allowance that no more was due Vnto those titles if they had beene true Now the Celestiall powers did ordaine A good effect from a bad accident A Fray at Norham where some Scotts were slaine Brought on the match beyond the Frayes intent 'T was a brave match but a strange kind of wooing Where both the parties sought their owne undoing From ouglie Discord did faire union come So dainty Beauties have their being drew From the darke horror of a Negroes womb Antiquity ne'r such a reason knew To ratifie her Axiom that strife Gave all things Being and all beings life These Nations Concord thus deriv'd from strife From stormie wrath and boistrous injurie Is in that Goddesse typified to life Who is the Queene of love and unity This Venus her Originall must have From a rough billow and a rugged wave The wayes of â—eav'n are Pathlesse ther 's no light To trace or pâ—â—ck them all those Counsels lye Vnder the Privy-Seale of depth and night That boundlesse Arme will worke by contrary And when that Oculist his skill will try Eve'n Clay shall be Colyrium for an eye King Iames incensed that no orders are Tooke by the wardens by his passion driv'n Dispachd a Herauld to denounce a warre If present satisfaction were not giv'n Henry was all for peace for with the Scott The warres were barren and he lov'd them not Therefore Grave Durham who was most engag'd They were his men that did this quarrell make Writes to the King of Scotland thus enragd But no smooth lines this angrie Mars can take Letters from Venus would have faild in this Sent by a Dove and sealed with a Kisse Not thus prevailing he in Person went But Henry first his businesse approves And was his letters fuller supplement For viva vox not the dead letter moves When he Preachd Peace King Iames to peace did bow And 's Gospels not Epistles did allow The King saw farther than the Bishop could He told him that his Match with England might This Knot of Peace inviolable hold A Princes thoughts sore above humane flight Ther 's not a King but is in this like Saul For by the head he 's higher than them all 'T was an indâ—biate Oracle he spake Divining that this matrimoniall tye The great Conjunction of both Realmes would make And that a Peace as fixd as destinie A greater truth nor Priest nor Sibyll gave From Delphian Tripod or Prophetick Cave That age the marriage saw and we in it The great effect a peace inviolate And since the dâ—slocated realmes are knit It will the juncture more consolidate Thus in a bone cure but the fracture right Those parts of all most solidly unite About this time our world began to thinke Of a New world 't was an Italian Head â—here this imagination first did sinck â—hat other Lands might be discovered As Blith Democritus of old had done In his assertion of more worlds than one Ev'n when the world had left to Hope for more And like the Three-Night Giant set a marke And non plus ultra not to be pass'd o're Columbus like the Dove sent from the Arke With wing-like Sailes by unknowne waters past Till he found footing for himselfe at last The furious Youth of Macedon was sad That one poore world should bound his victories But had Columbus lived then he had So plagu'd the Gallant with discoveries That he had forc'd him to confesse that store Did worse torment him now than want before The Prophesie of Seneca did make Small way to this discou'rie it exprest Rather a flash of Poetry and spake Of Islands in the North not in the West It sayd that Thule should no longer be The boundure of the Roman Monarchie This Probability more than the rest Mov'd Him for since but halfe of the degrees Of longitude were knowne toward the West He could not thinke the other halfe was Seas And that the Sunne did nought for halfe his race But gild the waves and there behold his face For this discovery he did obteine The use of three small Barkes from Ferdinand And sayling forty Dayes upon the Maine From the Canaries West discover'd land Then the ships seem'd to daunce and sailes unfurl'd Swel'd not with winde but pride for the New-world With poyson'd breath the Spanish pride would blast This glorious act For Envie doth invade Workes breathing to Eternitie and cast Vpon the fairest peece the greatest shade By petty starres her blacke infection skippes They 're Sunnes and Moones that suffer her Eclipse Nor he alone but even that Age shall want The glory of it since no Spaniard did Find it a Roman shall and hence they vant Some of Augustus coyne was there found hid Th' Historian and mintmaster did conjoyne To coyne this story and to forge this coyne For can it be that in Augustus time When Peace and learning strove with equall Glory And Arts were in their flourish and their prime This thing should not be register'd in story To leave so