The golden garland of princely pleasures and delicate delights Wherin is conteined the histories of many of the kings, queenes, princes, lords, ladies, knights, and gentlewomen of this 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.

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 ●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 dee●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 when 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 throne● 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 ●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 o● Light in le●● 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 s●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 L●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 , wa● 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 Englan● 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 A●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 w●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 fow●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 ●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 eccho●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 Tourni●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 Fram● , 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 sur●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 , England and King Edwards heire by right . Lord Guilford and the Lady Iane , Were wedded by their parents wils The right from Mary so was tane , Which drew them on to further ils : But marke the end of this misdeed , Mary was crowned , crowned , crowned , and they to death decreed . And being thus adiudged to die For these their parents haughty aimes , That thinking thus to mount on high , Their children King & Queene proclaimes , But in such aymes no blessings be , When as ten thousand , thousand , thousand , their shamefull endings see . Sweet Princes they deserud no blame , That thus must die for fathers cause : And bearing of so great a name To contradict our English lawes , Let all men then conclude in this That they are haples haples , haples , whose parents doe amisse . Now who more great then they of late Now who more wretched then they are : And who more lofty in estate , Thus sodenly consumd with care : Then Princes all set downe this rest , And say the golden golden golden , golden meane is alwayes best . Prepard at last drew on the day Whereon these Princes both must die Lord Guilford Dudley by the way His dearest Lady did espye Whilst he vnto the blocke did goe She in her window , weeping , weeping , did lament his woe . Their eyes that lookt for loue ere-while , Now blubberd were with pearled teares , And euery glance and loners smile Where turnd to dole and deadly feares : Lord Guilfords life did bleeding lie , Expecting Angels , Angels , Angels . siluer wings to mount on hie . His dearest Lady long did looke , When she likewise to blocke should goe , Where sweetly praying on her booke , She made no signe of outward woe : But wisht that she had Angels wings , To see that golden , golden , golden , sight of heauenly things . And mounting on the Scaffold then , Where Guilfords liuelesse body lay : I come ( quoth she ) thou flower of men . For death shall not my soule dismay : The gates of heauen stand open wide , To rest for euer , and euer , and euer , and thus these gentle Princes dyed . Their parents likewise lost their heads , For climing thus one step too high : Ambitious towers haue slippery leades , And fearefull to a wise mans eye . For onee amisse great houses fall , Therfore take warning , warning , warning by this you gallants all . FINIS .

A ioyfull song of the deserued praises of good Queene Elizabeth , how Princely she behaued her selfe at Tilbury Campe in 88. when the Spaniards threatned the inuasion of this Kingdome . To the tune of , King Henries going to Bullaine ▪ OF a Noble , Noble Princesse , Englands late commanding Mistris , King Henries daughter , faire Elizabeth ▪ She was such a maiden Queene , As her like was neuer seene , of any woman-kind vpon the earth . Her name in golden numbers ▪ May written be with wonders that liude beloued foure and forty yeares And had the guift of nature all That to a Princesse might befall , as by her noble vertues well appeares . With Maiesty admired , Her subiects she required , that loue for loue might equally be shown Preferring a publique peace , Then any priuate mans increase , that quietly we stil may keepe our owne . UUen Ambassies did come From any Prince in Chris●endome , her entertainments were so Princely sweet She likewise knew what did belong To euery language speech and tongue , where grace & vertue did together meet . No Princesse more could measure , Her well beseeming pleasure . in open Court amongst her Ladies faire : For musicke and for portly gate The world afforded not her mate , so excellent her carriage was and faire . Kingly states oppressed , And such as were distressed , with meanes and mony daily shee relieud : As law of Nations did her bind , To strangers she was euer kind , and such as with calamities were grieued And when into this kingdome , Bloudy warres did threatning come , her highnes would be ready with good wil As it in eighty eight was séene , UUhen as this thrice renowned Quéene gaue noble courage to her soldiers still . This more then worthy woman , Like to a noble Amazon : in siluer plated Armour brauely went Unto her Campe at Tilbery , With many Knights of Chiualry , coragiously her Army to content . But being there ariued , With noble heart she striued : to giue them all what they desird to haue A louely grace and