to play I 'le cry I 'le kisse and so begin the fray 385 You will Nay then I must because you will Women are weak poore soules and dare not fight Who-euer rises we goe downward still And yet fond men will say that we are light Well 't is our Fortunes and the destines spight I am Content because I cannot chuse 'T is best to take what bootes not to refuse 386 Thus Mortimer did steale this fleece of gold That storie so apply'd doth Ill agree Shee rather was Medea fierce and bold And gaue away that golden fleece 'T was shee That let another griffe vpon my Tree The fruit of sin and shame whence did proceed Matter that made me both to blush and bleed 387 O woman Thou art euer in extreames Eyther an Aetna or a Caucasus Or burning like the Dog-starres fierie gleames Or like North windes too bleake and boysterous Eyther too mirthfull or too mischieuous Yet of the twaine since needs thou wilt be such Thy fire is better then thy frost by much 388 Thy ouer-louing may proue Iealousie And that 's an amorous sicknesse a kind paine But hatred Is the Dame of Crueltie And at the very Life-bloud still doth Ayme But leauing this Goe to thy Loomes againe Vnwearied Muse till thou hast wou'n at will The wofull storie of poore Edwards Ill. 389 'T is not the Ayre whereby we liue and breath 'T is not the Earth the Mother of vs all Nor Starres aboue nor is it Hell beneath Nor yet those Spirits which we our Demons call Nor chance which seemes to sway things casuall That are the sole-efficients of our Euils We to our selues are eyther Gods or Deuils 390 But I was still the latter of the twaine My selfe-wrought woe beares witnes of the same And you great Lords yâ— liu'd whil'st I did raigne And were consumed with the furious flame Of my enraged wrath I will not blame Your wayward Pride nor yet my wiues vntruth My seed was Sin my Crop was shame and ruth 391 And when did euer that accursed field Beare other haruest then such thriflesse weed Can poyson'd fountaines wholsome waters yield Or doe not wormes out of corruption breed Mischiefe the Dâ—m pregnant with sinfull seed Brings forth her daughter Miserie at last And they are alwayes glew'd together fast 392 There can be no divorce betweene these twaine They mix or rather they incorporate Like to the Poles of Heau'n it doth remaine Constant and fix'd Sinne is vnfortunate Still drawing Iudgements downe on each estate which somtimes are defer'd not following streight But what time looseth is repay'd with weight 393 How many houses haue bin rais'd by Sinne And flourish'd faire for one or two discents But still the third vnprosperous hath bin And God hath crost them with some strange euents Whereof these times yield many presidents But stay my Muse If thou wilt shun offence Thou must not meddle with the present Tence 394 Speake of the Spencers mightie in their dayes Let Edward be the Subject of thy Pen. Who did his Minions to such greatnesse rayse That the whole State was by them manag'd then As men with Counters So doe Kings with men Sometimes they stand for halfe-pence and anon What was but so becomes a Million 395 But when my Peeres did see how I was bent To make base waxen wings to mount the skye Whil'st their faire Plumes were pluck't which vile coÌ„tempt And they deprest with scorne and Injury To late-left Armes they got them by and by They moved warre the Spencers to remoue Hate armed them and I was arm'd by Loue. 396 They leuied men I likewise men did leuie Both raised all the Forces wee could make A Tyrants hand they say was too too heauie A traytors head I said became a stake They vow'd redresse I vow'd revenge to take We met and meeting fought fighting found No hurt more grieues then doth a selfe-wrought wound 397 O English Peeres relinquish Impious Armes Build not your weightiest actions vpon sand 'T is not the Colour of pretended harmes Nor seeming zeale vnto your Natiue Land Nor reformation though you beare in hand The people so of some abuse of Lawes That can make lawfull your vnlawfull Cause 398 These are and euer haue bin those smooth Oyles With which foule treason seekes to paint her face That she might seeme faire pleasing full of smiles So to win loue and gaine the peoples grace Who silly Gudgions euer bite apace Vntill the fatall hooke be swallowed downe Where-with Ambition Angles for a Crowne 399 Who euer practis'd against Prince or State But alwayes did pretend the Common good Thereby to draw into contempt or hate The course of governement as then it stood