euerlasting light and louing Lord of blis The lusts of flesh and worldly pomp I hope are quentcht in me Throw faith a lone from sin and bond I haue escaped free And with that word in sine of ioye a Salme full loud she sange The sollemp noyes and sound therof thorowout the chamber range And endâ—â—g that to prayer streight of her own mind she fell The slanders by whose teares burst out at this her last farwell Began to giue her â—omfort than of life and welfare both Yea liue I shall and do right wel qd â—he I know for troth But that is in a nother world the hope of this is gon And reason is it should be so for here there liueth none But sees the vainnes of our state and tastes such torments still That sondry tymes they wish them selues from hence with right goodwill Heare is but toyle and sweate of browes â–ª and endles labour found And nothing reapt but wretched wrak and broken sleepes vnsound Where I shall go I seace from payne and so such ioye posses As heart skarce thinks nor head conceiues nor tongue may well expres Than hold your peace knit vp your talke and trouble not the spreet That drawes from hence and hopes it is for better place more meet A Lady thoe that vertue lykte and there some credit had Replyed and sayd O noble dame in deed you are to sad These panges shall passe these fits shal fade and all these pashons dye As they haue done whan you full oft in such like sort dâ—d lye O Madam speak no moer of that my tyme draws on qd shee I shal not dye but make exchange of breath and lyfe I sâ—e The Glas is run the clock wyll stryke Death doth aproch a pace My cours is don the Iudge draws néer to syt apon my cace No longer heere I may abyde the packing day is come Death byds me now vnarm my selfe and heere the mortal drom That calls me hence as naked suer as to the world I cam The cours of Nature shoes me to that earth and dust I am The Harrold of long home is sent to Sommon me in hast Than stay me not for in that poynt boeth tears and words ye wast Yet ear I part good friends qd shée behold what hoep I haue And note what fayth and badge of Christ I cary to my graue And marke how I confesse with mouth that Christ hath shed his Blood For me and those that earst in staâ—t of deepe damnation stood And by his Pashon I am sau'd and not by my dezarts But by the help of him that knowes the thoughts of secret harts Now staying heere she loekt about and to a Knight she spaek And him desired with humble words that he the paynes would take To show the prynce what past her mouth â–ª O tell him syr quod she This is the sute and last request that must be made by me Unto his highnes whose estate our blessed Lord maintaine And pray him to forgeue me now for I confesse â—â—t playne I made a â—ault and sore offence â–ª when I against his will Estrang'd my self from his good grace for any hope or skill But from my byrth vnto this day my hart and thought was cleer From breach of subiectes duetie sure and I protest it heer I neuer ment nor purpoesd yet in worde in deede nor thoght No harm nor lodgd one yll consayt nor spark of euell soght To hym as God may witnes bear â–ª to that which nowe I speak Saue nowe alas by ouersight of foule fancies weak I feell and fynde the pryce therof and suffer for the saem An open check and priuey plaeg and pynâ—ching publik blaem I hoep his hyghnes haeth forgoet the fault I dyd commit And as he is a noble Prince in regall throen to sit â–ª And iudge his subiects causis all so hoep I of his grace He wyll receyue my chyldren poer and help thear heauy cace O God forbyd for motheâ—s fault the children shuld a bye No grayn of grodg nor ground of gyell in gyltles baebs doth lye I do bequeath them nowe ê™ she vnto the Princis hands In hoep the fauour that they fynd shall eas the fathers bands My nature shoes a moorning chéer to part from them God knoes For chyldren fynd small comfort héer whan heâ—s the mother goes If God moue not the Princes mind to pitie thear estate Now as this Lady dyd at large about her baebs debate Uppon her deer boght Iewel than she cast her only thoght Yea for whose sake and great good wyll she was in troble broght And pawsing on this matter throwe a heuy syghe she gaue O good sir knight sayd she to one a thyng of you I craue CommeÌ„d me to my worthy frend and byd hym comfort take And hâ—ep in God and Princes grace