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             The garland of good-will divided into three parts : containing many pleasant songs and pretty poems to sundry new notes : with a table to find the names of all the songs / written by T.D.
             Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.
          
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           THE
           Garland
           OF
           Good-will
           .
        
         
           Divided
           into
           Three
           parts
           ,
           containing
           many
           pleasant
           SONGS
           ,
           and
           pretty
           POEMS
           to
           sundry
           new
           NOTES
           .
        
         
           With
           a
           TABLE
           to
           find
           the
           Names
           of
           all
           the
           SONGS
           .
           Written
           by
           
             T.
             D.
          
           
        
         
           London
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             I.
             Wright
          
           ,
           at
           the
           sign
           of
           the
           Crown
           on
           Ludgate-hill
           .
           1678.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           The
           Table
           .
        
         
           
             In
             the
             First
             Part.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             THe
             fair
             Lady
             Rosamond
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Shore's
             Wife
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             How
             King
             Edgar
             was
             deceived
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             How
             Coventry
             was
             made
             free
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Of
             the
             Duke
             of
             Cornwall's
             Daughter
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             A
             Song
             of
             Queen
             Isabel.
             
          
           
             7.
             
             The
             banishment
             of
             the
             two
             Dukes
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             Noble
             Acts
             of
             Arthur
             of
             the
             Round
             Table
             ,
             and
             of
             
               Lancelot
               du
               Lake
            
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             A
             Song
             in
             praise
             of
             Women
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             A
             Song
             in
             praise
             of
             a
             single
             life
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             The
             Widdows
             solace
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             A
             Gentlewomans
             Complaint
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             How
             a
             Prince
             of
             England
             Wooed
             the
             Kings
             Daughter
             of
             France
             ,
             and
             how
             she
             was
             Married
             to
             a
             Forrester
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             The
             Faithful
             Friendship
             of
             two
             Friends
             ,
             Alphonso
             and
             Ganselo
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             In
             the
             Second
             Part.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             A
             Pastoral
             Song
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Patient
             Grissel
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             A
             song
             between
             Truth
             and
             Ignorance
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Iudeth
             and
             Holofornes
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             In
             praise
             of
             the
             
               English
               Rose
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             the
             Third
             Part.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             A
             Maidens
             Choice
             'twixt
             Age
             and
             Youth
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             As
             I
             came
             from
             Walsingham
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             The
             Winning
             of
             Cales
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Of
             Edward
             and
             a
             Countess
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             The
             Spanish
             Ladies
             Love
             to
             an
             English-man
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             A
             Farewel
             to
             Love.
             
          
           
             7.
             
             The
             Lover
             by
             his
             Gifts
             thinking
             to
             conquer
             Chastity
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             Womans
             Answer
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           A
           Mournful
           Ditty
           on
           the
           Death
           of
           Rosamond
           ,
           King
           Henry
           the
           Second's
           Concubine
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             When
             flying
             Fame
          
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             as
             King
             Henry
             rul'd
             this
             Land
             ,
          
           
             the
             second
             of
             that
             Name
             ;
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Queen
             he
             dearly
             lov'd
             ,
          
           
             a
             fair
             and
             Princely
             Dame
             :
          
           
             Most
             Peerless
             was
             her
             beauty
             found
             ,
          
           
             her
             favour
             and
             her
             Face
             ,
          
           
             A
             sweeter
             Creature
             in
             this
             world
             ,
          
           
             did
             never
             Prince
             embrace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Her
             crisped
             Locks
             like
             threads
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             appear'd
             to
             each
             mans
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Her
             comely
             Eyes
             like
             Orient
             Pearls
             ,
          
           
             did
             cast
             a
             heavenly
             light
             :
          
           
             The
             blood
             within
             her
             Christial
             Ch●eks
             ,
          
           
             did
             such
             a
             colour
             drive
             ,
          
           
             As
             though
             the
             Lilly
             and
             the
             Rose
             ,
          
           
             for
             Mastership
             did
             strive
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Yea
             Rosamond
             ,
             fair
             Rosamond
             ,
          
           
             her
             named
             was
             called
             so
             ;
          
           
             To
             whom
             Dame
             Elinor
             our
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             was
             known
             a
             mortal
             Foe
             :
          
           
             The
             King
             therefore
             for
             her
             defence
             ,
          
           
             against
             the
             furious
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             At
             Woodstock
             builded
             such
             a
             Bower
             ,
          
           
             the
             like
             was
             never
             seen
             .
          
        
         
           
             Most
             curiously
             this
             Bower
             was
             built
             ,
          
           
             of
             Stone
             and
             Timber
             strong
             ;
          
           
             An
             hundred
             and
             fifty
             Doors
             ,
          
           
             did
             to
             this
             Bower
             belong
             :
          
           
             And
             they
             so
             cunningly
             contriv'd
             ,
          
           
             with
             turnings
             round
             about
             ,
          
           
             That
             none
             (
             but
             with
             a
             Clew
             of
             Thread
             )
          
           
             could
             enter
             in
             or
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             for
             his
             Love
             and
             Ladies
             sake
             ,
          
           
             that
             was
             so
             fair
             and
             bright
             ;
          
           
             The
             keeping
             of
             this
             Bower
             he
             gave
             ,
          
           
             unto
             a
             gallant
             Knight
             :
          
           
             But
             Fortune
             that
             doth
             often
             frown
             ,
          
           
             where
             she
             before
             did
             smile
             ;
          
           
             The
             Kings
             delight
             and
             Ladies
             ioy
             ,
          
           
             full
             soon
             she
             did
             beguile
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             why
             the
             Kings
             ungracious
             Son
             ,
          
           
             whom
             he
             did
             high
             advance
             ;
          
           
           
             Against
             his
             Father
             raised
             War
             ,
          
           
             within
             the
             Realm
             of
             France
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             before
             our
             comely
             King
             ,
          
           
             the
             English
             Land
             forsook
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Rosamond
             his
             Lady
             fair
             ,
          
           
             his
             farewel
             thus
             he
             took
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             Rosamond
             ,
             the
             only
             Rose
          
           
             that
             pleaseth
             best
             my
             eye
             ;
          
           
             The
             fairest
             Rose
             in
             all
             the
             world
             ,
          
           
             to
             feed
             my
             Fantasie
             :
          
           
             The
             Flower
             of
             my
             affected
             heart
             ,
          
           
             whose
             sweetness
             doth
             excell
             ;
          
           
             My
             Royal
             Rose
             ,
             a
             thousand
             times
             ,
          
           
             I
             bid
             thee
             now
             farewel
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             I
             must
             leave
             my
             fairest
             Flower
             ,
          
           
             my
             sweetest
             Rose
             a
             space
             ;
          
           
             And
             cross
             the
             Seas
             to
             famous
             France
             ,
          
           
             proud
             Rebels
             to
             abase
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             my
             Rose
             be
             sure
             thou
             shalt
             ,
          
           
             my
             comming
             shortly
             see
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             heart
             whilst
             hence
             I
             am
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             bear
             my
             Rose
             with
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             Rosamond
             that
             Lady
             bright
             ,
          
           
             did
             hear
             the
             King
             say
             so
             ,
          
           
             The
             sorrow
             of
             her
             grieved
             heart
             ,
          
           
           
             her
             outward
             looks
             did
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             her
             clear
             and
             christial
             Eyes
             ,
          
           
             the
             tears
             gush'd
             out
             apace
             ,
          
           
             Which
             like
             the
             Silver
             Pearled
             Dew
             ,
          
           
             ran
             down
             her
             comely
             face
             .
          
        
         
           
             Her
             Lips
             like
             to
             the
             Coral
             red
             ,
          
           
             did
             wax
             both
             wan
             and
             pale
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             sorrow
             she
             conceiv'd
             ,
          
           
             her
             vital
             Spirits
             did
             fail
             :
          
           
             So
             falling
             down
             all
             in
             a
             swound
             ,
          
           
             before
             King
             Henries
             face
             ,
          
           
             Full
             oft
             betwixt
             his
             Princely
             arms
             ,
          
           
             her
             Corps
             he
             did
             embrace
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             twenty
             times
             with
             watry
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             he
             kist
             her
             tender
             Cheeks
             ,
          
           
             Until
             he
             had
             receiv'd
             again
             ,
          
           
             her
             senses
             mild
             and
             meek
             :
          
           
             Why
             grieves
             my
             Rose
             ,
             my
             sweetest
             Rose
             ,
          
           
             the
             King
             did
             ever
             say
             ,
          
           
             Because
             ,
             quoth
             she
             ,
             to
             bloody
             Wars
             ,
          
           
             my
             Lord
             must
             part
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             sith
             your
             Grace
             in
             Forreign
             Coasts
             ,
          
           
             among
             your
             Foes
             unkind
             ;
          
           
             Must
             go
             to
             hazard
             life
             and
             limb
             ,
          
           
             why
             should
             I
             stay
             behind
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Nay
             ,
             rather
             let
             me
             like
             a
             Page
             ,
          
           
             your
             Shield
             and
             Target
             bear
             ,
          
           
             That
             on
             my
             Breast
             the
             blow
             may
             light
             ,
          
           
             that
             should
             annoy
             you
             there
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             let
             me
             in
             your
             Royal
             Tent
             ,
          
           
             prepare
             your
             bed
             at
             night
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             sweet
             Herbs
             refresh
             your
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             at
             your
             return
             from
             Fight
             :
          
           
             So
             I
             your
             presence
             may
             enjoy
             ,
          
           
             no
             toyl
             I
             will
             refuse
             ,
          
           
             But
             wanting
             you
             my
             life
             is
             death
             ,
          
           
             which
             doth
             true
             Love
             abuse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Content
             thy self
             my
             dearest
             Love
             ,
          
           
             thy
             rest
             at
             home
             shall
             be
             ;
          
           
             In
             Englands
             sweet
             and
             pleasant
             Soyl
             ,
          
           
             for
             travel
             fits
             not
             thee
             :
          
           
             Fair
             Ladies
             brook
             not
             bloody
             Wars
             ,
          
           
             sweet
             Peace
             their
             pleasure
             breed
             ;
          
           
             The
             nourisher
             of
             hearts
             content
             ,
          
           
             which
             Fancy
             first
             did
             feed
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             Rose
             in
             
             Woodstock-Bower
             shall
             rest
             ,
          
           
             with
             Musick
             's
             sweet
             delight
             ;
          
           
             While
             I
             amongst
             the
             pierceing
             Pikes
             ,
          
           
             against
             my
             Foes
             do
             Fight
             :
          
           
             My
             Rose
             in
             Robes
             of
             Pearl
             and
             Gold
             ,
          
           
           
             with
             Diamonds
             richly
             dight
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             dance
             the
             Galliard
             of
             my
             Love
             ,
          
           
             while
             I
             my
             Foes
             do
             tinite
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             you
             Sir
             Thomas
             whom
             I
             trust
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             my
             Loves
             defence
             ;
          
           
             Be
             careful
             of
             my
             gallant
             Rose
             ,
          
           
             when
             I
             am
             parted
             hence
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             withal
             he
             fetcht
             a
             sigh
             ,
          
           
             as
             though
             his
             heart
             would
             break
             ,
          
           
             And
             Rosamond
             for
             very
             grief
             ,
          
           
             not
             one
             plain
             word
             could
             speak
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             at
             their
             parting
             well
             they
             might
             ,
          
           
             in
             heart
             be
             grieved
             sore
             ;
          
           
             After
             that
             day
             fair
             Rosamond
             ,
          
           
             the
             King
             did
             see
             no
             more
             :
          
           
             For
             when
             his
             Grace
             had
             past
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             and
             into
             France
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Queen
             Elinor
             with
             envious
             heart
             ,
          
           
             to
             Woodstock
             came
             anon
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             forth
             she
             call'd
             this
             trusty
             Knight
             ,
          
           
             which
             kept
             this
             curious
             Bower
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             his
             Clew
             of
             twined
             thread
             ,
          
           
             came
             from
             that
             famous
             Flower
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             that
             they
             had
             wounded
             him
             ,
          
           
             the
             Queen
             his
             Thred
             did
             get
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             came
             where
             Lady
             Rosamond
             ,
          
           
             was
             like
             an
             Angel
             set
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             when
             the
             Queen
             with
             stedfast
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             beheld
             her
             heavenly
             face
             ,
          
           
             She
             was
             amazed
             in
             her
             mind
             ,
          
           
             at
             her
             exceeding
             Grace
             :
          
           
             Cast
             off
             thy
             Robes
             from
             thee
             ,
             she
             said
             ,
          
           
             that
             rich
             and
             costly
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             drink
             thee
             up
             this
             deadly
             Draught
             ,
          
           
             which
             I
             have
             brought
             for
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             presently
             upon
             her
             knees
             ,
          
           
             sweet
             Rosamond
             did
             fall
             :
          
           
             And
             pardon
             of
             the
             Queen
             she
             crav'●
             ,
          
           
             for
             her
             offences
             all
             :
          
           
             Lake
             pitty
             on
             my
             Youthful
             Years
             ,
          
           
             fair
             Rosamond
             did
             cry
             :
          
           
             And
             let
             me
             not
             with
             poyson
             strong
             ,
          
           
             enforced
             be
             to
             die
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             will
             renounce
             my
             sinful
             life
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             a
             Cloyster
             vide
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             be
             banisht
             if
             you
             please
             ,
          
           
             to
             range
             the
             world
             so
             wide
             :
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             fault
             that
             I
             have
             done
             ,
          
           
             though
             I
             was
             forc'd
             thereto
             ,
          
           
             Preserve
             my
             lif●
             ,
             and
             punish
             me
             ,
          
           
             as
             you
             think
             fit
             to
             do
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             with
             these
             words
             her
             Lilly
             hands
             ,
          
           
             she
             wrung
             full
             often
             there
             ;
          
           
             And
             down
             along
             her
             comely
             Cheeks
             ,
          
           
             proceeded
             many
             a
             tear
             :
          
           
             But
             nothing
             could
             this
             furious
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             therewith
             appeased
             be
             ;
          
           
             The
             Cup
             of
             deadly
             Poyson
             fill'd
             ,
          
           
             as
             she
             sat
             on
             her
             knee
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             gave
             this
             comely
             Dame
             to
             drink
             ,
          
           
             who
             took
             it
             from
             her
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             her
             bended
             knees
             arose
             ,
          
           
             and
             on
             her
             Feet
             did
             stand
             :
          
           
             And
             casting
             up
             her
             eyes
             to
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             she
             did
             for
             mercy
             call
             ;
          
           
             And
             drinking
             up
             this
             Poyson
             strong
             ,
          
           
             her
             life
             she
             lost
             withal
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             when
             that
             death
             through
             every
             Limb
             ,
          
           
             had
             done
             his
             greatest
             spight
             ;
          
           
             Her
             chiefest
             Foes
             did
             plain
             confess
             ,
          
           
             she
             was
             a
             Glorious
             Might
             :
          
           
             Her
             Body
             then
             they
             did
             Entomb
             ,
          
           
             when
             life
             was
             fled
             away
             ;
          
           
             At
             Godstow
             ,
             near
             to
             Oxford
             town
             ,
          
           
             as
             may
             be
             seen
             this
             day
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           2.
           
           A
           new
           Sonnet
           ,
           containing
           the
           Lamentation
           of
           
           Shore's
           Wife
           ,
           who
           was
           sometimes
           Concubine
           to
           King
           Edward
           the
           Fourth
           ;
           setting
           forth
           h●r
           great
           Fall
           ,
           and
           withal
           her
           most
           miserable
           and
           wretched
           end
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             The
             Hunt
             is
             up
          
           .
        
         
           
             LIsten
             fair
             Ladies
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             my
             misery
             ,
          
           
             That
             lived
             late
             ,
             in
             pompous
             State
             ,
          
           
             most
             delightfully
             :
          
           
             And
             now
             to
             Fortunes
             fair
             Dissimulation
             .
          
           
             Brought
             in
             cruel
             and
             uncouth
             Plagues
             ,
          
           
             most
             pitiously
             .
          
        
         
           
             
             Shore's
             Wife
             I
             am
             ,
          
           
             So
             known
             by
             Name
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             
               Flower-de-luce
               in
               Cheapside
            
             ,
          
           
             was
             my
             dwelling
             :
          
           
             The
             only
             Daughter
             of
             a
             wealthy
             Merchant-man
          
           
             Against
             whose
             counsel
             evermore
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             rebelling
             .
          
        
         
           
             Young
             was
             I
             loved
             ,
          
           
             No
             action
             moved
             ,
          
           
             My
             heart
             or
             mind
             ,
             to
             give
             or
             yield
             ,
          
           
             to
             their
             consenting
             :
          
           
           
             My
             Parents
             thinking
             strictly
             for
             to
             wed
             me
             ,
          
           
             Forcing
             me
             to
             take
             that
             which
             caused
          
           
             my
             repenting
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             being
             wedded
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             quickly
             tempted
             ,
          
           
             My
             beauty
             caused
             many
             Gallants
          
           
             to
             salute
             me
             :
          
           
             The
             King
             commanded
             ,
             I
             straight
             obeyed
             ;
          
           
             For
             his
             chiefest
             Iewel
             then
          
           
             he
             did
             repute
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Bravely
             was
             I
             trained
             ,
          
           
             Like
             a
             Queen
             I
             reigned
             ,
          
           
             And
             poor
             mens
             Suits
          
           
             by
             me
             was
             obtained
             :
          
           
             In
             all
             the
             Court
             ,
             to
             none
             was
             such
             great
             report
             ,
          
           
             As
             unto
             me
             ,
             though
             now
             in
             s●orn
             ,
          
           
             I
             be
             disdained
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             the
             King
             died
             ,
          
           
             My
             grief
             was
             tried
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             Court
             I
             was
             expelled
             ,
          
           
             with
             despight
             :
          
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Glocester
             being
             Lord
             Protector
             ,
          
           
             Took
             away
             my
             Goods
             ,
             against
          
           
             all
             Law
             and
             right
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             a
             Procession
             ,
          
           
           
             For
             my
             transgression
             ,
          
           
             Bare-footed
             he
             made
             me
             go
             :
          
           
             for
             to
             shame
             me
             ,
          
           
             A
             Cross
             before
             me
             there
             was
             carried
             plainly
             ,
          
           
             As
             a
             pennance
             to
             my
             former
             life
             ,
          
           
             for
             to
             tame
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             through
             London
             ,
          
           
             Being
             thus
             undone
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lord
             Protector
             published
          
           
             a
             Proclamation
             :
          
           
             On
             pain
             of
             death
             ,
             I
             should
             not
             be
             harbour'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             further
             more
             encreas'd
             my
             sorrow
             ,
          
           
             and
             vexation
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             that
             had
             plenty
             ,
          
           
             and
             Dishes
             dainty
             ,
          
           
             Most
             sumptuously
             brought
             to
             my
             Board
             ,
          
           
             at
             my
             pleasure
             :
          
           
             Being
             full
             poor
             ,
             from
             door
             to
             door
             ,
          
           
             I
             beg
             my
             Bread
             with
             Clack
             and
             Dish
             ;
          
           
             at
             my
             leisure
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             rich
             attire
             ,
          
           
             By
             fortunes
             ice
             ,
          
           
             To
             rotten
             Rags
             and
             nakedness
             ,
          
           
             they
             are
             beaten
             :
          
           
             My
             Body
             soft
             ,
             which
             the
             King
             embrac'd
             oft
             ,
          
           
           
             With
             Uermine
             vile
             annoy'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             eat
             on
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             Stalls
             and
             Stones
             ,
          
           
             Did
             lye
             my
             Bones
             ,
          
           
             That
             wonted
             was
             in
             Bed
             of
             Down
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             plac't
             :
          
           
             And
             you
             see
             ,
             my
             finest
             Pillows
             be
             ,
          
           
             Of
             stinking
             Straw
             ,
             with
             Dirt
             and
             Dung
          
           
             thus
             disgrac'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wherefore
             fair
             Ladies
             ,
          
           
             With
             your
             sweet
             Babies
             ,
          
           
             My
             grievous
             fa●l
             bear
             in
             your
             mind
             ,
          
           
             and
             behold
             me
             :
          
           
             Vow
             strange
             a
             thing
             ,
             that
             the
             Love
             of
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             Should
             come
             to
             dye
             under
             a
             Stall
             ,
          
           
             as
             I
             told
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           3.
           
           A
           new
           Sonnet
           of
           Edgar
           King
           of
           England
           ,
           how
           he
           was
           deceived
           of
           a
           Lady
           which
           he
           loved
           ,
           by
           a
           Knight
           of
           his
           own
           Court.
           
        
         
           To
           be
           sung
           in
           the
           old
           way
           ,
           or
           else
           to
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           Lebandalashot
           .
        
         
           When
           as
           King
           Edgar
           did
           govern
           this
           Land
        
         
           a
           down
           ,
           a
           down
           ,
           down
           ,
           down
           ,
           down
        
         
         
           And
           in
           the
           strength
           of
           his
           years
           did
           ●tand
           ,
        
         
           call
           him
           down
           〈◊〉
        
         
           Such
           praise
           was
           spre●d
           of
           ●al●ant
           Dame
           ,
        
         
           Which
           did
           through
           England
           〈◊〉
           great
           fame
           ;
        
         
           And
           she
           a
           Lady
           of
           high
           degree
           ,
        
         
           The
           Earl
           of
           Devonshire's
           Daughter
           was
           she
           .
        
         
           The
           King
           which
           lately
           had
           〈…〉
        
         
           And
           not
           long
           time
           ●
           Widowed
           had
           been
           ;
        
         
           ●earing
           this
           praise
           of
           a
           gallant
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           her
           Beauty
           his
           Love
           he
           laid
           :
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           sight
           he
           would
           often
           ●ay
           ,
        
         
           I
           will
           send
           for
           that
           Lady
           say
           :
        
         
           Yea
           ,
           I
           will
           send
           for
           thi●
           Lady
           bright
           ,
        
         
           Which
           is
           my
           treasure
           and
           delight
           :
        
         
           Whose
           Beauty
           ,
           like
           to
           Phoebus
           B●a●s
           ,
        
         
           Doth
           glister
           through
           all
           Christian
           Realms
           ;
        
         
           Then
           to
           himself
           ●he
           would
           reply
           ,
        
         
           Saying
           ,
           how
           fond●
           Prince
           am
           I
           ,
        
         
           To
           cast
           my
           love
           ,
           〈◊〉
           base
           and
           low
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Girl
           I
           do
           not
           know
           ?
        
         
           King
           Edgar
           will
           his
           fancy
           frame
           ,
        
         
           To
           love
           some
           P●erle●s
           Princely
           Dame
           ▪
        
         
           The
           Daughter
           of
           a
           Royal
           King
           ,
        
         
           That
           may
           a
           dainty
           Dolory
           bring
           ,
        
         
           ●
           Whose
           matchless
           Beauty
           brought
           in
           place
           ,
        
         
           May
           Estrilds
           Colour
           ●lean
           disgrace
        
         
           But
           senseless
           〈◊〉
           what
           do
           I
           mean
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           a
           broken
           need
           to
           lean
           ●
        
         
         
           Or
           what
           〈…〉
        
         
           Thus
           to
           abuse
           my
           dearest
           Love
        
         
           Whose
           ●i●ge
           grac'd
           with
           he●●enly
           hue
           ,
        
         
           Doth
           Hellens
           honour
           quite
           su●due
           :
        
         
           The
           glory
           of
           her
           beautious
           pride
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Estrilds
           favour
           ●oth
           〈◊〉
           ;
        
         
           Then
           pardon
           my
           unseemly
           speech
           ,
        
         
           Dear
           Love
           and
           Lady
           ,
           I
           beseech
           :
        
         
           For
           I
           my
           thoughts
           will
           〈…〉
        
         
           To
           spread
           the
           honour
           of
           thy
           Dame
           :
        
         
           Then
           unto
           him
           he
           call'd
           a
           ●●ight
           ,
        
         
           Which
           was
           most
           trusty
           in
           his
           ●●ht
           ;
        
         
           And
           unto
           him
           thus
           he
           did
           say
           ,
        
         
           To
           Earl
           Orgator
           ,
           ●o
           thy
           way
           :
        
         
           Where
           ask
           for
           Estrilds
           c●mely
           Dame
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           beauty
           went
           so
           far
           by
           fame
           :
        
         
           And
           if
           you
           find
           her
           comely
           Grace
           ,
        
         
           As
           fame
           did
           spread
           in
           every
           place
           :
        
         
           Then
           tell
           her
           Father
           ,
           she
           shall
           be
        
         
           My
           Crowned
           Queen
           ,
           if
           she
           agree
           .
        
         
           The
           Knight
           in
           ●●ssage
           〈◊〉
        
         
           And
           into
           
           Devonshire
           ●ent
           with
           speed
           :
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           saw
           the
           Lady
           bright
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           so
           ravis●t
           at
           her
           ●●ght
           ;
        
         
           That
           nothing
           ●o●do
           his
           passion
           move
           ,
        
         
           Except
           he
           might
           obtain
           her
           Love
           :
        
         
           For
           day
           and
           night
           while
           there
           he
           ●laid
           ,
        
         
           He
           courted
           〈…〉
        
         
         
           And
           in
           his
           Suit
           he
           〈◊〉
           such
           skill
           ,
        
         
           That
           at
           the
           length
           he
           gain'd
           her
           Go●●
           〈◊〉
           :
        
         
           Forgetting
           quite
           the
           Duty
           though
           ,
        
         
           Which
           he
           unto
           the
           King
           did
           owe.
        