This hath beene still the marrow life and blood Of such Attempts But here the rule stands fast What 's thought-on first Is executed last 400 For when that once their priuate turne is seru'd The care of Common-wealth Is layd aside That did but whâ—t the knife with which they caru'd For their owne good That vizor did but hide Some Secret ends not fit to be discry'd Vntill accomplish'd which once brought to passe The Common State stands as before it was 401 And for to angle men Crimes must be made Against the Prince I if he be without touch So that no just exceptions can be had Then must the Imputation rest on such Who being neare the Prince are vsed much For this is certaine They that stand on high Are fairest markes for foulest obloquie 402 But though the Arrow seemeth at them aym'd Yet through their sides it wounds the Princes brest Whose reputation cannot be but stain'd By their reproach whom they doe fauour best And they that kill the birds would spoile the nest But what 's intended must be closely wrought And that pretended which was neuer thought 403 Why should vaine man still daube his actions thus With outward whit-lime that are pitch'd within Eu'n wicked Kings must be Indur'd by vs. What e're the cause be Treason is a sinne Rebellious Armes cannot true honour win The sword is not the Subjects His defence In all extreames Is Prayer and Patience 404 Therefore deare spirits dye not your silver Armes Into a Sanguine with your Mothers bloud Let not vnciuill hands cause ciuill harmes For priuate griefe confound not publike good Not all the water in the Ocean flood Can wash the Sin from you and your Allyes For Treason liues although the Traitor dyes 405 Sweet Trent How were thy Christall-waters stain'd With English-bloud that was at Burton shed Let Burrow-bridge a Golgotha bee nam'd A field of death wherein lay buried So many people and all Natiues bred 'Gainst forreigne foes had those liues bin Imploy'd We had not grieu'd though they had nobly dy'd 406 At last the doubtfull victorie prou'd mine The Barons lost the day and lost their liues Their heads went-off whose hearts did so repine Against their Prince For treason seldom thriues That great all-seeing God whose knowledge diues
King Edward the 2. surnamed Carnaruen was crouned att Westminster at the 22. yere of his age the 24. of febru 1308. he Raigned 19 yere 6 monethes was deâ—â—sed the 25 of Iaâ—â—â—â—rius 1326. he was slayne in the Castle of barkley in the 43 yere of his age THE HISTORIE OF EDWARD THE SECOND Surnamed CARNARVAN one of our English KINGS Together with the Fatall down-fall of his two vnfortunate Favorites GAVESTON and SPENCER Now Published by the Author thereof according to the true Originall Copie and purged from those foule Errors and Corruptions wherewith that spurious and surreptitious Peece which lately came forth vnder the same Tytle was too much defiled and deformed With the Addition of some other Observations both of vse and Ornament By F. H. Knight LONDON Printed by B. A. and T. F. for L. Chapman and are to be sold at his Shop at the vpper end of Chancery-Lane 1629. TO HIS VERY LOVING Brother Mr. RICHARD HVBERT the Author of this historicall Poëme F. H. Knight wisheth all Health and Happinesse WORTHY SIR I Know that noble Natures desire more to doe good then to hearâ— of the good they doe and therefore without all farther Complement you shall giue me leaue Onely to say thus much That if GOD and Nature had not yet your many kind and Constant fauours to mee and all mine haue made mee truely your owne which as I gladly acknowledge so I would haue the World take notice That I am both sensible of them and thankefull for them And now Sir being already deepe in your debt I must still runne farther vpon your score by committing to your Care and custodie this Innocent Child not of my Body but of my Braine It is surely of full Age for It was conceiued and borne in Queene Elizabeths time but grew to more maturitie in King IAMES's and therefore as wee vse to say It should be now able to shift for It selfe But I that gaue It life finding the weaknesse thereof was fully resolved to keepe It still at home vnder mine owne wing and not to let It see the Sunne when loe after Twenty yeares concealement when I thought the vnfortunate Babe like to It 's Father euen dead to the World I saw the false and vncomely Picture of my poore Child taken by a most vnskilfull hand offered to the publicke sight and censure of euery judicious Eye and