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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20814	Englands heroicall epistles. By Michaell Drayton; England's heroical epistles	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1597 (1597)	STC 7193; ESTC S111950	80,584	164

VVarwicke the pride of Neuels haughtie race Great Salsbury so fear'd in euery place That valiant Poole whom no atchiuement dares And Vere so famous in the Irish warres VVhom though I were a mighty Princesse borne Yet of the worst no whit I neede to scorne But Henries rare perfections and his parts As his sword kingdoms so those conquer'd harts As chast was I to him as Queene might bee But freed from him my chast loue vow'd to thee Beauty doth fetch all fauor from thy face All perfit courtship resteth in thy grace If thou discourse thy lipps such accents breake As loue a spirit forth of thee seem'd to speake The Brittish language which sweet vowels wants And iarrs so much vpon harsh consonants Comes with such grace srom thy mellifluous tongue As doe the sweet notes of a well set song And runnes as smoothly from those lypps of thine As the pure Thuskan from the Florantine Leauing such seasoned sweetnes in the eare As the voyce past yet still the sound is there Like Nisus Tower where once Apollo lay And on his golden viall vs'd to play vvhere sencelesse stones were with such musick drownd As many yeeres they did retaine the sound Had he which dar'd proud Perseus to the field Caried my Tudors picture in his shield The sight there of should haue subdu'd alone That Gorgons head which turn'd men to a stone If Ioue should take my Tudors louely eye And with heauens lights should place it in the skye The wandring starrs would leaue theyr endlesse maze And fixe themselues vpon that starre to gaze If faire Alcmenas three nights-gotten sonne vvhen he his twelue great labours first had done Had knowne one lock of thy delicious ore Kept by the Dragon Lyon Serpent Bore Twelue labours more for that he would sustaine And where he ended would begin againe Yet let not this make thee thy selfe forget Nor my affection now so firmely set Nor with repulse my forwardnes reproue To boast the conquest of a princely loue No my sweet Tudor I will aunswer no Thy gentle brow doth mildly warrant so VVhen Nature shew'd her wonders in thy face Shee made that mount Loues royall sporting place vvhere sweet content doth banquet all the yere Nor coy disdaine yet euer dwelled there Let peeuish worldlings speake of right and wrong Leaue plaints and pleas to whom they doe belong Let old men speak of chaunces and euents And Lawyers talke of titles and discents Leaue fond reports to such as stories tell And couenaunts to such as buy and sell Loue my sweet Tudor that becomes thee best And to our good successe referre the rest Notes of the Chronicle historie Great Henry sought to accomplish his desire Armed c. HEnry the 〈◊〉 making clayme vnto the Crowne of Fraunce first sought by Armes to subdue the French and after sought by marriage to confirme what he got by conquest the heate and furie of which inuasion is aluded to the fiction of Semele in Ouid which by the craftie perswasion of Iuno requested Ioue to come vnto her as he was wont to come vnto his wife Iuno who at her request he yeelding vnto destroyed her in a tempest Incamp'd at Melans in warres hote alarmes First c. Neere vnto Melans vpon the riuer of Seyne was the appointed place of parley between the two Kings of England Fraunce to which place Isabell the Queene of Fraunce and the Duke of Burgoyne brought the young Princesse Katherine where King Henry first saw her And on my temples set a double Crowne Henry the fift and Queene Katherine were taken as King and Queene of Fraunce during the life of Charles the French king Henry was called King of England and heire of Fraunce and after the death of Henry the fift Henry the sixt his sonne then beeing very young was crowned at Paris as true and lawfull King of England and Fraunce At Troy in Champayne he did first enioy Troy in Champayne was the place where that victorious king Henry the fift married the Princesse Katherine in the presence of the chiefe Nobilitie of the Realmes of England and of Fraunce Nor these great titles vainely will I bring Wife daughter mother c. Fewe Queenes of England or Fraunce were euer more princely alied then this Queene as it hath beene noted by Historiographers Nor thinke so Tudor that this loue of mine Should wrong the Gaunt-borne c. Noting the descent of Henry her husband from Iohn Duke of Lancaster the