         
           Then
           coming
           home
           unto
           his
           Grace
           ,
        
         
           ●●
           told
           him
           with
           ●●sembling
           face
           ;
        
         
           That
           those
           Reports
           were
           to
           blame
           ,
        
         
           That
           so
           advanc'd
           the
           Maidens
           Name
           ▪
        
         
           For
           I
           assure
           your
           Grace
           ,
           s●●d
           he
           ,
        
         
           She
           is
           as
           other
           Women
           ●e
           :
        
         
           Her
           Beauty
           of
           such
           great
           Report
           ,
        
         
           ●o
           better
           then
           the
           Common
           sort
           ;
        
         
           And
           far
           〈◊〉
           in
           every
           thing
           ,
        
         
           To
           meet
           with
           such
           a
           Noble
           King
           :
        
         
           But
           though
           her
           face
           be
           nothing
           fair
           ,
        
         
           〈◊〉
           she
           is
           her
           ●ather●●●eir
           ;
        
         
           Perhaps
           some
           Lord
           of
           high
           degree
           ,
        
         
           Would
           ve●y
           ●ain
           her
           〈…〉
           :
        
         
           Then
           if
           your
           Grace
           would
           give
           consent
           ,
        
         
           I
           would
           my self
           be
           well
           content
           :
        
         
           The
           D●msel
           for
           my
           ●●fe
           to
           take
           ,
        
         
           For
           her
           great
           Lands
           and
           Livings
           sake
           ;
        
         
           The
           King
           (
           whom
           thus
           he
           did
           dec●ive
           )
        
         
           Incontinent
           did
           give
           him
           leave
           ;
        
         
           For
           on
           that
           point
           he
           did
           not
           〈◊〉
        
         
           For
           why
           ,
           he
           had
           no
           ne●●
           of
           Land●
        
         
           Then
           being
           glad
           ,
           he
           went
           〈◊〉
           ,
        
         
           And
           wedded
           straight
           this
           Lady
           gay
        
         
         
           The
           fairest
           Creature
           〈◊〉
           life
        
         
           Had
           this
           false
           K●ight
           unto
           his
           wife
        
         
           And
           by
           that
           match
           of
           〈◊〉
           degree
           ,
        
         
           An
           Earl
           soon
           after
           that
           wa●
           he
           .
        
         
           E're
           he
           long
           time
           ▪
           had
           Married
           hee●
           ,
        
         
           That
           many
           had
           her
           Beauty
           seen
           ;
        
         
           Her
           praise
           was
           spread
           both
           far
           and
           near
           ▪
        
         
           The
           King
           〈◊〉
           thereof
           did
           ●ear
           ▪
        
         
           UUho
           then
           in
           hear●
           did
           plainly
           prov●
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           betrayed
           of
           his
           Love
           ;
        
         
           Though
           therefore
           he
           was
           ●e●ed
           sore
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           seem'd
           he
           not
           ●o
           grieve
           therefore
           ;
        
         
           But
           kept
           his
           count●●●nce
           〈◊〉
           and
           kind
        
         
           As
           though
           he
           ●are
           ●o
           g●udge
           in
           mind
           .
        
         
           But
           on
           a
           day
           it
           ●ame
           to
           pass
           ,
        
         
           UUhen
           as
           the
           King
           full
           merry
           was
           ;
        
         
           To
           Ethlewood
           in
           s●ort
           ●e
           sa●d
           ,
        
         
           I
           muse
           what
           c●ear
           th●re
           should
           be
           made
           ;
        
         
           If
           to
           thy
           house
           I
           should
           ●●sort
           ,
        
         
           A
           nig●t
           or
           two
           for
           P●incel●
           sport
           :
        
         
           Hereat
           the
           Earl
           shew'd
           countenance
           glad
           ,
        
         
           Though
           in
           his
           heart
           he
           was
           full
           sad
           ;
        
         
           Sa●ing
           ,
           your
           G●ace
           shall
           welcome
           be
           ,
        
         
           If
           so
           your
           Grace
           will
           honour
           me
           .
        
         
           UUhen
           as
           the
           〈◊〉
           appointed
           was
           ,
        
         
           Before
           the
           King
           did
           thithe●
           pas●
           ,
        
         
           The
           Earl
           before
           hand
           did
           prepare
           ,
        
         
           The
           Kings
           coming
           ●●
           declare
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           with
           a
           countena●c●
           〈…〉
        
         
           ●e
           call'd
           his
           Lady
           unto
           ●im
           ▪
        
         
           Saying
           with
           sad
           and
           〈◊〉
           hear
           ,
        
         
           I
           pray
           you
           when
           the
           ●ing
           comes
           here
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Lady
           as
           you
           〈◊〉
           me
           ▪
        
         
           Let
           your
           attire
           but
           homely
           he
           :
        
         
           Nor
           wash
           not
           thou
           thy
           Angels
           face
           ▪
        
         
           But
           so
           ●hy
           Beauty
           〈◊〉
           disgrace
           ;
        
         
           Thereto
           thy
           g●esture
           so
           e●e
        
         
           It
           may
           seem
           loathso●e
           to
           the
           〈◊〉
           ;
        
         
           For
           if
           the
           King
           should
           there
           behold
           ,
        
         
           Thy
           glorious
           Beauty
           so
           ertol'd
           ;
        
         
           Then
           shall
           my
           life
           s●on
           ●hortned
           be
           ,
        
         
           For
           my
           deserts
           and
           treachery
           .
        
         
           UUhen
           to
           thy
           Father
           first
           ●
           came
           ,
        
         
           Though
           I
           did
           not
           declare
           the
           ●ame
           ▪
        
         
           Yet
           was
           I
           put
           in
           trust
           to
           bring
           ,
        
         
           The
           joyful
           tydings
           to
           the
           King
           :
        
         
           Who
           for
           thy
           glorious
           beauty
           seen
           ,
        
         
           Did
           think
           of
           thee
           to
           make
           ●is
           〈◊〉
        
         
           But
           when
           I
           had
           thy
           person
           found
           ;
        
         
           Thy
           beauty
           gave
           me
           such
           a
           wound
           ▪
        
         
           No
           rest
           nor
           comfort
           could
           I
           take
           ▪
        
         
           Till
           you
           ,
           sweet
           Love
           ,
           my
           gri●f
           did
           ●●ke
           :
        
         
           And
           that
           though
           Duty
           charged
           me
           ▪
        
         
           Most
           faithful
           to
           my
           Lord
           to
           be
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           Love
           ,
           upon
           the
           other
           side
           ,
        
         
           Bid
           for
           my self
           I
           should
           provide
           :
        
         
         
           Then
           for
           my
           suit
           and
           〈◊〉
           ●hown
           ,
        
         
           At
           length
           I
           won
           you
           for
           my
           ●wn
           ;
        
         
           And
           for
           my
           Love
           in
           We●lock
           spent
           ,
        
         
           Your
           choice
           you
           need
           no
           whit
           repent
           :
        
         
           Then
           since
           my
           grief
           I
           ●●ve
           exprest
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Lady
           grant
           me
           my
           r●quest
           :
        
         
           Good
           words
           she
           gave
           ,
           with
           smiling
           chear
           ,
        
         
           Musing
           of
           that
           which
           she
           did
           he●●
           ;
        
         
           And
           casting
           many
           things
           in
           mind
           ,
        
         
           Great
           fault
           therewith
           she
           s●e●d
           to
           find
           ;
        
         
           But
           in
           her self
           she
           thought
           it
           ●●ame
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           that
           foul
           ,
           which
           God
           did
           fr●me
           :
        
         
           Most
           costly
           Robes
           full
           rich
           therefore
           ,
        
         
           In
           bravest
           sort
           that
           day
           she
           wore
           ;
        
         
           Doing
           all
           that
           e're
           she
           might
           ,
        
         
           To
           set
           her
           beauty
           forth
           to
           sight
           :
        
         
           And
           her
           best
           skill
           in
           every
           thing
           ,
        
         
           She
           shew'd
           to
           entertain
           the
           King.
        
         
           Wherefore
           the
           King
           so
           snared
           was
           ,
        
         
           That
           reason
           quite
           from
           him
           did
           pass
           :
        
         
           His
           heart
           by
           her
           was
           set
           on
           ●●re
           ,
        
         
           He
           had
           to
           her
           a
           great
           desire
           :
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           looks
           he
           gave
           her
           then
           ,
        
         
           For
           every
           look
           she
           shewed
           him
           ten
           .
        
         
           UUherefore
           the
           King
           perceived
           plain
           ,
        
         
           His
           Love
           and
           looks
           were
           not
           in
           vain
           ;
        
         
           Upon
           a
           time
           it
           chanced
           so
           ,
        
         
           The
           King
           he
           would
           a
           ●unting
           go
           :
        
         
         
           And
           as
           they
           through
           ●
           wood
           did
           ri●e
           ,
        
         
           The
           Earl
           on
           H●r●e●back
           〈◊〉
           hi●●●de
           :
        
         
           For
           so
           the
           story
           tellet●●lai●
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           a
           shaft
           the
           Earl
           was
           〈◊〉
        
         
           So
           that
           when
           he
           had
           lost
           his
           life
           ,
        
         
           He
           took
           the
           Lady
           unto
           wise
           ;
        
         
           UUho
           Married
           her
           ,
           all
           harm
           to
           shun
           ,
        
         
           By
           whom
           he
           did
           bege●
           a
           ●●on
           :
        
         
           Thus
           he
           that
           did
           the
           King
           deceive
           ,
        
         
           Did
           by
           de●ert
           his
           death
           receive
           :
        
         
           Then
           to
           conclude
           and
           make
           an
           ●nd
           ,
        
         
           Be
           true
           and
           faithful
           to
           thy
           friend
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           4.
           
           How
           Coventry
           was
           made
           free
           by
           Godina
           ,
           Countess
           of
           Chester
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           Prince
           Arthur
           
             died
             at
          
           Ludlow
           .
        
         
           LEofricus
           that
           Noble
           Earl
           ,
        
         
           of
           Chester
           as
           I
           read
           ,
        
         
           Did
           for
           the
           City
           of
           Coventry
           ,
        
         
           many
           a
           Noble
           deed
           :
        
         
           Great
           Privilidges
           for
           the
           town
           ,
        
         
           this
           Noble
           man
           did
           get
           ;
        
         
           And
           of
           all
           things
           did
           make
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           That
           they
           Tole-free
           did
           ●●t
           :
        
         
           Save
           only
           that
           for
           Horses
           still
           ,
        
         
         
           and
           did
           som●
           Custom
           pay
           ▪
        
         
           UUhich
           was
           g●eat
           〈◊〉
           unto
           the
           town
           ▪
        
         
           full
           long
           and
           many
           a
           〈◊〉
        
         
           UUherefore
           ●is
           wife
           〈…〉
        
         
           did
           of
           the
           Earl
           reque●●
           ;
        
         
           That
           therefore
           he
           would
           make
           it
           fre●
           ,
        
         
           as
           well
           as
           all
           the
           rest
           ▪
        
         
           So
           when
           she
           long
           :
           had
           sued
           ,
        
         
           her
           purpose
           to
           obtain
           ;
        
         
           Her
           Noble
           Lord
           at
           length
           she
           look
           ,
        
         
           within
           a
           pleasant
           vein
           :
        
         
           And
           unto
           him
           with
           smiling
           chear
           ,
        
         
           s●e
           did
           forthwith
           proc●●d
           ;
        
         
           Entreating
           greatly
           that
           he
           would
           ,
        
         
           perform
           that
           Godly
           deed
           .
        
         
           You
           move
           me
           much
           ,
           my
           fair
           ,
           (
           quoth
           he
           )
        
         
           your
           suit
           I
           fain
           would
           shun
           ▪
        
         
           But
           what
           will
           you
           perform
           and
           do
           ,
        
         
           to
           have
           this
           matter
           done
           ?
        
         
           UUhy
           ,
           any
           thing
           my
           Lord
           (
           quoth
           s●e
           )
        
         
           you
           will
           with
           reason
           cr●ve
           ;
        
         
           I
           will
           perform
           it
           with
           good
           will
           ,
        
         
           if
           I
           my
           wish
           might
           have
           :
        
         
           If
           thou
           wilt
           grant
           the
           thing
           ,
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           what
           I
           shall
           now
           require
           ;
        
         
           As
           soon
           as
           it
           is
           finished
           ,
        
         
           thou
           shalt
           have
           thy
           desire
           :
        
         
           Command
           what
           you
           think
           good
           ,
           my
           Lord
           ,
        
         
         
           I
           will
           thereto
           agree
           ;
        
         
           On
           this
           Condition
           ,
           that
           the
           town
        
         
           for
           ever
           may
           be
           free
           :
        
         
           If
           thou
           thy
           Cloaths
           strip
           off
           ,
        
         
           and
           here
           lay
           them
           down
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           Noon-day
           on
           Horse-back
           ride
           ,
        
         
           stark
           naked
           through
           the
           the
           town
           :
        
         
           They
           shall
           be
           free
           for
           evermore
           ▪
        
         
           if
           thou
           wilt
           not
           do
           so
           ;
        
         
           ●o●e
           Liberty
           th●n
           ,
           now
           the●●a●e
           ,
        
         
           ●
           never
           will
           ●estow
           .
        
         
           The
           Lady
           at
           this
           strange
           demand
           ,
        
         
           was
           much
           abasht
           in
           mind
           ;
        
         
           And
           yet
           for
           to
           fulfil
           this
           thing
           ▪
        
         
           she
           never
           a
           whit
           repin'd
           :
        
         
           UUherefo●e
           to
           all
           ●fficers
        
         
           of
           the
           town
           she
           sent
           ;
        
         
           That
           they
           perceiving
           her
           good
           will
           ;
        
         
           which
           for
           the
           weal
           was
           ●ent
           ;
        
         
           That
           on
           the
           day
           that
           she
           should
           ride
           ,
        
         
           all
           persons
           through
           the
           town
           ▪
        
         
           Should
           keep
           their
           Houses
           ,
           shut
           their
           Doors
           ,
        
         
           and
           clap
           their
           windows
           do●●●
           :
        
         
           So
           that
           no
           Creature
           young
           or
           old
           ,
        
         
           should
           in
           the
           Streets
           be
           seen
           ;
        
         
           Till
           she
           had
           ridden
           all
           about
           ,
        
         
           throughout
           the
           City
           clean
           :
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           day
           of
           Riding
           ●ame
           ,
        
         
         
           no
           person
           did
           her
           see
           ,
        
         
           Saving
           her
           Lord
           ,
           after
           which
           time
           ,
        
         
           the
           town
           was
           ever
           set
           free
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           5.
           
           How
           the
           Dukes
           Daughter
           of
           Cor●●al
           being
           Married
           unto
           King
           Locrin
           ,
           was
           by
           him
           put
           away
           ;
           and
           a
           strange
           Lady
           ,
           whom
           he
           better
           Loved
           ,
           he
           Married
           and
           made
           her
           his
           Queen
           ;
           and
           how
           his
           Wife
           was
           avenged
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             In
             Creete
          
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             Humber
             in
             his
             wrathful
             rage
             ,
          
           
             King
             Albanack
             in
             field
             had
             slain
             ,
          
           
             Those
             bloody
             br●●●s
             for
             to
             aswage
             ▪
          
           
             King
             Locrin
             then
             apply'd
             his
             pain
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             Host
             of
             Brittans
             s●out
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             he
             found
             King
             Humber
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             vantage
             great
             he
             met
             him
             then
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             his
             Host
             beset
             him
             so
             ;
          
           
             That
             he
             destroy'd
             his
             warlike
             men
             ,
          
           
             and
             Humbers
             power
             did
             overthrow
             :
          
           
             And
             Humber
             which
             for
             fear
             did
             ●ye
             ,
          
           
             Leapt
             into
             a
             River
             desperately
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             And
             being
             Drown'd
             in
             the
             Deep
             ,
          
           
             he
             left
             a
             Lady
             there
             alive
             ,
          
           
             UUhich
             sadly
             did
             lamen●
             and
             w●p
             ,
          
           
             for
             fear
             they
             should
             ●er
             li●e
             depr●●e
             ,
          
           
             But
             by
             her
             face
             that
             was
             so
             fai●
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             was
             caught
             in
             Cupids
             snare
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ye
             took
             this
             Lady
             to
             his
             Love
             ,
          
           
             who
             secretly
             did
             keep
             her
             st●●●
             ;
          
           
             So
             that
             the
             Queen
             did
             quickly
             prove
             ,
          
           
             the
             King
             did
             bear
             〈◊〉
             small
             good
             wi●●
             :
          
           
             UUhich
             though
             by
             we●lock
             late
             b●●un
             ,
          
           
             He
             had
             by
             her
             a
             gallant
             Son.
             
          
        
         
           
             Queen
             Guendoline
             was
             griev'd
             in
             mind
             ,
          
           
             to
             see
             the
             ●ing
             was
             altered
             so
             ;
          
           
             At
             length
             the
             cause
             she
             than●'d
             to
             find
             ,
          
           
             which
             brought
             her
             to
             most
             bitter
             woe
             :
          
           
             For
             Estrild
             was
             his
             joy
             (
             God-wo●
             )
          
           
             By
             whom
             a
             Daughter
             he
             beg●t
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Cornwal
             being
             dead
             ,
          
           
             the
             Father
             of
             that
             gallant
             Queen
             ;
          
           
             The
             King
             with
             Lust
             being
             overlaid
             ,
          
           
             his
             lawful
             wife
             he
             cast
             off
             clean
             :
          
           
             UUho
             with
             her
             dear
             and
             tender
             ●on
             ,
          
           
             For
             succour
             did
             in
             Cornwal
             run
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Then
             Locrin
             Crowned
             Estrild
             bright
             ,
          
           
             and
             made
             of
             her
             his
             lawful
             wife
             ;
          
           
             UUith
             her
             which
             was
             his
             hearts
             delight
             ,
          
           
             he
             thought
             to
             lead
             his
             life
             :
          
           
             Thus
             Guendo●me
             ,
             as
             one
             forlorn
             ,
          
           
             Did
             hold
             her
             wretched
             life
             in
             scorn
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             when
             the
             Cornish
             men
             did
             know
             ,
          
           
             the
             great
             abuse
             she
             did
             endure
             ,
          
           
             UUith
             her
             a
             number
             great
             did
             go
             ,
          
           
             which
             she
             by
             Prayers
             did
             procure
             :
          
           
             In
             Battel
             then
             they
             Marcht
             along
             ,
          
           
             For
             to
             redress
             this
             grievous
             wrong
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             near
             a
             Rider
             ▪
             called
             Store
             ,
          
           
             the
             King
             with
             all
             his
             Host
             she
             met
             ,
          
           
             UUhere
             both
             the
             Armies
             fought
             full
             sore
             ,
          
           
             but
             yet
             the
             Queen
             the
             Field
             did
             get
             :
          
           
             Yet
             ●'re
             they
             did
             the
             Conquest
             gain
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             was
             with
             an
             Arrow
             slain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             Guendoline
             did
             take
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             until
             her
             Son
             was
             come
             to
             age
             ,
          
           
             The
             Government
             of
             all
             the
             Land
             ,
          
           
             but
             first
             her
             fury
             to
             asswage
             :
          
           
             She
             did
             command
             her
             Souldirs
             wild
             ,
          
           
             To
             drown
             both
             Estrild
             and
             her
             Child
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Inconti●e●tith●●
             〈◊〉
             they
             did
             brin●
             ,
          
           
             fair
             Estrild
             〈◊〉
             River
             si●e
             ;
          
           
             And
             ●abri●●
             Daughter
             to
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             whom
             Guendoline
             could
             not
             abide
             :
          
           
             Who
             being
             bound
             〈…〉
             fast
             ▪
          
           
             Into
             the
             River
             there
             was
             cast
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             ever
             since
             that
             running
             stream
             ,
          
           
             wherein
             the
             Ladies
             drowned
             were
             ,
          
           
             I●
             called
             
             Save●●
             ●hrough
             the
             Realm
             ;
          
           
             because
             that
             ●abrine
             die●
             there
             ▪
          
           
             Thus
             they
             that
             did
             :
             to
             〈…〉
             ;
          
           
             Were
             brought
             〈◊〉
             a
             woful
             end
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           6.
           
           A
           Song
           of
           Queen
           Isabel
           ,
           Wife
           to
           King
           Edward
           the
           Second
           ;
           how
           by
           the
           Spencers
           she
           was
           constrained
           secretly
           to
           go
           out
           of
           England
           with
           her
           eldest
           Son
           ,
           Prince
           Edward
           ,
           to
           seek
           for
           succour
           in
           France
           ,
           and
           what
           happened
           ●nto
           her
           in
           her
           Journey
           .
        
         
           
             PRoud
             were
             the
             Spencers
             ,
             and
             of
             condition
             ill
             ,
          
           
             All
             England
             and
             the
             King
             ●likewise
             ;
          
           
             they
             ruled
             at
             their
             will
             :
          
           
             And
             many
             Lords
             and
             Nobles
             of
             the
             Land
             ,
          
           
           
             Through
             their
             occasions
             lost
             〈◊〉
             lives
             ,
          
           
             and
             none
             did
             them
             withstand
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             last
             they
             did
             encrease
             truth
             grief
             ,
          
           
             Between
             the
             King
             and
             Israel
             ,
          
           
             his
             Queen
             and
             fall
             〈◊〉
             wise
             :
          
           
             Do
             that
             her
             life
             she
             dreaded
             wandrous
             sor●
          
           
             And
             cast
             within
             her
             secret
             thoughts
             ,
          
           
             some
             present
             help
             therefore
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             she
             requests
             with
             counts
             nance
             grave
             and
             (
             sage
             )
          
           
             That
             she
             to
             
               Thomas
               Beckets
            
             Youth
             ,
          
           
             might
             go
             on
             Pilgrimage
             :
          
           
             Then
             being
             joyful
             to
             have
             that
             happy
             charice
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Son
             and
             she
             took
             Ship
             with
             speed
             ,
          
           
             and
             sailed
             into
             France
             :
          
           
             And
             Royally
             she
             was
             receiued
             then
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             King
             and
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             of
             ●aers
             and
             Mohlemen
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             him
             at
             last
             she
             did
             express
             ,
          
           
             The
             cause
             of
             her
             Areiv●●
             there
             ,
          
           
             her
             cause
             and
             heaviness
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             as
             her
             Brother
             her
             grief
             did
             understand
             ,
          
           
             He
             gave
             her
             leave
             to
             gather
             men
             ,
          
           
             throughout
             his
             famous
             Land
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             a
             promise
             to
             〈◊〉
             her
             eber●u●re
             ,
          
           
             As
             oft
             as
             she
             should
             standin
             need
          
           
             of
             Gold
             and
             Silver
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
           
             But
             when
             indeed
             she
             did
             require
             its
             same
             ,
          
           
             He
             was
             as
             far
             〈◊〉
             it
             ,
          
           
             as
             when
             she
             thither
             came
             ;
          
           
             And
             did
             proclaim
             ,
             whilst
             matters
             were
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             none
             on
             pain
             of
             death
             should
             go
             ,
          
           
             to
             〈◊〉
             the
             English
             〈◊〉
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             alteration
             did
             greatly
             grieve
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             That
             down
             along
             her
             lonely
             face
             ,
          
           
             the
             bitter
             〈◊〉
             were
             s●en
             !
          
           
             When
             she
             perceiv'd
             her
             friends
             for
             look
             her
             so
             ,
          
           
             She
             knew
             not
             for
             her
             safety
             ,
          
           
             which
             way
             to
             turn
             or
             go
             :
          
           
             But
             through
             good
             〈◊〉
             at
             last
             she
             then
             decreed
             ,
          
           
             To
             seek
             in
             fruitful
             Germany
             ,
          
           
             some
             succour
             to
             this
             n●ed
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             Sir
             
               John
               Henault
            
             the
             〈◊〉
             she
             ,
          
           
             Who
             entertain'd
             this
             weful
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             with
             great
             sol●mnity
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             with
             great
             sorrow
             to
             him
             she
             then
             complain'd
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             her
             〈◊〉
             and
             Injuries
             ,
          
           
             which
             she
             of
             last
             〈◊〉
             :
          
           
             So
             that
             with
             weeping
             〈…〉
          
           
             The
             sum
             whereof
             did
             greatly
             grieve
          
           
             that
             Noble
             Courteous
             Knight
             :
          
           
             Who
             made
             an
             oath
             he
             would
             her
             Champion
             ●e
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             〈◊〉
             spend
             his
             Blood
             ,
          
           
           
             from
             wrong
             to
             set
             her
             free
          
           
             And
             all
             my
             friends
             with
             〈…〉
          
           
             Shall
             help
             for
             to
             advance
             your
             state
             ,
          
           
             whose
             truth
             no
             time
             shall
             〈◊〉
          
        
         
           
             And
             in
             his
             promise
             most
             faithful
             he
             was
             found
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Lords
             of
             great
             account
             ,
          
           
             was
             in
             his
             Voyage
             bound
          
           
             So
             setting
             forward
             with
             a
             ●●odly
             train
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             ,
             through
             Gods
             special
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             into
             England
             they
             came
             .
          
