him soone from Lordly state into a kitching drudge And so accesse had he good Prince Her purpose to bewray But still faire Maudlins answere was she husbandlesse would stay Mean while her Gardiant beat his braines Her dukedome to atchiue Nor caring wat became of her so he by her might thriue And so resoluing that she should Unto some peasant wed And Raymond then supposâ—d a drudge should stand him in that stead But Maudlin marking his intent Unkindly takes that he Should bar the noblest match from her thus for a base degree The Lady shifting cut of dorâ—â— Departed thence by stealth Then thus with basenes for a match that might haue liu'd in wâ—alth When Raymond heard of her escape With sad and grieâ—eâ— heart He left the pallace of the Dukâ— and after did depart Forgetfull of himselfe and birth His country friends and all And minding onely her to seeke that thus had prouâ—d his thrall Nor meanes he after to frequent The court of stately townes But liu'd with pinchings cares and griefe among the country grounds A brace of yeares vpon that plaine Neere Salisburie that lies In great content with feeding flockeâ— a sheepeheards life he tries In hope his loue thereby to wast But then began againe Withâ—â— his heart a second loue the worser of the twaine A country wench a Neatheards maid Where Raymond kept his sheepe Did feed her droue with whom this prince in loue was wounded deepe Where sitting on the downy plaine And hauing small to do These sheepeheards there in friendly sort thus plainely gan to woe I know faire maid quoth Raymond then And thou aswell as I No maid there is that willingly with maidenhead would dye The Ploughmans labour hath no end And he will churlish proue The tradesman hath more woâ—ke inhand then doth belong to loue The Merchant venturing abroud Suspects his wife at home A youth will still the wanton play an old man proue a mome Then choose a sheepeheard honny girle Whose life is merriest still For merrily he spends his daies thus on the faire gréene hill And then at night when day is done Goes home from thence betime And in the fier turnes a craâ— and sings some merry rime Nor lackes he tales whiles round about The nut-drowne bowle doth trot And sitteth singing care away till he to bed be got There sléepes he soundly all the night Forgetting morrowes cares Nor feares the blasting of his corne nor vttering of his wares And this I know full well faire Lasse More quiet nights and daies The shéepeheard sléepes and wakes then he whose cattle he doth graze A King I see is but a man And so swéet Lasse am I Content is worth a Monarchy and mischiefes shoot ful hye As late it did vnto a Duke Not dwelling far from hence Who had a daughter saue thy selfe on earth the fairest wench With that good soule he stayd and sight Speake on quoth she and tell How faire she was and who she was that thus did heare the bell She was quoth he of stately grace Of countenance most faire No maid aliue for beauties prize may well with her compare A Globe-like head a golden hayre A forehead smooth and hie A seemely nose on either side did shine a graish eie Two rosie cheekes and ruddy lips White Iuory teeth within A mouth in meane and vnderneath a round and dimpled chin A snow-white necke with blewish vaines To make her seeme more faire Yea all her body framd so fine that earth had none more rare For life for loue for forme and face None fairer was then she And none but only she alone so faire a maid could be I knew the Lady well quoth she But worthlesse of such praise But credit we no sheepheard thou thy speeches so be wraies With that he wept and she was woe And both did silence keepe And equally perplext in loue they sate them downe to weepe In sooth quoth he I am not such As sâ—eming I professe To be a princes sonne by birth my liking shewes no lesse In Scotland is my fathers court And Raymond is my name With Cornewals duke I liu'd in pomp till loue controld the same And did this Lady dearely loue Though she not loued me But all that loue is wasted quite and now I die for thée I grant quoth she you lou'd her well If that your loue were such Yet thinke of me your second loue in loue to be as much Your twice beloued Maudlin heere Submits herselfe to thée And what she could not at the first the second time shall be In fortune not in person chang'd For I am still the same In heart and mind as chast and true as first to me you came Thus swéetly surfetting in ioy They tenderly imbrace And for their wished wedding day found fitting time and place And so these louely princes both Each other did befriend Where after many a hard mishap there loues had ioyfull end FINIS A Song of the deposing of King Richard the second and how after many miseries hee was murthered in Pomphret Castle To the tune of regard my sorrowes WHen Richard the second in England was King And raigned with honor state Sixe vncles he had his Grandfathers sons King Edwards that ruled of late All Counsellors noble and sage yet would he not heare their precepts deare So wilfull he was in this his young age A sort of braue gallants he kept in his court That traind him to wanton delight Which parasites pleased him better in mind then all his best Nobles and Knights Ambition and auarice grew so great in this land that still from his hand A masse of rich treasure his parasites drew His péeres and his barons dishonored were And vpstarts thus mounted on hie His commons sore taxed his cities opprest good subiects were nothing set by And what to his Coffers did come he wantonly spent to please with content His flattering vpstarts stil sporting at home When thus vnto ruine this kingdom began To fall from the highest estate The Nobles of England their Princes amisse by parliament soone did rebate And likewise those flatterers all they banisht the court that made but a sport To sée this so famous a Kingdome to fall But after these galltaÌ„s disgraded were thus King Richard himselfe was put downe And Bullenbrooke Lankasters noble borne Duke by pollicie purchast his crowne Thus ciuill warres héere begun that could haue no end by foe nor by friend Till 7. kings raignes with their liues were out run But Richard the breeder of all these same broyles In prison was wofully cast Where long he complained in sorrowful sort of Kingly authority past No Lords nor no subiects bad he no glory no state that earely and late Upon him attending had wont for to be His robes were conuerted to garments so old That beggers would hardly them weare His dyet no comfort at all to him brought for he fed vpon sorrow and care And from prison to prison was sent
troopes Ore-match vs thus by might That comes with fearefull cowardice with vs thiâ— day to fight Shall Tudor from Plantaginet Win thus the crowne away No Richards noble wind foretells that ours will be the day For Golden crownes we brauely fight And gold shall be their gaine In great abundance giuen to them that liues this day vnslaine These words being spoke the battles ioynd Where blowes they brauely change And Richmond like a Lyon bold performed wonders strange And made such slaughters through the camp Till he King Richard spiâ—s Who fighting long together there at last the Tyrant dyes Thus ended Englands wofull Warre Usurping Richard dead King Henry faire Elizabeth in princely sort did wed For he was then made Englands King And she his crowned Quéene So twixt these houses long at strife a vnity was séene FINIS A Lamentable Song of Lady Elinor daughter to the Duke of Buckingham who dyed for loue of one Captaine Ienkenson that had been a Prentise of London who went to the siege of Ierusalem with Edward the first then King of England To the tune of Rogero IN England liued once a Duke That had a daughter braue To whom his Dukedome and estate he from all others gaue And dying left faire Elinor To be his onely heire Whâ—se minde vpon a Captaines loue was setled deepe and deare This Captaine gallant Ienkenson By name then called so In prison lay for want of meanes and money he did owe. But loue so deare assailed her That she must loue or dye And none but onely he aliue within her heart did lie So watching fit conuenient time She to the prison went And vnderneath his window then full many a teare she spent But entring in her eyes beheld The image of her heart To whom her loue and liking soone She friendly did impart And hauing made her purpose knowne My dearest friend quoth she I haue tane order for thy debts and here I set thee free With all my land my loue and life And whatsoere is mine Take all and giue me liberty that