though that could not yet truely I did blush for It to see It so nakedly so vnworthily so mangled and so maymed thrust into the world that I scarce knew It and was asham'd to owne It And therefore good Brother to vindicate both It and my Selfe from those grosse and sencelesse Errours wherewith that false Bastard was too foulie deformed I haue now sent It abroad to seeke It's fortunes in It 's own true shape and habite desiring your Selfe and euery vnderstanding Reader for I know It is not for the vse of euery Ordinarie Eye to lâ—oke vpon that former Peece with scorne and Contempt and once againe to take a resurvay of It as now It Appeares in It's owne true feature and posture It may bee you shall find somewhat in It both to informe the Vnderstanding and to rectifie the Affections and if in any of the Passages thereof It shall seeme eyther too light and remisse or too bold and free eyther too open and tart or too sparing and reseru'd That you must impute eyther to the matter that I handle or the parties that I personate which must of necessitie be drawne according to the true Life both in colours and proportion or else the Worke will bee of very little vse and of lesse Grace and Ornament eyther to my Selfe or others And so humbly desiring the Almighty to blesse You both in Soule Body and Estate I rest not your Servant according to the new and fine but false Phrase of the Time but in honest old English your loving Brother and true Friend for euer FRAN HVBERT THE AVTHORS PREFACE ⸫ 1 REbellious thoughts why doe you tumult so And striâ—e to breake from forth my troubled brest â—t not enough that I my selfe doe know The mouing Causes of mine owne vnrest â—â—s't not enough to know my selfe distrest O no Surcharged hearts must needs complaine Some ease it is though small to tell our paine 2 Yet weyward thoughts retire vnto your home â—nto my heart your proper home retire There rest in your vnrest till Death â—oth come And Death will come call'd by conceal'd desire For Coales rak'd vp glow more then open Fire And deepest streames doe run with smoothest speed And silent griefes are the true griefes Indeed 3 But if my heart bee so Inâ—r'd to groaning Or if my tongue must bee the voyce of Sorrow Or that my Pen bee still Injoyn'd to moaning Because my night of Care hath neuer morrow Yet of my griefe thus much at least I 'le borrow That for a time I may surcease mine owne And tune my Muse to tell anothers moane 4 Anothers moane to tell my Muse is tun'd If any tune can bee in jaâ—ring Griefe And I a King for subject haue assum'd An English King Whâ—â— whilst he liâ—'d was chiâ— In Honours height yet dyed without reliefe So true is that which SOLON once did say No man is Happie till his dying day F. H. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF EDVVARD the Second 5 IT is thy sad disaster which I sing Carnarvan EDVVARD Second of that name Thy Minions pride thy States ill-managing Thy Peeres revolt the sequell of the same Thy Life thy Death I sing thy Sin thy shame And how thou wert depriued of thy Crowne In highest fortunes cast by Fortune downe 6 Did I say Fortune Nay by Folly rather By vnrespect vnto the rules of State For let a Prince assure himselfe to gather As he hath planted eyther Loue or Hate Contempt or Dutie not the workes of Fate Much lâ—sse of Fortune but of due respects To Causes which must needs produce effects 7 As if a Prince doe draw his plat-forme right And then with courage builds vpon the same His ends proues happie But by ouersight Hee that is weake wholly subuerts the frame Of his owne building and doth Idly blame Fortune the seruant to deseruing merit But the Commander of the aâ—ject spirit 8 In which discourse if I shall hap to touch Those faults which in our time are frequent growne Let not the gall'd offender winch or grudge For I intend a priuate wrong to none Onely I would haue those same errours knowne By which the State did then to ruine runne That warn'd by theirs Our Age like sins mighâ— shunne 9 Nor doe I meane to bound my selfe so much As onely for to tye mee to those Times The causes courses consequents I 'le touch Of later Ages and of their designes And if detrâ—ctions breath doth blast my Lines Bee it for me I haue for my defence The priuie-Coat of harmlesse Innocence 10 And thou * great King that now do'st weild our State
