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 FREDERIC OUVRY, ESQ., 
 
 TREASURER OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES, 
 LONDON, 
 
 THIS TRIFLING TRIBUTE OF HIGH RESPECT 
 AND SINCERE AFFECTION 
 
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 J. PAYNE COLLIER. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 HE greater number of Ballads in the 
 enfuing fmall affemblage is from the 
 editor's colle6lion : one or two have been 
 derived from other private fources, and 
 perhaps, as many from manufcript copies made 
 forty, or even fifty, years ago. It will be found 
 that they all poffefs fome features of intereft, while 
 only a few, it muft be owned, are worthy of pre- 
 fervation for their own feparate and poetical merits. 
 Mofh of them are unique, but two may be looked 
 upon as unknown fecond editions of popular produc- 
 tions, which had jufl previoufly appeared. Others 
 eftablifh the fa6l that our old ftationers, now and 
 then, reforted for attra6live broadfides to works of a 
 more permanent defcription. 
 
 Twenty years fmce, in the introduftion to a volume 
 called " A Book of Roxburghe Ballads," the prefent 
 editor entered tolerably fully into the origin and pro- 
 
11 PREFACE. 
 
 grefs of what may be called ftreet-ballad-llteratiire in 
 this country. He has now little to add to that effay, 
 which (howed that public ballad Tinging was well re- 
 ceived and underflood about the middle of the reign 
 of Henry VHI ; but the following woodcut, derived 
 from Caxton's '* Mirror of the World," which obvi- 
 oufly reprefents two ftreet-performers, male and 
 female, one finging and the other playing, may carry 
 us back at least to the year 1481. 
 
 It would not. we think.be difficult to eftablifh that 
 
PREFACE. Ill 
 
 fuch performances commenced with the commence- 
 ment of our popular lyrical poetry. Upon this point it 
 is not our purpofe here to enlarge ; but, coming down 
 to the reign of Philip and Mary, we may note that 
 our llatute-book contains evidence that the public 
 authorities of that day took vigorous meafures to 
 reftrain or fupprefs ballad-printing and ballad-finging, 
 as objectionable upon both religious and political 
 confiderations. 
 
 Our feries, if fuch it can be called, begins at about 
 this period, although it comprifes no fpecimen of pre- 
 cifely that kind : our firft and fecond pieces are merely 
 love-poems, our third is purely religious, and our 
 fourth focial, political and religious : if we miftake 
 not, it is one of the moft fingular early lyrical 
 fatires in our language ; and being found only at 
 Lambeth, it is not unlikely that it was forbidden by 
 the archbifhop and other perfons connecfled with the 
 government, although ftill preferved in the library 
 The figure of R. Copland, the printer, which we have 
 placed at the end of it, was his own reprefentation of 
 his perfonal appearance, prefixed to one of the 
 works iffued from his prefs. It is not, however, our 
 intention here to notice other peculiarities belonging 
 
IV PREFACE. 
 
 to produ6lions in the hands of the reader, becaufe in 
 our brief notes, at the clofe, we have, we hope, given 
 all neceffary information. It would have been eafy 
 to have drawn out this part of our fmall volume to 
 any undefirable extent ; but our intention was to 
 render the notes as fhort, and yet as fatisfaftory, as 
 poffible. We have no room, and our readers, we 
 apprehend, as little patience, for what is merely fpe- 
 culative and conje6lural. 
 
 Our imitative woodcuts, we at once admit, have 
 this defedl — that although there is not one that is 
 not derived from fome old ballad in our poffeffion, 
 they are not fo ftridlly adapted to the places where 
 they are found as we at firfl: intended. Our early 
 printers of this ephemeral fpecies of literature may 
 be faid to have been themfelves regardlefs of the 
 applicability of their engravings : all they ufually 
 wanted was fome attra6live reprefentation or orna- 
 ment ; and for this purpofe publifliers, like Lacy, 
 Aldee, Symcocke, Trundle and the Goffons, were in 
 the habit of buying up coarfe worn-out, and worm- 
 eaten woodcuts, and putting them at the head of any 
 broadfide they would fit. The comparatively fmall 
 fize of our page has fometimes unwillingly pre- 
 
l'RI-:i ACK. 
 
 vented us from following, in this refpcd;, the ex- 
 ample of our predeceffors, so as to give exact re- 
 petitions ; but wherever it could be accompliflied 
 we have not negle6led this point ; and it now and 
 then feems to have happened, as regards the por- 
 traits of traitors and malefactors, that the original 
 printers of broadfides went to the expenfe of engrav- 
 ing a likenefs of the party executed. In thefe cafes 
 we have fcrupuloufly adhered to their method, and, 
 as to all the reft, we have inferted nothing that is 
 not warranted by fome fmiilar publication of the time, 
 and which had been repeatedly employed for the pur- 
 pofe : thus, the fliip, on the forefront of the ballad 
 celebrating the capture of '' the great Galeazzo," p. 
 79, is found at the head of other broadfides, as well 
 as on the title-pages of fome pamphlets, fuch, for 
 inftance, as Smith's " True Relation of Virginia," 
 4to. 1608. The woodcut on p. 63 belonged origin- 
 ally to Fox's " Martyrs," but was afterwards made 
 applicable to executions by fire. 
 
 As a ftriking proof of the inattention by old 
 printers to relationfliip between letter-prefs and 
 woodcuts, we may ftate that the fubfequent excellent 
 and charafteriftic defign, about the year 1650, was 
 
VI 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 made by Harper to Introduce a tender Dialogue on 
 the parting of two Lovers. 
 
 If the above engraving had been placed at the 
 head of any fong upon, or againft, drinking, it would 
 not have fcemed fo outragioufly inappropriate ; and 
 
PRLFACK. VI 1 
 
 in 1635 Raworth very properly made It the centre 
 of the title-page of T. Heywood's '' Philocothonifta, 
 or the Drunkard opened, diffefted and anatomifed." 
 
 The excellent and liberal manner in which Mr. 
 Huth has recently made his vaft ftore of ballads 
 acceffible to the Philobiblon Society, unqueftionably 
 inftigated the prefent editor to purfue a fomewhat 
 fimilar method with his very infignificant, yet fome- 
 what peculiar, acquifitions of the like kind. He had 
 originally intended to extend his feries from 1550 to 
 1660; but the expenfe of his undertaking has ex- 
 ceeded his calculation, and he is thereby induced to 
 poftpone the completion of his purpofe to a future 
 opportunity. 
 
 Here the editor had intended to conclude his pre- 
 face, but accidentally finding, among his forgotten 
 papers, a few curious memoranda regarding ballad- 
 writers, bookfellers, and printers, derived from the 
 Regiflers of the Stationers' Company (which he care- 
 fully examined more than twenty years ago) he 
 could not refift the temptation of appending them. 
 It will be feen that the information, though fcanty, 
 (and never till now noticed) Is entirely mifcellaneous, 
 and is fcattered through the volumes without much 
 
VI 11 PREFACE. 
 
 connexion or any regularity. There feems a long 
 interval between 1580 and 1594, regarding which we 
 poffefs little or no information ; but it was, neverthe- 
 lefs, a period during which the produftion, purchafe, 
 and performance of ftreet-ballads were continued 
 with unabated diligence and eagernefs. 
 
 15 Junij 1578. 
 Ric. Jones. Received of him for printing two ballades, viz. 
 Fay the, ye. lie, and In iinivritten bookes, 2s. 
 Received of him for Certen newes of the Pry nee of 
 Parma, 6d. 
 
 2 Die Augufti 1578. 
 
 John Aldee. He is fined, at a Court holden the dayeafore- 
 faid, to paye ^s. for printing 3 ballads for Edward 
 White, and M nndaies P)reanie for himfelfe, without 
 a lycence. 
 
 20 Sept. 1578. 
 
 Ric. Jones. He is fined to pay 5^-. for printinge a booke 
 and a ballat of A firaunge Dream of a Shepherd, 
 a ballat of Theating of the hare, and another, 
 Maydenly Connfell ; the which four thinges he 
 printed without lycence. 
 
 Primo Die Decembr. 1578. 
 Jhon Charlwood. At a Court holden this day the faid 
 Jhon Charlwood, for printinge a booke of Four'\ 
 boyfers Voiage without lycence, is fyncd to p 
 5J. pd. 
 
PREFACE. IX 
 
 3 Augufti 1579. 
 Edward White. Received of him for printinge a ballat of 
 Halfpenny and Silucr, contrary to order of this 
 Cumpanie, 5^. 
 
 9 Aug. 1579. 
 Yarrath James. Roger Ward. The Court ordered Ward 
 to pay to James lOi"., to put an end to a contro- 
 verfy touchinge a ballad of Thenterteinment of the 
 FrencJunen. 
 
 10 Augufti 1579. 
 
 Edw. White. Receyvinge of him for printing a ballad of 
 
 TJio. Appletree without licence xii^. Pd. 
 
 6 Dec. 1585. 
 Mr. Da[w]fon. A new order made, and entred in this 
 booke, whereby The Seven Sobs, The Handfull of 
 Honey Stickles, and The Widows Mite, [by W. 
 Hunnis] are affigned to Denham, on condition that 
 he pay ;^ 10 for the printinge of the bookes, and 40.J'- 
 for his intereft in them. 
 
 7 Augufti 1592. 
 Whereas John Danter is appointed to print the Instruction 
 of a Xtian woman and Ovid's Metamorphofcs for 
 the company, yt is agreed that, uppon the finifli- 
 ing of thefe bookes, he fliall pay v]d. in the //. to 
 thufe of the poore, according to order. 
 
 5'^ Febr. 1593. 
 Upon the letters of Mr. Wilbraham, yt is ordered that 
 Toby Cooke (and none other) (hall haue the 
 
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X PREFACE. 
 
 printinge of the Truihe of the nmrther of Robert 
 HaytoUy as yt fliall be found and deliuered to the 
 faid Toby by the faid Mr. Wilbraham. And that 
 yf any fhall prefume to meddle therewith he 
 fhalbe ftaied. 
 
 12 May 1594. 
 Edw. White. At a Court holden this day it is ordered that 
 Edward White fhall pay 5^. for a fine for print- 
 inge of a ballad of Eating of a SJieepe without 
 licence, contrary to thordonances. The which he 
 hath promifed to deliver to Mr. Warden. 
 
 I 
 
 iij'' die Februarij 1594. 
 Gaul Amadis de. At a full court holden this daie, upp^ 
 the hearinge of the Controverfie betwene Adam 
 Iflipp and Edward Aldee concerninge the firfl 
 foin^e Bookes of A madis de Gaule, yt is ordered by 
 this Court that the faid Adam Iflip fliall printe the 
 Second paj'te of Amadis de Gaule. And likewifeBI 
 that the faid Edward Aldee fhall print ^;y?, third 
 and fonrtJie Bookes of Amades de Gaule. And the 
 faid Adam to print all the reft, to the Twelfthe 
 parte or Booke. Adam Islip. 
 
 Ed. Allde. 
 
 Tobie Cooke, Robt. Rofwell. The matter in controuerfie 
 betwene the faid parties ys, by their confentes, re- 
 ferred to the hearinge and determination of Mr. 
 John Harrifon thelder, and Mr. Watkins. And 
 the faid parties haue agreed to ftand to their or- 
 der. Memorand. that the Controuerfie is about 
 an Arioflo in Engliflie in Con lours. 
 
 I 
 
PRKFACK. XI 
 
 Prinio Marcij 1595. 
 AbcU Jeffes. To haue 2s. gyuen him who, here this day, 
 made petition for reliefe, beinge in prifon. 
 
 10 Die Aprilis 1597. 
 l^lackwcll. WiUiam Blackwcll is fyncd to pay 2s. 6d. for 
 fellinge of ballades called Liijlic Larrancc. 
 
 2 April 1598. 
 Adam Iflip. Received of him for printinge The Foimtaine 
 of Fi6lions without entrance. 
 
 25 Junij 1600. 
 TLduard White, William White, Edward Aldee. Yt is or- 
 dered, touching a difordered ballad of TJie Wife 
 of Bathe, (Percy's Reliques, edits. 1765 and 1767, 
 vol. iii, pp. 146 and 145) printed by Edw. Aldee and 
 William White, and fold by Edward White, that all 
 the fame ballates fhalbe brought in and burnt, and 
 that either of the Printers, for their diforders in 
 printinge yt, fhall pay 5^". a pece for a fine. And 
 that Mn White, for his offence and diforder in 
 felling, fhall pay iQs. for a fine. And their impri- 
 fonment is refpited. 
 
 4 Marcij 1600. 
 Humours Blood. Twenty-nine Stationers are fyned 6d. 
 each for their diforders in buyinge of the bookes 
 oi Humours letting Blood in thcvayne, being newe 
 printed after it was firft forbydden and burnt. 
 
 23 061. 1600. 
 Ka. Blore, Wm. Jagger. They are fined vjj". viijV. for 
 printinge, without licence and contrary to order, a 
 
XU PREFACE. 
 
 little booke of Sr. Anthony Sherleies voiagc, and 
 bring all the copies into the hall. 
 
 I Marcij i6oi. 
 
 Ballads. Yt is ordered that all that betwene this and the 
 next Court day bringe not in their Ballads, to be 
 entred accordinge to order, fhall lofe the fame. 
 And that the faid Ballads fhalbe difpofed accord- 
 inge to the difcretion of the Wardens and Affift- 
 antes. 
 
 5 Dec. 1603. 
 
 Jo. Smithick, Jo. Brown. Fined \os. each for printinge a 
 booke called The zvondcrfull Ycre, without au- 
 thoritie or entrance, and to bring in all copies in 
 their hands into the Hall. 
 
 Val. Syms. An order made againft him for The Welch 
 Bate, and the ballades of The Traitors arrayned 
 at Winchejler. 
 
 Meaning, of course, Lord Cobham, and Sir Wal- 
 ter Raleigh, for which the latter was executed 
 fifteen years afterwards. We have no intelligence 
 that in modern times any fuch ballad has been dif- 
 covered, and probably the order to Valentine Simmes 
 againll its publication was effeftual : that there ever 
 exifled fuch a produ6lion has not, we believe, been 
 noticed by the biographers of the difcoverer 
 Guiana, and the patron of Spenfer. 
 
 J. P. C. 
 
 I 
 
 I 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Two propernue Balletes 
 
 
 
 
 FAGB 
 
 I 
 
 Letter of a Lover 
 
 
 
 
 
 3 
 
 Prayer of the Prophet Daniel 
 
 
 
 
 
 6 
 
 New Guyse nowe a Dayes 
 
 
 
 
 
 8 
 
 Thankesgiving for the C2iieen 
 
 
 
 
 
 i6 
 
 England's Lamentation 
 
 
 
 
 
 21 
 
 Epitaphe on Richard Goodrickc 
 
 
 
 
 
 29 
 
 Coblcr of Colchester 
 
 
 
 
 
 31 
 
 Ballad on Babbington, etc. 
 
 
 
 
 
 36 
 
 Fearful and Terrible Example 
 
 
 
 
 
 42 
 
 Northern Lord 
 
 
 
 
 
 48 
 
 Warning to all false Traitors 
 
 
 
 
 
 57 
 
 Lamentation of Page's Wife 
 
 
 
 
 
 63 
 
 Lamentation of G. Strangwidge 
 
 
 
 
 
 67 
 
 Complaint of Ulallia 
 
 
 
 
 
 70 
 
 Weaver's Song 
 
 
 
 
 
 73 
 
 Agincourt, the Bowman's Glory . 
 
 
 
 
 
 76 
 
 Joyfull Ballad on the Galeazzo 
 
 
 
 
 
 79 
 
 The good Shepeheard 
 
 
 
 
 
 S? 
 