here haue caused thine No sooner was he got at large And wealth relieu'd his woe But thence vnto Ierusalem did Englands Edward goe With whom this Captaine Ienkenson Was nobly entertainde And so vnkindly went from her as one whom he disdaind Which when she heard she tore her hayre And cast her on the ground And being ouerprest with griefe she fell into a sownd But afterward recouering sence This Letter she did write And sent it after him to read as héere I will recite FINIS The Letter To the same tune WHat faults of mine haue caused this My dearest friend tell me If I haue been the meanes thereof then mournfull may I be My loue thou knowest deare Ienkenson Full many a Lord hath sought Yet all haue mist saue thou alone and thou setst me at naught If thy deâ—â—res be so to warres Then warre sweet loue with me For Cupids gallant soldiers still the sweetest warriers be With thée I le liue with thee I le dye With thée I le loose or gaine Returne sweet loue for in thy life Consists the liues of twaine Most wisely valiant are those men That backe their armed steeds In Courtly tilts in time of peace to breake their staues like reeds Where not the dint of wounding swords But some deuice of loue They may their manhoods courteously before their Ladies prooue Where Ladies doffe their louers helmes And kisse where Beauers hid And parley vnder Canopies how well or ill they did Retire therefore retire sweetheart Where if thou wilt be armd Come fight vpon my bosome heere and so escape vnharmd But now me thinkes I see thy lookes Quite changed in thy face Me thinkes thy comlinesse and gate hath lost their wonted grace Me thinkes I see thy manly limbes With Armors burthen lame And warlike weapons wounding deepe thy noble bosome maime I see thee faint with Summers heate And droope with winters cold I see thee not as late thou wast for young thou art growne olde And sorrow greatly for to know What now I would not see Thy dearest Lady thus in vaine to plead for loue to thee Thus when my griefes my sighes teares Shall come vnto thy view Then wilt thou find by these my paines my loue is deare and true But these my words thou carst not for I sée thou art vnkind Yet here to ease my dying heart in letters take my minde Captaine Ienkinsons Answere I haue perusd I know not what forsooth thy scroule of loue In hope by these thy flattering lines My setled minde to moue But I disdaine to talke of loue much lesse in loue to be For martiall druins and warlike stéeds more better pleaseth me The Bées that sweetest hony beares haue likwise smarting stings And thou no whit dost want a bait that to repentance brings Content thee therefore Elinor thou temperst loue by art Although it come vnto mine eyes it shall not touch my heart When sea shal flame when Sun shal fréeâ—e and mortall men shall die And riuers ouerflow their bankes in loue will then be I. When these shall be and I not be then may I chance to loue And then the strangest change you le see that I a louer proue Let beauers hide not kisses hurt my lippes for lippes vnfit Let wounded limbes not silken loues on top of honour sit I scorne a Souldier that should stoope to please a louers mind That fights for Fame in fields of blood should alter thus from kind Yet some there be whose maiden hayres no sooner buds on chin But they to loue our Ladies faire doe wantonly begin And wins them soone who would be won and being won with speed They gained haue a crop of corne that scarce is worth the seed These loue in sport but leaue in spight as I haue found it true And being thus so easily won are changed for a new But kindnesse must haue kindâ—st vse though kind be hardly one Their kindnesse then I must refuse because I will haue none And strange it were a Souldier I should loue this English maid The wonders seuen should then be eight could loue me so perswade But loue er hate fare ill or well I thus conclude my minde My welcome when I come to thée Shall surely proue vnkinde This Answer brought to Elinor such inward sorrow bred That she in reading of these lines poore Lady fell downe dead Where her deare loue and gentle life Had both together end And as we may suppose in death her soule did liue his friend For she by Will did him bequeath Her substance and estate Thus loue bâ—ing grounded in the heart can neuer turne to hate Her wealth her meanes and all she had This Captaine did possesse Which brought vnto his grieued soule much woe and wretchednesse For comming from Ierusalem And entring on the same To view what wealth the Lady left he to her Chamber came Where as the Ladies picture hung With which he
breake We spread a heape of sand vpon the ground Whereby those bloody tyrants out we found For with a staffe without the helpe of hand She writ thâ—se words vpon that plot of sand The lustfull sonnes of the pâ—ouâ— Empresse Are doers of this hatefull wickednesse I tare the miâ—ke-white haires from off my head I curst the houre wherein I first was â—red I wisht my hand that fought for countries â—ame In cradles rockt had first been strokeâ— lame The Moore delighting still in villany Did say to set my sonnes from prison free I should vnto the King my right hand giue And then my 〈◊〉 prisoned sonnes should liue The Moore I caused to strike it off with speede Whereat I greeued not to see it bleed But for my sonnes 〈◊〉 wiâ—â—ingly impart And for their ransome send my bleeding heart But as my life did linger thus in paine They sent to me my bloodlesse hand againe And therewithall the heads of my two sonnes Which fild my dying heart with fresher moanes Then past reliefe I vp and downe did go And with my teares writ in the dust my â—o I shot my arrowes towards heauen high And for reuenge to hell did sometimes cry The Empresse then thinking I was mad Like Furies she and both her sonnes were clad She namde reuenge and rape and murder they To vndermine and know what I would say I fed their foolish vaines a certaine space Untill my friends and I did finde a place Where both her sonnes vnto a post were bound Where iust reuenge in cruell sort was found I cut their throats my daughter helde the pan Bâ—twixt her stumps wherein their blood then ran And then I ground their bones to powder small And made a paste for pies straight therewithall Then with their flesh I made two mighty pies And at a banquet serude in stately wise Before the Empresse set this loathsome meat So of her sonnes owne flesh she well did eate My selfe bereaude my daughter then of life The Empresse then I slâ—w with bloody knife I stabde the Emperour immediately And then my selfe euen so did Titus dye Then this reuenge against the Moore was found Aliue they set him halfe into the ground Whereas he stood vntill such time he sterude And so God send all murtherers may be serude The end of the first Part. The Second Part of the Golden Garland The Shepheards resolution To the tune of the yong mans opinion SHall I wasting in despaire Dye because a womans faire Shall my cheeks looke pale with care Cause anothers Rosie are Be she fairer then the Day Or the flowry Meads in May Yet if she thinke not well of me What care I how faire she be Shall a Womans goodnesse mooue Me to perish for her loue Or her worthy merits knowne Make me quite forget mine owne Be she with that goodnesse blest As may merit name of best Yet if she be not such to me What care I how faire she be Be she good or kinde or faire I will neuer more despaire If she loue me this beleeue I will die ere she shall grieue If she fright me when I woe I will scorne and let her go Yet if she be not fit for me What care I for whom she be Shall a woman truely wise Draw amazement from mine eyes Wondring that from such a Creature Wisedome thus should come by nature And comprehend the best of things That from the well of Wisedome springs Yet if she be not such to me What care I how wise she be Shall I cast affection downe Because I see a woman browne Shall beauties changeling kill desire Or loathing quench out fancies fire Be she browne or blacke or foule or fronted like a broad eyde Owle Yet if she be not such to me What care I how foule she be Shall my heart with sorrow burst Because I sée a woman curst Or shall I grieue when I behold The picture of a pure scolde Be her tongue so truely euill That well might tire the very Deuill Yet if she be not such to me What care I how curst she be Shall a Womans tempting smile Accuse her for a Crocadile Or shall I trust a Wantons eyes That most dissembles when she cryes Be women made of euill wholly To draw us men to wanton fully Yet if