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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14918	The mirror of martyrs, or The life and death of that thrice valiant capitaine, and most godly martyre Sir Iohn Old-castle knight Lord Cobham	Weever, John, 1576-1632.	1601 (1601)	STC 25226; ESTC S111646	22,568	94

Here Cobham liues oh doe not say he liues But dying liues or liuing howerly dies● A liuing death exilement alwaies giues A banisht man still on his death bed lies Mine high estate is low misfortunes graue My power restrain'd is now a glorious slaue What in exilement to my sect befell Daigne to vnfould mellifluous Mercurie Nay stay why shouldst thou to the world tell That with thy tong all eies abhord to see Yet greefe kept in ofttimes doth grow more fell For riuers damm'd aboue the bank doe swell This Act proclaim'd and disanuld in many Twice twentie hundred soules were martyred Out of the land to Spaine and Germanie Bohemia Fraunce and Scotland others fled Who would not flie what patient man can bide In Clergie men ambitious hautie pride Sir Roger Acton Browne and Beuerley Knight Squire and Preacher valorous vertuous good In Chr●stenmas vpon Saint Thomas day Gainst certain Priests vpon a quarrell stood For which so hainous and inhumane wrong They were attacht and into prison flong Now was the month which Ianus hath to name Of old new christened by Pompilius And wondrous proud that he had got such fame Added feeld-purging Februarius Ianus bifronted one which bids adew Vnto the old yeare entertaines the new When Roger Acton Beuerley and Browne Of Heresie conuicted by the Act To Thicket feelds vpon an hurdle drawne Were hang'd and burn'd O more then monstrous fact And through the Realme all Artists it would cumber By that fore Act the martyres all to number Some two yeares after was a mutinie An vproare tumult or rebellion In Saint Gyles feelds the which conspiracie Acton and I some doe affirme begone But the Kings power not able to with-stand We fled were taken burned out of hand Which time tree-garnisht Cambriaes loftie mountaines Did ouer-shade me with their beetle browes And by Elysiums Nectar-spouting fountaines Acton did march in Saint-triumphing showes From Wales returne I could not then to fight From Heauen Acton would not if he might Twice told two twelue months now the howers haue broke Their morning slumbers on the Sun to tend And bring his horses to the charriots yoke Mark now the period of my dolefull end The Clergie mallice not ore-blowne will haue me Though heauen and earth all had sworn to saue me With lordlie gifts and kinglie promises They fed Lord Powis gouernour in Wales He came to me pretending holinesse To true Religion for a time he falls And last his Iudas kindnes did bewray me Seeking all meanes how that he might betray me Powis his promise faine would haue forsaken Before the meanes for my attach he wrought I was not one so easie to be taken With his owne blood his bribes he dearlie bought But I not able to withstand his strength Not Hercules gainst two was tooke at length In greatest greefe this one thing made me glad Though hard t is fasten mirth with miserie That in mine absence Arundell was dread Which was resolu'd before my death to see But seld comes better he though void of grace Yet was a man the Deuill came in his place Thus ill at worst doth alway gin to mend And by example good doth often gaine That by degrees so rising in the end To perfect goodnesse it returnes againe So since his time they haue so risen still Thriuing in good as they decaid in ill Now goodnesse raised to her highest pitch In snow-white robes is sent vs for a gift The radiant splendour of this Empire ritch Whose shining lustre heauens doth enlight O that I could a spirit in thee breathe Whose life preserues diuinitie from death By Chichley Archbishop of Canterburie And Bedford Prorex oh the King was absent Of Treason I 'm condemn'd and Heresie A double crime a double punishment My iudgement giuen of death the day and hower Appointed I am sent back to the Tower Death the pale daughter of black Erebus What fashion to appeare in doth not know But councell takes of Nox and Morpheus What forme most terrour and amaze will show Hell Sleepe Night Death are troubled to deuise What new found shape might please these tyrants eies Two fyrie coursers foming clottred blood Whurries at last Death bound in iron chaines Whil'st goblings gaping like a whirle-poole wood Doe lash their goarie sides with steeled yaines Blood and reuenge by in a chariot ride Millions of furies scudding by their side Which all at once doe vomit Sulphure flakes Throw scorching brands which wrapt in brimston choke The trembling Audience that affrighted quakes To vew the Sun eclipst with steaming smoke To heare deuils ghosts and feends howle roare yell Filling the earth as though they empted hell To Thickets feeld thus was Oldcastle hurried The gallowes built of purpose wondrous hie Neare to the top of which as one lies buried In three cold chaines mine aged corps doe lie The faggots fyr'd with me the gallowes burne I call on God and to the fyre I turne The Prelates curse alowd the people crie One would rebell another him aswageth One sighs to vew anothers blubred eie One murmuring railes another inlie rageth All weep some howle some faint some swound some die Deafing the heauens darkening the skie The bundels cracke with that the mourning Aire Comes whisking round to coole the