brave an action unwrit Argues both want of gratitude and wit Rather the Knight fam'd in the Welch records Shall have my Vote for in those Parts there were At their discov'rie found some Brittish words Good monuments that they had once beene there Henry may seeme entitled to the ground As by his Countreyman and subject found But the Acquist was for Castile mark'd downe By destiny which with the Golden East Did at the first compose the Catholick crowne And now hath gilt it with the Golden West And now the starres in his Dominions have Their rise and set their Cradle and their Grave Yet Henry had a tender of these lands Which he embrac'd not for it did not come In a fit time to one whose head and hands Had their just taâ—ke of businesse at Home Perkin that Little World did lately try The strength of Henries best discovery And tries it yet for Perkin hath contriv'd His freedome but is quickly had in chase To keepe him from the sea yet he arriv'd At th' Holy Iland of a Priviledge place And did unto the house of Bethlem flye In Bethlem then an Antichrist did lye The Promise of his life which was the baite That drew him out before drew him out now Some about Henry would have hang'd him straite But Henries disposition could not bow To hate a worme for spirits highly borne Did never joyne their anger to their scorne All that his stomacke suffer'd him to say Was take the Knave and put him in the stockes His heâ—les were justly punished for they Help'd his flight most where having heard their mockâ— And made a Spectacle they did him carry Vnto the Tow'r a fitter Sanctuary Lodg'd there his Keepers he attempts to win Who scorning his contemned state to Eye He plots to worke the Earle of Warwicke in To share the fate of his conspiracie It is hells Art an innocent to make Partake in Sinne in suffering to partake Wearie of life Warwicke the Plot embrac'd And ventur'd
Titulum ne horresce novantis Non rapit Imperium vis tua sed recipit Ausonius de Seuero THE HISTORIE OF That wise and Fortunate Prince HENRIE of that Name the Seventh King of England With that famed Battaile fought betweene the sayd King Henry and Richard the third named Crook-backe upon Redmoore neere Bosworth In a Poem by Charles Aleyn Vnus mihi pro populo populus pro uno London Printed by Tho. Cotes for William Cooke and are to be sold at his shop neere Furnivalls-Inne gate in Holburne 1638. Perlegi historicum hoc Poema dignumque judico quod Typis mandetur Tho. Wykes R. P. Episc. Lond. Chapell domest To his Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Aleyn on this his learned Poem Sume Superbiam Quaesitam meritis THinke not that these my weaker lines can raise Or to thy name or to thy worke a praise Yet give me leave to write and let these be The Testimonialls of my love to thee They 're no true Leigemen whosoe're disclaime Tribute of Prayse unto thy Henries name Who now by thee instated lives more high Than in the joyes of former Royalty And from thy hand receives a better Crowne Than was his Kingdomes Transitory one â—y thee he conquers Death and Time thy words â—â—eld him his honour more than could his swords And gaine a Nobler victory than he Obtained o're usurping Tyrannie Great Henry whom wise heaven did ordaine â—o blesse this Realme with thy most happy reigne No more dull Chronicle thy worth shall hold Or sullen prose thy Noble acts infold Behold the shrine wherein thy reverend story Shall ever be preserved and thy glory Fresh to all Ages then 't is just we give Praise to his name ' has made thine truely live Ed. Sherburne To my deare Friend Mr. Charles Aleyn WHen Fame had sayd thy Poem should come out Without a Dedication some did doubt If fame in that had told a truth but J Who knew her false boldly gave fame the lye For I was certaine that this booke by thee Was Dedicated to Eternity Thy true lover Ed. Prideaux THE HISTORIE OF HENRIE THE SEVENTH A Cesar or that Maximilian Who was our Henries learned Contemporary And his owne Annalist and Historian Could only pen our Henries commentary For onely light it selfe it selfe can show And none but Kings can write what Kings can doe Yet if those heights which with aspiring looke Doe over-top the rest are easilier found And with more certaine observation tooke By those who stand upon the lower ground Then Henries fame shall not disparrag'd be Although his Altitude be tooke by me Richard whose gummes his Birth-day armed saw Presage of cruelty will needes make true That dreaded signe for he against the Law After confinement Gray and Rivers slew For he the Devils Axiome did know If you depresse you must confound your foe Rivers and Gray must sacrificed be The sad oblation to Hastings power But to appease divine Astrea He Is offer'd next a Scaffold at the Tower