they be not such to me What care I how ill they be Shall womens all-affecting feâ—tures Make me iudge them Angell creatures Shall I thinke them come from heauen To be an earthly blessing giuen Be good or bad or what you please The lesse we need them most at ease Be what they will if not for me I care not then what women be FINIS The Shepheards Pipe SLéep wayward thoughts rest you with my loue Let not my loue be with my loue dâ—â—â—sde â—ouch not proude hands lest you her anger mooue But pine you with my longings lang displeasde thus while she sléepes I sorrow for her sake so sléepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake But O the fate of these my restlesse feares The hidden anguish of my flesh desires The glories and the beauties that appeares Betwéene her browes néere Cupids closed â—ires thus while she sléepes moues sighing for thy sake so sléepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake My loue doth rage and yet my loue doth rest Feare in my loue and yet my loue secure Peace in my loue and yet my loue opprest Impatient yet of perfect temperature Sleepe dainty loue while I sigh for thy sake so sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake FINIS Coridons farewell to Phillis FArewell deare loue since thou will needs begon Mine eyes do shew my life is almost done nay I will neuer die so long as I can spye there be many moe though that she do go There be many moe I feare not Why then let her go I care not Farewell farewell since this I find is true I will not spend more time in wooing you but I will seek elsewhere if I may find loue them shall I bid her goe what and if I doe Shall I bid her go and spare not O no no no no no I dare not Ten thousand times farewell yet stay a while Sweet kisse we once sweet kisses time beguile I haue no power to moue how now am I in loue wilt thou needes be gone go then all is one Wilt thou â—eedes be gone Oh high thee Nay stay and do no more deny me Once more adieu I see loath to depart Bids oft adue to her that holds my heart but seeing I must loose thy loue which I did choose go thy wâ—y for me since that may not be Go thy wayes for me but whether Go oh but where I may come thither What shall I do my loue is now departed She is as faire as she is cruell hearted we would not be intreated with prayers oft repeated If she come no more shall I dye therefore If she come no more what care I Faith let her go or
Is vncouth made by losse of this inestimable treasure That beauty that made her excell made that seem heauen that now seemes hell Aye me aye me c. We rt that the force of men deâ—ainde my fairest Phillis from me Or Iron barres or bolts or locks she might not looke vpon me Then might I hope to re-obtaine her presence but all hope is vaine Aye me aye me c. Oh why should mens desires like hounds pursue this vaine worlds pleasure And count them happy in nought else but in this vaine worlds treasure Seeing to day we mount in Mirth and fall to morrow in the earth Aye me aye me c. Finis The Maidens complaint To the tune I can nor will no longer lie alone CAn any tell me what I aile I am growne so sick so weak so pale I to that plight alas am growne that I can nor will no longer lie alone Was euer maidens cafe like mine thus of fifteen yeres of age to pine Were I the iudge I am sure there is none that should any longer lie alone When it is day I wish for night and when it is darke for light againe Thus all the night long to tosse to gâ—â—ne for that I can no longer lie alone If dreames be true then iudge I can all that I want is but a man Only for one I make this moane for that I can no longer lie alone To woe him first ashamde am I but if he aske I will not deny Such is my case I must haue one for that I can no longer lie alone Yet shall this be my prayer still for one that may giue me my fill For I care not how soone it be knowne that I can nor will no longer lie alone For all my wishings Ile haue none but him I loue and I loue but one And if he loue not me then will I haue none but euer till I dye I le lie alone Finis The inconstancy of the World WHat if a day a moneth or a yeere Crown thy desires with a thousand wisht contentings Cannot the chance of an night or an houre Crosse thy delights with as many sad tormentings Fortune in their fairest birth Are but blossomes dying Wanton pleasures doating mirth Are but shadowes flying All our ioyes are but toyes Idle thoughts deceiuing None hath power of an hour In our liues bereauing What if a smile or a beck or â— looke Feed my fond thoughts with as many sweet conceiuing May not that smile or that beck or that look Tell thee as well they are but vaine deceiuing Why shoâ—ld beauty be so proude In things of no surmounting All her wealth is but a shroude Of a rich accounting Then in this repose no blisse Which is vaine and idle Beauties flowers haue their houres Time doth hold the bridle What if the world with alures of his wealth Raise thy degrée to a place of high aduancing May not the world by a check of that wealth Put thee again to as low despised chaâ—â—ing Whilst the Sun of wealth doth shine Thou shalt haue friends plenty But come want they then repent Not one abides of twenty Wealth and friends holde and ends As your fortunes rise and fâ—ll Up and downe rise and frowne Certaine is no state at all What if a griefe or a straine or a fit Pinch thée with pain or the féeling â—angs of sicknes Doth not that gripâ— or that straine or that fit Shew thee the forme of thy own true perfect likenes Health is but a glimpse of ioy Subiect to all changes Mirth is but a silly toy Which mishap estranges Tell me then silly man Why art thou so weake of wit As to be in ieopardy When thou maist in quiet sit Then if all this haue declard thine amisse Take it from me as a gentle friendly warning If thou refuse and good counsell abuse Thou maist hereafter dearely buy thy learning All is hazard that we haue There is nothing hiding Daies of pleasure are like streames Through the meddowes gliding Wealth or wo time doth geâ— There is no returning Secret fates guide our stateâ— Both in mirth and mourning FINIS Loues Constancy SInce Arâ— I saw thy face I resolue to honour and renowne yee If now I be disdaind I wiâ—h my heart had neuer knowne 〈◊〉 What I that loude and you that likt shall we begin to wrangle No no no no my heart is fixt and cannot now intangle If I admirdâ— or praisd you too much that fault you may forgiue me Or if my hand had strayed to touch then iustly might you leaue me I askt you leaue you bad me loue i st now a time to chide me No no no no I le loue you still what fortune ere betide me The Sun whose beames most glorious are reiecteth no beholder â—nd your sweet beauty past compare made my poore eyes the holder Where beauty moues and wit delights and signes of kindnes binds me There O there where ere I go I le leaue my heart behinde me FINIS Coridons dolefull knell To the tune of Ding dong MY Phillida a due Loue And euermore farewell I must go seeke a new Loue Yet I will ring her knell Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillida is dead I le sticke a branch of Willowes At my faire Phillis head Our bridall bed was made But my faire Phillida In steed of silken shade She now lies wrapt in clay Ding dong c. Her corps shall be attended With nimphes in rich array Till obsequies beâ—ended And my loue wrapt in clay Ding dong c. Her hearse it shall be carryed With them that doe excell And when that she is buried Thus will I ring her knell Ding dong c. â—le decke her tombe with flowers The rarest that ere was seene And with my teares as sheweâ—â— I le keepe them fresh and greene Ding dong c. In stead of fairest colours Set forth by curious art Her picture shall be painted In my distressed heart Ding dong c. And euer shal be written And after shall be said 〈◊〉 louâ— is not forgotten Though Phillida be dead Ding dong c. In sable will I mourne The blacke shall be my weeâ—e Aye me I heare some talke That Phillida is dead Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillida is dead c. A garland shall be framed By art and natures skill With sundry coloured flowers In token of good will Ding dong c. With sâ—ndry coloured Ribâ—ands As much I will bestow They should be blacke and yellow In token of good will Ding dong c. True louers be not scanting With â—eares to make me mone Since Philida is wanting And all my ioyes are gone Ding dong c. She was my louely true loue My heart can witnesse well Wherefore in signe I loue her Once more I le ring her