death He loues to lye beleeue not what he saith Though traytors do so did Achitophell Achitophel bewitched did bewitch Faire Absolom a sonne vnto a king Mou'de him to mount to hit but did not hiche His fathers crowne high Iustice clipp'd his wing So are the wings of these fowle traytors cut That want not will their flight in practise put But fall in seas of deepe dispairing shame And Story styled led with great Sophies fame Arm'd with fowle Enuy mist the aimed but. The white Eliza daz'd their diuellish eyes They could not see nor make their art to proue Arts maister could not make that diuel rise That was of power to hurt Iehouahs Doue Yet Story striuing to accomplish that Which in his high aspiring fancy sat Was sent a present by Iehouah's hand From Flaunders where he most secure did stand All men well know the guerdon that he gat Yet Phayer and Prestall found a fayrer day Elizaes mercy her reuenge exceedes Though mercy in this case might well say nay And Iustice cut downe these infernall weedes But Iustice left them not excus'd herein For Phayer fell after to high treasons sin Di'de for the last a guerdon for the first High traytors haue no doubt a dropsie thirst Which sildome quencheth when it doth begin What soules keepe silence but reioyce to see The speedy falles of all Elizaes foes Whose foes are foes to all that faithfull bee Her faith firme faith their faithlesse works disclose And none sit sad to see it but the crew Of Enuies couert workers out of view Whose hearts are hidden for a while in darke They will be seene by some externall marke And shew the poysond fruit that therein grew For none so walke inuisible in Spight But word or worke or guise or garment will At last bewray them and bring all to light The fume will breath and show what they distill Throgmorton in hearts closet long conceild His Enuies fire at last brake forth reueild A flame to light the bringing in of Spayne To pull Eliza downe a painfull strayne A deepe fetcht note words to make Princes yeeld Nay weapons were preparde the Kingdome giu'n Our liues were sold all offices disposde And in conceite they had deposde our Queene All vp but one but when it was disclosde The game did turne Throgmorton came to light Then Pope was pensiue Spanyards in sad plight Their hope a dreame when they awakt they saw That shaddowes bring not substances in awe Nor words like swords to arme a man to fight This mystie morning cleared with the Sunne Bewray'd Throgmorton with her splendant beames He leaues his closet when his dreame was done And findes Eliza rooted in her Realmes Which he had solde to them that could not buye He could not sell Elizaes dignitie Yet nought did want but sure possession And that was hoped by his confession Here was presumption and credulitie Seller presumes to sell what was not his Buyers beleeue yet had not Quid pro quo What man of lawe can rightly censure this Pactum or nudum pactum yea or no The buyers sue not seller for the same Nor then required or for bargaine came And yet Throgmorton was attach'd therefore And paide his head for recompence and More And his consorts went not without their shame Who sees these fruites that grow vpon that stocke Of Romes despight that spread into this land And loaths them not and would not moue the block Laide in the way to weake Elizaes hand Who doth not ioy to see their ill successe Who doth not wish in heart a sound redresse The banishment of all that hatefull crew That lurke vnseene and some in publique view Or wish their loue and their despights release Oh how would our Eliza them imbrace How would she guard their liues in truthes desires How happy they if they were in her grace Cut from that tree of bloodie Romes aspires That still aspires and still her braunches fall They rot consume infected with her gall A wonder that they will not shunne the snare When they their owne with others lots compare They see the mirror yet not mou'd withall What are their liues vnto the Papacie As are base Turkes to their ground Seignior Who wayes ten thousand liues in policie As flies So Catholicke Superior Oh silly soules that dreame of dignitie And high aduance for hatefull treacherie To bring their natiue land to forraigne spoile Their friends and kinsmen guiltlesse to their foile Selfe guerdon death hell for their sallary What recompence had Romes chiefe champion Sent to this lande from that great Bishops side Their Alpha and Omega Campion And his consorts concealed yet espide They came in colour to winne soules to blisse Of all the