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A04553	The golden garland of princely pleasures and delicate delights Wherin is conteined the histories of many of the kings, queenes, princes, lords, ladies, knights, and gentlewomen of this kingdome. Being most pleasant songs and sonnets to sundry new tunes now most in vse: the third time imprinted, enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson. Deuided into two parts.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1620 (1620)	STC 14674; ESTC S106558	33,572	118

out the Lions heart Which made the Duke and all his Lords in fearefull manner start To see this royall English King to play so braue a part In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. I am no prisoner said the King for I am now set free The country and our law of Armes commands it so to be And thus to Englan● blessed Land most ioyfully went he In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But left hi● 〈…〉 loue behind that 〈…〉 his life With 〈…〉 returne againe to 〈…〉 then his wife But fel● 〈…〉 and bloudy warre did breed them further strife In fighting for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The noble hearts of Englishmen that could indure no wrong For good King Richard mustred then a vailant Army strong To passe the seas to A●on Walls to lay the same along In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. So first consuming fire and sword into that countrey came Destroying all their Cities braue and townes of ancient fame Till those the wrongs King Richard had were righted by the same In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But in his prime of Martiall w●rth this noble King was slaine For wounded with a poysoned shaft that pierst his Princely braine Much sorrowing mone was long 〈◊〉 amongst his warlike traine Stil fighting for our Sauiour Iesu But chiefly by his Lady faire so loyall and so kinde That nothing but reuenge thereof possessed still her minde To know the causer of his death were rich rewards assingd Thus to honour our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Upon the murtherer being fow●d much cruelty was showne By her command his skinne aliue was flead from flesh and bone And after vnto ayery fowles his body it was throwne In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Yet ended not this Ladies griefe for him she loude so deare Deepe sorrowes euen broke her heart as plainely did appeare And both were buried in one graue thus true loues end you heare That dyed for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Did euer Lady for her loue more strangely vndertake Did euer Daughter in this kind a grieued father make Did euer Princesse end her life thus for her true loues sake And for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. FINIS A gallant Song of the Garter of England and how it was made first an honour to this Kingdome by King Edward the third To the tune of When Arthur first c. WHen as third Edward ruld this Land And was our English king He had good speed in all his fight braue conquest home to bring Two Kingly Crownes vpon his sword In sumptuous sort was borne Most gallantly to grace the third that on his head was worne Thus three in one made Englands same through all the world to shine Which well might clame a titled grace amongst our worthies nine Seauen princely Sonnes he likewise had whose vertues wonne him prayse From one fayre Queene descended all in beauties blooming dayes His Earles and Barons brauely ●ent to practise Knightly déeds To breake the Launce to runne at Ring to backe their barbed stéedes Which made the world thinke Mars his Court was kept in England here UUhen Englands Péeres made forraine lands to quake with trembling feare King Edwards raigne rung eccho●ng thus through euery Christian Court Of whom the noblest Prince that liued gaue sounds of braue report Right valiant King himselfe likewise his Country to aduance UUith many of his Péeres ariud within the Court of France And there by Tilts and Tourni●s braue such honours did obtaine As Mars himselfe in glistering stéele the prize from them would gaine So braue and bold his Barons were and so successefull then That none of all the Lords of Fram● were like our English men Thus many moneths he with his Peeres spent there with braue delights Whose dayly sports concluded were by reueling at nights Where Measure and Carantoes fine so gract the Court of France As if Quéene Iuno with her Ioue had brauely led the daunce Amongst which glorious troope of Dames that richly sate to sée The French Quéene there aboue the rest the fairest séemd to be Whom English Edward by the hand in curteous manner tooke To dance withall at which the French gaue many a scornefull looke But Edward still like Mars himselfe with countenance and grace By Courtship won great liking there from all within that place King Edward pleasd the Princely Queene the Queene king Edward well But as they daunct there from her leg by chance her garter fell The which king Edward soone tooke vp And it in kindnesse wore For fauour and for curtesies he to her vertues bore