countenance , Smiling with perseuerance , to whom so swéet a countenance she gaue . Upon a Drumhead sitting , As it was best besitting for such a royall Princes thus to speake : A Soldier I will liue and dye , Feare shall neuer make me ●●ye , nor any danger leaue to vndertake . With that amidst the Battle , The Musquetires did rattle , a peale of powder flaming all in fire : The Cannons they did lowdly play . To please her Maiesty that day : which she in heart did louingly desire . Her highnes thus delighted , She roially requited the noble captaines and the sould●ers all : For golden Angels flew amaine . Round about the warlike traine ▪ each one rewarded was both great & smal . With that in noble manner , To Englands fame and honour ▪ the thundring shot began to play againe , And for this royall princes sake , Ratling made the ground to shake ▪ in spight of all their enemies of Spaine . The more to be commended , She graciously befriended , full many a worthy gentlemen that day : By knighting them in noble sort , As it had bin in Englands court , such gallant graces had she euery way . So fréely kind and louing , She was by her approuing , to rich & poore that came vnto her grace : Not any one but found her still , A friend to good , a foe to ill , and euer vertue swéetly would imbrace . But now in heauens high Pallace , She liues in ioy and solace , committing all her charge vnto the King : Of whose admired Maiesty , Ruling vs so quietly , reioycingly we Subiects all doe sing . FINIS .

A new Song of the strange liues of two yong Princes in England , who became two Shepherds vpon Salisbury Plaine , and after restored to their former estates . To the Tune of the Merchants man . IN Kingly Stephens raigne , Two royall Dukes there was : That all our other English Lords , for greatnesse far did passe . The one of Deuonshire namd● , that had a daughter faire : Which he appointed at his death , to be his only heire . And her in loue commits , Unto the Cornewall Duke : Whom he with tendernes and care , most kindly vndert●oke . The promise being made , The Duke of Deuonshire dyes : And all that Cornewall vow'd to doe ▪ he afterwards denies . Yet well he educates the Maid , That Maudlin she was growne : The fairest Lady vnder Heauen , for beauty being knowne . And many Princes sought for loue , But none might her obtaine : For couetous Cornewall to himselfe , the dukedome sought to gaine . So on a time Prince Raymond chanc't , This comely dame to see : With whom he fell so deepe in loue , as any Prince might be . Unhappy youth what should he do , She still was kept in mew : Nor he nor any of his friends , admitted to her view . One while he melancholly pines , Himselfe with griefe away : Anon he thinkes by force of Armes , to win her if he may . Untill at length commanding loue , Became to be his Iudge : And chang●d 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 suppos●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 dor●● , Departed thence by stealth : Then thus with basenes for a match , that might haue liu'd in w●alth , When Raymond heard of her escape , With sad and grie●e● heart : He left the pallace of the Duk● , and after did depart . Forgetfull of himselfe and birth , His country friends and all : And minding onely her to seeke , that thus had prou●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 flocke● , a sheepeheards life he tries , In hope his loue thereby to wast , But then began againe , With●● 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 wo●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 cra● , 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 bewraies . 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 s●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 galltās 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 , 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 ground 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 hi●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 murthere● 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 ●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 England● 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 ( courte●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 ●●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 blus● ▪ 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 est●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 f●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 Rich●●d the third , who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land , was sl●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 fir●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 go●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 ●waine , King Edwards children deare : Because to Englands royall Crowne , he thought them both too neere . His owne deare wife also he slew , Inces●uous●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 Yorke , then let vs win renowne . Meane while had furious Richard set , His army in array , And with a gastly looke of feare , he stoutly thu● did say : Shall Henry Richmond with his troopes , Ore-match vs thus by might : That comes with fearefull cowardice , with vs thi● 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 spi●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 : Wh●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 de●●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 : Methinkes 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 frée●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 kind●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 b●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 