Locustes sent the glosse is this When to draw subiect duties and their loue From true Eliza and high treasons moue Against their Queene their true pretending is For can a subiect stand liege to his Lord And yet giue sentence with his mortall foe Or can a man serue two with good accord When in desire they wish each others woe It s hard to wade in meane betweene two friends In equall seruice Ielousie depends Therefore who workes to win a subiects loue From her that hath it warranted aboue T'anothers loue all knowe what he pretends They may pretend and be igniferent Zealous in shewe to win a man from sinne When all they worke is to make malecontent And drawe the doubtfull to diue deeper in For if their workes were of right Wisedomes skill They would in publique practise to instill Their right aduise that all might be aduised As Paul did preach in publique not disguished Who feare the light no doubt their deedes are ill Did Campion that famous Doctor showe In publique schoole or in the open view Or did he preach or his high gifts bestowe On all as well he might if they were true Nay came he not in couert fearing light And kept in darke and salyed in the night As one that would surprise the silly sheepe Fled from the folde and from their shepheards keepe And do not all the Locusts thus by flight Haue they the habite coresponding gift As they pretend their gift is to forgiue If that their gift and colour not a drift To lay their poyson in Religious hiue Then let them come but not in Ruffins weede That come to kill when they pretend to feede Some come like Ruffins some like men of warre The blinde the lame they know not what they are How can they aske them then the things they need They feare the sword they say therefore they lye As Leopards white and blacke and greene gray Attired thus to act diuinity Beseemes it them It fits a stage aray But if these colours be to cloake their guile As they assume vnto themselues exile Then sure they feare the light and walke in darke Pretending one and ayme another marke Denominate by one and haue another stile What neede they feare the Magistrate or sword If they
by plaine submissiue word And yeelded rather to returne with shame Then enter combate for the cause they came So Solon-Cecill and graue Wotton went And gaue them parlie and the consequent Did wholy tend to great Elizaes fame The King and Queene of Scots and France should leaue The armes and titles of Elizaes Realmes By them vsurpt to which Pope Paul did heaue With English gems to decke their diadeames And further yeelded their submission As did Eliza set condition What greater honour could succeed then this What greater victory then yeelding is A regall guise to haue compassion Here were three vertues in Eliza found Her true and constant Magnanimity Her franke Compassion and her Wisedome sound All prest at once confirmd her dignity From whom haue sprung the dangers of our Queene From whence haue all fowle Enuies working beene But from the fountayne of that poysond well Of Romish Bushops and their cursed cell Where are fell Furies and fowle Monsters seene Did not Pope Pius quartus who succeedes The former Paul appeare like venemous And did he not sow here seditious seedes And did not againe Pope Pius quintus Succeeding him gaue tokens of despight Who did her sacred Maiesty indue With his fowle Bull that came with ougly roare Into this land her Highnes to vnmoare And to bereaue this Kingdome of her light And did he not dispence with fealtie That English Nobles and her subjects swore And plainely plighted to her Maiestie And stirr'd he not the Northerne Lords to gore Her Highnesse liege-men with his filthy Bull Though he preuailed not his hornes were dull Yet did his complices obey his hest And rais'd their force the Pope to reinuest Whence he was driuen their hearts of gall were full Full of despite breath'd on them by that beast That bellow'd horrour to the silly sheepe Whose bloud they sought to make their Enuies feast But he that gaue these silly ones to keepe To great Eliza gaue Eliza will And powre she suffer'd not the Wolues to kill Her lambes but sent her sauing heardsmen hence Sussex and Warwick who were their defence At whose aduent the Bull failde of his skill And failing fled An vgly sight to see A beast dismembred not by butchers knife The head amaz'd did flie the hornes too free Brake off The members do dispaire of life Head hastes to Scotland left the bulke behinde The body armes and legges were discombinde And suddenly captiu'de subdude or