           
             At
             Harwich
             then
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             ashore
             ,
          
           
             Of
             English
             Lords
             and
             Barrons
             bold
             ,
          
           
             there
             came
             to
             her
             great
             state
          
           
             Which
             did
             reioyce
             the
             Queens
             afflicted
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             That
             English
             Lords
             in
             such
             sort
             ,
          
           
             came
             for
             to
             take
             her
             part
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             as
             King
             Edward
             hereof
             did
             understand
             ,
          
           
             How
             that
             the
             Queen
             with
             such
             a
             power
             ,
          
           
             was
             entred
             on
             his
             Land
             :
          
           
             And
             how
             his
             Nobles
             were
             gone
             to
             take
             her
             part
          
           
             He
             fled
             from
             London
             presently
             ;
          
           
             even
             with
             a
             heauy
             heart
             ▪
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Spencers
             unto
             Bristol
             go
             ,
          
           
             To
             fortisle
             that
             gallant
             town
             ,
          
           
             great
             cost
             he
             did
             bestow
             :
          
           
             Leaving
             behind
             to
             govern
             London
             town
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             stout
             Bishop
             of
             Exeter
             ,
          
           
             whose
             pride
             was
             soon
             pull'd
             down
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Mayor
             of
             London
             ,
             with
             Citizens
             great
             store
          
           
             The
             Bishop
             and
             the
             Spencers
             both
             ,
          
           
             in
             heart
             they
             did
             a●●or
             ;
          
           
             Therefore
             they
             took
             him
             without
             fear
             or
             dread
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             Standard
             in
             Cheapside
             ,
          
           
             they
             sino●e
             off
             his
             head
             :
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Queen
             then
             this
             Message
             they
             sent
             ,
          
           
             The
             City
             of
             London
             was
          
           
             at
             her
             Commandment
             ;
          
           
             ●herefore
             the
             Queen
             with
             all
             her
             company
             ,
          
           
             Did
             straight
             to
             Bristol
             march
             amain
             ;
          
           
             whereas
             the
             King
             did
             lie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             she
             Be●●teg'd
             the
             City
             round
             about
             ,
          
           
             Threatning
             sharp
             and
             cruel
             Death
             ,
          
           
             to
             those
             that
             were
             so
             stout
             ;
          
           
             Wherefore
             the
             Townsmen
             ,
             their
             Children
             ,
             and
             their
             wives
             ;
          
           
             Did
             yield
             the
             City
             to
             the
             Queen
             .
          
           
             for
             safeguard
             of
             their
             lives
             :
          
           
             Where
             was
             took
             ,
             the
             story
             plain
             doth
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Sir
             
               Hugh
               Spencer
            
             ,
             and
             with
             him
             ,
          
           
             the
             Carl
             Arundel
             :
          
           
             This
             judgement
             just
             the
             Nobles
             did
             set
             down
             ,
          
           
             They
             should
             be
             drawn
             and
             hanged
             both
             ,
          
           
             in
             sight
             of
             Bristol
             Town
             ;
          
           
           
             Then
             was
             King
             Edward
             in
             the
             Castle
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Hugh
               Spencer
            
             still
             with
             him
             ,
          
           
             in
             dread
             and
             deadly
             fear
             ;
          
           
             And
             being
             prepar'd
             from
             thence
             to
             sail
             away
             ▪
          
           
             The
             winds
             were
             found
             contrary
             ,
          
           
             they
             were
             enforc'd
             to
             stay
             :
          
           
             But
             at
             last
             Sir
             
               John
               Beamount
            
             Knight
             ,
          
           
             Did
             bring
             his
             Sailing
             Ship
             to
             shore
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             did
             stay
             their
             Flight
             :
          
           
             And
             so
             these
             men
             were
             taken
             speedsly
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             as
             Prisoners
             to
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             in
             Bristoll●e
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Queen
             by
             counsel
             of
             the
             Lords
             and
             Barons
             bold
             ,
          
           
             To
             Barkely
             sent
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             there
             to
             be
             kept
             in
             hold
             :
          
           
             And
             young
             
               Hugh
               Spencer
            
             that
             did
             much
             ill
             procure
             ,
          
           
             Was
             to
             the
             Marshal
             of
             the
             Post
             ,
          
           
             sent
             unto
             keeping
             sure
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Queen
             to
             Hereford
             took
             her
             way
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             her
             warlike
             Company
             ,
          
           
             which
             late
             in
             Bristol
             lay
             :
          
           
             And
             here
             behold
             how
             Spencer
             was
          
           
             From
             town
             to
             town
             ,
             euen
             as
             the
             Queen
          
           
             to
             Hereford
             did
             pass
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             a
             Iade
             which
             they
             by
             chance
             had
             found
             ,
          
           
             Young
             Spencer
             mounted
             was
             ,
          
           
           
             with
             legs
             and
             hands
             fast
             bound
             :
          
           
             I
             writing
             paper
             along
             as
             he
             did
             go
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             his
             head
             he
             had
             to
             wear
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             his
             treason
             show
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             decide
             this
             Traytor
             lewd
             and
             ill
             ,
          
           
             Certain
             men
             with
             Reeden
             pipes
             ,
          
           
             did
             blow
             before
             him
             still
             ;
          
           
             Thus
             was
             he
             led
             along
             in
             every
             place
             ,
          
           
             While
             many
             people
             did
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             to
             see
             his
             strange
             disgrace
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             unto
             Hereford
             our
             Noble
             Queen
             was
             come
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             assemble
             all
             the
             Lords
             ,
          
           
             and
             Knights
             both
             all
             and
             some
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             presence
             young
             Spencer
             judgement
             had
          
           
             To
             be
             both
             hang'd
             and
             quartered
             ,
          
           
             his
             treasons
             were
             so
             bad
             :
          
           
             Then
             was
             the
             King
             deposed
             of
             his
             Crown
             ,
          
           
             from
             Rule
             and
             Princely
             Dignity
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lords
             did
             cast
             him
             down
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             life
             his
             Son
             both
             wise
             and
             ●age
             ,
          
           
             Was
             Crown'd
             King
             of
             fair
             England
             ,
          
           
             at
             fifteen
             years
             of
             age
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           7.
           
           A
           Song
           of
           the
           banishment
           of
           the
           two
           Dukes
           ,
           of
           Hereford
           and
           Norfolk
           .
        
         
           TWo
           Noble
           Dukes
           of
           great
           Renown
           ,
        
         
           that
           long
           had
           lived
           in
           Fame
           ;
        
         
           Through
           hateful
           envy
           were
           cast
           down
           ,
        
         
           and
           brought
           to
           sudden
           shame
           :
        
         
           The
           Duke
           of
           Hereford
           was
           the
           one
           ,
        
         
           a
           prudent
           Prince
           and
           wise
           ;
        
         
           'Gainst
           whom
           such
           malice
           there
           was
           s●own
        
         
           which
           soon
           in
           sight
           did
           rise
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Norfolk
             most
             untrue
             ,
          
           
             declared
             unto
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Hereford
             greatly
             grew
             ,
          
           
             in
             hatred
             of
             each
             thing
             :
          
           
             UUhich
             by
             his
             Grace
             was
             acted
             still
             ,
          
           
             against
             both
             high
             and
             low
             ,
          
           
             Now
             he
             had
             a
             traytorous
             will
             ,
          
           
             his
             State
             to
             overthrow
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Hereford
             then
             in
             haste
             ,
          
           
             was
             sent
             for
             to
             the
             King
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Lords
             in
             order
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             examin'd
             of
             each
             thing
             :
          
           
             UUho
             ●
             ing
             guiltless
             of
             this
             crime
             ,
          
           
             which
             was
             against
             him
             laid
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Duke
             of
             Norfolk
             at
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
           
             these
             words
             unto
             him
             said
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             can'st
             thou
             with
             a
             shameless
             face
             ,
          
           
             deny
             a
             truth
             so
             stout
             ;
          
           
             And
             here
             before
             his
             Royal
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             so
             falsly
             face
             it
             out
             ?
          
           
             Did
             not
             these
             wicked
             treasons
             pass
             ,
          
           
             when
             we
             together
             were
             ;
          
           
             How
             that
             the
             King
             unworthy
             was
             ,
          
           
             the
             Royal
             Crown
             to
             hear
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Wherefore
             my
             gracious
             Lord
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
          
           
             and
             you
             his
             Noble
             Peers
             ;
          
           
             To
             whom
             I
             wish
             long
             life
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             with
             many
             happy
             years
             :
          
           
             I
             do
             pronounce
             before
             you
             all
             ,
          
           
             this
             treacherous
             Lord
             that
             's
             here
             ,
          
           
             A
             traytor
             to
             our
             Noble
             King
             ,
          
           
             as
             time
             shall
             shew
             it
             clear
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Hereford
             hearing
             that
             ,
          
           
             in
             mind
             was
             grieved
             much
             ;
          
           
             And
             did
             return
             this
             answer
             flat
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             Duke
             Norfolk
             touch
             :
          
           
             The
             term
             of
             traytor
             ,
             truthless
             Duke
             ,
          
           
             in
             scorn
             and
             great
             disdain
             ;
          
           
             With
             flat
             distance
             to
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             I
             do
             return
             again
             .
          
           
           
             And
             therefore
             if
             it
             please
             your
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             to
             grant
             me
             leave
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
          
           
             To
             Combat
             with
             my
             known
             Foe
             ,
          
           
             that
             here
             accuseth
             me
             :
          
           
             I
             do
             not
             doubt
             but
             plainly
             prove
             ,
          
           
             that
             like
             a
             perjur'd
             Knight
             ,
          
           
             He
             hath
             most
             falsly
             sought
             my
             shame
             ,
          
           
             against
             all
             truth
             and
             right
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             King
             did
             grant
             this
             just
             request
             ,
          
           
             and
             did
             there
             with
             agree
             ;
          
           
             At
             Coventry
             in
             August
             next
             ,
          
           
             this
             Combat
             fought
             should
             be
             :
          
           
             The
             Dukes
             on
             sturby
             Steebs
             full
             stout
             ,
          
           
             in
             Coats
             of
             Steel
             most
             bright
             ;
          
           
             With
             Spears
             in
             Rests
             ,
             did
             enter
             Lists
             ,
          
           
             this
             Combat
             flerce
             to
             fight
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             King
             then
             east
             his
             Warden
             down
             ,
          
           
             commanding
             them
             to
             stay
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Lords
             he
             councel
             took
             ,
          
           
             to
             stint
             that
             mortal
             fray
             :
          
           
             At
             length
             unto
             these
             Noble
             Dukes
             ,
          
           
             the
             King
             of
             ●eraulds
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             them
             with
             losty
             speech
             ,
          
           
             this
             Sentence
             did
             proclaim
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               Henry
               Bullingbrook
            
             ,
             this
             day
             ,
          
           
           
             the
             Duke
             of
             Hereford
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Thomas
               Maubry
               ,
               Norfolk
            
             Duke
             ,
          
           
             so
             valiant
             did
             appear
             :
          
           
             And
             having
             in
             honourable
             sort
             ,
          
           
             repaired
             to
             this
             place
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Noble
             King
             for
             special
             cause
             ,
          
           
             hath
             altered
             thus
             the
             case
             .
          
        
         
           
             First
             Henry
             Duke
             of
             Hereford
             ,
          
           
             e're
             fifteen
             days
             be
             past
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             part
             the
             Realm
             on
             pain
             of
             death
             ,
          
           
             while
             ten
             years
             space
             doth
             last
          
           
             And
             Thomas
             Duke
             of
             Norfolk
             thou
             ,
          
           
             that
             hath
             begun
             this
             strife
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             no
             good
             proof
             can
             bring
             ,
          
           
             I
             say
             for
             term
             of
             life
             .
          
        
         
           
             By
             judgement
             of
             our
             Soveraign
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             which
             now
             in
             place
             doth
             stand
             ,
          
           
             For
             evermore
             I
             vanish
             thee
             ,
          
           
             out
             of
             thy
             Native
             Land
             :
          
           
             Charging
             thee
             on
             pain
             of
             death
             ,
          
           
             when
             fifteen
             days
             are
             past
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             never
             tread
             on
             English
             ground
             ,
          
           
             so
             long
             as
             life
             doth
             last
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             were
             they
             sworn
             before
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             e're
             they
             did
             further
             pass
             ,
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             one
             should
             never
             come
             in
             place
             ,
          
           
             whereas
             the
             other
             was
             ;
          
           
             Then
             both
             the
             Dukes
             with
             heavy
             hearts
             ,
          
           
             was
             parted
             presently
             ;
          
           
             Their
             uncouth
             streams
             of
             froward
             chance
             ,
          
           
             of
             forreign
             Lands
             to
             try
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Norfolk
             coming
             then
             ,
          
           
             where
             he
             should
             Shipping
             take
             ;
          
           
             The
             bitter
             tears
             fell
             down
             his
             cheeks
             ,
          
           
             and
             thus
             his
             moan
             did
             make
             :
          
           
             Now
             let
             me
             sigh
             and
             sob
             my
             fill
             ,
          
           
             e're
             I
             from
             hence
             depart
             ;
          
           
             That
             inward
             pangs
             ,
             with
             speed
             may
             burst
             ,
          
           
             my
             sore
             afflicted
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ah
             cursed
             man
             !
             whose
             loathed
             life
          
           
             is
             held
             so
             much
             in
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Company
             is
             clean
             despis'd
             ,
          
           
             and
             left
             as
             one
             forlorn
             :
          
           
             Now
             take
             thy
             leave
             and
             last
             adieu
             ,
          
           
             of
             this
             thy
             Country
             dear
             ;
          
           
             Which
             never
             more
             thou
             must
             behold
             ,
          
           
             nor
             yet
             approach
             it
             near
             .
          
           
             Now
             happy
             should
             I
             account
             my self
             ,
          
           
             if
             death
             my
             heart
             had
             torn
             ;
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             have
             my
             Bones
             Entombd
             ,
          
           
           
             where
             I
             was
             bred
             and
             born
             :
          
           
             Or
             that
             by
             Neptunes
             wrathful
             rage
             ,
          
           
             I
             might
             be
             prest
             to
             dye
             :
          
           
             Whilst
             that
             sweet
             Englands
             pleasant
             banks
             ,
          
           
             did
             stand
             before
             mine
             eye
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             sweet
             a
             scent
             hath
             English
             ground
             ,
          
           
             within
             my
             senses
             now
             ?
          
           
             How
             fair
             unto
             my
             outward
             sight
             ,
          
           
             seems
             every
             B●anch
             and
             Bough
             :
          
           
             The
             fields
             and
             flowers
             ,
             the
             trees
             and
             stones
             ,
          
           
             seem
             such
             unto
             my
             mind
             ;
          
           
             That
             in
             all
             other
             Countries
             ●u●e
             ,
          
           
             the
             like
             I
             shall
             never
             find
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             that
             the
             Sun
             with
             shining
             face
             ,
          
           
             would
             stay
             his
             steed
             by
             strength
             ;
          
           
             That
             this
             same
             day
             might
             stretched
             be
             ,
          
           
             to
             twenty
             years
             in
             length
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             true
             pe●formed
             Lyve
             ,
          
           
             their
             hasty
             course
             would
             stay
             ;
          
           
             That
             Eolus
             would
             never
             yield
             ,
          
           
             to
             bear
             me
             hence
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             by
             the
             fountain
             of
             my
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             the
             fields
             might
             watered
             be
             ;
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             grave
             my
             grievous
             Plaints
             ,
          
           
             upon
             each
             springing
             tree
             :
          
           
           
             But
             time
             I
             see
             with
             Eagles
             wings
             ,
          
           
             so
             swift
             doth
             flie
             away
             ;
          
           
             And
             dusky
             Clouds
             begin
             to
             dim
             ,
          
           
             the
             brightness
             of
             the
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             fatal
             hour
             it
             draweth
             on
             ,
          
           
             the
             winds
             and
             tydes
             agree
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             sweet
             England
             oversoon
             ,
          
           
             I
             must
             depart
             from
             thee
             :
          
           
             The
             Marriners
             have
             hoised
             Sails
             ,
          
           
             and
             call
             to
             catch
             me
             in
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             in
             woful
             heart
             I
             feel
             ,
          
           
             my
             torments
             to
             begin
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wherefore
             farewel
             for
             evermore
             ,
          
           
             sweet
             England
             unto
             thee
             ;
          
           
             But
             farewell
             all
             my
             Friends
             ,
             which
             I
          
           
             again
             shall
             never
             see
             :
          
           
             And
             England
             here
             I
             kiss
             thy
             ground
             ,
          
           
             upon
             my
             bended
             knee
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             to
             shew
             to
             all
             the
             world
             ,
          
           
             how
             dearly
             I
             love
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             being
             said
             ,
             away
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             as
             Fortune
             did
             him
             guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             length
             with
             grief
             of
             heart
             ,
          
           
             in
             Venice
             there
             he
             dy'd
             :
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Duke
             in
             doleful
             sort
             ,
          
           
           
             did
             lead
             his
             life
             in
             France
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             last
             ,
             the
             mighty
             Lord
          
           
             did
             him
             full
             high
             advance
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             of
             England
             afterwards
             ,
          
           
             did
             send
             for
             him
             again
             ;
          
           
             While
             that
             King
             Richard
             at
             the
             Wars
             ,
          
           
             in
             Ireland
             did
             remain
             :
          
           
             Who
             brought
             the
             vile
             and
             great
             abuse
             ,
          
           
             which
             through
             his
             deeds
             did
             spring
             ;
          
           
             Deposed
             was
             ,
             and
             then
             the
             Duke
          
           
             was
             truly
             Crowned
             King.
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           8.
           
           The
           noble
           Acts
           of
           Arthur
           of
           the
           Round
           Table
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             Flying
             Fame
          
           .
        
         
           When
           Arthur
           first
           in
           Court
           began
           ,
        
         
           and
           was
           approved
           King
           ;
        
         
           By
           force
           of
           Arms
           great
           Victories
           won
           ,
        
         
           and
           conquest
           home
           did
           bring
           :
        
         
           Then
           into
           Brittain
           straight
           he
           came
           ,
        
         
           where
           fifty
           good
           and
           able
        
         
           Knights
           ,
           then
           repaired
           unto
           him
           ,
        
         
           which
           were
           of
           the
           Round
           Table
           .
        
         
         
           And
           many
           Justs
           and
           Turnaments
           ,
        
         
           before
           them
           that
           were
           drest
           ,
        
         
           Where
           valiant
           Knights
           did
           then
           excel
           ,
        
         
           and
           far
           surmount
           the
           rest
           :
        
         
           But
           one
           Sir
           
             Lancelot
             du
             lake
          
           ,
        
         
           who
           was
           approved
           well
           ,
        
         
           He
           in
           his
           fights
           and
           deeds
           of
           arms
           ,
        
         
           all
           others
           did
           excell
           .
        
         
           When
           he
           had
           rested
           him
           a
           while
           ,
        
         
           to
           play
           ,
           to
           game
           ,
           and
           sport
           ,
        
         
           He
           thought
           he
           would
           to
           try
           himself
           ,
        
         
           in
           some
           adventurous
           sort
           :
        
         
           He
           armed
           rode
           in
           Forrest
           wide
           ,
        
         
           and
           met
           a
           Damsel
           fair
           ,
        
         
           Who
           told
           him
           of
           adventures
           great
           ,
        
         
           whereto
           he
           gave
           good
           ear
           :
        
         
           Why
           should
           I
           not
           ,
           quoth
           Lancelot
           tho
           ,
        
         
           for
           that
           cause
           I
           came
           hither
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           seem'st
           (
           quoth
           she
           )
           a
           Knight
           right
           good
           ,
        
         
           and
           I
           will
           bring
           thee
           thither
           :
        
         
           Whereas
           the
           mighty
           King
           doth
           dwell
           ,
        
         
           that
           now
           is
           of
           great
           fame
           ,
        
         
           Therefore
           tell
           me
           what
           Knight
           thou
           art
           ,
        
         
           and
           then
           what
           is
           your
           Name
           .
        
         
           My
           name
           is
           
             Lancelot
             du
             Lake
          
           ,
        
         
           quoth
           she
           ,
           it
           likes
           me
           than
           ,
        
         
           Here
           dwells
           a
           Knight
           ,
           that
           never
           was
           ,
        
         
           e're
           matcht
           with
           any
           man
           :
        
         
         
           ●ho
           has
           in
           prison
           three
           score
           Knights
           ,
        
         
           and
           four
           that
           he
           has
           wound
           :
        
         
           ●nights
           of
           King
           Arthurs
           Court
           they
           be
           ,
        
         
           and
           of
           his
           Table
           Round
           :
        
         
           〈◊〉
           brought
           him
           to
           a
           River-side
           ,
        
         
           and
           also
           to
           a
           tree
           ,
        
         
           Thereon
           a
           Copper
           Bason
           hung
           ,
        
         
           his
           fellows
           Shields
           to
           see
           :
        
         
           〈◊〉
           struck
           so
           hard
           the
           Bason
           ,
           broke
           ,
        
         
           when
           Tarquin
           heard
           the
           sound
           ,
        
         
           〈◊〉
           drove
           a
           Horse
           before
           him
           straight
           ,
        
         
           whereon
           a
           Knight
           lay
           bound
           :
        
         
           Sir
           Knight
           ,
           then
           said
           Sir
           Lancelot
           tho
           ,
        
         
           bring
           me
           that
           Horse-load
           hither
           ;
        
         
           And
           lay
           him
           down
           and
           let
           him
           rest
           ,
        
         
           we
           'l
           try
           our
           force
           together
           :
        
         
           And
           as
           I
           understand
           thou
           hast
           ,
        
         
           so
           far
           as
           thou
           art
           able
           ;
        
         
           Done
           great
           despite
           and
           shame
           ,
        
         
           unto
           the
           Knights
           of
           the
           Round
           Table
           .
        
         
           ●f
           thou
           be
           of
           the
           Table
           Round
           ,
        
         
           (
           quoth
           Tarquin
           speedily
           )
        
         
           Both
           thee
           ,
           and
           all
           thy
           fellowship
           ,
        
         
           I
           utterly
           deste
           :
        
         
           That
           's
           overmuch
           ,
           quoth
           Lancelot
           tho
           ,
        
         
           defend
           thee
           by
           and
           by
           ;
        
         
           They
           put
           their
           Spurs
           unto
           their
           Steeds
           ,
        
         
           and
           each
           at
           other
           slye
           .
        
         
         
           They
           couch
           their
           Spears
           ,
           and
           Horses
           can
           ,
        
         
           as
           though
           there
           had
           been
           thunder
           ;
        
         
           And
           each
           struck
           them
           amidst
           the
           shield
           ,
        
         
           wherewith
           they
           broke
           in
           sunder
           :
        
         
           Their
           Horses
           backs
           brake
           under
           them
           ,
        
         
           the
           Knights
           were
           both
           aston'd
           ,
        
         
           To
           hold
           their
           Horses
           they
           made
           great
           haste
           ,
        
         
           to
           light
           upon
           the
           ground
           :
        
         
           They
           took
           them
           to
           their
           Shields
           full
           fast
           ,
        
         
           thier
           Swords
           they
           drew
           out
           then
           ;
        
         
           With
           mighty
           strokes
           most
           eagerly
           ,
        
         
           each
           one
           at
           other
           ran
           :
        
         
           They
           wounded
           were
           ,
           and
           bled
           full
           sore
           ,
        
         
           for
           breath
           they
           both
           did
           stand
           ;
        
         
           And
           leaning
           on
           their
           Swords
           a
           while
           ,
        
         
           quoth
           Tarquin
           ,
           hold
           thy
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           tell
           to
           me
           what
           I
           shall
           ask
           ;
        
         
           say
           on
           quoth
           Lancelot
           ,
           tho
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           art
           quoth
           Tarquin
           ,
           the
           best
           Knight
        
         
           that
           ever
           I
           did
           know
           :
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           Knight
           that
           I
           did
           hate
           ,
        
         
           so
           that
           thou
           be
           not
           he
           ;
        
         
           I
           will
           deliver
           all
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           and
           eke
           accord
           with
           thee
           :
        
         
           That
           is
           well
           said
           ,
           quoth
           Lancelot
           then
           ,
        
         
           but
           sith
           it
           must
           be
           so
           ;
        
         
           What
           is
           the
           Knight
           thou
           hatest
           so
           ,
        
         
           I
           pray
           thee
           to
           me
           shew
           .
        
         
         
           His
           Name
           is
           Sir
           
             Lancelot
             du
             Lake
          
           ,
        
         
           he
           slew
           my
           Brother
           dear
           ;
        
         
           Him
           I
           suspect
           of
           all
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           I
           would
           I
           had
           him
           here
           :
        
         
           Thy
           wish
           thou
           hast
           ,
           but
           yet
           unknown
           ,
        
         
           I
           am
           
             Lancelot
             du
             Luke
          
           ,
        
         
           Now
           Knight
           of
           Arthurs
           Table
           Round
           ,
        
         
           King
           Hauds
           Son
           of
           Suewake
           :
        
         
           And
           I
           desire
           thee
           ,
           do
           thy
           worst
           ,
        
         
           Ho
           ,
           ho
           ,
           quoth
           Tarquin
           tho
           ,
        
         
           One
           of
           us
           two
           shall
           end
           our
           lives
           ,
        
         
           before
           that
           we
           do
           go
           :
        
         
           If
           thou
           be
           
             Lancelot
             du
             Lake
          
           ,
        
         
           then
           welcome
           shalt
           thou
           be
           ;
        
         
           Wherefore
           see
           thou
           thy self
           defend
           ,
        
         
           for
           now
           I
           thee
           defte
           .
        
         
           They
           buckled
           together
           so
           ,
        
         
           like
           two
           wild
           Boars
           rushing
           :
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           Swords
           and
           Shields
           they
           ran
           ,
        
         
           at
           one
           another
           flashing
           :
        
         
           The
           ground
           be●winkled
           was
           with
           Blood
           ,
        
         
           Tarquin
           began
           to
           faint
           :
        
         
           For
           he
           gave
           back
           ,
           and
           bore
           his
           Shield
        
         
           so
           low
           ,
           he
           did
           repent
           :
        
         
           Then
           soon
           spied
           Sir
           Lancelot
           tho
           ,
        
         
           he
           leapt
           upon
           him
           then
           ,
        
         
           He
           pull'd
           him
           down
           upon
           his
           knee
           ,
        
         
           and
           rushing
           off
           his
           yelm
           :
        
         
         
           And
           then
           he
           struck
           his
           Neck
           in
           ●●o
           ,
        
         
           and
           when
           he
           had
           done
           so
           ;
        
         
           From
           prison
           ,
           threescore
           Knights
           and
           four
           ,
        
         
           Lancelot
           delivered
           tho
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           9.
           
           A
           Song
           in
           Praise
           of
           Women
           ,
           To
           a
           pleasant
           new
           Tune
           :
           called
           ,
           
             My
             Vallentine
          
           .
        