knell Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillada is dead I le sticke a branch of Wâ—llowes At my faire Phillis head FINIS Coridons Resolution THere is a Lady sweet and kinde Was neuer face so pleasâ—e my minde â— did but see her passing by And yet I loue her till I die â—er iesture motion and her smiles â—er wit her voyce my heart beguiles Beguiles my heart I know not why â—nd yet I loue her till I dye â—ow I her fast betwixt mine armes â—udge you that thinke such sports were harmes â—ert any harme no fie fie For I will loue her till I die â—hould I remaine confined there â—o long as Phoebus in his sphere â— to request she to deny â—et would I loue her till I die â—upid is winged and doth range â—er countrey so my loue doth change But change she earth or change she skye â—et will I loue her till I die FINIS The Shepheards Dialogue of loue betweene Willy anâ— Cuddy To the tune of Maying time Willy HOw now shepheard what meanes that Why wearst thou willow in thy hee Why are thy Scarfes of red and yellow Turnde to branches of greene willow Cuddy They are changde and so am I Sorrow liues but pleasure dyes She hath now forsaken me Which makes me weare the Willow tree Will. What that Phillis loude thee long Is that the Lasse hath done thee wrong She that loude thee long and best Is her loue turned to a Iest. Cudd. She that loued me long and best 〈◊〉 me set my heart at rest 〈◊〉 she a new Loue loues not me â—hat makes me weare the Willow tree Will. Come then shepheard let vs ioyne Since thy hap is like to mine For the wight I thoughâ— most true Now hath changde me foâ— a new Cudd Well then since thy hap is so Take no â—aâ—e but let hâ—â— goâ— â—hy hard hap doth minâ— appease â—â—mpany doth sorrowes ease Will. Then I will forget her loue â—ince wantonly she false will proue 〈◊〉 for her sake bid all adue 〈◊〉 seldome women do proue true 〈◊〉 for her sake I le sit and piâ—e 〈◊〉 she was once a Loue of mine â—hich shall nere forgotten be â—â—ough I weare the Willow tree 〈◊〉 Heards man be aduised by me â—ast of griefe and Willow tree â—or thy greefe breeds her content 〈◊〉 is pleasde if thou lament 〈◊〉 Then I will be rulde by thee â—here lies griefe and Willow tree 〈◊〉 â—â—rth I will do as they 〈…〉 a new 〈◊〉 euery day A Table 〈…〉 â— Queene Elizabethâ— couragâ— against the Spaniâ—â— eighty eight 7 How two English Princeâ— became Shepheards Salisbury Plaine 8 The life and death of Richard the second 9 Of Charles Brandon who maried Henry the eightâ— 10 Of King Richard the third 11 Of the Lady Elinor and Captaine Ieâ—kenâ—on 12 King Edwards wooing 13 Two Princes murdered in the Tower 14 A penny worth of wit 15 Tâ—tuâ— Andronicus The Songâ— in the second Part. 1 What care I now faire she be 2 Sleepe wayward thoughts â— Farewell deare loue 〈…〉 Weaue 〈◊〉
fell in loue And so the shaddow wrought the thing the substance could not moue Her courtesie and his despight He calleth then to minde And of her beauty being dead a sodaine change did finde Remembring then his low degree And reckoning her desert He could not thinke but that he â—ore in loue too proud a heart Now loue qd â—he though breathlesse she Doth such a fâ—ame contriue The which shall soone consume me quite for I doe burne aliue Alas then did he pause in teares Oh take it from mine eye This picture hath procurde my death and for the same must dye For she that was the owner liuâ—e And dyed a louer true Whose Ghost at parting could not choose but say sweet loue adue Adue indeed kind gentle Dame For lacke of loue that dyed And left off liuing in that eye her of my loue denied Thus by her picture prickt with loue He felt continuall woe And bearing it still in his hand he to her graue did goe Where sitting on the same he said He loues the shadow now Whose heart vnto the substance late would rather breake then bow Oh gods I grant for this contempt I must indure your doome And sacrifice mine owne false heart vpon my true loues tombe Whose onely beauty worthy was To match without a dower Yet she in vaine did beg my loue full many a weary houre And hauing spoke these mournefull words A Tragedy to make His dagger from his side in hast he desperately did take And to his heart he strooke the same With all his manly force And so vpon his true loues graue was made a liuelesse coarse Finis A Courtly new Song of the Princely wooing of the faire Maide of London by K. Edward To the tune of Bâ—nny sweet Robin FAire Angell of England thy beauty so bright Is all my hearts treasure my ioy and delight Then grant me sweet Lady thy true loue to be That I may say welcome good fortune to me The Turtle so pure and chaste in her loue By gentle perswasions her fancy will moue Then â—e not intreated sweet Lady in vaine For nature requireth what I would obtaine What Phenix so famous that liueth alone Is vowed to chastity being but one But be not my Darling so chaâ—â— in desire Lest thou like the Phenix doe penance in fire But alas gallant Lady I pitty thy state In being resolued to liue withâ—ut mate For if of our Courting the pleasures you knew You would haue a liking the same to ensue Long time haue I sued the same to obtaine Yet am I requited with scornefull disdaine But if you will grant your good fauour some You shall be aduanced to Princely degree Promotions and honours may often intice The chastest that liueth though neuer so nice What woman so worthy but will be content To liue in the Pallace where Princes frequent Two brides young Princely to Church I haue led Two Ladies most louely haue decked my bed Yet hath thy loue taken more root in my heart Then all their contentments whereof I had part Your gentle hearts cannot mens teares much abide And women least angry when most they doe chide Then yeeld to me kindly and say that at length Men doe want mercy and poore women strength I grant that faire Ladies may poore men resist But Princes will conquer and loue whom they list A King may command her to sleepe by his side Whose feature deserueth to be a Kings Bride In granting your loue you shall purchase renowne Your head shall be deckt with Englands fair Crowne Thy garmeÌ„ts most gallant with gold shal be wrought If tâ—ue loue for treasure of thee may be bought Great Ladies of honour shall tend on thy traine Most richly attyred with Scarlet in graine My chamber most princely thy person shall keepe Where virgins with musicke shall rock thee asléepe If any more pleasures thy heart can inuent Command them sweet Lady thy mind to content For Kings gallant courts wâ—ere Princes do dwell Afford such swéet pastimes as Ladies loue well Then be not resolued to die a true maide But print in thy bosome the words I haue said And grant a King fauour thy true loue to be That I may say welcome swéet virgin to me FINIS The faire maide of Londons answer to King Edwardâ— wanton Loue. To the same tune Oâ— wanton King Edward t is labour in vaine To follow the pleasure thou canst not attaine â—â—ich getting thou loosest and hauing dost wast it The which if thou purchase is spoild if thou hast it But if thou obtainst it thou nothing hast won And I loosing nothing yet quite am vndone But if of that Iewell a King do deceiue me No King can restore though a Kingdome he giue me My colour is changed since you saw me last My fauour is vanisht my beauty is past The Rosie red blushes that sate on my cheekes To palenesse are turned which all men mislikes I passe not what Princes for loue do protest The name of a Uirgin contenteth me best I haue not deserued to sleepe by thy side Nor to be accounted for King Edwards Bride The name of a Princes I neuer did craue No such type of honour thy handmaide will haue My brest shall not harbour so lofty a thought Nor be with rich proffers to wantonnesse brought If wild wanton Rosamond one of our sort Had neuer frequented King Henries braue Court Such heapes of deepe sorrow she neuer had séen Nor tasted the rage of so iealous a Quéene All men haue their freedome to shew their intent They win not a woman except she consent Who then can impute vnto them any fault Who still go vpright vntill women do hault T is counted a kindnesse in men for to trye And vertue in women the sawe to deny For women vnconstant can neuer be prou'd Untill by their betters therein they be mou'd If women and modelly once do but seuer Then farewell good name and credite for euer And Royall King Edward let me be exilde Ere any man know that my body 's defilde No no my old fathers reuerend teares Too deepe an impression within my soule beares Nor shall his bright honour that blâ—â— by me haue To bring his gray haâ—res with griefe to his graue The heauens forbid that when I shall dye That any such sinne vpon my soule lie If I haue thus kept we from doing this sinne My heart shall not yeeld with a Prince to begin Come rather with pitty to weepe on my tombe Then for my birth curse my deare mothers wombe That broght forth a blossome which stained the trée With wanton desires to shame her and me Leaue me most noble King tempt not in vaine My milke-white affections with lewdnesse to staine Though England will giue me no comfort at all Yet England will giue me a sad buriall FINIS The most cruell murther of Edward the fift and his brother Duke of Yorke in the Towre by their Vncle Richard Duke of Gloster To the tune