His Altar was curses his Obits were And for the Priest an Executioner But here 's a story scarse hath Parallell For at the time those two destruction met At the same Day and houre Hastings fell As in a Clocke you see a 'larum set So was his Ruine set Heav'ns vengefull power Wheel'd Hastings fate and strooke him at an houre 'T was Policie Hastings should suffer next For he had done his worke when they were slaine Richard this doctrine borrow'd from a Text In Machiavell who did this knowledge gaine From Caesar Borgia Whom you doe imploy In mischiefe when 't is done you must destroy â—hen Richard did the Prince and Yorke oppresse For in the method of Confusion Th' other were humble premises unlesse The Prince and Yorke be the conclusion It seemes he would by their pure Crimson shed Turne Yorkes white Rose to the Lancastrian Red. Such Teares which from scorcht Phaetons sisters fell And in their fall did into Amber turne Would with their Ashes be proportion'd well Rich ashes worthy of so rich an urne For such sweete Corpses and such limmes as theirs No Tombe is fit but one congeal'd of teares Twin-brethren in their death 's What had they done O Richard sees a fault that they were in It is not Actuall but a Mortall one They Princes were 't was their Originall sinne Why should so sweete a Paire of Princes lacke Their Innocents Day in th' English Almanack Now here stand still and gaze their Father did Richard instruct Henry the sixt to Kill Their Father taught him by the blood he shed The Art how he his childrens blood should spill Who valew others blood at a low rate Make their owne cheaper to be higgled at The sword of vengeance which a single twine Held over Richards head must now drop downe With ruine at the point the Eye divine Hath spied a Hand that must lop off his Crowne Henry like Meleager must come o're And combat with this Caledonian Bore Fourth Edwards Queene and Henries mother plot The Vnion of her daughter and her sonne Both must be set as Flowers in Hymens Knot And the two Roses be conjoyn'd in one In Henries Royall Crowne there 's not a stone Gives it such lustre as this Vnion Fate did this Vnion to Henry owe In whom there was a union more rare The Heaven's doe not such a Conjunction show When the two highest Planets married are Scarse had the world seene such a union yet Where Wisdome Valour and where Fortune met But though the Queene and Lady had contriv'd Their Cabinet of councels close as his Who vow'd to burne his shirt if it conceiv'd But his least plot Yet all unlocked is By some false Key Kings have long hands and eares And then heare best when they have greatest feares Buckingham flies for this and monie 's bid For 's Head curs'd Banister the bargaine made And made his Lord his Ware and basely did Sell him for money which he ne'r was payd Ingratefull servant thou to him didst owe All that thou couldst and all thou couldst not doe Puissant Gold Redearth at first made man Now it makes Villaine this refined clod Can what nor love nor time nor valour can Iove could doe more in Gold than in a God Destruction surer comes and rattles lowder Out of a Mine of Gold than one of powder But Banister hath his merit this offence And treacherous Act his progenie betray'd To Heaven's revenge But why must Innocence Suffer for him stay there the Ancients made Divine Revenge to be the child of Night Shut to the Earths but open to heav'ns sight Th' immediate hand of Heav'n did scourge this sinne One sonne waâ— drown'd one sonne with lamenesse took White Leprous scales rough-cast his daughters skin His Eldest sonne was with a madnesse strooke And so unfit to be an heire that he Had not his portion oâ— humanitie But here I wonder Richard did not pay Such Traytors how can Richard justly looke For more such agents others
for it In him as in some Pictures you might see A different face on this side he was tooke For Yorke on that he did like Warwick looke Yet if you marke the Consequents you may Conceive that the Queene Dowager was she That did this Picture draw the Project lay For Henry mu'd her up at Bermondsey Iust at that time who else had nothing done Worth turning of a Queene into a Nun. Beside the Priest did ne're the Coppie see He was to write by nor the â—aâ—e survay He was to pourtraict like young Painters he Did on this Peece but the dead colours lay Her Pencell 't was so did it to the life That th' extract with the patterne was at strife Yet though the Peece was lim'd most curiously He knew his object must not stand too neere Th' examination of a judging eye His Picture farthest fairest would appeare This show must be farre off or in the night His Puppit-play was best by Candle-light The Priest to Ireland for this reason goes Their humours there did with the