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The life and death of Thomas Wolsey Cardinall Diuided into three parts: his aspiring, triumph, and death. By Thomas Storer student of Christ-church in Oxford.
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Storer, Thomas, 1571-1604.
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1599
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sollicited me ten times more To bring those meditations to effect And so my wary counsell to direct As might content the pillar of my state That next in counsell to his soueraignesate A man made old to teach the worth of age Patriarke-like and graue in all designes One that had finish't a long pilgrimage Sparing in diet abstinent from wines His sinews small as threeds or slender lines Lord of the citty where with solemne rites The old Prince Arthur feasted with his Knights He saw my gifts were such as might deserue He knew his life was drawing to an end He thought no meanes so likely to preserue His fame with time and enuy to contend As to aduance some faithful seruing friend That liuing might in time to come record Th'immortall praise of his deceased Lord. He brought me first in presence of the King Who then allotted me his Chaplains place My eloquence did such contentment bring Vnto his eares that neuer Prince did grace Poore Chaplaine more nor lowly priest embrace Dread soueraigne so For Nature teacheth euer Who loues preferment needes must loue the giuer Next who but I was sent Embassadour With Europes greatest Monarch to intreate Caesar of Almaine Germans Emperour In Belgia keeping his imperiall seat To handle matters of importance great My hap was such the King could hardly ghesse Which pleasde him more my speede or good successe The Argonauticke vessell neuer past With swifter course along the Colchan maine Then my small barke with faire and speedy blast Conuayd me forth and reconuayd againe Thrice had Arcturus driu'n his restlesse waine And heau'ns bright lampe the day had thrice reuiu'd From last departure till I first arriu'd The King not deeming I had yet beene gone Was angry for my long surmiz'd delay I tolde his Maiestie that all was done And more than all and did his pardon pray That I beyond commission went astray And could haue wisht for euer to be chid With answer to content as then I did T'is not huge heapes of figuratiue deuises Nor luxurie of metaphors or phrases Nor finenesse of connexion that intices Court-learned eares and all the world amazes But depth with pleasure crauing all the graces Of art and nature curiously precize Serenely modest excellently wise It is not learning for the Courtiers know it Nor folly but for Councellors most fit Nor graue demeanour for we must bestow it On Ladies toyes nor quintessence of wit For that is most vnstaide nor doth it fit With Courtiers maiestie to be reputed Too learn'd too graue too fine or too conceited A skill transcendent ouer euery art Yet subiect or essentiall vnto none Vnperfect too yet hauing euery part And thus though strange vnperfect and but one Yet all admire and reuerence it alone Vnknowne and vndefin'de saue in discerning By practise to be got but not by learning Men pointed out by Fortune for good happe Haue from their infancy this gift inspir'd Promotions fall as plenteous in their lappe As words out of their mouths thus I acquir'd The deanerie of Lincolne vndesir'd And then the Almnership and euery hower Some droppes distilling of a golden shower As in a burning glasse or little sphere Dispearsed sun-beames oft vnited are And in one point beames infinite appeare Innumerable rayes disiected farre From th'oblique circle of that glorious starre So like that instrument I now begun Tunite the fauours of our earthly sun New friends vnknowne great presents vndeseru'd Olde sutors came held backe with long delay And al like poppets when their time was seru'd Gaue place to other and so likewise they Ending their parts let other actors play No way in all the court so duly tread As was the path which to my lodging led Transplanted thus into a fertile spring And watred from aboue with heau'nly dew Enlightned with the presence of my King My branches waxed large and faire of hew And all about fresh buddes of honor grew Garlands of Lordships blossomes of degree White roddes of office keyes of knightly fee. Looke how the God of Wisedome marbled stands Bestowing Laurel wreathes of dignitie In Delphos Ile at whose vnpartiall hands Hang antique scrolles of gentle Herauldrie And at his feete ensignes and trophies lie Such was my state whom euery man did follow As liuing statue of the great Apollo But see euen when my