         
           AMongst
           all
           other
           things
           ,
        
         
           that
           God
           hath
           made
           beneath
           the
           Sky
           ;
        
         
           Most
           glorious
           to
           satisfie
           the
           curious
           eye
           ,
        
         
           of
           mortal
           men
           withal
           :
        
         
           The
           sight
           of
           Eve
           ,
        
         
           Did
           soonest
           fit
           his
           fancy
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           courtesse
           and
           amity
           most
           speedily
           ,
        
         
           had
           caught
           his
           heart
           in
           thrall
           :
        
         
           Whom
           he
           did
           love
           so
           dear
           ,
        
         
           A●
           plainly
           both
           appear
           ,
        
         
           He
           made
           her
           Queen
           of
           all
           the
           world
           ,
        
         
           and
           Mistris
           of
           his
           heart
           ;
        
         
           Though
           afterwards
           she
           wrought
           his
           woe
           ,
        
         
           his
           death
           and
           deadly
           smart
           .
        
         
           
             What
             need
             I
             speak
          
           
             Of
             matters
             passed
             long
             ago
             ,
          
           
             Which
             all
             men
             know
             ,
             I
             need
             not
             shew
             ,
             to
             high
             or
             low
             ,
          
           
           
             the
             case
             it
             is
             so
             plain
             ,
          
           
             ●lthough
             that
             Eve
             committed
             then
             so
             great
             ,
          
           
             E're
             she
             went
             hence
             :
          
           
             A
             recompence
             in
             defence
             ,
          
           
             she
             made
             mankind
             again
             :
          
           
             For
             by
             her
             blessed
             Seed
             ,
          
           
             we
             are
             Redeem'd
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             Why
             should
             not
             then
             ,
             all
             mortal
             men
             ,
          
           
             esteem
             of
             women
             well
             ?
          
           
             And
             love
             their
             wives
             ,
             even
             as
             their
             lives
             ,
          
           
             as
             nature
             doth
             c●mpel
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             vertuous
             Wife
          
           
             The
             Scripture
             doth
             commend
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             night
             and
             day
             ,
             she
             is
             a
             stray
             ,
             from
             all
             decay
             ;
          
           
             to
             keep
             her
             Husband
             still
             ,
          
           
             ●he
             useth
             not
          
           
             To
             give
             her self
             a
             wandring
             ,
          
           
             Or
             flattering
             ,
             or
             pratling
             ,
             or
             any
             thing
             ,
          
           
             to
             do
             her
             Neighbour
             ill
             :
          
           
             But
             all
             her
             mind
             is
             bent
             ,
          
           
             his
             Pleasures
             is
             con●●n●
             ;
          
           
             Her
             faithful
             love
             ,
             doth
             not
             remove
             ,
          
           
             for
             any
             Storm
             or
             grief
             :
          
           
             Then
             is
             not
             he
             ,
             well
             blest
             think
             ye
             ,
          
           
             that
             meets
             with
             such
             a
             ●ife
             ?
          
           
             But
             now
             methinks
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             hear
             some
             men
             do
             say
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Few
             such
             there
             be
             ,
             in
             each
             degree
             ,
             and
             quality
             ,
             at
             this
             day
             to
             be
             found
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             adays
             ,
          
           
             Some
             men
             do
             set
             their
             whole
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Both
             day
             and
             night
             ,
             with
             all
             despite
             ,
             to
             brawl
             and
             fight
             ,
          
           
             their
             rage
             did
             so
             abound
             :
          
           
             But
             sure
             I
             think
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             here
             comes
             no
             such
             to
             day
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             know
             of
             any
             she
             ,
          
           
             that
             is
             within
             that
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             for
             fear
             ,
             I
             dare
             swear
             ,
          
           
             it
             is
             so
             hard
             a
             case
             :
          
           
             But
             to
             conclude
             ,
          
           
             For
             Maids
             ,
             and
             wives
             ,
             and
             Virgins
             all
             ,
          
           
             Both
             great
             or
             small
             ,
             in
             Bowér
             or
             Hall
             ,
             to
             pray
             I
             shall
             ,
          
           
             so
             long
             as
             life
             doth
             last
             ;
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             live
             ,
          
           
             With
             hearts
             content
             ,
             and
             perfect
             peace
             ,
          
           
             That
             joys
             increase
             ,
             may
             never
             cease
             ,
             till
             death
             release
             ,
          
           
             the
             care
             that
             crept
             so
             fast
             ,
          
           
             For
             beauty
             doth
             me
             blind
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             them
             all
             in
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Even
             for
             her
             sake
             ,
             that
             doth
             us
             make
             ,
          
           
             so
             merry
             to
             be
             seen
             :
          
           
             The
             glory
             of
             the
             Female
             kind
             ,
          
           
             I
             mean
             our
             Noble
             Queen
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           10.
           
           A
           Song
           in
           praise
           of
           a
           single
           Life
           .
        
         
           
             To
             the
             Tune
             of
          
           ,
           The
           Ghosts
           hearse
           .
        
         
           SOme
           do
           write
           of
           bloody
           wars
           ,
        
         
           Some
           do
           shew
           the
           several
           jars
           ,
        
         
           'twixt
           men
           through
           envy
           raised
           ,
        
         
           Some
           in
           praise
           of
           Princes
           write
           ,
        
         
           Some
           set
           their
           whole
           delight
           ,
        
         
           to
           her
           fair
           Beauty
           blazed
           :
        
         
           Some
           other
           persons
           are
           mov'd
           ,
        
         
           for
           to
           praise
           where
           they
           are
           lov'd
           :
        
         
           And
           let
           lovers
           praise
           beauty
           as
           they
           will
           ,
        
         
           other
           ways
           I
           am
           intended
           ;
        
         
           True
           Love
           is
           little
           regarded
           ,
        
         
           And
           often
           goes
           unrewarded
           :
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
        
         
           I
           'le
           resolve
           to
           lead
           a
           single
           life
           ,
        
         
           whereby
           the
           heart
           is
           not
           offended
           ,
        
         
           ●
           what
           suit
           and
           service
           too
           ,
        
         
           Is
           used
           by
           them
           that
           wooe
           :
        
         
           ●
           what
           grief
           in
           heart
           and
           mind
           ,
        
         
           What
           for
           row
           we
           do
           find
           ;
        
         
           through
           womens
           fond
           behaviour
           :
        
         
           Subject
           to
           suffer
           each
           hour
           ,
        
         
           and
           speeches
           sharp
           and
           sower
           :
        
         
         
           And
           labour
           ,
           love
           ,
           &
           cost
           ,
           perchance
           't
           is
           but
           all
           lost
        
         
           and
           no
           way
           to
           be
           amended
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           purchase
           pleasure
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           repent
           at
           leisure
           ;
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           To
           no
           man
           in
           wedded
           state
           ,
        
         
           Doth
           happen
           much
           debate
           ,
        
         
           except
           Gods
           special
           favour
           ,
        
         
           If
           his
           wife
           be
           proudly
           bent
           ,
        
         
           Or
           secretly
           consent
           ,
        
         
           to
           any
           lewd
           behaviour
           :
        
         
           If
           ●he
           be
           slothful
           or
           idle
           ,
        
         
           Or
           such
           as
           her
           tongue
           cannot
           bridle
           ,
        
         
           O
           then
           well
           were
           he
           ,
        
         
           Of
           death
           his
           bane
           would
           be
           :
        
         
           no
           sorrow
           else
           can
           be
           amended
           ,
        
         
           For
           look
           how
           long
           he
           were
           living
           ,
        
         
           Evermore
           he
           would
           be
           grieving
           ,
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Married
           folks
           we
           often
           hear
           ,
        
         
           Even
           through
           their
           Children
           dear
           ,
        
         
           have
           many
           causes
           of
           sorrow
           ;
        
         
           If
           disobedient
           they
           be
           found
           ,
        
         
           Or
           false
           in
           any
           ground
           ,
        
         
           by
           their
           unlawful
           sorrows
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           such
           wicked
           fellows
           ,
        
         
         
           shamefully
           come
           unto
           the
           Gallows
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           Parents
           with
           great
           care
           ,
        
         
           Nourished
           with
           dainty
           fare
           ,
        
         
           from
           their
           Cradle
           truly
           tended
           ;
        
         
           When
           as
           their
           Mothers
           before
           them
           ,
        
         
           doth
           curse
           the
           day
           that
           e're
           they
           bore
           them
           ,
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Do
           we
           then
           behold
           and
           see
           ,
        
         
           When
           men
           and
           wives
           agree
           ,
        
         
           and
           live
           together
           ;
        
         
           Where
           the
           Lord
           hath
           sent
           them
           eke
           ,
        
         
           Fair
           Children
           mild
           and
           meek
           ,
        
         
           like
           flowers
           in
           summer
           weather
           :
        
         
           How
           greatly
           are
           they
           grieved
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           not
           by
           joy
           he
           relieved
           ,
        
         
           if
           that
           Death
           doth
           call
           ,
        
         
           Either
           wife
           or
           Children
           small
           ,
        
         
           whom
           their
           vertues
           do
           command
           ,
        
         
           Their
           losses
           whom
           they
           thus
           added
           ,
        
         
           from
           their
           hearts
           cannot
           be
           moved
           ,
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Who
           being
           in
           that
           happy
           state
           ,
        
         
           Would
           work
           himself
           such
           hate
           ,
        
         
           his
           Fancy
           for
           to
           follow
           :
        
         
           Or
           living
           here
           devoid
           of
           strife
           ,
        
         
           Would
           take
           him
           to
           a
           wife
           ;
        
         
         
           for
           to
           procure
           his
           sorrow
           ,
        
         
           With
           cárking
           and
           with
           caring
           ,
        
         
           Evermore
           must
           be
           sparing
           ,
        
         
           Were
           he
           not
           worse'then
           mad
           ,
        
         
           being
           merry
           would
           be
           sad
           :
        
         
           Were
           he
           to
           be
           commended
           .
        
         
           That
           e're
           would
           seek
           much
           pleasure
           ,
        
         
           where
           grief
           is
           all
           his
           treasure
           :
        
         
           Then
           to
           avoid
           all
           strife
           ,
           &c.
           
        
      
       
         
           11.
           
           The
           Widdows
           Solace
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           Robinsons
           Almain
           .
        
         
           MOurn
           no
           more
           fair
           Widdow
           ,
        
         
           thy
           tears
           are
           all
           in
           vain
           ;
        
         
           'T
           is
           neither
           grief
           nor
           sorrow
           ,
        
         
           can
           call
           the
           dead
           again
           :
        
         
           Man's
           well
           enough
           compared
           ,
        
         
           unto
           the
           Summers
           flower
           ,
        
         
           Which
           now
           is
           fair
           and
           pleasant
           ,
        
         
           yet
           withereth
           in
           an
           hour
           :
        
         
           And
           mourn
           no
           more
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           as
           one
           whose
           faith
           is
           small
           ;
        
         
           Be
           patient
           in
           affliction
           ,
        
         
           and
           give
           God
           thanks
           for
           all
           .
        
         
           All
           men
           are
           born
           to
           dye
           ,
        
         
         
           the
           Scripture
           telleth
           plain
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Earth
           we
           were
           created
           ,
        
         
           to
           Earth
           we
           must
           again
           ,
        
         
           I
           was
           neither
           Croesus
           treasure
           ,
        
         
           nor
           Alexanders
           fame
           :
        
         
           Nor
           Solomon
           by
           wisdom
           ,
        
         
           that
           could
           Deaths
           fury
           tame
           ;
        
         
           〈◊〉
           Physick
           might
           preserve
           them
           ,
        
         
           when
           nature
           did
           decay
           ;
        
         
           What
           man
           can
           hold
           for
           ever
           ,
        
         
           the
           thing
           that
           will
           away
           ?
        
         
           Then
           mourn
           no
           more
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Though
           you
           have
           lost
           your
           Husband
           ,
        
         
           your
           comfort
           in
           distress
           ;
        
         
           Consider
           God
           regardeth
        
         
           the
           Widdows
           heaviness
           :
        
         
           And
           hath
           strictly
           charged
           ,
        
         
           such
           as
           his
           Children
           be
           ,
        
         
           The
           Fatherless
           and
           Widdow
           ,
        
         
           to
           shield
           from
           injury
           .
        
         
           Then
           mourn
           no
           more
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           If
           he
           were
           true
           and
           faithful
           ,
        
         
           and
           loving
           unto
           thee
           ;
        
         
           Doubt
           not
           but
           there
           's
           in
           England
           ,
        
         
           enough
           as
           good
           as
           he
           :
        
         
           But
           if
           that
           such
           affe●tion
           ,
        
         
         
           within
           this
           heart
           was
           none
           ;
        
         
           Then
           give
           God
           praise
           and
           glory
           ,
        
         
           that
           he
           is
           dead
           and
           gone
           :
        
         
           And
           mourn
           no
           more
           ,
           &c
           ,
        
         
           Receive
           such
           Suitors
           friendly
           ,
        
         
           as
           do
           resort
           to
           thee
           ;
        
         
           Respect
           not
           the
           outward
           person
           ,
        
         
           but
           the
           inward
           gravity
           :
        
         
           And
           with
           advised
           judgement
           ,
        
         
           chuse
           him
           above
           the
           rest
           ;
        
         
           Whom
           thou
           by
           proof
           hast
           tried
           ,
        
         
           Then
           mourn
           no
           more
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Then
           shalt
           thou
           live
           a
           life
           ,
        
         
           exempted
           from
           all
           annoy
           ;
        
         
           And
           whensoever
           it
           chanceth
           ,
        
         
           I
           pray
           God
           give
           thee
           joy
           :
        
         
           And
           thus
           I
           make
           an
           end
           ,
        
         
           with
           true
           humility
           ;
        
         
           In
           hope
           my
           simple
           solace
           ,
        
         
           may
           well
           excepted
           be
           :
        
         
           Then
           mourn
           no
           more
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           12.
           
           A
           gentle
           Womans
           Complaint
           ,
           in
           that
           she
           found
           her
           Friend
           Faithless
           ,
           which
           should
           have
           continued
           Constant.
           
        
         
           FAith
           is
           a
           Figure
           standing
           now
           for
           nought
           ,
        
         
           Faith
           is
           a
           fancy
           we
           ought
           to
           cast
           in
           thought
           :
        
         
           Faith
           now
           adays
           ,
           as
           all
           the
           world
           may
           see
           ,
        
         
           Resteth
           in
           few
           ,
           and
           faith
           is
           fled
           from
           thee
           .
        
         
           Is
           there
           any
           faith
           in
           strangers
           to
           be
           found
           ,
        
         
           Is
           there
           any
           faith
           lies
           hidden
           in
           the
           ground
           ?
        
         
           Is
           there
           any
           faith
           in
           men
           that
           buried
           be
           ?
        
         
           No
           ,
           there
           is
           none
           ,
           and
           Faith
           is
           fled
           from
           thee
           .
        
         
           Fled
           is
           the
           Faith
           that
           might
           remain
           in
           any
           ,
        
         
           Fled
           is
           the
           Faith
           that
           should
           remain
           in
           many
           ,
        
         
           Fled
           is
           the
           Faith
           that
           should
           in
           any
           be
           ,
        
         
           Then
           farewel
           hope
           ,
           for
           Faith
           is
           fled
           from
           thee
           .
        
         
           From
           Faith
           I
           see
           that
           everyone
           is
           flying
           ,
        
         
           From
           Faith
           I
           see
           that
           all
           things
           are
           a
           dying
           ;
        
         
           They
           flye
           from
           faith
           that
           most
           in
           faith
           should
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           faithless
           thou
           that
           brake
           thy
           faith
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           Thee
           have
           I
           sought
           ,
           but
           thee
           I
           could
           not
           find
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           of
           all
           others
           was
           most
           within
           my
           mind
           ;
        
         
           Thee
           have
           I
           left
           ,
           and
           I
           alone
           will
           be
           ,
        
         
           Because
           I
           find
           that
           Faith
           is
           fled
           from
           thee
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           13.
           
           Of
           the
           Prince
           of
           England
           ,
           who
           wooed
           the
           Kings
           Daughter
           of
           France
           ,
           and
           how
           he
           was
           slain
           ,
           and
           she
           afterwards
           Married
           to
           a
           Forrester
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             Crimson
             Velvet
          
           .
        
         
           IN
           the
           days
           of
           old
           ,
        
         
           When
           fair
           France
           did
           flourish
           ,
        
         
           Stories
           plainly
           told
           ,
        
         
           Lovers
           felt
           annoy
           ;
        
         
           The
           King
           a
           Daughter
           had
           ,
        
         
           Beautious
           ,
           bright
           ,
           and
           lovely
           ,
        
         
           Which
           made
           her
           Father
           glad
           ,
        
         
           she
           was
           his
           only
           joy
           :
        
         
           A
           Prince
           of
           England
           came
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           Deeds
           did
           merit
           Fame
           ,
        
         
           he
           woo'd
           her
           long
           ,
           and
           so
           at
           last
           ,
        
         
           Look
           what
           he
           did
           require
           ,
        
         
           She
           granted
           his
           desire
           ,
        
         
           their
           hearts
           in
           one
           were
           linkt
           so
           fast
           :
        
         
           Which
           when
           her
           Father
           proved
           ,
        
         
           Lord
           how
           he
           ws
           moved
           ,
        
         
           and
           tormented
           in
           his
           mind
           ;
        
         
           He
           sought
           for
           to
           prevent
           them
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           discontent
           them
           ,
        
         
           Fortune
           crosseth
           Lovers
           kind
           :
        
         
         
           When
           the
           Princes
           twain
           ,
        
         
           Were
           thus
           barr'd
           of
           pleasure
           ,
        
         
           Through
           the
           Kings
           disdain
           ,
        
         
           which
           their
           joys
           withstood
           ;
        
         
           The
           Lady
           got
           up
           her
           cloaths
           ,
        
         
           Her
           Jewels
           ,
           and
           her
           Treasure
           ;
        
         
           Having
           no
           remorse
        
         
           of
           State
           or
           Royal
           Blood
           :
        
         
           In
           homely
           poor
           array
           ,
        
         
           She
           got
           from
           Court
           away
           ,
        
         
           to
           meet
           her
           joy
           and
           hearts
           delight
           ;
        
         
           Who
           in
           a
           Forrest
           great
           ,
        
         
           Had
           taken
           up
           his
           seat
           ,
        
         
           to
           wait
           her
           comming
           in
           the
           night
           :
        
         
           But
           to
           see
           what
           sudden
           danger
           ,
        
         
           To
           this
           Princely
           stranger
           ,
        
         
           chanced
           as
           he
           sat
           alone
           ;
        
         
           By
           Out-laws
           he
           was
           Robbed
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Poniard
           stobbed
           ,
        
         
           uttering
           many
           a
           dying
           groan
           .
        
         
           The
           Princess
           arm'd
           by
           him
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           true
           desire
           ,
        
         
           Mandring
           all
           the
           night
           ,
        
         
           without
           dread
           at
           all
           ;
        
         
           Still
           unknown
           she
           pass'd
        
         
           In
           her
           strange
           attire
           ,
        
         
           Comming
           at
           the
           last
           ,
        
         
         
           in
           the
           ecchoes
           call
           :
        
         
           You
           fair
           woods
           ,
           quoth
           she
           ,
        
         
           Honoured
           may
           you
           be
           ,
        
         
           harbouring
           my
           hearts
           delight
           ;
        
         
           UUhich
           doth
           compass
           here
           ,
        
         
           My
           joy
           and
           only
           dear
           ,
        
         
           my
           trusty
           friend
           and
           Noble
           Right
           :
        
         
           Sweet
           I
           come
           unto
           thee
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           I
           come
           to
           woe
           thee
           ,
        
         
           that
           thou
           may'st
           not
           angry
           be
           ;
        
         
           For
           my
           long
           delaying
           ,
        
         
           And
           thy
           courteous
           staying
           ,
        
         
           '
           mends
           for
           all
           I
           'le
           make
           to
           thee
           .
        
         
           
             Passing
             thus
             along
             ,
          
           
             Through
             the
             Forrest
             ,
          
           
             Many
             grievous
             groans
             ,
          
           
             sounding
             in
             her
             ears
             :
          
           
             UUhere
             she
             heard
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             To
             lament
             the
             sorest
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             ever
             seen
             ,
          
           
             forced
             by
             deadly
             fear
             :
          
           
             Farewel
             my
             dear
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             I
             shall
             never
             see
             ,
          
           
             for
             why
             my
             life
             is
             at
             an
             end
             ;
          
           
             Through
             villanies
             cruelty
             ,
          
           
             Loe
             here
             for
             thee
             I
             dye
             ,
          
           
             to
             shew
             I
             am
             a
             faithful
             Friend
             :
          
           
           
             Here
             I
             lye
             a
             bleeding
             ,
          
           
             UUhile
             my
             thoughts
             are
             feeding
             ,
          
           
             on
             the
             rarest
             beauty
             found
             ;
          
           
             O
             hard
             hap
             that
             may
             be
             ,
          
           
             Little
             knows
             my
             Lady
             ,
          
           
             my
             heart
             blood
             lies
             on
             the
             ground●
          
        
         
           
             UUith
             that
             he
             gave
             a
             groan
             ,
          
           
             UUhich
             did
             burst
             asundier
             ,
          
           
             All
             the
             tender
             strings
          
           
             of
             his
             bleeding
             heart
             ;
          
           
             She
             which
             knew
             his
             voice
             ,
          
           
             At
             his
             tale
             did
             wonder
             ,
          
           
             All
             her
             former
             joy
             ,
          
           
             did
             to
             grief
             convert
             :
          
           
             Straight
             she
             ran
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             UUhom
             this
             man
             should
             be
             ,
          
           
             that
             so
             like
             her
             love
             did
             speak
             ;
          
           
             And
             found
             when
             as
             she
             came
             ,
          
           
             Her
             lovely
             Lord
             lay
             slain
             ,
          
           
             all
             smeared
             in
             blood
             ,
             which
             life
             did
             break
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             this
             deed
             they
             spied
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             how
             sore
             she
             cried
             ,
          
           
             her
             sorrows
             cannot
             counted
             be
             ;
          
           
             Her
             eyes
             like
             fountains
             runing
             ,
          
           
             While
             she
             cried
             out
             ,
             my
             Darling
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             that
             I
             had
             died
             for
             thee
             .
          
           
           
             His
             pale
             lips
             alas
             ,
          
           
             Twenty
             times
             she
             kissed
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             face
             did
             wash
             ,
          
           
             with
             her
             trickling
             tears
             .
          
        
         
           
             Every
             bleeding
             wound
             ,
          
           
             Her
             fair
             words
             bedewed
             ,
          
           
             Wiping
             off
             the
             Blood
          
           
             with
             her
             Golden
             Hair
             :
          
           
             Speak
             fair
             Prince
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             one
             sweet
             word
             of
             comfort
             give
             ,
          
           
             Lift
             up
             thy
             fair
             Eyes
             .
          
           
             Listen
             to
             my
             Crys
             ,
          
           
             think
             in
             what
             great
             grief
             I
             live
             :
          
           
             All
             in
             vain
             she
             sued
             ,
          
           
             All
             in
             vain
             she
             vicwed
             ,
          
           
             the
             Princess
             life
             was
             dead
             and
             gone
             ;
          
           
             There
             stood
             she
             still
             mourning
             ,
          
           
             Till
             the
             Sun
             approaching
             ,
          
           
             add
             bright
             day
             was
             coming
             on
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             this
             great
             distress
             ,
          
           
             Quoth
             the
             Royal
             Lady
             ,
          
           
             Who
             can
             now
             express
             ,
          
           
             what
             will
             become
             of
             me
             ?
          
           
             To
             my
             Fathers
             Court
             ,
          
           
             Will
             I
             never
             wander
             ,
          
           
             But
             some
             Service
             seek
             ,
          
           
           
             where
             I
             might
             placed
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             she
             made
             her
             moan
             ,
          
           
             UUeeping
             all
             alone
             ,
          
           
             all
             in
             dread
             and
             dreadful
             fear
             ,
          
           
             A
             fo●rester
             all
             in
             Green
             ,
          
           
             Most
             comely
             to
             be
             seen
             ,
          
           
             ranging
             the
             woods
             did
             find
             her
             there
             :
          
           
             Round
             beset
             with
             sorrow
             ,
          
           
             Maid
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             good
             morrow
             ,
          
           
             what
             hard
             hap
             brought
             you
             here
             ?
          
           
             Harder
             hap
             did
             never
             ,
          
           
             Chance
             to
             Maiden
             ever
             ,
          
           
             here
             lies
             slain
             my
             Brother
             dear
             .
          
        
         
           
             UUhere
             might
             I
             be
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             Gentle
             forrester
             tell
             me
             ,
          
           
             Where
             should
             I
             procure
             ,
          
           
             a
             Service
             in
             my
             care
             ?
          
           
             Pains
             I
             will
             not
             spare
             ,
          
           
             And
             will
             do
             my
             duty
             ,
          
           
             Ease
             me
             of
             my
             care
             ,
          
           
             help
             my
             extream
             need
             :
          
           
             The
             Forrester
             all
             amazed
             ,
          
           
             On
             her
             beauty
             gazed
             ,
          
           
             till
             his
             heart
             was
             set
             on
             fire
             ;
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             fair
             Maid
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
          
           
             you
             shall
             have
             your
             hearts
             desire
             .
          
