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LIFE AND DEATH 
 
 OF 
 
 SIR CHRISTOPHER HATTON, 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 TO 
 
 PHILLIPS'S COMMEMORATION 
 
 ON THE 
 
 LIFE AND DEATH OF SIR C. HATTON 
 
 IKE the three preceding tradls, the prefent is areprint of a hitherto 
 unrecorded work, and of which no other copy is known. 
 
 The author, from bearing the fame names, and from pofTefT- 
 ing the fame talent for commemorating great people, feems to be the fame 
 John Phillips who wrote " Epitaphs " upon the following. I. On " the 
 Death of the Ladie MaioreiTe, late wyfe to the Lorde Alexander Auenet 
 [more properly Avenon], Lord Maior of London," 1570. II. On "the 
 Death of Sir William Garrat, chiefe Alderman of the Citie of London," 
 J 57 1. III. On "the Death of the Lady Margaret Duglafis good grace, 
 Countifle of Linnox," 1578. IV. On "the Death of Lord Henry 
 Wrifley [Wriothefley], Earle of Southampton," 1581. V. "The Life 
 and Death of Sir Phillip Sidney," 1587. 
 
 All of thefe works are excelTively rare. Truftworthy evidence on 
 this point is given by the late S. Leigh Sotheby, the eminent book- 
 au(5lioneer, who fays, in Jolley's Catalogue, part IV. p. 10, "that he had 
 no knowledge of the works of a poet named Phillips." 
 
 So much has been written about Sir Chriftopher Hatton, and the 
 romance of his elevation, that it is unneceflary to fay much concerning him 
 here. The account of his Life by Sir Harris Nicolas collects almoft all that 
 is known of his public career, but the prefent tra6l contains fome par- 
 ticulars which were beneath the dignity of a profefled biographer to record, 
 
ii Introduction to Phillips's Commemoration on the 
 
 even if he were acquainted with them. The amufing allufions to him and 
 his dancing powers in Gray's " Long Story " and Sheridan's " Critic," 
 will always keep his memory green, when it is forgotten that he was 
 made by his admiring Sovereign, to the aftonifhment of the court, a 
 Lord Chancellor without any knowledge of law. But an error as to the 
 date of his death is worth noticing for the purpofe of corredion. The 
 true date is 20 Nov., 1591. Moft biographers print it as 20 Sept., 1591 ; 
 but among the Burghley " State Papers " is a letter from him to the Earl 
 of EfTex, " Lord Generall of her Majefty's Forces in Normandy," dated 
 5th Oct. in that year. Eulogiums in rhyme — it is impofTible to dignify 
 them by the name of poetry — of courfe appeared as foon as the needy 
 and expedlant verfifiers-by-profeflion could produce them. The above 
 was, no doubt, the firft one publifhed. But another was written by the 
 noted Robert Greene, entitled " A Maidens Dreame. Upon the Death 
 of the right Honorable Sir Chriftopher Hatton, Knight, late Lord 
 Chancelor of England " ; which was entered in the Stationers' Regifters, 
 6th Dec, 1 59 1. Of this trad: only two copies are known to exift — one 
 of which is at Lambeth. 
 
 Although Hatton owed his rife entirely to the favour of Elizabeth, 
 who fhowed for him an almoft romantic affedion, which lafted many 
 years, and which he reciprocated, at lead in words, for nothing can exceed 
 the ardour of expreffion in his letters to her (thofe of the Queen to him, 
 unfortunately, have never been difcovered), yet he was, throughout his 
 career, one of the moft painftaking of her public fervants. He had 
 natural ftirewdnefs and mother-wit, and confiderable aptitude for bufinefs, 
 which ftood him in greater ftead than book-learning. He was returned 
 to Parliament for Higham-Ferrers, and afterwards having become member 
 for the county of Northampton, he was the organ of Government in the 
 Lower Houfe. His adivity was exhibited in pafling through it the Bill 
 under which Mary Queen of Scots was to be tried, and he fat on the bench 
 as a Commiftioner at the preliminary trials of Babington and the other 
 confpirators. He was, alfo, one of the Judges for the trial of Mary ; 
 and it was by his artful perfuafion that ihe was induced to withdraw her 
 
Life and Death of Sir C. Hatton. iii 
 
 refufal to recognife the authority of the tribunal. It was now that he was 
 created Lord Chancellor; the occupation of which difficult poft, it was 
 thought by his aftute rivals, would effedlually prevent him from interfering 
 with their own felfifh plans. How creditably — owing to good manage- 
 ment — he filled the office, is well known. 
 