 Salomon's Housewife 
 
 
 91 
 
 Story of 111 May-day 
 
 
 
 
 
 96 
 
 Desperate Damsel's Tragedy 
 
 
 
 
 
 102 
 
 Man's Creation, Adam's Fall, etc. 
 
 
 
 
 
 108 
 
 Honor of the Innes of Court 
 
 
 
 
 
 112 
 
 An excellent Medley 
 
 
 
 
 
 118 
 

 Ctno propernue TBaUete^. 
 
 . HATH my herte In holde, 
 So fure I can not ftarte, 
 Whiche caufeth me to be bolde 
 With louers for to take parte. 
 
 B. hath me bounde fo fure 
 Thorowe Venus ordynaunce, 
 That in paynes I muft endure 
 There for to take my chaunce. 
 
 The paynes they be fo ftronge 
 And paynefull vnto me, 
 That I thynke I haue great wronge 
 Yf on me fhe haue no petie. 
 
Two prop cm uc Ballctcs. 
 
 Nowe, petie, I the crave, 
 Her mynde for to remoue, 
 That I may ones haue 
 Her fauour whom I loue. 
 
 It is for no great fubftaunce, 
 Nor goodes that I her defyre, 
 But onelye for the gouernaunce, 
 And the honefly in her doth apere. 
 
 For yf I myght obtayne 
 To fall vnto my loote, 
 Then wolde I be moft fayne 
 To knyt an endles knotte. 
 
 And yf I get no grace 
 Of her whom I loue beft, 
 My herte is in a wofuU cafe, 
 Neuer lyke for to lyue in reft. 
 
 Thcrfore, Venus, I the requyre, 
 The gods of this arte, 
 That foone thou wylte appere 
 To flryke her with thy darte. 
 
 For to caufe her haue fomc ructh, 
 And graunt to me her loue, 
 That meanes nothynge but tructh, 
 By God that is aboue. 
 
 Thus E., and I^., 1 byd fare well, 
 Dcfyrynge them not to be vnkyndc ; 
 
livo propcniuc Ballvtcs. 
 
 For of letters all, both i;reat and fmall, 
 They are depyft in mynde. 
 
 Hertely vnto you I me recdmende, 
 Defyrynge you not to be offended, 
 For yf any thynge be amyffe 
 That here in is, 
 Vnto my power it flialbe amended. 
 
 My herte is yours 
 Vnto the death, 
 Whyle in my body 
 Rcmaynes the breath. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 %\)t letter of a louer* 
 
 THOUSAND times I me recomende 
 To you that is my louer deare, 
 And here a letter haue I fend, 
 To fpeke with yon yet had I leucr. 
 
 Your lufhye loke and fmerkyng chere 
 :\Iy hert doth moue both nyght and day : 
 
TJie Letter of a Loner. 
 
 Ill all thys world yc haue no pere, 
 Therefore to my hert I do you lay. 
 
 liifty fmyrker, to me be true: 
 Ye haue my hert for euer and aye. 
 
 I praye you chaunge me for no newe, 
 Thys fame to you do I fay. 
 
 1 haue loued truely I dare make bofb, 
 And doth yet ftyll, fo god me faue : 
 Alas, let not my loue be loft, 
 
 But yours agayne that I may haue. 
 
 The time paft I do repente, 
 Yf euer ye thought I was vnkinde : 
 To you this letter haue I fent, 
 Becaufe in loue I am fo blynd. 
 
 The lynes of loue do me imbrafe, 
 And bytterly beyte my body with in : 
 All is for your louely face 
 And gentyll hert, yf I myght it win. 
 
 Your countenance and your comely cheare, 
 As oft as I loke it vpon, 
 My hert in peces it doth teare, 
 When that I am my felfe alone. 
 
 The paynes of loue do me fo pyne, 
 And perce my hert on euery fyde, 
 That whercfoeuer I fuppe or dyne, 
 My hert with you (hall euer a byde. 
 
The Letter of a Loner. 
 
 Alas now be a loucr true, 
 And take neiier from me your hert, 
 VoY yf ye do I muft it rew, 
 And euer lyue in payne and fmart. 
 
 Nowe ftedfaft to be I do you praye, 
 My herte is clofed your body within, 
 The fame to me nowe do you fay : 
 It is trewe loue that I am in. 
 
 A thoufande tymes nowe fare you well, 
 Ye haue my herte both nowe and aye, 
 The forowe I byde no toung can tel : 
 Gentyll louer, do not caft me awaye. 
 
 My herte is locked within your breft, 
 And clofly clofed your body within : 
 There would I fayneft take my refte 
 In pure wedlocke with outten fynne. 
 
 Nowe you knowe my hole intent. 
 It doth me good when I you fe : 
 Yf I get no grace I fhal repent 
 For lokyng aboue my pore degre. 
 Be trewe to me in this dyftres, 
 And leue me not here comfortles. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
Cl)e prater of tlje ^ropl)et J^aniel, 
 
 wrytten in the ix chapter of his Prophecie, no leffc 
 
 Godly then neceffary for all men at this 
 
 prefent. 
 
 Oratio Daniclis, Cap. ix. 
 
 LORD, that art our God, ryght fcarefull 
 
 and eke myghtie, 
 which euermore doft kepc ful furc tliy coue- 
 
 naunt & thy nicrcle 
 With the that loue the & kepe thy com- 
 
 niaundemctes, 
 but ue haue all departed from thy [)receptcs 6c judge metes. 
 
TJic Prayer of the PropJiet Daniel. y 
 
 Ah, we haiic finned, lord, and the offended fore : 
 we haue bene difobedient, and <^one backe euermore. 
 We had yet neuer wyll our felfes to trade and frame 
 to here thy fervauntes the Prophets, whiche truly in thy 
 
 name 
 Dyd fpeake vnto our kynges and princes through the land, 
 
 that they fliould vnderftand 
 belongth vnto thy name 
 is due but open fliame 
 owe at thiffame daye 
 well perceyue we maye 
 falem do dwell 
 all Ifraell. 
 I meane, O lord, Jerufalem, which is thyne holy hyll, 
 And whye ? even for our fynnes and for the wickedneffe 
 of oure forefathers, nowe is all this citie in diftreffe, 
 And we thy people all abhorred be throughout 
 all nacions and peoples eke, that dwell vs round about : 
 Nowe, therfore, O thou God of our faluacion, 
 heare this the prayr of thy feruaunt and fupplicacion. 
 And let thy face, O lord mofte glorioufe, in haft 
 vpon thy fan<5luarye fliyne, whiche nowe lieth voyd and 
 
 waft. 
 O lord my God, I faye, fome pitie on vs take, 
 inclyne thyne eare, difclofe thyne eye, at leaft for thyne 
 
 owne fake. 
 Beholde, O lorde, howe we, confunded be with fliame, 
 yea, and the citie whiche alfo is called after thy name. 
 We do not caft our prayers, O lord, before thyne eyes, 
 trustyng in our owne ryghtuoufnefs, but in thy great 
 mercies. 
 
8 The Prayer of the Prophet Daniel. 
 
 O God, bowe down thyne eare ; O lord, forgeue our 
 
 wrong ; 
 confidre, lord, our miferies, and tary not to long. 
 My God, for thyne owne fake, make haft to do the fame, 
 for thy citie and people both be called by thyne owne 
 
 name. 
 
 • Finis orationis Danielis. 
 
 ^ Imprinted at London in Temeftrete by Hughe 
 Syngelton, at the ^y^\'\^ of the dobbell hood, 
 ouer agaynft the Stylyard. 
 
 Cl)e netx) gut^e notue a J^atejs* 
 
 E Engliflimen, that holde 
 Our auncient cuilomes olde 
 More precious then golde, 
 Be cleane cafl away ; 
 And other new be fand, 
 Which, ye may vnderftand, 
 Caufeth all our land 
 
 So greatly to decay. 
 
 Mcrucll it is to heare 
 Of noble men, that were 
 Among vs many a yeare 
 In the times pafl ; 
 
Tlic new gi'yfc 1101VC a J^aycs. 
 
 The wliich tokc in hand 
 Proiiifion fliold l)c fand 
 I 'or to inhabit this land, 
 
 And this was all their cifl:. 
 
 To b}'ldc churches ftron^^-. 
 With folcmnc belles ronij^, 
 Deuinc fervice fong, 
 
 Mans life to amend : 
 Than was dubbed many a knight, 
 With all their powre and might 
 Holy Church and right 
 
 Sworne to defende. 
 
 Than made they fuch ordynance, 
 That euerie man with reuerence 
 Vnder the law and obedience 
 
 Their prince fliould obay ; 
 And while this people pure, 
 Their goodnes did endure, 
 So long, I you enfure, 
 
 This land might not decay. 
 
 Than the king fet good price 
 By noble men and wyfe, 
 And after their deuife 
 
 He did gouerne him felfe : 
 He wold not forfake 
 Their counfell to take : 
 They wold no ftatute make 
 
 But for the common welth. 
 
lO The neiv guyfc noivc a Daycs. 
 
 Than was he held in honor : 
 The king Hued in great pleafure, 
 And among his people great treafure, 
 
 For no thing wold they care. 
 Than were men both frefhe and bolde, 
 And kept a noble houfeholde : 
 The people had what they wolde ; 
 
 Few of them were bare. 
 
 Mery hartes were then to ryde 
 Thorough townes and cyties wide, 
 Replenifhed on euery fyde 
 
 With caftels and towers hie ; 
 But now are the captaynes gone, 
 There is not lefte the x^^ at home : 
 The goodly towers of lime and ftone, 
 
 A long on the ground they lye. 
 
 Caftels now be not fet by, 
 The caufe is well knowne why : 
 Sithe they be downe, let them lye, 
 
 They flop not my way. 
 They ftood my fathers time before : 
 If they doe mine, I a(ke no more, 
 And fo of them men kepe no ftore, 
 
 P'or with caufe they do decaye. 
 
 The people Hue in variaimce 
 For lacke of perfeueraunce : 
 Simple is their gouernaunce, 
 And worfe is their entent. 
 
The new guyfe uoive a Dayes, 
 
 Euery man is now fayne 
 On other to complaine : 
 If this long remaine, 
 
 Wee fhall all repent. 
 
 The fpiritualty their mifliuing, 
 
 To the temporalty enfample giuing, 
 
 And thus eithers worke reprouing, 
 
 They lyue in bate and ftrife. 
 The lay men fay that prieftes jet, 
 All fifhe that commeth to net : 
 They fpare nought they can get, 
 
 Whether maide or wife. 
 
 Men fay priors and abbotts bee 
 Great ingroffers in this countrie : 
 They vfe bying and felling openlye : 
 
 The Church hath the name. 
 They are not content with their poffeffion, 
 But add thereto by opprefTion, ^ 
 Still gaping for promotion, 
 
 Vnto our landes great fhame. 
 
 And in like wife the commynaltie 
 Apply them felues right conftantlie 
 To learne crafte and fubtiltie, 
 
 Their neighbours to begyle : 
 The fifter will begyle the brother, 
 The childe will begyle the mother. 
 And thus none will truft an other, 
 
 If this world lafl a whyle. 
 
The new guyfe nozve a Dayes. 
 
 Temporall lords be well nie gone : 
 Houfeholdes keepe they fewe or none, 
 Which caufeth many a poore man 
 
 For to begge his bread. 
 If he fteale for his neceffity, 
 There is none other remedy, 
 But the law will very (hortly 
 
 Hang him all faue the head. 
 
 And fome people, with great crueltie, 
 Vfe the law with extremitie, 
 The w^orld is all without pitie : 
 
 Of God they haue no drede. 
 In fuch pryde the world is brought, 
 By able men they fet right naught. 
 Which ere long w^ilbe forthought 
 
 If of them they fhall haue nede. 
 
 The miforder of euerie cytie 
 Cawf^^h great dearth and pouertie. 
 And alas ! it is great pitie 
 
 That rich men bee fo blynd : 
 Which for their pride and fulfome fare, 
 Will plucke their neighbours bare, 
 And thus the people puniflied are, 
 
 And quickly brought behind. 
 
 A rich man without wifedom, 
 A wife man without difcretion, 
 A foolc naturall for his promotion 
 A ruler Ihall become : 
 
The 11 CIV guyfc noivc a Daycs. 13 
 
 Then fhall he maruelous ftatutes try 
 Made by Lis great polHcy : 
 The rich be aduaunced thereby, 
 
 And the poore be cleane vndonc. 
 
 Now is made marchandife 
 
 Bying and felling benefice : 
 
 A lay man will therein enterprife 
 
 That knoweth not the charge. 
 Craftes men now doe keepe a cure, 
 That with fuch things were neuer in vre : 
 So he haue the tythe, ye may be fure 
 
 The paryflie goeth at large. 
 
 Great men now take no heede 
 How ill fo euer the commons fpeede, 
 A poore man dare not fpeake for drcdc. 
 
 For nought can they recouer. 
 Some gratious man fet to his hand. 
 That good prouifion may be fand, 
 Or els farewell the welth of the land, 
 
 Cleane vndone for euer ! 
 
 Leaue the law, and vfe will : 
 To be perjured it fhall not (kill. 
 So that I may my bagges fill, 
 
 And heyers to promote : 
 An other day then fhall he 
 Be a ruler after me, 
 And fo the poore comminaltie 
 
 Be troden vnder fotc. 
 
Ijj. llie nciv guyfe noive a Dayes. 
 
 Enuy wayith wondrous ftrong, 
 The rich doth the poore wrong : 
 God of his mercy fuffreth long 
 
 The Deuill his workes to worke. 
 The townes go downe, the land decayes, 
 Of corn fields they make playne layes : 
 Great men maketh now a dayes 
 
 A fheepe cote of the church. 
 
 The places that we rightfully call 
 
 Places of Chriftian buryall, 
 
 Of them they make an oxes ftall : 
 
 Thefe men be wonders wife. 
 Commons to clofe and them to keepe, 
 While poore folke cry for bread & weepe 
 Towns pulled downe to pafture flieepe, 
 
 This is the new guyfe. 
 
 Alyents alfo haue their way, 
 
 And Engliflimen flill cleane decay : 
 
 The other halfe muft needes play, 
 
 This is the common wealth. 
 Other landes aduaunced bee, 
 And by and fell among us free, 
 And thus our owne commoditee 
 
 Doth cleane vndoo our felfe. 
 
 Marchants all vfe fubtilty : 
 The Church liueth vicioufly, 
 The commons are in pouerty : 
 This land goeth to wart. 
 
The nctv giiyfc noivc a Daycs. 
 
 Marchaunt men trauell the countree, 
 Plouirhmen dwell in the citie, 
 Which will deftroy us all fliortlie, 
 As will be fecne in haft. 
 
 To gather good great men be wyfe, 
 But yet they can no thing deuife, 
 That of their owne witt ftiall arife 
 
 For a common weale. 
 Their wnttes on that they will not breake, 
 But if a man againft them fpeake, 
 Other remedy fhall he none feeke, 
 
 But be carried ftraight to iaile. 
 
 Imprinted by me R. Copland. 
 
 
i6 
 
 a pra^et; anD alsto a tljanfiejsgiuing 
 
 vnto God, for his great mercy in giuing and preferuing our 
 
 Noble Oueene Elizabeth to Hue and reigne ouer 
 
 vs, to his honour and glory and our comfort 
 
 in Chrifl lefus : to be fung the xvii day 
 
 of November 1577. 
 
 Made by I. Pit, minifter. 
 
 / exho7't that fupplications, prayers and viterceffions, and 
 giuing of thankes be made for Kings and for all that bee in 
 autJwritie, that ivee may lead a quiet and peaceable lyfe in all 
 godlynes and honeflie. i Tim. 2, chap, i, 2 verfes. 
 