raging flame When he perceiues his breathes but bellowes are Rather to kindle then to coole the same He turnes himselfe to water and he raines To quench the fyre and ease me of my paines The fyre red-blushing of his fact ashamed Clad him in Smoke the smoke to Aire he turned That aire to water water earth receiued Earth like the fyre to melt to water burned Earth Water Aire Fyre symboliz'd in one To quench or coole Oldcastles Martyrdome But now I gaspe I fry I drop I fall My Chaines doe yeeld Spectators stand agast To make the which abhorred more of all My Bootes and Spurs must in the fyre be cast O death strange death which to describe at large Would aske sweete Ouids wit and Nestors age If wits pearle-dropping Opobalsamum In Amber-streaming Eloquence were drie Vnto my bleached cindars she might come And take a fluent Helicon supplie Mine Ashes bath'd in th'vnguent of her eies A siluer-fethered Phaenix would arise Ah no! my bodies snow-white burned ashes Those harmlesse reliques cast were in the riuer Whose salt-fresh-meeting waues betwixt them washes Like Lethe my remembrance not to liue here My vertues fame is like my bodies death Kindled with a blast and burnt out with a breath And in this idle age who 's once forgotten Obliuion dims the brightnesse of his glory Enuie is ripe before his bones be rotten And ouerthrowes the truth of vertues story Despoil's his name and robs him of his merits For naught but fame man after death inherits Nor can my soule within the sable night When all but louers welcome carelesse rest Like to some subtle shade or wandring spright With goarie sides and deeper lanched brest Holding in tho'ne hand wildfyre in the other A torch to stifle th' aire with pitchie smother With deep sunke eyes lanke cheeks and pallide hew Dismembred armes sharpe visage doubtfull sight Enter some watchfull Poets secret mew His heauenly thoughts and quiet studies fright With hollow voice commaunding him set forth Immortall verse for my entomblesse worth Then should the world on brasen pillers view me with great Achilles in the house of Fame His Tutor'd pen with Tropheis would renew me And still repaire the ruin of my name But I 'm inuirond with the Elisian feelds Which for departed soules no passage yeelds But Wickleues soule now beares me company And Ierome Prages within the highest heauen These were my comfort in calamitie Whose ioyes Rome sayes her curses hath bereauen Thus if they could they would denie vs t' haue In heauen our soules as in the earth our graue Iewes burie him which railes on Moses lawes Turkes him which worships not their Alkaron Tartarians him which Cham no reuerence shawes The Persians him which worships not the sun More rigorous cruell then this Romish crew Then Persian Turke Tartarian or Iew. Their dead in banquets Scithians deuoure Their dead with dogs Hircanians do eate Phagi with fish with foule th' Assirian poure The Troglodites to wormes are giuen for meate More heath'nish papists they deny me t' haue In beast fish foule in man or worme my graue Becket was wounded in his priests apparrell In Romes defence his death was glorious I burnt vnburied drown'd for Christs owne quarrell My death to most was ignominious He prais'd adornd and for a martyr sainted Whilst I Romes scoffe my rites of buriall wanted For Beckets sake erected was a tombe Like an Egiptian high Pyramides Millions of bare-foote pilgrims yeerely come With tapers burning to his holynes Till Henry th' eight by Cromwells good procurement Cast downe this mocke-ape toy this vaine alurement The glorious beutie of this brightest shrine The treasorie of euer-springing gold Becket is set now doth Oldcastle shine Him for a Saint within your Kalends hold Thus fooles admire what wisest men despiseth Thus fond affects doe fall when vertue riseth Wit spend thy vigour Poets wits quintessence Hermes make great the worlds eies with teares Actors make sighes a burden for each sentence That he may sob which reades he swound which heares Mean time till life in death you doe renew Wit Poets Hermes Actors all adew FINIS

lady-woing eloquence The fetcher of Euridice from hell The cowards courage to vphold his armes The valiant mans encountring fresh alarmes The ioy to griefe-accloyd calamitie Thebes singing Syren to display her banners Prisoners comfort in cold miserie Cares cosoner reformer of the manners In sorrow smart exilement hunger anguish An helper least we faint despaire or languish Wench-wanton Ioue and faire Electraes daughter Of seauen starres the seauenth not appearing Empresse of solace greatest Queene of laughter Venus white doue and Mars his onely dearing Why am I thus in thy remembrance rotten And in thy sweete saint-pleasing songs forgotten Had some feirce Lionesse by the Libian so untaines Or blacke-mouth'd barking Scilla brought thee forth On flintie Etnaes sulphur-flaming mountaines By Tygres nurs'd in th'ice congealed north Thou couldst not be more frozen harted hatefull Injurious more lesse louing more vngratefull Neptune obtayning but his Amphitrite By the Dolphins meanes in heauens azure frame In the remembrance of this benefite Ten star● compacted by the Dolphins name Nor Gods nor men but Clownes illiterate rude Would thus be poisned with ingratitude O but I heare thy notes Angelicall On Orpheus siluer-sounding Harp excuse thee Whose strayned ditties most melodicall Tell me the world in dotage doth abuse me The world is old and I more old in name Old age by youth's