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The seconde part of the Mirrour for magistrates conteining the falles of the infortunate princes of this lande, from the conquest of Cæsar, vnto the commyng of Duke William the Conquerour.
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Blenerhasset, Thomas.
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a burthen of mishappes All his delightes repentaunce doth dayly dothe pursue Nothing but death doth bryng hym peace and quiet rest Yet that which bringes hym blesse he most of all doth hate Which made Democritus with myrth to spende his dayes He laughing aye did mocke the madnesse of mankynde Whose loue is long to liue and feareth much to dye Death reaues vs from desease Death endes the feare of death When Midas did demaunde Silenus what was best For mortall man to wishe the Satyre thus did say Not to be borne if borne not long our liues to leade For life I most do lothe and death I least doo dread And how did Timon leade with sauage beastes his lyfe How did that Hermite poore his lothsome life detest Affirming with the wise Aurelius Emperour Thaâ— if a man shoulde make a true discourse of all The wretched woes he felt from birth to dying day The feeble fleshe would faynt to feele so sharpe a â—ight The hart would quake to heare Dame Fortunes sharpe assaults And I Cadwallader a king can make reporâ— That nothing may content the mind of mortall man The more my selfe did eate the hungryer ay I was The more I dranke the more thirst did me stil distresse The more I sâ—ept the more I sluggishe did remayne The more I rested me the more I wearyed was The more of wealth I had the more I dyd desire The more I still did seeke the lesse I aye did finde And to conclude I founde I neuer coulde obtayne The thing but in the ende it causde me to complayne My present good successe did threaten thrall to come And changing chaunce did still with sorowe me consume For which my royall robes my crowne I layd aside Meaning to proue by proofe the paynes of pouertye Which pouertie I felt all ryches to exceede It beareth much more blesse then hygh and courtly state Codrus and Irus poore for wealth did farre surpasse Midas and Craesus king for wealth who did surpasse And I amongst my mates the Romishe Fryers felt More ioye and lesse anoye then erst in Britaine braue For there I doubted still the Saxons subtile sleyghtes I feared there the fall from royall regall seat But here at Rome I liude not fearing force of foe I had for myne estate what I coulde wish or craue And this I there did finde they of the Cleargye be Of all the men that liue the leste in misery For all men liue in care they carelesse do remayne Lâ—ke buzzing Drones they eate the hony of the Bee They â—nely doo excel for fine felicitie The kiâ—â— must wage his warres he hath no quiet day The noble man must rule with care the common weale The Countreyman must toyle to tyll the barren soyle With care the Marchant man the surging seas must sayle With trickling droppes of sweat the haÌ„dcrafâ—es man doth thriue With hand as harde as bourde the woorkeman eates his bread The souldiour in the fielde with paine doth get his pay The seruing man must serue and crouch with cap and knee The Lawier he must pleade and trudge from bentch to barre Who Phisicke doth professe he is not voyde of care But Churchmen they be blest they turne a leafe or two They sometime sing a Psalme and for the people pray For which they honour haue and sit in highest place What can they wishe or seeke that is not hard at hande They labour not at al they knowe no kinde of payne No daunger dooth with dreade their happy liues distresse Ceasse you therefore to muse what madnesse made me leaue The Courte and courtly pompe of wearing royal crowne No madnesse did that deede but wisedome wisht it so I gaynd thereby the blesse which fewe before me felt I niene yeares led my life and neuer felt annoy And certaynely if nowe I might be king agayne Refusing all that pompe I woulde become a priest A Deacon or a Deaâ—e Prebende or Minister For these men leade their liues with liuings two or three Some haue their substitutes in Uniuersities Some leade the brauest liues that any man may haue They feede vppon the fleece they force not of the flocke Three houres in the yere with beastly bosomde stuffe They spend and that is all that lawe of them requires Muse not though many thrust and shoulder for degrees For happy man is he who hath a Preachers fees But let me nowe returne vnto my