           
           
             He
             brought
             her
             to
             his
             Mother
             ,
          
           
             And
             above
             all
             other
          
           
             he
             sets
             forth
             the
             Maidens
             praise
             ;
          
           
             Long
             was
             his
             heart
             inflamed
             ,
          
           
             At
             last
             her
             love
             he
             gained
             ,
          
           
             thus
             did
             his
             Glory
             raise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             unknown
             he
             married
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             Kings
             fair
             Daughter
             ,
          
           
             Children
             they
             had
             seven
             ,
          
           
             e're
             he
             knew
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             understood
             ,
          
           
             She
             was
             a
             Royal
             Princess
             ,
          
           
             By
             this
             means
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             she
             shewed
             forth
             her
             fame
             :
          
           
             He
             Cloth'd
             his
             Children
          
           
             Not
             like
             to
             other
             men
             ,
          
           
             in
             party
             colours
             strange
             to
             see
             ;
          
           
             The
             left
             side
             Cloth
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             The
             right
             side
             now
             behold
             ,
          
           
             of
             woollen
             cloth
             still
             framed
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             Men
             hereat
             did
             wonder
             ,
          
           
             Golden
             fame
             did
             thunder
             ,
          
           
             this
             strange
             Deed
             in
             every
             place
             ;
          
           
             The
             King
             of
             France
             came
             thither
             ,
          
           
             Being
             pleasant
             weather
             ,
          
           
             in
             the
             woods
             the
             Part
             to
             chase
             :
          
           
           
             The
             Children
             then
             did
             stand
             ,
          
           
             As
             their
             Father
             wistled
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             Royal
             King
          
           
             must
             of
             force
             come
             by
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Bother
             richly
             clad
             ,
          
           
             In
             fair
             crimson
             velvet
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Father
             all
             in
             Gray
             ,
          
           
             comely
             to
             the
             eye
             :
          
           
             Then
             the
             famous
             King
             ,
          
           
             Noted
             every
             thing
             ,
          
           
             asking
             how
             he
             durst
             be
             so
             bold
             ,
          
           
             To
             let
             his
             wife
             to
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             deck
             his
             Children
             there
             ,
          
           
             in
             costly
             Robes
             and
             Cloath
             of
             Gold
             :
          
           
             The
             forrester
             thus
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             case
             de●crib'd
          
           
             to
             the
             King
             thus
             did
             say
             ;
          
           
             ●ell
             may
             they
             by
             their
             Bother
             ,
          
           
             Wear
             rich
             Gold
             like
             other
             ,
          
           
             being
             by
             birth
             a
             Princess
             gay
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             King
             upon
             these
             words
             ,
          
           
             More
             heedful
             beheld
             them
             ,
          
           
             Till
             a
             crimson
             blush
             ,
          
           
             his
             conceit
             did
             crofs
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             look
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             On
             thy
             Wife
             and
             Children
             ,
          
           
             the
             more
             I
             call
             to
             mind
             :
          
           
           
             my
             daughter
             whom
             I
             lost
             :
          
           
             I
             am
             the
             Child
             (
             quoth
             she
             )
          
           
             Falling
             on
             her
             knee
             ,
          
           
             pardon
             me
             my
             Soveraign
             Leige
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             perceiving
             this
             ,
          
           
             His
             Daughter
             dear
             did
             kiss
             ,
          
           
             and
             joyful
             tears
             did
             stop
             his
             speech
             :
          
           
             With
             his
             train
             he
             turned
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             sojourned
             ,
          
           
             straightway
             he
             dub'd
             her
             Husband
             Knight
             ;
          
           
             Then
             made
             him
             Earl
             of
             Flanders
             ,
          
           
             One
             of
             his
             chief
             Commanders
             ,
          
           
             thus
             was
             his
             sorrows
             put
             to
             flight
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           Of
           the
           faithful
           friendshid
           that
           lasted
           between
           two
           faithful
           friends
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             flying
             fame
          
           ,
        
         
           
             IN
             stately
             Rome
             sometimes
             did
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             a
             man
             of
             Noble
             Fame
             ;
          
           
             Who
             had
             a
             Son
             of
             seemly
             shape
             ,
          
           
             Alphonso
             was
             his
             name
             :
          
           
             When
             he
             was
             grown
             and
             come
             to
             age
             ,
          
           
             his
             Father
             thought
             it
             best
             ,
          
           
             To
             send
             his
             Son
             to
             Athens
             fair
             ,
          
           
             where
             wisdoms
             School
             did
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             when
             he
             was
             to
             Athens
             come
             ,
          
           
           
             good
             Lectures
             for
             to
             learn
             ;
          
           
             A
             place
             to
             board
             him
             with
             delight
             ,
          
           
             his
             friends
             di●
             well
             disce●n
             :
          
           
             A
             Noble
             Knight
             of
             Athens
             Low●
             ▪
          
           
             of
             him
             did
             take
             the
             charge
             ,
          
           
             Who
             had
             a
             Son
             Ganselo
             Ca●'d
             ,
          
           
             just
             of
             his
             pi●ch
             and
             age
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             stature
             and
             in
             person
             both
             ,
          
           
             in
             favour
             ,
             speech
             ,
             on●
             face
             ;
          
           
             In
             quality
             and
             condi●ions
             ●ke
          
           
             they
             'greed
             in
             ●very
             place
             :
          
           
             So
             like
             they
             were
             in
             all
             resp●cts
             ,
          
           
             the
             one
             unto
             the
             other
             ;
          
           
             They
             were
             not
             known
             but
             by
             their
             names
             ,
          
           
             of
             Father
             or
             of
             Mother
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             as
             in
             favour
             they
             were
             found
             ,
          
           
             alike
             in
             all
             re●●●●s
             ,
          
           
             Even
             so
             they
             did
             most
             dearly
             l●ot
             ,
          
           
             and
             probe
             ,
             by
             〈…〉
             :
          
           
             Ganselo
             loved
             a
             La●y
             fair
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             in
             
             Athens
             ●well
             ;
          
           
             Who
             was
             in
             beauty
             p●erless
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             so
             far
             ●he
             did
             excell
             .
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             a
             time
             it
             chanced
             so
             ,
          
           
             as
             fancy
             〈…〉
             ;
          
           
           
             That
             he
             would
             visit
             for
             delight
             ,
          
           
             his
             Lady
             and
             his
             Love
             :
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             true
             and
             faithful
             Friend
             ,
          
           
             he
             declared
             the
             same
             :
          
           
             Asking
             of
             him
             ,
             if
             he
             would
             see
             ,
          
           
             that
             fair
             and
             comely
             Dame.
             
          
        
         
           
             Alphonso
             did
             thereto
             agree
             ,
          
           
             and
             with
             Ganselo
             went
             ;
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             Lady
             which
             he
             lov'd
             ,
          
           
             which
             bred
             his
             discontent
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             cast
             his
             Chrystial
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             upon
             her
             Angels
             hue
             ;
          
           
             The
             beauty
             of
             that
             Lady
             bright
             ,
          
           
             did
             staight
             his
             heart
             subdue
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             gentle
             heart
             so
             wounded
             was
             ,
          
           
             with
             that
             fair
             Ladies
             face
             ;
          
           
             That
             afterwards
             he
             daily
             liv'd
             ,
          
           
             in
             sad
             and
             woful
             case
             :
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             grief
             he
             knew
             not
             how
             ,
          
           
             therefore
             to
             make
             an
             end
             ;
          
           
             For
             that
             he
             knew
             his
             Ladies
             Love
             ,
          
           
             was
             yielded
             to
             his
             Friend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             being
             sore
             perplext
             in
             mind
             ,
          
           
             upon
             his
             Bed
             he
             lay
             ;
          
           
             Like
             one
             which
             death
             and
             deep
             despair
             ,
          
           
           
             had
             almost
             worn
             away
             :
          
           
             His
             friend
             Ganselo
             that
             did
             see
             ,
          
           
             his
             grief
             and
             great
             distress
             ;
          
           
             At
             length
             requested
             for
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             his
             cause
             of
             heaviness
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             much
             ad●
             at
             length
             he
             told
             ,
          
           
             the
             truth
             unto
             his
             friend
             ;
          
           
             Who
             did
             relieve
             his
             inward
             woe
             ,
          
           
             with
             comfort
             to
             the
             end
             :
          
           
             Take
             courage
             then
             ,
             dear
             friend
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
          
           
             though
             she
             through
             love
             be
             mine
             ;
          
           
             My
             right
             I
             will
             resign
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lady
             shall
             be
             thine
             .
          
        
         
           
             You
             know
             our
             favours
             are
             alike
             ,
          
           
             our
             speech
             also
             likewise
             ;
          
           
             This
             day
             in
             mine
             apparel
             then
             ,
          
           
             you
             shall
             your self
             disguise
             :
          
           
             And
             unto
             Church
             then
             shall
             you
             go
             ,
          
           
             directly
             in
             my
             stead
             ;
          
           
             Loe
             though
             my
             friends
             suppose'tis
             I
             ,
          
           
             you
             shall
             the
             Lady
             wed
             .
          
        
         
           
             Alphonso
             was
             so
             well
             appaid
             ,
          
           
             and
             as
             they
             had
             decreed
             ;
          
           
             He
             went
             that
             day
             and
             wedded
             plain
             ,
          
           
             the
             Lady
             there
             indeed
             :
          
           
           
             But
             when
             the
             Nuptual
             feast
             was
             done
             ,
          
           
             and
             Phoebus
             quite
             was
             fled
             ;
          
           
             The
             Lady
             for
             Gansela
             took
          
           
             Alphonso
             to
             her
             bed
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             night
             they
             spent
             in
             pleasant
             sport
             ,
          
           
             and
             when
             the
             day
             was
             come
             ,
          
           
             A
             Poast
             for
             fair
             Alphonso
             come
             ,
          
           
             to
             fetch
             him
             home
             to
             Rome
             :
          
           
             Then
             was
             the
             matter
             plainly
             prov'd
             ,
          
           
             Alphonso
             wedded
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             Ganselo
             to
             that
             Dame
             ,
          
           
             which
             brought
             great
             woe
             ,
             alas
             .
          
        
         
           
             Alphonso
             being
             gone
             to
             Rome
             ,
          
           
             with
             this
             his
             Lady
             gay
             ,
          
           
             Ganselo's
             friends
             and
             kind●ed
             all
             ,
          
           
             in
             such
             a
             rage
             did
             stay
             :
          
           
             That
             they
             depriv'd
             him
             of
             his
             wealth
             ,
          
           
             his
             Land
             and
             rich
             attire
             :
          
           
             And
             banished
             him
             their
             Country
             quite
             ,
          
           
             in
             rage
             and
             wrathful
             ire
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             sad
             and
             pensive
             thoughts
             alas
             ,
          
           
             Ganselo
             wandred
             then
             ,
          
           
             Who
             was
             constrain'd
             through
             want
             to
             beg
             ,
          
           
             relief
             of
             many
             men
             :
          
           
             In
             this
             distress
             ,
             oft
             would
             he
             say
             :
          
           
           
             to
             Rome
             I
             mean
             to
             go
             ,
          
           
             To
             seek
             Alphonso
             ,
             my
             dear
             Friend
             ,
          
           
             who
             will
             relieve
             my
             woe
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             Rome
             when
             poor
             Ganselo
             came
             ,
          
           
             and
             found
             Alphonso's
             place
             ;
          
           
             Which
             was
             so
             famous
             ,
             huge
             ,
             and
             fair
             ,
          
           
             himself
             in
             such
             poor
             case
             ▪
          
           
             He
             was
             asham'd
             to
             shew
             himself
             ,
          
           
             in
             that
             his
             poor
             array
             ,
          
           
             Saying
             ,
             Alphonso
             knows
             me
             well
             ,
          
           
             if
             he
             would
             come
             this
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             he
             staid
             within
             the
             street
             ,
          
           
             Alphonso
             then
             came
             by
             ,
          
           
             But
             heeding
             not
             Ganselo
             poor
             ,
          
           
             his
             Friend
             that
             stood
             so
             nigh
             :
          
           
             Which
             griev'd
             Ganselo
             to
             the
             heart
             ,
          
           
             quoth
             he
             ,
             and
             is
             it
             so
             ?
          
           
             Doth
             proud
             Alphonso
             now
             disdain
          
           
             his
             Friend
             indeed
             to
             know
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             desperate
             sort
             away
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             into
             a
             Barn
             hard
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             he
             drew
             his
             knife
             ,
          
           
             thinking
             thereby
             to
             dye
             :
          
           
             And
             bitterly
             in
             sorrow
             there
             ,
          
           
             he
             did
             lament
             and
             weep
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             being
             over
             weighed
             with
             grief
             ,
          
           
             he
             there
             fell
             fast
             asleep
             .
          
        
         
           
             While
             soundly
             there
             he
             sweetly
             slept
             ,
          
           
             come
             in
             a
             murthering
             thief
             ;
          
           
             And
             saw
             a
             naked
             knife
             lye
             by
          
           
             this
             man
             so
             f●ll
             of
             grief
             :
          
           
             The
             knife
             so
             bright
             ,
             he
             took
             up
             straight
             ,
          
           
             and
             went
             away
             amain
             ;
          
           
             And
             thrust
             it
             in
             a●●
             urehered
             man
             ,
          
           
             which
             before
             he
             had
             slain
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             afterwards
             he
             went
             with
             speed
             ,
          
           
             and
             put
             this
             bloody
             knife
             ;
          
           
             Into
             his
             hand
             that
             sleeping
             lay
             ,
          
           
             to
             save
             himself
             from
             strife
             :
          
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             away
             in
             haste
             he
             ran
             ,
          
           
             and
             that
             search
             was
             made
             ,
          
           
             Ganselo
             with
             his
             bloody
             knife
             ,
          
           
             was
             for
             the
             murther
             staid
             :
          
        
         
           
             And
             brought
             before
             the
             Magistrate
             ,
          
           
             who
             did
             confess
             most
             plain
             ;
          
           
             That
             he
             indeed
             with
             that
             same
             knife
             ,
          
           
             the
             murthered
             man
             had
             slain
             :
          
           
             Alphonso
             sitting
             there
             as
             Iudge
             ,
          
           
             and
             knowing
             Ganselo's
             face
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             his
             friend
             did
             say
             ,
             himself
          
           
             was
             guilty
             in
             that
             case
             .
          
           
           
             None
             ,
             quoth
             Alphonso
             ,
             kill'd
             the
             man
             ,
          
           
             my
             Lord
             but
             only
             I
             ;
          
           
             And
             therefore
             set
             this
             poor
             man
             free
             ,
          
           
             and
             let
             me
             justly
             dye
             :
          
           
             Thus
             while
             for
             death
             these
             faithful
             friends
             ,
          
           
             in
             striving
             did
             proceed
             ;
          
           
             The
             man
             before
             the
             Senate
             came
             ,
          
           
             which
             did
             the
             fa●t
             indeed
             .
          
        
         
           
             Who
             being
             moved
             with
             remorse
             ,
          
           
             their
             friendly
             hearts
             to
             see
             ;
          
           
             Did
             say
             befo●e
             the
             Iudges
             plain
             ,
          
           
             none
             did
             the
             fa●t
             but
             he
             :
          
           
             Thus
             when
             the
             truth
             was
             plainly
             told
             ,
          
           
             of
             all
             sides
             joy
             was
             seen
             ;
          
           
             Alphonso
             did
             embrace
             his
             Friend
             ,
          
           
             which
             had
             so
             woful
             been
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             rich
             array
             he
             cloathed
             him
             ,
          
           
             as
             fitted
             his
             degree
             ;
          
           
             And
             helpt
             him
             to
             his
             Lands
             ●ga●n
             ,
          
           
             and
             former
             dignity
             :
          
           
             T●e
             Murtherer
             for
             telling
             truth
             ,
          
           
             had
             pardon
             at
             that
             time
             ;
          
           
             Who
             afterwards
             lamented
             much
             ,
          
           
             this
             foul
             and
             grievous
             crime
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           SECOND
           PART
           OF
           THE
           GARLAND
           of
           GOOD-WILL
           ,
        
         
           
             1.
             
             A
             Pastoral
             Song
          
           
             to
             the
             Tune
             of
             ,
             
               Hey
               ho
               holy-day
            
             .
          
           
             
               UPon
               a
               Down
               where
               Shepherd
               keep
               ,
            
             
               piping
               pleasant
               Lays
               ;
            
             
               Two
               Country
               Maids
               were
               keeping
               Sheep
               ,
            
             
               and
               sweetly
               chanted
               Round-delays
               :
            
             
               Three
               Shepherds
               each
               on
               Daten
               Reed
               ,
            
             
               blaming
               Cupids
               cruel
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               these
               Rural
               Nymphs
               agreed
               ,
            
             
               to
               keep
               a
               tuneful
               Tunder-song
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               so
               they
               were
               in
               number
               Five
               ,
            
             
               Bus●cks
               number
               sweet
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               the
               like
               ,
               let
               us
               contrive
               ,
            
             
               to
               sing
               their
               Song
               in
               order
               meet
               :
            
             
               Fair
               Phillis
               part
               I
               take
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               she
               'gainst
               loving
               Hinds
               complains
               ;
            
             
               And
               Amarillis
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               be
               ,
            
             
               she
               defends
               the
               Shepherds
               Swains
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Fye
               on
               the
               slights
               that
               men
               devise
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               silly
               slights
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               When
               s●mple
               Maids
               they
               would
               intice
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Maidens
               are
               young-mens
               chief
               delights
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               women
               they
               which
               with
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Eyes
               like
               bean●s
               of
               bur●●ng
               Sun
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               And
               men
               once
               caught
               they
               soon
               dispise
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               So
               are
               Shepherds
               oft
               undone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               If
               any
               young
               Man
               win
               a
               Maid
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Happy
               man
               is
               he
               ;
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               By
               trusting
               him
               she
               is
               betray'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Fye
               upon
               such
               treachery
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               If
               maids
               witch
               young-men
               with
               their
               guiles
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               guiters
               grief
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               They
               deal
               like
               weeping
               Crocodiles
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               That
               murther
               men
               without
               relief
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               I
               know
               a
               silly
               Country
               Hind
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               silly
               Swain
               !
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               To
               whom
               fair
               Daphne
               proved
               kind
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Was
               he
               not
               kind
               to
               her
               again
               :
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               He
               vow'd
               to
               Pan
               with
               many
               an
               Dath
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               Shepherds
               God
               is
               he
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               Yet
               since
               he
               hath
               chang'd
               &
               broke
               his
               ruth
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Troth
               plight
               broke
               ,
               will
               plagued
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               She
               had
               deceived
               many
               a
               Swain
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Fye
               upon
               false
               deceit
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               And
               plighted
               troth
               to
               them
               in
               vain
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               There
               can
               be
               no
               grief
               more
               great
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               Her
               measure
               was
               with
               measure
               paid
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               equal
               need
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               She
               was
               beguiled
               ,
               that
               was
               betray'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               So
               shall
               all
               deceivers
               speed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               If
               ever
               Maid
               were
               like
               to
               me
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               hard
               of
               heart
               !
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Both
               Love
               and
               Lovers
               scorn'd
               should
               be
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Scorners
               should
               be
               sure
               of
               smart
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               If
               every
               Maid
               were
               of
               my
               mind
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               lovely
               sweet
               !
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               They
               to
               their
               Lovers
               should
               prove
               kind
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Kindness
               is
               for
               maidens
               meet
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Methinks
               Love
               is
               an
               idle
               toy
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               busie
               pain
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Both
               wit
               and
               sense
               it
               doth
               annoy
               ,
            
          
           
             
               ●h
               .
            
             
               Both
               wit
               and
               sense
               thereby
               we
               gain
               :
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               Tush
               Phillis
               ,
               cease
               ,
               be
               not
               so
               coy
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Hey
               ho
               ,
               hey
               ho
               ,
               my
               disdain
               !
            
          
           
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               I
               know
               you
               Love
               a
               Shepherds
               Boy
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Fye
               on
               that
               woman
               so
               can
               feign
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Well
               ,
               Amarillis
               ,
               now
               I
               yield
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Shepherd
               sweetly
               pipe
               aloud
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Love
               conquers
               both
               in
               town
               and
               field
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Like
               a
               Tyrant
               fierce
               and
               proud
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Am.
               
            
             
               The
               Evening-star
               is
               up
               we
               see
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               Vesper
               shines
               ,
               we
               must
               away
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ph.
               
            
             
               Would
               every
               Lady
               would
               agree
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Sh.
               
            
             
               So
               we
               endour
               Round-delay
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             2.
             
             Of
             Patient
             Grissel
             and
             a
             Noble
             Marquess
             ,
             Tune
             is
             ,
             
               The
               Brides
               Good
               morrow
            
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Noble
               Marquess
               as
               he
               did
               ride
               a
               hunting
               ,
            
             
               hard
               by
               a
               River
               side
               ,
            
             
               A
               proper
               Maiden
               as
               she
               did
               sit
               a
               spinning
               ,
            
             
               his
               gentle
               eye
               espy'd
               :
            
             
               ●ost
               fair
               and
               lovely
               ,
               and
               of
               comely
               grace
               was
               she
               ,
            
             
               although
               in
               simple
               attire
               ,
            
             
               She
               sang
               most
               sweet
               with
               pleasant
               voice
               melodi-ously
               ,
            
             
               which
               set
               the
               Lords
               heart
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               The
               more
               he
               look●
               the
               more
               he
               might
               ,
            
             
               Beauty
               bred
               his
               hearts
               delight
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               this
               dainty
               Damosel
               he
               went
               :
            
             
               God
               speed
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               thou
               famous
               flower
               ,
            
             
               fair
               Mistris
               of
               this
               homely
               Bower
               ,
            
             
               where
               love
               &
               vertue
               lives
               with
               sweet
               content
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               comely
               gesture
               ,
               &
               mod●st
               fine
               behaviour
               ,
            
             
               she
               had
               him
               welcome
               then
               ,
            
             
               She
               entertain'd
               him
               in
               faithful
               friendship
               manner
            
             
               and
               all
               his
               Gentlemen
               :
            
             
             
               The
               Noble
               Marquess
               in
               his
               heart
               felt
               such
               fla●●
            
             
               which
               set
               his
               seases
               all
               at
               strife
               ;
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               ,
               fair
               Maiden
               ,
               shew
               me
               soon
               what
               is
               th●
               na●e
            
             
               I
               mean
               to
               take
               thee
               to
               my
               wife●
            
             
               Grissel
               is
               my
               name
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               For
               unfit
               for
               your
               degree
               ,
            
             
               a
               silly
               Maiden
               and
               of
               Parents
               poor
               :
            
             
               Nay
               Grissel
               ,
               thou
               art
               rich
               he
               said
               ,
            
             
               A
               vertuous
               ,
               fair
               ,
               and
               comely
               Maid
               ,
            
             
               grant
               me
               thy
               love
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               ask
               no
               more
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               she
               consented
               ,
               &
               being
               ●oth
               con●ented
               ,
            
             
               they
               married
               were
               with
               speed
               ;
            
             
               Her
               country
               russet
               was
               t●r●
               ?
               〈◊〉
               silk
               and
               〈◊〉
            
             
               as
               to
               her
               state
               agreed
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               that
               she
               was
               trinity
               tyrd●
               in
               the
               shine
               ,
            
             
               her
               beauty
               shined
               most
               bright
               ;
            
             
               Far
               staming
               every
               other
               brave
               &
               〈…〉
            
             
               that
               did
               appear
               in
               her
               sight
               :
            
             
               Many
               env●●d
               her
               theref●re
               ,
            
             
               Because
               she
               〈…〉
            
             
               and
               '
               〈…〉
               you
               great
               ●ti●e
               old
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Some
               said
               th●●
               ,
               and
               〈…〉
               that
               ,
            
             
               Some
               did
               call
               her
               Beggers
               brat
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               her
               Lord
               they
               would
               〈◊〉
               ●ispraise
               .
            
          
           
             
               ●
               noble
               Ma●qu●s●●i●th
               they
               〈…〉
               wrong
            
             
               thus
               basely
               for
               to
               wed
               ;
            
             
             
               That
               might
               have
               gotten
               an
               honourable
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               into
               your
               Princely
               Bed
               :
            
             
               ●ho
               will
               not
               now
               your
               noble
               issue
               still
               deri●e
               ,
            
             
               which
               shall
               be
               hereafter
               born
               ;
            
             
               That
               are
               of
               blood
               so
               base
               by
               the
               Mothers
               side
               ,
            
             
               the
               which
               will
               bring
               them
               to
               scorn
               .
            
             
               But
               her
               therefore
               quite
               away
               ,
            
             
               Take
               to
               you
               a
               Lady
               gay
               ,
            
             
               whereby
               your
               Linage
               may
               renowned
               be
               ;
            
             
               Thus
               every
               day
               they
               seem'd
               to
               prate
               ,
            
             
               That
               mali●'d
               Grissels
               good
               estate
               ,
            
             
               who
               took
               all
               this
               most
               mild
               and
               patiently
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               that
               the
               Marquess
               did
               see
               that
               they
               ●er●
               bent
               thus
            
             
               against
               his
               faithful
               wife
               ,
            
             
               Who
               most
               dearly
               ,
               tenderly
               ,
               and
               intirely
               ,
            
             
               he
               loved
               as
               his
               life
               :
            
             
               ●inding
               in
               secret
               for
               to
               prove
               her
               patient
               heart
               ,
            
             
               thereby
               her
               foes
               to
               disgrace
               ;
            
             
               Thinking
               to
               play
               a
               hard
               discourteous
               part
               ,
            
             
               that
               men
               might
               pitty
               her
               case
               :
            
             
               Great
               with
               child
               this
               Lady
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               length
               it
               came
               to
               pass
               ,
            
             
               two
               goodly
               Children
               at
               one
               birth
               she
               had
               ;
            
             
               A
               Son
               and
               Daughter
               God
               had
               sent
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               their
               Father
               well
               content
               ,
            
             
               and
               which
               did
               make
               their
               Mothers
               heart
               〈◊〉
               glad
               .
            
