands
Peeres
with
Romanes
I
compare
,
Their
warres
,
their
spoiles
,
their
fightes
and
victory
,
Their
filthy
vices
,
with
their
vertues
rare
:
Their
laud
,
dispraise
,
their
praise
and
infamy
,
Their
conquests
triumphes
with
their
treachery
.
Then
doth
our
muse
declare
intestine
warres
,
Kings
conquering
fields
,
and
Princes
wounding
iarres
.
Then
doth
she
mount
the
ayre
with
Eagles
winges
,
Then
to
the
North
shee
goes
,
and
passeth
Twidet
And
sings
his
praise
,
which
endles
glory
bringes
,
Who
like
a
Pilot
doth
this
Island
guide
,
Which
like
a
barke
,
within
the
Sea
doth
ride
.
This
land
is
seated
like
to
Venice
state
,
The
waues
,
the
walles
,
and
euery
ship
a
gate
.
Least
that
my
Gates
be
wider
then
my
towne
,
And
that
Diogines
my
folly
see
:
My
proems
prologue
I
le
set
quickly
downe
,
And
bend
my
muse
vnto
the
Prophesie
:
Where
you
may
reade
art
mixt
with
industry
.
Needs
must
I
erre
,
to
erre
all
men
are
bent
,
To
perseuere
,
is
a
bad
beasts
intent
.
The
Comparison
.
O
What
a
sea
of
blood
shall
England
spill
,
When
Normans
Prince
,
and
Palastinas
friend
,
With
burgonets
of
steele
our
fieldes
doth
fill
,
Brothers
must
striue
as
did
Seuerus
kind
,
Enuious
ambition
makes
iust
nature
blind
.
Arunce
and
Brutus
dead
,
Alarums
cease
,
Publicola
doth
liue
,
and
loueth
peace
.
When
Brutus
dide
,
Valerius
then
did
raigne
,
When
Arunce
fell
,
the
Tuscan
Emperour
fled
:
When
Tirrolls
shaft
shall
enter
Rufus
braine
,
When
Henries
life
with
Roberts
lightes
are
fled
,
When
all
these
sleepe
in
natures
earthly
bed
.
Norfolke
shall
giue
to
Stephen
,
Henries
due
,
Peace
then
shall
be
,
but
warre
shall
soone
ensue
.
Flora
is
fled
,
stout
Hiems
weares
her
crowne
,
Attir'd
like
Mars
in
furniture
of
steele
:
Aniow
and
Blois
striue
for
the
Imperiall
Crowne
,
A
griefe
surpassing
griefe
doth
England
feele
,
Whilst
doubtfull
Fortune
turns
her
doubtfull
wheele
.
Camillus
comes
,
the
Frenchmen
feare
his
voice
,
Alba
is
freed
,
and
Albion
hath
her
choice
.
When
Rome
was
sackt
,
Camillus
ended
strife
,
And
made
Bellinus
brother
to
dispaire
:
When
Germanes
Empresse
Mawd
shall
end
her
life
,
Henry
shall
claime
the
crowne
,
as
lawfull
heire
,
His
Eame
in
graue
,
but
he
in
regall
chaire
Is
plac't
,
and
rules
his
princely
Peeres
with
peace
,
His
sonnes
rebell
,
and
concord
gins
to
cease
.
Now
springs
the
plant
,
from
hence
our
ioy
shall
spring
,
Victorious
Aniow
crownd
in
regall
state
:
Liuing
,
adopts
an
heir
,
inuests
a
King
,
Vagratefull
child
spurd
by
a
womans
hate
,
Sturd
forraine
foes
the
land
to
ruinate
.
Romes
sword
is
Consul
,
foe-men
tribute
paies
,
Both
Henries
dead
,
Christs
friend
the
Septer
swaies
.
Marcellus
which
did
Syracusa
burne
,
Made
Affricks
praise
,
to
praise
his
matchles
minde
,
And
place
his
ashes
in
a
golden
vrne
:
So
Aibious
lyon
sprung
from
lyons
kinde
,
When
death
the
king
and
prince
in
cords
shall
binde
.
Hee
le
spend
his
treasure
,
for
Iehouas
good
:
But
woe
alas
,
a
slaue
shall
spill
his
blood
.
Designed
Iohn
disuests
young
Britaines
Duke
,
But
Antichristians
prince
,
our
sauiours
foe
:
Bringes
Lewis
in
,
and
doth
him
straight
rebuke
,
Egles
of
England
,
yeeld
to
Swans
of
Poe
,
A
Monarch
falles
by
Monkes
,
fates
wills
it
so
.
Titus
suruiues
,
though
flames
Flaminius
burne
,
Worster
is
safe
,
and
Lewis
doth
returne
.
At
Thrasimenus
valiant
Titus
fell
,
In
Prusias
Court
,
his
sonne
reuengde
his
death
:
Form
happie
heauen
,
though
Iohn
to
haples
hell
Headlong
did
slide
,
his
sonne
shall
weare
the
wreath
,
The
Dolphen
flyes
,
and
Mars
begins
to
breath
:
Tempestuous
whitle-windes
,
breake
the
Temple
gate
Of
Peace
;
the
peers
the
king
,
the
prince
the
Baron
hate
.
Ciuill
dissention
and
dislovall
armes
,
Cleerly
declares
Clares
hidden
enmitie
:
A
fatall
starre
foretelleth
future
harmes
,
The
legions
meete
,
each
doth
the
other
spye
,
Eccho
resounds
,
S.
George
,
S.
George
,
both
cry
:
Gracchus
is
stabd
,
young
Scipio
peace
maintaines
,
The
Barrons
tam'd
,
all
conquering
Longshanckes
raignes
.
Romes
enuious
Tribunes
that
ignoble
Tribe
,
The
vitious
issue
of
a
vertuous
dame
:
Did
the
base
mindes
of
poore
Plebeians
bribe
,
To
gaine
them
honour
,
with
their
Countries
shame
:
They
dead
;
the
world
did
ring
with
Romanes
faine
.
So
Clare
and
Mountford
shall
,
who
being
slaine
,
Edward
shall
vanquish
Calidonias
plaine
.
Acon
is
tane
,
and
Tunis
feares
his
stroakes
,
He
loued
peace
,
yet
bare
a
warriors
shield
:
Cambria
disdain'd
to
weare
her
sisters
yoake
,
The
Ensignes
spred
,
both
striue
to
win
the
field
,
The
bridge
is
past
,
and
Leoline
must
yeeld
:
Marius
departs
,
Proscriptio●s
gin
to
cease
,
The
Prince
of
warre
shall
end
his
dayes
in
peace
.
Destruction
graz'd
on
fertill
Italy
,
Till
Syllas
legions
vanquisht
Marius
might
:
So
ciuill
warres
shall
feed
on
Britany
,
Till
Leolinus
that
all
daring
Knight
,
Is
tane
by
Edward
in
vnequall
fight
:
When
Marius
fell
,
Concordia
gan
to
smile
,
So
Wales
will
amplify
faire
Englands
stile
.
Resplendant
Iuno
,
leaues
her
sacred
throne
,
Young
Gaueston
bewitcht
great
Edwards
hart
:
The
minor
Gods
bewaile
Saturnias
mone
,
Bohume
and
Beaumount
takes
the
Marchers
part
,
And
false
Matreners
stabbes
Carnaruans
hart
:
For
Caesars
office
Scipio
striues
in
vaine
,
And
March
too
soone
retells
his
triple
gaine
.
When
that
the
Romane
Eagles
graspt
of
yore
,
Scipio
with
auncient
Lentulus
did
striue
:
For
Iulius
priesthood
,
whose
deserts
were
more
,
But
when
that
Pompeys
legions
did
not
thriue
,
They
tasted
gall
within
the
honies
hiue
.
So
Wigmore
seekes
in
vaine
to
get
a
Crowne
,
But
by
Lord
Mountaoute
is
tumbled
downe
.
Terras
proud
issue
tam'd
,
immortall
Ioue
Rides
in
his
Chariot
,
through
the
azurde
skie
:
Adornd
with
Valure
,
Mercy
,
Peace
and
Loue
,
So
Caesar
rode
in
Rome
with
maiesty
,
Scipio
would
liue
,
life
Cato
doth
deny
.
So
Wigmores
honor
seekes
,
but
must
not
part
,
Matreuers
hand
,
hath
stabd
Matreuers
hart
.
Warres
thunderbolt
,
with
his
Egiptian
pearle
,
Illustrious
Venus
and
her
martiall
Bride
Phillips
faire
sister
,
with
great
Mercias
Earle
,
Submits
to
Henaults
mounting-minded
bride
,
Vengeance
and
Fury
scourge
inhumane
pride
.
Egipt
is
lost
,
and
Authony
must
die
,
March
is
immurde
,
and
twise
he
may
not
flie
.
When
Anthony
did
Cleopatra
loue
,
And
did
Augustas
chamber-bed
forgoe
:
Bellona
Caesars
irefull
minde
did
moue
:
To
worke
reuenge
on
chaste
Octauias
foe
,
Marcus
is
slaine
,
he
must
his
Loue
forgoe
.
As
Anthony
and
Cleopatra
were
,
So
is
Queene
Ifabel
and
Mortimer
.
Depressed
waters
element
,
some
thinke
,
Is
downe
supprest
by
powers
most
diuine
:
Some
iudge
that
Terra
doth
the
moisture
drinke
,
Yet
certes
shall
men
see
with
mortall
evne
,
When
deadly
water
shall
with
ayre
combine
,
Great
Mortimer
whose
name
from
waters
sprang
,
Shall
waue
in
waues
of
ayre
,
and
there
shall
hang.
Vermilion
collour'd
clowdes
of
purple
warre
,
Are
by
the
radiant
beames
of
Edwards
raigne
:
Form
Englands
territors
exiled
farre
,
But
stay
(
me
thinkes
)
Bellona
soundes
againe
:
And
calles
forth
Mars
to
fight
in
Aquitaine
,
Stay
Caesar
stay
,
let
valiant
Drusus
goe
:
Great
Arthurs
heire
,
can
vanquish
Artois
foe
.
When
that
Tiberius
did
the
Septer
sway
,
Of
Albas
Empire
,
great
Saturnias
king
:
Germanicus
whose
head
was
deckt
with
bay
,
Fought
still
abroad
,
and
conquest
home
did
bring
:
So
Edward
did
whose
praise
the
Spanyards
sing
,
Let
Beaumount
witnes
fearfull
Phillips
flight
.
And
Iohn
which
yeelded
to
the
Gascoigne
knight
.
The
wandring
Planets
of
the
burnisht
skye
,
Are
by
the
vncomprised
Spheare
of
loue
,
Thrust
here
and
there
,
as
men
condemn'd
to
dye
,
Heauen
were
nought
,
if
Heauen
did
not
moue
:
So
nature
taught
,
so
natures
sonne
did
proue
.
Like
vnto
these
,
or
like
a
Comet
bright
,
Through
euery
region
Caesar
sent
his
light
.
The
Zodiaks
lamp
in
the
Eclipticke
line
,
Twice
vrgd
his
courser
to
a
swift
careere
:
The
Hitrurian
sonne
doth
in
the
East
decline
,
In
Europes
West
his
praise
did
first
appeere
,
Oh
Climatericall
disaster
yeere
:
Caesar
thy
glory
in
the
West
did
rise
,
The
poisoned
East
,
thy
raine
did
deuise
.
So
siluer
streames
and
toplesse
Apenine
,
Which
doe
confront
terrestriall
Paradise
:
Must
not
great
Edwards
wandering
Fame
confine
,
Mars
and
Bellona
stratagems
deuise
:
That
he
with
Honors
wings
should
mount
the
skyes
.
Exiled
Peter
doth
implore
his
ayde
,
Iberia
quakes
,
to
see
the
crosse
displayd
.
Reuolting
Henault
,
and
relenting
Iohn
,
Are
terrified
at
Bruse
and
Balliols
fall
:
No
Salike
law
,
can
barre
bold
Phillips
sonne
,
His
matchlesse
valure
caused
a
kingdomes
thrall
:
Whilst
slothfull
Charles
immur'd
him
in
a
wall
.
Germanias
terror
wan
a
glorious
field
,
So
Cambrias
monarch
made
a
King
to
yeeld
.
Carelesse
of
death
,
like
to
a
thunder-bolt
,
Englands
Crasinius
with
a
massie
lance
:
And
not
vnlike
a
fierce
vntamed
Colt
,
Glides
like
the
siluer
Rheine
through
yeelding
France
,
Blinded
with
age
great
Boheme
falls
by
chance
.
Caligula
is
borne
,
the
sinke
of
shame
,
Richard
misled
,
deserues
an
endlesse
blame
.
The
worldes
faire
mistresse
,
Empresse
of
the
earth
,
Ordaines
a
triumph
for
Augustus
heire
:
So
Gascoigne
triumphes
at
young
Gascoignes
birth
,
Wonder
of
Armes
set
in
Victorias
chaire
,
To
Troynouant
with
Tropheys
doth
repaire
.
Romes
Senators
attended
Albas
starre
,
So
Albion
Peeres
did
waite
on
Albious
carre
.
Two
glorious
sonnes
,
rules
the
celestiall
Globe
,
Cheering
the
world
with
their
transpearcing
rayes
:
Garnisht
with
Saphires
,
and
a
Iasper
robe
,
(
Vntimely
chaunce
)
times
wonder
ends
his
dayes
,
Aemilius
mournes
amidst
his
Tropheys
praise
.
Troies
hope
is
dead
,
and
Priams
Hector
slaine
:
Edward
hath
lost
his
sonne
,
his
sonne
a
raigne
.