 He was not deflined, however, to die a happy or a wealthy man. 
 The Queen, a fhort time before his deceafe, peremptorily infifled — as 
 was her wont in fuch cafes — on his repaying her large fums of money 
 which fhe had provided for the purpofe of his advancement years before. 
 This he was unable fuddenly to do. But her changed condud, amounting 
 to cruelty, fo afFe<5ted him that he took to his bed. She then vifited him, 
 and endeavoui^ed to comfort him ; but his heart was broken, and he 
 departed this life at the comparatively early age of fifty-two. 
 
 The following eulogy of Hatton may not inappropriately clofe this 
 notice. It is extraded from a fcarce work printed in Cambridge, 1595, 
 (which alfo contains one of the earlieft notices of Shakefpeare, as well as 
 references to other contemporary poets), entitled " Polimanteia, or the 
 Meanes lawfuU and vnlawfull, to judge of the Fall of a Common- wealth, 
 againft the friuolous and foolifh coniedures of this Age. Whereunto is 
 is added a letter from England to her three Daughters, Cambridge, 
 Oxford, Innes of Court, and to all the reft of her Inhabitants. By 
 W. C." Thefe initials are affigned in the Bodleian Catalogue, 1843, to 
 Wm. Clarke. 
 
 " Then name but Hatton^ the Mufes fauorite : the Churches mufick : 
 Learnings Patron, my once poore Hands ornament : the Courtiers grace, 
 the Schollars countenance, and the Guardes Captaine. 'Thames I dare 
 auouch wil become teares: the fweetefl perfumes of the Court will bee 
 fad fighes: euerie adlion fhall accent griefe ; honor and eternitie fhall 
 flriue to make his tombe, and after curious fkill and infinite coft, ingraue 
 this with golden letters. Minus merito: the fainting Hind vntimely chafde 
 [his Crefl] fhall trip towards heauen, and tandem ft fhall be vertues mot." 
 
 Spenfer's Sonnet to Hatton, prefixed to the 'Faerie Queene,' is too 
 well known to require quotation. 
 
AC 
 
 ommcmoration 
 
 on the life and death of the right Ho^ 
 nourable, Sir Chriftopher Hacton^. 
 Kni^t'iUte Lord Chmicellor 
 of England. 
 
 Wlierin triumphant Trueth reuiueth his me- 
 moriefrom the grauc: exhort wgNobilitiey Gen- 
 rrie,andcUictifiill Subic£ls,to continue their 
 obedience to God and her Maic{lie,and 
 topreuent by pollicicthcpcnl- 
 lom pra^lifes ofeuery ciud 
 and forrain enemy. 
 
 Published by lohn Phillips, 
 Fidentifperata cedunt. 
 
 LONDON 
 
 Printcdfor Edward White. 1 5 j t 
 
TO TEE RIGHT n^ORSHlPFVL 
 Sir William Hatton Knight, Sonne adopted 
 
 andHeire to the right honourable Sir Chriftophcr 
 
 fJattortthtc LordChaiinceller oi England, 
 
 Uhn Phillips wiflieth the fcarc of 
 
 GocI,cotinuance of hclth, 
 
 with incrcafc of wor* 
 
 (hip&vercuc. 
 