fourth sonne of Edward the third which Duke Iolm was surnamed Gaunt of the Cittie of Gaunt in Flaunders where he was borne Nor stirre the English blood the Sunne and Moone T'repine c. Aluding the greatnes of the English line to Phoebus and Phoebe fained to be the children of Latona whose heauenly kinde might scorne to be ioyned with any earthly progenie yet withall boasting the blood of Fraunce as not inferior to theirs And with this allusion followeth on the history of the strife betwixt Iuno the race of Cadmus whose issue was afflicted by the wrath of heauen The chyldren of Niohe slaine for which the wofull mother became a Rocke gushing forth continually a fountaine of teares And Iohn and Longshanks issue both affied Lhewellin or Leolin ap Iorwerth marryed Ioan daughter to King Iohn a most beautifull Lady Some Authors affirme shee was base borne Lhewellin ap Gryfith maried Ellinor daughter to Simon Montfort Earle of Leicester and Cosin to Edward Longshankes both which Lhewellins were Princes of Wales Of Camilot and all her Penticosts A nephewes roome c. Camilot the auncient Pallace of King Arthur to which place all the Knights of that famous order yeerely repayred at Penticost according to the law of the Table most of the famous home-borne Knights were of that Country as to this day is perceaued by theyr auncient monuments When bloody Rufus sought your vtter sacke Noting the ill successe which that William Rufus had in two voiages he made into Wales in which a number of his chiefe Nobilitie were slaine And oft return'd with glorious victory Noting the diuers sundry incursians that the Welchmen made into England in the time of Rufus Iohn Henry the second and Longshanks Owen Tudor to Queene Katherine WHen first mine eyes beheld thy princely name And found from whence these friendly letters came As in excesse of ioy my selfe forgot VVhether I saw it or I saw it not My panting hart doth bid mine eyes proceed My dazeled eye inuites my tongue to reed Mine eye should guide my tongue amazed mist it My lips which now should speake are dombe and kist it And leaues the paper in my trembling hand vvhen all my sences so amazed stand Euen as a mother comming to her child vvhich from her presence hath been long exil'd vvith tender armes his gentle necke doth straine Now kissing him now clipping him againe And yet excessiue ioy delndes her so As still shee doubts if this be hers or no At length awak'ned

like an vncut Diamond in lead Ere it be set in some high-prized ring Or garnished with rich enamiling The sparkling luster of the stone is spilt If that the beautie be not shewd in gilt VVhen first attracted by thy heauenly eyes I came to see thee in a strange disguise Passing thy shop thy husband calld mee back Demaunding what rare iewell I did lack I want thought I one that I dare not craue And one I feare thou wilt not let mee haue Hee calls for Caskets forth and shewes mee store But yet I knew he had one iewell more And deadly curst him that hee did denie it That I might not for loue or mony buy it O might I come a Diamond to buy vvhose sparkling radiance shadowed but thine eye vvould not my treasure serue my Crowne should goe any iewell could be prized so 〈◊〉 Agat branched with thy blushing straines 〈◊〉 Saphyre but so azur'd as thy vaines My kingly scepter onely should redeeme it At such a price if iudgement could esteeme it How fond and sencelesse be those strangers then VVho bring in toyes to please the English men 〈◊〉 smile to thinke how fond th'Italians are To iudge theyr artificiall Gardens rare vvhen London in thy cheekes can shew them heere Roses and Lillies growing all the yeere The Portugall that onely hopes to win By bringing stones from farthest India in vvhen happy Shore can bring them forth a gerle vvhose lipps be Rubies and her teeth be Pearle How silly is the Polander and Dane To bring vs Christall from the frozen maine vvhen thy cleere skinnes transparence doth surpasse Theyr Christall as the Diamond doth glasse The foolish French which brings in trash and toyes To turne our vvomen men our gerles to boyes vvhen with what tire thou doost thy selfe adorne That for a fashion onely shall be worne vvhich though it were a garment but of hayre More rich then robe that euer Empresse ware Mee thinks thy husband takes his marke awry To set his plate to sale when thou art by vvhen they which doe thy Angell locks behold Like basest drosse doe but respect his gold And wish one haire before that massy heape And but one locke before the wealth of Cheape And for no cause else hold we gold so