yelde Depriu'd of hope as men disarmde in fielde See now their errour led before as blinde Some of the trayne had iustly doome to dye Most did implore and got Elizaes grace And yet not one could reason iustifie As sit to liue of this rebellious race All vertues doe attend Elizaes trayne Valour and Mercy Iustice with these twayne Approue her absolute heroicke Queene No former worthy more diuine hath beene Nor won more honour neuer touch of stayne But how could Pius Pope excuse his spight In seeking true Elizaes life by sword How could he voyde iust sentence of his pride Her to depose by his ambitious word How could he cleare himselfe of subtilty Pretending to dispence with fealty Spight pride and fraude a trine aspect of hell Presaging ill euent out of that cell From whence proceedes nought but impiety This impius Bull of Pius baited thus Came led to London in false Feltons hand He tide the beast and left it furious At th' Bishops pallace in a leaden band The Bulheard left the game for others playe His seruice done dispaire egd him away The Bull grew meeker was with ease vntide The gamester gone the game was not reuide But left vnplaid vntill another day Francke gamester Felton laie aloofe awhile To heare and note successe of this fierce beast At last found out and brought from darke exile And sawe the game all done become a ieast Himselfe came forth to play his part on stage In publike view Pope Pius trustie Page He acted all as traytors vse to doe That after doome to execution goe Meane while the Bull was curbed of his rage The powers diuine that euer shelter make To shield Eliza from foule Enuies hand Stood vp and stopt the currant of this lake That threatn'd daunger to her selfe and land And leaues her not depriued of reueale Of all complots that would subuert her weale He Madders and Barlowes conspiracies Bewraide ere they brought forth their villanies They dide Iustice admitted no appeale My pensiue soule recomforted to see Elizaes freedome and her constant loue How Truth and Mercy in her linked bee And how her vertues her spred fame approue Cannot but lift in loue her worthy praise And laude his name who her for vs did raise And in her set Religion aptiuate Free for Religious to participate Iehouah's bountie in Elizaes dayes Iehouah's bountie and his loues defence Defendeth her and vs in her from foes Praise him he seekes no other recompence He heau'd her vp and we in her arose We did arise by tyrannie cast downe Shee shee our Moses lifted to the crowne Saw Corah Dathan and Abiram rise Rebellious troupes and sinke before her eies Dispaire them swallow at Elizaes frowne Confusion swallowes Rebels none can stand When they conspire in publique or conceald For who so takes a traytors taske in hand To worke Elizaes wrecke is soone reueald Their treasons seene whence is originall Sot Someruiles and that proud Parries gall That swore her death with resolution Couertly contriu'd by Romes elusion What issue came their owne infernall fall And yet was Parry by the Pope assurde His fact was worthy merit of heauens blisse What hellish vipers hath these Popes procurde To aime at her whose glorie makes them misse Her glory graced with Iehouahs grace Disgraceth them with her great glories face What could the fourteene great heroykes doe Whom eke the Pope to murder her did wooe Did they preuaile in that they had in chace Were they not found by high Iehouahs eye That winkes not at foule Enuies lifted fist He sees and swayes their foule malignitie And smites them downe within selfe Enuies list Yea though they do contriue their spight In fortaigne parts farre off they think from sight Iustice bewrayeth them where so they hide And selfe conceit leaues not them vndescride Themselues discouer in dispairing night Yea though they practise darknesse in the darke As diuellish witchcraft and the Magicke arts The diuel deceiues them and they misse the marke Yet he not his their play is of two parts They aime to hit high Ioues annointed Queene And misse he aimes at them his wiles vnseene And hits The Pope yet holiest of the rest Chiefe actor finding former shifts not blest He will haue execrable arts be seene And for his Nigromantiall practises Pickes out infernall instruments for fact As Prestall Phayer and their complices Hot-headed Story maister of the act This worke commenced darke deepe as hell Yet brought to light and lifted from that rell The diuel assured them Elizaes