 T hath beene in all times 
 (right worfhipfull) a princi- 
 ciple obferued, that publick 
 and apparant vertues in per- 
 fons deceafed, haue neuer 
 been buried in obliuion, but 
 
 ^^ ^ ^^ ^ haue alwaies been recorded 
 
 and left to pofterities : the end only this, that they 
 who ftill Hue, by apt imitation, might be pradi- 
 fers of like vertues. Which in my felfe confide- 
 red, I concluded, that great vnkindnes to God, and 
 iniurie to remayning Subiedts fhould be offered, 
 if thevertuous'life and death of this right hono- 
 rable deceafed Lord, fhould not be emblazoned. 
 To God vnkind,if he, as the author, fhould not be 
 acknowledged, the caufe efficient of all thefe rich 
 graces, wherewith he was inuefled: & iniurie to 
 furuiuing fubieds, if there fhould not be comme- 
 
 A 2 moration 
 
The Epiflle De die at ore. 
 
 moration of his (more then naturall vertues) as by 
 recordation whereof, they might walke & tread 
 the fame way and path. My felfe I confefTe, am 
 the leaft of others, and moft vnable to perfourme 
 what I wifh, yet wil I not be the laft that Ihall vfe 
 endeuour to eifed: what I may. (With hoping 
 that you would accept) I prefumed tothruft forth 
 this fmall Pinnace, fraught with fimple marchan- 
 dize, into the harbor of your worfhips protefti- 
 on : alTuring my felfe, that as the pureft Emerauld 
 fhineth brighteft when it hath no oile, fb Trueth 
 will delight you, though bafely apparrelled. The 
 fhorteft and moft clowdie day, is a day as well as 
 the longeft and brighteft, when the fun is in the 
 height of his Horizon. Pardon then I beefeech 
 you, wherein I haue prefumed, and accept (I moft 
 humblie craue) what here I haue prefeted : which 
 if your worftiip vouchfafe, Trueth concludes, her 
 felfe fufficiently graced, and my felfe moft happy 
 which haue beene her pen-man. Of this refting 
 my felfe afllired, I ftiall continuallie pray for the 
 increafe of your worihip, that both in this 
 life you may haue your harts defire, 
 and in the end, fruition of thofe 
 ioyes that are endlefte. 
 
 Tour worfhips moji duetifull 
 to cmmaund 
 
 I. Phillips. 
 
A COMMEMORATION OF THE 
 
 life and death of Sir Chrijiopher Hatton^ knight, 
 
 Lord Chancellor of England. 
 
 YOu noble peeres, my natiue Countrimen, 
 I need not fhew to you my bloud nor birth: ■ 
 
 As duft I was, I turne to duft agen, 
 I go before, but you muft to the earth. 
 Yet when, or how, to you it is vnknowne: 
 For be you fure the earth doth claime her owne. 
 
 It is not gold, nor treafures that are vaine, 
 can you preferue when that the time is come: 
 
 Your houfes gay wherin you do remaine, 
 
 can you not fhield from Gods decreed doome. 
 
 As I am dead, fo likewife you fhall die : 
 
 But learn by death with me to liue on hie. 
 
 Though gaping graue inclofe my Corps in clay, 
 
 and filent I reft couered clofe in mould: X 
 
 Yet from my fhrine Trueth ftriues both night and day, 
 to you my mind (good Lords) for to vnfould. 
 
 Whereto if cafe you vouch to yeeld regard : 
 
 Your felues with right, I truft, wil me reward. 
 
 Which of you could with Hatton finde a claufe, 
 
 or fay that he vniuft or faithlefle was? /J 
 
 Did he not liue according to the lawes? 
 and on the earth his daies in duetie pafle? 
 
 Was not his care fet on his God for aye? 
 
 And did not he his foueraigne Queen obay ? 
 
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 Was not his hart bent for his Countries weale? 
 
 did he not ftil euen from his tender youth 
 With rich and poore vpright and iuftly deale, 
 
 and cloath himfelfe in robes of tried trueth? 
 If this be true, as no man can denie : 
 Fame faith he liues, although our Hatton die. 
 
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Where he might help he would be helping ftill, 
 where he might hurt he neuer would do harme: 
 ; His chiefeft care was to doe good for ill, 
 
 thus God with grace did gentle Hatton arme. 
 No trecherous thought could harbor in his breft: 
 The fruites of faith in him were aye expreft. 
 
 The worlde knowes wel Trueth tels a tale moft true, 
 the heauens aboue of this do witnes beare: 
 / Though Momus mates, and Zoilus do purfue 
 
 fcandals with fcorne againft the iuft to reare. 
 But fuch doe weaue themfelues a web of woe : 
 For Trueth triumphs, who works their ouerthrow. 
 