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 ●ore in loue too proud a heart . Now loue ( qd ●he ) though breathlesse she , Doth such a f●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 liu●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 , B●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 ●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 cha●● in desire , Lest thou like the Phenix doe penance in fire . But ( alas , gallant Lady ) I pitty thy state , In being resolued to liue with●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 garments most gallant with gold shal be wrought If t●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 , w●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 Edward● wanton Loue . To the same tune . O● wanton King Edward , t is labour in vaine , To follow the pleasure thou canst not attaine : ●●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 bl●● by me haue , To bring his gray ha●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 of Fortune my foe . WHen God had ●ane away true wisdomes King , Edward the fourth whose fame shal alwayes ring Which raigned had full two and twenty yeares , And ruled well amongst his noble Peeres . When as he dyed two sonnes he left behinde , The Prince of Wales , & Duke of Yorke most kind : The Prince the eldest , but eleuen yeares old , The Duke more yong as Chronicles haue told . The dead Kings brother , Duke of Glocester , Was chosen for the Prince his Protecter : Who straightway plotted how to get the Crowne , And pull his brother Edwards children downe . Edward the fift , the Prince was cald by name Who by succession did that title gaine . A prudent Prince whose wisedome did excell , Which made his vncles heart with hatred swell . Then did the Duke vse all the meanes he might , By dambd deuises for to worke their spight : At length the diuell put it in his head , How all his plots should be accomplished . With sugred words which had a poysond sting , He did intice the Duke and the yong King : For safeties sake to lodge them in the Towre , A strong defence and Londons chiefest Flower . His faire spoke speeches and bewitching charme Who told them 't would secure them from all harme : Thus by faire words yet cruell treachery , Le won their hearts within the Tower to lye . Great entertainment he these Princes gaue , And caus●e the Tower to be furnisht braue : With sumptuous cheare he feasted them that day , Thus subtile Wolues with harmeles lambs do play . With musicke sweet he filde their princely eares , And to their face a smiling countenance beares : But his foule heart with mischiefe was possest , And treacherous thoughts were alwaies in his bres● ▪ When as bright Phoebus had possest the West , And t●at the time was come for all to rest : The Duke of Gloster the two Princes led . Into a sumptuous chamber to their bed . When these sweet children thus were laid in bed , And to the Lord their hearty prayers h●d said ▪ Swéet slumbring sleepe then closing vp their eyes , Each folded in each others arme then lies . The bloody vncle to these children sweet , Unto a Knight to breake his mind thought mée● ▪ One sir Iames Tirrill , which did thinke it be●t , For to agree to his bloody request . Sir Iames he said my resolutions this . And for to do the same you must not misse : This night so that the King be murthered , And the yong Duke as they lie in their bed . So when these branches I haue pulled downe , There s none the which can keep me from the Crowne ▪ My brother Duke of Clarence he was found , I th Tower within a But of Malmesey drownd . It was my plot that he should drowned be , Because that none should claime the Crowne but me , And when these children thou hast murdered , I le weare the Royall Crowne vpon my head . And know thou Tirrill when that I am King , I le raise thy state and honours to thee bring : Then be resolu'd , tut be not thou afraid , My Lord I le do 't , this bloody Tirrill said . He got two villaines for to act this price , Hell-hearted murtherers and did them disguise The one Miles Forrest which there keeper was The other Dighton kéeper of his horse . At midnight then when all things they were husht , These bloody slaues into the chamber crusht : And to the bed full softly did they creepe , Where these sweet babes did lie full fast asleepe . And presently did wrap them in the cloathes , And stopt their harmelesse breath with the pillowes ▪ Yet did they striue and struggle what they might , Untill the slaues had stifeled both them quite . When as the murderers saw that they were dead ▪ They tooke their bodies forth the cursed bed , And then they buryed these same little ones At the staire foot vnder a heape of stones . But marke how God did scourge them for this deed , As in the Chronicles you there may reade Blood deserueth blood , for so the Lord hath said , So at the length their blood was truely paid . For when their Uncle he had raign'd two yeares : He fell at variance then amongst his Péeres : In Lestershire at Bosworth he was slaine , By Richmonds Earle as he did rightly gaine . In pieces was he hewed by his foes , And kickt and spurned with their feet and toes ▪ They stript him then , and dragd him vp and downe , And on stout Richmonds head they put the Crowne . The bloody murtherer ( Sir Iames Tirril● , For treason lost his head on Towre-hill : And to Miles Forrest befell no worse a Lot , For he in pieces aliue away did c●t . And Iohn Dighton , the other bloody fiend , No man can tell how he came to his end : Thus God did pay these murtherers their ●ire , And hell-bred Pluto plagued them with fire .

