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A20849	The second part, or a continuance of Poly-Olbion from the eighteenth song Containing all the tracts, riuers, mountaines, and forrests: intermixed with the most remarkable stories, antiquities, wonders, rarities, pleasures, and commodities of the east, and northerne parts of this isle, lying betwixt the two famous riuers of Thames, and Tweed. By Michael Drayton, Esq.; Poly-Olbion. Part 2	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1622 (1622)	STC 7229; ESTC S121634	140,318	213

diuine when he is set by thee Nay more I will avow and iustifie him then He is a god compar'd with ordinary men His braue and noble heart here in a heauen doth dwell Aboue those worldly cares that sinks such sots to hell A caitife if there be more viler then thy selfe If he through basenesse light vpon this worldly pelfe The Chimney-sweepe or he that in the dead of night Doth emptie lothsome vaults may purchase all your right When not the greatest King should he his treasure raine The Muses sacred gifts can possibly obtaine No were he Monarch of the vniuersall earth Except that gift from heauen be breath'd into his birth How transitory be those heaps of rotting mud Which onely to obtaine yee make your chiefest good Perhaps to your fond sonnes your ill-got goods yee leaue You scarcely buried are but they your hopes deceiue Haue I not knowne a wretch the purchase of whose ground Was valued to be sould at threescore thousand pound That in a little time in a poore threed-bare coat Hath walk'd from place to place to beg a silly groat When nothing hath of yours or your base broods been left Except poore widdowes cries to memorize your theft That curse the Serpent got in Paradise for hire Descend vpon you all from him your deuillish Sire Groueling vpon the earth to creepe vpon your breast And licke the lothsome dust like that abhorred beast But leaue these hatefull heards and let me now declare In th' Helliconian 〈◊〉 who rightly christned are Not such as basely sooth the Humour of the Time And slubberingly patch vp some slight and shallow Rime Vpon Pernassus top that striue to be instal'd Yet neuer to that place were by the Muses call'd Nor yet our Mimick Apes out of their bragging pride That faine would seeme to be what nature them denide Whose Verses hobling runne as with disioynted bones And make a viler noyse then carts vpon the stones And these forsooth must be the Muses onely heires When they but Bastards are and foundlings none of theirs Inforcing things in Verse for Poesie vnfit Mere filthy stuffe that breakes out of the sores of wit What Poet reckes the praise vpon such Anticks heap'd Or enuies that their lines in Cabinets are kept Though some fantasticke foole promoue their ragged Rymes And doe transcribe them o'r a hundred seuerall times And some fond women winnes to thinke them wondrous rare When they lewd beggery trash nay very gibbrish are Giue me those Lines whose touch the skilfull eare to please That gliding flow in state like swelling Euphrates In which things naturall be and not in falsely wrong The Sounds are fine and smooth the Sense is full and strong Not bumbasted with words vaine ticklish eares to feed But such as may content the perfect man to read What is of Paynters said is of true Poets rife That he which doth expresse things neerest to the life Doth touch the very poynt nor needs he adde thereto For that the vtmost is that Art doth striue to doe Had Orpheus whose sweet Harpe so musically strung Intised Trees and Rocks to follow him along Th'moralitie of which is that his knowledge drew The stony blockish rout that nought but rudenesse knew T' imbrace a ciuill life by his inticing Layes Had he compos'd his lines like many of these dayes Which to be vnderstood doe take in it disdaine Nay Oedipus may fayle to know what they would meane If Orpheus had so play'd not to be vnderstood Well might those men haue thought the Harper had been wood Who might haue fit him downe the trees and rockes among And been a veryer blocke then those to whom he sung O noble Cambridge then my most beloued Towne In glory flourish still to heighten thy renowne In womans perfect shape still be thy Embleme right Whose one hand holds a Cup the other beares a Light Phocis bedew'd with drops that from Pernassus fall Let Cirrha seeke to her nor be you least of 〈◊〉 Yee faire Beotian Thebes and Thespia still to pay My Cambridge all her Rites Cirrhea send this way O let the thrice-three Maids their dewes vpon thee raine From Aganippa's fount and hoofe-plow'd Hyppocrene