place agree Who did inhabit by the Alpin snowes Their valour like their snow dissolv'd would be As Florus hath of old observ'd and here The Bogges and men equally ticklish were Some of the great ones first came fairely on T' adore this Idoll but the People doe Runne headlong in a wild devotion As in a Iacke the greater Wheeles doe goe With soft and sober turnings but the lesse Are hurried with a whirling giddinesse At Dublin Castle he was entertain'd With honour due unto a King brought thence He 's in the Church proclaimed where he feignd The Genuine bravery of a naturall Prince That of Sebastian sorteth with this Else He was the true one or the Divell himselfe When in the fable Mercury is sayd To baffle Sofia that he knew not whether He was himselfe or not he never playd More neately for if these two met together It might be feared that this Mimicke Youth Would have Out-York'd him that was York in truth The Country where they layd the Scene did more Trouble our Henry than the part they playd For if the King in Person should sayle o're England would rise though Ireland should be lay'd Like the Barbarians Emblem of the hide Tread upon one you raise the other side Lost in this doubt the King resolves to try His usuall Art of warre and to stand sure At the old guard he conquer'd Rebels by He threw a Pardon out 't was Henries lure That Rebels stoop'd at and his fairest way To win for Henries Olive was his Bay â—hen that th' Imposture might be plainely seene 〈◊〉 Publicke true Plantagenet was showne 〈◊〉 the disparity that was betweene The Truth and Counterfeit was easâ—y knowne They judg'd without a Perspective and glasse That this a starre that but a Meteor was Lincolne knew well this fallacie yet he Pretending Ignorance to Ireland sayld This Earle by Richard was design'd to be The next successour if right Heires had fail'd And he resolv'd when e're the field was won This King should Play no more his part was done This flash was but a Starre imaginary But the reflex of a Plantagenet That of it selfe would vanish and miscarry And this by Henry or eclips'd or set And Lincolne thought when they should disappeare To be translated to the English spheare Burgundias Dutchesse next whose envious eye Star'd upon Henry to effascinate His greatnesse did with so much malice rise That Nature seem'd this Lady to create To try a new experiment and see How much might goe to th'making of a Shee They call'd this Dutchesse Henries Iuno who As if her fingers spun the threds of fate For the two Rivall families did doe Or undoe any thing and meditate To raise the Yorkists Henry to destroy Yorke was her Greece and Lancaster her Troy The reputation of the Dutchesse lent Face to the Action and her forces Heart Two thousand Almaines to their ayde were sent Vnder the charge of old experienc'd Swart Such are best leaders for old chiefes are such Whom death ev'n makes a conscience to touch Thus bravely back'd they cal'd a Councell whether The warre and action should be seated there For that of force would draw our Henry thether And stirre up dangerous alteration here Be not the Lyon or the Eagle by And every beast will rore every bird fly But nor that Country bred nor could be bought Enough to keepe so great an armie there Ev'n hunger would have made their bellies thought Their throates were cut before a sword came neare And make them such thin starvelings that they might Be fitter for a visit than a fight This made the Peoples generall votes encline For England they in civill discords strike The businesse home nor dare the chiefes decline Their wishes for they lead their leaders like The Dragon in the fable where the head Was in the rereward and the taile did lead It was good Policie to make the warre Invasive for invaders seeme to come With bravest Hearts and th' Irish thought they were So freinded here that they might beat 's at home And Scipio spake an Oracle when he Sayd Africk must in Africk conquer'd be Soone did the Rebels under the command Of Lincolne Swart of Lovell and Kildare In Lancashire without impeachment land No Fleet to intercept them being there Strange since attempts by Sea are best withstood In cittadels of Oke and walls of wood The Art of warre hath rarely thought it fit To let our enemie land determind so In fatall eighty eight or to admit Vpon our shore th impression of a foe T is ominous and hath beene often knowne They stampe the ground they tread on for their own But Henry gave them landing so he did To Perkin after else the King had showne Perhaps injustice should he them forbid To enter peaceably upon their owne Poore things he let them come into his traine Then Piniond them from flying backe againe Landed their march points towards Yorke a place Once fit for their