Impartiall
death
maskt
in
a
sable
weede
,
Passeth
the
Romanes
watch
and
Praetors
guard
:
And
to
Tiberius
royall
tent
doth
speede
,
Phisicke
resists
,
and
death
by
art
is
bard
,
But
art
doth
yeeld
,
for
death
was
too
too
hard
:
He
laid
in
graue
,
his
nephewes
sonne
doth
raigne
,
The
scourge
of
Rome
,
and
Europes
Empresse
slaine
.
So
when
that
death
of
Edward
made
an
end
,
Essence
of
value
,
substance
of
renowne
:
Whome
peace
for
iustice
,
warres
for
rule
commend
,
Exalting
vertue
,
putting
vices
downe
,
His
bones
entombd
,
his
worthy
sonnes
doe
crowne
:
Their
nephew
Richard
second
of
that
name
,
The
first
,
though
not
the
last
disgrac't
by
fame
.
Me●omene
thou
dismal
muse
appeare
,
And
moralize
the
Anthemes
which
I
bring
;
Richard
misled
by
Bushy
,
Poole
andVere
,
Ignoble
Scroope
in
his
new
Empires
spring
,
Inchaunting
charmes
vnto
his
eares
did
sing
:
Flattry
corrupteth
kings
,
but
good
aduise
Makes
Counsellors
gratious
,
and
the
Princes
wise
.
When
Neroes
sonne
was
borne
in
Neroes
campe
,
Quirinus
father
Rheas
valiant
spouse
,
In
his
red
Spheare
enlightned
had
his
lampe
,
Leauing
his
yron
roabes
and
brazen
house
,
Did
to
Bellona
cups
of
blood
carowse
.
Saturne
then
ioynd
with
Mars
,
which
did
foretell
That
Neroes
sonne
for
murther
should
excell
.
Whom
Brutus
freed
by
death
from
Tarquines
stroakes
,
Princes
of
peace
,
for
warres
admirde
of
all
:
The
worlds
Arch
monarches
rent
their
chained
yoakes
,
Consulls
and
Tribunes
do
a
Senate
call
,
Their
voice
is
one
Caligula
must
fall
.
Nature
doth
swarue
and
from
her
limits
passe
,
The
Imperious
Lyon
,
got
an
abiect
Asse
.
So
when
chaste
Alice
Richard
forth
shall
bring
,
In
Edwards
Campe
,
Victorias
sacred
seate
:
Prophets
like
starres
,
ensuing
harmes
shall
sing
,
The
Peeres
(
like
Albas
knights
)
were
all
repleate
With
wrath
,
disdain
was
in
a
mightie
sweate
In
working
waies
,
the
king
for
to
depose
,
Which
being
done
,
the
Nobles
Darby
chose
.
The
Northerne
Planet
great
Northumberland
,
Whose
peerles
issue
neuer
shall
decaie
:
Till
Nature
doth
confound
both
Sea
and
land
,
And
shapeles
Chaos
comes
his
part
to
play
,
Vertue
must
liue
though
men
be
turnd
to
claye
.
This
glorious
Moone
true
badge
of
Honor
bright
,
Disdaynes
the
Sunne
,
and
did
not
borow
light
.
Foreseeing
Gaunt
like
to
a
carefull
fire
,
Seeing
that
lost
by
Sloth
which
Labour
wonne
:
Doth
contermaund
his
Soueraignes
hot
desire
,
And
like
a
blast
doth
caulme
the
scorching
Sunne
,
Which
by
illuding
Sycophantes
is
wonne
,
Two
Combatants
on
their
earth
threatning
steedes
,
Attend
the
trumpets
sound
in
yron
weedes
.
The
reuerent
Consulls
Yorke
and
Lancaster
,
Doe
conuocate
a
Senate
of
the
Peeres
:
And
equalizing
Woodstocke
did
preferre
,
Due
banishment
to
those
ambitious
Peeres
,
The
Barons
ioynd
to
this
;
the
Champions
sweares
Mowbray
for
aye
,
ten
yeares
must
Harford
part
,
Griefe
galles
the
one
,
and
kills
the
others
hart
.
The
gallant
Courser
in
the
listed
race
Dismounts
the
Ryder
,
scornes
his
curbing
raine
:
Stamping
with
ioy
,
his
freedome
doth
embrace
,
And
doth
his
pristine
seruitude
disdaine
,
Leauing
his
Ryder
breathlesse
on
the
plaine
.
So
raging
Burdeux
tumbles
downe
his
kinne
,
And
runnes
from
sin
to
vice
,
from
vice
to
sinne
.
In
his
Imperiall
Pallace
Pleasures
Bowre
,
Romes
mightie
Monster
did
himself
repose
:
Sacking
Cytheress
for
t
,
faire
Venus
Towre
,
The
raging
multitude
their
wrath
disclose
,
For
his
Praetorian
guard
,
they
did
insclose
:
Chaerea
did
split
his
hart
;
oh
happie
thing
!
T'
was
good
he
dide
,
t
was
bad
to
kill
a
King.
So
Honors
spurre
did
pricke
the
Percies
blood
,
To
tumble
Richard
from
his
bloudie
Throne
:
Wishing
great
Herford
to
transpasse
the
flood
,
To
come
and
sit
on
Iocobs
sacred
stone
,
Where
he
might
raigne
as
King
,
and
rule
alone
.
As
Claudius
rose
,
so
Herford
came
to
raigne
,
As
Nero
fell
,
so
Edwards
sonne
was
slaine
.
Now
Gaunts
great
issue
in
his
Throne
is
set
,
Whose
sacred
Science
this
my
Muse
should
tell
:
For
Margarets
sake
,
that
sprang
from
Sommerset
,
For
her
it
should
,
if
Cambria
did
not
tell
,
For
lawes
vnheard
,
this
Monarch
did
excell
.
Who
gaue
him
wings
to
mount
,
he
threw
to
ground
,
Claudius
who
ran
so
faire
,
is
Claudus
found
.
In
Silence
vault
my
Muse
shall
hide
his
fame
,
Who
dide
the
Grey
goose
wings
with
purple
red
:
Praise
he
deseru'd
,
though
he
deserued
blame
,
Sertorius
like
his
warlike
troopes
he
led
,
For
by
alluring
hope
they
both
were
fed
.
Had
men
and
Fortune
equaliz'd
his
minde
,
His
Conquests
Seuernes
neuer
had
confinde
.
Victorious
Hotspurre
and
his
valiant
sire
,
The
kings
great
Steward
,
Wosters
reuerent
Lord
:
With
neuer
daunted
Dowglas
doe
conspire
,
Whose
endles
praise
our
Annales
doe
record
:
With
these
doe
Glendowre
ioyne
,
and
Wigmors
Lord
,
To
pull
the
Scepter
from
the
tyrantes
hand
,
And
giue
it
him
that
should
by
right
command
.
Dowglas
and
Hotspurre
peerlesse
for
their
might
,
Are
ouermatcht
by
Henries
matchlesse
sonne
:
Who
like
a
lyon
rows'd
him
in
the
fight
,
Glendowre
himselfe
is
by
himselfe
vndone
,
Northumberland
is
sicke
and
cannot
come
:
Like
to
a
Tyger
in
his
eager
chase
,
Great
Monmouthes
praise
doth
run
from
place
to
place
.
Tumults
appeas'd
and
armor
set
aside
,
The
stately
Cirty
of
the
highest
God
Diuine
Ierusalem
,
Iehouas
bride
,
Being
whipt
with
warre
,
and
famines
pinching
rod
,
Implores
the
helpe
of
this
all-conquering
Lord
:
His
soule
defilde
with
sinne
,
by
merits
sought
That
to
redeeme
which
Iesus
blood
had
bought
.
His
royall
Nauy
like
a
sea
of
wood
,
Attends
his
princely
presence
in
the
bay
:
But
see
how
meager
death
still
enuying
good
,
With
fatall
stroake
his
enterprise
doth
stay
,
The
Caedar
falles
in
time
,
so
Kings
decay
.
Why
stay
you
shippes
,
he
treades
the
sacred
path
,
Ierusalem
his
soule
and
body
hath
.
Henry
the
fift
,
his
lyfe
and
death
.
AVaunt
proud
Rome
and
bragge
not
of
thy
men
,
Nor
thy
aetheriall
Caesars
warres
declare
:
Cease
peerlesse
Plutarch
with
thy
sacred
pen
,
The
worlds
Archmonarches
aptly
to
compare
,
Reason
doth
vrge
,
and
this
alledge
I
dare
,
That
Englands
Homer
portraid
hath
his
warre
,
Which
doth
excell
the
worthiest
Caesars
starre
.
What
telst
thou
me
of
famous
Hasdruball
,
Of
Cannas
chance
,
and
Varros
ouerthrow
:
Aemisius
death
,
and
conquering
Hanniball
,
Of
Syllas
Legions
,
and
a
Parthian
bowe
,
Of
Titus
valure
,
Catos
wrinckled
browe
,
Of
Syracuse
,
and
strong
Namantias
wall
,
Or
Phillip
,
Persia
,
Iugurth
Iubas
fall
.
Of
Noble
Drusus
and
proud
Saturnine
,
Of
Scipios
death
,
and
Gracchus
infamy
:
Of
Marius
trophies
,
and
sterne
Cataline
,
How
Caesar
vanquisht
France
and
Germany
,
And
twise
returnd
as
foild
from
Britany
.
The
world
admir
;
d
their
victories
to
see
,
Yet
none
of
these
must
be
comparde
with
thee
.
Let
Athens
praise
the
lawes
which
Solon
gaue
,
And
Marathon
extoll
Miltiades
,
Write
Caria
of
Mansolus
stately
graue
,
And
let
Cycilia
wish
Demosthenes
,
But
Salamina
praise
Themistocles
.
Greece
did
admire
their
tryumphes
for
to
see
,
Yet
all
of
these
cannot
comparewith
thee
.
Let
Sparta
now
conceale
Lycurgus
fame
,
And
Lacedaemon
hide
Lysanders
praise
:
Cease
Argos
now
,
to
shew
th'Olimpicke
game
,
Let
silence
cloud
or
maske
those
golden
dayes
,
When
Epires
Monarch
acted
Tragicke
playes
:
But
what
of
him
?
or
what
are
these
to
thee
?
For
thou
alone
doest
farre
exceed
those
three
.
Though
Alexander
wan
Darius
Crowne
,
And
forc't
the
Easterne
Emperour
leaue
his
tent
:
Burning
Persopolis
that
regall
Towne
,
Seeing
thy
valure
freely
giues
consent
That
two
bright
sonnes
should
rule
the
Element
:
With
thee
great
Prince
we
aptly
may
compare
,
Rich
Europes
Paragon
,
and
Phaenix
rare
.
Thou
didst
not
want
Parmenios
aiding
hand
,
Nor
valiant
Perdicas
aspiring
minde
:
Which
might
Alansons
quarels
fierce
withstand
,
As
long
as
Langlies
gallant
issued
minde
Had
faithfull
Suffolkes
loue
to
him
combinde
.
They
wan
,
they
lost
,
they
liue
though
they
are
dead
,
They
liue
in
heauen
,
and
dide
in
Conquests
bed
.
France
did
ten
yeares
withstand
the
Romanes
might
,
Both
parties
oft
with
equall
courage
plaide
;
Yet
that
before
the
Sun
shewd
twice
his
light
,
Madst
great
Mompensier
flye
as
all
dismaide
,
To
see
thy
kingly
Banner
forth
displaide
,
Like
to
Crassinius
Yorke
the
yaward
led
,
True
valure
is
by
hope
of
honor
bred
.
Henry
two
Diadames
doth
now
combine
,
Europes
faire
daughters
,
eldest
sisters
twaine
:
By
marriage
of
a
maide
a
Mimph
diuine
,
Whilst
Lewis
liues
,
as
Emperour
he
mustraigne
,
Henry
as
heire
apparant
doth
remayne
:
When
Katherin
is
betrothd
his
beauteous
wife
,
Peace
conquers
warre
,
and
concord
endeth
strife
.
Immortalized
virgin
sacred
Queene
,
Britaines
Aurora
harbinger
of
day
:
Fairer
then
thought
could
thinke
or
eye
hath
seene
,
Rich
Vertues
port
,
and
Honors
cleerest
bay
,
Thrice
blessed
wombe
fram'd
of
aetheriall
clay
,
Which
didst
enclose
that
glorious
Theodore
,
Whose
sonne
did
Britaines
regalty
restore
.
Her
Amber-tresses
like
to
wyers
of
gold
,
That
shadowed
her
white
vermilion
face
:
Like
Vulcans
chayne
did
Venus
champion
hold
,
VVho
triumphed
erewhile
,
now
sues
for
grace
,
Vndecent
action
for
a
Captaines
place
:
Thy
eyes
are
now
bewitcht
with
eyes
diuine
,
Thy
heart
consents
to
honor
Katherine
.
If
I
had
Zeuxes
at
to
paint
thy
lookes
,
Did
I
enioy
Maeonian
Homers
quill
:
To
pourtraiture
thy
praise
in
golden
bookes
,
Thy
vertues
rare
would
aequalize
my
skill
:
Thy
sacred
paps
sweete
Nectar
did
distill
.
Hadst
not
thou
bene
,
our
eyes
should
neuer
view
Our
present
peace
and
pleasures
to
ensue
.
Stay
ranging
Muse
,
thy
wandring
course
restraine
,
When
ioues
all-seeing
eyes
did
view
this
King
:
He
sent
his
Harauld
to
that
spatious
plaine
,
Where
the
three
fatall
Sisters
,
then
did
spinne
:
To
know
when
Henries
life
did
first
beginne
.
And
if
his
thred
were
not
already
spunne
,
That
Lachesis
should
make
it
quickly
runne
.