 Sing this as the foure fcore and one Pfalme. 
 
 E light and glad, in God reioyce, 
 
 which is our ftrength and ayd, 
 with ioyefull and moft pleafant heartes 
 let it be forth now faid : 
 
A prayer and alfo a thankcsgining. 1 7 
 
 Thou art our Lord, thou art our King, 
 
 thou art our only ftay, 
 to thee will wee giue laud and praife, 
 
 and further let vs fay, 
 
 Wee praife thee, God, wee knowledge thee 
 
 the only Lord to bee 
 for thy great mercy on vs fhewde, 
 
 as this day wee may fee. 
 To thee wee cry, and alfo gyue 
 
 mofl high thanks, laud and prayfe 
 for thy good giftes, which wee receiue 
 
 both now and all our daies. 
 
 O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 fhalbe our dayly fong 
 for thy good giftes beftowed on vs 
 
 this ninetene yeres now long ; 
 And for our Queen Elizabeth, 
 
 which fo long time hath been, 
 through thy good prouidence, O Lord ! 
 
 our good & gracious Queen. 
 
 The company of hygh and lowe 
 
 doe prayfe thy holy name, 
 both yong and olde, both riche & poore 
 
 with heart do euen the fame, 
 Acknowledging thy maieftie 
 
 to be the only ftay 
 through Chrift our Lord & Sauiour, 
 
 our light, our trueth, our way. 
 
1 8 A prayer and alfo a thankefgiving. 
 
 The holy ghoft our comforter 
 
 doth teach vs all in deed 
 how we fhould walke in thy true feare, 
 
 and call on thee in need, 
 For that our finnes moft grieuous are, 
 
 and do deferue thine yre : 
 wee pray thee pardon vs ech one ; 
 
 thy mercy wee require. 
 
 And graunt our Queene Elizabeth 
 
 with vs long tyme to reigne, 
 this land to keepe ful long in peace, 
 
 and gofpell to maineteine : 
 In true obedience of the fame 
 
 together we may lyue, 
 with long lyfe and moft perfitte ioye, 
 
 O Lord ! vnto her giue. 
 
 And giue vnto her councell grace, 
 
 through working of this fprite, 
 in gofpels lore and common wealthe 
 
 to haue a great delight ; 
 The fame to bring in perfite flate, 
 
 and fo the fame to ftay 
 againft all wicked perverfe men, 
 
 good Lord ! graunt this we pray. 
 
 Lord ! helpe thy feruants which do crye 
 
 and cal to thee for ayd, 
 that enmies thence be put to flight, 
 
 and wicked men difmayd : 
 
A prayer and alfo a tJuinkcfgiving. 19 
 
 And let vs all moft ioyfully 
 
 with hearts tryumph and fay, 
 thy name be bleffed now, O Lord ! 
 
 for this moft ioyfull day. 
 
 Wee magnifie thee euery one, 
 
 and wil do while wee lyue, 
 for thy great mercy fliewde on vs 
 
 for this gift thou didft giue ; 
 Elizabeth our noble Queene, 
 
 which as this day tooke place 
 in royall feat this Realme to guide, 
 
 Lord, bleffe and keepe her grace ! 
 
 From foreine foes, O Lord ! her keepe, 
 
 and enemies at home, 
 from fained friends and trayterous hearts 
 
 preferue her. Lord, alone ; 
 For thou only art her defence, 
 
 in thee doth fhee whole truft : 
 faue and keepe her, O Lord, therefore 
 
 for thy mercies moft iuft. 
 
 O Lord ! our truft and confidence 
 
 wee do repofe in thee, 
 for thou doeft neuer fayle them. Lord, 
 
 that do put truft in thee : 
 With faithfull hearts we do now pray 
 
 that thou wilt fo maintaine 
 our gracious Queen Elizabeth 
 
 long ouer vs to raigne. 
 
A prayer and alfo a tJiankesguiing. 
 
 Then fhall wee fing with ioyfuU hearts 
 
 All glory be to thee 
 the Father, Sonne, and holy Ghoft 
 
 which be in perfons three ! 
 As it hath bene in all the time 
 
 that hath bene heretofore, 
 as it is now, and fo fhalbe 
 
 hence forth for euermore. 
 
 Amen. 
 
 I Theffalonians the v Chap. i6, 17 and 18 verfes. 
 
 Reioyce eiicr. Praye continually. In all things giite t ha? ikes, 
 for this is the will of God in Chrifl leftis toivards yon. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Imprinted by Chriftopher Barkar. 
 A lowed by anthoritic. 
 
(CnglanDsi Lamentation 
 
 For the late Treafons confpired againft the Queenes 
 Maieftie by Frances Throgmorton : who was exe- 
 cuted at Tyborne, on the lo day of July, 
 Anno 1584. 
 
 To the tune of Weepe, zueepe. 
 
 ITH brinisflie teares, with fobbing fighes, 
 
 I, Englande, plunge in paine, 
 To fee and heare fuch fecret fe61es 
 amongft my people raine. 
 
22 Englands lamentation. 
 
 Now being in my golden prime 
 
 where ne6lar fweete doth flowe, 
 
 And where Gods facred worde is taught, 
 eche Chriftians ioye to fhowe. 
 
 Pray, pray, and praife the Lord, &c. 
 
 And where the Lord of Lords hath fet, 
 
 his handmaide pure and cleene, 
 Annoynting her my rightful! Prince, 
 
 to raigne a royall Queen e : 
 Indued with wifedome from above, 
 
 and ftorde with knowledge great. 
 That flying Fame through all the world 
 
 her praifes doth repeate. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Who to the facred worde doth ftande 
 
 with zeale and godly minde, 
 Maintaining truth, embracing faith, 
 
 and to eche fubje6l kinde. 
 Alas ! why then, my people deare, 
 
 what is the caufe you fwerue 
 Againft the Lords annoynted, fo 
 
 your owne felfe willes to ferue ? 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Haue you not peace and plentie ftore, 
 which other realmes do want ? 
 
 Haue you not worldly pleafures more, 
 whereof there is no fkant ? 
 
 Haue I not foflered you with foode, 
 which Nature yeclds not loth ? 
 
Englands lamentation. 23 
 
 Haue I not fed you dayntily 
 with milke and hony both ? 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 And haue not I a carefull Prince, 
 
 the prop of all our ftay, 
 Which loueth me, which cares for you, 
 
 and prayes for vs eche day ? 
 What is the caufe fuch mifchiefes then, 
 
 among you doe remaine ? 
 Truely the fuhies of the flefh, 
 
 which you fo much obtaine. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 It makes me weepe with trickling teares, 
 
 and wring my hands full colde, 
 To heare, to fee, and thinke vpon 
 
 the dangers manyfolde 
 My louing Prince and Queene is in, 
 
 by meanes of Satans crew : 
 Which often doth confpire the death 
 
 of her, my louer true. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 How many mifcheefes are deuifed ! 
 
 how many wayes are wrought ! 
 How many vilde confpiracies 
 
 againft her Grace are brought ! 
 Yet God that rules in heauens aboue, 
 
 lookes downe on earth below, 
 And dauntes them in their wickedneffe, 
 
 and his great power doth fliowe. 
 
24 Englands lamentation. 
 
 For when hir highnes doth not fee 
 
 what dangers are at hande, 
 Then doth he lliewe by fee ret meanes, 
 
 thofe perils to withftande ; 
 And will not let his chofen flocke 
 
 to perifhe on the earth, 
 And doth her fecret foes confounde, 
 
 by doome of fhamefuU death. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 As late was feene by Arden he, 
 
 and Sommeruile alfo. 
 Who did pretende to kill my Queene, 
 
 and w^orke her fubje6ls woe : 
 But God, who doth her ftill defende, 
 
 her Grace he did preferue, 
 And wrought a fhame vnto them all, 
 
 as they did beft deferue. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Throgmorton lately did confpire 
 
 to ouerthrowe the State : 
 That ftrangers might inuade the realme 
 
 vpon an euening late. 
 And lande in places where he knewe 
 
 the realme was fomething weake ; 
 The fecret of which thing he did 
 
 to forraigne Princes breake. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 His dealing with the Queene of Scottes 
 by letters too and fro, 
 
Eiig/auds lavicntatiou. 25 
 
 Informed her and other ftates 
 
 of all that he did knowe : 
 What frends in England they Ihould find, 
 
 what power they mufl: neede, 
 Our Queene thereby for to difplace : 
 
 this was a treacherous deede. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 He fought to difpoffeffe my Queene 
 
 of dignitie and crowne. 
 And place a ftranger on her throne, 
 
 to tread her people downe. 
 Ireland and Scotland by aduife, 
 
 the enemie fliould inuade ; 
 Then into England bring a power, 
 
 as he the plot had laide. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Thefe were the treafons which he wrought 
 
 my good Queene to difplace ; 
 To fpoyle the ftate of all this realme, 
 
 fuch was his want of grace : 
 But God, who doth prote6l me ftill, 
 
 offended at the fame, 
 Euen in his yong and tender yeeres, 
 did cut him off with fliame. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 O thou, Throgmorton, wicked youth ! 
 
 why didft thou this defpight ? 
 Why did the feare of God and prince, 
 
 depart fo from thy fight ? i. 
 
26 En glands lamentation. 
 
 ^ 
 
 No rebelles power fhall her difplace ; 
 
 God will defende her ftill : 
 Her fubie6les all will lofe their Hues, 
 
 ere tray tors haue their will. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 And though he florifht for a time, 
 
 in feeking his intent. 
 When to the pits brinke that he came, 
 
 God did his worke preuent : 
 And did preferue in fpight of him, 
 
 his chofen veffell pure, 
 That fhe might florifh ftill in peace 
 
 my comfort to procure. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 When as the fervants of the Lorde, 
 
 I meane the Children three, 
 Were put into the fierie ouen, 
 
 deftroyed for to bee, 
 Then fierie flames did them no harme, 
 
 they fung and prayed with ioye ; 
 And thofe which ftood to worke their woe, 
 
 the blafes did deftroye. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 And when the children of the Lord 
 
 King Pharao did purfue, 
 To drowne them in the foming floods, 
 
 God was a captaine true : 
 The waues like walles ftood on eche fide, 
 
 and they free paffage founde. 
 
Eiio/a/i(/s lamentation. 2y 
 
 Whilfl Pharao with his mightic hofle 
 came after, and were drounde. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Euen fo the Lord, by his great might, 
 
 my comfort doth maintaine. 
 In keeping and preferuing right 
 
 my Prince from traitors traine : 
 And did preferue her from the harmes 
 
 Throgmorton did pretende ; 
 Who euen at Tyborne for his crimes 
 
 did make a fhamefull ende. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 And though fuch impes do worke her fpight 
 
 ten thoufande kinde of waies ; 
 Yea, though the deuill him felfe do fight 
 
 to fpoyle her golden daies ; 
 Yet if the Lorde defende my wrong, 
 
 their courage foone Ihall quaile : 
 So long as God ftands on her fide, 
 
 what power can preuaile ? 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 Therefore, my louing people, heare, 
 graunt England her requeft : 
 
 Pray to the Lord, him ferue with feare, 
 and traitors hearts deteft. 
 
 Embrace the truth, lay holde on faith, 
 walke in the path of peace ; 
 
28 Englands lamentation. 
 
 Obey your Prince, maintaine her caufe, 
 and Englands wealth encreafe. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 And with new warning take new hearts, 
 
 olde venomed minds detefh ; 
 Efchue all finne, encreafe good workes, 
 
 that you in peace may reft. 
 From all olde cuftomes that are euill, 
 
 put on the new man Chrift : 
 And newly change your former Hues, 
 
 and learne to pleafe the higheft. 
 Pray, pray, &c. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 W.M. 
 
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 F euer Realme had caufe to rue 
 The death and loffe of any one, 
 Then hath this realme juft caufe and true 
 This worthy dead man to bemone, 
 By whom fuche treafure theyr is lofte, 
 As fcant the lyke in Englandes cofte. 
 
 A heade where learned Pallas fate, 
 
 And fettled wyfdome dwelte lykewife. 
 
 And grounded fkyll for comon ftate 
 
 That with forecafte coulde well deuyfe : 
 
 Where learnynge fyttes, with fkyll & wit, 
 Suche one to rule who thynkes not fyt. 
 
 A tonge that prudently coulde faye 
 
 What myght be fayde, and that with fpede ; 
 
30 A/i Epitaphe, &c. 
 
 A wyt that knewe no ftoppe nor ftaye ' 
 To gyue aduife in tyme of nede : 
 
 A fytter matche there coulde not be 
 Then tonge and wyll, thus to agree. 
 
 A hearte mofte earneft to mayntayne 
 Goddes trueth, and his vnfpotted lawe : 
 No hope of mede, no feare of payne, 
 From care of that coulde hym withdrawe. 
 O bleffed realme, whofe rulers be 
 So zelous in that thinge as he! 
 
 A man mofte redy to defende 
 A ryght, and here a poore mans caufe ; 
 No threatnynge foe, no fawnynge frende, 
 Coulde make hym do agaynfte the lawe. 
 As lawes defende a trueth and ryght, 
 So lawyers fhulde, withall theyr might. 
 
 Thus then the poore his helpe doth mys. 
 And Pallas lackes her learned knyght ; 
 The lawe doth lacke a lyght of his, 
 The realme hath lofle a worthy wyght ; 
 
 And that whiche is the greateft gryefe, 
 Goddes worde hath loft a membre chiefe. 
 
 And yet not loft, whom Chrift hath founde 
 
 And placed in heauen, I doubte it not. 
 
 Thus he that lackte his legges on grounde 
 
 Before vs all to heauen is got. 
 
 To heauen, we fe, the neareft waye 
 Is vertue then ; there is no naye. 
 
 F/N/s. /e. M. 
 
31 
 
 Cl^e Cobler of Colcl)C0ter. 
 
 A merry new Song, wherein is fliewed the forowfull 
 
 cudgelling of the Cobler of Colchefter by his Wife, for 
 
 the eating of her Apple Pye. 
 
 To a plcafant nezv Ttme called Trill I ill. 
 
 ALKING abroad, not long agoe. 
 It was my chance to fpye 
 
 A Coblers wife, with crabbed looke, 
 How fhee her ftrength did trie : 
 
 A CLidgell great fhe had in hand, 
 Both ftrong and tough withall, 
 
TJic Cobla' of Colchefter. 
 
 The which about her husbands pate 
 
 She broke in peeces fmall ; 
 So that the man to crye began, 
 
 With voice both loud and fhrill ; 
 But banging about with courage ftout, 
 
 She cryed, Haue with you, trill lill ! 
 
 Good people, quoth the Cobler then, 
 
 I pray you take the paine 
 To faue me from my angry wife, 
 
 Or els I fhall be flaine. 
 The proudeft fcab in place, quoth fhe, 
 
 May do it if he dare ; 
 And he fliall beare a broken pate 
 
 From hence, by Gis I fweare. 
 With that again fhe goes amaine 
 
 to worke on him her will. 
 And euer fhe cryeth, as on him (lie flyeth, 
 
 Haue with you, my hartes, trill lill ! 
 
 Now, Cobler, quoth this cruell queane, 
 
 Tell mee, and do not lye, 
 How thou doft like the eating of 
 My owne fweete apple pye ? 
 
 wife ! quoth hee, the worft to mee 
 
 That euer I did taft : 
 
 1 will be ware, if thou me fpare, 
 
 How I do make fuch wafte. 
 To faue his life then fome come in, 
 
 For fcare Ihe would him kill, 
 Where banging about with courage ftout, 
 
 She crydc, My hartes, trill lill ! 
 