ioyes did most abound My crowned pillar most vntimely fell And I about his shaft like Iuie wound That did in pride as he in height excell Was left behind to heare his heauy knell And sing a Requiem to his soule deceast For I poore I lost more then all the rest O hidden doome of that eternall spirit That sentence giues the righteous man shall die Iniurious death that lets rude soules inherit Long leases of their liues and dost enuy That Princes liue on whom all states rely And cruell fate that such confusion brings To common wealths by Ostracisme of Kings He died and in memoriall of his name Built that faire chappell where he now takes rest A rich foundation of a curious frame The fairest monument left vnsupprest Passing all temples of the gorgeous East O strew his hearse with roses red and white For he both stemmes did in one bed vnite True branch of both thy father is not dead For in thy looke I reade his vertuous raigne His crowne is set on thy victorious head Dead to himselfe he liues in thee againe His wisedome seated in thy princely braine O were not Times old wings so farre outworne But he new crownde and thou as newly borne But both are gone and we too soone bereft To better kingdomes both translated are This testimony to the world is left He was the Prince of peace thou God of warre He was a fixed thou a wandring starre Seu'n is a number fatall from the heau'ns But eight King Henrie passing all the seu'ns He came of noble thou of Kingly race He brought to win thou borne to weare a crowne He got great wealth thou honor didst embrace He kept his owne thou conquer'st many a towne He houses built thou batterdst citties downe O worthies both and vnsufficient me To mourne for him or speake enough of thee Then for my selfe whom wisedome neuer taught To seeke for gold in coffins of the dead My deepe contriuing pollicie so wrought That in his youthly raigne my dearest dread Me to his sacred counsell did aread Where all estates in open court did find The liuely vigor resting in my mind When I did muse my spirit did wholy beare His full perfection to enrich my thought What time I spake my life was wholy there And to my speech all grace and beautie brought What praise soeuer any member sought That God whom we call soule sprung from our heart Was all in all and all in euery part What matters past in priuate conference Or publique counsell for the common good I still enform'd his sacred excellence Framing my sentence to his princely moode His word my deede his will my
how to rate The long appointed prouidence of Fate For excellencie euer beares this mind By no inferior skill to be defin'd Let Art in generall seeme to begin To specifie let euery perfect sence Conceiue and in conceit all greatnesse winne Yet hath my glorie cause of best pretence When I am best defin'd by difference Describe me then and there described are Might wisedome eminence beyond compare To which my threefold ioy the thrice exceeding The grace-vouchsafing presence of my King Added the spirit of more high proceeding Chaunging my tenour to a sweeter string For Phoebus neuer better light doth bring Then when he takes from Ioues imperiall seate If not his light yet influence more great For once he maskt those his victorious eies Wherein both maiestie and mercy shin'd Eclipsed as he thought but no disguise Nor sight-deluding torchlight so could blind My wandring eies but euer in my mind Somewhat suggested me there should be One Deseru'd more then my place a royall throne The very place wherein a Prince appeares Discernes his presence makes the chamber blest Like planets are they knowne within their spheres Or as Halcyon with her turning brest Demonstrates wind from wind and east from west This is a certaine Nature of estate It cannot masked be nor change his gate And as defaults will more conspicuous be How much th'offender greater is esteem'd So vertue in a princely body see Lamp like and farre more excellently deem'd That in such vnity it seldome seem'd In mutuall approach of highest blisse Whether more graced each by other is How are they blinded then that dare conspire The least offence against great soueraigntie Or with Prometheus touch one sparke of fire Kindled within the breast of Maiestie How blind that cannot see serenitie O let them neuer more inioy their sights Prometheus-like let Vultures gnaw their lights Who stoppes the triumph of my chariots course Or charmes the swiftnesse of my Fortunes blast Why lies my pride at anchor to discourse And weary Muse why make you so smal hast What are you silent shall I not be grac'de By sea and land whom sea and land haue founde With wind by land with tide at sea