Mount Pindus thou that art the Muses sacred place In Thessaly and thou O Pimpla that in Thrace They chose for their owne hill then thou Pernassus hye Vpon whose by-clift top the sacred company About Apollo sit and thou O Flood with these Pure Hellicon belou'd of the Pierides With Tempe let thy walks and shades be brought to her And all your glorious gifts vpon my Towne conferre This said the louely Grant glides eas'ly on along To meet the mighty Ouze which with her watry throng The Cantabrigian fields had entred taking in Th'in-Iled Elies earth which strongly she doth win From Grants soft-neighbouring grounds when as the fruitfull I le Much wondring at her selfe thought surely all this while That by her silence shee had suffred too much wrong Wherefore in her selfe praise loe thus the Iland sung Of all the Marshland Iles I Ely am the Queene For Winter each where sad in me lookes fresh and greene The Horse or other beast o'rway'd with his owne masse Lies wallowing in my Fennes hid ouer head in grasse And in the place where growes ranke Fodder for my Neat The Turffe which beares the Hay is wondrous needfull Peat My full and batning earth needs not the Plowmans paines The Rils which runne in me are like the branched vaines In humane Bodies seene those Ditches cut by hand From the surrounding Meres to winne the measured land To those choyce waters I most fitly may compare Wherewith nice women vse to blanch their Beauties rare Hath there a man beene borne in me that neuer knew Of Watersey the Leame or th' other cal'd the New The Frithdike neer'st my midst and of another sort Who euer fish'd or fowl'd that cannot make report Of sundry Meres at hand vpon my Westerne way As Ramsey mere and Vg with the great Whittelsey Of the aboundant store of Fish and Fowle there bred Which whilst of Europes Iles Great Britaine is the Head No Meres shall truely tell in them then at one draught More store 〈◊〉 either kinds hath with the Net been caught Which though some pettie Iles doe challenge them to be Their owne yet must those Iles likwise acknowledge me Their soueraigne Nor yet let that Islet Ramsey shame Although to 〈◊〉 Mere shee onely giues the name * Nor Huntingdon 〈◊〉 me though she extend her grounds Twit me that I at all vsurpe vpon her Bounds Those Meres may well be proud that I will take them in Which otherwise perhaps forgotten might haue bin Besides my towred Phane and my rich Citied seat With Villages and Dorpes to make me most compleat Thus broke she off her speech when as the Muse awhile Desirous to repose and rest her with the I le Here consumates her Song and doth fresh courage take With warre in the

there to be bought For goodnesse farre and neere by Horsemen that are sought Fore-right vpon her way shee with a merryer gale To Borough Bridge makes on to meet her sister Swale A wondrous holy Flood which name she euer hath For when the Saxons first receau'd the Christian Faith Paulinus of old Yorke the zealous Bishop then In Swales abundant streame Christned ten thousand men With women and their babes a number more beside Vpon one happy day whereof shee boasts with pride Which springs not farre from whence Your hath her siluer head And in her winding Banks along my bosome led As shee goes swooping by to Swaledale whence shee springs That louely name shee leaues which foorth a Forrest brings The Vallies Style that beares a brauer Syluan Mayd Scarce any Shire can show when to my Riuers ayd Come Barney Arske and Marske their soueraigne Swale to guide From Applegarths wide waste and from New Forrest side Whose Fountaines by the Fawnes and Satyrs many a yeere With youthfull Greens were crownd yet could not stay thé there But they will serue the Swale which in her wandring course A Nymph nam'd Holgat hath and Risdale all whose force Small though God wot it be yet from their Southerne shore With that salute the Swale as others did before At Richmond and ariue which much doth grace the Flood For that her Precinct long amongst the Shires hath stood But Yorkshire wills the same her glory to resigne When passing thence the Swale this mineon Flood of mine Next takes into her traine cleere Wiske a wanton Gyrle As though her watry path were pau'd with Orient Pearle So wondrous sweet she seemes in many a winding Gyre As though shee Gambolds made or as she did desire Her Labyrinth-like turnes and mad Meandred trace With maruell should amaze and comming doth imbrace * North-Alerton by whom her honour is increast VVhose Liberties include a County at the least To grace the wandring Wiske then well vpon her way Which by