Prince His gracious touch may gild without offence The greatest wants and make him for to soare A loftie Pitch that flagg'd the wing before 164 Not all the painfull passages one spends In serious Contemplation of deepe Arts Nor any-one Imployment so commends The Agent though a man of rarest parts As when the Prince but One sweet smile Imparts One Looke of Loue One Eye-glance of delight Hath power to change darke Clouds to Sunnes most bright 165 The Eyes of Kings are more then simply Eyes They are the Starres that doe predominate Th' affayres of men and in theyr Influence lyes The good or bad of euery-ones estate They are the Primum Mobile of Fate They whirle about our Fortunes as they list And as they fauour men are Curst or Blist 166 A Kings smooth brow Is the true dwelling place Of Honour wealth dependancie respect And in his frowning fore-head Liues disgrace Death Exile want a generall neglect A world of wrongs let that poore wretch expect Bee it All Riuers to the Sea must runne And euery Light receiue light from the Sunne 167 Let them bee great whom Kings resolue to grace It is a Priuiledge that is theyr owne To rayse such as they please to wealth or place Is truely proper to the Kingly throne And hath not bin deny'd to any-One Lewes th' eleuenth did say hee spent his Raigne In making and in marring men againe 168 Some by the Schoole some by the Lawes do mount Some by the Sword and some by Nauigation All streames haue heads though not the selfe-same fount Shall onely Kings admit a Limitation How high for what desert or of what Nation They shall advance It were a wretched thing On that Condition to become a King 169 To make new Creatures Is the Princes due And without murmur let him haue his owne The danger onely Is to him that 's new For Enuie euer waytes on such an-One Both from those men that are not so well growne And from great houses too who streight wil feare Lest such new Stars should thrust them froÌ„ theyâ— Spheare 170 And those which once haue got the highest staire Will keep them downe that mount with too much hast 'T is best say some to rise but soft and faire If thou wilt gaine thy journies end at last Tyre not thy meanes by posting ouer-fast Stirre like a Dyall vnperceiu'd to moue So shalt thou gather strength and purchase loue 171 And therefore they that found a Familie Must gather wealth liue vnder theyr estates Make great pretences of Humilitie Ally them-selues with grac'd Confederates Serue Great mens turnes so to avoyd theyr hates For Cerberus with Hony-sops was pleas'd And Malice must with Mildnes bee appeas'd 172 Then let It bee his worke that next succeeds To rayse him-selfe vnto a farther height By home-Imployments or by forreine deeds Or by vnlading some of that rich fraight Of wealth which he had stor'd And that wil streight Bring Honour to his house That golden key To all designes opens a ready way 173 Nor shall â—ee find such eager Opposition Time hauing worne out all his Fathers foes Or else perhaps altred theyr dispositions By Guifts by Matches by Obsequious showes Or else perchance for feare of future blowes And so some few discents from heyre to heyre The newnesse of the House will varnish faire 174 Where sodaine Greatnes ruin'd Gaveston Whom I too much preferr'd before my Peeres Who did possesse mee more then any One From whence grew many jealousies and feares Close discontents which at first appeares Of little moment worthlesse of respect But prou'd such skarres as wee did least expect 175 It is the praise and blessing of the Sunne To make his heate and light both generall Princes are Sunnes and both must freely runne An open Course and not bee seuerall Vnto some few but common vnto all The poorest he that breathes this Song may sing Wee all haue Interest in the Ayre and King 176 And this too much did speake my heady passion Who like pure water should haue had no tast This Error did my gouernment disfashion That Gaveston vnworthily was grac'd And made too great a monster huge and vast Who in this growth being vnproportionall Became offensiue to himselfe and all 177 The Court which in my Fathers life-time seem'd A Senate-house of siluer-headed Sages Might now a pompous Theater bee deem'd Pester'd with Panders Players and with Pages Of my ensuing fall too true presages And yet in shew It seemed fairer farre So Comets glister more then any Starre 178 But O the quiet of that happie Land Where aged Nestors beare the chiefest sway Where strength of mind more rules then force of hand Where Old men bid and Young men do obey Where Ages winter guideth youths sweet May. But when the foot or hand Commands the