The Cob ley of ColcJicJler. 33 
 
 Now, fye for fhame ! you are to blame 
 
 Your husband thus to bang. 
 Tis better beare fome blowes, fhe faid, 
 
 Than he hereafter hang : 
 A Jewell he did breake and fpoile, 
 
 Which I efteemed deare, 
 And I will not forgiue the fame, 
 
 No, not this twenty yeare. 
 You need not blame, though I fhould lame 
 
 The old knaue for this ill. 
 Then banging about with courage flout, 
 
 She cryed, My harts, trill lill ! 
 
 Beleeue me, quoth the Cobler then. 
 
 This thing is nothing fo : 
 For eating of her apple pye 
 
 She hath wrought me this wo ; 
 And tafting of a cuftard fmall, 
 
 She for her felfe did keepe, 
 She hath mifus'd me, as you fee. 
 
 And made me bleede & weepe. 
 Thus in defpight fhe takes delight 
 
 To plague me at her will, 
 And euer fhe cryeth, as on me fhe flyeth, 
 
 Haue with you, my harts, trill lill ! 
 
 Gip with a murrain, knaue ! fhe cryes, 
 
 Muft your old chaps be fed 
 With cuftards and with apple pyes ? 
 
 A rope fhall ftretch your head. 
 
34 The Coblcr of Colchcftcr. 
 
 I'll teache you take the browne rye loafe, 
 
 and chaw the Effex cheefe, 
 As fitter for your rotten teeth 
 
 Then any one of thefe. 
 Then (he began her owne good man 
 
 to courfe him at her will ; 
 And euer fhe cryeth, as on him flie flyeth, 
 
 Haue with you, my harts, trill lill ! 
 
 And though, quoth fhe, indifferent well 
 
 Thy carcas I did bumme, 
 Yet from thy carion greedy guts 
 
 rie fetch out euery crumme. 
 With that file did a feather take. 
 
 And in his throate it thruft, 
 Till vp he caft the apple pye, 
 
 The fruite as well as cruft. 
 The dogs, quoth fhee, fhall eate it free, 
 
 Ere it thy guts fliall fill : 
 And euer fhe cryeth as on him fhe flyeth, 
 Haue with you, my harts, trill lill ! 
 
 Lo ! here the fpitefuU nature plaine 
 
 Wherewith she was poffeft, 
 For neuer was there any man 
 
 Like this poore cobler dreft : 
 Who made an oath, while he did Hue, 
 
 Such wifedome to apply. 
 He would take heede how he did eate 
 
 His wife's owne apple pye, 
 
TJic C abler of ColcJieJlcr. 35 
 
 Leaft with that wife he fell at ftrifc, 
 
 And felt her froward will, 
 Who euer cryeth, as on him she flyeth, 
 
 Haue with you, my hartes, trill lill ! 
 
 Imprinted at London by Andrew Wife, and are to be 
 fold at his fliop in Paules Church-yard. 
 
a proper neto TBallati^ 
 
 breefely declaring the Death and Execution of 14 
 
 moft wicked Traitors, who fuffered death in 
 
 Lincolnes Inne feelde neere London : 
 
 the 20 and 21 of September, 1586. 
 
 To the tune of Weep, zveep. 
 
 EIOYCE in hart, good people all, 
 
 fing praife to God on hye 
 Which hath preferued vs by his power 
 from traitors tiranny ; 
 Which now haue had their due defarts, 
 
 in London lately feen ; 
 And Ballard was the firft that died 
 for treafon to our Queene. 
 
 O praife the Lord with hart and minder 
 
 fing praife with voices cleere, 
 Sith traitcrons criie haue had their due, 
 to quailc their partencrs checre. 
 
A proper nciv Ballad. 37 
 
 Next Babington, that caitife vilde, 
 
 was hanged for his hier : 
 His carcaffe likewife quartered, 
 
 and hart caft in the fier. 
 Was euer feene fuch wicked troopes 
 
 of traytors in this land, 
 Againfl the pretious woord of truthe, 
 
 and their good Queene to ftand ? 
 O praife, &c. 
 
 But heer beholde the rage of Rome, 
 
 the fruits of Popifh plants ; 
 Beholde and fee their wicked woorks, 
 
 which all good meaning wants ; 
 For Sauage alfo did receaue 
 
 like death for his defert ; 
 Which in that wicked enterprife 
 
 Ihould then haue doon his part. 
 O prai/e, &c. 
 
 O curfed catifes, void of grace ! 
 
 will nothing ferue your turne. 
 But to beholde your cuntries wrack, 
 
 in malice while you burne ? 
 And Barnwell thou which went to view 
 
 her grace in each degree, 
 And how her life might be difpatcht, 
 
 thy death we all did fee. 
 O prai/e, &c. 
 
2,S A proper new Ballad. 
 
 Confounding fhame fall to their fhare, 
 
 and hellifh torments fting, 
 That to the Lords annointed fhall 
 
 deuife fo vile a thing ! 
 O Techburne ! what bewitched thee, 
 
 to haue fuch hate in ftore, 
 Againft our good and gratious Queene, 
 
 that thou mufl dye therefore ? 
 O praife, &e. 
 
 What gaine for traitors can returne, 
 
 if they their wish did win ; 
 Or what preferment should they get 
 
 by this their trecherous fmne ? 
 Though forraine power loue treafon well, 
 
 the traitors they difpife. 
 And they the firft that should fuftaine 
 
 the fmart of their deuife. 
 O praife, &c. 
 
 What caufe had Tilney, traitor ftout, 
 
 or Abbington likewife, 
 Againft the Lords annointed thus 
 
 fuch mifcheef to deuife ; 
 But that the Deuill inticed them 
 
 fuch wicked woorks to render; 
 P^or which thefe feuen did fuffer death 
 
 the twentith of September. 
 O praife, &e. 
 
A proper new Ballad. 39 
 
 Seauen more the next day following 
 
 were drawen from the Tower, 
 Which were of their confederates, 
 
 to dye that inftant hower : 
 The firft of them was Salsburie, 
 
 and next to him was Dun, 
 Who did complaine moft earncftly 
 
 of proud yong Babington. 
 O praife, &c. 
 
 Both Lords and Knights of hye renowne 
 
 he ment for to difplace ; 
 And likewife all our towers and townes, 
 
 and cities for to race. 
 So likewife lones did much complaine 
 
 of his detefled pride, 
 And shewed how lewdly he did Hue 
 
 before the time he died. 
 O praife, &c. 
 
 Then Charnock was the next in place 
 
 to tarte of bitter death. 
 And praying vnto holy Saints, 
 
 he left his vitall breath. 
 And in like maner Travers then 
 
 did fuffer in that place. 
 And fearfully he left his life 
 
 with croffmg breaft and face. 
 O praife, &c. 
 
40 A proper new Ballad. 
 
 Then Gage was ftripped in his fhirt, 
 
 who vp the lather went, 
 And fought for to excufe him felfe 
 
 of treafons fake intent. 
 And Bellamie the lafl of all 
 
 did fuffer death that daye ; 
 Vnto which end God bring all fuch 
 
 as wifh our Queenes decay ! 
 O praife, S^c. 
 
 O faulce and foule difloyall men ! 
 
 what perfon would fuppofe, 
 That clothes of veluet and of filke 
 
 Ihould hide fuch mortall foes ? 
 Or who would think fuch hidden hate 
 
 in men fo faire in fight, 
 But that the Deuill can turne him felfe 
 
 into an angell bright ? 
 O praifey 8^e. 
 
 But, Soueraigne Queene, haue thou no care, 
 
 for God which knoweth all. 
 Will ftill maintaine thy royall ftate, 
 
 and giue thy foes a fall : 
 And for thy Grace thy fubie6ls all 
 
 will make their praiers ftill, 
 That neuer traitor in the land 
 
 may haue his wicked will. 
 O praife, &c. 
 
A proper new Ballad. 
 
 41 
 
 Whofe glorious dales in England heere 
 
 the mighty God maintaine, 
 That long vnto thy fubie6ls ioye 
 
 thy Grace may rule and raigne. 
 And, Lord ! we pray for Chriftes fake, 
 
 that all thy fecrct foes 
 May come to naught which feekc thy life, 
 
 and Englands lafting woes. 
 
 O praife the Lord ivitJi hart and ininde, &c. 
 
 The names of the 7 Traitors 
 who were executed on 
 Tuesday being the 
 XX of Septem- 
 ber. 1586. 
 
 lohn Ballard Preeft. 
 Anthony Babington. 
 lohn Sauage. 
 Robert Barnwell. 
 Chodicus Techburne. 
 Charles Tilney. 
 Edward Abbington. 
 
 The names of the other vij 
 
 which were executed 
 
 on the next day 
 
 after. 
 
 Thomas Salsbury. 
 Henry Dun. 
 Edward Ihones. 
 lohn Trauers. 
 lohn Charnock. 
 Robert Gage. 
 Harman Bellamy. 
 
 FIiVJS. 
 
 T. D. 
 
 Imprinted at London at the Long Shop 
 
 adioyning vnto Saint Mildreds 
 
 Churche in the Pultric by 
 
 Edward Allde. 
 
 G 
 
a fearefuU ann terrible (E]catnple 
 
 of Gods iufte iudgement executed vpon a lewde Fellow, 
 
 who vfually accuftomed to fweare by 
 
 Gods Blood : which may be 
 
 A CAUEAT TO ALL THE WORLD 
 
 That tJiey blafpJieme not the name of their God 
 
 by Swearing. 
 
 MORTALL men ! which in this world 
 
 for time haue your repaft, 
 Approch the fearefulleft thing to heare, 
 
 and which hath happened laft : 
 Yea, fnch a thing as doth import 
 
 the Lord our God on hye, 
 
A fearefiill and terrible Example. 43 
 
 Through fvvearing by his bleffed name, 
 and that mod vfually. 
 
 Which flraunge event whilfl: that I do 
 
 perpend and to minde call, 
 My penne, in troth, is readie prefl 
 
 out of my hand to fall : 
 My hart alfo doth quaile in breft, 
 
 my eyes diftill a pace. 
 The faulte and brinifh teares alfo 
 
 do trickle downe my face. 
 
 But yet, good pen, hold on thy courfe, 
 
 to write do thou not linne, 
 For I the truth to profecute 
 
 hereof will now beginne. 
 There is a towne in Lincolnfhire, 
 
 which Boothbie hath to name, 
 Juft three miles diftant from Grantham, 
 
 a towne of ancient fame. 
 
 Wherein there dwells a gentleman, 
 
 the truth for to decyde, 
 Who Frauncis Pennell called is : 
 
 this may not be denyde. 
 It pleafed God this gentleman 
 
 into his houfe to hire 
 A feruingman to attend on him, 
 
 and borne in Worcefterlhire. 
 
44 ^ f careful I and terrible Example. 
 
 Which fayd young man inclyned was 
 
 vnto a thing not good, 
 As for to fweare by Chrifl his flefh, 
 
 and by his precious blood : 
 It was his ufuall kinde of oath 
 
 (O Satanift moft vile) 
 Wherewith he did his lining God 
 
 pollute and eke defyle. 
 
 Meaning in iuftice for to make 
 
 this viper varlet he, 
 A terrour vnto all the world 
 
 of fwearing for to be. 
 Our Lord commaunded Death at him 
 
 to fhoote his fatall dart, 
 Who ftraight, without protra6l of time, 
 
 gorde him vnto the hart. 
 
 Now when that he the panges of death 
 
 did feele and eke fuftaine, 
 Then he began, as you haue heard, 
 
 Gods name for to blafpheme ; 
 And neuer ceafed for to fweare 
 
 by lefus Chrift his blood, 
 Vntill his foule at the laft gafpe 
 
 foorth of his body yood. 
 
 And in this cruell extafie 
 
 he paffionate did lie 
 The fpace of three or foure whole weekes, 
 
 ftill fwearing bitterly. 
 
A fearcfull and terrible Example. 45 
 
 Now when that he had languifhed 
 
 the fpace that I haue fayde, 
 The people they perceiuing that 
 
 of force he muft be dead, 
 
 Caufed the bell for to be tollde, 
 
 that all for him might pray ; 
 Befeeching God his foiile to keepe 
 
 againfb the dreadfuU day. 
 But when that he had heard the bell 
 
 knolling moft drerilie, 
 He rufhing vp faid, by Gods blood 
 
 this bell it tolles for me. 
 
 He had no fooner fpoke thefe words 
 
 which I haue fhewd to you, 
 But that a pace his heart blood did 
 
 foorth of his body flowe ; 
 For why out of his fingers endes 
 
 his blood did ftreame full faft, 
 So did it foorth at his toes endes, 
 
 which made them all agafte. 
 
 And yet the Lord proceeded foorth 
 
 this trayterous wight to fcourge. 
 The blood gufht out, yea, at his wrifts 
 
 much like the foming furge ; 
 So did it alfo at his nofe 
 
 runne foorth aboundantlie. 
 With other filthie excrements 
 
 which man doth loathe to fee. 
 
/\6 A fcarefiill and terrible Example. 
 
 Thus died he, committing 
 
 his foule to Furies fell, 
 Which doe poffeffe th' infernall gulfe 
 
 and laberinth of hell. 
 Than was his body ftraight interde, 
 
 although in truth forlorne, 
 For whome it had beene better farre 
 
 if he had not beene borne. 
 
 Whofe hart is now fo obdurate, 
 
 that hearing of this thing 
 Will not permit out of the fame 
 
 great flouds of teares to fpring ; 
 Or whofe minde is fo fafcinate, 
 
 or eke fo lullde on fleepe, 
 That for to heare hereof will not 
 
 conftrained be to weepe .'* 
 
 And that for feare he fliould his God 
 
 through fwearing thus offend. 
 And thereby purchafe to him felfe 
 
 like dyre and rufull end. 
 O you ! that fweare at euerie word, 
 
 repleate with diuelrie, 
 For to abftaine from fwearing vile 
 
 let this a caueat be. 
 
 For fure I am we neuer ought 
 
 at any time to fweare, 
 Except the Chriftian magiftrate 
 
 by lawe doo it require ; 
 
A fearefull and terrible Example. 47 
 
 And if before him we doo fwcarc 
 
 in truth and holineffe, 
 The Lord himfelfe acknowledgeth 
 
 he thereby honourd is. 
 
 And thus I end, befeeching God 
 
 of his efpeciall grace, 
 That Ave all finfull fwearing may 
 
 abandon in each place. 
 Elizabeth, our noble Queene, 
 
 good Lord, preferue and flieeld, 
 That (he thy chafl & faithful! fpowfe 
 ^ may ftill maintaine and build. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Philip Stiibbes. 
 
 Imprinted at London for W. Wright, and 
 
 are to be fold at his fliop 
 
 in the Poultrie. 
 
Cl^e ji^ortljern Horn* 
 
 IN FOUR PARTS. 
 To a p leaf ant new Tune. 
 
 NOBLE lord of high renowne 
 Two daughters had, the eldeft browne 
 The youngeft beautifull and faire. 
 By chance a noble knight came there. 
 
 The father faid, Kind fir, I haue 
 Two daughters, & which do you craue } 
 One that is beautifull, he cryed, 
 The noble knight he then replyed. 
 
The Northern L ord. 49 
 
 She's young, flie's beautiful! and gay, 
 And is not to be giuen away ; 
 But, as jewels are bought and fold, 
 She fliall bring me her weight in gold. 
 
 The price, methinkes, you neede not grutch, 
 Since I will freely giue as much 
 With her owne fifter ; if I can 
 Finde out fome other nobleman. 
 
 With that befpake the noble knight : 
 More welcome is the beauty bright 
 At that high rate, renowned lord, 
 Then the other with a vaft reward. 
 