But some there present gaue forth words The Queene of purpose lost Her garter there for him to find whom she affected most But when she heard these ill conceits And speeches that they made Hony soyt qui maly pens the noble Princes said Ill hap to them that euill thinke In English it is thus Which words so wise quoth Englands King shall sur●ly goe with vs And for her sake shall Englands Peeres In honour of our land A Garter weare and in the same these words in gold shall stand That all the world may nobly speake Our garter came from France In Princely manner named thus our Countrey to aduance The Tilts and Reuels thus had end That long had lasted there And home our King and Nobles came with mirth and meery cheere Where soone he brauely did create Full many a Lordly Knight To weare this golden Garter faire So sumptuous and so bright And named them S. Georgies knights And of this Garter braue As noble an order of estate as any King can haue Which Knights vpon S. Georges day Still their precession goes Through Englands Court in robes of gold and most delightfull shoes At Windsor is this Order kept Where kings be of the same And forraigne Princes much desire the honours of that name Third Edward first began this grace of knight-hood to his praise Which still is kept with high renowne in our King Iames his dayes Ten English Kings haue been thereof of Princes and of Peeres A number great whose honors liu'd most braue in ancient yeares And at this day of Dukes and Lords our land hath honoured store Whose names and fames the Lord increase and make them more and more FINIS A lamentable Ditty on the death of the Lord Guilford Dudley and the Lady Iane Gray that for their parents ambition in seeking to make these two yong Princes King and Queene of England were both beheaded in the Tower of London To the tune of Peter and Parnell WHen as King Edward left this life In yong and tender blooming yeeres Began such deadly hate and strife That filled England full of feares Ambition in those ancient dayes More then ten thousand thousand thousand thousand troubles did arise Northumberland being made a Duke Ambitiously doth seeke the crowne And Suffolke for the same did looke To put Queene Maries title downe That was King Henries daughter bright And Queen of England England

each day and each night to worke him despight That wearied with sorrowes he still might lament Good king thus abused he was at the last To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid And there in a dungeon ful low in the groūd vnpitied he nightly was laied Not one for his miserie grieued that late was in place of royallest grace Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd King Henry vsurping thus all his estate Could neuer in heart be content Till some of his friends in secrecy sought to kill him by cruell consent Who sooke to Pomfret hi●d where as the feare that toucht him so neare They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king for murthere● he was That might well haue liued full long Had not ill counsell betraied his best good and done his hie fortunes this wrong But blood for blood still calls no bloody staind hand ran long in this land Stand surely but soone vnto misery falls Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind And won his title by blood Which after by heauens ●ight power not three generations stood But yeelded to Yorke againe thus fortune showes their proud ouer throwes That cunningly climes an imperial raigne FINIS A song of an English Knight that marryed the royall Princesse Lady Mary sister to King Henry the eight which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke To the Tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life EIght Henry ruling in this land he had a sister faire That was the widdowed King of France inricht with vertues eare And being come to England● Court She oft beheld a Kinght Charles Brandon namd in whose faire eyes she cheifly tooke delight And noting in her Princely minde His gallent swéet behauiour Shee daily drew him by degrees still more and more in fauour Which he perceiuing courte●us Knight Found fitting time and place And thus in amorous sort began his loue sure to her grace I ayme at loue faire Queene said he Sweet let your loue incline That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine If worthlesse I might worthy be To haue so good a lot To please your highnesse in true loue my fancy doubteth not Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me I can maintaine the same by birth being come of good degree If wealth you thinke be all my want Your highnesse hath great ●●ore And my supplyment shall be loue what can you wish for more It hath been known when hearty loue Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blus● But made a dumbe reply Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently Brandon quoth she I greater am Then would I were for thee But can as little master loue as them of low degree My father was a King and so A King my husband was My brother is the like and he will say I do transgresse But let him say what pleaseth him His liking