A excellent Song , entituled , A penny-worth of Wit. To the tune of Labandelas●ot . IN ancient yeares as bookes expresse , Of old done deeds both more and lesse : A Merchant yong of tender yeares As by the sequell well appeares : a worthy woman tooke to wife right well brought vp , and void of strife , Could he with her haue been content , Great blessings might the Lord haue sent : But he an harlot loued more Wherewith his friends were vexed sore . In tract of time his chance it was , In Merchants wise the seas to passe : In lands right strange was his intent , With merchandize he forward went , and at his parting thought it méet , his concubine and quéene to gréet : And of her loue did sweetly pray , And fauour for to part away : With sighing semblance then quoth she , My deare ●●ll you depart from me . Then to his wedded wife he went , Saying dame what thing most excellent ▪ You are desirous for to haue , Of any thing that heart can craue : giue me your money to bestow , then from her purse she forth did draw , A faire coin●e penny verily , Wherewith she wild him Wi● to buy , Of other toyes small mind had she , But Iesu blesse your long iourney . This said , she wept ; then parted he , Thinking great scorne of her penny , But past ●he Seas and tooke ●he shore , And sped right well , what would we more , in many wares he did abound , of merchandize both good and sound , His ships well fraught he homward sent So well had he his substance spent : And for his concubine alacke , He had bestowed many a knacke . Then last his wife remembred he , And with his mates of merry glée , Unto a Tauerne forth they go : In ieasting sort the truth is so he said he should be much vnkind , her merchandi●e to leaue behind . But said the substance was so small , That it would buy not●ing at all : And thereat made a i●asting sport , To all that thither did resort . Not farre from thence on a feat right nigh , There was an old man sitting by , Who said good sir I can you shew , How you that penny shall bestow , for if you haue a wedded wife , I wish you haue her during life . A wife I haue indeed quoth he , And a Lemman faire and bright of blee , Whom I do trust , and euer shall , So constant is her loue withall . The old man answered at last , So soone as you the Seas haue past , Then put of all your faire array , And to your Lemmon take your way , saying that thou a Merchant great , did●● robbe , and wickedly er treat , And for his goods thou hast him slaine , And art persude therefore a maine : Now which of both doe pitty thow , With her abide in weale and woe . With that the penny forth he drew , Which to the old man straight he threw , Saying he would go trie the same So in short space he ouer came ▪ in cloathes rent too vile to see , vnto his Lemmans house went he . And softly knocked at her doore , But when she saw he was so poore , In fr●wning sort she turnd her backe , Perceiuing him to be in lacke . He said sweet Lemmon for Christ his sake , Upon me here some pitty take , Upon the Seas my goods I lost , My selfe in danger greatly toste , a Merchant murdered is and slaine , by meanes of me and of my traine : Wherefore sweet heart now pitty me , For need alacke , I come to thee , But she with words right fierce and fell , Said villaine , wretch adieu , farewell . Shall I giue succour to thy deed ? The Diuell grant thee ill to speed , Auoyde thou rascal● hence apace , Thy fact deserues to haue no grace , go home vnto that Gib thy wife , let her giue succour to thy life , For by the faith to God I owe , I meane the Officer shall know , Except from hence in hast thou packe : He turnd his face and cryde alacke . Then in that poore and simple array , Unto his wife he tooke his way , And told like tale as he before , Had vttered to his wicked whoore , and said sweet wife without your aide I feare I shall be soone betraid . My spowse quoth she , take you no griefe , A hundred pounds for your reliefe , I yet haue here for you in store When that is gone we will get more ▪ And for your pardon ▪ sir quoth she , I will make meanes as you shall see , And all your creditors will pray , To take with you a longer day , good friends I haue , take you no thought , this thing to passe shall well be brought . And as much goods as here before , They shall you giue or rather more , With that he did his wife embrace , And told her true in euery case . Together then that night they lay , And in the morning passing gay , This merc●ant did himselfe at●ire , In costly suits for his desire : with seruants two for his intent , vnto his Lemmans house he went , As by the way she did him spy , She ran