head The Body then is many wayes misled 179 Let siluer hayre and long-experienc'd Age Bee sole directors of each enterprize Let youth bee as an Actor on the Stage To execute what stayder-heads deuise For Youth is Actiue Age discreet and wise Youth is more daring but precipitate Age more Iudicious and considerate 180 Yet should not Statists bee too-aged men Because by too much time theyr spirits decay They Earthy grow and Melancloly then Heauie and dull theyr Edge being worne away Weyward and teachy wrangling all the day Full of moâ—ositie and which is worse Extreamly giu'n to gripe and fill the purse 181 Besides wee see some men are ripe betimes Like Summer fruit soone pleasing to the tast And if those Spirits in whom such vertue shines May bee with Greatnes and Imployments grac'd They Come to full maturitie at last Men of exceeding worth when they are growne Both for their Countries good for their owne 182 But to my Selfe Who did neglect my Peeres And only did divote my selfe to pleasure Lou'd I Why Loue it selfe loues youthfull yeres Spent I Why Kings should not be â—laues to treasure Heard I not Subiects suits I had no leisure Did I neglect my Peeres conuerse What then Ioue is not ty'd to sort him-selfe with men 183 When they did say that Scottish Bruce did burne My Northerne borders and did wast the same Then sighing I to Gaveston would turne And say sweet Pierce my selfe feels fancies flame I saw I loue I dye for such a Dame Cupid I feare to mee a Bruce will proue My Holds by him my heart is fir'd by Loue. 184 With these and many more fantasticke toyes I shifted-off my Councell when they came I had not time enough to spend in joyes Why should I spare one minute from the same Let them that list by warres goe out for fame I force it not giue mee those pleasing warres Where blowes are giu'n but such as cause no scarres 185 But when the field is to a field bed turn'd When Eyes like sharpest Lances pierce yet please WheÌ„ amorous Harts with equall flames are burn'd When Foes lye downe our furie to appease And lips on lips
his sharpe auenging sword Till his just plagues no breathing time afford Then I haue sinn'd Pray for me Let them goe And then who God Is Pharoh learnes to know 517 So doth the Sharpest bryer heare sweetest Rose And bittrest Poâ—ions purge the body best How woundrously doth God his workes dispose That eu'n by Crosses he can make vs blest And hatch our chiefest joy in sorrowes nest Then let vs not repine against his doome But weaue our web as he hath warp'd our loome 518 And Reading of the world thou read'st aright It is indeed but meerely temporall And those deare pleasures wherein men delight Friends honours riches all are Casuall And as they haue their honny so their gall There 's nothing certaine in the world but this That euery worldly thing vncertaine Is. 519 Whom Rosie Phoebus rising in the East Hath seene aloft in glory and renowne Before he tooke his lodging in the West Hath often seene as low dejected downe That man that in the morning wore the Crown Had not er'e night nor Crown nor head to weare So full of frailties are our fortunes here 520 These were our parlies as we sate alone These tearefull Tributes duely were defraid Now did we walke and weepe now sit groane Till faithlesse Welch me friendles wretch betrays Vnto their hands who streight waies me conueys To Kâ—nnelworth where I imprison'd lay And neuer after saw one happy day 521 The proofe whereof we doe not onely see But by a selfe experience we doe feele Others to vs haue taught others shall bee Inform'd by vs how that part of the wheele That 's now aloft doth streight wayes downward reele And never rests at any certaine stay But vp and downe weares out a wearie way 522 The Spencers both the Father and the Sonne Discended of an ancient worthy race By whose directions all designes were done And nothing past with-out their speciall grace They were so great in power so high in place Both dy'd such wretched deaths as men may say A gloomie night shut vp a glorious day 523 To vse the French-mans phrase vnder an Oake They both of them at seuerall times did dye Their Bodies quartered by the Hangmans stroake Their Heads cut off were placed very high As Spectacles for euery enuious Eye Which done sayes form of Law by lawlesse will Though they deseru'd It was vnjust and Ill. 524 The Sonne Glosters proud Earle so great before Had a white Paper fix'd vpon his head Wherein both to disgrace and grieue him more In * Capitall