I le forgoe And choose a loue to please myselfe though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages As best contents their mind Why should not princes of est●te the like contentment find But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes Yet blame me not for loue I loue where best my fancy deemes And long may liue quoth he to loue Nor longer liue may I Then when I loue your royall grace and then disgraced dye But if I do deserue your loue My mind desires dispatch For many are the eyes in Court that on your beauty watch But am not I sweet Lady now More fancy then behooues Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue that speakes for him that loues The Quéene and this braue Gentleman Together both did wed And after sought the kings good will and of their wishes sped For Brandon soone was made a Duke and graced so in court Then who but he did f●ant it forth amongst the noblest sort And so from princely Brandons line and Maries did procéed The noble race of Suffolks house as after did succéed From whose high blood the Lady Iane Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife Came by descent who with her Lord in London lost her life FINIS A Song of the life and death of King Rich●●d the third who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land was sl●ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England To the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life IN England once there raignd a King A Tirant fir●e and sell Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne gaue sure his soule to hell Third Richard was this Tirants name the worst of all the three That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be For his desires were still by blood to be made Endglands King Which here to gaine that go●den prize did many a wondrous thing He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres and chiefest in this Land With euery one that likely was his title to withstand Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought ere he could bring to passe What he made lawlesse claime vnto as his best liking was Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew Before his fathers face And weeded from our English throne all his renowned race This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life he also did betray With those right noble Princes ●waine King Edwards children deare Because to Englands royall Crowne he thought them both too neere His owne deare wife also he slew Inces●uous●y to wed His owne deare daughter which for feare away from him was fled And made such hauocke in this land Of all the Royall bloud That onely one was left vnslaine to haue his claimes withstood Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd To right his Countries wrong From France prepar'd full well to fight brought ore an Army strong To whom Lord Stanley nobly came With many an English Peere And ioynd their forces in one Earle Richmonds heart to cheare Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore And how their forces day by day increased more and more He frets he fumes and ragingly A madding fury showes And thought it but in vaine to stay and so to battell goes Earle Richmond he in order braue His fearelesse armie laid In midst of whom these noble words their valiant leader said Now is the time and place swéet friends And we the souldiers be That must bring Englands peace againe or loose our liues must we Be valiant then we fight for fame And for our countries good Against a Tyrant markt with shame for shedding Englands blood I am right heire of Lancaster Intituled to the Crowne Against this bloody Boare of Yo●ke then let vs win renowne Meane while had furious Richard set His army in array And with a gastly looke of feare he stoutly thu● did say Shall Henry Richmond with his

answered at last So soone as you the Seas haue past Then put of all your faire array And to your Lemmon take your way saying that thou a Merchant great did●● robbe and wickedly er treat And for his goods thou hast him slaine And art persude therefore a maine Now which of both doe pitty thow With her abide in weale and woe With that the penny forth he drew Which to the old man straight he threw Saying he would go trie the same So in short space he ouer came in cloathes rent too vile to see vnto his Lemmans house went he And softly knocked at her doore But when she saw he was so poore In fr●wning sort she turnd her backe Perceiuing him to be in lacke He said sweet Lemmon for Christ his sake Upon me here some pitty take Upon the Seas my goods I lost My selfe in danger greatly toste a Merchant murdered is and slaine by meanes of me and of my traine Wherefore sweet heart now pitty me For need alacke I come to thee But she with words right fierce and fell Said villaine wretch adieu farewell Shall I giue succour to thy deed The Diuell grant thee ill to speed Auoyde thou rascal● hence apace Thy fact deserues to haue no grace go home vnto that Gib thy wife let her giue succour to thy life For by the faith to God I owe I meane the Officer shall know Except from hence in hast thou packe He