do well no perill can befall No perill falles on them of true accord That do accord with Truth not gorgd with gall They gorgd vngorge and with the fume infect Elizaes Liege-men who againe reflect The same on those that truly loyall be And wrest the wils of many by degree To couer Treason which they should detect Who then beleeues these monsters come to saue Or can forgiue If they seduce from loue Though they haue titles as the Angels haue And be in show as is the Turtle Doue They are but spyes or Spiders to compact The webbe of mischiefe which some else must act In eighty eight the yeare of greatest hope Of Englands ouerthrow aduance of Pope The Spaniard hoped to be English backt But was kept backe Iehouah curbd his rage Reuerts his matter to another end He by his power his fury did asswage And his Armado did both breake and bend It brake by force it bended with desire To turne againe they saw it best retire Some did retire Against their wills some saw And felt Elizae forces and Ioues Law Who still inhabites wrongers to aspire Yet sure Romes Locusts had enuenomed Some gyddie heads hote weary of their weale And wonne them to consent but blindly led To their inchants and gaue their vowes for seale To ioyne their forces to Elizaes foes Yet would they haue Eliza to suppose These Romish witches to be tollerable In her Kingdomes indeed most execrable Couertly contriuing Elizaes woes Elizaes woes woe worth their trecheries Oh high Iehouah blinde their hatefull eyes Confound their wits driue them to extacies Daunt their desires draw them to obliquies And leaue them not till thou haue throwne them downe That ayme at thee and at Elizaes crowne At thee Iehouah to put out thy light At her Truthes prop the foe to dismall night Wherein they walke as deadly Wolues vnknowne Vnknowne to her her innocencie beares No dread of ill they yet creepe couertly Into mens hearts with counterfaited teares Perswade disswade coniure and hold it piety To wrest poore soules from true obedience Vnto Eliza vnder false pretence Of liberty and true religion When all their wiles tend to confusion Of Queene and Realme this Romes beneficence Woe worth these Wolues that dally with the sheepe As Cat with Mouse till they worke heards-man gone Eliza gone these Wolues will haue the keepe Of all the flocke in false suggestion Oh liue Eliza great Ioue let her liue And lead her swarme to thy all sacred hiue Where thy poore Bees may shelter haue from those That sucke truthes hony from theit harts with glosse That thy truthes life and light do fanckly giue Where loe they giue the fruite of poison'd tree That eaten please as honie doth the taste In first but second and in third degree Infects and killes though 't first a sweete repast But when digested and the Conscience Pertakes at full their confluence Then are the workings of this potion found Deadly deuouring and all parts confound These Vipers yet pretend great recompence They haue their recompence but farre from blisse No Traitors or Seducers can expect Reward aboue where sacred dutie is That yeeld no dutie to high Ioues elect Annointed here They blinded seeke to blinde And drawe from dutie bound do seeke to binde The silly soules that sue and seeke for light Their Duties loue they binde by their dispight And yet pretend they haue a sacred minde A sacrilegious minde for loe they steale Mens hearts and rob them of obedience They breede sedition in the publique weale And worke the weake to stand on Conscience Conscience must not perunt the silly flies Falne in their webbe to seeke the meanes to rise To ope their eyes to moue their foote or hand To shun their snares to heare or vnderstand They must not doubt or reason of their lies Oh silly soules bewitched with this crew Why will you follow their enchaunted wayes Wayle and vnwrap you of this deadly clew Wherein these Spiders do intrap their prayes Heare and beleeue truth will this snare vntye And set your Consciences at liberty And free you from these miscrean Cananites Infernall dogges that vomit out despights Against Messiahs truth and sanctity Come out from them ye captiu'd soules and flye Their deadly charmes and let Elizaes grace Preuaile with you and do no longer lye In that darke denne whence issues all that race That raunge the mountaynes of traditions Full they pretend of true deuotions Beleeue them not truth is not in their ken A mystie cloud hangs on them witched men Depriu'd of grace guides to seditions Ye see the fruites of all the Locusts sent From that proude beast that fits a God in show Haue they not drawne you to be discontent With your sweete liberty and loue