His
wisest
sonne
did
place
his
golden
wings
,
Holding
a
siluer
rodde
all-charming
wand
:
VVherewith
he
could
inchant
all
mortal
things
,
VVith
this
attire
he
claue
the
aetheriall
land
,
Where
loue
and
luno
doth
the
Gods
command
:
When
that
he
came
vnto
the
appointed
place
,
He
told
his
message
with
a
comely
grace
.
Sisters
(
quoth
he
)
for
so
they
were
indeed
,
Th'
omnipotent
and
all-commanding
Ioue
:
VVhich
doth
on
Nactar
and
Ambrosia
feed
,
Iuno
,
Apollo
,
and
Cythereis
loue
:
VVith
all
the
Gods
that
rules
the
sphere
aboue
,
Entreats
,
cōmands
,
of
you
faire
sisters
three
,
To
end
his
life
,
though
not
his
dignitie
.
Atlas
you
know
is
old
Alcides
dead
,
You
know
the
waight
of
Heauens
massy
throne
:
The
Planets
houses
couered
all
with
lead
,
Ioues
pallace
varnisht
with
rich
Rubies
stone
,
The
gates
of
Iuory
and
Indian
bone
:
He
that
doth
heauens
heauiest
waight
sustaine
,
Must
patience
haue
to
tollerate
his
paine
.
Therefore
(
quoth
he
)
this
is
my
Fathers
will
,
(
For
Ioue
his
Father
was
,
or
Fame
doth
lye
)
That
you
which
power
haue
great
kings
to
kill
,
Would
shorten
Henries
life
that
he
might
dye
,
A
heauenly
thought
deserues
aeternitie
.
Atlas
is
old
,
and
Atlas
must
haue
aide
,
All
feare
the
heft
,
Henry
was
nere
afraide
.
The
Sisters
stood
amazde
at
his
request
,
Each
looke
at
others
eyes
as
in
a
glasse
:
Whereat
sterne
Clotho
eldest
of
the
rest
,
Brother
quoth
shee
(
for
Ioue
their
Father
was
)
Shall
Fates
be
rulde
by
Gods
?
ahlas
,
ahlas
,
They
reuell
still
,
but
we
poore
wretches
worke
,
We
labour
,
they
in
Caues
of
pleasure
lurke
.
The
worlds
poore
Impes
may
iustly
now
complaine
Of
humane
sorrow
,
mans
still
growing
griefe
:
How
birds
and
beasts
a
longer
life
do
gaine
Then
man
,
poore
man
;
And
mans
commaunding
chiefe
If
you
deny
them
helpe
,
where
is
reliefe
:
Men
say
that
Fates
are
certaine
,
now
they
see
Ioue
made
vs
constant
in
inconstancy
.
The
angry
God
invelloped
with
ire
,
Wrath
in
his
face
,
and
fury
in
his
lookes
,
His
eyes
more
redde
then
was
the
reddest
fire
:
Shewes
auncient
Monuments
of
sacred
bookes
,
Which
earst
he
wrote
by
the
Idalian
brookes
.
There
might
you
see
what
Act
the
Gods
did
frame
,
Amongst
the
rest
Ioue
might
the
Sisters
blame
.
Out
of
this
place
he
drawes
his
argument
,
And
doth
confute
their
sugred
Sophistry
:
Then
reades
another
Act
of
Parliament
,
Which
did
confirme
Ioues
royall
Empery
,
His
great
prerogatiue
and
dignity
.
Then
doth
he
powre
forth
sacred
Eloquence
,
Selected
flowers
of
learnings
Quintessence
.
What
if
proud
Terras
issue
Briareus
,
VVould
combat
with
your
great
aetheriall
Sire
?
Fntring
Castalia
,
where
the
sacred
Muse
Liues
still
inspirde
with
yong
Apollos
fire
?
VVhat
if
the
Giants
could
so
high
aspire
,
VVould
not
they
touch
the
christalized
sky
,
Vntuning
heauens
sweetest
harmony
?
VVhat
God
should
then
the
heauens
waight
sustaine
,
VVhilst
Bacchus
in
his
Indian
Tygers
Carre
VVould
shake
the
Orbes
and
that
celestiall
plaine
,
VVhen
faire
Victoria
conquering
Queene
of
warre
,
Brighter
then
Venus
,
or
the
brightest
starre
,
Doth
giue
to
Ioue
a
Crowne
bedeckt
with
gold
,
Could
Atlas
then
heauens
heauiest
waight
vphold
?
His
age
is
great
,
and
yeares
will
strength
remoue
,
Therefore
faire
Sisters
well
aduised
bee
:
To
answere
loue
and
all
the
Gods
aboue
,
Though
loth
they
were
,
yet
all
did
well
agree
To
cut
his
thred
for
meere
necessitie
.
Then
Atlantiades
did
soone
depart
,
And
Atropos
did
stabbe
great
Henries
hart
.
Thus
dide
the
Phaenix
of
the
vastie
round
,
Whose
worth
my
Muse
should
euer
memorize
:
And
Eccho-like
his
martiall
deeds
resound
,
Put
that
he
did
his
Country
scandalize
In
following
Henry
which
did
tyranize
.
She
gaue
thee
breath
to
liue
and
men
to
fight
,
Yet
thou
depriu'st
her
of
her
cleerest
light
.
When
noble
Henry
ended
hath
his
daies
.
Bedford
with
conquering
swords
Vernoi
shal
fill
,
And
spend
his
blood
to
gaine
immortall
praise
:
Beauford
and
Beaumount
shall
good
Humfrey
kill
,
And
Warwicke
gaine
the
popular
good
will.
Poole
is
exilde
from
wofull
Margaret
,
And
Yorke
malignes
the
Duke
of
Somerset
.
Mars
mounts
his
Ensigns
on
our
highest
towers
,
And
decks
our
helmets
with
Ambitions
plumes
:
Reuenge
sad
massacres
and
scarlet
showres
Distills
,
Cities
are
burnt
,
whose
dankish
fumes
Contaminates
the
Ayre
,
now
Yorke
presumes
VVith
Sarums
Earle
and
Warwickes
willing
hand
,
To
gaine
the
Crowne
,
and
with
the
Crowne
the
land
.
The
Ciuill
Warres
.
PLutonian
Princesse
sacred
Proserpine
,
Licence
Megaera
and
C●esiphone
,
VVhich
neuer
saw
the
Sunnes
all-pleasing
shine
Enter
this
vale
of
humane
misery
,
And
consecrate
to
endles
memory
These
Ciuill
broyles
in
Characters
of
brasse
,
Set
forth
these
warres
which
did
all
warres
surpasse
.
Heer
's
Mars
pauilion
,
there
Bellonas
tent
,
The
Lanciers
here
,
&
there
the
Carbines
stands
:
The
Bilmen
strikes
,
the
Archers
bowes
are
bent
,
Here
raging
Fury
flies
with
burning
brands
,
Distorted
limmes
are
pilde
on
purple
sands
:
Here
Gassamores
are
cract
,
there
helmets
crazd
,
Here
Gorgets
cut
,
there
Vaines
of
Azure
razd
.
Now
doth
the
Courser
neigh
,
the
Clarions
sound
,
And
wrath
mounted
on
a
flaming
steed
:
Doth
both
the
Legions
fortitude
confound
,
The
moistlesse
earth
for
very
griefe
doth
bleed
,
To
see
the
Gardner
spoyle
the
sowen
seed
.
Heere
might
you
see
what
age
could
neuer
tell
,
Whilst
Lyons
fought
,
the
forests
Barons
fell
.
Heere
Ambuscadoes
watch
the
sallying
Scout
,
There
Hanniball
entraps
Marcellus
traine
:
Here
wings
are
plac't
and
squadrons
round
about
,
Scipiades
must
leaue
disloyall
Spaine
,
And
like
Anebises
clippe
the
Elizian
plaine
.
Nature
hath
digd
for
men
more
kind
of
graues
,
Then
Indian
Ganges
hath
translucent
waues
.
No
valiant
Martius
stout
Coriolaene
,
Did
now
the
raging
multitude
withstand
:
Tumultuous
windes
haue
left
the
rocky
lane
,
Where
sterne
Hypoaates
with
Mace
in
hand
,
Their
lawlesse
force
,
by
force
doth
countermaund
.
Eurus
will
blowe
and
shake
the
Islands
King
,
Rebells
will
rise
,
and
belles
of
discord
ring
.
Vnworthy
I
,
to
mount
that
sacred
hill
,
And
Clodius-like
see
female
sacrifice
:
Virgill
sang
this
,
and
none
but
Virgill
will
Aduenture
valures
worth
to
memorice
;
Thrice
glorious
obiect
fit
for
Princely
eyes
.
Pardon
great
Homer
,
my
all-daring
muse
,
Let
Cherills
folly
,
Cherills
fault
excuse
.
The
lesser
starres
makes
Phoebe
shine
more
bright
,
So
may
my
infant
Muse
comparde
to
thine
,
Make
thy
heroicke
Poems
splendant
light
,
Seeme
fairer
farre
in
mens
iuditious
eyne
,
Comparison
makes
Vertue
seeme
diuine
.
Yet
giue
me
leaue
with
my
vnworthy
pen
,
To
blazon
forth
the
Acts
of
worthy
men
.
Cease
mournfull
Rome
thy
sad
enlangoring
,
Those
fatall
Fields
neere
to
Campania
sought
,
Wherein
the
very
prime
of
Marius
spring
,
The
spring
of
griefe
which
Carbo
deerly
bought
,
Ambitious
Conquest
rulde
great
Syllas
thought
.
Speake
not
of
these
proud
Rome
,
nor
make
thy
mone
,
Or
if
thou
speak'st
,
make
not
comparison
.
What
of
stout
Varro
,
and
Affranius
lost
,
Massilias
ruine
Scaeuas
pierced
shield
:
Home
by
Brundusium
,
Caesars
shippes
were
tost
,
Euer
renowm'd
Pharsalias
bloody
field
,
How
Iuba
fell
,
and
Diator
did
yeeld
.
Pompey
in
Egipt
by
Pothinius
slaine
,
And
endles
shame
which
Ptolomy
did
gaine
.
Caesar
is
stabd
,
and
Albas
doth
lament
,
Antonius
doth
the
Tyrants
plea
refute
:
Irefull
Octauius
to
reuenge
is
bent
,
Cascas
and
Cassius
,
Cicero
and
Brute
,
For
Countreys
freedome
frame
a
faithlesse
suite
.
Lawes
silent
are
when
armies
rule
the
towne
,
Who
conquered
Kings
,
by
Kings
are
tumbled
downe
.
Enuious
desire
of
honor
,
loue
to
raigne
,
Seuers
their
mindes
whome
nature
did
combine
:
Two
Romaine
nauyes
cut
the
Ocean
maine
,
One
brothers
losse
,
doth
cause
anothers
gaine
,
Nothing
is
worse
then
Potentates
disdaine
.
Rome
simild
with
ioy
,
when
ciuill
warres
did
cease
,
England
admired
more
at
perfect
peace
.
In
thirteen
battells
Englands
strength
was
tryde
,
Gauntes
issue
striues
with
Clarence
progenie
:
Through
euery
place
destructions
steed
did
ryde
,
Making
debate
and
endles
enmitie
,
Twixt
subiects
loue
,
and
Princely
soueraigntie
.
The
Lords
conspire
,
and
at
Saint
Atbons
meete
,
Here
's
Warwickes
tent
,
there
Yorke
doth
man
the
streete
.
Vnder
the
Castell
Somerset
is
slaine
,
Here
Clsfford
falls
,
and
there
Northumberland
,
Great
Buckingham
renewes
the
fight
againe
,
In
vaine
the
Lion
doth
the
Beare
withstand
,
Where
Warwicke
leades
his
all
subduing
band
:
The
Rose
doth
wither
,
and
the
Daysie
spring
.
The
Queene
escapt
,
but
Warwicke
hath
the
king
.
O
whither
shall
she
fly
?
whose
ay
de
expect
?
Who
is
encombred
with
a
thousand
woes
:
VVhat
peasant
boore
will
princes
griefes
respect
?
By
flight
she
scapes
the
furie
of
her
foes
:
Thus
to
the
North
this
Amazonian
goes
.
Griefe
flies
to
those
,
who
are
opprest
with
griefe
,
Societie
in
woe
is
some
reliefe
.
VVhen
Romes
two
Scipios
fell
,
two
glorious
starres
In
Andeluzia
or
illuding
Spaine
:
None
durst
but
Scipio
vndertake
those
warres
,
Euen
so
when
Clifford
was
for
England
slaine
,
And
Percies
pride
lay
breathlesse
on
the
plaine
,
None
durst
the
Ragged
Staffe
and
Beare
withstand
,
But
Cliffords
sonne
and
great
Northumberland
.
The
Trumpets
wake
the
Champions
to
the
field
,
VVho
rode
in
tryumph
through
Epaeons
towne
To
VVestmerland
;
and
Margaret
must
yeeld
,
VVhose
vertues
did
deserue
a
golden
Crowne
:
His
browes
are
circulizde
with
paper
browne
.
Themistocles
doth
yeeld
to
Xerxes
might
,
Yorke
ouermatcht
,
giues
place
to
Heuries
right
.
Penthisilea
bends
her
course
to
Troy
,
Shewing
the
spoiles
of
Larisseas
King
,
And
Henry
like
to
Priam
smiles
with
ioy
,
Seeing
his
Queene
such
Tropheys
home
to
bring
:
And
all
the
Phrigian
Virgins
Io
sing
.
Like
vnto
this
,
or
like
a
brauer
wight
,
Couragious
Margret
doth
returne
from
sight
.
Neuer
discouragde
Warwicks
royall
Peere
,
Vnconstant
Clarence
,
constant
Montacute
,
Seeing
the
Southerne
coast
of
Albion
cleere
,
Did
Essex
,
Suffolke
,
Surrey
resalute
,
Norfolke
doth
Mowbray
Captaine
constitute
.