come or tarry FINIS The Weauers Shuttle or a Loue-Song made by a Preptise of London that loued a yong Gentlewoman in the countrey doubting of her constancy To the tune of Riding to Rumford OH how I sigh and sob Oh how I languish Oh how my heart doth throb with griefe and anguish My song I cannot tune For loue I do consume I cannot worke in Loome hang vp my shuttle My treadles all stand still I cannot vse them My shuttle and my quill I will refuse them My batten and my slay And all my Leses play Hey hoe till holiday hang vp my shuttle Yet though they do stand still I must be doing And to my loue in good will I must a wooing I cannot merry be But in her company Sweet heart I come to thee and leaue my shuttle And when I visit thee And haue my wishes And entertained be with dainty kisses â— how my heart doth grieue So soone my loue to leaue And go againe to weaue and vse my shuttle Yet shuttle flye apace Till thou art weary For I must weaue my laâ—e sing and be merry Till the next holiday Then thou and I will play Hay ho cast care away hang vp my shuttle If thou vnconstant proue I le not respect thee But choose another loue and quite reiect thee A Weauer thou shalt know Scornes to be serued so Though my true heart I show vsing my shuttle Gentlemen Weauers all That heares my ditty Pardon my verses small rude and vnwitty If they do you offend Next I make I will mend And so my Song doth end reach me my shuttle FINIS Of the inconueniences by Marriage To the tune of When Troy towne FOnd wanton youth makes loue a god Which after proueth ages rod Their youth their time their wit and art They spend in seeking of their smart And which of follies is the chiefe They woo their wo they wed their griefe All find it so that wedded are Loues sweet they find enfold sowre eare His pleasures pleasingst in the eye Which tasted once with loathing die they find of follies t is the chiefe their wo to woo to wed their griefe If for their owne content they chose Forthwith their kindreds loâ—e they loose And if their kindred they content For euer after they repent O t is of all our bodies chiefe Our wo to woo to wed our griefe In bed what strifes are bred by day Our puling wiues do open lay None friends none foes we must esteeme But whom they so vouchsafe to deeme O t is of all our follies chiefe Our wo to woo to wed our griefe Their smile we want if ought they want And either we their wils must grant Or die they will or are with child Their laughing must not be beguild O t is of all our follies chiefe Our wo to woo to wed our griefe Foule wiues are iealous faire wiues fall Marriage to either binds vs thrall Wherefore being bound we must obey And forced be perforce to say Of all our follies t is the chiefe Our wo to woo to wed our griefe FINIS The Shepheards Ioy. To the tune of Barra Faustus Dreame COme sweet Loue let sorrow cease â—anish frownes leaue of discention Loue warres make the sweetest peace hearts vniting by contention Sun-shine followes after raine Sorrowes ceasing this is pleasing All proues faire againe after sorrow soone comes ioy Try me proue me trust me loue me This will cure annoy Winter hides his frosty face Blushing now to be more veâ—â—ed Spring return'd with pleasant grace Floraes treasures are renued Lambes reioyce to sée the Spring Shipping leaping sporting playing Birds for ioy do sing so let the Spring of ioy renue Laughing colling kissing playing And giue loue his due See those bright sunnes of thine eyes Clouded now with black disdaining Shall such stormy tempests rise to set loues faire dayes a rayning All are glad the skies being cleare Lighly ioying sporting toying With their louely cheare but as sad to see a shower Sadly drooping lowring pâ—wting Turning sweet to sower Then sweet loue dispearse this cloude That obscures this scornefull coying When all creatures sings aloude filling hearts with ouer ioying As euery bird do choose her make Gently billing she is willing Her true loue to take with such words let vs contend Woing doing wedding bedding And so our strife shall end FINIS A pleasant Song Intituled You pretty wantons warble YOu pretty birds that sit and sing amidst the shady vallies And sée how sweetly Phillis walkes within her garden allyes Go pretty birds vnto her bowre sing pretty birds she may not lowre For feare my fairest Phillis frowne you pretty wantons warble Go tell her through your chirping bils as you by me are bidden To her is only knowne my loue which from the world is hidden Go pretty birds and tell her so see that your notes fall not too low For feare c. Go tune your voyces harmony and sing I am her Louer Straine low and hie that euery note with sweet content may moue her Tell her it is her louer true that sendeth loue by you and you Aye me me thinkes I see her frowne you pretty wantons warble Fly fly make haste me thinks shée s falne into a pleasant slumber Sing round about her Rosie bower that waking she may wonder And he that hath the swéetest voyce tell â—er I le neuer change my choyce Aye me c Fly pretty birds and in your bils beare me a louing letter Unto my fairest Phillis and with your sweet musick gréet her Go pretty birds vnto her hye haste pretty birds vnto her flye Aye me c. And if you finde her sadly seâ— about her swéetly chaunt it Untill she smiling raise her head nere cease vntill she grant it Go pretty birds and tell her I as you haue done will to her flye Aye me c. Henceforth refuse you pretty birds to chiepe in vnâ—outh places And draw you all together there where louely Phillis traces There pretty birds about her sing there pretty birds make ecchoes ring For feare my fairest Phillis frowne you pretty wantons warble FINIS The Louers lamentation for the death of faire Phillis HOw can I chuse but sigh and mone and euermore sit weeping My fairest Phillis she is gone death hath her in his keeping O death how durst thou be so bold to lay my Phillis in the mold Aye me aye me aye woe is me cease pretty birds to warble Cease now your chirping melody for Spring times past and gone And Winters chilling stormes deny your harmony be showne Keepe you your nests I le keepe my den where thousand frightfull obiects been Aye me c. Her shadow hanging in my sight addes to my griefe and anguish The substance wanting in the â—ght for which I lye and languish The pretty toyes she vsde to wâ—are lie scattered now some here some there â—ye me aye me c. So that the place when she suruiude which was a place of pleasure
THE GOLDEN Garland of Princely pleasures and delicate Delights Wherein is conteined the Histories of many of the Kings Queenes Princes Lords Ladies Knights and Gentlewomen of his Kingdome Being most pleasant Songs and Sonnets to sundry new Tunes now most in vse The third time Imprinted enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson Deuided into two Parts Printed at London by A. M. for Thomas Langley are to be sold at his Shop ouer against the Sarazens Head without Newgate 1620. A Lamentable Song of the death of King LEARE and his three DAVGHTERS To the tune of When flying Fame KIng Leare once ruled in this Land with princely power and peace And had all things with hearts content that might his ioyes encrease Amongst those guifts that nature gaue three daughters faire had he So princely séeming beautifull as fayrer could not be So on a time it pleasd the King a question thus to mooue Which of his daughters to his grace could shew the dearest loue For to my age you bring content quoth he then let me heare Which of you thrée in plighted troth the kindest will appeare To whom the eldest thus began deare father mine quoth she Before your face to doe you good my blood shall tendred be And for your sake my bleeding heart shall heere be cut in twaine Ere that I see your reuerent age the smallest griefe sustaine And so will I the second said deare