deare But that it is so like vnto thy hayre And sure I thinkc Shore cannot chuse but flout Such as would find the great Elixar out And laugh to see the Alchimists that choke Themselues with sumes and wast theyr wealth in smoke vvhen if thy hand but touch the basest mould It is conuerted vnto purest gold vvhen theirs is chaffer'd at an easie rate vvell knowne to all to be adulterate And theyrs no more when it by thine is set Then paltry Beugle or light-prized let Let others weare perfumes for thee vnmeet If there were none thou could'st make all things sweet Thou comfort'st sence and yet all sence doost wast To heare to see to smell to feele to tast Thou a rich shyp whose very refuse ware Aromaticks and precious odors are If thou but please to walke into the Pawne To buy thee Cambricke Callico or Lawne If thou the whiterles of the same would'st proue From thy more whiter hand plucke off thy gloue And those which by as the beholders stand vvill take thy hand for Lawne Lawne for thy hand A thousand eyes clos'd vp by enuious night Doe wish for day but to enioy thy sight And when they once haue blest their eyes with thee Scorne euery obiect els what ere they see So like a Goddesse beautie still controules And hath such powerfull working in our soules The Merchant which in traffique spends his life Yet loues at home to haue a daintie wife The blunt-spoke Cynick poring on his booke Sometime aside at beautie loues to looke The Church-man by whose teaching we are led Alowes what keepes loue in the marriage bed The bloody souldier which in Armes doth toyle vvith Beauty yet content to share his spoyle The busie lawyer wrangling in his pleas Findeth in beautie yet there is some ease The toyling trades-man and the sweating Clowne VVould haue his wench faire though his bread be browne So much is Beautie pleasing vnto all To Prince and peasant one in generall Nor neuer yet did any man despise it Except too deere and that he could not prize it Vnlearn'd is learning artlesse be all Arts If not imploy'd to prayse thy seuerall parts Poore plodding schoolemen they are farre too low vvhich by probations rules and axiom's goe He must be still familiar with the skyes vvhich notes the reuolutions of thine eyes And by that skill which measures sea and land See beauties world thy wast thy foote thy hand VVhere he may finde the more that he doth view Such rare delights as yet are strange and newe And other worlds of beautie more and more VVhich 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 discouered before And to thy rare proportion to apply The lines and circles in Geometry Vsing alone Arithmaticks strong ground Numbring the vertues that in thee are found And when these all haue done what they can doe For thy perfections all too little too But leauing Arts what should I say thou art But of each Goddesse thou a better part From Iris white thy red vermillion blew Thy skin thy lip thy cheeke thy vaines pure hiew But those in her together mixed bee But all distinct and seuerall in thee From beautious Ceres thy soft-swelling brest Those orient Grapes giue Nectar beeing prest Thy smyles from Venus but such smyles of ioy As when she laughes vpon her little boy Thy caridge from maiesticke luno's gate vvhich giues delight for all to wonder at VVhen from the East the dawne hath broken out And gone to seeke thee all the world about vvithin thy Chamber hath shee fixt her light vvhere but that place the world hath all been night Then is it fit that euery vulgar eye Should see loue banquet in her maiestie VVe deeme those things our sight doth most frequent To be but meane although most excellent For strangers still the streets are swept and strewd Few looke on such as daily come abroade Things much restraind doth make vs much desire them And beauties sildome seene makes vs admire them Nor is it fit a Citty shop should hide The worlds delight and Natures onely pride But in a Princes sumptuous gallery Hung all with Tissue flor'd with Tapistrie vvhere thou shalt sit and from thy state shalt see The tylts and tryumphs that are done for thee Then know the difference if thou list to proue Betwixt a vulgar and a kingly loue And when thou fino'st as now thou doubt'st the troth Be thou thy selfe vnpartiall Iudge of both VVhere harts be knit what helps if not enioy Delayes breede doubts no cunning to be coy VVhilst lazie Time his turne by tariance serues Loue still growes sickly and hope daily stormes Meane while receaue that warrant by these lines vvhich princely rule and soueraignty resignes Till when these papers by their