and met him by and by , And said my loue for very shame , What moued you to worke th●● gaine . Why came you basely to my doore ? Why did you faigne your selfe so poore ? Sith you do know you haue my loue , And all my goods for your behooue ? She then with him did kisse and dally , as she was wont with ancient fally , My Lemmon deare he said againe , To me it hath been told right plaine , You haue another friend in store , Whom you doe loue at heart right sore . The Iewels which I gaue to you , He hath in hold I tell you true : Then vp she rose all in a braide , And all those things before him laide : he tooke them vp and cald his men , and said go get you home agen , With this apparell and this geare , She said what will you robbe me here , He tooke all things to hand that came , And bare all home vnto his Dame . And said behold my louing feere , See here these Iewels and this geere , Looke well thereon and do not spare , Here is a penny worth of ware : he told her likewise how and when , he had this counsell of a man : She saw those iewels did abound , In value worth a hundreth pound , They thanked God both , for his grace , And after liu'd in happy case . FINIS .

Titus Andronicus complaint . To the tune of Fortune . YOu noble minds and famous martiall wights , That in defence of natiue countrey fights : Giue eare to me that ten yeares fought for Rome . Yet reapt disgrace when I returned home . In Rome I liu'd in fame full threescore yeares . By name beloued deare of all his Peeres : Full fiue and twenty valiant sonnes I had , Whose forward vertues made their father glad· For when Romes foes their warlike forces felt , Against them still my sonnes and I were sent : Against the Gothes full ten yeares weary warre , We spent , receiuing many a bloody s●arre : Iust two and twenty of my sonnes were slaine Before we did returne to Rome againe : Of fiue and twenty sonnes I brought but three Aliue , the stately Towres of Rome to see . When warres were done I conquest home did bring , And did present my prisoners to the King The Queene of Go●h her sonnes and eke a Moore , Which did much murder like was nere before . The Emperour did make this Quéene his wife Which bred in Rome debate and deadly strife : The Moore with her two sonnes did grow so proude , That none like them in Rome was then alowd . The Moore so pleasd the new-made Empresse eye That she consented with him secretly : For to abuse her husbands marriage bed , And so in tune a blacke a moore she bred . Then she whose thoughts to murder were in●inde , Consented with the Moore with bloody minde : Against myselfe , my kin and all my friends In cruell fort to bring them to their ends . So when in age I thought to liue in peace , Both wo and griefe began then to increase : Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright , Which ioyde and pleased best my ages sight . My deare Lauina was betroth'd as than To Caesars sonne a yong and noble man : Who in a hunting by the Emperours wife , And her two sonnes bereaued were of life , He being slaine was cast in cruell wise Into a dismall den from light of skies : The cruell Moore did come that way as then , With my two sonnes who fell into that den . The Moore then fectht the Emperour with speed , For to accuse them of that murtherous deed : And then my sonnes within the den were found In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound . But now behold what wounded most my minde , The Emperours two sonnes of Tygers kinde : My daughter rauished without remorse , And tooke away her honour quite perforce . When they had tasted of so sweet a flower , Fearing their sweet should shortly turne to sowre , They cut her tongue , whereby she could not tell , How that dishonour vnto her befell . Then both her hands they falsely cut of quite , Where by their wickednesse she could not write , Nor with her needle on her sampler sow , The bloody workers of her direfull woe . My brother Marcus found her in a wood , Staining the grasse ground with purple bleed : That trickled from her stumps and handlesse armes , No tongue at all she had to tell her harmes . But when I saw her in that woefull case , With teares of blood I wet my aged fa●e : For my Lauinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before . When as I saw she could not write nor speake , With griefe my aged heart began to 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 th●se words vpon that plot of sand : The lustfull sonnes of the p●ou● Empresse , Are doers of this hatefull wickednesse . I tare the mi●ke-white haires from off my head I curst the houre wherein I first was ●red : I wisht my