 So then the bargain it was made; 
 But ere the money could be paide 
 He borrow'd it of a wealthy lew. 
 The fum fo large. The writings drew, 
 
 That if he failde, or mifs'd his day, 
 So many ounces he fliould pay 
 Of his owne flefh, inftead of gold. 
 All was agreed ; the fum was told. 
 
 So he rcturn'd immediately 
 Vnto the lord, where he did buy 
 His daughter deare, of beautie rare, 
 And paide him downe the money there. 
 
50 TJie N art lien I Lord. 
 
 He bought her fo : it was well knowne 
 
 Vnto all men fhe w^as his owne. 
 
 By her a fon he did enioy, 
 
 A noble fwcete and comely boy. 
 
 At length the time of pay drew neare, 
 Whenas the knight began to feare : 
 He dreaded much the cruell Jew^, 
 Because tlie money then was dew^ 
 
 His lady afkt him why he griev'd ? 
 He faid, My jewell, I receiv'd 
 Such a huge fum, and of a Jew, 
 And with it I did purchafe you. 
 
 But now the day of payment's come, 
 I know not how to raife the fumme ; 
 He'll haue my flefh, yea, weight for weight, 
 Which makes my griefe and forrow^ great. 
 
 Tush ! neuer feare, the dame reply'd : 
 We'll crofs the raging ocean wide, 
 And fo fecure you from the fate. 
 To her requeft he yeelded ftrait. 
 
 PART n. 
 
 Then hauing paft the raging feas, 
 They trauail'd on, till by degrees 
 Vnto the German court they came ; 
 The knight, his fonne, and comely dame. 
 
The Northern Lord. 5 i 
 
 Vnto the emperor he told 
 His ftory of the fumme of gold 
 That he had borrovvd of a lew, 
 And that for feare of death he flew. 
 
 The emperor he did ere6l 
 A court for them ; and shewd refpe(5l 
 Vnto his guefts, bccaufe they came 
 From Britain, that bleft land of fame. 
 
 As here he lined in delight, 
 A Dutch lord told our English knight, 
 That he a ton of gold would lay 
 He could enioy his lady gay. 
 
 This Lord from her, then, was to bring 
 A rich and coftly diamond ring, 
 That was to proue and teftifie 
 How he did with his lady lye. 
 
 He tried, but neuer could obtaine 
 Her fauour, but with high difdaine 
 She did abhor his bafe intent ; 
 So to her chambermaid he went. 
 
 And told her, if fhe would but fleale 
 Her lady's ring, and fo conceale 
 The fame, and bring it to him flrait, 
 She fhould enioy his whole eftate. 
 
 In hopes of fuch a great reward 
 
 The ring Ihe ftole ; and the Dutch lord 
 
52 
 
 The Northern Lord. 
 
 Did take it to the Englifh knight, 
 Who almoft fwounded at the fight. 
 
 Home goeth he to his lady ftrait : 
 Meeting her at the pallace gate, 
 He flung her headlong in the nioate, 
 And left her there to finke or floate. 
 
 Soone afterward, in armour greene, 
 She like a warlike wight was feene ; 
 And in moft gallant feemely fort 
 She rode vnto the emperors court. 
 
 Now, when the emperor behild 
 Her graue deportment, he was fill'd 
 With admiration at the fight, 
 Who call'd her felfe an En 
 
 ifli knight. 
 
 The emperor did then reply : 
 An Englifh knight's condemn'd to dye 
 For drowning his falfe lady gay. 
 Quoth fhe, I'le free him, if I may. 
 
 PART HI. 
 
 She to the emperor did ride, 
 And faid. Now let the caufe be tryde 
 Once more; for lue refolu'd to faue 
 This noble gallant from the graue. 
 
The Northern Lord. 53 
 
 It was decreed, the court fhould fet. 
 The Dutch lord came, feeming to fret 
 About the ring ; as if in feare 
 The truth would make his Ihame appeare. 
 
 And fo it chanc'd ; for foone they call 
 The maid, who on her knees did fall 
 Before the iudge, and did defcry 
 The Dutch lord's fhamefuU treachery. 
 
 The court declared it to be fo : 
 The lady too, for ought we know, 
 May be aliue ; therefore we ftay 
 The fentence till another day. 
 
 Now the Dutch lord gaue him the ton 
 Of gold, that he had iuftly wonne ; 
 Which hauing done with fhame and griefe, 
 The Englifh lord had fome reliefe. 
 
 The Dutch lord, to reuenge the fpight 
 Upon our noble English knight. 
 Did fend a letter out of hand, 
 And gaue the Jew to underftand. 
 
 How he was in the German court : 
 Therefore, vpon this good report. 
 The Jew he croft the ocean wide, 
 Intent on being satisfied. 
 
 Soone as he fixt his greedy eies 
 Vpon the knight, in wrath he cries. 
 
54 ^/^<^' N 01' them Lord. 
 
 Your hand and feale I haue ; behold ! 
 Your flefli He haue inftead of gold. 
 
 Then faid the noble knight in greene : 
 Sir, may not the deed be i^^wo, ? 
 Behold it here ! reply ed the Jew, 
 But I refolue to haue my due. 
 
 Lo ! then the knight began to reade. 
 At laft he faid : I find in deede 
 Nothing but flesh you are to haue. 
 Anfwerd the Jew, That's all I craue. 
 
 The poore diftreffed knight was broght 
 The bloody-minded Jew he thought 
 That day to be reuengde on him, 
 And cut his flefli from euery limb. 
 
 The knight in greene faid to the lew. 
 Theres nothing els but flefh your due : 
 Then, fee no drop of blood you Ihed, 
 For if you do, you lofe your head. 
 
 Now take your due with all my hart ; 
 But with his blood we will not part. 
 With that the Tew foone went his way, 
 Nor had another word to fay. 
 
Tlic Northern L oni. 5 5 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 No fooncr were thefe troubles paft 
 But the wifes father came in haft, 
 Determin'd for to haue his Hfe 
 For drowning his beloued wife. 
 
 Ouer the feas her father brought 
 Many braue horfes : one was bought 
 By the difguifed knight in grcene, 
 Which was the beft that ere was feene. 
 
 They brought her lord from prifon then, 
 Guarded by many armed men, 
 Vnto the place where he muft dye ; 
 And the greene knight was ftanding by. 
 
 Then from her fide her fword ihe drew, 
 And ran her gelding through and throug 
 Her father afkt, Why dofl thou fo .? 
 I may ; it is mine owne, you know. 
 
 You fold your gelding, 'tis well knownc ; 
 I bought it, making it mine owne, 
 And may doe what I pleafe with it. 
 So then to her he did fubmit. 
 
 Here is a man arraign'd and caft, 
 And brought to fuffer death at laft, 
 Becaufe your daughter deare he flue ; 
 But if he did, concerns it you ? 
 
$6 The NortJiern Lord. 
 
 You had your money, when you fold 
 Your daughter for her weight in gold : 
 Wherefore he might, as I haue fliowne, 
 Do what him pleafed with his owne. 
 
 Then, hauing chang'd her armour grecne, 
 And dreft her felfe like to a queene. 
 Her father and her husband ftrait 
 Both knew her ; and their ioy was great. 
 
 Soone did they carry this report 
 Vnto the famous German court, 
 How the renowned English knight 
 Had found at length his lady bright. 
 
 The emperor and his lords of fame 
 With cheerfull harts did then proclaim 
 An vniuerfall ioy, to fee 
 This lady's life and libertie. 
 
 FIXTS. 
 
57 
 
 a trjarmng to all falge Craitorjs 
 
 BY EXAMPLE OF 1 4. 
 
 Wherof vi. were executed in diuers places neere about 
 
 London, and 2 neere Braintford, the 28. day 
 
 of Auguft, 1588. 
 
 Alfo at Ty borne were executed the 30 day vj. namely 5 Men 
 and one Woman. To the tune of Greenjlceues. 
 
 OU traitors all that doo deuife 
 To hurt our Queene in trecherous wife, 
 And in your hartes doo ftill furniize 
 which way to hurt our England, 
 Confider what the ende will be 
 Of traitors all in their degree, 
 Hanging is flill their deftcnye, 
 
 that trouble the peace of England. 
 
 I 
 
58 A zvaniiJig to all false Traitors. 
 
 Will not examples make you true, 
 But you will ftill the fteppes enfue 
 Of the vngodly Romifh crue 
 
 that trouble the peace of England ? 
 Remember Felton, long agoe, 
 And Campion that was hang'd alfo, 
 With a number great of traitors moe, 
 
 that troubled the peace of England. 
 
 Then Parrie, and Throckmorton eke, 
 Of traiterous drifts were not to feeke. 
 And diuers other haue doone the like 
 
 to trouble the peace of England : 
 And Babbington, with his wicked traine, 
 Continually did beate their braine 
 Which way and how they might obtaine 
 
 to trouble the peace of England. 
 
 But God, we fee, hath ftill made knowne 
 
 Their wicked meaninges euery one. 
 
 And death hath made their harts to grone, 
 
 that troubled the peace of England : 
 Yet will not thefe examples good 
 Once flay thefe traitors madding mood, 
 But ftill they feeke to fuck the blood, 
 
 of our gratious Oueene of England. 
 
 As late neer London there was feene 
 Two traitors hang'd on Myle-end greene, 
 Which did take part againft our Oueene, 
 to trouble her rcalmc of England : 
 
A tvarning to a!/ false Traitors. 59 
 
 The firfl: a preeft, his name was Deane, 
 The next was Weblin, who did meane 
 To helpe the Spaniards for to gleane 
 
 the fruites of the realme of England. 
 
 The next in Finsberrie fceld their died 
 A preefh that was a traitor tryed, 
 His name was Gunter, who denied 
 
 to helpe the good Queene of England : 
 But he would, for the Spaniards fake, 
 Prouide inuafion for to make, 
 And gainft our Queene their partes to take 
 
 to trouble the peace of England. 
 
 There died in Lincolnes feelde also 
 
 Moorton, a cruell traitor, too, 
 
 He being a preefl, with other moe, 
 
 did come to trouble our England : 
 And in that place there died with him 
 One Moore, that was a traitor grim, 
 Who would haue ventured life and lim 
 
 to hurt the good Queene of England. 
 
 There died eke at Clarkenwell 
 A preeft, that was a traitor fell. 
 His name was Acton, trueth to tell, 
 
 that troubled the peace of England ; 
 For why, he fought for to maintaine 
 The Pope, and eke the Spanish traine. 
 And did our gratious Queene difdaine, 
 
 with all that loue her in England. 
 
6o A ivariiing to all false Traitors. 
 
 Then Felton yong, who did upholde 
 The Pope, as did his father olde : 
 His falfe hart he to treafon folde, 
 
 to trouble the peace of England. 
 To Braintford he was had to dye, 
 Whereas he ftoutly did deny 
 To helpe our Queene and her cuntrye, 
 
 but fought the decay of England. 
 
 And in like manner Clarkfon, he 
 To Braintford went for company, 
 Where both were hanged vpon a tree 
 
 as enemies to our England : 
 Both preests they were, of Romish rout. 
 Who fubtilly did goe about 
 But yet for them it was no boot, 
 
 to hurt the good realme of England. 
 
 At Tyborne dyed, the thirteth day, 
 Flewett and Shelley, trueth to fay. 
 And Leigh, a preeft, who did denay 
 
 to aide the good Queene of England : 
 Martin and Rooche, that prefent died 
 At Tyborne, being traitors tryed ; 
 For, like the reft, they had denide 
 
 to aide the good Queene of England. 
 
 One Margeret Ward there died that daye, 
 For from Bridewell fhe did conuay 
 A traiterous preeft with ropes away, 
 
 that fought to trouble our England : 
 
A ivarning to ail false Traitors. 6i 
 
 This wicked woman, voide of grace, 
 Would not repent in any case, 
 But defperatly even at that place, 
 she died as a foe to England. 
 
 When law had paffed upon them fo, 
 They fliould be hang'd and quartered too. 
 Our Queene tooke mercy on them tho, 
 
 which fought her decay in England, 
 And pardoned them their greateft paine ; 
 Yet all her pitie was in vaine, 
 For to afke mercy they did difdaine 
 
 of the gratious Queene of England. 
 
 But God, we fee, dooth flill defend 
 Our gratious Queene unto the end, 
 Gainft traitors that doe ill pretend 
 
 to her and her realme of England. 
 God graunt that we may thankful! be 
 Vnto his glorious Maieftie, 
 That fo defendes the foueraignty 
 
 of the vertuous Queene of England. 
 
 The names of the 8. Traytors executed on the 
 eight and twentith of Auguft. 
 
 William Deane and Henry Webley, executed at Myle- 
 end. 
 
 William Gunter, executed at Fins-burye. 
 
62 A ivarniug^ to all false Traitors. 
 
 Robert Moorton and Hugh Moore, executed in Lincolns 
 Inne feelde. 
 
 Thomas A6lon, executed at Clarkenwell. 
 
 Thomas Felton and lames Clarkfon, executed neere 
 Braintford. 
 
 The names of them that were executed the 
 30 of Auguft. 
 
 Richard Flewett, Edward Shelley, Richard Leigh, Ri- 
 chard Martin and lohn Rooche, executed at Tyborne. 
 
 Alfo at the fame time one Margaret Ward for letting a 
 Seminarye Priefte out of Bridewell. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Imprinted at London by Edward AUdc 
 
 at the long (hop near 
 
 vnto S. Mildreds 
 
 Church. 
 
Cl^e ilantentation of jwr* pa^t^ mift 
 
 Of Plimouth, who, being forc'd to wed him, confented to his 
 
 Murder, for the loue of G. Strangwidge : for 
 
 which they fufifered at Barnftable 
 
 in Devonfhire. 
 
 T/ie Tune is Fortitne my Foe, &€. 
 
 NHAPPY fhe whom Fortune hath forlorne, 
 Defpis'd of grace that profferd grace did 
 
 fcorne, 
 My lawleffe loue hath luckleffe wrought my 
 
 woe, 
 My difcontent content did ouerthrowe. 
 
64 The lanicutatiou of Mr. Pages wife. 
 
 My lothed life to late I doe lament, 
 My wofull deedes in heart I doe repent : 
 A wife I was that wilfull went awry, 
 And for that fault am here preparde to dye. 
 
 In blooming yeares my Father's greedy minde, 
 Againft my will, a match for me did finde : 
 Great wealth there was, yea, gold and filuer ftore, 
 But yet my heart had chofen one before. 
 
 Mine eies diflikt my fathers liking quite, 
 My hart did loth my parents fond delight : 
 My childifh minde and fancie told to mee, 
 That with his age my youth could not agree. 
 
 On knees I prayde they would not me conftraine 
 With teares I cryde their purpofe to refraine ; 
 With fighes and fobbes I did them often moue, 
 I might not wed whereas I could not loue. 
 
 But all in vaine my fpeeches flill I fpent : 
 My mothers will my wifhes did preuent. 
 Though wealthy Page poffeft the outward part, 
 George Strangwidge ftill was lodged in my hart. 
 
 I wedded was, and wrapped all in w^oe ; 
 Great difcontent within my hart did growe : 
 I loathd to Hue, yet liude in deadly ftrife, 
 Becaufe perforce I was made Pages wife. 
 
 My clofen eies could not his fight abide ; 
 My tender youth did lothe his aged fide : 
 
The lamentation of Mr. Pages wife. 65 
 
 Scant could I taftc the meatc whereon he fed ; 
 My legges did lothe to lodge within his bed. 
 
 Caufe knew I none I fhould difpife him fo, 
 
 That fuch difdaine within my hart fhould growe, 
 
 Saue onely this, that fancie did me moue, 
 
 And told me ftill, George Strangwidge was my loue. 
 