letters were Caractred Those words that in one of the Psalmes are read For so the two and fiftieth doth begin Thou Mightie Man why do'st thou boast iâ— Sinne 525 Vnhappie Lord It was enough to dye It was too much to dye with sâ—orne and shame Men should not trample vpon miserie Since euery Mothers Sonne may share the same I know he was in many things too blame Proud griping cruell Well Say what you can Yet giue me leaue to say Hee was a man 526 I write not Idly doe not read mee so I pray obserue vpon what slipperie way Greatnes that is too great doth euer goe How apt It is to catch a fall and they That so doe slip how readily they may Breake their own necks without especiall grace They fall not soft that fall from an high place 527 Besides who will obserue the Course of things From Conquering Williams Raigâ—e til this our age Shall find how those great Fauorites of Kings Haue by themselues bin brought to tragicke stage Or prou'd vnprosperous by the vulgar rage Or weeded vp by him that next succeeds Such dangerous humours swelling greatnesse breeds 528 Thou shalt not need to trauaile very farre To fetch in matter to informe thy mind Of which our Stories true relaters are Studie but them Thou shalt not faile to find Particuler Examples in each kind I am but as an Index to a Booke To point thee too 't Turne thou the leaues and looke 529 Aske Wolsey Aske Lord Cromwell Both will say That Princes Minions doe but hold at will That fauours neuer were Free holds but they Are soone transferr'd from one t' another still That as the wind doth change So must the Mill. Bee turn'd about and euery-one doth know Winds doe not alwayes in one quarter blow 530 Empson and Dudley flourish'd very faire And mightie were during seuenth Henries raigne But he being dead his next succeeding Heire Did cut them downe and they did fall againe They had their waxing and they had their wane And for the vulgar rage who doth not know How many mightie men haue perish'd so 531 I was my selfe depos'd by Parliament From Princely rule as one not fit to raigne Both Peeres and people all did giue consent That I vnking'd in durance should remaine And sent their Agents to me to explaine That if I would not to my Sonne resigne They 'd chuse a Prince out of some other Line 532 O Englands Peeres weigh what you take in hand Looke but with Iudgement into your designe That which you now attempt will wracke the Land The wounds whereof will bleed in after-time And Babes vnborne will Curse your hatefull crime For what so doth peruert the course of things Wrath Enuie death and desolation brings 533 There is a lawfull and a certaine right Which alwayes must be kept Inuiolate And being infring'd by practise or by might Drawes fearfull Iudgements downe vpon a State Then you or yours will wish although too late That I had kept my rightfull Int'rest still And you had not bin Agents in this Ill. 534 When your owne children shall each other wound And with accursed hands gore eythers brest When Ciuill furie shall your state confound Then will you say His Ghost is not at rest His whom vnjustly we haue dispossest The second Eâ—wards for whose Sacrifice Your Nâ—phews then shall pay a bloudie price 535 Neuer O neuer was the rightfull Course Of this our Crowne peruerted or supprest But still the same hath bin the fatall source Of many mischiefes and of much vnrest And as the Land hath bin therewith opprest So the vsurpers neuer kept it long In any quiet what they got with wrong 536 William who with his sword did get the Crowne Winning by Conquest what he kept with Care The true lawfull heire being shouldred down Like a wood-Lyon His owne word did fare Against the English whom he did not spare Or young or old that were of worth and place And for the rest He yoak'd with bondage base 537 And as he toyl'd the Land with his vnrest So tasted hee his share of miserie Robert rebels a Byrd of his owne nest The Normans breake forth into mutinie Tâ—â— ' opressed English hatch conspiracie Alwayes in Forreigne broyles or Ciuill strife And so wastes forth a wretched wearie life 538 Nay Death the Period-maker of all moane Eu'n against Nature followes him with spight The mightie Prince of thousands waited-on Being dead