 In luftie youth he lou'd the barbed fteede, 
 / and He^or-\\yit would breake the manly launce: 
 
 ^ For martiall a6ls furnamed Mars indeed 
 
 was Hatton fweete, that manhood did aduaunce. 
 At tilt the prize and praife he duely wan: 
 His might in armes they felt that with him ranne. 
 
 At turney he and barriers did excell, 
 
 fome peeres in arms haue borne his battring blowes 
 1 In court and towne he was beloued well, 
 
 a fcourge he was vnto his Soueraignes foes. 
 Faith was the fhield that worthy Hatton bare: 
 Whofe like fcarce Hues, his vertues were fo rare. 
 
 Should Trueth then dread to fpread his vertues out, 
 that for his deedes hath wonne deferued praife.'' 
 i^ Her cheareful voice, with courage bold and ftout, 
 throughout the world his lafting laud fhall raife. 
 And moue thereby the minds of noble men 
 To high attempts, to win them honor then. 
 
 Where might the fick, the fore, the halt and blind, 
 \\ reape more reliefe then happy Hatton gaue.? 
 
 To fuiters poore he euer was moft kind, 
 
 he fought difpatch that they with Prince might haue 
 
 Then 
 
Then Lordings learn his fteddy fteps to trace: 
 With God and Prince you thus fhal purchafe grace. 
 
 Thus for his loue, his faith and tried trueth, 
 he of the Guard, by our moft grations Queene 
 
 Was chieftaine made, who firmly held his oath, j 2- 
 
 from Hattons hart faiths fruites to flow were (qqiiq. 
 
 A chieftaine kind he to the Guard was found: 
 
 Whofe want, with grief their tender harts doth wound 
 
 He fought all meanes to wifh and work their weale, 
 
 to doe them good he took no fmall delight: 
 In their caufe he with our good Queen did deale, I 5 
 
 t' augment their wage he did all that he might. 
 From fixteen pence, to twenty pence a day : 
 Whil'ft world doth lafl; he did reduce their pay. 
 
 And by the day three moneths in the yeare, 
 
 two fhillings he for them obtaind indeed: i j 
 
 Such feruent loue in him did ftill appeare, 
 that they him found a fort in time of need. 
 
 Their wrongs he fought by {kil for to redrefTe: 
 
 His loue with teares Trueth fhows they can exprefTe. 
 
 In wifdoms bower he did obtayn his feat, 
 
 whofe lore to learn he did his time imploy : 
 And God from heauen with his graces moft great, 
 
 in mercies milde fought to augment his ioy. 
 For vertues vfe wherein he took delight: 
 Our gratious Queen did dub our Hat ton knight. 
 
 Difcreet he was, and wary in his wayes, 
 
 rafhly to fpeak at no time he thought fit: , 
 
 In faith and feare he fpent his Pilgrims dayes, / ^^ 
 
 for common weale he did imploy his wit. 
 
 Where Syno fought his treafons to inure: 
 
 His cenfures graue conuinced the impure. 
 
 And as from Trueth at no time he did erre. 
 
 but 
 
but truely fought the Trueth for to vphold : 
 ^ He had a care his feruants to preferre, 
 
 ' the good found grace, the wicked he controld. 
 
 The poore opprefl: he wifely did defend: 
 And on the poore a portion he did fpend. 
 
 Belou'd of all he was for vertues vfe, 
 
 the grafts of grace in Hat tons breft did grow : 
 *^fi By wifdoms lore he brideled all abufe, 
 
 and did himfelf a loyall Subieft fhow. 
 Thus he with God did grace and fauour find: 
 Whofe facred trueth he planted in his mind. 
 
 And with our Queen that princely Phenix rare, 
 whofe like on earth hath fildome times bin feen, 
 \*^ He was efteemd and fet by for his care, 
 
 as noble Peeres that aie haue trufty been. 
 Vizcechamberlain her HighnefTe Hatton made: 
 Whofe tried trueth could neuer faile ne fade. 
 