 Lo! heere began my downfall and decay. 
 In minde I mufde to make him ftrait away : 
 I that became his difcontented wife, 
 Contented was he fliould be rid of life. 
 
 Methinkes the heauens crie uengeance for my fact, 
 Methinkes the world condemns my monftrous act, 
 Methinkes within my confcience tells me true, 
 That for that deede hell fier is my due. 
 
 My penfiue foule doth forrow for my fmne, 
 For which offence my foule doth bleed within ; 
 But mercy, Lord ! for mercy ftill I crye : 
 Saue thou my foule, and let my bodie dye. 
 
 Well could I wilh that Page enioyde his life, 
 So that he had fome other to his wife : 
 But neuer could I wifh, of low or hie, 
 A longer life then fee fweete Strangwidge die. 
 
 O woe is me ! that had no greater grace 
 To ftay till he had runne out Natures race. 
 My decdes I rue, but more I doe repent 
 That to the fame my Strangwidge gaue confent. 
 
 K 
 
(^ The lamcniation of Mr Pages wife. 
 
 You parents fond, that greedy-minded bee, 
 And feeke to grafife vpon the golden tree, 
 Confider well and rightfull iadges bee, 
 And giue your doonic twixt parents loue and mee. 
 
 I was their childe, and bound for to obey, 
 Yet not to loue where I no loue could laye. 
 I married was to muck and endleffe ftrife ; 
 But faith before had made me Strangwidge wife. 
 
 O wretched world ! who cankerd rufl doth blind, 
 And curfed men who beare a greedy minde ; 
 And hapleffe I, whom parents did force fo 
 To end my dayes in forrow, lliame and wo. 
 
 You Denfliire dames, and courteous Cornwall knights, 
 That here are come to vifit wofull wights. 
 Regard my griefe, and marke my wofull end, 
 But to your children be a better frend. 
 
 And thou, my dear, that for my fault muft dye, 
 Be not affraide the fting of death to trye : 
 Like as we liude and loude together true, 
 So both at once we'le bid the world adue. 
 
 Ulalia, thy friend, doth take her laft farewell, 
 Whofe foule with thee in heauen fliall euer dwell. 
 Sweet Sauiour Chrifb ! do thou my foule receiue : 
 The world I doe with all my heart forgiue. 
 
 And parents now, whofe greedy mindes doe fliow 
 Your harts defirc, and inward heauie woe, 
 
TJic hiinaitatioii of Mr. Pages wife, Gy 
 
 Mourn you no more, for now my heart doth tell, 
 Ere day be done my foule flialbc full well. 
 
 And Plimouth proude, I bid thee now farewell. 
 Take heede, you wines, let not your hands rebel ; 
 And farewell, life, wherein fuch forrow fhowcs, 
 And welcome, death, that doth my corps inclofe. 
 
 And now, fweete Lord ! forgiue me my mifdeedes. 
 Repentance cryes for foule that inward bleedes : 
 My foule and bodie I commend to thee, 
 That with thy bloud from death redeemed mee. 
 
 Lord ! bleffe our Queene with long and happy life, 
 And fend true peace betwixt eche man and wife ; 
 And giue all parents wifedome to forefee, 
 The match is marrde where mindes doe not agree. 
 
 r. D. 
 
 London. Printed by Thomas Scarlet. 1591. 
 
 Cl^e Lamentation of dSeorge ^trangtuitige. 
 
 Who for the confenting to the death of Mr. Page of 
 Plymouth, fuffered death at Barnftable. 
 
 To the time of Fortune, 
 
 < ^?^ HIl man that fighs and forowes for his fin, 
 
 The corps which care and wo hath wrapped in, 
 In dolefull fort records his fwan-like fong, 
 That waits for death, and loths to Hue fo long. 
 
68 The lavientation of George Strangwidge. 
 
 Glanfield ! caufe of my committed crime, 
 So wed to wealth as birds in bufh of lime, 
 
 What caufe hadft thou to beare fuch wicked fpight 
 Againfl my loue, and eke my harts delight. 
 
 1 would to God thy wifedome had beene more, 
 Or that I had not entred at thy doore. 
 
 Or that thou hadft a kinder father beene 
 
 Unto thy child, whofe yeares are yet but greenc. 
 
 The match vnmeete which thou alone didft make. 
 When aged Page thy daughter home did take. 
 Well maift thou rue with teares that cannot drie. 
 Which is the caufe that foure of vs muft dye. 
 
 Ulalia, more bright then fummers funne, 
 Whofe beauty had my loue for euer wonne. 
 My foule more fobs to thinke of thy difgrace. 
 Then to behold my owne vntimely race. 
 
 The deede late done in hart I doe repent, 
 But that I lou'de I cannot it relent : 
 Thy feemly fight was euer fwcete to me. 
 Would God my death could thy excufer be ! 
 
 It was for me, alas! thou didft the fame. 
 On me by right they ought to laye the blame : 
 My worthleffe loue hath brought thy life in fconie. 
 Now, wo is me that euer I was borne ! 
 
 Farewell, my loue, whofe loyall hart was feene : 
 Would God thou hadft not halfe fo conftant beene ! 
 
TJic lamentation of George Strangwidgc. 6) 
 
 Farewell, my loue, the pride of Plymouth towne ; 
 Farewell the flowre, whofe beauty is cut downc. 
 
 For twentie yeares great was the coft, I knowe, 
 Thine vnkind father did on thee beftow ; 
 Yet afterward fo fowre did fortune lowre, 
 He loft his ioy, his childe, within an howre. 
 
 My wrong and wo to God I doe commit. 
 Who was the caufe of matching them unfit ? 
 And yet my guilt I can not fo excufe, 
 We gaue confent his life for to abufe. 
 
 Wretch that I am, that my confent did giue ! 
 Had I denyde, Ulalia ftill fliould Hue. 
 Blind fancy faide, this fute doe not deny ; 
 Liue thou in bliffe, or els in forow dye. 
 
 O Lord ! forgiue this cruell deede of mine : 
 Vpon my foule let beames of mercy fliine. 
 In iuftice, Lord, doe thou not uengeance take : 
 Forgiue us both for Jefus Chrift his fake. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Imprinted at London by E. AUde. 
 
CI)e Cowplaint of aialUa, 
 
 For caufing of her Husband to be murdered for the love 
 of Strangwidge, who were executed together. 
 
 To the time of For time my foe. 
 
 F ever wo did touch a womans hart, 
 Or griefe did gaul for fin the outward part, 
 My confcicnce, then, and heauy hart within 
 Can witnes well the forrow for my finne. 
 
TJie complaint of Ulallia. 7 1 
 
 When ycares were young, my father forfh me wed 
 Againft my will, where fancie was not fed : 
 I was content his pleafure to obay, 
 Although my hart was linckt another way. 
 
 Great were the guifts they profferd in my fight, 
 With wealth they thought to win me to delight ; 
 But gold nor guifts could not my minde remouc, 
 And I was linckt whereas I could not loue. 
 
 Methought his fight was lothfome to mine eie ; 
 My hart did grudge againft him inwardly. 
 This difcontent did caufe my deadlie ftrife, 
 And with this wealth did caufe a grieuous life. 
 
 My conftant loue was on yong Strangwidge fet, 
 And wo to him that did our welfare let : 
 His loue fo deepe a hold in me did take, 
 I would haue gone a begging for his fake. 
 
 Wronged he was through fond defire of gaine, 
 Wronged he was ene through my parents plaine. 
 If faith and troth a perfe6l pledge might bee, 
 I had beene wife vnto no man but hee. 
 
 Eternall God ! forgiue my fathers deede, 
 And graunt all maidens may take better heedc. 
 If I had beene but conftant to my frend, 
 I had not matcht to make fo bad an end. 
 
72 The complaint of Ulallia. 
 
 But wanting grace, I fought my owne decay, 
 And was the caufe to make my friend away ; 
 And he on whom my earthlie ioyes did lie. 
 Through my amifs a fhamefuU death muft dye. 
 
 Farewell, fweete George, always my louing frcnd, 
 Needs muft I laud and loue thee to the end ; 
 And albeit that Page poffeft thy due, 
 In fight of God thou waft my husband true. 
 
 My w^atery eyes vnto the heauens I bend, 
 Craning of Chrift his mercie to extend. 
 My bloudy deede to me, O Lord I forgiue. 
 And let my foule within thy kingdome Hue. 
 
 Farewell, falfe world, and friends that fickle be ; 
 All wiues farewell ; example take by mee : 
 Let not the Deuill to murder you infpire, 
 Seeke to efcape fuch foule and filthie mire. 
 
 And now, O Chrift ! to thee I yeeld my breath. 
 Strengthen my faith in bitter pangues of death ; 
 Forgiue my faults and folly of my times, 
 And with thy bloud wafli thou away my crimes. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Printed by I. R. for Edward White. 
 
IN THE PRAISE OF LOUE AND FRIENDSHIP. 
 To the tune of Apelles. 
 
 HEN Hercules did vfe to fpin, 
 
 And Pallas wrought vpon the loonie, 
 
 Our trade to flourifh did begin, 
 
 While Confcience went not felling broome 
 
 Then loue and friendfliip did agree 
 
 To keepe the bands of amitie. L 
 
74 The Weauers Song. 
 
 When princes fons kept flieepe in field, 
 And queenes made cates of wheaten flowre, 
 
 Then men to lucre did not yeeld, 
 
 Which brought good cheere in euery bowre. 
 
 Then loue and friendfliip did agree, &c. 
 
 But when the gyants huge and hie 
 
 Did fight with fpeares Hke weauers beames, 
 
 Then they in yron beds did lie, 
 
 And brought poore men to hard extreames 
 
 Yet loue and friendfhip did agree, &c. 
 
 Then Dauid tooke his fling and ftone, 
 Not fearing great Goliaths ftrength ; 
 
 He pcarc't his braine and broke the bone. 
 Though he was fifty foote in length. 
 
 For loue and friendfliip did agree, &c. 
 
 The whiles the Greekes befieged Troy 
 
 Penelope apace did fpin, 
 And weauers wrought with mickle ioy, 
 
 Though gains were flow in comming in. 
 For loue and friendfhip did agree, &c. 
 
 Had Helen then fat carding wooll, 
 
 Whofe beauteous face did breedc the flrifc, 
 
 Shee had not been Sir Paris trull. 
 Nor caus'd fo many lofe their life ; 
 
 Yet we by loue did ftill agree, &c. 
 
The Wcauers Song. 75 
 
 Or had King Pryams wanton fonnc 
 
 Been making quills with fweete content, 
 
 He had not all his friends vndone, 
 When he to Greece a gadding went. 
 
 For loue and friendfliip did agree, &c. 
 
 The cedar trees indure more ftormes 
 Then little flirubs that fprout not hie : 
 
 The^weauer Hues more voide of harmes 
 Then princes of great dignitie. 
 
 While loue and friendfhip doe agree, &c. 
 
 The fhepheard fitting in the field 
 
 Doth tune his pipe with hearts delight : 
 
 When princes watch with fpeare and fhield, 
 The poore man foundly fleeps at night. 
 
 While loue and friendfhip doe agree, &c. 
 
 Yet this by proofe is dayly tride, 
 For Gods good gifts we are ingrate, 
 
 And no man through the world fo wide 
 Liues well contented with his flate. 
 
 No loue or friendfhip we can fee 
 To hold the bands of amitie. 
 
 London, Printed for E. White. 
 
76 
 
 agincoutt, 
 
 OR THE ENGLISH BOWMANS GLORY 
 To a p leaf ant new Time. 
 
 GINCOURT, Agincourt! 
 Know ye not Agincourt, 
 Where Knglifli flue and hurt 
 
 All their French foemen ? 
 With their pikes and bills brown, 
 How the French were beat downe, 
 Shot by our Bowmen ! 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt, 
 Neuer to be forgot. 
 
 Or known to no men ? 
 Where Englifh cloth-yard arrows 
 Killd the French, like tame fparrows, 
 
 Slaine by our Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt, 
 Where we won field and fort, 
 
 French fled like wo-men ? 
 By land, and eke by water, 
 Neuer was feene fuch flaughter, 
 
 Made by our Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt } 
 
Agiiicourt. 77 
 
 Englifli of cucry fort, 
 
 High men and low men, 
 
 Fought that day wondrous well, as 
 
 All our old ftories tell us, 
 
 Thankes to our Bowmen ! 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt ? 
 Either tale or report 
 
 Quickly will fliow men 
 What can be done by courage ; 
 Men without food or forage, 
 
 Still lufty Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt ? 
 Where fuch a fight was fought, 
 
 As, when they grow men, 
 Our boys fhall imitate, 
 Nor neede we long to waite ; 
 
 They'll be good Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt } 
 Where our fift Harry taught 
 
 Frenchmen to know men ; 
 And when the day was done 
 Thoufands there fell to one 
 
 Good Englifh Bowman. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Huzza for Agincourt ! 
 
y^ Agincourt. 
 
 When that day is forgot 
 
 There will be no men : 
 It was a day of glory, 
 And till our heads are hoary 
 
 Praife we our Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 
 Know ye not Agincourt ? 
 
 When our beft hopes were nought, 
 
 Tenfold our foemen, 
 Harry led his men to battle. 
 Slue the French like fheep and cattle. 
 
 Huzza ! our Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt ? 
 O, it was noble fport ! 
 
 Then did we owe men : 
 Men who a vi(5lory won us 
 Gainft any odds among us : 
 
 Such were our Bowmen. 
 
 Agincourt, Agincourt ! 
 Know ye not Agincourt t 
 Deare was the vi6lory bought 
 
 By fifty yeomen. 
 Afk any English wench, 
 They were worth all the French : 
 
 Rare English Women ! 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Printed for Henry Harper in Smithfield. 
 
79 
 
 a topfull netn l3aUati, 
 
 Declaring the happie obtaining of the great Galeazzo, 
 
 wherein Don Pedro de Valdez was the Chiefe, through the 
 
 mightie Power and Prouidence of God ; being a fpeciall 
 
 token of his gracious and fatherly goodneffe towards 
 
 vs : to the great encouragement of all thofe that 
 
 willingly fight in defence of his Gofpell, and 
 
 our good Oueene of England. 
 
 Si NOBLE England ! 
 
 fall downe vpon thy knee, 
 And prayfe thy God with thankfuU hart 
 which ftill maintaineth thee. 
 
8 o A ioyfiill neiv Ballad. 
 
 The forraine forces 
 
 that feeke thy vtter fpoyle 
 Shall then through his efpeciall grace 
 
 be brought to fhamefuU foyle. 
 
 With mighty power 
 
 they came vpon our coafl : 
 To ouer runne our countrie quite, 
 
 they made their brag and boaft. 
 In ftrength of men 
 
 they fet their onely ftay, 
 But we vpon the Lord our God 
 
 will put our trufl alway. 
 
 Great is their number 
 
 of fhippes vpon the fea, 
 And their prouifion wonderfull, 
 
 but, Lord ! thou art our ftay : 
 Their armed fouldiers 
 
 are many by account, 
 Their aiders eke in this attempt 
 
 doe fundrie wayes furmount. 
 
 The Pope of Rome, 
 
 with many bleffed graines, 
 To fan6lify their bad pretence 
 
 befhowde both coft and paines : 
 But, little Ifland, 
 
 be not difmayde at all ; 
 The Lord, no doubt, is on our fide, 
 
 which foone will worke their fall. 
 
yi ioyfull tirtv Ballad. 8 1 
 
 In happie hower 
 
 our foes we did difcry, 
 All vnder faile with gallant winde 
 
 as they came pafTing by. 
 Which fodaine tidings 
 
 to Plymouth being brought, 
 Full foone our Lord high Admirall 
 
 for to purfue them fought. 
 