portraiture 645 The Earth it selfe is wearie of my paine And like a tender Mother moanes for mee From me thou cam'st returne to me againe Within my wombe I 'le keepe the safe quoth she And from these vile abuses set thee free Never shall these fell Tyrants wrong thee more Hee that payes death dischargeth euery score 646 These bodyes that thou seest thy Brothers were Subject to many wants and thousand woes They now are clear'd from Care and free'd from feare And from the pressures of Insulting foes And now they liue in joy and sweet repose Thy selfe can'st witnesse that they feele no woe And as they rest eu'n thou shalt rest thee so 647 Their eyes that whil'st they liu'd oft Tyded teares Thou seest how sweetly they Injoy their rest Those harsh vnpleasing sounds that wrong'd their Eares Are turn'd to Angels tunes among the blest Their Soules that were w th pensiue thoghts possest Now in their Makers bosome without end Injoy that peace whereto thy Soule doth bend 648 And thou hast need of peace poore wretched Soule If euer any Soule had need of Peace God being in Armes against thee doth enroule All Nature in his list which doth not cease To fight against thee and doth still Increase Thy wretchednesse forbeare rebellious dust To warre with him who is most great and just 649 O would to God that I had dy'd ere this Then had my sinnes bin feweâ— then they are Then had my Soule long since repos'd in blisse That now Is wandring still in wayes of Care Lifes griefe exceeds lifes good with-out CoÌ„pare Each day doth bring a fresh supply to Sorrow Most wretched now yet shal be more to morrow 650 My carefull mother might haue helped mee When I lay sprawling in her tender wombe If she had made her burd'ned Bellie bee My fruit-lesse birth-bed and my fatall Tombe Sure had she knowne her Sonnes accursed doome She never would haue wrong'd her selfe so much To beare a wretch saue whom was never such 651 My tender Nurse is guilty of these paines Shee might haue put some poyson in my pap Or let me fall and so dash'd out my braines When she full oft did dance me on her lap A thousand wayes had freed me from mishap But he whom Heau'n ordaines to liue distrest Death will delay to set that wretch at rest 652 For Death's the wearie Pilgrims rest and joy This world of woes a hard and flintie way Our birth the path that leades to our annoy Our friends are fellowâ—passengers to day And gone to morrow Honour Is a stay That eyther stops or leades vs else amisse Pleasures are Theeues that Intercept our blisse 653 And in the passage as the way doth lye Wee meet with seuerall Innes wherein we rest Some at the Crowne are lodg'd and so was I Some at the Castle So am I distrest Some at the Horne That married folkes doe feast Though men haue divers Innes yet all men haue One home to which they go that 's the graue 564 Yet whil'st we trauaile Fortune like the weather Doth alter faire or foule so doth our way If faire then Friends like foules do flocke together If foule Each man doth shift a severall way Onely our vertues or our vices stay And goe with vs whose endlesse memorie Doth make vs liue or dye Eternally 655 This Is the freight that men cannot vnload No not by death Therefore Mortalitie Worke for thy selfe whil'st here thou hast abode For on the present hath dependancie Eyther thy endlesse blisse or miserie And death 's the Convoy to conduct vs home Come death to me that I to rest may Come 656 Perhaps thou fearst me being great and hye O death Man were a thing Intollerable Were he not mortall But eu'n Kings must dye No priuiledge doth against death Inable Both fat and leane are dishes for his Table The diff'rence this The poore-one hath his graue The great-one hee his Monument must haue 657 Our fates may be concein'd but not Controul'd Before our dated time we cannot dye Our dayes are numbred and our minutes told Both life and death are destin'd from on high And when that God that rules the Imperiall skye Shall find It fit then thou shalt goe in peace Meane while with patience looke for thy release 658 Thus vnto Care I pay'd his due Complaint And joynd withall my tributarie teares Such my laments for griefe finds no restraint As they at last did come vnto their Eares That by the Castle past which caus'd such feares In their selfe-guilty soules that vs'd me so As they resolu'd by death to end my woe 659 To which effect came Letters from the Court Written by Tarleton at the Queenes command In such a cloudie and ambiguous sort That diuers wayes one might them vnderstand By pointing them That if they should be scann'd Hee and his Letters might be free from blame And they Delinquents that abus'd the same 660 The words were these * Kill Edward doe not feare 'T is good which being Comma'd