A ninuectyue [sic] agaynst treason

❧ An inuectyue agaynst Treason ¶ Remember well , o mortall man , to whom god geueth reason How he truly most ryghtfully , doth alwayes punyshe treason . COnsyderyng oft the state of man , and of this mort all lyfe which is but short , and very ful of mutabylyte I called to remembraunce , the hateful war and stryle Which hath ben don within this realme thrugh gret iniquite In clymyng to achyue the crowne , & reyal dingnyte Of this kyngdome now called England , but somtyme greate bretain And howe by false and ranke craycours , the kynges they haue ben slayne . What moued the Duke of Glocester , Edwarde the fourthes brother Of his two natural Neuewes , by lyneall dissent . Sekyng of them distruction , and also of the queene their mother , But that he the ryghtfull rayne of them , he falsely myght preuent Styll workynge tyl he had brought to passe , his false and yll encent by murtherynge the innocentes , that he him selfe myght raygne Yet lyke a noughty false traytour , at Boseworth was he slayne . He neuer rested tyll he had , made away his owne naturall brother George the good duke of clarence , that noble prince truly Causyng the kynge to graunt therto , for it wolde be none other For which wycked fact sone afterwarde , the kynge was ryght sory That in a but of Malmesey , the man was forst to dye Within the towre aswel was knowen , the story is ryght playne Yet at the last this ranke traytour , at bose worth was he slayne . ¶ He ekesle we with a short dagger , that mylde Henry the sext Remaynynge in the towre vntyl , his lyfe he did there end That he to were the crowne therby , myght surely be the next Thus to murther and false treason , he dyd him selfe extende Vntyll suche tyme most ryghtfully , god brought him to his ende Leuyng hym in tyranny , no lenger for to raygne But at the last for his desartes , at Boseworth was he slayne . Lyke treasone to our last Henry , was wrought by haynous spyghe By olde Hemson and by Dudley , as traytours most vntrue At Rychemond was their full entent . to haue distroyd him quyght That their malicious purpose , myght there forthwith ensue But god out of this present lyfe , awaye them streyght he drue Takyng their heades from their bodyes , which thyng is most certayne So not vnlyke to false traytours , they both were iustly slayne Yet many treasons mo were done . agaynst this noble kynge By dyuers men of wyckednes , as is most euydent But god alwayes of his goodnes , reueled their dowynge So that theyr euyl deuysed thynges , he euer dyd preuent That no myscheuous traytour could , obtayne his owne entent But al theyr crafty false treasons , which deuelyshely they wrought Were ryght sone serched out truly , and ryght sone brought to nought But out alas the noughty sede , of traytours hath increased And spronge vp very hastely , nowe in his sonnes dayes Edwarde the syxt forsoth I meane , whom god hath now displaced Which sought and mynded goddes glory , entendyng vertuous wayes With him and his two vncles deare , they made dyuers assayes Vntyll such tyme as they cought them , in theyr most crafty trayne And so workyng most wyckedly , the ryghteous haue they slayne . At last they dyd attempt agaynst , theyr lyege Lady and Queene : Mary by the grace of god , of Englande and of Fraunce And also ryght heyre of Irelande , most comly to be sene , Whom the myghty lorde preserue , from all hurt and myschaunce For she to ioyful godlynes . ledeth the parfect daunce Whom god at her great nede doth helpe , workynge nothyng in vayyne Subdueth to her , her enemies al , which wrought with dredful crayne : When they forth went lyke men they were , most fearefull to beholde Of force and eke of pusaunt power . they semed very stronge In theyr attemptes also they were , both fearse and wonders bolde If god wolde haue ben helper to such , as stryueth in the wronge But at the last he helped vs , though we thought it ryght longe The Nobles here proclaymed her queene , in voydyng of all blame Wherfore prayse we the lorde aboue , and mangnyfie his name . Which thyng was done the .xix. day , of this moneth of Iuly The yere of God .xv. hundred fyfty addynge thre In the Cytie of glad London , proclaymed most ioyfully Where cappes and syluer plenteously , about the stretes dyd slye The greatest ioy and most gladnes , that in this realme myght be The trumpetres blewe vp all on hye , our Maries royall fame Let vs therfore styll gloryfy , and prayse his holy name . The nobles all consented than , together with one accorde To go to Paules churche euery man , to gyue thankes vnto the lorde Wheras they harde a songe of praise , as custome it hath bene To rendre thankes to god alwayes , for the victorie of our queene . Suche there was made in euery strete , as no man can expresse In settyng forth wyne and plentie of meate : and fyers of much gladnes Such myrth was made in euery place : as the lyke was neuer seene That god had shewed on vs his grace : in geuyng a ryghtful queene And where as he went forth full glad , as prince both stout and bolde He came a traytourin full sad , with hart that myght be colde The same whom al before dyd feare , and were in most subiection The people wolde in peeces teare , yf they myght haue election . The same for whom before they prayde , reuyled was and curste And he that longe the swynge hath swayde , was now most vyle & worst We se therfore the ouerthrowe , of al theyr wicked wayes Howe wicked might is brought furlowe , to gods great Laude & prayse , God saue the Queene . ꝙ . T. W. Finis .