 The curfed curres of Catalin vnkind, 
 
 that did confpire againft her Royall Grace: 
 l' And to fubuert the State did beare in mind, 
 
 with might and maine he fought for to difplace. 
 Thofe wily Wolues vntrufty to the Crown: 
 By luftice he threw topfie turuie down. 
 
 Our princely Queen whome God from danger faue, 
 of Counfaile hirs, did Hatton fure ele(5l : 
 1 'i Who ^y^^^^-like did vfe his cenfures graue, 
 
 the good to fhield, the wicked to correal. 
 And as he was adornd with graces great: 
 So fate he fafe in honors blisfuU feate. 
 
 Lx)rd Chanceler then her Grace did him ordaine, 
 Which charge with care he wifely did difcharge, 
 \^ For fuccour fweet none came to him in vaine, 
 
 good confcience had her fcope to goe at large. 
 The right of might need not to ftand in awe : 
 Ne would he trueth fliould be defaft by lawe. 
 
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 Affedion could in Hat ton beare no fway, 
 
 No giftes nor gold might once corrupt his minde : 
 
 Fraude to fubuert, he ftudied night and day, 
 
 To equitie his heart was aye enclinde. 
 
 Where confcience was corrupt and found vncleane, 
 to vanquifh he, by wifedome fought the meane. 
 
 OppreiTed men from daunger he did fhielde. 
 
 Their wofull wronges he wifely did redreffe; [ 
 
 In deepe difpaire fweete comfort hee did yeelde, Z- ^ 
 
 To eafe their griefe that languijfht in diftrefle. 
 
 And where as Trueth durft fcarcely fhewe her face, 
 Fraude was fubdude, and foyled with difgrace. 
 
 The Lawes he fought, with confcience for to vfe. 
 
 Triumphant Trueth, he feated in her throne: 
 
 To heare the poore he neuer did refufe. 
 
 Right glad he was to helpe them to their owne. 
 
 Wrongs went to wracke. Craft could no harbour finde. 
 To maintain trueth our Hatton was enclinde. 
 
 Thus Lordings all his life you may beholde. 
 That liuing heare hath wonne deferued fame : , 
 
 And though his corps lye couered clofe in molde, ^ ** 
 
 In Court and towne fhdl Hue his fpotlefTe name. 
 
 Death dies in him, his vertues death hath flaine. 
 
 And hee by death eternall life dooth gaine. 
 
 Yet from his graue, Trueth dooth you all exhort, 
 To lincke your hearts and mindes in loyall loue : 
 Let faith in you builde fuch a famous fort. 
 That nothing may from trueth your mindes remooue. 
 Though Pope and Spaine, againft your peace doe iarre, 
 Withftand their rage, prepare your your felues to warre. 
 
 Clap Corflets on, your ftanderds take in hande. 
 Your barbed fteedes beftride with courage ftoute: 
 Brandifh your fwordes, fight for your natiue lande. 
 By Seas and fhores befet your foes about. 
 
 Nowe is the time where honour may be founde. 
 
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Thinke on the ads, your Aunceftours haue doone. 
 
 Hafte to your fhippes, hoyfe failes in name of God, 
 Man you your coaft, march after warhke Drumme: 
 fe\ Your Enfignes braue, each where difplay abroade, 
 
 Downe with your foes, that for your fpoyles doe come. 
 
 Take Lyons hearts, feare not your hatefull foes; 
 
 But let them feele, your manly battering blowes. 
 
 They come to facke, your Citties, Fortes, and Towres, 
 Your Wiues and maides they purpofe to deflowre : 
 l.^i Stande to it then, and cracke thofe crakers crown es. 
 
 That thinke to win ybur wealth, within an howre. 
 Be bolde in God, and neuer turne your backes. 
 But beard thofe braues, that mind to worke your wracks. 
 
 You are, and haue beene feared ouer all, 
 England's an He, of ftoute and hardie men: 
 >j^^. Be ftronge in faith, your foes downe right fhall fall, 
 
 ■^ For one of you, in armes fhall vanquifh ten. 
 
 You fight for God, and God your guide fhall be. 
 And from the handes of enemies fet you free. 
 