designes for 't was the Bed Where the White Roses grew and whence the race Of all the true Plantagenets was spred That Corner for his shrine this Image chose And there a Bramble would supplant a Rose But had not shame made silence Lovell might Have told the nature of the place was changd T was there where he himselfe refus'd to fight And ran away when all his men were rang'd And Henry had beene there whose Physicke had Cheerd up the wholsome blood and purg'd the bad The King makes on to let them see there lay A better King i' th' Packe Of foes at home Let me but see them he was wont to say As if with him to see and overcome Were termes convertible but see and dye Like Basiliskes kings having a Killing eye And sure the Princes presence hath beene thought Most efficatious that the action might Sort to an issue and some nations brought Their Infant Kings in Cradles to the fight My Prince shall make me
Pasquills will by a more dangerous way Traduce his name and defamations throw Which wound him worse which made Severus say That he lesse feard a hundred Lances then Th' impetuous charges of a single Pen. But from within such Humours being tooke By a bloodletting which is held a part Of the worlds Physick he began to looke Outward to Ireland and his thoughts convert Thether for Henry by experience found That venemous things might breed in Irish ground T' Egest such venim as did festring lye Poynings went over with an armed pow'r With him the active Prior of Lanthony Who was so oft imploy'd went Chancellour To try if Irelands health might be restord Or by Bellonas or Astreas sword But there was neither of these swords so long Could reach the Irish in their flying course So runnes the Tygresse which hath lost her young Borne from her denne on some Numidian horse And they eluded Poynings not by fight But as the Parthians did old Rome by flight Swift foote which Homer did so oft impose Vpon his Knight the Irish much concernes And yet Revenge would reach them though she goes On wooll if Nature did not guard the Kernes Their bogges are inaccessible and would Give a repulse to Iove though turn'd to Gold Sometime sayd he in Xenophon we try To Master things the greatest fight of all T is hard to combate with an Enemie Whose Armes are tooke from natures arcenall Man rarely from that fight a conquest brings Which is with Place and not with men but things Thus Swethland fortified by Natures care Vpon that side which lyeth opposite To Russia doth not the Invasions feare And vaine attempts of the cold Muscovite For prudent nature set a fringed hem Of Finland Marsh betweene the Sweds and them Let not the Irish glory that their might Rob'd us the Honour of a victory The Nature of the soyle and Countries site Scornes an assault and mockes an Enemie That Poynings then so meanely came away The bogs must set up Trophies and not they That great Castruccio who soar'd so high And was so low in his Originall Who twice o'rthrew the Armes of Thuscany Once at Fucecchio once at Serravall Machiavell who so fam'd him was thus free To say the places beate them and not hee But the production of an act so great As Irelands peace did its perfection lacke Vntill Eliza did the Worke compleat That Virgo of our English Zodiacke Her maiden fingers tun'd the Irish Harpe And made that note a meane which was a sharpe Yet Poynings there perform'd one worke of fame That all the English lawes in Ireland should Have force which Constitution beares the name Of Pâ—ynings law It seemes that Poynings would The Irish Rebells to obedience draw Not by the Law of Armes but Armes of Law Now Perkin calls me who lookes boldly out Hearing that Henry is a progresse gone 'T was Henries absence that made Perkin stout And counsel'd him to put a boldnesse on When Henry like the sunne was progrest North This Mercury and wandring starre peep'd forth This counterfeit and Artificiall Rose Like to the true ones which in Winter goe Backe to their Causes and themselves disclose In Summer did himselfe in Summer show But all the Winter with the Dutchesse kept Where like a Rose he in his Causes slept But from this sleepe when he was well awake And had on England an attempt design'd Debtours and Malcontents his part did take And Bankrouts flock'd by swarmes which is a kind Of Resonable Insect that is made Of the corrupted matter of some Trade No man of marke was in the Armie seene Except men marked for some Villanies Felons and Theeves whose fortune it hath beene To lay the frames of puissant Monarchies A man as Henry Great might feare their force For Rome and Turkie did beginne from worse Fierce Spartacus the Fencer once defi'd Rome at her full with Gaole-birds lately flowne Out of their Cage so bravely that he try'd Great Pompei's fortune to