father for your sake The worst of all extremities I le gently vndertake And serue your highnesse night and day with diligence and loue That sweet content and quietnesse discomforts may remoue In doing so you glad my soule the aged King replyed But what sayst thou my yongest Girle How is thy loue allyed My loue quoth yong Cordela then which to your grace I owe Shall be the duty of a childe and that is all I le shew And wilt thou shew no more quoth he then doth thy duty binde I well perceiue thy loue is small when as no more I finde Hence forth I banish thee my Court thou art no child of mine Nor any part of this my Realme by fauour shall be thine Thy elder sisters loues are more then well I can demand To whome I equally bestow my kingdome and my land My pompall state and all my goods that louingly I may With these thy sisters be maintaind vntill my dying day Thus flattering speeches won renowne by these two sisters here The third had â—anselesse banishment yet was her loue more deare For poore Cordela patiently went wandring vp and downe Unhelpt vnpittied gentle maid through many an English towne Untill at last in famous France she gentler fortunes found Though poore and bare yet was she deeâ—d the fairest on the ground Where when the King her vertues heard and his faire Lady séene With full consent of all his Court he made his wife and Quéene Her father old King Leare this while with his two daughters stayed Forgetfull of their promisd loues full soone the same denaide And liuing in Quéene Ragans Court the elder of the twaine She tooke from him his chiefest meanes and most of all his traine For whereas twenty men were wont to waite with bended knee She gaue allowance but to ten and after scarce to thrée Nay one she thought too much for him so tooke she all away In hope that in her Court good King he would no longer stay Am I rewarded thus quoth he in giuing all I haue Unto my children and to beg for what I lately gaue I le goe vnto my Gonorell my second child I know Will be more kinde and pittifull and will relieue my woe Full fast he hies then to her Court where when she heard his moane Returnd him answer that she grieude that all his meanes were gone But no way could relieue his wants yet if that he would stay Within her Kitchin he should haue what Scullions gaue away When he had heard with bitter teares he made his answer then In what I did let me be made example to all men I will returne againe quoth he vnto my Ragans Court She will not vse me thus I hope but in a kinder sort Where when he came shee gaue command to driue him thence away When he was well within her Court she said he could not stay Then backe againe to Gonorell the wofull King did hie That in her kitching he might haue what Scullion boyes set by But there of that he was denied which she had promis'd late For one refusing he should not come after to her gate Thus twixt his daughters for reliefe he wandred vp and downe Being glad to feed on beggers food that lately wore a Crowne And calling to remembrance then his yongest daughters words That said the duty of a childe had all that loue affords But doubting to repaire to her whom he had banisht so Grew franticke mad for in his minde he bore the wounds of woe Which made him rend his milk while locks and tresses from his head And all with blood bestame his cheekes with age and honour spred To hils and woods and watry founts he made his hourely moane Till hils and woods and sencelesse things did seeme to sigh and groane Euen thus possest with discontents he passed ore to France In hope from faire Cordela there to find some gentler chance Most vertuous dame where wheÌ„ she heard of this her fathers griefe As duty bound she quickly sent him comfort and reliefe And by a traine of noble Peeres in brane and gallant sort She gaue in charge he should be brought to Aganippus Court Her royall King whose noble minde so freely gaue consent To muster vp his knights at armes to fame and courage bent And so to England came with speed to repossesse King Leare And driue his daughters from their throneâ— by his Cordela deare Where she true hearted noble Queene was in the battell slaine Yet he good King in his old dayes possest his crowne againe But when he heard Cordela dead who dyed indeed for loue Of her deare father in whose cause she did this battell mooue Heswounding fell vpon her brest from whence he neuer parted But on her bosome left his life that was so truely hearted The Lords and Nobles when they saw the end of these euents The other Sisters vnto death they doomed by consents And being dead their crownes were left vnto the next of kin Thus haue you heard the fall of â—ride and disobedient sinne FINIS A new Song of the wooing of Queene Katherine by a gallant yong Gentleman of Wales named Owen Tudor lately translated out of Welch into our English phrase To the tune oâ— Light in leâ—â— Ladies Owen Tudor I Salute thée swéet Princesse with titles of grace For Cupid commands me in heart to embrace Thy honours thy vertues thy fauour and beauty With all my true seruice my loue and my duty Queene Katherine Courteous kind gentleman let me request How comes it that Cupid hath wounded thy brest
And chaind thy hearts liking my seruant to proue That am but a stranger in this thy kind loue Owen Tudor If but a stranger yet loue hath such power To lead me heere kindly vnto a Queenes bower Then doe not sweet Princesse my good will forsake When nature commands thee a true loue to take Queene Katherine So royall of calling and birth I am knowne That matching vnequall my state is ore-throwne My titles of dignity thereby I loose To wed me and bed me my equall I le choose Owen Tudor No honours are lost Quéene in chusing of me For I am a gentleman borne by degrée And fauours of Princes my sâ—ate may aduance In making me noble by fortunate chance Queene Katherine My robes of rich honours most braue to behold Are all ore imbossed with siluer and gold Not therewith adorned I loose my renowne With all the braue titles that waits on a Crowne Owen Tudor My Countrey sweet Princesse more pleasure affords Then can be expressed heere by me in words Such kindly contentments by nature there springs That hath beene well liked of Queenes of Kings Queene Katherine My courtly attendants are traines of delight Like stars of faire heauen all shining most bright And those that liue daily such pleasures to see Suppose no such comforts in countrey can be Owen Tudor In Wales we haue fountains no christal more cleare Where murmuring musick we daily may heare With gardens of pleasure and flowers so sweet UUhere true loue with true loue may merrily meet Queene Katherine But there is no tilting nor tornaments bold Which gallant yong Ladies desire to behold No maskes nor no reuels where fauours are worne By Knights or by Barons without any scorne Owen Tudor Our May-poles at Whitsontide maketh good sport And moues as sweet pleasure as yours doe in court UUhere on the green dancing for garland and ring Maidens make pastime and sports for a King Queene Katherine But when your braue yong men maidens do meet Your musicke is clownish and soundeth not sweet UUhilest siluer-like melody murmuring keepes And rocks vp our senses in heauenly sicepes Owen Tudor Our Harps our Tabors sweet humming drones For thee my sweet Princesse make musicall moanes Our Morris-Maid Marrians desire for to see A True-loue-knot tyed betwixt thee and me Queene Katherine No pleasures in Countrey by me can be seene That haue beene mainteined so long heere a Queene And fed on the blessings that dayly were giuen Into my braue Pallace by Angels from heauen Owen Tudor Our greene leaued trees will dance with the winde Where birds sit reioycing according to kinde Our sheepe with their Lambes wil skip it ful round To see thee come tripping along on the ground Queene Katherine What if a kind Princesse should so be content By meeknesse thus mooued to giue her consent And humble her honors imbace her degree To tye her best fortunes braue Tudor to thee Owen Tudor If to a Kingdome I borne were by birth And had at commandment all nations on earth Their crownes their scepters should lie at thy feet And thou be made Empresse my darling so swéet Queene Katherine I feare yet to fancy thy loue tempting tongue For Cupid is cunning his bow very strong Queen Venus once mistris of heart wishing pleasure We ouer kind women repent vs at leasure Owen Tudor May neuer faire morning shew forth his bright beames But couer my falsehood with darkest extreames If not as the Turtle I liue