 And to his men 
 
 courageoufly he faide, 
 Now for the Lord, and our good Queene 
 
 to fight be not afraide. 
 Regard our caufe.. 
 
 and play your partes like men. 
 The Lord, no doubt, will profper vs 
 
 in all our a6lions then. 
 
 This great Galeazzo 
 
 which was fo huge and high, 
 That like a bulwarke on the fea 
 
 did feeme to each mans eie : 
 There was it taken 
 
 vnto our great reliefe, 
 And diuers nobles, in which traine 
 
 Don Pedro was the chiefe. 
 
 Strong was Ihe ftuft 
 
 with cannon great and fmall, 
 And other inflruments of warre, 
 
 which we obtained all : 
 
 M 
 
82 A ioyfiill iieiv Ballad. 
 
 A certaine figne 
 
 of good fucceffe, we trufh, 
 That God will ouer throw the refl, 
 
 as he hath done the firft. 
 
 Then did our nauie 
 
 purfue the reft amaine, 
 With roaring noife of cannons great 
 
 till they neere Callis came. 
 With manly courage 
 
 they followed them fo faft, 
 An other mighty Galleon 
 
 they made to yeeld at lafl. 
 
 And in diftreffe, 
 
 for fafegard of their Hues, 
 A flag of truce they did hang out 
 
 with many mournfuU cries. 
 Which when our men 
 
 did perfe6lly efpye, 
 Some little barkes they fent to her 
 
 to board her prefently. 
 
 But thefe falfe Spanyards, 
 
 efteeming them but w^eake, 
 When they within their danger came, 
 
 their mallice foorth did breake. 
 With charged cannons 
 
 they layde about them then, 
 For to deftroy thofe proper barkes, 
 
 and all their valiant men. 
 
A ioyfiill new Ballad. 83 
 
 Which when otir men 
 
 perceiued fo to bee, 
 Like lions fierce they forward went 
 
 to quite this iniurie ; 
 And boarding them 
 
 with ftrong and mightie hand, 
 They killd the men vntill the arke 
 
 did finke in CalHce fand. 
 
 The chiefefl captaine 
 
 of this Galleon fo hye, 
 Don Hugo de Moncaldo he 
 
 in this fame fight did dye : 
 Who was the generall 
 
 of all the Galleons great, 
 But through his braines with powders force 
 
 a bullet ftrong did beat. 
 
 And many more 
 
 by fword did lofe their breath, 
 And many more within the fea 
 
 did fwimme and tooke their death. 
 There might you fee 
 
 the fait and foming floud 
 Dyed and ftaind like fkarlet red, 
 
 with ftore of Spanifli bloud. 
 
 This mightie veffell 
 
 was three fcore yards in length, 
 Moft wonderfull to each mans eie 
 
 for making and for ftrength : 
 
84 ^ ioyfnll new Ballad. 
 
 In her was placed 
 
 an hundred cannons great, 
 And mightily prouided eke 
 
 with bread, corne, wine and meat. 
 
 There was of oares 
 
 two hundered, I weene, 
 Three fcore foote and twelue in length 
 
 well meafured to be feene : 
 And yet fubdued 
 
 with many other more. 
 And not a fhip of ours loft : 
 
 the Lord be thankt therefore ! 
 
 Our pleafant countrie, 
 
 fo fruitful! and fo faire, 
 They doe intend by deadly warre 
 
 to make both poore and bare : 
 Our townes and citties 
 
 to racke and facke likewife, 
 To kill and murther man and wife 
 
 as malice doth auise. 
 
 And to deflower 
 
 our virgins in our fight. 
 And in the cradle cruelly 
 
 the tender babe to fmite : 
 Gods holy truth 
 
 they meane for to caft downe. 
 And to depriue our noble Queene 
 
 both of her life and crowne. 
 
A ioyfull 11 CIO Ballad. tS5 
 
 Our wealth and riches, 
 
 which we enioyed long, 
 They doe appoint their pray and fpoyle 
 
 by crueltie and wrong. 
 To fet our houfes 
 
 a fire ore our heads, 
 And curfedly to cut our throates, 
 
 as we lie in our beds. # 
 
 Our childrens braines 
 
 to dafli againft the ground, 
 And from the earth our memorie 
 
 for euer to confound : 
 To change our ioy 
 
 to griefe and mourning fad, 
 And neuer more to fee the dayes 
 
 of pleafure we have had. 
 
 But God almightie 
 
 be bleffed euer more, 
 Who doth encourage Engliflimen 
 
 to driue them from our fhore ; 
 With roaring cannons 
 
 their haftie fteps to ftay, 
 And with the force of thundring (hot 
 
 to make them flie away. 
 
 Who made account 
 
 before this time of daye, 
 Againft the walls of faire London 
 
 their banners to difplay : 
 
86 A ioyfull ueiv Ballad. 
 
 But their intent 
 
 the Lord will bring to nought, 
 If faithfully we call and pray 
 
 for fuccour, as we ought. 
 
 And you, deare brethren, 
 
 which beareth armes this day 
 For fafeguard of your natiue foyle, 
 
 marke well what I fhall fay : 
 Regarde well your duties, 
 
 thinke on your countries good, 
 And feare not in defence thereof 
 
 to fpend your deareft blood. 
 
 Our gratious Oueene 
 
 doth greete you euery our, 
 And faith flie will amongft you be 
 
 in every bitter ftoure ; 
 Defiring you 
 
 true Englifh harts to beare 
 To God and her, and to the land 
 
 wherein you nurfed were. 
 
 Lord God almightie 
 
 which hath the harts in hand 
 Of every perfon to difpose, 
 
 defend this Englilh land ! 
 Bleffe thou our Soueraigne 
 
 with long and happie life. 
 Indue her Councell with thy grace, 
 
 and end this mortall ftrife. 
 
A ioyfnll ?ick> Ballad. 
 
 Giue to the reft 
 
 of Commons more or leffe, 
 Louing harts, obedient mindes, 
 
 and perfe6l faithfuhierfe, 
 That they and we, 
 
 and all with one accord, 
 On Sion Hill may fmg the prayfe 
 
 Of our all mightie Lord. 
 
 Imprinted at London by R. L 
 
 «7 
 
 LONG the verdant fields all richly dide 
 With Natures paintments, and with Floras 
 
 pride ; 
 Whofe goodly bounds are liuely chryftall 
 ftreames, 
 Begirt with bowrcs to kcepc backc Phoebus beames : 
 
88 The Good SJu'pcJicard. 
 
 Eiien when the queiichleffe torch, the Worlds great eie, 
 Aduanc't his rayes athwartly from the fkie, 
 And by his power and heauenly influence 
 Reuiude the feeds of Springs decaied effence : 
 
 Then manie flockes vnite in peace and lone, 
 Not feeking ought but naturall behoue, 
 Paft quietly, vnchargde with other care, 
 Saue of the feede within that pafture faire. 
 
 Thefe flockes a fhepheard had of power & flcill. 
 To fold and feede and faue them from all ill ; 
 By whofe aduife they liude, w^hofe wholfome voyce 
 They heard, and feard with lone, and did reioycc 
 
 Therein with melodic of fong, and praife. 
 And daunce to magnifie his name alwaies. 
 He is their guide, they are his flocke and fold. 
 Nor will they bee by anie elfe controlld ; 
 
 Well knowing that whom he takes care to feede, 
 He will preferue and faue in time of neede. 
 Thus liude this holy flocke at harts content, 
 Till cruell beafts, all fet on rauifhment, 
 
 Broke off their peace, and ran vpon w^ith rage 
 Themfelues, their yong, and all their heritage. 
 Slitting their throates, deuouring lambes and all, 
 And diffipating them that fcapt the thrall. 
 
 Then did this iolly feaft to faft transforme, 
 (So aflvt the fury of that ragcfull florme) 
 
The Good Slicpcheard. 89 
 
 Their ioyfuU fong was tiirnd to mournfull cries, 
 And all their gladneffe chang'd to wcUadaies. 
 
 Whereat heaueii gricuing clad it felfe in blacke, 
 And earth in vproare triuniph'd at their vvracke. 
 What profits then the fheepehooke of their guide, 
 Or that he lies vpon a beacons fide. 
 
 With watchfull eies to circunifcribc their traine, 
 And hath no more regard vnto the paine. 
 To faue them from the daunger imminent, 
 Say fome, as are fo often incident ? 
 
 Tis not for that his arme wants ftrength to breake 
 All proud attempts that men of might doe make ; 
 Or that he will abandon vnto death 
 His owne, deare bouj^ht with the exchancre of breath. 
 
 •t>' 
 
 Nor muft we thinke that though they dye they perifli 
 Death dyes in them, and they in death reflourifli, 
 And this lifes loffe a better life renues 
 Which after death eternally enfues. 
 
 Though then their pafTions neuer feeme fo great, 
 Yet neuer comfort wants to fwage their heate : 
 Though ftrength of torments be extreame in durance, 
 Yet are they quencht by hope and faithes affurance. 
 
 For thankfuU hope, if God be grounded in it, 
 Affures the heart and pacifies the fpirit : 
 
 N 
 
 L 
 
90 The Good SJicpchcard. 
 
 To them that loue and reuerence his name 
 Profperity betides, and want of fhame. 
 
 Thus can no tyrant pull them from the hands 
 Of mighty God, that for their fafety ftands, 
 Who euer fees, and euer can defend : 
 Them whom he loues he loues vnto the end. 
 
 So that the more their furie ouerfloweth. 
 The more eche on his owne deftru(5lion foweth ; 
 And as they ftriue with God in polHcie, 
 So are they fooner brought to miferie. 
 
 Like as the fauage boar, diflodge from den 
 And hotely chafed by purfuit of men, 
 Runnes furioufly on them that come him neare, 
 And goares him felfe vpon the hunters fpeare. 
 
 The gentle puiffant Lamb, their champion bold, 
 So helps to conquer all that hurt his fold, 
 That quickly they and all their progenie 
 Confounded are, and brought to miferie. 
 
 This is of Juda the couragious Lion, 
 
 The conquering Captaine, and the Rockc of Sion, 
 
 Whofe fauour is as great to Jacobs line. 
 
 As is his fearfull frowne to Philiftine. 
 
 FINIS. T. B. 
 
 Printed at London by A. Iflip. 1597. 
 
Salomons; i^ouisetoife^ 
 
 OR THE PRAISE OF A GOOD WIFE, AS SET FORTH IN 
 HIS PROVERBS. 
 
 W/io can finde a vertitoiis woniaUy her price is 
 abotie rubies. — Prov. 
 
 E that a gratious wife doth findc, 
 
 VVhofe life puts vertue chiefc in ure, 
 One of the right good houfvvife kinde, 
 
 That man may well him felfe affiirc, 
 And boafting fay that he hath found 
 The richeft treafure on the ground : 
 
 \ 
 
gz Salomons Houfeiuifc. 
 
 Whofo enioycth fuch a loue, 
 
 Let him refolue with harts content, 
 She euer conftantly will proue 
 
 A careftill nuiTe and want prevent ; 
 With diligence and carefuU hecde, 
 Preuenting taft of beggers necde. 
 
 And while fhe Hues flie will procure, 
 By true and faithfull induftrie, 
 
 Tencreafe his wealth, and to infure 
 His ftate in all fecuritie : 
 
 To feeke his quiet, worke his eafe, 
 
 And for a word no way difpleafe. 
 
 Her houfliold folke from floth to keepe 
 She will indeuour with good heede ; 
 
 At worke more wakefuU then afleepe, 
 
 With place and ftuffe which houfwifes needc 
 
 To be cmployde : her hands alfo 
 
 The way to worke will others fhow. 
 
 Her wit a common wealth maintaines 
 Of needments for her houfhold ftorc, 
 
 And, like a fhip, herfelfe containes 
 
 The riches brought from forraine fliorc 
 
 Arriuing, with a bounteous hand, 
 
 Difpcarfing treafure through the land. 
 
Sa/onwjis Houfcwifc. 93 
 
 Before the day flic will arifc 
 
 To order things, and to prouide 
 
 What may her family fuffife, 
 
 That they at labour may abide. 
 
 If (lie haue land, no paines fliall want 
 
 To purchafe vines, fet, fow and plant. 
 
 No honeft labour fliele omit 
 
 In aught fhe can attaine vnto, 
 
 ]5ut will effay with ftrength and wit. 
 Adding the utmoft Hie can doe ; 
 
 And if the profit comes about, 
 
 By night her candle goeth not out. 
 
 A willing hand to the diftreft 
 
 She lends, and is a cheerfuU giuer: 
 
 Come winters cold and froftie gueft, 
 
 When idle houfwifes quake and quiucr, 
 
 She and her houfliold cloathed well, 
 
 The weathers hardneffe do expell. 
 
 Her fkill doth worke faire tapeflry, 
 With linnen furnifht of the beft : 
 
 Her needle workes doe beautifie. 
 And fhe in coftly fkarlet drefl : 
 
 When fenators affembled bee 
 
 Her husbands honour there fliele fee. 
 
94 Salomons Honfcivifc. 
 
 Her fpinning fliall her ftore increafe ; 
 
 The fineft cloath fhall yeeld her gaine, 
 And daily profit fhall not ceafe, 
 
 Which her vnidle hands maintainc. 
 Her cloathing fhall her worth expreffe, 
 And honours yeares her end poffeffe. 
 
 Her mouth fhall neuer opened bee, 
 
 But wifedome will proceede from it ; 
 
 And fuch milde gratious wordes yeelds flie, 
 Sweetneffe vpon her tong doth fit. 
 
 In age fhe will her care addreffe 
 
 To eate no bread of idleneffe. 
 
 Her children fhall their duty fhow 
 Moft reuerent to her all her life, 
 
 Her husband blcffe that he did know 
 The time to meete with fuch a wife ; 
 
 And vttering foorth his happineffe, 
 
 Her vertues in this wife expreffe. 
 
 I know tis true that more then one 
 
 Good houfwife there is to be found, 
 
 But I may boaft that thou alone 
 Aboue all women doft abound : 
 
 Yea, I protcfh in all my dayes 
 
 Thou art the firfl, and this thy praife. 
 
Saiojfiojis Houfcwifc. 
 
 VVliat thing is fauour but a iliade ? 
 
 It hath no certainc lafting howcr ; 
 Whereof is wanton beautie made, 
 
 That withereth like a fomnicrs flower ? 
 When thefe shall end their date of dayes, 
 She that feares God shall Hue with pra\fe. 
 
 95 
 
 And fuch a wife of worthie woorth, 
 Due glories lot will to her fall, 
 
 And great affemblies will giue foorth 
 What vertues shees adornd withall : 
 
 Her lifes renowme to fame shall reach. 
 
 Her good example others teach. 
 
 May batchelors of each degree, 
 
 In choofing of a beauteous wife, 
 
 Remember, what is ioy to fee 
 
 May lead to wofulneffe and ftrife : 
 
 Beauty is not a braue outfide ; 
 
 Beauty within is beauty's pride. 
 
 r. JX 
 
 FFNJS. 
 
 Printed for the Affifjnes of T. Sinicock< 
 
Clje ^tovv of 9111 iHa^'Ua^ 
 
 In the time of King Henry viij, and why it was fo called 
 and how Oueene Katherine begged the Lines of 
 two thoufand London Prentices. 
 
 To the tunc of EJfcx good nigJit, 
 
 { 
 
 |ERUSE the ftory of this land, 
 
 and with aduifement note the fame, 
 And yon fliall iuftly vnderftand 
 
 how 111 May-day firft got the name : 
 For when King Henry th'eight did raigne, 
 and rulde our famous kingdome here, 
 His royall Oueene he had from Spaine, 
 
 with whome he liude full many a yerc. 
 