be overthrowne The fight is doubtfull with that foe to try Who brings despaire arm'd with necessity That none of name and family were there Henries preventing wisedome did effect They by the hand and Sword of Iustice were Cut off whose Fortunes Perkin might protect His vitall spirits floated in their blood And all his hopes were drowned in that flood They land in Kent but there no people rise Because no braver men with Perkin came A meane Aspect strikes not the vulgar eyes But shew a great though an inglorious name You cannot then their wild devotion hold They will adore a Calfe if made of Gold Nor did the Gentry second his designe But mustring up the People that were there They Marshall'd them in warlike discipline Without confusion which made Perkin feare For Tumult was his Hope they did not looke Like men of Perkins Church that Orders tooke Himselfe lands not when he their Order saw Which was a Badge and Livery of a foe Their faire array did so the stripling awe He durst not venture from his shippes to goe And it was thought that had he come a shore The Youth had never made Sea voyage more The Kentish seeing that no more would land Nor touch the fatall ground the Battaile strooke And slew them fore they could their ships command Some sevenscore of the Heard were Prisoners tooke A just mischance to them for 't was no more Than they had beene or should have beene before Henry for terrour put them all to death Here he was strangely rigorous hut Hee At the more great Rebellion of Black-heath Was strangely mild so that a man may see Caesars and Cato's nature met in one Spare all like Caesar or like Cato none When just revenge hath a right levell made Home to the head she may the arrow bring And when provoked Iustice drawes her blade â—nto the fire she will the scabber'd fling Iustice and sinne should keepe an equall race If sinnes doe gallop justice must not pace And thus the courses kept by Rome of old Were full of terrour or without it quite Camillus sayd the way to Latium hold Was Punishment or love And Henry might From Alexander some such notion have Or to save all or none at all to save Once by the Samnites when the Hoast of Rome Was streight en compas'd one did thus advise Or slay them all or send them fairely home Shunne the third way so place your courtesies That Rome endeard may be your friend or so Confound her that she cannot be your foe This blaze extinct Perkin to Flanders sail'd To fetch more fuell thence to Ireland came That fumes and vapours from those bogs exhal'd Might the expired Meteor reinflame But the late thunder made by Poyrings there Had purg'd the ayre and made the Region cleare Ireland did nothing to his succours bring But blustring pray'rs and uneffectuall vowes Therefore they thinke on Scotland whose young king They did presume the quarrell would espouse Glad that with England he
When people thinke their Princes courtesie Is not derived from his disposition But from constraint or some State secrecie The Grace is valu'd at a slender rate And more endangers than secures a State When desperate villaines ill successe have had Who rather had be guilty of the fact Atcheived than attempted they will adde A higher and a more nefarious act As when a stone-bow shootes too high we will To set the Bow set the Bead higher still They soone to Ireland did for Perkin send Who with his Councell canvassing the Case Their fond imaginations apprehend That was the Time and Cornewall was the Place Dispute not if his Councellours were able Who from their shop-bords clim'd a Counseltable In the first place a Scriv'ner Be it knowne To all men Perkins quarrell undertooke A Mercer then late from a shop-bord flowne Where he had beene condemned by his Booke To these a Taylour joyn'd as if he meant To mend his owne with the whole Kingdomes Rent With sixscore men he did in Cornewall Land Then did to Bodmin goe the Black-smiths towne Where without Proclamation or command His Kingship did encounter many a clowne The Black-smiths Cinders which were kept in store Might make a worse combustion than before But Perkin now a higher flight will sore He thinkes a Diadem fit for his brow He that was Richard Duke of Yorke before Calls himselfe Richard King of England now Thus Perkin did his former signe pull downe And for the Rose set up the Rose and Crowne He like a dying Taper would expire Which at the End as if the End it knew Musters together the surviving fire As if it would its languish'd flames renew Then blazeth forth a Gallant flash of light Then is extinct and lost in its owne night These Rebells in their madnesse had some wit And Policy which had a smacke of Braine They doe advise him some good Towne to get Where as in Garrison they might remaine Or if in Battaile they