Romishe route Who fed like Bacon fat did nought but play and pray With whom for niene yeares space when I my life had led I songe my Requiem and payde the earth her fee. Then in Saint Peters Church at Rome they did me lay Booted and spurd euen as you see me here this day So now you haue the whole of all my Tragedye Of Brutus bloode the last I â—ude that rulde as king My Britaines driuen to Wales they Welchmen then were calde And I at Rome their king a mumbling Monke instald The Saxons had the day for which they longed long They England calde the Ile of Brute which tooke her name Some men be borne to blisse and some to hatefull happe Who would haue thought that I in warre a raging kyng Should by the force of Fate at Rome haue dide a Monke Let al the worlde then know that nothing is so sure That can affoorde and say I thus wyl aye indure For that which seemeth best is soonest brought to naught Which playnely doth appeare by that which I haue taught The worthiest in the worlde princes philosophers Will teach that I haue taught and proue it passing playne Paulus Aemiâ—ius did dye but wretchedly And was not Scipio euen to his dying day Constraynde to helpe his neeede the painfull plowe to plye Caesar and Silla both did not they tast the whyppe And made not Hannibal a miserable ende And how was Socrates before his tyme destroyed And Anaxagoras inprisoned long with paine For cruel beastly coyne diuine Plato was soulde And Aristotle sent to exile where he dyde And so was Solon sage and that Licurgus wise And many more which here I could at large repeat But let these fewe suffice to teach for certaine truth That al the men that liue are subiectes al to ruth And seeing so it is then let them learne the meane That if the barke do breake they safe may swimme to lande The Induction The greate desire quoth Inquisition whiche we haue had to heare this man hath made vs to ouerpasse king Arthur and Cariticus the one no lesse famous for his noble actes then the other for his vices and wretchednes infamous Yea said Memory so haue we forgot two or three other whose examples would haue been goodly lanternes to lighten wandryng pylgrimes But it is not much amisse for of Arthur there be whole volumes and of the rest ther be the like ensamples both in Bochas and Baldwin let vs therefore passe them ouer and speake somwhat of some of the Saxons for seeing they were made of fleshe and
death did bring Where Rancor rules where hatreds heate is hot The hurtelesâ—e men with trouble be turmoylde Where Malice may send foorth her Cannon shot There might is right there reasons rules are foylde For ruâ—hful Rancor euermore hath boylde With griping griefe her smuldring smokes of spite Woulde gladly choke al iustice lawe and right So might not right did thrust me to the Throne I syxteene yeeres did weare the royal Crowne In al which time with griefe I aye did grone As on who felt the fal from high renowne My Noble men deuisde to thrust me downe In al this time and many did protest I layde the king in his vntimely Chest. At last my foes my friendes were made and I Had quiet peace and liude a happy king Yea God who rules the haughtie heauen a hygh Inricht my realme with foysen of eche thing Aboundant store did make my people syng As they of yore were prest with penury So nowe they hate their great fertilitie My people had of Corne and Oyle such store That Countrey men of tyllage left the toyle The riche man fed no better then the poore For all did reape the fatnesse of the soyle No man for meate nor mony then did toyle But al reioyce with ioyful Iubily And al were soust with sinful Gluttony As cloudes dissolude fayre Phebus dooth deface So plague my plenty dimd with darke disease â–ª For whilste my realme in ryot ran her race They playde not prayed and did their God displease For which they drownde in sorrowes surging seas Lyke rotten sheepe by thousands dide so thicke The deade coulde not be buried by the quicke When thus the plague my people did oppresse That fewe were left alyue within my lande The Scots and Pictes with speede they them addrest Knowing their time they raysde a mightie bande They knewe right soone howe here my state did stande And to reuenge the wrong that earst I wrought They ment to bring both me and myne to nought See howe abuse breedes blake and bitter bale Misuse dooth make of plenty lothsome lacke Amidst his blesse with wo it makes man wale Onely abuse dooth woorke mans wretched wracke Amidst my ioyes from ioye it beate me backe For I and myne