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A04551	A crovvne garland of goulden roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson.; Crowne-garland of goulden roses.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1612 (1612)	STC 14672; ESTC S119112	24,012	96

free of that company and now ●●stly graced with the loue of our renowned Prince Henry of great Brittaine To the tune of Treatans toy ENgland is a Kingdome of all the world admired More statclinesse in pleasures can no way be desired The court is full of brauery the citty stor'd with wealth The law preserueth vnity the country kéepeth health Yet no like pompe and glory our cronicles record As foure great feasts of England do orderly afford All others be but dinners calld or banquete of good sort And none but sowre be named feasts which here I will report Saint Georges feast the first of all maintained is by Kings Where much renowne and royalty thereof now dayly rings Princes come from forraine lands to be Saint Georges Knights The goulden garter thus is worne by sundry worthy wights Saint George our English champion in most delightfull sort Is celebrated yeare by yeare in Englands royall court The King with all his noble traine in gould and rich aray Still glorisies the festiuall of great Saint Georges day The honored Maior of London the second feast ordaines By which the worthy cittizens much commendation gaines For Lords and Iudges of the land and Knights of good request To Guild hall comes to countenance Lord Maior of Londons feast Also the Sargeants of the law another feast asords With grace and honor glorified by Englands Noble Lords And this we call the Sargiant feast a third in name and place But yet there is a fourth like wise deserues as gallant grace The Marchant Taylors company that fellowship of fame To Londons lasting dignity liues honored with the same A guist King Henry the seauenth gaue kept once in thrée yeares still Where gould and gounes be to poore men giuen by King Hemies will Full many good fat burks be sent the fairest and the best The Kings large forrests can afford to grace this worthy f●ast A feast that makes the number iust and last account of ●oure Therefore let England thus report of feasts there be no more Then let all London companies so highly in renowne Giue Marchant taylors name and same to weare the lawrell crowne For seuen of Englands royall Kings thereof haue all béene frée And with their loues and fauors grac'd this worthy company King Richard once the second nam'd vnhappy in his fall Of all these race of royall Kings was frée-man first of all Bullinbrooke fourth Henry next by order him succéeds To gloryfie this brotherhood by many Princely déeds Fift Henry which so valiently deserued fame in France Became free of this company faire London to aduance Sixt Henry then the next in raigne though lucklesse in his daies Of Marchant-taylors free-man was to his eternall praise Fourth Edward that right worthy King beloued of great and small Also performd a frée mans loue to this renowned Hall Third Richard which by cruellty brought England many woes Unto this worthy company no little fauour showes But richest fauours yet at last procéeded from a King Whose wisdome round about the world in Princes eares doth ring King Henry whome we call the seuenth made them the greatest gracd Because in marchant Taylors Hall his picture now stands placed Their charter was his Princely guift maintaynd unto this day He added Marchant to the name of Taylors as some say So Martchant Taylors they be cal'd his royall loue was so No London company the like estate of Kings can shoe From time to time we thus behold the Marchant-Taylers glory Of whose renowne the Muses pens may make a lasting story This loue of Kings begot such loue of our now royall Prince For greater loue then his to them was nere before nor since It pleased so his Princely minde in méeke kinde curtesie To be a friendly frée-man made of this braue company London then in heart reioyce and Marchant Taylers sing Forth prayses of this gentle Prince the sonne of our good King To tell the welcomes to the world he then in London had Might sill vs full of pleasing ioyes and make our hearts full glad His triumphs there performd and done long lasting will remaine And Chronicles report aright the order of it plaine The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants To the tune of Diana In Warwicke-sheir there stands a downe and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name Adioyning to a country towne made famous by a maidens name Fairo Isabel she called was a shepheards daughter as some say To wigmoores eare her fame did passe as he in Warwicke Casile lay Poore loue-sicke Lord immediatly vpon her fame set his delight And thought much pleasure sure did lie possessing of so swéet a wight Therfore to Dunsmore did repaire to recreate his sickly mind Where in a summers euening faire his chance was Isabell to find She sat amidst a medow greene most richly spred with smelling flowers And by a riuer she was seene to spend away some euening howers There sat this ma●den all alone washing her selfe in secret wise Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon did much delight his longing eye●● She thinking not to be espied had layd from her her Contrey tire The tresses of her haire vntide hung glistring like the golden wier And as the slakes of winters snow that lies vnmelted on the plaines So white her body was in show like siluer springs did run her vaines He rauisht with this pleasing sight Stood as a man amazed still Suffring his eyes to take delight That neuer thought they had their fill She blinded his affection so That reasons rules were led awry And loue the coales of lust did blow Which to a fire soone slamed hye And though he knew the sinne was great Yet burned so within his brest With such a vehement scorching heat That none but she could lend him rest Lord Wigmoore thus beeing drownd in lust By liking of this dainty Dame He call'd a seruant of great trust Inquiring straight what was her name She is quoth he no married wife But a Shepheards daughter as you sée And with her father leads her life Whose dwellings by these pastures bée Her name is Isabel the saire Then stay quoth he and speake no more But to my Castle straight her beare Her sight hath wounded me full sore Thus to Lord Wigmoore she was brought Who with delight his fancies fed And through his sute such means he wrought That he intic'd her to his bed This beeing done incontinent She did returne from whence she came And euery day she did inuent To couer her receiued shame But ere three months were fully past Her crime committed plaine appeares Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast She long complain'd with weeping teares The complaint of faire Isabell for the losse of her honor at the end whereof shee slew her selfe To the same tune LOrd Wigmoore thus I haue defild And spotted my