â–ª thogh I do world forsake He may do wel and fredom get â–ª but me ye shall not meet Tyll from the caue of pampred fleashe departs his gronyng spreet Whyles lyfe I had I honord him and safly kept my vowe As lyfe dyd bynd me his in all so death doth lowse me nowe From hym and all my worldly ioyeâ— but thogh my frend I leaue On hye whear dwels a greater frend if hoep not me disseaue I trust to se his baebs and hym and thogh much greef hit is To leaue them heer in bitter baell â–ª yet noet I goe to blis Whear is no mind of combros caers nor cause of sorowes known O tell hym that aboue I hoep theas storms shal be oer blown â–ª And as a skrowll is lapped vp yea so shall all thyngs heer When sowlt shal be immortall maed vnto our vewe a peer No soener of the sowll she spoek but soddayn â—hang began In loeks and lyms of deadly shoe with collor paell and wan The eyes dyd staer the body streatch the strength and force dyd fayll The teeth they chattred in the cheeks the hands dyd quaek and quayll The mouth dyd â—â—em the head dyd shaek the fleashe hyt quiured fast The feet warâ— cold the face dyd sweat full swyft the polâ—s past The hart dyd heaue and beat in brest the breath lyk earth dyd sent At eares and nose the styeffled goest and vittall lyfe soght vent Thogh gasping breath broght pashons on and gript her hart full hard Yet showd she throw thoes sharp assaultes to frend a great regard And callyng for a boxe of ryngs among them choes she won In which was set by conning aert a ritch and preshoes ston Hold carry this ê™ she good Syer to my deer noble Knight He can remember what that stoen presentes vnto his sight The other token that I send hit is a weyghty ryng Best lykt and derest boght God wot of any earthly thyng And when ye shall gyue hym this gyft deâ—yer hym well to mynd The lyttell imps the pretty soules the bâ—â—bs I leaue behynd And byd hym bryng them vp in fear of
the clue of worldly cares should threed of life vntwiende Dispiesd the night abbord the day and hated houre of birth Thought skorne of foode cleane forsoke the pleasures of the earth Would faine haue loft both speach breath â–ª and loekt when hartes would burst Beleeude they were in mothers wombe or els in cradell curst Though drousie dreede did death desire and griefe sought quick dispatch There was no parting from the place till daye dischargde the watch Wee cannot paye our borrowde breath before th appointed howre The ende of strife nor staye of state standes not in peoples powre The Gods that guides the heauens hie to secrete doth beholde The fine and fleeting feeble course of earth and massie molde The hart may heaue the breast may bloe the body sighe and swelt The face by open sines may show of priuie pashons felt But all these stormes haue litle force to ridde mans wretched dayes As by these parties plaine I proue throw torment sondrie wayes Well those from whom the Gods restraine the skope and vse of will Must bende the backe and vowe the ioynts to beare the burthen still And yet no toile nor griefe so great â–ª but finds at length some eas There followes after swelling flouds a quiet calmie Seas By meane of suite and labours long and gracious Prince in deede A sweeter soile these prisnars found that better bloud did breede But kept a part as Fortune shapt and so in silent shade As place and time did licence graunt a fresh complaint they made Of croked chaunce and straung exstremes that sondred faithfull harts Whose sugred loue was euer mixt with baell and bitter smarts And neuer after like to meete nor set ne eye nor vewe The one apon the other Lord a matte mitch to rewe Long in the broile of this conflict and battell of the minde They paste their time with bare beliefe of better hap behinde And wearing oute with waylings longe their weary life God wot And finding hauen choked vp where passage should be got At ancker vnder watch and warde in tossed barke they laye From whens there was no quiet means nor hope to scape awaye The Lady now for laste farewell betoke her selfe to teares And of dispaire in persed brest a double porshon beares Her hollow cheeks and daesled eyes declaerde her death was neere And bade her keepers to prepare both shrowding sheete and Beere For nature did denie her life her hart was tainted soe That cankred thought should comeful sone and make an ende