Both
Armies
ioyne
,
and
to
Saint
Albons
came
,
They
flye
their
foes
,
where
first
they
ouercame
.
Mowbray
to
Suffolke
,
Warwicke
with
the
rest
,
In
haste
,
poste
haste
,
to
Cambrias
borders
flye
:
New
rising
March
doth
rowse
his
spangled
Crest
,
And
vnderstanding
by
a
sallying
spye
His
Fathers
friends
,
and
fauourites
were
nigh
,
With
decent
gesture
doth
them
entertaine
,
Imploring
aide
his
right
to
reobtaine
.
Warwicke
who
was
the
speaker
for
them
all
,
In
modest
sort
,
as
well
became
his
age
:
Not
Duke
of
Yorke
but
doth
him
Soueraigne
call
,
A
name
so
great
doth
vertue
equipage
,
Now
each
to
other
doth
his
honour
gage
.
Like
Caesar
now
he
ioynes
with
Anthony
,
And
like
to
him
doth
foster
enmitie
.
When
Brutus
hand
had
stabd
great
Caesars
hart
,
Octauius
honour
euery
where
did
finde
:
Antonius
takes
the
stout
Caesareans
part
,
But
when
reuenge
had
satisfide
her
minde
,
Whome
mariage
chaste
with
friendship
had
combinde
,
Ambition
makes
them
striue
for
endlesse
raigne
,
And
with
their
bloud
to
dye
the
crimson
mayne
.
So
Edward
and
renowned
Sarums
sonne
Ioyne
to
reuenge
dead
Richards
iniury
:
But
when
that
Gaunts
great
issue
was
vndone
,
Warwicke
doth
enuy
Yorkes
prosperitie
,
And
much
disdaines
his
peerlsse
Soueraigntie
.
Witnesse
when
Edward
durst
not
here
abide
,
And
Barnet
field
where
noble
Warwicke
dide
.
Henries
faire
Queene
,
great
Neapolitane
,
Blinded
with
masked
fate
,
vnconstant
chance
,
Did
neuer
feare
her
future
fatall
bane
,
Like
a
sierce
coult
this
Iennet
proud
did
prance
,
Smiling
with
ioy
to
see
her
smiling
chance
.
Harke
how
the
Drumme
doth
summon
to
the
field
,
See
how
she
takes
her
ill
beseeming
shield
.
Stay
Naples
pride
Sicilian
Empresse
stay
,
Will
France
for
euer
showres
of
vengeance
raigne
?
Thy
first
approch
presage
this
fatall
day
,
Fire
flew
from
heauen
and
made
our
Turrets
plaine
,
When
thy
Armados
cut
the
Ocean
maine
.
Had
Caesar
read
that
which
the
poore
man
gaue
,
Egypt
had
neuer
beene
Antonins
gratre
.
Had
but
great
Henry
,
great
in
Maiestie
Ioynd
with
that
match
which
Bedford
first
did
make
,
He
had
not
tasted
base
seruilitie
,
But
when
his
minion
Suffolke
did
forsake
,
That
Nimph
of
ioy
,
great
heire
to
Arminake
,
Then
Yorkes
depressed
issue
gan
to
rise
,
An
abiect
Prince
each
Subiect
will
despise
,
Clifford
and
Percy
proppes
of
Henries
state
;
(
Seeing
the
Southerne
Lords
entend
to
fight
,
)
Doth
the
fierce
Tygers
anger
instigate
,
Proposing
arguments
of
Henries
right
,
How
her
decayd
,
augmented
Edwards
might
.
In
Hampton
first
she
did
our
woe
begin
,
Two
Hamptons
cannot
end
her
endlesse
sin
.
Fury
awakes
the
murthred
Lions
whelpe
,
And
like
poore
Hector
his
deceased
sire
,
Craues
of
his
kinsemen
their
supporting
helpe
,
Their
smotherd
hate
hath
kindled
murthers
fire
,
Which
none
can
quench
till
they
haue
quencht
desire
,
Where
Nemssis
of
late
did
murther
end
,
There
she
begins
heroicke
bloud
to
spend
.
Like
the
worlds
Monarch
,
Yorkes
apparant
heire
Ioynes
with
his
Fathers
friend
,
great
Neuils
race
:
They
to
Northampton
with
their
troupes
repaire
,
VVhere
Aniowes
Tamiris
with
martiall
grace
Cliffords
triumphant
Armes
did
embrace
:
Clifford
whose
name
as
Taibot
did
in
France
,
Made
Warwicke
feare
his
Colours
to
aduance
.
Octauius
now
,
and
chaste
Octauias
Bride
,
Conspire
the
death
of
tyranizing
Brute
.
Clifford
must
fall
,
in
top
of
all
his
pride
,
Who
did
by
Armes
great
Muusters
plea
refute
,
Doth
pleade
his
cause
,
but
Warwicke
gaines
the
suite
.
A
headlesse
arrow
piercst
his
armed
throate
,
Who
in
his
youth
did
saile
in
Conquests
boate
.
If
Homer
liu'd
and
dwelt
in
Castalie
,
And
daily
tasted
of
Parnassus
Well
,
Inspirde
with
furious
sacred
Poesie
,
Yet
would
he
not
our
Virgils
worth
excell
,
Whose
Paeans
did
these
fierce
massacres
tell
.
Delia
is
praisd
with
thy
all-praysing
hand
:
No
wonder
,
for
thou
dweltst
in
Delos
land
.
Eight
seuerall
Battels
shall
escape
my
Muse
,
Least
pride
it selfe
should
me
esteeme
as
proud
:
Let
Maros
quill
that
sacred
path
peruse
,
Couer
my
temples
with
a
sable
cloud
,
Cimerian
wreathes
my
head
of
sorrow
shrowd
:
Giue
me
a
brazen
Pensill
not
a
Pen
,
Some
drops
of
blood
to
portraiture
these
men
.
The
Field
of
Banbery
.
NOw
warre
is
mounted
on
rebellions
Steede
,
And
discontent
perswadeth
willing
Pride
,
His
crest
to
raise
,
and
wears
an
Iron
weede
:
Long
smothred
Enuy
doth
the
Army
guide
,
Which
made
firme
loue
from
true
obedience
slide
:
'T
was
that
great
Neuill
made
proud
George
rebell
,
Whose
haughty
spirits
Warwicke
knew
too
well
.
Warwicke
that
raisde
the
race
of
Mortimer
,
Whose
eyes
did
see
too
soone
,
thy
death
saies
so
:
The
downfall
of
immortall
Lancaster
,
'T
was
he
that
did
,
what
could
not
Warwicke
doo
?
Make
Kings
and
Queenes
to
loue
and
feare
him
too
.
'T
was
that
great
Peere
,
who
with
one
warlike
hand
,
Crown'd
and
vncrown'd
two
kings
who
rulde
the
land
.
Thus
while
these
Royall
but
disloyall
Peeres
,
Maugre
reuenge
to
him
that
knew
not
feare
,
Vnnumbred
bands
of
men
and
swarmes
appeares
In
North
and
South
,
East
,
West
,
yea
euery
where
They
throw
away
their
Coats
,
and
Corslets
weare
.
Wiues
,
maides
,
and
Orphants
eyes
are
stuft
with
teares
,
And
cannot
see
the
Spades
transform'd
to
Speares
.
The
Shepheards
hooke
is
made
a
souldiers
pike
,
Whose
weather-beaten
hands
must
learne
aright
His
speare
to
traile
,
and
with
his
sword
to
strike
Vpon
the
plumed
beauer
of
a
knight
,
None
must
be
sparde
by
warres
impartiall
might
.
If
euery
souldier
were
a
King
,
what
then
?
Princes
should
die
as
fast
as
other
men
.
The
Senator
must
leaue
his
skarlet
gowne
,
And
keepe
him
in
some
Turret
of
defence
:
When
warres
once
flourish
,
Iustice
must
goe
downe
,
Lawes
to
correct
,
is
lawlesse
warres
pretence
,
Valure
doth
greeue
to
see
ill
gotten
pence
.
To
see
a
man
without
deserts
to
rise
,
Makes
warre
such
men
,
not
Iustice
to
despise
.
You
that
in
peace
by
vse
of
golden
hoords
Your
dunghill
race
to
Barons
did
erect
:
You
that
by
English
phrase
and
chosen
woords
Make
heauens
enuy
your
toplesle
Architeck
,
Your
Angels
cannot
you
from
warres
protect
.
The
Campe
and
Court
in
manners
different
are
,
Words
may
in
Peace
,
but
deeds
preuaile
in
Warre
.
For
Robes
of
honor
furr'd
with
Miniuere
You
must
haue
brest-plates
of
well
tempred
steele
,
And
on
your
aged
heads
strong
Helmets
weare
,
All
states
must
turne
when
Fortune
turnes
her
wheele
,
That
man
which
pleasure
tastes
must
sorrow
feele
.
Who
sees
the
wracke
of
mightie
Empery
,
He
loues
his
life
too
well
that
will
not
dye
.
When
Kings
must
fight
,
shall
subiects
liue
in
peace
?
What
Coward
is
of
such
a
crauant
race
,
That
loues
not
honor
more
than
idle
ease
?
Great
Romane
I
applaud
thy
worthy
Phrase
,
To
liue
with
shame
,
is
worse
then
dye
with
praise
.
All
which
haue
being
,
alwaies
cannot
bee
,
For
things
corrupt
must
die
,
and
so
must
wee
.
Could
Cressus
mightie
mines
from
Cyrus
hand
,
His
captiue
carkasse
or
his
state
defend
?
Wealth
cannot
warre
,
nor
siluer
speares
withstand
:
By
strife
we
see
the
greatest
states
haue
end
,
And
most
they
marre
by
warre
,
who
most
would
mend
.
When
old
warres
cease
,
then
straight
their
springs
anew
,
For
harmes
still
harmes
,
and
euils
do
ills
ensue
.
No
sooner
had
the
gladsome
eyes
of
peace
Beheld
this
warlike
sea
inuiron'd
Ile
,
But
disobedience
heire
to
sluggish
ease
,
Did
weake
beleefe
subdue
with
subtile
stile
,
Grace
winnes
the
heart
,
but
words
the
eares
beguile
.
T
was
Warwicks
tongue
,
whose
speech
did
all
men
please
Whose
words
were
such
,
or
very
like
to
these
.
The
Earle
of
Warwicks
speech
.
YOu
know
great
Lords
,
your
very
eyes
did
see
The
spotlesse
honor
which
my
house
and
I
Did
euer
beare
this
kingdome
;
who
but
wee
Did
checke
the
pride
of
wilfull
tyranny
:
And
with
our
Grandsires
we
esteemde
it
good
,
For
Englands
weale
to
spill
our
dearest
blood
.
Witnesse
the
dismall
fall
of
Salisbury
And
Richard
Duke
of
Yorke
in
Wakefield
slaine
,
The
wracke
of
my
decaied
familie
,
Why
did
we
this
,
what
profit
did
we
gaine
?
T
was
but
to
shew
our
country
our
good
will
,
Which
now
we
also
do
,
and
euer
will.
How
many
times
haue
I
in
complete
steele
Yea
mounted
on
my
steed
pursude
the
chase
?
Witnesse
these
weary
limbes
,
for
age
must
feele
,
If
youth
hath
runn'd
astray
or
tedious
race
.
Witnesse
these
siluer
haires
which
now
appeares
,
Cares
makes
vs
old
,
though
we
be
yong
in
yeares
.
When
as
these
eyes
,
impartiall
eyes
of
mine
,
Beheld
my
king
illuded
and
misled
By
baser
men
,
true
honor
did
repine
To
see
great
maiestie
with
basenesse
wed
:
For
which
I
waged
warre
,
and
warring
wan
,
And
winning
,
chose
a
Tyger
for
a
Lambe
.
Both
you
and
I
great
Lords
,
yea
all
the
state
With
vniuersall
voice
adiudg'd
him
wise
:
Who
now
hath
prou'd
a
tyrant
and
vngrate
,
Humilitie
makes
time
obseruers
rise
.
For
you
I
chose
him
king
and
spent
my
blood
,
But
tryall
saies
,
good
seeming
is
no
good
,
Now
therefore
friends
let
Warwicks
tongue
intreate
,
Since
that
our
hopes
of
Edwards
loue
dispaire
,
That
Lancaster
may
repossesse
his
seate
,
Whom
we
vnkindly
thrust
from
honors
chaire
,
The
reason
is
which
gouernes
our
pretents
,
Tyrants
are
worser
farre
then
Innocents
.
Thus
this
enraged
Lord
doth
instigate
With
spurlike
words
swift
coursers
to
the
race
:
Enuy
ambition
breeds
,
ambition
hate
:
Hate
discontent
breeds
,
discontent
disgrace
,
These
be
warres
angry
sounds
,
pernitious
race
.
These
vices
by
Iniustice
nourisht
are
,
Affection
in
a
Iudge
is
worse
then
warre
.
Blessed
that
state
,
thrice
happie
is
the
land
VVhere
sacred
Iustice
is
esteemde
diuine
:
And
where
the
Iudge
on
one
eare
holds
his
hand
,
My
pen
applaudes
that
sentence
iust
of
thine
,
Romes
holy
Prince
,
peace
louing
Antonine
,
As
I
am
Marcus
,
I
am
not
thy
foe
,
But
being
Iudge
,
I
must
be
iust
also
.
That
lawe
deryding
Peere
,
disdaining
Lord
,
Warwick
doth
his
rebellious
Ensignes
reare
:
And
vowes
reuenge
on
Edward
with
his
sword
,
Hastings
and
Stanley
do
withstand
the
Beare
,
True
honor
neuer
yeelds
to
seruile
feare
.