hand that fought for countries ●ame , In cradles rockt had first been stroke● 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 〈◊〉 wi●●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 ●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 , B●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 sl●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 fe●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 d●●●sde , ●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 ●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 ●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 w●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 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 . ● 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 la●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 lo●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 , ●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 ve●●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 ; p●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 ●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 se● 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 vn●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 ●ght . for which I lye and languish The pretty toyes she vsde to w●are , lie scattered now , some here , some there , ●ye me , aye me &c. So that the place when she suruiude , which was a place of pleasure , 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 de●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 case 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 g●●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 I le 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 ● 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 sho●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 cha●●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 f●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 ●angs of sicknes , Doth not that grip● , 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 ge● There is no returning Secret fates guide our state● Both in mirth and mourning . FINIS .

Loues Constancy . SInce Ar● I saw thy face I resolue , to honour and renowne yee : If now I be disdaind I wi●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 admird● 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 , is t 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 : ●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 be●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. ●le decke her tombe with flowers The rarest that ere was seene And with my teares as shewe●● 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 , 〈◊〉 lou● is not forgotten , Though Phillida be dead . Ding dong , &c. In sable will I mourne , The blacke shall be my wee●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 s●ndry coloured Rib●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 ●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 W●llowes , At my faire Phillis head . FINIS .

Coridons Resolution . THere is a Lady sweet and kinde Was neuer face so pleas●e my minde : ● did but see her passing by , And yet I loue her till I die . ●er iesture , motion , and her smiles ●er wit , her voyce my heart beguiles , Beguiles my heart I know not why , ●nd yet I loue her till I dye . ●ow I her fast betwixt mine armes ●udge you that thinke such sports were harmes , ●ert any harme , no fie , fie For I will loue her till I die . ●hould I remaine confined there , ●o long as Phoebus in his sphere : ● to request , she to deny ●et would I loue her till I die . ●upid is winged and doth range ●er countrey , so my loue doth change : But change she earth or change she skye , ●et will I loue her till I die , FINIS .

The Shepheards Dialogue of loue betweene Willy an● 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 ) ●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 though● most true ▪ Now hath changde me fo● a new . Cudd Well then since thy hap is so ▪ Take no ●a●e but let h●● go● ●hy hard hap doth min● appease ▪ ●●mpany doth sorrowes ease . Will. Then I will forget her loue , ●ince wantonly she false will proue : 〈◊〉 for her sake bid all adue , 〈◊〉 seldome women do proue true . 〈◊〉 for her sake I le sit and pi●e , 〈◊〉 she was once a Loue of mine : ●hich shall nere forgotten be , ●●ough I weare the Willow tree . 〈◊〉 . Heards man be aduised by me , ●ast of griefe and Willow tree : ●or thy greefe breeds her content , 〈◊〉 is pleasde if thou lament . 〈◊〉 Then I will be rulde by thee , ●here lies griefe and Willow tree : 〈◊〉 ●●rth I will do as they , 〈…〉 a new 〈◊〉 euery day ▪