you owe Haue they not wrought you to be obstinate To kicke against Eliza and her state Haue they not woode you to betray the land Wherein you liue wherein your comforts stand Do you not see their loues pretence is hate Hate them that hale you to that dismall way Loue her that lends you true protection Your selues detect these couert wolues bewray And bring to light these Locusts of infection That lurke with you and leaue their sting in you Come you to light learne truth and liue anew Liue as good subiects loue as Christians Imbrace the faithfull leaue these Miscreans And you shall see great blessings will ensue A Pensuiue soules delight Here is set forth Elizaes lenitie And Locust-Catholiques superbitie THe world throughou admires Elizaes loue Her mercy patience and great lenitie Her Princely vertues do at full approue Her sacred louing free from tyrannie Her hearts affections spring of clemencie Dispearse the Riuers of her flowing grace Throughout the vallies of true Duties soyle Her subiects dutifull she doth imbrace Her foes she fauours whom her lawes might spoyle Her sacred heart possessed with desire That all might liue and liuing loue expresse Doth show her mercy yet restraines her Ire In hope her loue might winne her foes redresse And spares their blood deseruing nothing lesse When Iustice wills and Pollicie findes fit The quicke dispatch and cutting off of those That ayme her ruine though they neuer hit Her lawes seuere are not seuere to foes Her Princely heart still bent to Amitie Aymes all her acts to quallifie the rage Of vndeserued foes by lenitie She doth forbeare them hoping to asswage Their hearts despight and to pull downe the stage Whereon they act their enuies stratagemes And that the prompter of their practises Might see the firmenesse of her diademes Not mou'd by weapons or by pollicies Yet he that steres the helme of Enmitie And would addresse his barke vnto her strand Linnes not to send his Pylots to espie What way he might securely make the land They sound mens hearts and heaue their enuies hand To hit the best but high Iehouah swayes Their hatefull powres and wythers their desires Elizaes watchmen winke not at their wayes But lets them runne on breathlesse in aspires But in midway when they are neare the marke Whereat they ayme vnseene they do surmise For all their soundings and deuises are in the darke The powres diuine do ope Elizaes eyes And she their soundings and deuises spies And well considers that her lenitie Workes not effects of reformation Of their attempts but their superbitie Increasing still their cursed faction They haue forgotten lawes inflictions Formerly imposde the rod now laide aside They thinke and feare not interdictions Lawes letter cannot countercheck their pride The sword put vp it must be erst redide The weather calme they thinke no storme can rise To beate them backe in their strong impudence Ambitious thoughts bemysteth so their eyes To see Elizaes grace they haue no sence They haue no sence or make no vse of eyes They may of both by both they wrong the state By plots and complots of conspiracies Peruerting subiects stirring them to hate Their owne sweete peace And then to perpetrate High treasons ougly spight and deadly Ire Against Eliza for a recompence Of her loues fauours where indeed their hire By lawe is death grace workes no penitence Penitence nay pride props vp their hope And hope to haue the glorie of a day Past feare they florish in pretence of scope Freely to worke they dreame of no say nay Their hearts of gall they deeme can haue no stay Till Peace consume in their infernall flame And Truth deuour'd in that combustion Till they confound their natiue countries name Faire Englands glory by sedition But loe while my sad Muse recounts the things I did bewayle the daungers imminent A happie herauld constituted brings And doth proclaime a sweete infraunchesment Of doubtfull thoughts the Locusts banishment My pensiue thoughts reuiued yeeldeth prayse For our Eliza whose diuine respects And whose true watch their enuies fruits bewraies Yeeld her regards great Ioue their true affects And driue their Droanes and Spiders from her hiue That sucke the hony and do feede with gall Her subiects hearts and loyall loue depriue High Ioue depriue their powre and sting withall Cut downe the tree let all the branches fall That spreade their venim to her preiudice Prolong her dayes and maltiply her ioyes In earth with peace and sacred benedice Be her pauilion shield her from annoyes FINIS 〈…〉 Nouem 1558.