misusde our present blesse Which brought both me and mine to wretchednesse We first misusde our present pleasaunt plentie For which we whipt in thrall with scourges three Had Pestilence which made my kingdome emptie It did destroy my men of eche degree Then faynting Faâ—ine playde her Tragedy Bellona then that â—eastly bloudy Queene Did blowe her Trumpe to dashe my courage cleene When sickenesse had consumde my subiectes quite The Pictes with pride did hast to spoyle my lande I had no men nor meanes with them to fight For which I sent and did obtayne a bande Of Saxons such as did the Scots withstande Whose helpe that I when neede requirde might haue I gaue them Kent a countrey passing braue These Saxons were a crewe of warrelike wightes They liude by spoyle and had no byding place They were of truth a troupe of Martial knyghtes Which serude for pay where Mars extolde his Mace. Saxons in deede they were of royal race They Angli highe a stocke of woorthy fame Of them this realme of Englande tooke her name These Angli brought the Britaynes to the bay We Welchemen cald to Wales they did vs driue They brought syxe sortes of Saxons to decay And got the Goale for which they long did striue Of other stockes they left not one alyue They al this realme did plant with Angli then And termde themselues of Angli Englishmen But howe they brought this enterprise about Marke well the sequel which I shal recite Hengestus he the Chieftayne of the route A suttle Sir an vndermiming wight To feede my vaynes he tooke a great delight His craftie heade did deeme it the best way With pleasant baytes to make my Crowne his pray He me his king inuited to a feast A feast in fayth which forst my final fall Where Cupides curse constraynde me like a beast From Pallas prince to geue the golden Ball. For Venus vantes to Helline threwe me thrall Whose heauenly hewe whose beautie freshe and fayre Was burnishte bright like Phoebus in the ayre I being set at Bacchus banqueting His daughter deckt with Natures Tapistrie And trimly trickte with euery other thing Which might delight a louers fantasie Why shoulde mans mynde to loue thus subiect be I had a wyfe a passing princely peece Which farre did passe that gallant Gyrle of Greece Yet from my wyfe the woorthiest wench aliue My fancies fell I lothde her louely bed Howe I Hengestus daughter might achieue Was al my care I did this Damsel wed My wife diuorste I had her in the steede Her louely lookes her pretie pleasant cheare Made me esteeme her onely loue most deare I wore the crowne her wyl dyd rule the rest And her demaunde I neuer did deny What she alowd I did esteeme that best Which when her Father Hengest did espye He had the pray for which he long did prye He made his hay whilst weather fayer was And by her meanes he brought it thus to passe That Bryttaynes we with toyle shoulde till the ground They Saxons woulde defende our wealth with warre Which graunted once they did inhabtie rownde About my realme and might both make and marre New Saxons in my realme aryued were By meanes whereof my Brittaynes did suspect The Saxons slayghtes and did their deedes detect Then they good men to me their king complaind These men quoth they from vs our realme wil winne Except they from our frontiers be refraind Which when they told my wife she was within O Husband deare they be saide she my kin Ceasse of thy force thy faithful dreads to feare They meane no hurt by Ioue the iust I sweare So I esteemed not my subiectes health That I might still my ladies loue enioye They vewde me carelesse of my common wealth To saue themselues they ment me to annoy My ne eldest sonne a proper prety boy They made their kyng and me for my desert They did depriue with paine which pincht my heart Then Vortiger my sonne and kyng pursude The Saxons sore and dyd amaze then much For which my wyfe his mother lawe indude With diuelish spite agaynst the youth did grutche She him destroyde her good successe was such When he seuen yeares had raygnde with great renowne With poyson she depriude him of his crowne I to obtaine the seate from whence I fel With sacred oth I solemnly did sweare To ende the woorke which was begonne so wel And to subdue the Saxons euery where The Britaine 's to my kingly crowne did reare Me quickely then I at the fyrst by might Defaste my foes in euery fray and fyght Then lothsome Lucke did turne her whurling wheele â–ª With treason trust intrapte did me betray Hateful Mishappe she had me by the heele And clapte me close in dungeon of Decay