of woe Her coulour changde her cheerefull lookes and countnaunce wanted spreet To sallow ashes turnde the hue of beauties blossoms sweete And dreery dulnes had bespred the wearishe body throw Ech vitall vaine did flat refuse to do their dutie now The bloud forsoke the wonted course and backward gan retyre And laft the lims as cold and swarfe as coells that wasts with fyre The moisture taken from the tree the leaues drops downe apace When sap dries vp and faills the roote the branches loes their grace Some bowes you see do flourish fayre and groes a goodly height And some by frost and cold ayre nipt and so are blasted streight As eury fruite and floure in field do yeld to sodaine claps So all that breathes with liuing soule are subiect to mishaps How should this dame desire to liue that hourely wore away Who would not shedde some teares to see this tender twig decay What stony hart could suffer more and bere with eeuen hand The weary weight of worldly woes and whiske of whipping wand And when she saw her houre aproch and death his dutie craue And she amid her chiefest prime must go to greedy graue She toke of worlde a noble leaue and calling for a frende Who liueth yet and can report how she did make her ende She saide with loude and comely voice O world I thee forsake I haue bin here a pilgrime longe and now my leaue I take Of all thy Pompe and pleasures vaine that makes my sences blinde Whose glorie doth beginne with paine and ends with griefe of minde In dongon deepe of deinty thoughts thou holdest eurye wight And feeds their foolish fancies still with toyes and trifles light Thy prisnar was I borne to be and Adams children all Like captius here condemde to die must suffer for his fall But nowe the chains and lothsome lincks that lay on shoulders weake And all the bands and cloggs of care in sheuers small shall breake And I from cage shall mount to skies more swift than bird with winge And flicker like a simple doue where shining Angels singe I bringe a badge and liurye both that my good maister CHRIST Did leane for such as beares his Crosse through foggs of worldly miest Yea shaking of â–ª this sinfull soile me thincke in Cloudes I see Amonge the perfite chosen Lambs a place preparde for mee Here is no home nor harbring house but cabbens built on sande That eurye pirrie puffeth downe or still on props doth stand Our Fathers spreetes posses in peace the countrie that wee craue We are but strangers far from hoem that nothing certayn haue Tâ—ese wear her words and many moe which follows as she spoek I dâ—d â—â—o she by bryttell lyfe O Lord thy wrath prouoke For which I now repent me soer and trusting to receaue Fâ—â—e pardon for my former fautes â—ar sowll shall body leaue My â—aynt and feble vessayll frayll so fears thy Iustice great That hyt appealls from curs of law vnto thy mercy Seat. I am but worms meat wel I wot all Fleash is nought but gras To Earth and ashes out of hand must all my pleasures pas I want the force thou hast the myght to stryue with Death and Hell Thou art the Rock the corner Stoen the Fountayne and the Well From whom the Springs of lyfe must â— and vnto whom again The thyrsty soulls and hongry Harts for help do trodg a mayn Who hath byn washed in thy Blood is whiter than the Snoe O let the streams and floed of grace with fauour on me floe In Booke of lyfe let wryt good Lord my name among the rest That ordaynd wear ear world was made to sleepe in Abrams brest Blot out the bleamish of my brow that at the latter day May strike the conâ—hens with dispayre and cloked crimes bewray Gâ—ue boldnes to the bashfull sprite that fears from hens to flitte Mâ—ke hope and fayth now ferm to see great God in glory sitte With closed hand than brest she knockt so gaue a sighe and stayd And then conceiud some inward ioy with cherefull face she sayd Do mourne no more O trembling soule that knowes not wher to staye Come from the kaytiffe carrayue corps and cabben made of claye And looke vpon the Lamb of God whose death thy randsome payd That blessed babe the virgins Sonne that borne was of a mayd Come silly byrd out of the den where naught but darknesse is And looke on