 Richard the firfl, of England famous King, 
 • Good Lordings vouch, to call vnto your minde: 
 
 'tjt Whofe Martiall ads, throughout the World dooth ring. 
 
 The Heathen rout, of Pagans moft vnkinde 
 
 His force haue felt; whofe manly conquering hand. 
 No Pagan proud was able to withftand. 
 
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 And then fhall Spayne, a fincke of deadly finne. 
 Or raging Rome, a cage of Birdes vncleane : 
 Be bane of you and yours, as they beginne.'' 
 Or from your heads, the creft of glorie gleane. 
 
 As yerfl of yore, plucke vp thofe rotten weedes ; 
 
 Let heauen and earth, record thofe conquering deedes. 
 
 Edward the third, your King of rich renowne, 
 M\ Againft the French did vfe his conquering fworde : 
 
 Mauger their beardes, he did pofTefTe their Crowne, 
 
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The French were faine, to ferue him as their Lord. 
 Take courage then, maintaine your Countries right, 
 Gainft Rabftca, in Gods name enter fight. 
 
 Henry the fift, I wifh you not forget, 
 At Agent Court, thinke what a field he fought : 
 When all the powre of Fraunce him round befet. 
 Ten thoufand men, them to fubiedion brought. 
 
 Though night before, they Bonfires great did make, 
 And made their boaftes, what prifoners they would take. 
 
 But they that bragge of conqueft and renowne. 
 
 Before the fielde be fought, or truft their ftrength: 
 
 We fee the Lord in moment can caft downe. 
 
 And giue the weak'ft the vidlorie at length. 
 
 Though Englands King, and his, they bought and fblde, 
 The French were flaine, though they to brag were bold. 
 
 Then though to Spaine, the Pope haue giuen your land, 
 And your good Queene depofed from her Crowne : 
 A conqueft win, your weapons take in hand. 
 The pelting pope, and Spaniards proude beate downe. 
 As earft to fore, you Conquerers haue beene 
 Through world, now let, your coquering deedes be {cttiQ. 
 
 What Nation yet, that menac'ft you with warre. 
 
 But you haue met, and giuen the vtter foile : 
 
 Snaffle thofe Coultes, that at your peace doe iarre, _ ^ f 
 
 And beard thofe braues that labour for your fpoile. 
 Fight for your felues, your wiues and Children now. 
 To ftraungers Yoakes, your neckes doe neuer bow. 
 
 Thus Trueth her charge, to rich and poore hath tolde, 
 
 From this good Lord, whofe life to you is knowne: 7/. 
 
 And Trueth to you fuch ty dings will ynfolde, "^ 
 
 As may enforce both yonge and olde to moane. 
 
 Marke Hattons ende, whom death from vs hath reft. 
 Yet he good name to conquer death hath left. 
 
 Thus as in health, in trueth he God did praife, ^ 
 
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 In fickenes his, he did extoll his name, 
 ^^ His hope was heauen, by faith on Chrift he ftaies. 
 
 And battaile dooth gainft finne and hell proclaime. 
 Rebelling flefh he manly did fubdue. 
 And in fweete Chrift his health he did renue. 
 
 Moft like a Lambe amidft his greeuous paine, 
 He beares the CrofTe that God vpon him laide : 
 ^ With patience hee his anguifties fuftaines, 
 
 In extreamft griefe moft faithfully he praide. 
 
 Chrift was the rocke, whereon he fought to builde. 
 All other meanes this Chriftian Lord exilde. 
 
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 Thus in Gods trueth his heart and minde was ftaide. 
 
 He ftudied ftill to exercife his Lawe : 
 
 By-pathes to treade he euer was affraide. 
 
 Of iudgement he did alwaies ftande in awe. 
 
 His Lord and God, right glad hee was to ferue. 
 He from his heafts, of purpofe would not fwerue. 
 
 Thus fpent this Lord his time in his diftrefTe, 
 On Gods fweete will he alwaies did depende: 
 To handfaft Chrift by faith he foorth did preafe. 
 And he through grace, did fweete releife him fende. 
 