her count'nance thinks to carry all the sway When hauing her receau'd Swale bonny Codbeck brings And Willowbeck with her two pretty Riuellings And Bedall bids along then almost at the Ouze Who with these Rills enrich'd begins her selfe to rouse When that great Forrest-Nymph faire Gautresse on her way Shee sees to stand prepar'd with Garlands fresh and gay To decke vp Ouze before her selfe to Yorke she show So out of my full wombe the Fosse doth likewise flow That meeting thee at Yorke vnder the Cities side Her glories with thy selfe doth equally diuide The East part watring still as thou dost wash the West By whose Imbraces Yorke aboundantly is blest So many Riuers I continually maintaine As all those lesser Floods that into Darwin straine Their Fountaines find in me the Ryedale naming Rye Fosse Rycall Hodbeck Dow with Semen and them by Cleere Costwy which her selfe from Blackmore in doth bring And playing as shee slides through shady Pickering To Darwent homage doth and Darwent that diuides The East-riding and me vpon her either sides Although that to vs both she most indifferent bee And seemeth to affect her equally with me From my Diuision yet her Fountaine doth deriue And from my Blackmore here her Course doth first contriue Let my Demensions then be seriously pursude And let great Britaine see in my braue Latitude How in the high'st degree by nature I am grac'd For tow'rds the Crauen Hills vpon my West are plac'd New-Forrest Applegarth and Swaledale * Dryades all And lower towards the Ouze if with my Floods ye fall The goodly Gautresse keeps chiefe of my Syluan kind There stony Stanmore view bleake with the Sleet and Wind Vpon this Easterne side so Ryedale darke and deepe Amongst whose Groues of yore some say that Elues did keepe Then Pickering whom the Fawnes beyond them all adore By whom not farre away lyes large-spred Blackimore The Cleeueland North from these a State that doth maintaine Leaning her lustie side to the great Germane Maine Which if she were not heere confined thus in me A Shire euen of her selfe might well be said to be Nor lesse hath Pickering Leigh her libertie then this North-Alerton a Shire so likewise reckoned is And Richmond of the rest the greatest in estate A Countie iustly call'd that them accommodate So I North-Riding am for spaciousnesse renown'd Our mother Yorkshires eldst who worthily is crown'd The Queene of all the Shires on this side Trent for we The Ridings seuerall parts of her vaste greatnesse be In vs so we againe haue seuerall seats whose bounds Doe measure from their sides so many miles of grounds That they are called Shires like to some mightie King May Yorkshire be compar'd the lik'st of any thing Who hath Kings that attend and to his State retaine And yet so great that they haue vnder them againe Great Princes that to them be subiect so haue we Shires subiect vnto vs yet wee her subiects be Although these be ynough sufficiently to show That I the other two for brauery quite out-goe Yet looke yee vp along into my Setting side Where Teis first from my bounds rich * Dunelme doth diuide And you shall see those Rills that with their watry prease Their most beloued Teis so plenteously increase The cleere yet lesser Lune the Bauder and the Gret All out of me doe flow then turne ye from the Set And looke but tow'rds the Rise vpon the German Maine Those Rarities and see that I in me containe My Scarborough which looks as though in heauen it stood To those that lye below from th' Bay of Robin Hood Euen to the fall of Teis let me but see the man That in one Tract can show the wonders that I can Like Whitbies selfe I thinke ther 's none can shew but I O'r whose attractiue earth there may no wild geese flie But presently they fall from off their wings to ground If this no wonder be wher 's there a wonder found And stones like Serpents there yet may yee more behold That in their naturall Gyres are vp together rold The Rocks by 〈◊〉 too my glories forth to set Out of their cranied Cleeues can giue you perfect 〈◊〉 And vpon Huntclipnab you euery where may find As though nice Nature lou'd to vary in this kind Stones of a Spherick forme of sundry 〈◊〉 fram'd That well they Globes of stone or bullets might be nam'd For any Ordnance fit which broke with Hammers blowes Doe headlesse Snakes of stone within their Rounds enclose Marke Gisboroughs gay Scite where Nature seemes so nice As in the same shee makes a second Paradice Whose Soyle imbroydered is with so rare sundry Flowers Her large Okes so long greene as Summer there her Bowers Had set vp all the yeare her ayre for health refin'd Her earth with Allome veines most richly intermin'd In other places these might 〈◊〉 be thought So common but in me that I esteeme as nought Then could I reckon vp