He
is
a
friend
that
loues
when
Fate
doth
frowne
,
He
shall
haue
thousands
that
doth
weare
a
Crowne
.
Thus
while
these
threatnings
like
some
blazing
starre
,
The
wracke
of
some
great
Emperour
do
portend
:
Their
friends
on
either
side
addresse
for
warre
,
Great
William
Earle
of
Pembrooke
doth
entend
,
Ere
warre
begin
to
make
of
warre
an
end
.
And
for
that
purpose
for
his
friends
he
sent
,
To
whom
as
thus
he
shewed
his
right
intent
.
The
Earle
of
Pembrookes
Oration
.
YOu
that
did
euer
with
your
swords
maintaine
,
The
vndoubted
title
of
the
whiter
Rose
:
By
whose
great
ayde
great
Edward
did
obtaine
,
The
Royall
crowne
and
homage
held
of
those
,
VVhich
now
rebell
,
deere
friends
correct
this
sinne
,
'T
is
as
much
praise
to
keepe
,
as
praise
to
winne
.
If
speech
might
spur
you
to
this
glorious
race
,
Where
endlesse
honor
is
the
purchast
fee
:
Selected
words
my
ruder
speech
should
grace
,
We
pricke
in
vaine
his
sides
whose
feete
are
free
.
You
euer
did
the
house
of
Yorke
adore
,
True
loue
encreaseth
daily
more
and
more
.
Giue
not
occasion
to
the
enuious
pen
,
To
brand
you
with
the
badge
of
infamie
:
Be
firme
in
resolution
worthy
men
,
And
thinke
vpon
your
auncient
libertie
.
Behold
why
Warwicke
doth
these
warres
entend
,
A
bad
beginning
hath
a
worser
end
.
Looke
with
indifferent
,
not
respecting
eyes
,
Vpon
these
two
coriualls
in
the
warre
:
Edward
a
King
,
couragious
,
honest
,
wise
,
Warwicke
whose
name
is
like
a
blazing
starre
,
That
some
ensuing
harmes
doth
foretell
,
Enuy
doth
still
worke
ill
,
but
neuer
well
.
For
whom
doth
he
this
bloody
battell
wage
?
For
aged
Henry
,
and
the
Prince
his
sonne
:
Who
but
for
him
had
led
a
quiet
age
,
But
they
poore
Princes
,
were
by
him
vndone
.
I
finde
it
true
which
hath
bene
often
sed
,
Beares
must
sometime
with
humane
flesh
be
fed
.
It
is
not
loue
to
either
of
these
twaine
,
That
doth
enforce
this
proud
ignoble
Peere
:
These
wandring
troupes
of
rebells
to
maintaine
,
But
t
is
ambition
whom
he
holds
most
deere
,
That
doth
compell
his
willing
hands
to
fight
:
Vnsetled
braines
bloud
still
respect
,
not
right
.
Nay
,
what
if
Henry
should
enioy
the
wreath
,
Thinke
you
by
yeelding
fauour
to
enioy
?
Friends
,
when
warres
rise
say
kings
should
neuer
breath
,
Princes
in
neede
men
of
regard
imploy
.
To
this
iust
action
loyall
friends
be
mou'd
,
The
firmest
faith
in
danger
great
is
prou'd
.
THus
hath
this
Lord
as
with
a
touch-stone
tride
,
The
courage
of
his
countrey-men
and
loue
:
The
voyce
of
all
is
on
warres
,
warres
they
cride
,
The
Princes
vertues
do
the
subiectes
moue
,
Dangers
and
perils
eminent
to
proue
.
The
noble
Earle
with
speede
pursues
his
fate
,
Delay
brings
danger
to
the
surest
state
.
When
Fame
reported
this
to
Edwards
care
,
Hope
vanquisht
feare
and
gaue
encouragement
:
To
see
them
firme
who
euer
faithfull
were
.
Then
to
Lord
Stafford
,
Southwike
Earle
he
sent
,
To
muster
all
his
friends
incontinent
:
Then
gaue
he
ioynt
commission
to
these
twaine
,
As
equalles
when
they
came
in
Campe
to
raigne
.
Thus
these
two
Captaines
as
those
two
of
yore
,
VVhen
Romes
selected
youth
in
Cannas
bled
,
Equall
in
power
,
but
not
in
Iudgements
store
,
As
Varro
,
Stafford
from
the
battell
fled
,
As
Paulus
,
so
renowmed
Pembrooke
sped
.
Thus
Lord-like
stout
Aemilius
forth
doth
goe
,
To
chase
the
pride
of
his
rebellious
foe
.
Stafford
and
hee
weake
staffe
to
leane
vpon
,
No
Stafford
he
,
nor
sprung
from
Buckingham
,
Nor
let
that
name
so
base
a
man
bemoane
,
His
cowardize
escandalizde
his
fame
.
Lassiuious
lust
did
explaiten
his
shame
.
These
two
to
Banbary
with
Armies
bend
,
Thence
Stafford
fled
,
there
Herberts
life
did
end
.
There
might
you
see
a
troope
of
warlike
men
,
Conducted
by
the
glories
of
their
Clyme
:
Vnworthy
I
,
with
my
vnworthy
pen
,
To
aeternize
in
Layes
vndecent
Rime
,
Their
memories
,
which
liue
in
spight
of
time
.
These
two
as
Fabius
and
Marcellus
weare
,
Romes
guarding
target
and
offending
speare
.
Richard
was
valorous
,
but
his
brother
wise
,
Youth
made
him
forward
,
age
the
other
stayde
:
Richard
for
action
,
Pembrooke
for
aduise
,
If
both
their
worths
were
in
a
ballance
way
de
,
Neither
should
Fates
partiallitie
vprayde
,
The
differences
betweene
these
brothers
are
,
One
peace
affected
most
,
the
other
warre
.
There
might
you
see
the
Champions
of
the
Beare
,
Mounted
on
Iustie
Coursers
,
scoure
the
plaine
:
There
might
you
see
the
sonne
of
Latimer
,
With
rashnesse
charge
,
with
feare
returne
and
slaine
,
They
neuer
feare
,
who
neuer
feeled
paine
.
There
might
you
see
,
O
I
am
greeu'd
to
say
,
What
yeares
confirm'd
,
consumed
in
a
day
.
There
might
you
see
that
worthy
man
of
men
,
Richard
with
his
victorious
sword
in
hand
,
Like
a
fierce
Lyon
passing
from
his
den
,
Or
some
sterne
Boare
,
whose
anger
plowes
the
land
,
Securely
passe
through
euery
conquer'd
band
.
As
a
round
bullet
from
a
Canon
sent
,
This
Knight
alone
through
fortie
thousand
went.
And
backe
return'd
to
his
amazed
traine
,
But
more
enraged
with
anger
then
before
:
Begins
to
kill
,
where
he
before
had
slaine
,
Like
a
close
myzer
he
augments
his
store
,
The
more
he
slaies
,
to
slaie
he
loues
the
more
.
All
this
thou
didst
,
what
latter
age
can
tell
,
Of
one
that
better
did
,
or
halfe
so
well
.
Thus
like
Alcides
all
composde
of
ire
,
Whose
fiery
lights
shut
sparkes
of
fortitude
:
This
Champion
doth
to
greater
deeds
aspire
,
Still
pressing
on
the
Hydra
multitude
,
Till
like
to
sheepe
they
fled
in
order
rude
.
Then
to
his
Tent
with
tryumph
he
doth
goe
,
Valure
doth
loue
to
spoile
,
not
chase
the
foe
.
But
see
vnconstant
chance
,
and
seeing
weepe
,
For
euery
word
requires
a
siluer
teare
:
Whiles
carelesse
victory
did
sweetly
sleepe
,
And
conquest
by
desert
did
honour
weare
,
(
VVhen
most
we
liue
secure
,
we
most
should
feare
)
Sixe
hundred
men
conducted
by
a
Squire
,
Made
those
that
chaste
with
praise
,
with
shame
retire
.
But
ere
that
these
confused
warriours
fled
,
Whom
vnexpected
horror
did
amaze
:
They
sold
their
liues
for
liues
ere
they
were
dead
,
Their
conquering
blood
their
honors
did
emblaze
,
Bnt
all
were
not
deriued
from
one
race
.
Some
Stallions
in
a
field
,
some
Asses
bee
,
And
so
of
men
there
be
,
of
each
degree
.
Richard
thou
canst
not
mount
thy
steed
and
flye
,
Nor
thou
great
Lord
experience
makes
thee
stay
,
To
feare
the
name
of
death
is
worse
then
dye
:
But
men
borne
base
,
a
baser
word
will
say
,
I
care
not
how
I
scape
so
liue
I
may
.
Ye
slaues
to
feare
whom
I
abhorre
to
see
,
That
loue
life
more
,
then
praise
or
honestie
.
Still
do
they
striue
till
that
vnnumbred
presse
Like
Bees
of
Hybla
swarmed
euery
where
:
Courage
in
danger
doth
it selfe
expresse
.
Submission
to
a
Lyon
breeds
but
feare
,
But
rauenous
beasts
their
prostrate
subiects
teare
:
By
such
great
Richard
falls
,
and
Pembrooke
dies
,
Conquering
twise
twentie
thousand
enemies
.
Mount
sacred
spirits
with
cleare
conscience
wings
To
the
ninth
heauen
whereas
your
glorious
eye
May
gaze
on
the
immortall
king
of
kings
:
Liue
you
in
peace
,
but
we
in
misery
,
Man
cannot
happie
be
before
he
dye
.
Vnto
your
glorious
tombes
I
sacrifice
,
These
dismall
Anthems
and
sad
Elegies
.
CEase
mournfull
Muse
,
to
chaunt
these
Ciuil
broiles
,
Vnciuill
warres
,
and
sence-amizing
times
:
Brothers
by
brothers
spoild
,
vnnaturall
spoiles
,
The
guilt
whereof
to
Ioues
tribunall
climes
,
Oh
subiect
fit
for
Thaeban
Statius
rimes
.
All
warres
are
bad
,
but
finall
end
doth
tell
,
Intestine
warres
all
other
warres
excell
.
Witnesse
the
same
the
Macedinian
downe
,
When
Pompey
did
the
Senates
cause
defend
,
And
Caesar
sought
the
worlds
Imperiall
Crowne
:
Witnesse
Philippes
and
Antonius
end
,
Milde
Othos
death
which
Authors
so
commend
.
Richard
now
riseth
at
his
Nephewes
fall
,
A
conscience
cleare
is
like
a
brazen
wall
.
Now
Englands
Traiane
sprung
from
Troiane
race
,
Doth
Oxford
helpe
and
Darbies
aide
implore
,
Froth-faced
Neptune
with
his
trident
mace
Doth
guide
his
Argosies
to
Milfords
shoare
,
At
Bosworth
field
he
slaies
the
tusked
Boare
.
Leicestrian
Dales
their
crimson
goare
did
fill
,
A
scarlet
streame
from
Richard
did
distill
.
Cheiney
thy
armes
and
sinewes
are
not
strong
Enough
to
match
with
Albions
martiall
king
:
Brandon
thou
dost
thy
youthfull
vigor
wrong
,
To
combat
him
who
to
the
field
did
bring
Those
cruell
parts
which
Collingbourne
did
sing
.
Now
consolations
wings
doth
reare
my
minde
,
To
shew
his
praise
,
who
sprang
from
Priams
kinde
.
Great
Impe
of
kings
,
heroicke
Theodore
,
Englands
Augustus
,
famous
Prince
of
peace
,
Great
Treasurer
of
sacred
Vertues
store
,
Eden
of
pleasure
,
which
didst
all
men
please
,
Comfort
of
Albion
,
and
they
Countries
ease
:
From
the
foure
golden
Fountaines
did
arise
Like
vnto
those
that
sprang
from
Paradise
.
Oh
that
I
had
all
wittes
excelling
witte
,
To
eternallize
thy
deeds
immortall
king
:
My
pen
thy
trophies
should
,
and
tryumphes
writte
,
The
triple
lauor
of
this
round
should
ring
VVith
thy
great
name
,
which
my
great
muse
should
sing
.
But
since
that
Nature
did
the
same
denie
,
Accept
my
will
,
aetheriall
dietie
.
Elizabeth
,
O
Princely
perfect
name
,
Combinde
with
thee
,
oh
cheerfull
cordiall
knot
:
No
priuate
quarell
could
white
Albion
fame
:
VVith
blood
and
rapine
fierce
dissention
blot
,
Fury
it selfe
,
within
it self
did
rot
.
Two
parted
Roses
which
so
long
did
striue
,
Grew
on
one
stalke
,
and
both
began
to
thriue
.
From
that
faire
stalke
great
Arthur
first
did
rise
,
Arthur
who
matcht
with
Castiles
Katherine
,
Childlesse
he
dide
,
and
death
he
did
despise
,
His
body
was
intombde
in
gorgeous
s●rine
,
His
soule
ascended
,
for
it
was
diuine
.
Henry
then
Prince
and
heire
apparant
was
,
Henry
which
did
all
former
Henries
passe
.
The
snow-white
Cliffes
which
Albion
do
confine
,
Whose
subiect
sands
are
deckt
with
Margarites
:
Clearer
then
is
the
clearest
Christaline
,
The
towring
waues
,
which
rule
the
narrow
streights
,
Which
do
adumbrate
sleepy
rockes
deceits
,
Could
not
debarre
his
thoughts
,
but
he
did
goe
To
conquer
France
,
and
Englands
greatest
foe
.
Wolsey
then
liu'd
,
high
minded
worthy
Clarke
,
VVhich
did
erect
those
glorious
Towres
of
yore
:
Learnings
receptacle
,
Religions
parke
,
Oh
that
some
Eagle-mounting
thought
would
so
are
To
finish
that
which
he
began
before
.