 Though bodie his, were feeble, faint, and weake ; 
 
 His foule was ftrong, Chrift kept the fame from wreake. 
 
 When phificke fought, his health for to recure. 
 He held Gods word the phificke for the Spirite : 
 From thence he dranke fuch precious water pure. 
 As in the heauens augmented his delight. 
 
 Yet phificke fhew'd on him her wonted skill. 
 But all in vaine, for God muft haue his will. 
 
 Our gratious Queene, of curtefie the flowre, 
 Faire Englands Gem : of lafting bliffe and ioye : 
 Whom God long fhielde with arme of might and powre, 
 From all her foes that would worke her annoye. 
 
 From Rich mount came, this Lord for to releeue; 
 
 Whofe Princely fight great comfort did him giue. 
 
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All meanes fhe fought to worke her Hattons eafe, 
 Moft louing wordes fhe gaue the ficke and weake: 
 Her Highnes voice his griefes did much appeafe, ' 
 
 His heat reuiu'de to heare her HighnefTe fpeake. 
 Phifitions then, had charge to fhewe their skill 
 Vpon this Lord, as they would win good will. 
 
 And they with care, (as fubiedls to her Grace) 
 
 Obedient were, to waite vpon their cure : W "7 
 
 On whom they wrought, God knowes a certaine fpace, 
 
 Deuifing howe, their health he might procure. 
 Fiue daies our Queene remain'd with the deftreft, 
 Who thought himfelfe through her for to be bleft. 
 
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 She tooke her leaue and bad this Lord farewell. 
 And he to heauen with handes outftretched hie: 
 Calles vnto him, that in the heauens dooth dwell. 
 With grace from heauen her Highnes to fupplie. 
 Long Hue faide he, moft gratious Queene in peace, 
 God make thee ftronge, the rage of foes to ceafe. 
 
 Thus praide our Queene to God to fende him health, 
 And he to heauen for her fafegard dooth call : ^ ^ 
 
 That long fhe might liue in the common wealth. 
 To fhield the good and bring the bad to thrall. 
 
 He tooke his leaue of his moft gratious Queene, 
 
 And praifed God fhe had his comfort beene. 
 
 Phifitions then did on this Lord attend. 
 
 And graue diuines were euer at his hand: ,^^, 
 
 But that which God dooth minde to bring to end, "^ 
 
 Its vaine for man to gain fay or withftand. 
 
 His hope was heauen, his truft was in Gods fonne; 
 
 Small was the eafe, that he by phificke wonne. 
 
 Time pafTeth on, and calles this Lord away. 
 The Sexten waights to ring his dolefull Knell: <7 
 
 But he prepares himfelfe to watch and pray. 
 He leaues the world, and hopes with Chrift to dwell. 
 And as by Chrift in trueth this Lord was taught, 
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 With th'oyle of faith his Lampe was fully fraught. 
 
 Securely he, to fleepe thought it not meete, 
 M^ The fleepe of finne, he did abandon quite: 
 
 He look't for Chrifl, His Lord and Sauiour (weete. 
 His hope and truft in his deere death was pight. 
 His wedding Roabes with ioy he did prouide, 
 In hope to feafl; with Chrift and his fweete Bride. 
 
 What were the words he to the world did leaue.'' 
 , ti He by his will all things in order fet : 
 
 ^ f He fought no man of duetie to deceiue; 
 
 His hope was Chrift, from him he comfort fet. 
 And as he had beene euerie poore mans friend. 
 So he in minde the poore had to his end. 
 
 The Schooles of flcill, where fcience dooth abound. 
 He thought vppon: and dayly had in minde 
 Poore Captiues that in clogs of care are bound, 
 To eafe their griefe he fome releife aflignde. 
 His feruants all, whofe loue to him was tender. 
 For feruice doone, he duely did remember. 
 
 But waxing faint, and drawing to his ende. 
 He leaues his Queene vnto the Lord of might : 
 Defiring him, from griefe her to defende; 
 And all her foes to foile and put to flight. 
 
 From treafons vilde, and Traytors, Lord her faue. 
 And let thy Trueth, through world her paflage haue. 
 