preseru'd not by the same The time 's in dotage and the world in yeares This organ-aged litle world man Which cradle-witted infant-waxen peares Gray coated fond pale hoarie feeble wan Bald drie diseased rheumaticke and cold Therefore the world is earthlie doting old He that lyes well doth well this ill age fit Hee 's a bare foole which speakes the naked Truth The one wise follie th' other foolish wit This stripling world is alwaies thus in youth Such wisdome's doting doting's frostie cold Therefore the world is foolish doting old Old age within her hart a Fox doth hold A Kyte in hand a Bee within her brest Fox false deceaues Kyte greedie catch thee wold Bee angrie stings beleev'd come neare deprest These signes all shew within this world I could Therefore the world is crooked dooting old Shee builds high roofes with ruines of the Church Sels lyes for nothing Nothing for too much Faith for three farthings t' haue thee in the lurch Shee 's meale mouth'd simple scarse abiding tuch First shee is greedie next her craft behold Therefore the world is wylie doting old When for a looke shee will be in the lawe To take the wall is by the wall to dye At a great word she will her poynard draw Looke for the pincke if once thou giue the lye Is she not angry hot audacious bold Therefore the world is testie doting old T is greedie first which vsurers will nourish T is craftie Lawers lie not to the truth T is angry Fencers euery where do flourish Craft anger vsury neuer seene in youth In crabbed age these vices we behold Doubtlesse the world is wonderous doting old But all the world in question is not cald For art can varnish o're decayed nature Old men haue haire and many yong men bald Yet perriwigs and painting helpe their feature In nature weake in art the world's strong The world in age againe thus waxeth yong When great Apollo shewes his threefold might And by his issue dayly's made the yonger Keeping his vertue influence and light May not man thinke thereby to liue the longer No he 's a father though his chin be bare But man's a monster if he want his haire Time was of old when all of vs were yong Then we learn'd much for litle were we knowing When riper yeares and manhoode made vs strong Then we knew much and more still would be showing Age knowes all well do nothing well it would In vertue yong the world in knowledge old Our fixed stars a pur-blind old mans eyes The aire 's a gnastie old mans breath ill smelling Water a rhume in dropsie when he lyes Valleyes rough wrinckles mountaines gowtie swelling The earth a sleepy old mans long-kept dregs Men now a feeble old mans windie egs Let vs but looke into the giants age Danske Corioneus English Albion Or Titans broode which gainst the heauens did rage Fierce Lentesmophius Effra Gration These were the worlds first youthfull progenie To these our men are an Epitomie Whose dig'd vp reliques if we but behold Do we not wonder at their ribs or teeth Like props and milstones so our issue old Will wonder at our greatnesse which she seeth Now are we dwarfs they will be pismires then This is the fumbling of our age● men Nor thou faire frame with azure lines thicke quoted Bright heauen thy swift orbicular round motion As Linceus-eyde Astronomers haue noted From East to West keepes not thy reuolution Seauen stars their seates haue left and lost some light The world is old when heauen is dimme of sight Ioue's gone to Libra from his amorous maide And Mercurie thou' rt fled to Scorpio then From Scorpio Saturne to the Shooters straide Mars loaths the crab lie's in the lions den How can the course of this our world go euen When all this ods and jarring is in heauen Pure thin and pleasing was the aires first breath Now thick grosse noysome t is whereon we feede A vile contagious mist which can vnneath But pestilence or worse diseases breede If sicknes thus infect her from the skies Then the world 's old and on her death bed lies The water famous by a Nimphs faire name Of some foule-leprous body now 's the lees The sea a sinke and riuers to the same Are rotten pipes so fountaines in degrees The world o'reworne vnwholesome for new birth Shee must returne needes to her grandame earth Our grandame earth whose for-head is o're thwarted With high-wayes bald whose backe huge buildings sway Whose bellie's stuft with piles of men departed Boweld puld out and garbisht euery day Heauen earth aire water man the world and all Are doting old and must to ruine fall Deceiptfull world blood-thirsty couetous Bleare-eyde mishapt vntoward impious Three-legd treble-tong'd bifronted traiterous Backe-broken bald enuie-swolne obliuious Aire water putriside heauen earth infectious To gods to men and to thy selfe injurious Wax old and die what dost thou want a toombe Into thy Chaos backe againe returne And thus twise child perhappes thou maist becoome Wax old a new the sooner to be borne Meane while encrease thou maist decrease thereby At length wax old and last for euer die Die thou for euer with thy harmonie Extenuate no more worth's matchlesse deedes Rochester blot me out of memorie Let Cobham haue disdaine for worthie meedes For slaue-borne pesants are for worthies deemed And worthies worse then pesants are esteemed Ioues Purfiuant nimble Mercurius The proloquutor of my worlds wonne glorie Swift as Medusaes flying Pegasus Heare now O heare the processe of my storie Greiu'd at the world in anger ouer-shot My iust complaint I almost had forgot Looke when the sun