Lucy and Hastings went Which charging but too home all sorely wounded were VVhom liuing from the field the Barons stroue to beare Being on their partie fixd whilst still Prince Edward spurres To bring his Forces vp to charge the Londoners T'whom cruell hate he bare and ioyning with their Force Of heauy-armed Foot with his light Northerne Horse He putting them to flight foure miles in chase them slew But ere he could returne the conquest wholly drew To the stout Barons side his father fled the field Into the Abbay there constrained thence to yeeld The Lords Fitz-warren slaine and Wilton that was then Chiefe Iustice as some say with them fiue thousand men And Bohun that great Earle of Her'ford ouerthrowne With Bardolfe Somery Patshull and Percie knowne By their Coat-armours then for Barons prisoners ta'n Though Henry ware the Crowne great Le'ster yet did raigne Now for the Conflict next at Chesterfield that chanc'd Gainst Robert that proud Earle of Darby who aduanc'd His Ensignes gainst the King contrary to his oath Vpon the Barons part with the Lord Deuell both Surpriz'd by Henry Prince of Almain with his power By comming at so strange an vnexpected hower And taking them vnarmd since meerely a defeat With our well-ordered fights we will not here repeat The fatall Battell then at fertile Eusham struck Though with the selfe same hands not with the selfe same luck For both the King and Prince at Lewes prisoners taken By fortune were not yet so vtterly forsaken But that the Prince was got from Le'ster and doth gather His friends by force of Armes yet to redeeme his father And th' Earle of Glo'ster wonne who through the Mountfords pride Disgrac'd came with his power to the Emperiall side When now those Lords which late at Lewes wonne the day The Sacrament receiu'd their Armes not downe to lay Vntill the King should yeeld th' old Charter to maintaine King Henry and his sonne Prince Edward swore againe They would repeale those Lawes that were at Oxford made Or through this bloody warre to their destruction wade But since the King remain'd in puissant Lei'sters power The remnant of his friends whom death did not deuoure At Lewes Battell late and durst his part partake The Prince excites againe an Armie vp to make Whom Roger Bigot Earle of Norfolke doth assist Englands high Marshall then and that great Martialist Old Henry Bohun Earle of Her'ford in this warre Gray Basset and Saint-Iohn Lisle Percie Latimer All Barons which to him their vtmost strengths doe lay VVith many a Knight for power their equall euery way And William Valence Earle of Pembroke who had fled From Lewes field to France thence with fresh succour sped Young Humphrey Bohun still doth with great Le'ster goe VVho for his Countries cause becomes his fathers foe Fitz-Iohn Gray Spencer Strange Rosse Segraue Vessey Gifford Wake Lucy Vipount Vaux Clare Marmion Hastings Clifford In that blacke night before his sad and dismall day VVere apparitions strange as drad Heauen would bewray The horrors to ensue O most amazing fight Two Armies in the Ayre discerned were to fight VVhich came so neere to earth that in the morne they found The prints of horses feet remaining on the ground Which came but as a show the time to entertaine Till th' angry Armies ioyn'd to act the bloody Sceane Shrill shouts and deadly cries each way the ayre do fill And not a word was heard from either side but kill The father gainst the sonne the brother gainst the brother With Gleaues Swords Bills and Pykes were murthering one another The full luxurious earth seemes surfitted with blood VVhilst in his Vnckles gore th' vnnaturall Nephew stood VVhilst with their charged Staues the desperate horsmen meet They heare their kinsmen groane vnder their Horses feet Dead men and weapons broke doe on the earth abound The Drummes bedash'd with braines doe giue a dismall sound Great Le'ster there expir'd with Henry his braue sonne VVhen many a high exployt they in that day had done Scarce was there noble House of which those times could tell But that some one thereof on this or that side fell Amongst the slaughtered men that there lay heap'd on pyles Bohuns and Beauchamps were Basets and Mandeviles Segraues and Saint-Iohns seeke vpon the end of all To giue those of their names their Christian buriall Ten thousand on both sides were ta'n and slaine that day Prince Edward gets the gole and beares the Palme away