turnd his face and cryde alacke Then in that poore and simple array Unto his wife he tooke his way And told like tale as he before Had vttered to his wicked whoore and said sweet wife without your aide I feare I shall be soone betraid My spowse quoth she take you no griefe A hundred pounds for your reliefe I yet haue here for you in store When that is gone we will get more And for your pardon sir quoth she I will make meanes as you shall see And all your creditors will pray To take with you a longer day good friends I haue take you no thought this thing to passe shall well be brought And as much goods as here before They shall you giue or rather more With that he did his wife embrace And told her true in euery case Together then that night they lay And in the morning passing gay This merc●ant did himselfe at●ire In costly suits for his desire with seruants two for his intent vnto his Lemmans house he went As by the way she did him spy She ran and met him by and by And said my loue for very shame What moued you to worke th●● gaine Why came you basely to my doore Why did you faigne your selfe so poore Sith you do know you haue my loue And all my goods for your behooue She then with him did kisse and dally as she was wont with ancient fally My Lemmon deare he said againe To me it hath been told right plaine You haue another friend in store Whom you doe loue at heart right sore The Iewels which I gaue to you He hath in hold I tell you true Then vp she rose all in a braide And all those things before him laide he tooke them vp and cald his men and said go get you home agen With this apparell and this geare She said what will you robbe me here He tooke all things to hand that came And bare all home vnto his Dame And said behold my louing feere See here these Iewels and this geere Looke well thereon and do not spare Here is a penny worth of ware he told her likewise how and when he had this counsell of a man She saw those iewels did abound In value worth a hundreth pound They thanked God both for his grace And after liu'd in happy case FINIS Titus Andronicus complaint To the tune of Fortune YOu noble minds and famous martiall wights That in defence of natiue countrey fights Giue eare to me that ten yeares fought for Rome Yet reapt disgrace when I returned home In Rome I liu'd in fame full threescore yeares By name beloued deare of all his Peeres Full fiue and twenty valiant sonnes I had Whose forward vertues made their father glad· For when Romes foes their warlike forces felt Against them still my sonnes and I were sent Against the Gothes full ten yeares weary warre We spent receiuing many a bloody s●arre Iust two and twenty of my sonnes were slaine Before we did returne to Rome againe Of fiue and twenty sonnes I brought but three Aliue the stately Towres of Rome to see When warres were done I conquest home did bring And did present my prisoners to the King The Queene of Go●h her sonnes and eke a Moore Which did much murder like was nere before The Emperour did make this Quéene his wife Which bred in Rome debate and deadly strife The Moore with her two sonnes did grow so proude That none like them in Rome was then alowd The Moore so pleasd the new-made Empresse eye That she consented with him secretly For to abuse her husbands marriage bed And so in tune a blacke a moore she bred Then she whose thoughts to murder were in●inde Consented with the Moore with bloody minde Against myselfe my kin and all my friends In cruell fort to bring them to their ends So when in age I thought to liue in peace Both wo and griefe began then to increase Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright Which ioyde and pleased best my ages sight My deare Lauina was betroth'd as than To Caesars sonne a yong and noble man Who in a hunting by the Emperours wife And her two sonnes bereaued were of life He being slaine was cast in cruell wise Into a dismall den from light of skies The cruell Moore did come that way as then With my two sonnes who fell into that den The Moore then fectht the Emperour with speed For to accuse them of that murtherous deed And then my sonnes within the den were found In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound But now behold what wounded most my minde The Emperours two sonnes of Tygers kinde My daughter rauished without remorse And tooke away her honour quite perforce When they had tasted of so sweet a flower Fearing their sweet should shortly turne to sowre They cut her tongue whereby she could not tell How that dishonour vnto her befell Then both her hands they falsely cut of quite Where by their wickednesse she could not write Nor with her needle on her sampler sow The bloody workers of her direfull woe My brother Marcus found her in a wood Staining the grasse ground with purple bleed That trickled from her stumps and handlesse armes No tongue at all she had to tell her harmes But when I saw her in that woefull case With teares of blood I wet my aged fa●e For my Lauinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before When as I saw she could not write nor speake With griefe my aged heart began to