in field were beate To have some refuge whether to retreate Besides in gaine a pow'r attractive rests To call men to it should they once but taste The pillage of a Citty troopes of guests Would without bidding to the banquet haste All stoope at gaine and if the Lure shall faile A Pidgeon with a Haggard will prevaile Faire Excester fit Rendez-vous is thought But vainely for nor battring peeces were Nor other Ingens to the Citty brought And 'fore they starv'd them Henry would be there To coole their stomackes that they should not serve To stay so long till Excester should sterve For want of Cannon they did wildly cry And make the fields with barbarous shouts resound As if those hideous roarings should supply The Instruments of warre 'T is not the sound Of voyces but of instruments must make A Citty dance and her foundation shake Both for a needefull and a brave defence The Excestrians wisely did themselves prepare To keepe such hungry Customers from thence Men like to prove bad chapmen for their ware Who taking all might make a riddle just Faying for none none giv'n and none on trust And as their danger did collect their strength Into it selfe so did their spirits dilate In Hope that Henry would arrive at length Whose looke that fiction would annihilate With him a King what will false Richard doe Who but an Earle a true one did o're throw What gave them courage made the foe agast The hope of Henry for when he comes in Perkin must off and therefore must make hast Not quickely win or not at all to win Did Perkin with an equall danger strike Slow victory and ruine was alike Defective in the instruments of fire He made the fire his Instrument and set Fire to a gate the Citizens conspire To do the like so flames with flames were met Crosse to that moldie tenet which denies Cures can be taken but from Contraries Henry came thether soone as he did heare That King of Rakehels roreing in the West 'T was Perkins west indeed for he set there Towards whose end all were in Armes addrest Let Greatnesse feigned or true decline in state 'T is the worlds garbe t' accelerate her fate The Cornish soone did yeeld whom Henry tooke To mercy on submission for their Head And Leader Perkin had them all forsooke And wisely to a Sanctuary fled Where he was safe as if the place had bin A shrine for vice and priviledge for sin Crimes as if Sacred to some God were kept And Patronizd with the Religious care Of Sanctuary had a villane crept Within those wals he was protected there But while their Pow'r such Parracids releeves The House of Pray'r is made a Den of Theeves Henry too tender of the Priviledge Of Sanctuary would not draw him thence Although advisd by 's Councell who alledge No place could guard his person or offence And Canonists deny this Grace to those Who are their Princes and their Countries foes Cities of Refuge anciently were meant For such Offenders whom they guilty knew Of the thing done but guiltlesse of th' intent They helpd not others and Benajah slew The valiant Ioab by the Kings command Even when he touchd the Altar with his hand Henry to those enclind who did advise To win him thence that he might solve the doubt And sound the depth of his conspiracies Promise of life entic'd the Iuggler out Who like a Hokus-Pokus soone was won To shew the King how all his tricks were done Perkin to London did attend the King Contempt and wonder Perkin did attend Who as his life had beene no other thing But jugling like a Iuglers tricke doth end Which is of all admired when unknowne But every Boy will slight it when 't is showne As for deare Katherine in his love enthrald She had more pitty than himselfe had scorne And truly was the dainty white-Rose cald The Title falsely by her husband worne So faire that had you Beauties Picture tooke It must like her or not like Beautie looke What a deepe wound did th' Arme of fortune give Vpon a flesh so delicate as this And soft as Peace and slumber did she live With him that writ the metamorphasis She with a numming cold had turnd stone-dead And Gordon had for Niobe beene read Calamity in Homer bare foote goes Therefore encountring hard and stubborne men She makes a lesse impression of her woes For she is barefoot and treads lightly then But if with soft and gentle soules she meet She dares more boldly trample with her feet Hath Pomp a being 't is so transitory She 's nothing now that was even now a Queene There is no Present tense in this worlds Glory Even when it is it may be said to have beene This Cressant's waned and this Katharins wheele Resembling fortunes did her turnings feele But where her Perkin had deficient been Henry supplied Perkin but gave to her The titles of a Dutchesse and a Queene But Henry gave the meanes and did confer Such an