renownde Their violence neuer draue mee to the north Whence by the Prouerbe nothing comes but ill By great Promotion I proceeded foorth That worthie Pilot that hath wondrous skill To drawe and withdrawe promise and fulfill At my returne to doe the prouerbe due Either I found or made the prouerbe true Why should I doe a seely prouerbe wrong That meant not mee not I his authour knew O had he power to make his prouerbe strong Or good or bad then fortune might renue My former fauours be that sentence true This answer is enough for my defence No harme I came but halfe the way from thence And comming from a climate moist and cold I fear'd the south would be too hot for me Especially the court when vncontroll'd Within the honest North I might be free From scorching hatred happy is that see Whose Prelate sees no courtiers none of these That come a fleecing in their dioecese Which sanctity nathlesse pretends no harme But zealous hindrance of the churches pride Who lately would impropriate a Farme Vnto the church Nay who doth not deride The poore fee simple on the churches side And laugh within themselues to see such trickes Babes in their cradles heires to Bishoprickes Before I stoopt I hoou'red for my pray And stopt my westerne Knight that once stockt me Within the Temple gate I made him stay In tenure of Knights-seruice where his fee Was like his practise short of his degree And there he deckt the tower with great excesse Would God men could out-build their wickednesse Then should the rich foundation princely layd Of this faire church halfe expiate my sinnes Or were as much of my great ransome payd As here is laide of this but nought he winnes That cannot finish that which he beginnes In some calme rest my troubled soule would bide Might I but where I built be iustifi'de My buildings stand without an Echoes sound Yet they are loftie and the waters nigh What bashful Eccho walks the solemne round Or rather what inhabitants or why Or else how long wil they my worth deny If by the waters side my building lie Shall that faire riuer drowne my memory The pedant minister and seruing clarke The ten-pound base frize-ierking hireling The Farmers Chaplaine with his quarter marke The twentie noble Curate and the thing Cald Elder all these gallants needes will bring All reuerend titles into deadly hate Their godly calling and my high estate It ill befits my triumph to acquaint The shew thereof with such a rabblement Or turne my glory to a light complaint But that I would afford each complement As princes do to cause their meriment Diuiner fooles then these sprung vp of late Did neuer Porter bring within his gate Tis superstition to erect high towers But great religion to enioy their height Folly to spend the vtmost of our powers To kindle sacred learnings ioyfull light And saue the Muses from eternall night But had none founded Colledges and Schooles Whence had they wisedome to account vs fooles Alureds owne wings and Bayliols owne zeale Both Kings renowmed for their gracious deede The three religious Winchesters did seale Their praises and their statutes with like speede Nor do the Lincolnes want deserued meede Why should not I of Yorke by right expect Equall remembrance for my greater act Wolseius moriens VIth honorable burdens I haue tir'de My Fortunes wheele that it can turne no more The leases of my lordships are expir'de My lamp burnt out poore Metaphors great store To trope my miseries my heart growes sore Help me for I haue surfeited of late Some Paracelsian of a sublimate Sublim'd indeede but all the purest gone The treasure is in others coffers laid Now write Melpomene my tragicke mone Call Neroes learned maister he will ayd Thy failing quill with what himselfe once sayd Neuer did Fortune greater instance giue In what fraile state prowd Magistrates do liue Behold my graue where scarce lies any stone To couer me nor roofe to couer it And when thou seest our ruines both in one One Epitaph will equally befit The church and me let neuer man of wit Be vsde therein paint on the churches wall Here lies an Abbey there a Cardinall The North was neuer warme since I came thence Leicester was neuer rich since I lay there O blasting spirit of me dead influence In countries whose poore wasted Hemisphere Did euer since a greater burden beare Teares that should fall from eies of each degree Are Isicles and will not melt for me The peoples hearts of late are strung so hard That they will breake before one note shall sound Or so vntunable that still they iar'de Their braines so like the Moone whose coate they found That teares for toyes and not true cause abound Call vp my spirites themselues all are