God and Prince I saye Loe that is al I do requier of hym my dyeing daye I haue no gold to send my baebs but blessing I them gyue Which God coÌ„fyrm with grace good stoâ—r As long as they shall lyue O yet thear is another ryng which loe my loue must â—e Whear is my picture death I mean and tell my friend from me That I as cold and sensles toe shal be in littell space As is that shadoâ— dom and deaff and spreetles shaep of face This don she tornd her hed a syed and bard them all faerwell Twear good quod she in syen of death â–ª I hard the passyng bell For sutch as lyue may pray the whiel and knoe when bell doth towll Into the bowells of the earth the boddy partts from sowll Yet meet they shall when trumpet sownds â–ª and that the dead aryes And boeth together shall assend I hoep to starry Skyes Wyth this began the battayl feers betwen her lyef and death Lyek gâ—â—st she lay whyells hart dyd groen â–ª and mouth gaept wyed for breath Than sayd she Lord in to thy hands I doo commend my spreet And so her self cloes'd vp her eyes and hyd her head in sheet And went away lyk enfantt yong clean voyd of storm or raeg Or lyk a boddy fawlls a sleep that can not speak for aeg Thus breathles laye this Lady nowe lyk weyghty lomp of claye That earst had lyef and feelyng force and past lyk slowre a waye But whan the nues of this was broght vnto her playffeers cares Wich roering voyce and blobbred eyes thear goeshed owt sutch teares That wytnest well with owtward syens what woe he felt within And truely told when she dyd end his dollâ—r dyd begin Bereft of sleep and roâ—bd of rest he roemed vp and down And cast of â—â—eds of worldly pomp and clapt on moornyng gown No eas nor pleasures could posses nor feell the taest of meat Resolud to pyen and â—â—arue him self his grâ—â—ss they wear so great No councell could him comfort long and styll aloen he drue To morn and moen to howll and crye and make complaynt a nue And worn away withâ—wofull syghes when sorrow helped not At lâ—yngth the lyef must be sustaynd with som releef ye wot But howe he takes this mischeef yet and howe the matter goeth Hâ—t passeth farre my reatch and wyt to iouâ— I tell you troeth His Lady gâ—n as you haue hard whâ—n dayes and yeeres wear spent In thraldom long yet after that was better forâ—uen sent For 〈◊〉 to princes grace again â–ª 〈◊〉 cam by blessyd chance And so he lyus in open world whear vertue may aduance Both him and many thousands moer that noble lyues doo lead And wyesly walk with vpright mynds and stepps of honour tread Loe heer you Daems of hy renown a Ladyes death set owt Whoe 's lyef for fayth full feaw shall fynd that seeks wyed world abowt To God and Prince repentant suer to world a myrrour bryght Whearfoer with tong and true report resownd her prays a ryght ¶ FINIS The Roed made by Syr william Druery Knight into Skotland from the East Seas to the VVest vvith sundry Gentlemen of good calling for the reformation of such causes as the Queens Maiestie and her Councel thoght coÌ„uenient In the .xiii. year of the raign of our soueraigne Lady Queene Elizabeth The names of the Captaines and Gentlemen in his company Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Cary. Syr Robert Constable Sâ—r Ierome Bovveâ— M. William Knovvls M. Henry Câ—ry M. Robert Knovvll M. Michell Carye Captaine Carye Captaine Caruill Captaine Austell Captaine Edington M. Edmond Varney MY Lord of Sussex now lord Chamberlayne hauing finished two famous and notable roeds into Skoâ—lande which I haue written of as chargeable as paynfull of no smal credit pollicy rested a season at Baâ—wyck by reason of a sicknesse taken by ouermuch trauell of body minde in the seruice rehearsed reposing him self in that towne for the benefite of health thought necessary in the present exploits seruice expected to institute another generall for the execution of such matters as he him self would gladly haue taken in hande if sicknesse had permitted and because eche gentleman souldiour seuerall bandes should duetifully obey in all points warlyke order the nue generall chosen for this purpose my Lord of Sussex made an oratioÌ„ in such forme â— manner as throughly explayned the whole substance of the seruice the vnsuretie of the season the difficult dealing of diuers aduersaries and vttered the excellencys of an Oratour At whoe 's elloqueÌ„ce the heerars rather stoed astonyed than vnsatysfyed in any poynt or parssell wherin he opened the bowells of rebellyon the practies of enemies and subborning of traytors and