             
             
               Great
               Royal
               feasting
               ,
               were
               at
               these
               Childrens
               Christning
               ,
            
             
               and
               Princely
               triumph
               made
               ,
            
             
               Six
               weeks
               together
               ,
               all
               Nobles
               that
               came
               thither
            
             
               were
               entertain'd
               and
               staid
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               when
               that
               all
               these
               pleasant
               sportings
               quite
               were
               done
               ,
            
             
               the
               Marquess
               a
               Messenger
               sent
               ,
            
             
               For
               his
               young
               daughter
               ,
               &
               his
               pritty
               smilling
               son
            
             
               declaring
               his
               full
               intent
               :
            
             
               Now
               that
               th●
               Babes
               must
               ●●●thered
               be
               ,
            
             
               For
               so
               the
               Marquess
               did
               decree
               ,
            
             
               come
               let
               me
               have
               the
               Children
               he
               said
               ,
            
             
               With
               that
               fair
               Grissel
               wept
               f●ll
               sore
               ,
            
             
               She
               wrung
               her
               hands
               and
               said
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               my
               gracious
               Lord
               must
               have
               his
               will
               obey'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               took
               the
               Babies
               ,
               from
               the
               nursing
               Ladies
               ,
            
             
               between
               her
               tender
               arms
               ,
            
             
               She
               often
               wishes
               ,
               with
               many
               sorrowful
               kisses
               ,
            
             
               that
               she
               might
               help
               their
               h●●●s
            
             
               Farewel
               ,
               quoth
               ●●e
               ,
               my
               Children
               dear
               ,
            
             
               never
               shall
               I
               see
               you
               again
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               long
               of
               me
               ,
               your
               sad
               &
               wo●●
               mother
               dear
               ,
            
             
               for
               whose
               sake
               you
               must
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Had
               I
               been
               born
               of
               Royal
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               You
               might
               have
               liv'd
               in
               happy
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               but
               now
               you
               must
               dye
               for
               my
               unworthiness
               .
            
             
               Come
               messenger
               of
               Death
               ,
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Take
               my
               despised
               Babes
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
             
               and
               to
               their
               Father
               my
               complained
               express
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               took
               the
               Children
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               Noble
               Master
            
             
               he
               brought
               them
               forth
               with
               speed
               ;
            
             
               Who
               secretly
               sent
               them
               unto
               a
               Noble
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               to
               be
               nurst
               up
               indeed
               :
            
             
               Then
               to
               fair
               Grissel
               with
               a
               heavy
               heart
               he
               goes
               ,
            
             
               where
               she
               sat
               mildly
               all
               alone
               ,
            
             
               A
               pleasant
               gesture
               and
               a
               lovely
               look
               the
               shews
               ,
            
             
               as
               if
               grief
               she
               had
               never
               known
               :
            
             
               (
               〈◊〉
               he
               )
               my
               Children
               now
               are
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               What
               thinks
               fair
               Grissel
               of
               the
               same
            
             
               sweet
               Grissel
               now
               declare
               thy
               〈◊〉
               me
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               you
               my
               Lord
               are
               pleas'd
               with
               it
               ,
            
             
               〈◊〉
               Grissel
               〈…〉
            
             
               both
               I
               and
               〈…〉
            
          
           
             
               My
               Nobles
               〈◊〉
               ,
               fair
               Grissel
               at
               thy
               honour
            
             
               and
               I
               no
               joy
               can
               have
               ;
            
             
               Till
               thou
               be
               〈…〉
            
             
               as
               they
               unjustly
               〈◊〉
               :
            
             
               Thou
               must
               be
               〈◊〉
               out
               of
               the
               〈◊〉
               Garments
               ,
            
             
               and
               as
               thou
               came●●
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               ●n
               homely
               gray
               ,
               〈…〉
            
             
               now
               all
               thy
               cloathing
               must
               be
            
             
               My
               Lady
               〈…〉
            
             
               Nor
               I
               thy
               Lord
               〈…〉
            
             
               the
               poorest
               life
               must
               now
               content
               thy
               mind
               ;
            
             
             
               A
               Great
               to
               thee
               I
               may
               not
               give
               ,
            
             
               Thee
               to
               maintain
               while
               I
               do
               live
               ,
            
             
               against
               my
               Grissel
               such
               great
               foes
               I
               find
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               gentle
               Grissel
               heard
               these
               woeful
               tydings
            
             
               the
               tears
               stood
               in
               her
               eyes
               ;
            
             
               She
               nothing
               said
               ,
               no
               words
               of
               discontentment
            
             
               did
               from
               her
               lips
               arise
               :
            
             
               Her
               velvet
               Gown
               most
               patiently
               she
               stript
               off
               ,
            
             
               her
               Girdle
               of
               Silk
               of
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               Her
               russet
               gown
               was
               brought
               again
               with
               many
               a
               scoff
               ,
            
             
               to
               bear
               them
               all
               her self
               did
               frame
               :
            
             
               When
               she
               was
               drest
               in
               this
               array
               ,
            
             
               And
               ready
               was
               to
               part
               away
               ,
            
             
               God
               send
               long
               life
               unto
               my
               Lord
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ;
            
             
               Let
               no
               offence
               he
               sound
               in
               this
               ,
            
             
               to
               give
               my
               Lord
               a
               parting
               kiss
               ;
            
             
               with
               watry
               eyes
               ,
               farewel
               my
               dear
               ,
               quoth
               he
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               stately
               Pallace
               unto
               her
               Fathers
               Cottage
            
             
               poor
               Grissel
               now
               is
               gone
               ;
            
             
               Full
               fifteen
               winters
               she
               liv'd
               there
               contented
               ,
            
             
               no
               wrong
               she
               thought
               upon
               :
            
             
               And
               at
               that
               time
               through
               all
               the
               land
               the
               speeches
               went
               ,
            
             
               the
               Marquess
               should
               married
               be
            
             
               Unto
               a
               Noble
               Lady
               of
               high
               descent
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               the
               same
               all
               parties
               did
               agree
               :
            
             
               The
               Marquess
               sent
               for
               Grissel
               fair
               ,
            
             
             
               The
               Brides
               Bed-chamber
               to
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               that
               nothing
               should
               therein
               he
               found
               awry
               :
            
             
               The
               Bride
               was
               with
               her
               Brother
               come
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               great
               joy
               to
               all
               and
               some
               ,
            
             
               and
               Grissel
               took
               all
               this
               most
               patiently
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               in
               the
               morning
               when
               that
               they
               should
               be
               wedded
            
             
               her
               patience
               now
               was
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               Grissel
               was
               charged
               ,
               in
               Princely
               manner
               ,
            
             
               for
               to
               attire
               the
               Bride
               :
            
             
               ●ost
               willingly
               she
               gave
               consent
               unto
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               the
               Bride
               in
               her
               bravery
               was
               drest
               ,
            
             
               And
               presently
               the
               noble
               Marquess
               thither
               came
               ,
            
             
               with
               all
               the
               Ladies
               at
               his
               request
               :
            
             
               Oh
               Grissel
               I
               would
               ask
               be
               thee
               ,
            
             
               ●●
               to
               this
               Match
               thou
               would'&
               agree
               ,
            
             
               methinks
               thy
               looks
               〈◊〉
               wared
               wondrous
               coy
               :
            
             
               ●●ith
               that
               they
               all
               began
               to
               smile
               ,
            
             
               And
               Grissel
               she
               replies
               the
               while
               ,
            
             
               God
               send
               Lord
               Marquess
               many
               years
               of
               joy
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Marquess
               was
               moved
               ,
               to
               see
               his
               best
               beloved
            
             
               thus
               patient
               in
               distress
               ,
            
             
               ●●
               stept
               unto
               her
               ,
               and
               by
               the
               hand
               he
               took
               her
               ,
            
             
               these
               words
               he
               did
               express
               :
            
             
               ●●u
               art
               the
               bride
               ,
               &
               all
               the
               brides
               I
               mean
               to
               have
            
             
               these
               two
               thy
               own
               Children
               be
               ,
            
             
               〈◊〉
               youthful
               Lady
               on
               her
               knees
               did
               blessing
               crave
               ,
            
             
             
               the
               Brother
               as
               willing
               as
               she
               :
            
             
               And
               you
               that
               envy
               her
               estate
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               have
               made
               my
               loving
               Mate
               ,
            
             
               now
               blu●●
               for
               shame
               ,
               and
               honor
               vertusus
               life
               :
            
             
               The
               Chronicles
               of
               lasting
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               evermore
               〈…〉
            
             
               of
               Patient
               Grissel
               my
               most
               constant
               wife
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             pleasant
             Dialogue
             between
             plain
             Truth
             ,
             and
             blind
             Ignorance
             .
          
           
             
               Truth
            
             
               GD
               speed
               you
               aged
               Father
            
             
               〈…〉
            
             
               What
               is
               〈…〉
            
             
               so
               sadly
               he●●
               you
               stay
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               you
               keep
               such
               〈◊〉
            
             
               on
               this
               decayed
               place
               ;
            
             
               The
               which
               for
               Superstition
               ,
            
             
               good
               Princes
               down
               did
               raze
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               I
               hill
               tell
               thee
               by
               my
               vazen
               ,
            
             
               that
               ●omtimes
               she
               have
               known
               ,
            
             
               A
               vair
               and
               goodly
               Abbey
               ,
            
             
               stand
               here
               of
               Brick
               and
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               holy
               ●rier
               ,
            
             
             
               as
               ich
               may
               zay
               to
               thee
               :
            
             
               Within
               these
               goodly
               Cloysters
               ,
            
             
               che
               did
               vull
               often
               zee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               Then
               I
               must
               tell
               thee
               ,
               Father
               ,
            
             
               in
               truth
               and
               verity
               ;
            
             
               A
               sort
               of
               greater
               ,
               Hypocrites
               ,
            
             
               thou
               could'st
               not
               likely
               see
               :
            
             
               Deceiving
               of
               the
               simple
               ,
            
             
               with
               false
               and
               feigned
               lies
               ;
            
             
               But
               such
               an
               order
               truly
               ,
            
             
               Christ
               did
               never
               devise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               Ah
               ,
               ah
               ,
               che
               zmell
               thee
               now
               man
               ,
            
             
               che
               know
               well
               what
               thou
               art
               ;
            
             
               A
               vellow
               of
               new
               Learning
               ,
            
             
               che
               wis
               not
               worth
               a
               vart
               :
            
             
               Nor
               when
               we
               had
               the
               old
               Law
               ,
            
             
               a
               merry
               world
               was
               then
               ;
            
             
               And
               every
               thing
               was
               plenty
               ,
            
             
               among
               all
               zorts
               of
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               Thou
               givest
               me
               an
               answer
               ,
            
             
               as
               did
               the
               Jews
               sometimes
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Prophet
               Jeremy
               ,
            
             
               when
               he
               accus'd
               their
               crimes
               :
            
             
               'T
               was
               merry
               (
               said
               the
               people
               )
            
             
               and
               joyful
               in
               our
               Realm
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               did
               offer
               Spice
               Cakes
            
             
               unto
               the
               Queen
               of
               Heaven
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               〈◊〉
               tell
               thee
               what
               good
               vellow
               ,
            
             
               before
               the
               Vicars
               went
               hence
               ,
            
             
               A
               Bushell
               of
               the
               best
               Wheat
               ,
            
             
               was
               zould
               for
               vourteen
               pence
               :
            
             
               And
               vorty
               Eggs
               a
               penny
               ,
            
             
               that
               were
               both
               good
               and
               new
               ;
            
             
               And
               this
               zhe
               zay
               my
               zelf
               have
               zeen
               ,
            
             
               and
               yet
               ich
               am
               no
               Jew
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               Within
               the
               sacred
               Bible
               ,
            
             
               we
               find
               it
               written
               plain
               ;
            
             
               The
               latter
               days
               should
               troublesome
            
             
               and
               dangerous
               be
               certain
               :
            
             
               That
               we
               should
               be
               self
               lovers
               ,
            
             
               and
               Charity
               war
               cold
               ,
            
             
               Then
               't
               is
               not
               true
               Religion
            
             
               that
               makes
               the
               grief
               to
               hold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               I
               hill
               tell
               thee
               my
               opinion
               plain
               ,
            
             
               and
               choul
               that
               well
               ye
               knew
               ;
            
             
               Ich
               care
               not
               for
               the
               Bible
               Book
               ,
            
             
               't
               is
               too
               big
               to
               be
               true
               :
            
             
               Our
               blessed
               Ladies
               Psalter
               ,
            
             
               zhall
               for
               my
               Money
               go
               ;
            
             
               Zuch
               pritty
               Prayers
               as
               there
               be
               ,
            
             
             
               the
               Bible
               cannot
               zhew
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               Now
               hast
               thou
               spoken
               truly
               ,
            
             
               for
               in
               that
               Book
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               No
               mention
               of
               our
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               or
               Romish
               Saint
               we
               read
               :
            
             
               For
               by
               the
               blessed
               Spirit
               ,
            
             
               that
               Book
               indited
               was
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               by
               simple
               Persons
               ,
            
             
               as
               is
               the
               foolish
               Mass.
               
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               C
               ham
               zure
               they
               are
               not
               voolish
               ,
            
             
               that
               made
               the
               Pass
               the
               trow
               ;
            
             
               Why
               man
               ?
               't
               is
               all
               in
               Latine
               ,
            
             
               and
               Vools
               no
               Latine
               know
               :
            
             
               Here
               not
               our
               Wathers
               wise
               men
               ,
            
             
               and
               they
               did
               like
               it
               well
               ?
            
             
               Who
               very
               much
               rejoyced
            
             
               to
               hear
               the
               zoering
               Bell.
               
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               But
               many
               Kings
               and
               Prophets
               ,
            
             
               as
               I
               may
               say
               to
               thee
               ;
            
             
               Have
               wisht
               the
               Light
               that
               you
               have
               ,
            
             
               and
               could
               it
               never
               see
               .
            
             
               For
               what
               art
               thou
               the
               better
               ,
            
             
               a
               Latine
               Song
               to
               hear
               ;
            
             
               And
               understandest
               nothing
               ,
            
             
               that
               they
               sing
               in
               the
               Quire
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               O
               hold
               thy
               peace
               ,
               che
               pray
               thee
               ,
            
             
               the
               noise
               was
               passing
               tr●●
               ;
            
             
               To
               hear
               the
               Uriers
               zinging
               ,
            
             
               as
               we
               did
               enter
               in
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               to
               see
               the
               Roodlo●●
            
             
               zo
               bravely
               zet
               with
               Zain●●
            
             
               And
               now
               to
               zee
               them
               wandring
               ,
            
             
               my
               heart
               with
               zorrow●●●nce
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               did
               give
               Commandment
            
             
               no
               Image
               thou
               〈…〉
            
             
               Nor
               that
               unto
               〈◊〉
            
             
               you
               should
               your self
               〈◊〉
            
             
               The
               Golden
               Cale
               of
               Israel
               ,
            
             
               Moses
               did
               therefore
               〈◊〉
            
             
               And
               Baals
               Priests
               and
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               he
               brought
               to
               utter
               foil
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               But
               our
               Lady
               of
               Walsingham
               ,
            
             
               was
               a
               pure
               and
               holy
               〈◊〉
            
             
               And
               many
               men
               in
               Pilgrimage
               ,
            
             
               did
               shew
               to
               her
               Complaint
               :
            
             
               Yea
               zweet
               
                 Thomas
                 Becket
              
            
             
               and
               many
               others
               more
               ,
            
             
               The
               Holy
               Maid
               of
               Kent
               〈◊〉
            
             
               did
               many
               wonders
               zhew
               zor
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               Such
               Saints
               are
               well
               agreeing
               ,
            
             
               to
               your
               profession
               sure
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               men
               that
               made
               them
               ,
            
             
               so
               precious
               and
               pure
               :
            
             
               The
               one
               was
               found
               a
               Traytor
               ,
            
             
               and
               judged
               worthy
               death
            
             
               The
               other
               eke
               for
               Treason
               ;
            
             
               did
               end
               his
               hateful
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               yea
               ,
               it
               is
               no
               matter
               ,
            
             
               dispraise
               them
               how
               you
               will
               ;
            
             
               But
               〈◊〉
               they
               did
               much
               goodness
               ,
            
             
               when
               they
               were
               with
               ●s
               still
               :
            
             
               We
               had
               our
               Holy
               water
               ,
            
             
               and
               Holy
               Bread
               likewise
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               Holy
               Reliques
               ,
            
             
               we
               zay
               before
               our
               eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Truth
               .
            
             
               And
               all
               this
               while
               they
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               with
               vain
               and
               sundry
               shows
               ,
            
             
               Which
               never
               Christ
               commanded
               ,
            
             
               as
               learned
               Doctors
               knows
               :
            
             
               Search
               then
               the
               Holy
               Scriptures
               ,
            
             
               and
               thou
               shalt
               plainly
               se●
               ,
            
             
               That
               headlong
               to
               damnation
               ,
            
             
               they
               always
               trained
               th●e
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Ignorance
               .
            
             
               If
               it
               be
               true
               good
               vellow
               ,
            
             
               as
               thou
               dost
               zay
               to
               me
               ;
            
             
               Then
               to
               my
               Zabiour
               Iesus
               ,
            
             
               alone
               then
               will
               I
               flye
               :
            
             
               Believing
               in
               the
               Gospel
               ,
            
             
               and
               passion
               of
               his
               Zon
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               zubtile
               Papists
               ,
            
             
               ich
               for
               ever
               done
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             3.
             
             The
             overthrow
             of
             proud
             Holofornes
             and
             the
             Triumph
             of
             vertuous
             Queen
             Iudith
             .
          
           
             
               WHen
               King
               Nebuchadnezzar
            
             
               was
               puffed
               up
               with
               pride
               ;
            
             
               We
               sent
               forth
               many
               men
               of
               War
               ,
            
             
               by
               Holofornes
               guide
               :
            
             
               To
               plague
               and
               spoil
               the
               world
               throughout
               ,
            
             
               by
               fierce
               Bellona's
               Rod
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               not
               fear
               and
               honour
               him
               ,
            
             
               and
               acknowledge
               him
               their
               God.
               
            
          
           
             
               Which
               when
               the
               Holy
               Israelites
            
             
               did
               truly
               understand
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               prevent
               his
               tyranny
               ,
            
             
               they
               fortisied
               their
               Land
               :
            
             
             
               Their
               Towns
               and
               stately
               Cities
               strong
               ,
            
             
               they
               did
               with
               Victuals
               store
               ;
            
             
               Their
               warlike
               Weapons
               they
               prepar'd
               ,
            
             
               their
               furious
               Foe
               to
               gore
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               stately
               Holofornes
               then
               ,
            
             
               had
               knowledge
               of
               that
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               had
               thus
               prepar'd
               themselves
               ,
            
             
               for
               to
               withstand
               the
               King
               :
            
             
               Quoth
               he
               ,
               what
               God
               is
               able
               now
               ,
            
             
               to
               keep
               these
               men
               from
               me
               ?
            
             
               Is
               there
               a
               greater
               then
               our
               King
               ,
            
             
               whom
               all
               men
               fear
               to
               see
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Come
               march
               with
               me
               ,
               therefore
               he
               said
               ,
            
             
               my
               Captains
               every
               one
               ;
            
             
               And
               first
               unto
               Bethulia
               ,
            
             
               with
               speed
               let
               us
               be
               gone
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               destroy
               each
               Mothers
               Son
            
             
               that
               is
               within
               the
               Land
               ;
            
             
               Their
               God
               shall
               not
               deliver
               them
               ,
            
             
               out
               of
               my
               furious
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Wherefore
               about
               Bethulia
               ,
            
             
               that
               little
               City
               then
               ;
            
             
               On
               foot
               he
               planted
               up
               and
               down
               ,
            
             
               an
               hundred
               thousand
               men
               :
            
             
               Twelve
               t●ousand
               more
               on
               Horses
               brave
            
             
             
               about
               the
               Town
               had
               he
               ▪
            
             
               He
               stopt
               their
               springs
               and
               water-pipes
               ,
            
             
               to
               work
               their
               misery
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               four
               and
               thirty
               days
               they
               had
               ,
            
             
               with
               wars
               besieged
               been
               ;
            
             
               The
               poor
               Bethulians
               at
               that
               time
               ,
            
             
               so
               thirsty
               then
               were
               seen
               :
            
             
               That
               they
               were
               like
               to
               starve
               and
               dye
               ,
            
             
               they
               were
               both
               weak
               and
               faint
               ,
            
             
               The
               People
               against
               the
               Rulers
               cry
               ,
            
             
               and
               thus
               was
               their
               Complaint
               .
            
          
           
             
               Better
               it
               is
               for
               us
               ,
               quoth
               they
               ,
            
             
               to
               yield
               unto
               our
               Foe
               ,
            
             
               Then
               by
               this
               great
               and
               grievous
               thirst
               ,
            
             
               to
               be
               destroyed
               so
               :
            
             
               O
               render
               up
               the
               Town
               therefore
               ,
            
             
               we
               are
               forsaken
               quite
               :
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               means
               to
               escape
               these
               hands
               ,
            
             
               who
               might
               escape
               their
               might
               ?
            
          
           
             
               When
               as
               their
               grievous
               Rulers
               heard
               ,
            
             
               the
               Clamours
               which
               they
               made
               ▪
            
             
               Good
               people
               be
               content
               ,
               said
               they
               ,
            
             
               and
               be
               no
               whit
               dismaid
               :
            
             
               Yet
               five
               days
               stay
               in
               hope
               of
               health
               ,
            
             
               God
               will
               regard
               your
               woe
               ;
            
             
             
               But
               if
               by
               then
               ,
               no
               succour
               come
               ,
            
             
               we
               'l
               yield
               unto
               our
               Foe
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               Judith
               (
               prudent
               Princely
               Dame
               )
            
             
               had
               tydings
               of
               this
               thing
               ;
            
             
               Which
               was
               Manasses
               beautous
               ●osse
               ,
            
             
               that
               sometimes
               was
               their
               King
               ;
            
             
               Why
               tempt
               ye
               God
               so
               sore
               ,
               she
               said
               ,
            
             
               before
               all
               men
               this
               day
               ;
            
             
               Whom
               mortal
               men
               in
               Conscience
               ought
               ,
            
             
               to
               fear
               and
               eke
               obey
               ?
            
          
           
             
               If
               you
               will
               grant
               me
               leave
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               to
               pass
               abroad
               this
               night
               ,
            
             
               To
               Holofornes
               I
               will
               go
               ,
            
             
               for
               all
               his
               furious
               might
               :
            
             
               But
               what
               I
               there
               intend
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               enquire
               not
               now
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               Go
               then
               in
               peace
               ,
               fait
               Dame
               ,
               they
               said
               ,
            
             
               and
               God
               be
               still
               with
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               she
               from
               them
               was
               gotten
               ●ome
               ,
            
             
               within
               her
               Pallace
               Gate
               ,
            
             
               She
               called
               to
               her
               the
               chiefest
               Maid
               ,
            
             
               that
               on
               her
               then
               did
               wait
               :
            
             
               Bring
               me
               my
               best
               attire
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               and
               Iewels
               of
               fine
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               And
               wash
               me
               with
               the
               finest
               Balmes
               ,
            
             
             
               that
               are
               of
               Silver
               sold.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               fairest
               and
               the
               richest
               Robe
               ,
            
             
               that
               then
               she
               did
               possess
               ;
            
             
               Upon
               her
               dainty
               Corps
               she
               put
               ,
            
             
               and
               eke
               her
               Hair
               did
               dress
               ,
            
             
               With
               costly
               Pearls
               ,
               and
               precious
               Stones
               ,
            
             
               and
               Ear-rings
               of
               fine
               Gold
               ;
            
             
               That
               like
               an
               Angel
               she
               did
               seem
               ,
            
             
               most
               sweet
               for
               to
               behold
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Pot
               of
               sweet
               and
               pleasant
               Oyl
               ,
            
             
               she
               took
               with
               her
               that
               time
               ;
            
             
               A
               Bag
               of
               Figs
               ,
               and
               fine
               Wheat
               flower
               ,
            
             
               a
               Bottle
               of
               ●ne
               Wine
               ;
            
             
               Because
               she
               would
               not
               eat
               with
               them
               ,
            
             
               that
               woriship
               Gods
               of
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               City
               thus
               she
               went
               ,
            
             
               with
               one
               poor
               maid
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Much
               ground
               alas
               ,
               she
               had
               not
               gone
               ,
            
             
               out
               of
               her
               own
               City
               ;
            
             
               But
               that
               the
               Centinels
               espy'd
               ,
            
             
               a
               woman
               wondrous
               pritty
               :
            
             
               From
               whence
               came
               you
               fair
               Maid
               ,
               quoth
               they
               ,
            
             
               and
               where
               walk
               you
               so
               late
               ?
            
             
               From
               yonder
               Town
               ,
               good
               sir
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               unto
               your
               Lord
               of
               high
               estate
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               When
               they
               did
               mark
               and
               view
               her
               well
               ,
            
             
               and
               saw
               her
               fair
               beauty
               ;
            
             
               And
               therewithal
               her
               rich
               array
               ,
            
             
               so
               gorgeous
               to
               the
               eye
               :
            
             
               They
               were
               amazed
               in
               their
               minds
               ,
            
             
               so
               fair
               a
               Dame
               to
               see
               ;
            
             
               They
               set
               her
               in
               a
               Chariot
               then
               ,
            
             
               in
               place
               of
               high
               degree
               .
            
          
           
             
               An
               hundred
               proper
               chosen
               men
               ,
            
             
               they
               did
               appoint
               likewise
               ;
            
             
               To
               wait
               on
               Princely
               Judith
               there
               ,
            
             
               whose
               beauty
               clear'd
               their
               eyes
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Souldiers
               running
               came
               ,
            
             
               to
               view
               her
               ,
               as
               she
               went
               ;
            
             
               And
               thus
               with
               her
               they
               past
               along
               ,
            
             
               unto
               the
               Generals
               Tent.
               