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 Farewell my Peeres, the Lord God be your guide. 
 Her Counfell graunt, with thy grace to diredt:. 
 That they a falue may day by day prouide. 
 To fliielde the good, and cut off the infed:. 
 
 Her Highnes weale, God make them ftill to minde, 
 And to roote vp rebellious plants vnkinde. 
 
 You manly Knights and Gentlemen adue, 
 i^, Be ftronge in Trueth, and conftant to your Queene : 
 
 Farewell to you good Subieds iuft and true, 
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 Nowe from your hearts let loyaltie be feene. 
 Vpholde the ftate, be Fillers found of truft: 
 Falfe not your fayth, to God and Prince be iuft. 
 
 Be not feduc'ft, by any popiih meane ; 
 
 Abhorre and hate their dodlrine moft vnpure : ^, 
 
 Thofe raikall Priefts, as Traitors holde vncleane, ^y 
 
 That would you from obeyfance due allure. 
 
 Cleaue you to Chrift, let Pope and blind guides goe, 
 They fpeake of peace, but minde your ouerthrowe. 
 
 Thus time in Trueth runne ouer faft away. 
 And fickenes fliarpe gaue more and more increafe: 
 And death dooth waite, to clofe his corpes in clay, 
 But he for grace, to call dooth neuer ceafe. 
 
 Sweete Chrift I fue, for mercie vnto thee; 
 
 Bo we downe thine eare, from hell my foule fet free. 
 
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 His fonne adopt. Sir William Hatton Knight, 
 
 He dooth exhort obediently to liue: 
 
 In God and Trueth he wils him to delight, ^ 
 
 And to his Prince her honour due to giue. 
 
 Thus fhalt thou win deferued praife and fame, 
 
 And fpotlefTe keepe for euer Hattons name. 
 
 And thankes to you my Seruants for your paine, 
 
 Hencefoorth for mee you may take eafe and reft: 
 
 I fee with you I ftiall not long remaine. 
 
 For death to facke my life is prefent preft. 
 But pray my faith in Chrift may neuer faile. 
 Life is no lofte, death workes for mine auaile. 
 
 And now fweete death moft welcome vnto mee. 
 
 Thy ftroakes ne can, ne ftiall me once difmay : 
 
 No griefe but ioy, I ftiall obtaine by thee, .'-^ 
 
 Although thou come to take my life away. 
 Yet Chrift to me a Crowne of life will giue. 
 Death dies in his, and his with him ftiall liue. 
 
 I call to thee, O Chrift my Sauiour come, / ^ 
 
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 My filly foule into thy bofome take : 
 t. And in the great and dreadfull day of doome, 
 
 ■ A member of thy kingdome Lord me make. 
 
 I come to thee; thy Seruaunt Lord receiue. 
 My corps to clay, my foule to thee I leaue. 
 
 O happie Lord that made fo good an end, 
 1 Thy Queene thy want, with noble Peeres dooth waile: 
 
 .:> Thy fonne adopt, laments his deereft friend, 
 
 Drie dumpes of dole, conftraines his ioy to faile. 
 Poore Suters weepe, thy feruants penfiue are; 
 The needie poore with teares, their woes declare. 
 
 Thus Trueth the trueth hath fet before your eyes. 
 His life and death moft truely is fet downe : 
 And let the trueth both rich and poore fuffice. 
 Who fpreades his praife, in euery Port and Towne. 
 A godly life he ledde vpon the earth. 
 And in Gods feare did render vp his breath. 
 
 Then Lordings yeelde in weedes of wailefuU woe. 
 To bring his corps vnto the gaping graue: 
 Hee's gone before, the way he dooth you fliowe, 
 And you your felues of life no charter haue. 
 
 Then thinke on death, which way fo ere you wend. 
 He foUowes you, your pilgrimage to ende. 
 
 Thus though this Lord vnto the world be dead. 
 His faith in Chrift the ioyes of heauen hath wonne : 
 ^ \ Sinne, Hell, and Death, he vnder feete dooth treade. 
 
 And hues in blifi'e, with Chrift; Gods onely fonne. 
 Then Lordings chaunge your griefes to ioye againe. 
 For Nation liues and death in him is flaine. 
 
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