diuersly As pleas'd the Reader double sence may beare O Art Thou art the Earths chiefe treasurie But being Imploy'd to practise villanie What monstrous births from thy faire wombe do spring So Grâ—mmar here is made to kill a King 661 Which to effect They first remoued mee From forth the place where I before did lye And made a shew as if they seem'd to bee Compassionated for my miserie And would hereafter graunt Immunitie From such vnworthy vsage So we see The Sunne shines hot before the shower wil bee 662 But being ouer-watch'd and wearied too Nature was much desirous of some rest Which gaue them opportunitie to doe What they desir'd for being with sleepe opprest They clap great massie Beds vpon my brest And with their weight so kept me down withall That breath I could not much lesse Cry or Call 663 And then into my Fundament they thrust A little horne as I did groueling lye And that my violent death might shun mistrust Through that same horne a red hot Spit whereby They made my guts and bowels for to fry And so Continu'd till at last they found That I was dead yet seem'd to haue no wound 664 And here I pitch the Pillars of my paine Now Ne plus vltra shall my Poesie bee And thou which hast describ'd my tragicke raigne Let this at least giue some content to thee That from disastrous fortunes none are free Now take thy web out of the Loomes againe And tell the world that all the world Is vaine THE AVTHORS Noli peccare 1 FOrbeare to Sinne God hath thee still in sight Nothing is hid from his all seeing Eye Though thou putt'st on the Sables of the night Thou canst not cloud thy selfe from him thereby All time all place all Ends and all thy meanes He better sees then thou the Suns bright beames 2 Forbeare to Sinne The Angels grieue for thee When by thy Sinne thou grieu'st thy louing Lord. Those noble natures our Attendants bee To whom both day and night they doe afford Theyr dearest seruice O vnkind too much To cause their griefe whose loue to thee is such 3 Forbeare to Sinne For eu'n that damned Fiend That mou'd thee first and sooth'd thee in thy Sin When hee hath once attayn'd his cursed End And made thee Act his ill will straight begin To aggrauate thy guilt Hee 'l vrge thy shame Against thy selfe that vrg'd thee to the same 4 Forbeare to Sinne For out of Sinne doth breed A biting worme that gnawes the Sinner still Deuouring wolfe that on thy selfe doest feed Blacke Register that do'st record our Ill. And makes the Soule the booke where thou dost write Sad thoughts by day and fearefull dreames by night 5 Forbeare to Sinne Death standeth at the Doore Ready to Enter on thy house of Earth One day being spent The lesser is thy store Of time to come Man dyes from his first birth Who euer writes or speakes of any-One Still ends his tale with Mortuus est Hee 's gone 6 Forbeare to Sinne There is a day of Doome There are Records where thy sinnes are Inrol'd There is a just and fearefull Iudge from whom Lyes no appeale Who cannot bee control'd Whom teares-almes prayers may here to mercy moue But theÌ„ there is no place for peace or loue 7 Forbeare to Sinne Because there is a Hell Where cease-lesse ease-lesse Endlesse torments be Where Diu'ls all the damned Soules doe dwell Whom Millions of yeares shall neuer free Where to remaine Is grieuous past Conceit And whence not any hope to make retreat Therefore to End as I did first begin Let these respects make thee forbeare to Sin Quorum si singula duram Flectere non possunt possunt tamen Omnia Mentem FRAN. HVBERT Miles Timens Deum non habet quod timeat vlterius FINIS IACOBVS 1 Tacitus Sardanapalus A transmigration of the soule froÌ„ one body to another Onâ— of Pythagoras his dreames Alexander magnus Themisâ—ocles Rich. 2. ALEXANDER Epiroâ— SARDANAPALVS ROVVEN HENRY 4. the Great The death of GAVESTON IACOB I. Da obuluâ—â—â— Bellisario vâ—â—â—ator queâ—â— Inuidia noâ—â— culpa cacâ—â—â—â—â—it formâ—â— suaepetitionâ—â— IACOB I. Tho. Plantaginet Earle of Lancaster Richard 〈◊〉 Earle of Warwicke 〈…〉 Constable of the Tower ADAM DE ORLETON or TARLTON Bâ—shâ—p of Hereford By Narwich in Essex HENRY 4. RICH. 2. Bishop of Winchester ALEXANDER Quid gloriâ—â—vis potens iâ—â— molitiâ—â—udâ— HENRY 1. Speaker of the Parliament Henry Earle of Lecester kept him at Kenelworth Tho. Gurney Iob. Maltrevers Knights â—linius Edward umâ—â— occidere nolitâ— timere bâ—num est Deus videt Angelâ— tristaÌ„tur Diabolus accusat Conscientiaterret Mors minatur â—â—dicium instat â—nferni â—crâ—ciant