All Edward Long shankes time her ciuill warres did cease Who stroue his Countries bounds by Conquest to increase But in th' insuing raigne of his most riotous sonne As in his fathers dayes a second warre begun When as the stubborne heires of the stout Barons dead Who for their Countries cause their blood at Eusham shed Not able to endure the Spencers hatefull pride The father and the sonne whose counsels then did guide Th'inconsiderate King conferring all his graces On them who got all gifts and bought and sold all places Them raising to debase the Baronage the more For Gauaston whom they had put to death before Which vrg'd too farre at length to open Armes they brake And for a speedy warre they vp their powers doe make Vpon King Edwards part for this great Action bent His brother Edmund came the valiant Earle of Kent With Richmount Arundell and Pembroke who engage Their powers three powerfull Earles against the Baronage And on the Barons side great master of the warre Was Thomas of the Blood the Earle of Lancaster With Henry Bobun Earle of Hereford his Peere With whom of great command and Martialists there were Lyle Darcy Denvile Teis Beach Bradburne Bernvile Knovile With Badlesmer and Bercks Fitz-william Leyburne Louell Tuchet and Talbot stout doe for the Barons stand Mandute and Mowbray with great Clifford that command Their Tenants to take Armes that with their Landlords runne With these went also Hugh and Henry Willington Redoubted Damory as Audley Elmesbridge Wither Earles Barons Knights Esquiers embodied all together At Burton vpon Trent who hauing gathered head Towards them with all his power the King in person sped Who at his neere approach vpon his March discri'd That they against his power the Bridge had fortifi'd Which he by strong assault assayes from them to win Where as a bloody fight doth instantly begin When he to beat them off assayes them first by shot And they to make that good which they before had got Defend them with the like like Haylestones from the skie From Crosse-bowes and the Long the light-wingd arrowes flie But friended with the Flood the Barons hold their strength Forcing the King by Boats and pyles of wood at length T' attempt to land his force vpon the other side The Barons that the more his stratagems defide Withstand them in the streame when as the troubled flood With in a little time was turned all to blood And from the Boats and Bridge the mangled bodies feld The poore affrighted Fish

Pilgrimages Concerning whom the world since then hath spent much breath And many questions made both of his life and death If he were truely iust he hath his right if no Those times were much to blame that haue him reckond so Then these from Yorke ensue whose liues as much haue grac'd That See as these before in Canterbury plac'd Saint Wilfrid of her Saints we then the first will bring Who twice by Egfrids ire the sterne Northumbrian King Expulst his sacred Seat most patiently it bare The man for sacred gifts almost beyond compare Then Bosa next to him as meeke and humble hearted As the other full of grace to whom great God imparted His mercies sundry wayes as age vpon him came And next him followeth Iohn who like wise bare the name Of Beuerley where he most happily was borne Whose holinesse did much his natiue place adorne Whose Vigils had by those deuouter times bequests The Ceremonies due to great and solemne Feasts So Oswald of that seat and Cedwall sainted were Both reuerenc'd and renown'd Archbishops liuing there The former to that See from Worcester transfer'd Deceased was againe at Worcester inter'd The other in that See a sepucher they chose And did for his great zeale amongst the Saints dispose As William by descent com'n of the Conquerors straine Whom 〈◊〉 ruling here did in his time ordaine Archbishop of that See among our Saints doth fall Deria'd from those two Seats styld Archiepiscopall Next these Arch Sees of ours now London place doth take Which had those of whom time Saints worthily did make As Ceda brother to that reuerent Bishop Chad At Lichfield in those times his famous seat that had Is Sainted for that See amongst our reuerent men From London though at length remoou'd to Lestingen A monastery which then he richly had begun Him Erkenwald ensues th' East English Offa's sonne His fathers kingly Court who for a Crosiar sled Whose works such fame him wonne for ho linesse that dead Time him enshrin'd in Pauls the mother of that See Which with Reuenues large and Priuiledges he Had wondrously endow'd to goodnesse so affected That he those Abbayes great from his