            
          
           
             
               Then
               came
               this
               stately
               Guard
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               fair
               Judith
               for
               to
               me●t
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               their
               high
               renowned
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               they
               brought
               this
               Lady
               sweet
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               before
               his
               Honour
               ,
            
             
               upon
               her
               knee
               she
               fell
               ;
            
             
               Her
               beauty
               bright
               made
               him
               to
               muse
               ,
            
             
               so
               far
               she
               did
               excell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rise
               up
               Renowned
               Dame
               ,
               quoth
               he
               ,
            
             
             
               the
               glory
               of
               thy
               kind
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               no
               whit
               adasht
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               to
               shew
               me
               thy
               mind
               :
            
             
               UUhen
               she
               had
               uttered
               her
               intent
               ,
            
             
               her
               wit
               amaz'd
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               Holoforness
               therewith
               ,
            
             
               by
               love
               was
               brought
               in
               thrall
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               bearing
               in
               his
               lofty
               breast
               ,
            
             
               the
               flames
               of
               hot
               desire
               ,
            
             
               He
               granted
               every
               thing
               to
               her
               ,
            
             
               she
               did
               of
               him
               require
               :
            
             
               Each
               night
               therefore
               he
               gave
               ●er
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               to
               walk
               abroad
               to
               pray
               :
            
             
               According
               to
               her
               own
               request
               ,
            
             
               which
               she
               had
               made
               that
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               UUhen
               she
               in
               Camp
               had
               three
               days
               been
               ,
            
             
               near
               Holofornes
               Tent
               ,
            
             
               His
               chiefest
               friend
               Lord
               treasurer
               ,
            
             
               unto
               her
               then
               he
               sent
               :
            
             
               Fair
               Dame
               ,
               quoth
               he
               ,
               my
               Lord
               commands
            
             
               this
               Night
               your
               Company
               ,
            
             
               Quoth
               she
               ,
               I
               will
               not
               my
               Lord
            
             
               in
               any
               thing
               deny
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               very
               great
               and
               sumtuous
               Feast
               ,
            
             
               did
               Holofornes
               make
               ,
            
             
             
               Amongst
               the
               Lords
               and
               〈◊〉
            
             
               〈…〉
               Iudiths
               〈◊〉
               ▪
            
             
               But
               of
               their
               dainties
               in
               〈…〉
            
             
               would
               pleasant
               Iudith
               take
               ▪
            
             
               ●et
               Holofornes
               merry
               〈◊〉
            
             
               so
               near
               him
               she
               was
               〈◊〉
            
          
           
             
               And
               being
               very
               pleas●●●ly
               ,
            
             
               disposed
               at
               that
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Ye
               drunk
               with
               them
               〈…〉
               ,
            
             
               of
               strong
               〈…〉
            
             
               So
               that
               his
               strength
               〈…〉
               ,
            
             
               so
               far
               from
               〈…〉
            
             
               They
               laid
               him
               down
               ,
               and
               Judith
               their
            
             
               was
               brought
               unto
               his
               Bed.
               
            
          
           
             
               When
               all
               the
               Doors
               about
               were
               s●ut
               ,
            
             
               and
               every
               one
               was
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Hard
               by
               the
               Pillow
               of
               his
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               his
               Sword
               〈…〉
               dawn
               :
            
             
               Then
               down
               she
               took
               〈…〉
            
             
               to
               〈…〉
               ;
            
             
               She
               cut
               his
               Head
               from
               〈…〉
               quite
               ,
            
             
               and
               gave
               it
               to
               her
               Maid
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               rich
               and
               Golden
               Canopy
               ,
            
             
               that
               hung
               ●●er
               his
               Bed
               ;
            
             
               She
               took
               the
               same
               with
               her
               likewise
               ▪
            
             
             
               with
               Holofornes
               Head
               :
            
             
               And
               thus
               through
               all
               the
               Court
               of
               Guards
               ,
            
             
               she
               escap'd
               clean
               away
               ;
            
             
               None
               did
               her
               stay
               ,
               thinking
               that
               she
            
             
               had
               gone
               forth
               to
               pray
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               she
               had
               past
               ,
               escap'd
               quite
            
             
               the
               danger
               of
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               she
               was
               come
               ,
               near
               unto
            
             
               the
               siedged
               Cities
               wall
               ▪
            
             
               Come
               open
               me
               the
               Gates
               ,
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               our
               Foe
               the
               Lord
               hath
               slain
               ;
            
             
               See
               here
               his
               Head
               within
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               that
               bore
               so
               great
               a
               Fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Upon
               a
               Pole
               they
               pifcht
               his
               Head
               ,
            
             
               that
               all
               men
               might
               it
               spy
               ;
            
             
               And
               o're
               the
               City
               wall
               forthwith
               ,
            
             
               they
               set
               it
               presently
               :
            
             
               Then
               all
               the
               Souldiers
               in
               the
               town
               ,
            
             
               marcht
               forth
               in
               rich
               Array
               ;
            
             
               But
               sure
               their
               Foes
               spy'd
               their
               approach
               ,
            
             
               for
               't
               was
               at
               break
               of
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               running
               hastily
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               their
               General
               out
               of
               Bed
               ;
            
             
               They
               found
               his
               liveless
               Body
               there
               ,
            
             
               but
               clean
               without
               a
               head
               :
            
             
             
               UUhen
               this
               was
               known
               ,
               all
               in
               amaze
               ,
            
             
               they
               fled
               away
               each
               man
               ;
            
             
               They
               left
               their
               tents
               full
               rich
               behind
               ,
            
             
               and
               so
               away
               they
               ran
               .
            
          
           
             
               ●o
               here
               ,
               behold
               ,
               how
               God
               provides
               ,
            
             
               for
               them
               that
               in
               him
               trust
               ;
            
             
               UUhen
               earthly
               hope
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               he
               takes
               us
               from
               the
               dust
               :
            
             
               How
               often
               hath
               our
               Judith
               sav'd
            
             
               and
               kept
               us
               from
               decay
               ;
            
             
               Sainst
               Holofornes
               and
               Pope
               ,
            
             
               as
               may
               he
               seen
               this
               day
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             5.
             
             A
             Princely
             Ditty
             ,
             in
             praise
             of
             the
             English
             ROSE
             .
             Translated
             out
             of
             French.
             
          
           
             
               AMongst
               the
               Princely
               Paragons
               ,
            
             
               Bedeckt
               with
               dainty
               Diamonds
               ;
            
             
               UUithin
               my
               eye
               ,
               none
               doth
               come
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               the
               sweet
               Red
               Rose
               of
               England
               :
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               pass
               in
               bravery
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Flanders
                 ,
                 Spain
              
               ,
               and
               Italy
               ;
            
             
               But
               yet
               the
               famous
               flower
               of
               France
               ,
            
             
               doth
               honour
               the
               Rose
               of
               England
               .
            
             
             
               A
               s
               I
               abroad
               was
               walking
               ,
            
             
               I
               heard
               the
               small
               Birds
               ●●l
               king
               :
            
             
               And
               every
               one
               did
               frau●
               her
               s●ng
               ,
            
             
               in
               praise
               of
               the
               Rose
               of
               England
               .
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Caesar
               may
               vaunt
               of
               Histories
               ,
            
             
               and
               Croesus
               of
               his
               happiness
            
             
               But
               he
               were
               blest
               ,
               that
               may
               hear
               in
               his
               breast
               ,
            
             
               the
               sweet
               Red
               Rose
               of
               England
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               bravest
               Lute
               bring
               hither
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               us
               sing
               together
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               do
               ring
               on
               every
               string
               ,
            
             
               the
               praise
               of
               the
               Rose
               of
               England
               .
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               sweet
               perfumes
               and
               Spices
               ,
            
             
               The
               Wise-men
               brought
               to
               Jesus
               :
            
             
               Did
               never
               smell
               a
               quarter
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               as
               doth
               the
               Rose
               of
               England
               .
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Then
               fair
               and
               Princely
               Flower
               ,
            
             
               That
               ever
               my
               heart
               doth
               power
               :
            
             
               None
               may
               be
               compared
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               which
               art
               the
               fair
               Rose
               of
               England
               .
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             6.
             
             A
             Communication
             between
             Fancy
             and
             desire
             .
          
           
             
               COme
               hither
               ●hepherds
               Swain
               ,
            
             
               Sir
               ,
               what
               do
               you
               require●
            
             
               I
               pray
               thee
               shew
               thy
               Name
               ,
            
             
               my
               name
               is
               fond
               Dellre
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               wast
               thou
               ●ors●
               ,
               Desire
               ●
            
             
               in
               pomp
               and
               pride
               of
               May
               ,
            
             
               By
               whom
               (
               sweet
               Child
               )
               wast
               thou
               〈◊〉
               ?
            
             
               of
               fond
               Conceit
               men
               say
               .
            
          
           
             
               Tell
               me
               ,
               who
               was
               thy
               Nurse
               ?
            
             
               sweet
               Youth
               ,
               and
               sugre●
               joys
               ,
            
             
               What
               was
               thy
               Meat
               and
               dainty
               Food
               ?
            
             
               sad
               sighs
               and
               great
               A●noys
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               had'st
               thou
               for
               to
               Drink
               ?
            
             
               unsavory
               Lovers
               teares
               ,
            
             
               What
               Cradle
               wast
               thou
               rocked
               in
               ?
            
             
               in
               Love
               devoid
               of
               fears
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               lull'd
               thee
               then
               asleep
               ?
            
             
               sweet
               Speech
               ,
               which
               likes
               me
               best
               ,
            
             
               Tell
               me
               where
               is
               thy
               dwelling
               place
               ?
            
             
               in
               gentle
               Hearts
               I
               rest
               .
            
             
             
               What
               thing
               doth
               please
               thee
               most
               ?
            
             
               to
               gaze
               on
               beauty
               still
               :
            
             
               UUhom
               dost
               thou
               think
               to
               be
               thy
               Foe
               ?
            
             
               disdain
               of
               thy
               good-will
               .
            
          
           
             
               Doth
               Company
               displease
               ,
            
             
               ye
               sure
               ,
               many
               a
               one
               ;
            
             
               UUhere
               doth
               desire
               delight
               to
               live
               ?
            
             
               he
               loves
               to
               live
               alone
               :
            
             
               Doth
               either
               time
               or
               Age
               ,
            
             
               bring
               him
               into
               decay
               ?
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               Desire
               both
               lives
               and
               dyes
               ,
            
             
               ten
               thousand
               times
               a
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               fond
               Desires
               farewel
               ,
            
             
               thou
               art
               no
               meat
               for
               me
               ;
            
             
               I
               would
               loath
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               with
               such
               a
               one
               as
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           THIRD
           PART
           OF
           THE
           GARLAND
           of
           GOOD-WILL
           .
        
         
           
             Song
             .
             1.
             
          
           
             
               A
               Maids
               Choice
               ,
               'twixt
               Age
               and
               Youth
               .
            
             
               CRabbed
               Age
               and
               Youth
               ,
            
             
               cannot
               live
               together
               ;
            
             
               Youth
               is
               full
               of
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               Age
               is
               full
               of
               care
               :
            
             
               Youth
               's
               like
               Summers
               morn
               ,
            
             
               Age
               like
               winters
               weather
               ,
            
             
               Youth
               is
               full
               of
               sport
               ,
            
             
               Age's
               breath
               is
               short
               ;
            
             
               Youth
               is
               wild
               ,
               and
               Age
               is
               lame
               :
            
             
               Youth
               is
               hot
               and
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Age
               is
               weak
               and
               cold
               ,
            
             
               Youth
               is
               wild
               ,
               and
               Age
               is
               tame
               ;
            
             
               Age
               I
               do
               abhor
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Youth
               I
               do
               adore
               thee
               ,
            
             
               O
               my
               Love
               ,
               my
               Lord
               is
               Young
               ,
            
             
               Age
               I
               do
               defie
               thee
               ,
            
             
               O
               sweet
               Shepherd
               hye
               thee
               ,
            
             
               for
               methinks
               thou
               stay'st
               too
               long
               .
            
             
               Here
               I
               do
               attend
               ,
            
             
               arm'd
               by
               love
               and
               pleasure
               :
            
             
               UUith
               my
               youthful
               Friend
               ,
            
             
               joyful
               for
               to
               meet
               :
            
             
             
               〈…〉
               ,
            
             
               for
               my
               onely
               treasure
               ,
            
             
               Genus
               sugred
               habit
               ,
            
             
               fancy
               dainty
               sweet
               :
            
             
               Like
               a
               loveing
               wife
               ,
            
             
               So
               lead
               I
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               thirsting
               for
               my
               hearts
               desire
               :
            
             
               Come
               sweet
               Youth
               ,
               I
               pray
            
             
               Away
               Old
               Man
               ,
               away
               ,
            
             
               thou
               canst
               not
               give
               what
               I
               require
               :
            
             
               For
               Old
               Age
               I
               care
               not
               ,
            
             
               Come
               my
               love
               and
               spare
               not
               ,
            
             
               Age
               is
               Feeble
               ,
               Youth
               is
               strong
               ,
            
             
               Age
               I
               do
               defie
               thee
               ,
            
             
               O
               sweet
               Shepherd
               hye
               thee
               ,
            
             
               for
               methinks
               thou
               stay
               ?
               &
               too
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
               Phaebus
               stay
               thy
               Steeds
            
             
               over-swift
               running
               ;
            
             
               Drive
               not
               on
               so
               fast
               ,
            
             
               bright
               resplendant
               Sun
               :
            
             
               For
               fair
               Dapnes
               sake
               ,
            
             
               now
               express
               thy
               running
               :
            
             
               Pitty
               on
               me
               take
               ,
            
             
               else
               I
               am
               undone
               ;
            
             
               Your
               hours
               swift
               of
               flight
               ,
            
             
               That
               waste
               with
               Titans
               sight
               ,
            
             
               and
               so
               consu●ie
               the
               chearful
               ●oy
               ;
            
             
             
               O
               stay
               a
               while
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               Till
               I
               my
               Love
               may
               see
               ;
            
             
               O
               Youth
               thou
               dost
               so
               long
               delay
               :
            
             
               Time
               will
               over
               slip
               us
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               pleasure
               trip
               us
               :
            
             
               come
               away
               therefore
               with
               〈◊〉
               :
            
             
               I
               would
               not
               lose
               an
               hour
               ,
            
             
               For
               fair
               Londons
               Tower
               ,
            
             
               Genus
               therefore
               help
               my
               〈◊〉
            
          
           
             
               
               Flora's
               Banks
               are
               spread
               ,
            
             
               in
               their
               rich
               attire
               ,
            
             
               With
               their
               dainty
               Uiolet
               ,
            
             
               and
               the
               Pri●●rose
               sweet
               :
            
             
               Dazies
               white
               and
               red
               ,
            
             
               fitting
               Youths
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               the
               Daffadilly
               ,
            
             
               and
               the
               Cowslip
               meet
               :
            
             
               All
               for
               youths
               de●ire
               ,
            
             
               Their
               fresh
               Colours
               move
               ,
            
             
               in
               the
               Meadows
               green
               an●
               〈◊〉
               :
            
             
               The
               Birds
               with
               sweeter
               Ro●ts
               ▪
            
             
               Do
               strain
               their
               pritty
               throats
               ,
            
             
               to
               entertain
               my
               love
               this
               way
               .
            
             
               I
               with
               twenty
               wishes
               ,
            
             
               And
               an
               hundred
               kisses
               ,
            
             
               would
               receive
               him
               by
               the
               hand
               :
            
             
               If
               he
               gave
               not
               me
               a
               fall
               ,
            
             
             
               I
               would
               him
               Coward
               call
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               unto
               my
               word
               would
               stand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lo
               where
               he
               appears
               ,
            
             
               like
               young
               Adonis
               ,
            
             
               Ready
               to
               set
               on
               fire
               ,
            
             
               the
               chasest
               heart
               alive
               ,
            
             
               Jewel
               of
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               welcome
               where
               thine
               own
               is
               :
            
             
               Pleasant
               are
               thy
               looks
               ,
            
             
               sorrows
               to
               deprive
               ;
            
             
               Embrasing
               thy
               Darling
               Dear
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               doubtful
               fear
               ;
            
             
               on
               thy
               command
               I
               wholly
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Do
               what
               thou
               wilt
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               Therein
               I
               agree
               ,
            
             
               and
               be
               not
               strange
               to
               my
               request
               :
            
             
               To
               Youth
               I
               only
               yield
               ,
            
             
               Age
               fits
               not
               Venus
               field
               :
            
             
               though
               I
               be
               conquered
               what
               care
               I
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               pleasant
               war
               ,
            
             
               Come
               meet
               me
               if
               you
               dare
               ,
            
             
               who
               first
               mislikes
               ,
               let
               them
               cry
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               AS
               you
               came
               from
               the
               Holy
               Land
               ,
            
             
               of
               Walsingham
               ;
            
             
               Met
               you
               not
               with
               my
               true
               Love
               ,
            
             
             
               by
               the
               way
               as
               you
               came
               ?
            
             
               How
               should
               I
               know
               your
               true
               Love
               ,
            
             
               that
               have
               met
               many
               a
               one
               ;
            
             
               As
               I
               came
               from
               the
               Holy
               Land
               ,
            
             
               that
               have
               come
               ,
               that
               have
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               is
               neither
               white
               nor
               Brown
               ,
            
             
               but
               as
               the
               Heavens
               fair
               ;
            
             
               There
               is
               none
               hath
               a
               Form
               so
               Divine
               ,
            
             
               on
               the
               Earth
               ,
               in
               the
               Air
               :
            
             
               Such
               a
               one
               did
               I
               meet
               (
               good
               sir
               )
            
             
               with
               Angel-like
               Face
               ;
            
             
               UUho
               like
               a
               Queen
               did
               appear
               ;
            
             
               in
               her
               Gate
               ,
               in
               her
               Grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               She
               hath
               left
               me
               here
               all
               alone
               ,
            
             
               all
               alone
               and
               unknown
               ,
            
             
               UUho
               sometimes
               lov'd
               me
               as
               her
               life
               ,
            
             
               and
               called
               me
               her
               own
               :
            
             
               UUhat's
               the
               cause
               she
               hath
               left
               thee
               alone
               ,
               .
            
             
               and
               a
               new
               way
               doth
               take
               ,
            
             
               That
               sometime
               did
               love
               thee
               as
               her self
               ,
            
             
               and
               her
               joy
               did
               thee
               make
               ?
            
          
           
             
               I
               loved
               her
               all
               my
               youth
               ,
            
             
               but
               now
               am
               Old
               as
               you
               see
               ,
            
             
               Love
               liketh
               not
               the
               Falling
               Fruit
               ,
            
             
               nor
               the
               withered
               tree
               :
            
             
             
               For
               Love
               is
               ●
               careless
               Child
               ,
            
             
               and
               forgets
               Promise
               past
               ;
            
             
               He
               is
               blind
               ,
               he
               is
               not
               deaf
               ,
               when
               he
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               and
               in
               Faith
               never
               fast
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               love
               is
               a
               great
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               a
               tru●●less
               joy
               ,
            
             
               he
               is
               won
               with
               a
               word
               of
               Despair
               ;
            
             
               And
               is
               lost
               with
               a
               Ioy●
            
             
               such
               is
               the
               Love
               of
               Women-kind
               :
            
             
               Or
               the
               word
               (
               Love
               )
               abused
               ,
            
             
               Under
               which
               many
               childish
               desires
               ,
            
             
               and
               Conceits
               are
               excused
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Love
               is
               a
               durable
               fire
               ,
            
             
               in
               the
               mind
               ever
               burning
               ;
            
             
               Never
               Sick
               ,
               never
               Dead
               ,
               never
               Cold
               ,
            
             
               from
               it self
               never
               turning
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             4.
             
             The
             Winning
             of
             Cales
             .
          
           
             
               LOng
               had
               the
               proud
               Spaniard
               ,
            
             
               advanced
               to
               conquer
               us
               ,
            
             
               Threatning
               our
               Country
            
             
               with
               Fire
               and
               Sword
               :
            
             
               Often
               preparing
            
             
               their
               Navy
               most
               sumptuous
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               Provision
            
             
             
               that
               Spain
               could
               afford
               :
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               dub
               ,
            
             
               thus
               strikes
               the
               Drums
               ,
            
             
               Tan-ta-ra-ra
               ,
               tan-ta-ra-ra
               ,
            
             
               English
               men
               comes
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               the
               Seas
               presently
               ,
            
             
               went
               our
               Lord
               admiral
               ;
            
             
               With
               Knights
               Couragious
               ,
            
             
               and
               Captains
               full
               good
               :
            
             
               The
               Earl
               of
               Essex
               ,
            
             
               a
               prosperous
               General
               ,
            
             
               With
               him
               prepared
               ,
            
             
               to
               pass
               the
               Salt
               Flood
               .
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               At
               Plymouth
               speedily
               ,
            
             
               took
               their
               Ships
               ●●tiantiy
               ;
            
             
               Braver
               Ships
               never
            
             
               were
               seen
               under
               sail
               :
            
             
               With
               their
               fair
               Colours
               spread
               ,
            
             
               and
               Streams
               o're
               their
               head
               ;
            
             
               Now
               braging
               Spaniards
            
             
               take
               heed
               of
               your
               Tayl.
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Unto
               Cales
               runningly
               ,
            
             
               came
               we
               most
               happily
               ;
            
             
             
               UUhere
               the
               King's
               Ruby
               ,
            
             
               did
               secretly
               Ride
               ,
            
             
               Being
               upon
               their
               backs
               ,
            
             
               pierceing
               their
               Buts
               of
               Sack
            
             
               E're
               that
               the
               Spaniard
            
             
               our
               coming
               discry'd
               :
            
             
               Tan
               ta-ra-ra-ra
               ,
               English-men
               tymes
               ;
            
             
               bounce-abounce
               ,
               bounce-abounce
               ;
            
             
               Off
               went
               the
               Guns
               .
            
          
           
             
               Great
               was
               the
               crying
               ,
            
             
               running
               and
               riding
               ;
            
             
               UUhich
               at
               that
               season
            
             
               was
               made
               in
               that
               place
               :
            
             
               Then
               Beacons
               was
               fired
               ,
            
             
               as
               need
               was
               required
               ,
            
             
               To
               hide
               their
               great
               treasure
               ,
            
             
               they
               had
               little
               space
               :
            
             
               Alas
               they
               cryed
            
             
               English-men
               comes
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               you
               might
               see
               the
               Ships
               ,
            
             
               how
               they
               were
               fired
               fast
               ;
            
             
               And
               how
               the
               men
               drowned
            
             
               themselves
               in
               the
               Sea
               :
            
             
               That
               you
               might
               hear
               them
               cry
               ,
            
             
               wail
               and
               weep
               piteously
               ,
            
             
               UUhen
               as
               they
               saw
               no
               shift
               ,
            
             
             
               to
               escape
               thence
               away
               :
            
             
               Dub
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               great
               Saint
               Phillip
               ,
            
             
               the
               pride
               of
               the
               Spaniards
               ▪
            
             
               UUas
               burnt
               to
               the
               bottom
               ,
            
             
               and
               sunk
               into
               the
               Sea
               :
            
             
               But
               the
               Saint
               Andrew
               ,
            
             
               and
               eke
               the
               Saint
               Matthew
               ,
            
             
               UUe
               took
               in
               Fight
               manfully
               ,
            
             
               and
               brought
               them
               away
               :
            
             
               Dub
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               Earl
               of
               Essex
               ,
            
             
               most
               Ualiant
               and
               hardy
               ,
            
             
               UUith
               Horse-men
               and
               Foot-men
               ,
            
             
               marcht
               towards
               the
               Town
            
             
               The
               enemies
               which
               saw
               them
               ,
            
             
               full
               greatly
               affrighted
               ;
            
             
               Did
               fly
               for
               their
               Safe-guard
               ,
            
             
               and
               burst
               not
               come
               down
               :
            
             
               Dub
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Now
               quoth
               the
               Noble
               Earl
               ,
            
             
               Courage
               my
               Souldiers
               all
               ,
            
             
               Fight
               and
               he
               Ualiant
               ,
            
             
               the
               spoyl
               you
               shall
               have
               :
            
             
               And
               well
               rewarded
               all
               ,
            
             
             
               from
               the
               great
               to
               the
               〈◊〉
               ▪
            
             
               But
               look
               that
               the
               Women
            
             
               and
               Children
               you
               save
               .
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               Spaniards
               at
               that
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               Saw
               't
               was
               in
               vain
               to
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               Hung
               up
               their
               Flags
               of
               〈◊〉
            
             
               yielding
               up
               the
               town
            
             
               We
               marcht
               in
               presently
               ,
            
             
               decking
               the
               Walls
               on
               hi●●
            
             
               With
               our
               English
               Colours
               ,
            
             
               which
               purchased
               Renown
               .
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Entring
               the
               〈…〉
            
             
               of
               the
               ●ichest
               men
               ,
            
             
               For
               Gold
               and
               trea●●●●
            
             
               we
               searched
               each
               day
               ;
            
             
               In
               some
               places
               we
               〈…〉
               ,
            
             
               ●yes
               baking
               in
               the
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Meat
               at
               the
               fire
               Roasting
               ,
            
             
               and
               men
               ran
               away
               .
            
             
               Dub
               ,
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Full
               of
               rich
               Merchandize
               ,
            
             
               every
               Shop
               we
               did
               se●
               ,
            
             
               Damask
               and
               Sattins
               ,
            
             
             
               and
               Velvet
               full
               fair
               :
            
             
               ●hich
               Souldiers
               measure
               out
            
             
               by
               the
               length
               of
               their
               Swo●ds
            
             
               Of
               all
               Commodities
               ,
            
             
               and
               each
               one
               had
               a
               share
               ,
            
             
               Dub
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               Cales
               was
               taken
               ,
            
             
               and
               our
               brave
               General
            
             
               M●rcht
               to
               the
               Market-place
               ,
            
             
               there
               he
               did
               stand
               ;
            
             
               There
               many
               Prisoners
            
             
               of
               good
               account
               were
               took
               ,
            
             
               Many
               crav'd
               Mercy
               ,
            
             
               and
               mercy
               they
               found
               :
            
             
               Dub
               a
               dub
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               When
               as
               our
               General
               ,
            
             
               saw
               they
               delayed
               time
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               not
               ransom
            
             
               the
               Town
               as
               they
               said
               :
            
             
               With
               their
               fair
               Mains●ots
               ,
            
             
               their
               Presses
               and
               Bed●●eads
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Ioynt-stools
               and
               Tables
               ,
            
             
               a
               fire
               we
               made
               ;
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               Town
               〈◊〉
               in
               a
               〈◊〉
               ,
            
             
               With
               tan-ta-ra
               ,
               tan-ta
               ar-rat
               :
            
             
               from
               thence
               we
               came
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             4.
             