Oh
that
some
Prince
(
for
none
but
Princes
can
)
VVould
perfect
that
,
that
excellent
worke
of
man.
The
siluer
Isis
and
the
gliding
Thame
,
Whose
billowes
resalute
the
verdant
strand
,
Should
warble
Paans
to
his
mightie
name
,
The
leaden
age
is
past
which
rulde
the
land
,
Saturne
is
come
,
and
Saturne
doth
command
:
VVhose
hopes
were
dead
,
rich
students
neuer
feare
,
(
Most
rich
in
hope
)
some
will
your
turrets
reare
.
Nurse
of
ingenious
spirits
Athens
praise
,
Chiefe
benefactor
of
what
ere
is
mine
:
O
might
I
see
some
mightie
Monarch
raise
Those
halfe
built
walles
and
parted
towres
combine
,
Then
Christ
might
yet
be
iustly
tearmed
thine
:
As
Christ
is
best
,
so
should
his
houses
bee
,
And
in
perfection
haue
a
sympathie
.
Henries
triumphant
carkasse
laid
in
graue
,
Couered
with
gold
in
Caesars
ancient
towre
:
Edward
succeeds
,
a
Prince
though
yong
,
yet
graue
,
The
skye
which
whilome
smilde
begins
to
lowre
,
And
showres
of
sorrow
on
the
land
to
powre
.
He
endes
his
life
before
it
scarce
began
,
What
is
more
short
then
shortest
life
of
man.
When
nature
fram'd
this
Prince
,
oh
goodly
creature
,
Compos'd
of
pure
and
elementall
fire
:
Turnd
in
a
heauenly
mowld
diuinest
feature
,
She
saw
her selfe
deceiu'd
,
and
wroth
with
ire
,
When
life
began
,
his
end
she
did
desire
.
What
enuie
so
could
thee
proud
Nature
sting
,
Nothing
should
make
and
marre
the
selfe
same
thing
.
The
Gods
did
enuie
mans
felicitie
,
And
therfore
did
to
Nature
condescend
:
That
this
yong
King
,
great
King
of
Maiestie
,
In
sixteene
yeares
his
vitall
course
should
spend
,
His
life
hath
end
,
and
all
our
ioyes
haue
end
.
Nature
doth
hasten
to
the
house
of
death
.
And
shee
consents
to
steale
away
his
breath
.
Now
Spayne
and
England
ioynes
,
that
peace
I
loue
,
That
concord
doth
augment
the
common
state
:
Pray
God
it
doth
both
firme
and
faithfull
proue
,
But
for
to
match
with
Spayne
,
oh
cruell
fate
,
Could
Mary
so
her
countrey
ruinate
?
Guiltlesse
shee
was
,
but
those
that
made
the
match
,
Vnder
their
wings
did
egges
of
Serpents
hatch
.
Oh
now
me
thinkes
I
could
in
dismall
blacke
Shadow
my
lookes
,
and
neuer
wish
the
light
:
Writing
red
lines
of
blood
,
more
blacke
then
blacke
,
The
massacres
of
mans
amazing
sight
,
After
these
duskie
clouds
comes
elearest
light
.
Mary
is
dead
,
Elizabeth
doth
raigne
,
Her
conscience
cleare
,
no
corasiue
could
staine
.
The
losse
of
Elizabeth
.
FAire
Virgin
,
Empresse
,
royall
Princely
maide
,
Sprung
from
the
Damaske
Rose
the
Roses
bud
:
T
is
true
as
truth
it selfe
which
men
haue
saide
,
The
end
is
best
,
though
all
the
meanes
be
good
,
She
was
the
last
and
best
of
Henries
blood
.
Henry
did
well
in
all
,
excell
in
this
,
In
getting
of
this
Maide
,
our
greatest
blisse
.
He
vanquisht
Bolleine
,
and
strong
Turnus
towne
,
And
rode
in
tryumph
through
the
English
Pale
:
Placing
the
Diademe
of
France
,
that
regall
Crowne
,
Vpon
his
sisters
temples
;
and
withall
Made
the
twelue
Peeres
to
feare
their
finall
fall
.
But
what
of
these
?
if
Bullain
had
not
bin
,
We
all
had
liu'd
for
aye
in
endles
sin
.
Astronomers
did
dreame
and
fondly
saide
,
That
twelue
designed
signes
did
rule
a
Spheare
:
Virgo
did
guide
the
earth
,
oh
heauenly
Maide
;
But
now
sky-teachers
wise
men
neuer
feare
,
To
say
she
is
in
heauen
,
for
sure
shee
s
there
.
Oh
she
is
gone
,
with
her
our
pleasures
fled
,
They
liu'd
in
her
,
they
dide
when
she
was
dead
.
Bright
Gem
of
honor
,
Albions
glorious
starre
,
The
Cynosure
of
Englands
Hemispheare
:
Princessse
of
peace
,
Cytherian
queene
of
warre
;
Rides
through
the
cloudes
on
her
caelestiall
beare
,
Conquering
deathes
Ebon
dart
and
sharpest
speare
.
Fathers
of
peace
put
on
triumphant
weedes
,
A
gratious
King
,
a
gratious
Queene
succeedes
.
Reasons
first
founder
,
Natures
eldest
sonne
,
The
Stoikes
prince
did
also
erre
in
this
:
Repugnant
natures
neuer
raigne
in
one
,
Perfect
my
griefe
,
more
perfect
is
my
blis
,
I
smile
with
ioy
,
yet
teares
my
cheekes
do
kisse
.
A
present
salue
hath
cured
a
pensiue
sore
,
Britaine
is
now
,
what
Britaine
was
of
yore
.
The
wandring
Brute
,
who
sprang
from
Priams
kinde
,
Though
artlesse
men
with
their
malignant
muse
:
Still
bearing
burning
enuie
in
their
minde
,
Britaines
first
Monarch
warlike
Brute
abuse
,
Of
all
the
Northern
world
,
this
Isle
did
chuse
.
With
fire
and
sword
he
did
obtaine
his
sute
With
peace
and
ioy
we
chuse
a
second
Brute
.
Peace
,
valure
,
learning
,
science
hee
did
bring
,
Thou
feare
of
God
,
whom
thou
doest
onely
feare
:
Imperiall
Monarche
,
truth
and
concordes
King
,
No
champion
then
did
weild
his
fruitlesse
speare
,
No
chaine
did
tye
the
milde
vntamed
Beare
.
Saturne
then
liued
,
no
Sinon
did
amisse
,
All
men
were
free
,
(
no
slaue
by
Nature
is
.
Oh
sacred
age
,
and
blessed
times
of
yore
,
When
iust
Astraea
rul'd
this
circled
plaine
:
Then
each
man
liu'd
alike
,
and
liu'd
withstore
,
No
Persian
blood
did
Salamina
stayne
,
No
Vandals
Rome
,
nor
Romane
gouernd
Spayne
.
No
Cannas
chaunce
did
cause
Saturnia
mourne
,
No
sencelesse
Nero
wisht
new
Troy
to
burne
.
No
Manlius
sought
a
Diademe
to
gaine
,
No
iust
Papirius
sude
for
Fabius
bloud
:
Claudius
as
then
did
not
Virginia
stayne
,
No
Consulls
fell
at
Alias
flaming
flood
,
Red
Charea
was
not
dewde
with
Fabys
blood
.
Albans
and
Romanes
knew
no
single
sight
,
Saffetius
did
not
yeeld
to
Martius
might
.
The
vnspotted
spowse
of
martiall
Collatine
,
Did
not
consent
to
Sextus
lawlesse
lust
:
Each
virgin
was
ybound
with
Vestas
line
,
Camillus
needed
not
the
Ardeans
trust
,
Nor
Sceuola
his
hand
in
flames
to
thrust
.
But
see
,
oh
see
how
age
doth
follow
age
,
VVorse
after
worse
,
as
Actors
on
a
stage
.
Thrice
happy
Britaine
,
strong
vnited
Ile
,
Disioynted
was
by
her
first
monarches
fall
:
Then
Albanact
was
slaine
by
Humbers
guile
,
Caesar
then
conquer'd
it
,
who
conquered
all
,
Hunes
,
Pictes
and
Danes
tryumph't
in
Britaines
fal
.
Vaile
sorrowes
roabes
,
Ioues
father
comes
againe
,
The
golden
age
begins
with
Iacobs
raigne
.
The
Lords
great
Stuart
,
Albions
mightie
King
,
Our
second
Brute
like
to
the
morning
starre
,
To
Englands
Court
doth
light
of
comfort
bring
,
Now
Concords
boult
doth
Ianus
temple
barre
,
Binding
in
chaines
the
sternest
god
of
warre
.
Vertue
and
valour
triumph
euermore
,
Augustus
liues
adornd
with
Crassus
store
.
TO
THE
MAIESTIE
OF
King
Iames
,
Monarch
of
all
Britayne
.
ALl
haile
great
Monarch
of
the
greatest
Ile
,
The
Northerne
worlds
vnited
lawfull
King
,
Pardon
my
rudest
reede
vndecent
stile
,
Though
I
want
Skill
in
thy
new
Empires
spring
,
Yet
doe
I
loue
,
and
will
thy
prayses
sing
.
Me
thinkes
I
do
on
Clarps
Kingdome
stand
,
No
maruaile
,
for
Apollo
rules
the
land
.
On
true
obedience
knee
I
pardon
aske
Of
thy
diuine
heroicke
Maiestie
,
It
was
thy
merites
great
impos'd
this
taske
On
my
weake
pen
,
badge
of
infirmitie
,
Too
weake
indeede
to
prayse
thy
excellency
.
Each
Cherrils
muse
doth
now
salute
thy
grace
,
Shall
I
alone
be
mute
and
hide
my
face
?
Mar●
extold
Augustus
peacefull
daies
,
The
Liricke
Poet
sung
Mecenas
fame
:
Ennius
did
Scipio
Affricanus
praise
,
If
all
they
liu'd
and
saw
thy
sacred
name
,
Each
verse
they
made
should
sure
containethe
same
.
But
if
they
reade
thy
gift
,
oh
Princely
worke
!
For
shame
they
would
in
vntrode
desarts
lurke
.
If
Englands
Load-starre
pride
of
Poesie
,
Could
the
firme
Centers
regiment
transpearse
:
And
formalize
his
peerlesse
ingeny
,
Thy
all-surpassing
vertues
to
rehearse
,
A
Princely
matter
fitts
a
princely
verse
:
Yet
were
his
wit
too
weake
thy
deeds
to
praise
,
Which
brought
vs
ioyes
,
in
our
most
mournfull
daies
.
Could
Lidgat
passe
the
tower
of
Proserpine
,
And
like
to
Virbius
liue
a
double
age
,
Penning
thy
Trophies
in
a
golden
skrine
,
Yet
could
he
not
thy
mertis
equipage
,
Admiring
most
would
vse
a
tapinage
,
Bocchas
and
Gowre
,
the
Virgils
of
their
time
,
Could
not
vnfold
thy
prayse
in
antique
rime
.
If
these
foure
Poets
liu'd
like
Lions
foure
,
They
should
thy
famous
Coach
of
glory
drawe
From
Vertures
temple
,
to
true
honours
towre
,
Each
should
a
kingdome
haue
,
thy
foes
should
know
Thy
might
,
and
feare
their
finall
ouerthrow
.
But
what
should
muses
sing
?
the
world
doth
see
,
And
seeing
,
feares
vnited
Britany
.
Still
liuing
Sidney
,
Caesar
of
our
land
,
Whose
neuer
daunted
valure
princely
minde
,
Imbellished
with
Art
and
Conquests
hand
,
Did
expleiten
his
high
aspiring
kinde
,
(
An
Eagles
hart
in
Crowes
we
cannot
finde
.
)
If
thou
couldst
liue
and
purchase
Orpheus
quill
,
Our
Monarches
merits
would
exceed
thy
skill
Albions
Maeonian
,
Homer
natures
pride
,
Spenser
the
Muses
sonne
and
sole
delight
:
If
thou
couldst
through
Dianas
kingdome
glide
,
Passing
the
Palace
of
infernall
night
,
(
The
Sentinels
that
keepes
thee
from
the
light
)
Yet
couldst
thou
not
his
retchlese
worth
comprise
.
Whose
minde
containes
a
thousand
purities
.
What
fatall
chance
is
this
,
and
lucklesse
fate
,
That
none
can
aptly
sing
thy
glorious
prayse
,
And
tell
the
happinesse
of
Englands
state
,
O
barren
time
,
and
temporizing
dayes
,
Fowle
Ignorance
on
sacred
Learning
prayes
.
But
now
I
doe
a
Diapazon
see
,
None
but
thy selfe
(
great
King
)
can
sing
of
thee
.
That
Macedonian
starre
,
first
Prince
of
Greece
,
Sent
for
that
wandring
learned
Stagirite
,
To
teach
his
Sonne
knowledge
of
knowledges
:
His
sword
was
keene
,
his
sense
could
ill
indite
:
Thy
sworde
is
shape
,
and
who
can
better
write
?
He
had
another
to
instruct
his
sonne
,
What
he
by
others
did
,
thy selfe
hath
done
.
Some
Caesar
deemde
the
happiest
mortall
wight
,
That
breath'd
the
ayre
,
or
did
ascend
the
skye
,
For
conquering
Scipios
force
,
and
Pompeis
might
,
Some
did
Augustus
iudge
more
happy
,
why
?
Because
the
vanquisht
Aegypts
Anhtony
,
Romes
holy
Prince
,
said
Nerua
did
surpasse
,
For
leauing
such
a
sonne
as
Traian
was
.
If
those
olde
Wisards
which
of
yore
did
sing
,
Read
with
impartiall
eyes
thy
peerlesse
deeds
,
(
Great
Prince
of
warre
,
of
peace
thrice
happie
King
)
Concord
should
reconcile
their
striuing
reeds
,
And
sensures
ioyne
,
which
censures
enuy
breeds
.