with my Doue My gentle kind Princesse my Lâ—dy my Loue. Queene Katherine Hye then into Wales and our wedding prouide For thou art my Bridegroome I le be thy Bride Get gloues and fiue ribbons with bridelaces faire Of silke and of siluer for Ladies to weare Owen Tudor With garlands of Roses our huswifely wiues To haue thee adorned all louingly striues Their bride-cakes be ready our bag-pipes do play Whilst I stand attending to lead thee the way Both together Then marke how the notes of our merry towne bels Our dingdong of pleasure most cheerefully tels Then dingdong faire Ladies and louers all true This dingdong of pleasure may satisfie you FINIS A Princely song of King Richard Cordelion King of England of his bold courage and lamentable death To the tune of You Batchelers that braue it OF a noble Christian Warriour King Richard of this Land For fame amongst our worthies braue now orderly may stand The God of battels gaue him still a gallant great command To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ Richard Cordelion in this Land a noble English name That fils the world with wonders great with honour and with fame Then gallantly good Souldiers all come thunder out the same That fights for our Sauiour Iesus Christ When as faire Hierusalem the City of our Lord Lay mourning all in heauinesse consumed by the sword To succour her all Christendome did willingly accord And to fight for our Saviour Iesus Christ. Then marched forth most braue and bold King Richard from this land Of noble Knights and Gentlemen with him a warlike band To fight for Iesus Christ his name so long as they could stand All souldiers of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But by the way such chances then King Richard did betide That many of his soldiers for want of victuall dyed A new supply this noble King waâ— forced to prouide To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The mighty Duke of Austria to whome he came for ayd For all his Kingly curtesies his succors were denayd But tooke him prisoner cowardly where ransome must be paid And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ His noble Knights and Soldiers then with sorrow went away Wofully complaining all that ere they saw that day That such a Noble King as he a prisoner there should stay And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. While they were here prouiding a ransome for his Grace The Dukes owne Sonne vnreuerently King Richard did abase For which with one small boxe o th eare he kild him in that place In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. UUith that into a Dungeon deepe this noble King was cast UUhile as a Lyon all in rage prouided was in haste To combate with this famous King so long as life did last The souldier of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But gentle pitty moued much the Daughter of the Duke Whom deepely wounded was with loue proceeding from his looke For which to saue his Princely life she kindly vndertooke In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. A rich imbroydered scarfe of silke she secretly conuaid Into the Dungeon where the King his execution staid The which to saue his gentle life an instrument was made In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ For when the hunger starued beast into the Dungeon came With open mouth to swallow him he nimbly tooke the same And stoutly thrust it downe his throat the Lyon thus to tame In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. And so with valiant courage he puld
out the Lions heart Which made the Duke and all his Lords in fearefull manner start To see this royall English King to play so braue a part In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. I am no prisoner said the King for I am now set free The country and our law of Armes commands it so to be And thus to Englanâ— blessed Land most ioyfully went he In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But left hi◠〈…〉 loue behind that 〈…〉 his life With 〈…〉 returne againe to 〈…〉 then his wife But fel◠〈…〉 and bloudy warre did breed them further strife In fighting for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The noble hearts of Englishmen that could indure no wrong For good King Richard mustred then a vailant Army strong To passe the seas to Aâ—on Walls to lay the same along In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. So first consuming fire and sword into that countrey came Destroying all their Cities braue and townes of ancient fame Till those the wrongs King Richard had were righted by the same In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But in his prime of Martiall wâ—rth this noble King was slaine For wounded with a poysoned shaft that pierst his Princely braine Much sorrowing mone was long 〈◊〉 amongst his warlike traine Stil fighting for our Sauiour Iesu But chiefly by his Lady faire so loyall and so kinde That nothing but reuenge thereof possessed still her minde To know the causer of his death were rich rewards assingd Thus to honour our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Upon the murtherer being fowâ—d much cruelty was showne By her command his skinne aliue was flead from flesh and bone And after vnto ayery fowles his body it was throwne In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Yet ended not this Ladies griefe for him she loude so deare Deepe sorrowes euen broke her heart as plainely did appeare And both were buried in one graue thus true loues end you heare That dyed for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Did euer Lady for her loue more strangely vndertake Did euer Daughter in this kind a grieued father make Did euer Princesse end her life thus for her true loues sake And for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. FINIS A gallant Song of the Garter of England and how it was made first an honour to this Kingdome by King Edward the third To the tune of When Arthur first c. WHen as third Edward ruld this Land And was our English king He had good speed in all his fight braue conquest home to bring Two Kingly Crownes vpon his sword In sumptuous sort was borne Most gallantly to grace the third that on his head was worne Thus three in one made Englands same through all the world to shine Which well might clame a titled grace amongst our worthies nine Seauen princely Sonnes he likewise had whose vertues wonne him prayse From one fayre Queene descended all in beauties blooming dayes His Earles and Barons brauely â—ent to practise Knightly déeds To breake the Launce to runne at Ring to backe their barbed stéedes Which made the world thinke Mars his Court was kept in England here UUhen Englands Péeres made forraine lands to quake with trembling feare King Edwards raigne rung ecchoâ—ng thus through euery Christian Court Of whom the noblest Prince that liued gaue sounds of braue report Right valiant King himselfe likewise his Country to aduance UUith many of his Péeres ariud within the Court of France And there by Tilts and Tourniâ—s braue such honours did obtaine As Mars himselfe in glistering stéele the prize from them would gaine So braue and bold his Barons were and so successefull then That none of all the Lords of Framâ— were like our English men Thus many moneths he with his Peeres spent there with braue delights Whose dayly sports concluded were by reueling at nights Where Measure and Carantoes fine so gract the Court of France As if Quéene Iuno with her Ioue had brauely led the daunce Amongst which glorious troope of Dames that richly sate to sée The French Quéene there aboue the rest the fairest séemd to be Whom English Edward by the hand in curteous manner tooke To dance withall at which the French gaue many a scornefull looke But Edward still like Mars himselfe with countenance and grace By Courtship won great liking there from all within that place King Edward pleasd the Princely Queene the Queene king Edward well But as they daunct there from her leg by chance her garter fell The which king Edward soone tooke vp And it in kindnesse wore For fauour and for curtesies he to her vertues bore But some there present gaue forth words The Queene of purpose lost Her garter there for him to find whom she affected most But when she heard these ill conceits And speeches that they made Hony soyt qui maly pens the noble Princes said Ill hap to them that euill thinke In English it is thus Which words so wise quoth Englands King shall surâ—ly goe with vs And for her sake shall Englands Peeres In honour of our land