             Of
             King
             Edward
             the
             Third
             ,
             and
             the
             fair
             Countess
             of
             Salisbury
             ;
             setting
             forth
             her
             constancy
             and
             endless
             glory
             .
          
           
             
               WHen
               as
               Edward
               the
               third
               did
               live
               ,
            
             
               the
               valliant
               King
               ;
            
             
               David
               of
               Scotland
               to
               rebel
               ,
            
             
               did
               then
               begin
               :
            
             
               The
               Town
               of
               Barwick
               suddenly
               ,
            
             
               from
               us
               he
               won
               ,
            
             
               And
               burnt
               Newcastle
               to
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               thus
               strife
               begun
               :
            
             
               To
               Roxbury
               Castle
               marcht
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               force
               of
               warlike
               men
               ,
            
             
               besieg'd
               therein
               a
               gallant
               fair
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               While
               that
               her
               Husband
               was
               in
               France
               ;
            
             
               His
               Countries
               honour
               to
               advance
               ,
            
             
               the
               Noble
               and
               Famous
               Earl
               of
               Salisbury
               .
            
          
           
             
               Brave
               Sir
               
                 William
                 Montague
              
               ,
            
             
               rode
               then
               in
               haste
               ,
            
             
               Who
               declared
               unto
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               the
               Scotish-mens
               ●oast
               :
            
             
               Who
               like
               a
               Lyon
               in
               a
               rage
               ,
            
             
               did
               straightway
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               deliver
               that
               fair
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               from
               woful
               care
               :
            
             
             
               But
               when
               the
               Scotish-men
               did
               hear
               her
               say
               ,
            
             
               Edward
               our
               King
               was
               come
               that
               d●y
               :
            
             
               they
               raised
               their
               siege
               and
               ran
               away
               with
               speed
            
             
               So
               when
               th●t
               he
               did
               〈◊〉
               come
            
             
               With
               warlike
               Trumpet
               ,
               ●ife
               and
               ●rum
               ,
            
             
               none
               but
               a
               gallant
               Lady
               did
               him
               meet
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               when
               he
               did
               with
               greedy
               eyes
            
             
               behold
               and
               see
               ;
            
             
               Her
               peerless
               beauty
               inthral'd
            
             
               his
               Majesty
               :
            
             
               And
               ever
               the
               longer
               that
               he
               lookt
               ;
            
             
               the
               more
               he
               might
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               her
               only
               beauty
               was
            
             
               his
               hearts
               delight
               .
            
             
               And
               humbly
               then
               upon
               her
               knees
               ,
            
             
               She
               thankt
               his
               Royal
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               that
               he
               had
               driven
               danger
               from
               her
               gate
               :
            
             
               Lady
               ,
               quoth
               he
               ,
               stand
               up
               in
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Although
               my
               war
               doth
               now
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               keep
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
               all
               hurt
               from
               ●our
               ●state
            
          
           
             
               Now
               is
               the
               King
               full
               sadin
               soul
               ,
            
             
               and
               wots
               not
               why
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               love
               of
               the
               fair
               Countess
            
             
               of
               Salisbury
               .
            
             
               She
               little
               knowing
               his
               cause
               of
               g●ief
               ,
            
             
               did
               come
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
             
               Wherefore
               his
               Highness
               sat
               alone
            
             
               so
               heavily
               ,
            
             
               I
               have
               ●een
               wrong'd
               ,
               fair
               Dame
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
            
             
               Since
               I
               came
               hithed
               unto
               th●
               ;
            
             
               no
               ,
               God
               〈◊〉
               ,
               my
               Sov●raign
               ,
               she
               said
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               were
               worthy
               for
               to
               kn●w
               ,
            
             
               The
               cause
               and
               ground
               of
               this
               your
               woe
               ;
            
             
               you
               should
               be
               helpt
               ,
               if
               it
               did
               lye
               in
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Swear
               to
               perform
               thy
               word
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               thou
               Lady
               gay
               ;
            
             
               To
               thee
               the
               sorrows
               of
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               bewray
               :
            
             
               I
               swear
               by
               all
               the
               Saints
               in
               Heaven
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               (
               quoth
               she
               )
            
             
               And
               let
               my
               Lord
               have
               no
               mistrust
            
             
               at
               all
               in
               me
               .
            
             
               Then
               take
               thy self
               a●●de
               ,
               he
               said
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               thy
               beauty
               hath
               betray'd
               ;
            
             
               Wounding
               a
               King
               with
               thy
               ●right
               shining
               eye
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               ●●
               then
               some
               mercy
               show
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               expel
               a
               Princely
               woe
               :
            
             
               so
               shall
               I
               live
               ,
               or
               else
               in
               sorrow
               ●ye
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               have
               your
               〈◊〉
               ,
               my
               ●overaign
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               effectually
               ;
            
             
               Take
               all
               the
               leave
               that
               I
               can
               〈◊〉
            
             
               your
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               on
               thy
               Beauty
               all
               my
               ioys
            
             
               have
               their
               above
               ;
            
             
               Take
               thou
               my
               Beauty
               from
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               my
               gracious
               Lord.
            
             
               Did'st
               thou
               not
               swear
               to
               grant
               my
               will
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               I
               may
               ,
               I
               will
               ful●l
               :
            
             
               then
               for
               my
               love
               ,
               let
               my
               true
               love
               be
               seen
               ,
            
             
               My
               Lord
               your
               speech
               I
               might
               reprove
               ,
            
             
               You
               cannot
               give
               to
               me
               your
               love
               ,
            
             
               for
               that
               belongs
               unto
               your
               Queen
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               suppose
               your
               Grace
               did
               this
               ,
            
             
               only
               to
               try
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               a
               wanton
               Tale
               might
               tempt
            
             
               Dame
               Salisbury
               .
            
             
               Nor
               from
               your self
               therefore
               my
               Liege
            
             
               my
               steps
               do
               stray
               ;
            
             
               But
               from
               your
               wanton
               tempting
               Tale
               ,
            
             
               I
               go
               my
               way
               :
            
             
               O
               turn
               again
               my
               Lady
               bright
               ,
            
             
               Come
               unto
               me
               my
               hearts
               delight
               ;
            
             
               gone
               is
               the
               comfort
               of
               my
               ●ensive
               heart
               ;
            
             
               Yere
               comes
               the
               Earl
               of
               Warwick
               he
               ,
            
             
               The
               Father
               of
               this
               fair
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               my
               mind
               to
               him
               I
               mean
               for
               to
               impart
               .
            
          
           
             
               ●hy
               is
               my
               Lord
               and
               Soveraign
               King
               ,
            
             
               so
               griev'd
               in
               mind
               ?
            
             
             
               Because
               that
               I
               have
               lost
               the
               thing
            
             
               I
               cannot
               find
               .
            
             
               What
               thing
               is
               that
               any
               gra●ious
               Lord
            
             
               which
               you
               have
               lost
               ?
            
             
               It
               is
               my
               〈◊〉
               which
               to
               near
               〈◊〉
            
             
               betwixt
               fire
               and
               frost
               ?
            
             
               Curst
               be
               that
               fire
               and
               frosttho
               ,
            
             
               That
               caused
               this
               your
               Highness
               wo●
               :
            
             
               O
               Warwick
               !
               thou
               〈◊〉
               wrong
               me
               very
               〈◊〉
            
             
               It
               is
               thy
               Daughter
               Noble
               Earl
               ,
            
             
               That
               Heaven-bright-Lamp
               ,
               that
               peerless
               Pearl
               ,
            
             
               which
               kills
               my
               heart
               ,
               yet
               do
               I
               her
               adore
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               that
               be
               all
               (
               my
               gracious
               King
               )
            
             
               that
               works
               your
               grief
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               perswade
               the
               sco●nful
               Dame
            
             
               to
               yield
               relief
               :
            
             
               Never
               shall
               she
               my
               Daughter
               be
               ,
            
             
               if
               she
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               Love
               and
               favour
               of
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               may
               her
               excuse
               :
            
             
               Thus
               〈◊〉
               Warwick
               went
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               quits
               contrary
               he
               did
               say
               ,
            
             
               when
               as
               he
               did
               the
               beaut●ous
               Countess
               meet
               ;
            
             
               Well
               〈◊〉
               my
               Daughter
               (
               quoth
               ●●
               )
            
             
               A
               message
               I
               must
               do
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               our
               Royal
               King
               most
               〈…〉
               thee
               gre●●
               .
            
             
             
               The
               King
               will
               dye
               ,
               lest
               thou
               to
               him
            
             
               do
               grant
               thy
               love
               ;
            
             
               To
               love
               ,
               my
               Husband
               love
            
             
               I
               would
               remove
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               right
               Charity
               to
               love
            
             
               my
               Daughter
               dear
               ,
            
             
               But
               no
               true
               love
               ,
               so
               charitable
               ,
            
             
               for
               to
               appear
               :
            
             
               His
               Greatness
               may
               hear
               out
               the
               shame
               ,
            
             
               But
               his
               kingdom
               cannot
               buy
               out
               the
               blame
               ,
            
             
               he
               craves
               thy
               love
               ,
               that
               may
               ●ereave
               thy
               life
               ;
            
             
               It
               is
               my
               duty
               to
               move
               this
               ,
            
             
               But
               not
               thy
               honesty
               to
               yield
               ,
               I
               wis
               ,
            
             
               I
               mean
               to
               dye
               a
               true
               unspotted
               Wife
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               hast
               thou
               spoken
               my
               Daughter
               dear
               ,
            
             
               as
               I
               would
               have
               ;
            
             
               Charity
               bears
               a
               Golden
               Name
               ,
            
             
               unto
               the
               Grave
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               to
               thy
               wedded
               Lord
            
             
               thou
               provest
               untrue
               ,
            
             
               Then
               let
               my
               bitter
               curses
               still
               ,
            
             
               thy
               soul
               pursue
               :
            
             
               Then
               with
               a
               smiling
               chear
               go
               thou
               ,
            
             
               As
               right
               and
               reason
               doth
               allow
               ,
            
             
               yet
               shew
               the
               King
               thou
               bearest
               no
               Strumpets
               mind
            
             
               I
               go
               dear
               Father
               ,
               with
               a
               trice
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               a
               slight
               of
               sine
               device
               ,
            
             
             
               I
               'le
               cause
               the
               King
               confess
               that
               I
               am
               unkind
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Here
               comes
               the
               Lady
               of
               my
               life
               ,
            
             
               the
               King
               did
               say
               ,
            
             
               My
               Father
               bids
               me
               Soveraign
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               your
               will
               obey
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               consent
               ,
               if
               you
               will
               gr●nt
            
             
               on●
               boon
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               I
               grant
               it
               thee
               ,
               my
               Lady
               fair
               ,
            
             
               what
               e'rest
               be
               .
            
             
               My
               Husband
               is
               alive
               you
               know
               ,
            
             
               First
               let
               me
               kill
               him
               e're
               I
               go
               ,
            
             
               and
               at
               your
               command
               I
               will
               ever
               be
            
             
               Thy
               Husband
               now
               in
               France
               doth
               rest
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               he
               lies
               within
               my
               breast
               ;
            
             
               and
               being
               so
               nigh
               ,
               he
               will
               my
               fal●●od
               se●
               ,
            
          
           
             
               With
               that
               she
               started
               from
               the
               King
               ,
            
             
               and
               took
               her
               knife
               ,
            
             
               And
               desperately
               she
               thought
               to
               rid
               ,
            
             
               her self
               of
               life
               .
            
             
               The
               King
               he
               started
               from
               the
               Chai●
               ,
            
             
               her
               hand
               to
               stay
               ,
            
             
               O
               noble
               King
               ,
               you
               have
               broke
               your
               word
            
             
               with
               me
               this
               day
               .
            
             
               Thou
               that
               not
               do
               this
               deed
               ,
               quoth
               he
               ,
            
             
               Then
               never
               I
               will
               lye
               with
               thee
               ;
            
             
               ●o
               ,
               then
               live
               still
               ,
               and
               let
               me
               bear
               the
               〈◊〉
               ;
            
             
             
               Live
               in
               honour
               and
               high
               estate
               ,
            
             
               With
               thy
               true
               Lord
               and
               wedded
               mate
               ,
            
             
               I
               never
               will
               attempt
               this
               suit
               again
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             5.
             
             The
             Spanish
             Ladies
             love
             to
             an
             English
             Gentleman
             .
          
           
             
               WIll
               you
               hear
               a
               Spanish
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               how
               she
               woo'o●m
               English-man
               ,
            
             
               Garments
               gay
               ,
               as
               rich
               as
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               deckt
               with
               jewels
               had
               she
               on
               :
            
             
               Of
               a
               comely
               countenance
               ,
            
             
               and
               grace
               was
               ●he
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               Birth
               and
               Parentage
               ,
            
             
               of
               high
               degree
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               his
               prios●er
               there
               he
               kept
               her
               ,
            
             
               in
               his
               hands
               her
               life
               did
               lye
               :
            
             
               Cupids
               hands
               did
               tye
               her
               faster
               ,
            
             
               by
               the
               likeing
               of
               her
               eye
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               courteous
               company
               ,
            
             
               was
               all
               her
               joy
               ;
            
             
               To
               favour
               him
               in
               anything
               ,
            
             
               she
               was
               not
               coy
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               the
               last
               there
               raine
               commandment
               ,
            
             
               for
               to
               set
               the
               Ladies
               free
               ;
            
             
             
               With
               their
               Jewels
               still
               ado●ned
               ,
            
             
               none
               to
               do
               thein
               injury
               :
            
             
               Alas
               then
               said
               the
               Lady
               gay
               ,
            
             
               full
               woe
               is
               me
               !
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               still
               sustain
               this
               kind
            
             
               captivity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Gallant
               Captain
               shew
               some
               pitty
            
             
               to
               a
               Lady
               in
               distress
               ,
            
             
               Leave
               me
               not
               within
               the
               City
            
             
               for
               to
               dye
               in
               heaviness
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               set
               this
               present
               day
            
             
               my
               body
               free
               :
            
             
               But
               my
               heart
               in
               prison
               strong
               ,
            
             
               remains
               with
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               should
               thou
               (
               fair
               Lady
               )
               love
               me
               ,
            
             
               whom
               thou
               know'st
               thy
               Countries
               Foe
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               fair
               words
               makes
               me
               sus●ect
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Serpents
               are
               where
               flowers
               grow
               :
            
             
               All
               the
               evil
               I
               think
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               most
               gracious
               Knight
               ;
            
             
               God
               grant
               unto
               my self
               the
               same
            
             
               may
               fully
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               Blessed
               be
               the
               time
               and
               season
               ,
            
             
               that
               you
               came
               on
               Spanish
               ground
               ;
            
             
               If
               you
               may
               our
               Foes
               be
               termed
               ,
            
             
             
               gentle
               foes
               we
               have
               you
               found
               :
            
             
               With
               our
               Cities
               you
               have
               won
               ,
            
             
               our
               hearts
               eath
               one
               ;
            
             
               Then
               to
               your
               Country
               bear
               away
               ,
            
             
               that
               is
               your
               own
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rest
               you
               still
               (
               most
               gallant
               Lady
               )
            
             
               rest
               you
               still
               and
               weep
               no
               more
               ;
            
             
               Of
               fair
               Lovers
               there
               are
               plenty
               ,
            
             
               Spain
               doth
               yield
               a
               wondrous
               store
               :
            
             
               Spaniards
               fraught
               with
               jealousse
               ,
            
             
               we
               often
               find
               ;
            
             
               But
               
               English-men
               throughout
               the
               world
            
             
               are
               counted
               kind
               .
            
          
           
             
               Leave
               me
               not
               unto
               a
               Spaniard
               ,
            
             
               you
               alone
               enjoy
               my
               heart
               ;
            
             
               I
               am
               lovely
               ,
               young
               ,
               and
               tender
               ,
            
             
               Love
               is
               likewise
               my
               desert
               :
            
             
               Still
               to
               serve
               thee
               day
               and
               night
               ,
            
             
               my
               mind
               is
               prest
               ,
            
             
               The
               wife
               of
               every
               
               English-man
            
             
               is
               counted
               blest
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               would
               be
               a
               shame
               ,
               fair
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               for
               to
               hear
               a
               woman
               hence
               ,
            
             
               English
               Souldiers
               never
               carry
            
             
               and
               such
               without
               offence
               .
            
             
             
               I
               will
               quickly
               change
               my self
               ,
            
             
               if
               it
               be
               so
               ;
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               Page
               I
               'le
               follow
               thee
               ,
            
             
               where
               e're
               thou
               go
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               have
               neither
               Gold
               nor
               Silver
               ,
            
             
               to
               maintain
               thee
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               travel
               't
               is
               great
               charges
               ,
            
             
               as
               you
               know
               in
               every
               place
               .
            
             
               My
               Chains
               and
               Jewels
               every
               one
               ,
            
             
               shall
               be
               thine
               own
               ;
            
             
               And
               eke
               five
               hundred
               pounds
               in
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               that
               lies
               unknown
               .
            
          
           
             
               On
               the
               Seas
               are
               many
               dangers
               ,
            
             
               many
               storms
               doth
               there
               arise
               ;
            
             
               Which
               will
               be
               to
               Ladies
               dreadful
               ,
            
             
               and
               force
               tears
               from
               watry
               eyes
               :
            
             
               Well
               in
               worth
               ,
               I
               could
               endure
            
             
               extremity
               ;
            
             
               For
               I
               could
               find
               in
               heart
               to
               lose
            
             
               my
               life
               for
               the●
               .
            
          
           
             
               Courteous
               Lady
               be
               contented
               ,
            
             
               here
               comes
               all
               that
               breeds
               the
               ●●rise
               ;
            
             
               I
               in
               England
               have
               already
               ,
            
             
               a
               sweet
               Woman
               to
               my
               wife
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               falsifie
               my
               vow
               ,
            
             
             
               for
               gold
               or
               gain
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               for
               all
               the
               fairest
               Dames
               ,
            
             
               that
               live
               in
               Spain
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               how
               happy
               is
               that
               woman
            
             
               that
               enjoys
               so
               true
               a
               friend
               ;
            
             
               Many
               days
               of
               joy
               God
               send
               you
               ,
            
             
               and
               of
               my
               suit
               I
               'le
               make
               an
               end
               :
            
             
               Upon
               my
               knees
               I
               pardon
               crave
               ,
            
             
               for
               this
               offence
               ;
            
             
               Which
               love
               and
               true
               affection
               ,
            
             
               did
               first
               commence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Commend
               me
               to
               thy
               loving
               Lady
               ,
            
             
               bear
               to
               her
               this
               Chain
               of
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               And
               these
               Bracelets
               for
               a
               token
               ,
            
             
               grieving
               that
               I
               was
               so
               hold
               :
            
             
               All
               my
               Jewels
               in
               like
               sort
               ,
            
             
               bear
               thou
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               For
               these
               are
               fitting
               for
               thy
               wife
               ,
            
             
               and
               not
               for
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               spend
               my
               days
               in
               prayer
               ,
            
             
               Love
               and
               all
               her
               laws
               defies
               ;
            
             
               In
               a
               Nunnery
               will
               I
               shrew
               me
               ,
            
             
               far
               from
               other
               Company
               :
            
             
               But
               e're
               my
               Prayers
               h●●e
               〈◊〉
               and
               ,
            
             
               be
               sure
               of
               this
               ▪
            
             
             
               To
               pray
               for
               thee
               and
               for
               thy
               love
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               miss
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               farewel
               gentle
               Captain
               ,
            
             
               and
               farewel
               my
               hearts
               concent
               ,
            
             
               Count
               not
               Spanish
               Ladies
               wanton
               ,
            
             
               though
               to
               thee
               my
               love
               was
               bent
               :
            
             
               Joy
               and
               true
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               go
               still
               with
               thee
               ;
            
             
               The
               like
               fall
               ever
               to
               thy
               share
               ,
            
             
               most
               fair
               Lady
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             9.
             
             A
             Farewel
             to
             Love.
             
          
           
             
               FArewel
               false
               Love
               ,
               the
               Oracle
               of
               lies
               ,
            
             
               a
               mortal
               foe
               ,
               an
               enemy
               to
               rest
               ,
            
             
               An
               envious
               Boy
               ,
               from
               whence
               great
               cares
               arise
               ,
            
             
               A
               bastard
               vile
               ,
               a
               beast
               with
               age
               possest
               :
            
             
               A
               way
               for
               errour
               ,
               a
               tempest
               full
               of
               treason
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               respects
               contrary
               unto
               reason
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               poysoned
               Serpent
               cover'd
               all
               with
               flowers
               ,
            
             
               Mother
               of
               sighs
               ,
               and
               Murtherers
               of
               repose
               ;
            
             
               A
               sea
               of
               sorrows
               ,
               whence
               run
               all
               such
               showers
               :
            
             
               As
               moisture
               gives
               to
               every
               grie●●
               that
               grows
               :
            
             
               A
               school
               of
               guile
               ,
               a
               nest
               of
               deep
               deceit
               :
            
             
               A
               Golden
               hook
               that
               holds
               a
               poysoned
               〈◊〉
            
             
             
               A
               Fortress
               field
               ,
               whom
               reason
               did
               defend
               ,
            
             
               A
               Syrens
               song
               ,
               a
               server
               of
               the
               mind
               ;
            
             
               A
               Maze
               wherein
               affections
               find
               no
               end
               ,
            
             
               A
               raining
               cloud
               ,
               that
               runs
               before
               the
               wind
               :
            
             
               A
               Substance
               like
               the
               shaddow
               of
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               A
               Cole
               of
               grief
               ,
               for
               which
               the
               wisest
               run
               :
            
             
               A
               quenchless
               fire
               ,
               a
               rest
               of
               trembling
               fear
               ,
            
             
               A
               path
               that
               leads
               to
               peril
               and
               mishap
               ,
            
             
               A
               true
               retread
               of
               sorrow
               and
               despair
               ,
            
             
               An
               idle
               Boy
               ,
               that
               sleeps
               in
               pleasures
               lap
               :
            
             
               A
               deep
               mistrust
               of
               that
               which
               certain
               seems
               ,
            
             
               A
               hope
               of
               that
               which
               reason
               doubtful
               deems
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               sith
               thy
               reign
               my
               younger
               years
               betray'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               Faith
               ,
               Ingratitude
               I
               find
               ;
            
             
               And
               such
               repentance
               hath
               the
               wrong
               bewray'd
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               crooked
               cause
               hath
               not
               been
               after
               kind
               :
            
             
               False
               love
               go
               back
               ,
               and
               beauty
               frail
               adieu
               ,
            
             
               Dead
               is
               the
               root
               from
               which
               such
               fancies
               grew
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             lover
             by
             his
             gifts
             thinks
             to
             conquer
             chastity
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             gifts
             sends
             these
             verses
             to
             his
             lady
             .
          
           
             
               What
               face
               so
               fair
               ,
               that
               is
               not
               crackt
               with
               gold
               ?
            
             
               What
               wit
               so
               worth
               that
               hath
               in
               gold
               his
               wonder
               ?
            
             
               What
               learning
               but
               with
               golden
               lines
               doth
               hold
               ?
            
             
               what
               state
               so
               high
               ,
               but
               gold
               could
               lying
               it
               under
               ,
            
             
             
               What
               thought
               so
               sweet
               ,
               but
               Gold
               doth
               better
               seafo●
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               rule
               better
               then
               the
               golden
               reason
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               ground
               was
               fat
               that
               yields
               the
               golden
               fruit
            
             
               The
               study
               high
               that
               sets
               the
               golden
               state
               :
            
             
               The
               labour
               sweet
               that
               gets
               the
               golden
               suit
               :
            
             
               The
               reckoning
               rich
               that
               scorns
               the
               Golden
               rate
               :
            
             
               The
               love
               is
               sure
               that
               golden
               hoxe
               doth
               hold
               ,
            
             
               And
               rich
               again
               ,
               that
               serves
               the
               God
               of
               Gold.
               
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Womans
             Answer
             .
          
           
             
               Foul
               is
               the
               face
               whose
               beauty
               gold
               can
               raft
               ,
            
             
               Worthless
               the
               wit
               that
               hath
               gold
               in
               her
               wonder
               ;
            
             
               Unlearned
               lines
               ,
               puts
               gold
               in
               Honours
               place
               ,
            
             
               Wicked
               the
               state
               that
               will
               to
               coin
               come
               under
               :
            
             
               Base
               the
               Conceit
               that
               seasoned
               is
               with
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               And
               Beggers
               rule
               that
               such
               a
               reason
               hold
               .
            
          
           
             
               Earth
               gives
               the
               gold
               ,
               but
               Heaven
               gives
               greater
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Men
               study
               wealth
               ,
               but
               Angels
               wisdom
               raise
               ;
            
             
               Labour
               seeks
               peace
               ,
               love
               hath
               an
               higher
               place
               ,
            
             
               Death
               makes
               the
               reckoning
               ,
               life
               is
               all
               my
               race
               :
            
             
               The
               hope
               is
               here
               ,
               my
               hope
               of
               heaven
               doth
               hald
               ,
            
             
               God
               give
               me
               grace
               ,
               let
               Dives
               dye
               with
               gold
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
      
    
     
  