Caesars
acts
,
Augustus
peace
,
good
Neruas
kinde
,
In
thee
alone
,
in
non
but
thee
we
finde
.
The
siluer
Moone
plac'd
in
her
circle
round
,
At
her
encrease
,
her
equall
distant
hornes
Vpwards
ascends
,
as
scorning
abiect
ground
,
So
when
the
worlds
great
honour
first
was
borne
,
That
fayre
arising
Sunne
,
cleere
faced
morne
,
Her
mounting
thoughts
did
to
the
heauens
Towre
,
Scorning
the
earth
,
or
any
terrene
Bowre
.
But
when
that
Virgins
Goddesse
doth
decrease
,
Her
picked
forkes
their
course
to
Terra
bend
:
So
when
our
Englands
Lunas
light
did
cease
,
The
Artike
Clime
an
Vnicorne
did
send
,
VVhose
radiant
Iusture
,
night
shall
neuer
end
:
Phoebes
cleere
light
seemes
darke
,
whilst
he
doth
shine
He
borrowes
perfect
light
of
God
diuine
.
Those
that
do
reade
the
secrets
of
the
skie
,
Whose
iudgement
is
in
heauen
conuersant
:
Which
portraiture
the
signes
in
heauenly
die
Might
asseuere
that
Virgo
was
on
high
,
I
sawe
a
starre
of
late
from
heauen
flie
:
Why
cannot
this
starre
then
faire
Virgo
bee
?
A
starre
more
chaste
I
thinke
we
cannot
see
.
O
now
my
thoughts
can
diue
into
the
deepe
,
Our
all
ships
guiding
starre
was
fixed
there
:
And
when
Eliza
did
with
honor
sleepe
,
Mounted
vpon
her
praise
deseruing
beare
,
She
did
obtaine
of
him
she
lou'd
so
deare
,
That
she
might
haue
his
seate
,
he
rule
the
land
Which
she
of
late
as
Empresse
did
commaund
.
The
Anatomizers
of
our
learned
daies
,
Affirme
that
Virgo
do
the
belly
guide
:
No
wonder
then
that
Albions
wondrous
praise
,
That
Virgin
Queene
which
here
on
earth
did
bide
So
nourisht
each
poore
hunger-bitten
side
.
Now
she
is
dead
,
oh
who
will
them
reliue
?
The
present
starre
doth
present
comfort
giue
.
I
heard
an
aged
woman
often
say
,
That
she
did
see
a
starre
from
heauen
descend
:
Which
was
as
true
me
thought
,
as
trees
did
bray
:
For
she
alledg'd
the
same
,
and
did
commend
A
certaine
Crowe
,
whose
wit
she
did
defend
.
Pardon
me
Age
,
for
now
mine
eyes
do
see
A
starre
on
earth
,
more
bright
than
starre
can
bee
.
To
whom
shall
I
this
Northerne
starre
compare
▪
To
Caesar
which
did
first
subdue
the
state
:
To
Horsus
who
no
limbe
of
Christ
did
spare
,
Damming
his
soule
this
land
to
ruinate
,
Great
Williams
conquest
and
the
Normanes
hate
.
Thus
doth
my
Muse
all
wanting
art
begin
,
To
sing
thy
vertues
,
and
to
shewe
their
sin
.
Caesar
was
twice
repulst
ere
he
could
see
This
litle
world
from
all
the
world
remote
:
Before
we
sawe
thy
face
we
sent
to
thee
,
As
to
a
Pilot
for
to
guide
our
boate
:
Which
did
in
Seas
of
suddaine
sorrow
floate
.
He
lost
his
sword
before
he
conquest
wan
,
We
yeeld
thee
all
our
hearts
,
and
all
we
can
.
Horsus
by
cruell
tyrant
trechery
,
Subdude
Ambrosius
that
wise
Prince
of
peace
:
Witnesse
the
hidden
kniues
at
Salisbury
,
He
trauaile
brought
,
but
thou
doest
bring
vs
ease
,
Thy
true
descent
makes
greedy
warres
to
cease
.
A
Wolfe
possest
his
heart
,
a
Lyon
thine
,
He
worse
then
man
,
thou
better
more
diuine
.
William
was
fierce
in
warre
,
and
so
art
thou
:
In
counsell
sage
,
thou
doest
him
aequalize
:
His
sword
forc't
foes
their
trembling
knees
to
bowe
,
Thou
conquerst
hearts
,
by
thy
hearts
winning
eyes
By
force
he
wan
,
by
merits
thou
doest
rise
.
He
brought
subiection
,
thou
doest
freedome
bring
.
He
loued
warre
,
but
thou
of
peace
art
King.
Rufus
was
rude
,
thou
ciuill
,
gentle
,
kinde
:
He
was
austere
,
thy
browes
hath
mercies
frowne
:
He
had
a
Neros
hart
,
thou
Caesars
minde
:
He
hunting
lou'd
,
for
pleasure
tumbled
downe
Many
a
Castle
fayre
,
and
stately
Towne
:
Thou
lou'st
the
chase
,
yet
Cities
doest
adorne
,
Thou
wert
for
all
the
worlds
great
profit
borne
,
Henry
was
grac't
with
artes
,
thou
doest
excell
:
Children
did
blesse
his
age
but
soone
did
dye
:
Children
thou
hast
in
health
and
perfect
well
,
(
God
prosper
them
with
pure
prosperitie
,
)
Adorne
their
harts
with
louing
pietie
:
He
was
a
worthy
King
,
thou
worthier
farre
,
Thou
art
our
Northerne-Pole
,
harts-guiding
starre
.
Soare
humble
thoughts
,
and
let
my
abiect
pen
Touch
the
high
mounted
Artike
Northerne
starre
,
And
there
compare
this
man
excelling
men
:
VVe
should
compare
the
things
that
equall
are
,
And
who
is
like
this
light
,
this
lampe
,
this
starre
?
Mine
eyes
distill
sweete
teares
,
the
teares
of
ioy
,
To
see
Troyes
issue
raigne
in
new
found
Troy.
Let
Barland
cease
to
write
of
wisest
Kings
,
And
Mellificius
with
his
tuned
voyce
,
From
whose
sweet
tong
sprang
learnings
sweetest
springs
?
Sing
not
of
Persians
prayse
,
or
Caldeans
ioyes
,
The
Grecians
Emperour
,
Europs
worthiest
choyce
.
These
three
combinde
,
each
sought
the
others
fall
,
Britaine
is
ioynd
,
and
Concord
guides
it
all
.
When
Alexander
sawe
that
precious
stone
,
Vnder
whose
Isye
wings
Achilles
lay
,
Shedding
ambitious
teares
,
he
said
with
mone
,
Vnhappy
I
,
and
ten
tunes
happy
they
,
Whose
ensignes
prayse
,
sweet
Homer
did
display
:
Then
happy
art
thou
King
,
whose
raigne
wee
see
Homer
doth
sing
thy
prayse
,
for
thou
art
hee
.
The
Maiestie
of
Marius
fearefull
face
Did
terrifie
the
Cymbrians
crauen
minde
:
Though
he
were
armde
with
Clothos
fatall
mace
,
And
solemne
oath
to
murther
did
him
binde
,
A
wandring
Bucke
did
feare
the
Eagles
kinde
:
So
did
thy
Princely
lookes
and
grace
of
God
Protect
thy
issue
from
a
Traytors
rod.
Now
doth
my
Ship
in
plenties
Ocean
sayle
,
Pusht
with
a
pleasant
gale
of
pleasures
winde
:
But
stay
I
here
an
enuious
Momist
rayle
,
Thy
toothlesse
threate
doth
not
amaze
my
minde
,
Barke
,
for
thou
canst
not
bite
,
I
scorne
thy
kinde
,
That
which
I
write
,
I
reade
,
and
both
are
true
,
I
dare
not
,
nor
I
will
not
tell
what
will
ensue
.
My
hope
is
good
that
we
shall
happy
bee
,
Hopelesse
our
foes
,
they
feare
,
we
still
secure
:
We
peace
,
they
warre
:
Ye
endlesse
peace
shall
see
,
We
plenty
haue
,
they
pouerty
endure
,
Religion
we
sincere
,
but
they
impure
.
They
liuing
seeme
to
dye
,
we
dying
gaine
To
liue
with
Saints
in
Paradisus
plaine
.
What
said
the
learned
,
those
that
learning
loue
,
If
causes
perish
,
then
effects
decay
,
Pray
for
the
cause
,
yea
,
pray
to
God
aboue
That
he
may
long
the
Albion
Scepter
sway
,
Who
shinde
like
Sol
in
our
Cimmerian
day
.
Liue
,
and
liue
long
,
great
King
,
liue
many
dayes
,
Vse
that
fayre
Theame
,
Be
as
thou
art
alwayes
.
FINIS
.
TO
THE
WORTHY
AND
Honourable
Gentleman
Sir
Philip
Harbert
,
Knight
of
the
most
Noble
Order
of
the
Bathe
.
THe
second
time
doth
my
unworthy
muse
Salute
thy
milde
aspect
thrise
noble
Knight
,
Let
gracious
censure
his
defects
peruse
,
Whose
Genius
waites
on
thy
heroicke
spright
,
Whose
loue
and
life
are
bent
to
honour
thee
:
And
whilest
breath
lasteth
vse
both
them
and
mee
.
These
Poems
which
my
infant
labours
send
As
messengers
of
dutie
to
thine
eares
,
Are
of
small
value
,
but
if
nature
lend
Some
perfect
dayes
to
my
unripened
yeares
,
My
pen
shall
vse
a
more
iudicious
vaine
,
And
sing
thy
glory
in
a
higher
straine
.
Your
Honours
at
commaund
.
William
Harbert
.
TO
THE
IVDICIOVS
Reader
.
I
Which
in
bloudy
warres
haue
sleep'd
my
pen
,
Whose
Muse
the
passing
bell
of
peace
did
wring
,
And
how
the
world
did
loose
a
world
of
men
,
Now
chuse
to
touch
a
more
concordant
string
,
My
Prince
his
prayse
,
whose
prayse
I
le
euer
sing
.
T
is
no
mechanicke
hope
of
hired
gaine
That
mou'd
my
minde
these
labours
to
sustaine
.
No
,
that
ignoble
basenesse
I
abiure
,
It
was
the
loue
I
euer
bare
the
place
Where
first
I
breathed
life
did
me
allure
,
In
pleasant
paines
for
to
consume
a
space
,
And
her
to
prayse
,
though
with
mine
owne
disgrace
:
With
my
disgrace
,
why
?
though
my
verse
be
ill
,
I
do
not
doubt
to
please
the
good
with
will.
To
thee
Iudicious
Reader
do
I
send
These
fruites
of
youth
,
t
is
thee
I
hope
to
please
:
If
that
my
muse
the
ignorant
offend
,
No
lines
of
mine
their
fury
shall
appease
,
I
set
iust
warre
before
an
vniust
peace
,
I
rayle
not
I
,
though
I
with
Plato
say
,
To
please
the
wise
,
must
bee
the
wisest
way
.
THe
lotted
seruant
to
rhy
Infant
age
,
Thrice
glorious
issue
of
a
gracious
King
,
Least
that
her
twelue-monthes
fearefull
tapynage
,
Ingratitude
suspect
to
thee
should
bring
,
Me
,
though
vnworthy
,
chose
thy
prayse
to
sing
Her
mourning
garments
she
hath
cast
aside
,
And
hopes
ere
long
to
entertaine
her
Bride
.
The
Cleargie
with
the
Barons
borrowed
light
,
Is
now
obscured
by
thy
transplendant
shine
:
The
Rochet
nor
the
Border
hath
no
right
To
rule
,
but
that
which
doth
from
thee
decline
,
She
ioyes
and
glories
to
be
onely
thine
:
Shee
deemes
it
honour
,
count
it
no
dispraise
For
thee
with
her
to
spend
thy
yonger
dayes
.
No
matchles
Machauil
,
nor
Arietine
,
Doth
her
plaine
meaning
breast
with
enuy
breede
,
Her
wits
do
moderne
seeme
,
and
not
diuine
,
Loyall
her
loue
though
lowly
is
her
weede
,
A
sympathie
there
is
of
word
and
deede
:
Such
as
these
are
,
in
Wales
thine
eyes
shall
see
,
Thousands
that
will
both
liue
and
dye
with
thee
.
O
was
she
euer
false
,
vntrue
,
vnkinde
?
Since
her
obedience
did
augment
thy
stile
?
Or
since
the
parted
Roses
were
combinde
,
Did
euer
rebels
blood
her
brest
defile
?
Or
did
she
euer
Englands
hopes
beguile
?
Witnesse
the
world
,
and
those
that
liue
therein
,
Her
spotlesse
soule
did
neuer
taste
that
sin
.
Search
Truthes
Records
,
not
times
illuding
lines
,
Then
shall
thy
Princely
thoughts
and
eyes
be
fed
With
the
strange
wonders
of
those
warlike
times
,
When
thy
great
Grandsyres
made
our
channels
red
With
blood
of
those
that
on
our
shoares
laie
dead
.
Teaching
great
Caesar
how
to
runne
away
,
That
neuer
knew
to
slye
before
that
day
.
Ten
yeares
did
Rome
and
all
the
world
admire
,
For
all
the
world
and
Rome
ten
yeares
did
feare
The
lusture
of
thy
Bekons
set
on
fire
,
Great
Odonisis
King
,
Character
,
Whose
endlesse
worth
my
worthlesse
Muse
shall
reare
To
that
bright
Spheare
where
honor
doth
remaine
,
She
loues
thee
dead
,
thy
life
her
loue
did
gaine
.