owne power erected At Chertsey neere to Thames and Barking famous long So Roger hath a roome in these our Sainted throng Who by his words and works so taught the way to heauen As that great name to him sure was not vainely giuen With Winchester againe proceed we which shall store Vs with as many Saints as any See or more Of whom we yet haue sung as Hcada there we haue Who by his godly life so good instructions gaue As teaching that the way to make men to liue well Example vs assur'd did Preaching farre excell Our Swithen then ensues of him why ours I say Is that vpon his Feast his dedicated day As it in Haruest haps so Plow-men note thereby Th' ensuing fortie dayes be either wet or dry As that day falleth out whose Myracles may wee Beleeue those former times he well might sainted bee So Frithstan for a Saint incalendred we find With Brithstan not a whit the holyest man behind Canoniz'd of which two the former for respect Of vertues in him found the latter did elect To sit vpon his See who likewise dying there To Ethelbald againe succeeding did appeare The honour to a Saint as challenging his due These formerly exprest then Elpheg doth ensue Then Ethelwald of whom this Almes-deed hath been told That in a time of dearth his Churches plate he sold T'releeue the needy poore the Churches wealth quoth he May be againe repayr'd but so these cannot be With these before exprest so Britwald forth she brought By faith and earnest prayer his myracles that wrought That such against the Faith that were most stony-hearted By his religious life haue lastly been conuerted This man when as our Kings so much decayed were As'twas suppos d their Line would be extinguisht here Had in his Dreame reueald to whom All-doing heauen The Scepter of this land in after-times had giuen Which in Prophettick sort by him deliuered was And as he stoutly spake it truly came to passe So other Southerne Sees here either lesse or more Haue likewise had their Saints though not alike in store Of Rochester we haue Saint Ithamar being then In those first times first of our natiue English men Residing on that Seat so as an ayd to her But singly Sainted thus we haue of Chichester Saint Richard and with him Saint Gilbert which doe stand Enrold amongst the rest of this our Mytred Band Of whom such wondrous things for truths deliuered are As now may seeme to stretch 〈◊〉 strait beleefe too farre And Cimbert of a Saint had the deserued right His yearely Obijts long done in the Isle of Wight A Bishop as some say but certaine of what See It scarcely can be proou'd nor is it knowne to me Whilst Sherburne was a See and in her glory shone And Bodmin likewise had a Bishop of her owne Whose Diocesse that time contained Cornwall these Had as the rest their Saints deriued from their Sees The first her Adelme had and Hamond and the last Had Patrock for a Saint that with the other past That were it fit for vs but to examine now Those former times these men for Saints that did allow And from our reading vrge that others might as well Related be for Saints as worthy euery deale This scruteny of ours would cleere that world thereby And shew it to be voyd of partiality That each man holy cald was not canoniz'd here But such whose liues by death had triall many a yeere That See at Norwich now establisht long not stird At Eltham planted first to Norwich then transferd Into our bedroule here her Humbert in doth bring A Counsellour that was to that most martyred King Saint Edmund who in their rude massacre then slaine The title of a Saint his Martyrdome doth gaine So Hereford hath had on her Cathedrall Seat Saint Leofgar a man by Martyrdome made great Whom Griffith Prince of Wales that sowne which did subdue O most vnhallowed deed vnmercifully slue So Worster as those Sees here sung by vs before Hath likewise with her Saints renown'd our natiue shore Saint Egwin as her eld'st with Woolstan as the other Of whom she may be proud to say shee was the Mother The Churches Champions both for her that stoutly stood Lichfield hath those no whit lesse famous nor lesse good The first of whom is that most reuerent Bishop Chad In those religious times for holinesse that had The name aboue the best that liued in those dayes That Stories haue been stuft with his abundant praise Who on the See of Yorke being formerly instauld Yet when backe to that place Saint Wilfrid was recald The Seat to that good man he willingly resign'd And to the quiet Closse of Lichfield him confin'd So Sexvlfe after him then Owen did supply Her Trine of reuerent men renown'd for sanctitie As Lincolne to