earnestly perswaded euery 〈◊〉 mynd to be myndfull of his Prince and countrey in the lybertie wherof boeth lyfe and lyuing is alwayes to be offered after which Oracion as custome is for seruice past and things to come he made these knights that heere are mentioned Syr VVilliam Drury Syr Thomas Manners Syr George Care and Syr Robert Constable and placing the Generall in full authoritie he committed them to God and the good conduct of their Chieftaine then presently with professed obedience each man desired to do a dayes seruice to venter his lyfe to shed his bloud or shew his duetie Whervpon and as great weighty cause moued my Lord of Sussex coÌ„mauÌ„ded them to martch forward so they did made that night a greater martch than was looked for yet no lesse speede than was needeful by which forwardnesse sodain exercises of Armes a brute blowen abrode of a more sooner departure the enemies wer discouraged hindred of their hoâ—p our men made masters of the fielde and possest in a maner their wish desired hap at the least taking aduauÌ„tage of the time they preuented the pushe of a perillous present pollicie auoyded the danger of a troublous time to come For the enemie regarding our readinesse desire of encounter with them retyred so fast backwarde that all their labour was lost which they tooke in hande before And now wer they somwhat abashed that before vsed ouermuch boldnesse yet in doubtfull ballance stoode the weight of this iorney considering what followed by the fyennes or falshod of double meaning friends beside the dangers insideÌ„t to the hazards of Fortune Our people being thoght at the first to be great in nomber wear suffred to martch wher they pleased but the enemy aduertised of our smal power not only lyke chafed Boares began to pluck vp the bryssells but also bruted abroad we were taken in a pitfold had neede of a treble company to accoÌ„plish the exploit taken in haÌ„d And after our power had passed â—denbrogh towards the force of y aduersaries the secret practisiens of mischief in the town set sodainly on our Lackkeis and such of y traine as could not coÌ„ueniently follow y Camp
zeall and loue to knit your harts in peace And stop the stream that oer the banks did ron A noble queen whoe 's lief our lord encreace A sâ—klar was â—ar greater greef begon But stordi minds stoâ—d stifly in thear cace Tyll feble force gaue roering cannon place Than fast in sort they clapt them selus with speed And maed defence to saue the present need A castell strong that neuer noen assayld A strength that stoed on mownt and mighti rock A peerles plot that all waies haeth preuayld And able was to sufer ani shock The enmie choes and suer the seat was Sutch That might harm all and feaw or noen cowld tutch And thought to be the only sort of faâ—m Most meet and fit to bear a maidens naem Yea sondrie kynges with sleight did seeke her spoyll And threatned oft to throe her in the dust But non could boest he gaue this mayde a foyll With labour lost she sarud their gredy lust And still she stoed like sun among the starrs Lyke pucell puer a perâ—l in peace and warrs Which would not suer be bought for gold nor good Nor yet well won without great losse of blood â–ª This lofty seat and lantern of that land Like Loed starre stood and lockt oer eury street â—heaâ—in thear was a stout sufficient band That furnisht wear with corrage wit and spreet And wanted nought that sarud for their defence Or could in fien repulse their enmies thens Well stoerd with shot yea suer boeth good and great That might far of â—t will the cuntrey beat The Castell â—â—eed so strongly noâ—t it well Thear was no way but one taprotche the same And that selâ— thing was sâ—â—r a sâ—cond hâ—ll For smothryng smoke for shot and fierâ—â—lame It â—â—owrd the streets and bet the 〈…〉 And kept in awe catch 〈…〉 the town 〈◊〉 man nor child could â—oer in oppen sight But they wear suer apon som shot to light â—ith thâ—ndrâ—ng nâ—â—es â–ª was shot of roeryng 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 throw the thickâ—â—â— she thompt orâ—thawrt the 〈◊〉 And 〈…〉 shâ—â—ld of act in or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thoughâ— an arâ— had cut down lyttell sprayes The Bullets still cam whizzyng by their chéeks That prowld about and sodain danger seeks Here groene doen and there another lies That