VVhat
honor
or
what
glory
didst
thou
win
VVith
the
earthes
strength
to
conquer
but
an
I
le
,
Maister
of
the
worlds
mistres
,
mightie
King
?
Only
this
grac'd
the
greatnes
of
thy
stile
,
Claudius
with
blood
did
not
his
hands
defile
.
This
triumph
Rome
did
thee
as
highly
grace
,
As
when
by
Scipio
Affrique
conquered
was
.
How
many
Legions
Caesar
didst
thou
send
?
How
many
Consuls
did
returne
of
thine
,
VVhich
sought
what
others
marr'd
,
by
warres
to
mend
?
How
many
Emperours
Britaine
did
repine
,
To
see
thy
honor
rise
,
their
praise
decline
.
Let
Tacitus
vnto
the
world
declare
,
No
land
saue
Rome
might
with
this
land
compare
.
I
know
yong
Prince
,
and
am
agreeu'd
to
see
The
leeuy'd
lookes
of
squint-cyde
Theonyn
:
Who
saies
this
sault
is
proper
vnto
mee
,
To
iudge
all
others
base
our selues
diuine
,
No
enuious
Momist
t
is
no
fault
of
mine
:
That
seme
are
so
,
I
must
confesse
t
is
true
,
All
are
not
bad
of
vs
,
nor
good
of
you
.
The
mellow
fields
haue
tares
as
well
as
corne
,
And
thistles
grow
amidst
the
greenest
grasse
:
An
Anacharse
in
Tartary
was
borne
,
Vertue
and
vice
do
meete
in
euery
place
,
Clodius
in
Rome
as
well
as
Milo
was
.
Both
good
and
bad
in
euery
land
we
see
,
And
so
are
you
,
if
of
a
land
ye
bee
.
Curbe
the
malignant
pride
of
enuies
rage
,
And
checke
the
stubborne
stomackes
of
disdaine
,
These
penny
Poets
of
our
brazen
stage
Which
alwayes
wish
,
O
let
them
wish
in
vaine
,
VVith
Rossius
gate
thy
gouernment
to
staine
,
Make
them
more
milde
,
or
be
thou
more
austere
,
T
is
veretue
,
vnto
vice
to
be
seuere
.
I
speake
not
this
vnto
the
learned
wise
,
For
them
I
loue
,
because
the
truth
they
loue
:
T
is
the
bleard
iudgement
of
seditious
eyes
,
That
doth
my
muse
and
my
affection
moue
,
A
most
vnwilling
Satirist
to
proue
:
Nature
hath
made
me
milde
,
but
these
hard
men
Turn'd
my
soft
quill
into
a
brazen
pen.
Play
not
the
Satyr
peace
affecting
muse
,
I
doubt
not
but
their
conscience
will
prouoke
These
Lucilists
their
follies
to
refuse
,
And
make
them
soft
,
though
they
were
hard
as
oke
,
Conscience
makes
bad
men
good
,
so
wise
men
spoke
I
leaue
them
to
their
spurres
,
my
muse
shall
flye
Vnto
that
Sphere
where
enuy
dares
not
prye
.
Vnto
that
Sphere
whose
circuit
doth
containe
The
neuer
spotted
essence
of
his
soule
,
Whose
sacred
intellect
no
worldly
staine
Could
with
desires
rebelling
aide
controule
:
This
guilded
Sphere
is
like
a
golden
boule
,
Which
many
lesser
mazers
doth
containe
,
So
many
vertues
in
this
one
do
raigne
.
Why
parriall
nature
stepdame
to
my
birth
,
Ye
mixed
elements
affections
slaues
,
VVhy
did
ye
frame
this
vessell
but
of
earth
?
An
equall
matter
to
the
dead
mens
graues
,
And
ioynd
thereto
a
spirt
like
the
waues
:
Low
as
the
earth
although
my
Genius
be
,
Yet
doth
it
touch
skye
threatning
Maiestie
.
O
were
my
wit
but
equall
to
my
will
,
VVere
I
as
wise
as
I
am
ignorant
,
Here
were
a
place
that
would
deserue
my
skill
,
Had
I
as
great
experience
as
I
want
,
Then
would
I
in
a
booke
of
Adamant
,
And
Inke
compoz'd
by
water
made
of
golde
,
VVith
pens
of
Diamond
thy
prayse
vnfolde
.
Let
Iustice
rule
the
organ
of
thy
speech
,
And
Clemency
adorne
thy
Princely
browe
:
Vnto
thine
eares
long
absent
patience
teach
,
By
these
which
good
men
wish
,
let
all
men
knowe
,
None
but
thy selfe
,
thy selfe
can
ouerthrowe
.
Let
pittie
check
the
rod
when
we
offend
,
That
makes
the
good
more
good
,
the
bad
to
mend
.
I
witnesse
call
the
seuen
hilled
Queene
,
How
we
obey'd
,
when
Lawes
obey'd
were
:
And
shall
not
we
be
now
as
we
have
bene
?
Feare
made
vs
then
vnnaturall
bondage
beare
,
VVe
now
securely
liue
,
and
cannot
feare
.
Doubt
not
thereof
,
but
come
experience
haue
,
VVe
loue
to
serue
,
but
loathe
the
name
of
slaue
.
Our
gazing
expectation
longes
to
see
The
true
admired
Image
of
thy
Syre
:
Which
Nature
hath
so
rightly
grau'd
in
thee
:
As
Phisicke
causes
seem'd
,
they
did
conspire
To
shape
the
like
to
him
whom
all
admire
.
So
Sions
sacred
singer
Dauid
saies
,
Good
trees
bring
forth
good
fruit
,
good
fruit
alwaies
.
Do
not
sweete
Sallets
spring
from
soundest
seed
?
And
is
not
man
like
God
,
which
man
did
make
?
Can
bad
effects
from
causes
good
proceed
?
Do
we
see
fruite
on
any
withered
stake
?
Or
do
we
see
in
sea
a
bush
or
brake
?
How
canst
thou
then
not
good
and
perfect
bee
,
That
wert
engraft
on
such
a
goodly
tree
?
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A02624-e210
S.
P.
S.
Baye
.
Oliue
,
and
Oake
.
Notes for div A02624-e1070
Description
of
Fortune
.
Geometry
William
the
Conquerour
.
Cadwallader
last
King
of
the
Buranes
,
his
land
being
vexed
with
the
scourge
of
Pestilence
,
went
to
Rome
,
where
he
vndertooke
the
habit
of
a
Friar
Wolues
.
Madans
second
sonne
.
The
helmet
was
the
ancient
crest
of
the
Teudors
.
So
called
for
assisting
Godfrey
of
Bullion
,
in
his
expedition
to
Judaea
.
Bassianus
and
Geta.
Henry
the
2.
sonne
of
Mawd
the
Empresse
,
and
Stephen
Earle
of
Blois
,
Nephew
to
Henry
the
first
.
Brennus
.
Henry
the
2.
the
first
Plantaginet
.
Richard
2.
Marcellus
,
so
called
by
Hanniball
.
●●nniball
.
●i●us
Flam.
●●s
slaine
at
●●e
batle
of
●hrasimenus
●●ose
death
is
by
his
●●nne
●●enged
in
the
●●isoning
of
●anniball
.
●enry
the
3.
Caius
and
Tiberius
Gracchus
.
The
saying
of
Leoline
himselfe
,
as
Powell
hath
laid
down
in
his
life
.
Queens
Isabel
wife
to
Edward
the
●
.
was
next
heire
to
Charles
king
of
France
whose
title
our
present
king
doth
enioy
Scipio
&
Lentulus
two
worthy
Ro
stroue
vehemently
in
the
campe
of
Pomper
:
for
the
Bishoprick
of
Rome
,
but
the
battels
ioyning
&
Caesar
winning
,
their
strife
ended
with
their
liues
Ed.
the
third
,
maried
Phillip
daughter
to
the
Earle
of
Henault
.
Lord
Roger
Mortimer
Earle
of
March
and
Queene
Isabel
,
compared
to
Anthony
&
Cleopatra
:
Edward
the
blacke
Prince
compared
to
Geranicus
.
Edward
the
blacke
Prince
ayded
the
Erle
of
Artois
against
King
Iohn
of
France
.
Aristotle
.
●ermanicus
●●peased
Ger●any
,
but
end●d
his
dayes
by
●oison
in
As●i●a
.
●dward
prince
of
Wales
re●●ored
Peter
●ing
of
Spaine
●nto
his
King●ome
by
the
●onquest
of
Henry
his
basard
brother
,
at
●he
battle
of
Nazers
.
●ohn
Lord
●eaumont
,
●ooke
part
with
the
eng●ish
against
the
French
nation
,
but
afterwards
●e
fauoured
the
●actiō
of
Iohn
,
king
of
Frāce
.
The
lord
Audley
at
the
battle
of
Poytiers
behaued
himselfe
most
valiant
,
as
Crasinius
did
in
Pharsalia
,
who
bad
Caesar
be
of
comfort
,
and
take
courage
before
he
fought
and
that
day
he
should
praise
him
aliue
or
dead
,
which
he
performed
,
for
he
lost
his
l●e
in
the
pursuite
of
honor
,
and
for
the
safety
of
Caesar
.
Ed.
the
3.
compared
to
Paulus
Aemi●
who
in
his
greatest
glory
lost
his
chiefest
ioy
,
namely
his
t●●
sonnes
.
Romanes
.
The
halfe
Moone
is
t●●
armes
of
th●
Percies
Ea●●
of
Northu●●
Hen.
Bussi●●brooke
D●●●
of
Heref.
w●●
accused
by
Th.
Mowb●●●
Duke
of
N●●folke
of
tre●son
,
which
〈◊〉
not
being
〈◊〉
to
proue
,
w●●
contented
t●
maintaine
〈◊〉
allegation
〈◊〉
combat
,
〈◊〉
his
aduersa●●
did
accept
.
But
better
●●uice
being
●●●ken
,
they
w●●●
both
banish●●
the
land
,
He●●ford
for
the
terme
of
ten
yeares
,
and
Mowbray
〈◊〉
the
date
of
〈◊〉
Caligula
slain
by
his
own
friends
The
stone
where
the
Kings
of
Englands
chaire
is
placed
at
their
Coronatiōs
,
is
reported
to
be
that
stone
wheron
Iacob
laid
his
head
whē
the
Angel
appeared
to
him
in
his
dream
Genes
.
brought
frō
Scotland
by
Edward
the
first
.
Henry
4.
The
extremitie
of
his
lawes
are
set
downe
at
large
in
Powels
Annales
.
Owen
Glēdour
compared
to
Sertorius
.
Edmund
Mo●timer
Earle
o●
March
was
d●signed
heire
apparant
in
the
dayes
o●
Richard
the
2.
if
the
King
dye●
without
issue
.
The
battle
at
Shaftsbury
Henry
the
5.
borne
at
Monmouth
shire
in
Wales
.
Henr.
5.
Pyrrhus
.
The
Duke
of
Yorke
&
Earle
of
Suffolke
,
were
the
onely
men
of
Nobilitie
that
ended
their
liues
in
the
battell
of
Agincourt
.
Crassinius
was
the
first
Captain
that
charged
the
enemy
in
the
Field
,
which
office
of
valure
,
Edward
the
Duke
of
Yorke
enioyed
at
Agincourt
.
Mercuries
Oration
.
He
dyed
in
a
Chamber
at
the
Deane
of
Westmi
.
lodging
named
Ierusalem
.
The
Fates
●nswere
.
Mercinys
reply
.
The
ciuil
wars
of
Marius
and
Sylla
.
The
battell
Spayne
,
whe●
Caesar
was
victor
.
Caesar
slaine
the
Court
of
Pompey
.
The
battell
〈◊〉
Phillippia
.
The
feelde
at
Actium
.
The
first
of
Sain●
Albons
barrells
.
Daysie
in
●rench
,
signi●●eth
Margaret
At
Wakefield
,
Rich.
Duke
of
Yorke
being
taken
by
the
Lord
Clifford
,
in
reuenge
of
his
fathers
Ideath
slaine
at
S.
Albons
,
I
crowned
the
Dukes
head
with
paper
.
The
secon●
Battell
of
S
▪
Albons
.
thard
Earle
Warwicke
.
●argret
daugh●●r
to
Reino
●●rle
of
Aniow
●ho
entituled
●●mself
King
of
Naples
,
Sycil
,
&
●erusalem
,
but
●●ioyed
none
.
That
day
in
which
Caesar
lost
his
〈◊〉
in
the
Court
of
●ompe●
,
a
poor
man
tendred
him
a
petition
which
he
light●y
regarded
,
the
contents
wherof
if
he
had
pervsed
,
his
life
might
haue
bene
preserued
At
her
first
c●ming
,
landin●
at
Southham●ton
,
some
pa●●
of
Paules
st●●ple
.
and
many
other
Church●●
in
England
were
set
on
fi●●
A
compari●on
of
Edward
and
Warwicke
with
Octaui●s
&
Anthony
.
Richard.
3.
The
battle
o●
Bosworth
.
Henry
.
7.
Arthur
.
Henry
.
Margaret
.
Mary
.
Elizabeth
eldest
daughter
to
Edw.
the
4.
was
maried
to
Henr.
the
7
by
which
mariage
the
both
houses
of
Yorke
and
Lancaster
so
long
seuered
wer
vnited
Henry
8.
Christ
Chur●●
in
Oxford
.
Edward
6.
Queene
Mary
married
with
Phillip
Prince
of
Spayne
.
●●●stotle
.
〈◊〉
.
Iames
the
1.
of
England
,
and
6.
of
Scotland
.
Basilicon
Doron
.
Chaucer
,
so
called
by
M.
Camdon
.
Philip
Aristotle
Notes for div A02624-e29400
Cornelius
Tanitus
in
the
life
of
Agrippa
.