A Garter weare and in the same these words in gold shall stand That all the world may nobly speake Our garter came from France In Princely manner named thus our Countrey to aduance The Tilts and Reuels thus had end That long had lasted there And home our King and Nobles came with mirth and meery cheere Where soone he brauely did create Full many a Lordly Knight To weare this golden Garter faire So sumptuous and so bright And named them S. Georgies knights And of this Garter braue As noble an order of estate as any King can haue Which Knights vpon S. Georges day Still their precession goes Through Englands Court in robes of gold and most delightfull shoes At Windsor is this Order kept Where kings be of the same And forraigne Princes much desire the honours of that name Third Edward first began this grace of knight-hood to his praise Which still is kept with high renowne in our King Iames his dayes Ten English Kings haue been thereof of Princes and of Peeres A number great whose honors liu'd most braue in ancient yeares And at this day of Dukes and Lords our land hath honoured store Whose names and fames the Lord increase and make them more and more FINIS A lamentable Ditty on the death of the Lord Guilford Dudley and the Lady Iane Gray that for their parents ambition in seeking to make these two yong Princes King and Queene of England were both beheaded in the Tower of London To the tune of Peter and Parnell WHen as King Edward left this life In yong and tender blooming yeeres Began such deadly hate and strife That filled England full of feares Ambition in those ancient dayes More then ten thousand thousand thousand thousand troubles did arise Northumberland being made a Duke Ambitiously doth seeke the crowne And Suffolke for the same did looke To put Queene Maries title downe That was King Henries daughter bright And Queen of England England
each day and each night to worke him despight That wearied with sorrowes he still might lament Good king thus abused he was at the last To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid And there in a dungeon ful low in the grouÌ„d vnpitied he nightly was laied Not one for his miserie grieued that late was in place of royallest grace Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd King Henry vsurping thus all his estate Could neuer in heart be content Till some of his friends in secrecy sought to kill him by cruell consent Who sooke to Pomfret hiâ—d where as the feare that toucht him so neare They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king for murthereâ— he was That might well haue liued full long Had not ill counsell betraied his best good and done his hie fortunes this wrong But blood for blood still calls no bloody staind hand ran long in this land Stand surely but soone vnto misery falls Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind And won his title by blood Which after by heauens â—ight power not three generations stood But yeelded to Yorke againe thus fortune showes their proud ouer throwes That cunningly climes an imperial raigne FINIS A song of an English Knight that marryed the royall Princesse Lady Mary sister to King Henry the eight which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke To the Tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life EIght Henry ruling in this land he had a sister faire That was the widdowed King of France inricht with vertues eare And being come to Englandâ— Court She oft beheld a Kinght Charles Brandon namd in whose faire eyes she cheifly tooke delight And noting in her Princely minde His gallent swéet behauiour Shee daily drew him by degrees still more and more in fauour Which he perceiuing courteâ—us Knight Found fitting time and place And thus in amorous sort began his loue sure to her grace I ayme at loue faire Queene said he Sweet let your loue incline That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine If worthlesse I might worthy be To haue so good a lot To please your highnesse in true loue my fancy doubteth not Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me I can maintaine the same by birth being come of good degree If wealth you thinke be all my want Your highnesse hath great â—â—ore And my supplyment shall be loue what can you wish for more It hath been known when hearty loue Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blusâ— But made a dumbe reply Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently Brandon quoth she I greater am Then would I were for thee But can as little master loue as them of low degree My father was a King and so A King my husband was My brother is the like and he will say I do transgresse But let him say what pleaseth him His liking I le forgoe And choose a loue to please myselfe though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages As best contents their mind Why should not princes of estâ—te the like contentment find But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes Yet blame me not for loue I loue where best my fancy deemes And long may liue quoth he to loue Nor longer liue may I Then when I loue your royall grace and then disgraced dye But if I do deserue your loue My mind desires dispatch For many are the eyes in Court that on your beauty watch But am not I sweet Lady now More fancy then behooues Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue that speakes for him that loues The Quéene and this braue Gentleman Together both did wed And after sought the kings good will and of their wishes sped For Brandon soone was made a Duke and graced so in court Then who but he did fâ—ant it forth amongst the noblest sort And so from princely Brandons line and Maries did procéed The noble race of Suffolks house as after did succéed From whose high blood the Lady Iane Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife Came by descent who with her Lord in London lost her life FINIS A Song of the life and death of King Richâ—â—d the third who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land was slâ—ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England To the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life IN England once there raignd a King A Tirant firâ—e and sell Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne gaue sure his soule to hell Third Richard was this Tirants name the worst of all the three That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be For his desires were still by blood to be made Endglands King Which here to gaine that goâ—den prize did many a wondrous thing He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres and chiefest in this Land With euery one that likely was his title to withstand Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought ere he could bring to passe What he made lawlesse claime vnto as his best liking was Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew Before his fathers face And weeded from our English throne all his renowned race This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life he also did betray With those right noble Princes â—waine King Edwards children deare Because to Englands royall Crowne he thought them both too neere His owne deare wife also he slew Incesâ—uousâ—y to wed His owne deare daughter which for feare away from him was fled And made such hauocke in this land Of all the Royall bloud That onely one was left vnslaine to haue his claimes withstood Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd To right his Countries wrong From France prepar'd full well to fight brought ore an Army strong To whom Lord Stanley nobly came With many an English Peere And ioynd their forces in one Earle Richmonds heart to cheare Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore And how their forces day by day increased more and more He frets he fumes and ragingly A madding fury showes And thought it but in vaine to stay and so to battell goes Earle Richmond he in order braue His fearelesse armie laid In midst of whom these noble words their valiant leader said Now is the time and place swéet friends And we the souldiers be That must bring Englands peace againe or loose our liues must we Be valiant then we fight for fame And for our countries good Against a Tyrant markt with shame for shedding Englands blood I am right heire of Lancaster Intituled to the Crowne Against this bloody Boare of Yoâ—ke then let vs win renowne Meane while had furious Richard set His army in array And with a gastly looke of feare he stoutly thuâ— did say Shall Henry Richmond with his