went to farre or whear blind bullet flies The liuely flock that daer do mutch in deed Do catch a clap ear cause requiers the saem So som perhaps for want of takyng heed Did feell the lash as flie that fauls in â—â—aem But whan of force they must the battrie plant The Soldiar shoes he doth no corrage want Som beat the lowps som ply the walls with shot And som spy out whear vantage may be got For saefties saek of sutch as lay a broed A trentch was maed to hold the emnye short With powlder still thear peecis fast they loed To skowre the place whear soldiars did resort Now might you se the heds flie vp in ayre Now clean defaest the goodly buildyngs fayre Now stoens faull down and fill the emptie dikes And lusty ladds auance the armed Pickes Nowe cannons roerd and bullets bownst lyk bawls Nowe throwe the throng the tronks of wieldlier â—lue Nowe totring towâ—â—s â—yept down with rotten wavils Nowe som pakt hens that neuer said a due Nowe men wear known and corraeg plaid his part Nowe cowards quaekt and corst all soldyars aert Nowe catch deuice of death was dayly sought And noble â—aem and lief was deerly bought Heer must you noet how they with in that hold In warlyk sort a counter battry maed And on thear brauâ— began to be so bold They thought to lern our men a fyâ—nner traed In vsing shot and planting cannons thear So hoeping thus to put our â—amp in fear They plyed a pace thear practies eury way With yron bâ—wls to mak the soldyars play And graâ—ing oens apon a peece we had They droue a way som gonnars from thear place Aâ— vow thear of the enmies wart so glad They sâ—â—â—ll sâ—oed against vs face to face What ruell is this ê™ than or generall streyght Whear aer thâ—â—s ladds that slynks a way by sleyght He skarce deâ—aâ—us to wear a soldiors coat That haeth in deed his dueti thus forgoet But loe the broâ—t of mischeef was so great A feawe or noen god wot did that they oght He seâ—â—g that stept in a mid the heat And in his hand a smoking lyntstock broght And so gaue fier â–ª to â—hee howe coraeg must His credit saue whan he is put in trust A part well plaid a passing point of skill That tries great mind and blaesseth mutch good will The goâ—â—ars than shot of a ringing peall Of â—â—â—ous great and did sutch cunning shoe 〈◊〉 man might se what lâ—ue and zeall And 〈…〉 they had to contry shoe For in smal time so neer thear mark they weent That streight as lien in cannon mowth they sent A shot of owrs that â—all twelue intches bears Wich all to toer â–ª thear peece a bowt thear ears That cut the coms of many a bragging kock That broek the gawll or gawld the hors to soer That was the keye or knak that piekt the lock That maed som mues that tryumpht mutch befoer Yea that was hit that mard thear market quit And dawnted had thear harts in great despit For after this they gan to step a back And sawe at hand cam on thear ruen and wrack A littell harm doth breed a great mistrust A simple storme maks som on seas full sick A feeble poef of wind doth raies vp dust A littell salue full suer can towtch the quick A smal attempt maks mighty matters shaek A silly spark a soddain fyer doth make An easi proef brings hard mishaps to pas As this declaers whear all theas myscheeues was The happy shot that braek their peece in twayn Discorraegd clean the boldnes of our foes When battails Ioin in feeld and open playn Full soen is seen whear that the conâ—quest goes For vnto sutch that suer and stowtly stand Good fortuen coms in torning of a hand Yea whan mans force doth faint and feble waxe Down weapons goe and streight they torn thear backs And set the world agoyng oens a due It is mutch like a stream that hath no stay To late comes wit to giue them corrage nue That fear before hath taught to run away What would you more the Skots did hast them thenâ— Wheare first they stode and sought to make defence And cloesly kept the Castell as they might Not willyng oâ—t to come in open sight Yet â—ar these things could well be brought to pas With baskets byg and thinges to sarue the turne A crosse the street a trauers made there was Whiels for a shâ—ft wet straw and hey did borne And for to plant som playing peeces thear A Mount was â—aysd which kept the foe in fear The Gunners suer thear dueti throwly did And at that tied was no mans saruyce hid The enmies loâ—kt for sucker out of france