The Story of III May-day. 97 
 
 Qucciic Kathcriiic, as our ftories tell, 
 
 fometime had beene his brothers wife, 
 By which vnlawfull marriage fell 
 
 an endleffe trouble during life : 
 But fuch kinde loue he ftill conceiude 
 
 of his good Queene and all her friends, 
 It was in Spaine and France perceiude, 
 
 and hither all their journey tends. 
 
 They with good leaue were fufifered 
 
 within our noble realme to ftay ; 
 Which multitude made vi6lual deare, 
 
 and all things els from day to day : 
 For ftrangers then did fo increafe, 
 
 by reafon of King Henries Queene, 
 And all were priuiledgde in peace 
 
 to dwell in London, as was feene. 
 
 Our tradefmen had fmall dealing then, 
 
 and who but ftrangers bore the bell ; 
 Which was a griefe to Englifh men, 
 
 to fee them here in London dwell. 
 Wherefore, God wot, on May-day eue, 
 
 as prentices on maying went, 
 They made the magiftrates beleeue 
 
 they had no other bad intent. 
 
 But fuch a may-game it was knowne, 
 
 the like in London neuer were ; 
 For by the fame full many a one 
 
 with loffe of life did pay full deere : 
 
 O 
 
98 The Story of III May -day. 
 
 Then thoufands came with Bilbo blade, 
 as with an army they should meete, 
 
 And fuch a bloudy (laughter made 
 
 of ftraungers as filldc all the ftrcete, 
 
 And made the channels run with blood 
 
 in euery ftreete where they rcmainde ; 
 Yea, euery one in danger flood 
 
 that any of their part maintainde. 
 The rich, the poore, the olde, the yong, 
 
 beyond the feas if born and bred, 
 By prentices there fuffred wrong 
 
 when armed thus they gatherd head. 
 
 Such multitudes together went, 
 
 no warlike troopes could them withfta nd, 
 Nor yet by pollicy preuent 
 
 what they by force thus tooke in hand ; 
 Till at the laft King Henries power 
 
 this multitude had compaft round, 
 And with the ftrength of Londons Tower 
 
 they were by force fuppreft and bound. 
 
 Hundreds were hangd by martial law 
 
 on fign pofts at their mafters doores, 
 By which the reft were kept in awe, 
 
 and frighted from fuch lewd vproars. 
 Some others who their fa6l repented, 
 
 two thoufand prentices at leaft, 
 Were all before the king prefented, 
 
 as Maior and magiftrates thought bcft. 
 
 1 
 
The Story of ill May-day. 99 
 
 And two and two together tyde, 
 
 through Temple Bar and Strand they goc 
 To Weft mi lifter there to be tryde, 
 
 with ropes about their neckes alfo : 
 lUit fuch a crye in euery ftreete 
 
 till then was neucr heard nor knowne, 
 l^y mothers for their children fweete 
 
 vnhappily thus ouerthrowne. 
 
 Their bitter moanes and fad laments 
 
 did reach the Court and places neare, 
 Whereat the Queene her felfe relents, 
 
 though it concernd her countrey dcare. 
 What if, quoth fliee, by Spanidi blood 
 
 haue Londons ftately ftreetes beene wet, 
 Yet will I feeke faire Englands good, 
 
 and pardon for thefe young men get. 
 
 Or els the world will fpeake of mee, 
 
 and fay Queene Katherine was vnkind, 
 And iudge me ftill the caufe to bee 
 
 thefe young men did misfortune finde 
 And fo, difrobde of rich attires, 
 
 with haire haiigd downe, fhe fadly hies, 
 And of her gracious Lord requires 
 
 a boone, which hardly he denyes. 
 
 The Hues, quoth fhe, of all the bloomes 
 
 yet budding greene, thefe youths, I craue : 
 
 O ! let them not haue timeleffe tombes, 
 for Nature longer limit gaue. 
 
lOO The Story of III May -day. 
 
 In faying fo the pearly teares 
 
 fell trickling from her princely eies ; 
 
 Whereat his gentle Queene he cheares, 
 
 and fays, Stand vp ! fweete Lady, rife. 
 
 The Hues of them I freelie giue, 
 
 no man this kindneffe fliall debar : 
 Thou haft thy boone, and they may Hue 
 
 to ferue me in my BuUein vvarre. 
 No fooner was this pardon giuen, 
 
 but peales of ioy rung through the hall, 
 As though it thunderd downe from heauen 
 
 the Oueenes renowne amongft them all. 
 
 For which, kinde Queene, with ioyfuU hart, 
 
 fhee gaue to them both thankes & praife ; 
 And fo from them did gently part, 
 
 and liude beloued all her dayes. 
 And when King Henry ftood in neede 
 
 of trufty fouldiers at command, 
 Thefe prentices prou'de men indeede, 
 
 and feard no force of warlike band. 
 
 For at the fiedge of Tours in France 
 
 they fhewd them felues braue Englifh men 
 At Bullein alfo did aduance 
 
 S. Georges glorious Standard then. 
 Let Turwen, Turney, and thofe townes 
 
 that good King Henry nobly wonne. 
 Tell London prentices renownes, 
 
 and all the decdes by them there donne. 
 
> > * > 
 
 ,» » » » 
 
 1111*1 
 
 The Story of III May- day. loi 
 
 Thus 111 May-day, and ill May games, 
 
 pcrformdc in young and tender dayes, 
 Can be no let to all their fames, 
 
 or ftaines of manhood any wayes : j'' ,% ; 2UV'*J 
 
 But now it is ordained by law, 
 
 we fee, on May-day Eue at night. 
 To keepe vnruly youths in awe, 
 
 our Londons Watch in armour bright : 
 
 Still to preuent the like mifdeed 
 
 which once by head-ftrong young men came ; 
 And thats the caufe, as I doe reade. 
 
 May-day hath got fo ill a name. 
 So now hencefoorth we need to feare 
 
 no fuch mifhap as they did bring. 
 But peace and order euerie where, 
 
 and loyal harts vnto our King. 
 
 London. Printed for Thomas Goffon. 
 
lo: 
 
 Clje Desperate ?E>am0ellj5 CrageD^, 
 
 OR THE FAITH LESSE YOUNG MAN. 
 To the tunc of Dnlcina. 
 
 N the gallant month of June, 
 When fweet rofes are in prime, 
 i\nd each bird with feuerall tune 
 llarmonioufly falutes the time, 
 
The dcfpcratc Dainfclls Tra^^cdy. 1 03 
 
 then to delight 
 
 my appetite 
 I vvalkt into a mcddow fairc, 
 
 and in the fliade 
 
 I fpyed a niaide, 
 Whofe loue had brou^^ht her to difpaire. 
 
 Shee her hands fate fadly wrinjj^ing, 
 Making piteous exclamation, 
 Vpon a falfe young man for bringing 
 Her into this great vexation. 
 
 Quoth flie, falfe youth, 
 
 Is there no truth 
 In thee, of faith haft thou no fliare ? 
 
 no, thou haft none, 
 
 tis to well knowne, 
 For me, poore wretch, now in defpaire. 
 
 How oftentimes haft thou protefted 
 That thou loueft me well indeed ? 
 And I performed what was requefted : 
 Too much truft my woe doth breed. 
 
 I let thee haue 
 
 what thou didft craue, 
 Seduced by thy fpeeches faire ; 
 
 and hauing had 
 
 thy will, falfe lad, 
 At laft thou leau'ft me in defpaire. 
 
 My dcareft iewell thou haft taken, 
 Which fliould ftand me in great ftead, 
 
1 04 TJic defpcrate Damfells Tragedy. 
 
 And now thou haft me quite forfaken, 
 And art, like falfe ^neas, fled 
 
 from Dido true : 
 
 what can infue 
 This faithles deed ? but end my care : 
 
 Hke her, a knife 
 
 muft end my life, 
 For I, like her, am in defpaire. 
 
 Then, fith tis fo, come, gentle death, 
 I yeeld my felfe vnto thy power, 
 Moft willing to refigne my breath 
 I am this inftant time and howre : 
 
 let thy keene dart 
 
 fuch force impart 
 That I may die, oh ! do not fpare : 
 
 from earth I came, 
 
 and willing am 
 Hence to returne with grim defpaire. 
 
 When fhe thefe bitter words had fpoken 
 From her minde fo fraught with woe, 
 Her heart was in her bofome broken. 
 Teares aboundantly did flow 
 
 from her faire eyes ; 
 
 then to the fkies 
 She did dire6l her hands with prayer, 
 
 and feem'd to moue 
 
 the pow'rs aboue 
 To fcourge the caufe of her defpaire. 
 
The dcfpcratc Damfclls Tragedy. 105 
 
 The Second Part. To the fame tune. 
 
 You Gods (quoth flie) I inuocate, 
 
 That as your iudgements flill arc iuft, 
 
 My wrongs, I pray you, vindicate. 
 
 Oh, may no mayds that young man trufl ! 
 
 henceforth may he 
 
 fo wretched be, 
 That none for him at all fliall care, 
 
 but that he may 
 
 for his foule play 
 Be brought, like me, to grim defpaire. 
 
 Hauing made an end of praying, 
 Suddenly flie drew a knife, 
 And I, that neere vnfeene was ftaying, 
 Ran in haft to faue her life ; 
 
 but ere that I 
 
 to her could cry, 
 That her owne life fhe might forbeare, 
 
 fhee, Dido like, 
 
 her heart did ftrike : 
 Thus dyde the damfell in defpaire. 
 
 With fuch force her felfe flie ftabbed, 
 Blood ranne out abundantly : 
 My heart within my bofome throbbed 
 To behold this tragedy. 
 
 Yet. though Ihe bled, 
 
 fhe was fcarce dead, 
 
1 06 TJic defperate Damfells Tragedy. 
 
 But gafping lay with her laft ayre, 
 and vnto me 
 fhee fpake words three, 
 
 Which fhewed the caufe of her defpaire. 
 
 Sir (quoth she) mufe not to fee me 
 Defperatly my felfe to flay, 
 For this fatall ftroake doth free me 
 From difgrace another way. 
 
 My honours dead, 
 
 my credits fledd. 
 Why therefore fhould I Hue in care ? 
 
 this being fpoke, 
 
 her heart firings broke : 
 Thus dyed the damfell in defpaire. 
 
 When death had done his worft vnto her, 
 I did wifhtly on her looke, 
 And by her fauour I did know her : 
 Therefore I my journey tooke 
 
 vnto the towne 
 
 where fhee was knowne. 
 And to her friends I did declare 
 
 what difmall fate 
 
 had hapt of late 
 Vnto this damfell in defpaire. 
 
 With brinish teares her friends lamented 
 To heare of her timeleffe end, 
 And euery one in griefe confented. 
 And with me along did wend 
 
TJic dcfpcratc Dajufells Tragedy. 1 07 
 
 vnto the place 
 
 where lay that face 
 That late aliue was fresh and faire, 
 
 now wanne and pale, 
 
 caufe life did faile : 
 Her life fhe ended in defpaire. 
 
 When this was told to her falfe louer, 
 He was of his wits beftraught, 
 And wildly ran the country ouer ; 
 Home hee'd by no meanes be brought. 
 
 Let this tale then 
 
 warne all young men 
 Vnconftancy fbill to forbeare, 
 
 for he betraide 
 
 this harmelefle mayde 
 Vnto her death through grim defpaire. 
 
 FINIS. M. P. 
 
 London. Printed for H, G. 
 1627. 
 
T08 
 
 iHattiS Creation^ anamsf ifall^ anD 
 CI)mt0 asetjemption* 
 
 In this Table is fet forth three principall things 
 
 Firft, mans Creation : fecondly, Adams Fall : 
 and, laftly, the happy reftoring againe 
 of all the faithfull by Chrift to the 
 vnchangeable loue of God. 
 
 A Tabic fit for all CJiriJlians to know. • 
 
 LMIGHTIE God made by his Word 
 All creatures that the earth afford : 
 The dark and light was then divided, 
 And thus by God it was decided. 
 The light by him was called Day, 
 The darkneffe Night, and fo they ftay. 
 
Adams Creation, &c. 1 09 
 
 2 
 And God faw all, and it was good, 
 From man to bcafb and fruitful! bud : 
 But Enuie then did Euc beguile, 
 And Eue brought Adam to exile 
 By eating that which was fore-told, 
 That they with it fliould not be bold. 
 
 Soone after this God did appeare, 
 Then Eue and Adam did him feare ; 
 And as He walk'd in coole of day 
 Thofe fmners hid themfelues away ; 
 But God did call them here below, 
 To tell him how they came to know. 
 
 Thus then begins the Man to fay, 
 She whom thou gau'fl did I obay ; 
 And Eue likewife excus'de the fa6l, 
 Imputing it to Serpents a6l. 
 And thus doe moft, in Adams line, 
 Shame not to fay, T/icfauifs not mine. 
 
 5. 
 But let all thofe thinke thus withall ; 
 That God is free from Adams fall, 
 Elfe how could he in truth proceede 
 Againft our Parents, as we reade } 
 He hates iniuftice here below, 
 And this his righteoufncffe doth show. 
 
10 Adams Creation, &c. 
 
 6. 
 
 Now, when our Parents tale was done, 
 Then iuftly God proceedes vpon : 
 The Serpent firft he curft in place, 
 And made Eue fubie6l with difgrace ; 
 And man in forrow labour muft 
 All dayes of life, then turne to duft. 
 
 7. 
 And Death likewife the time shall rue, 
 For Chrift alone shall it fubdue : 
 This truth is knowne to Satans woe, 
 Since Chrift hath broke his head alfo ; 
 For God did promife make to fend 
 A godly feede, all ftrife to end. 
 
 8. 
 This Seede is Chrift, free from all fmne 
 What Adam loft, that Hee did winne 
 By keeping that without all blame. 
 Which neuer man could doe the fame ; 
 And in our ftead he paid our debt, 
 To fet vs free from Satans net. 
 
 God will not now, nor e'er hereafter, 
 Condemne vs for our fmnes by nature ; 
 For how can that with iuftice ftand. 
 When God fliall twice one debt demand } 
 Therefore, it now remaines with vs 
 That we beleeue Chrift hath done thus. 
 
Adams Creation, &c. 1 1 1 
 
 lO 
 
 And thus beleeuing faithfully, 
 Chrifts righteoufncffe we muft apply; 
 For when we haue done all we may, 
 On his obedience muft wee ftay, 
 And thofe whofe faith is found and true 
 Doe practife ftill Gods lawes to doe. 
 
 II. 
 
 Of fuch as thefe doth God with fpeede 
 Accept their will as for their deede, 
 And though they fmne, for fo doe all, 
 Yet finally they fliall not fall ; 
 For by beleife in Chrift aboue 
 None can remoue thefe from his loue. 
 
 12. 
 
 O ! loue vs then of thy free grace, 
 Whereby in heauen we may haue place. 
 To praife thee ftill for thy free loue, 
 And loue thy praife for e'er aboue. 
 And now, good Lord, we craue no more, 
 But loue vs for thy loue therefore. 
 
 FIN2S. /. D. 
 
 Printed at London for Thomas Ellis, at the figne of the 
 Chriftopher in Pauls Church yard. 1629. 
 
C!)e lienor of tl^e 3!nn0 of Court 
 (tPentlemen, 
 
 Or a bricfe recitall of the Magnificent and Matchleffe Show, 
 
 that paffed from Hatton and Ely houfe in Holborne 
 
 to Whitehall, on Monday night being the third of 
 
 February, and the next day after Candlemas. 
 
 To the tunc of our noble King in his Progreffe. 
 
The Honor of tlic Inns of Court Gentlemen. 1 1 3 
 
 Y noble Mufe, afTift mee, 
 that I may with credit 
 viidcrgoe the tafkc. 
 A humor hath poffcft mee 
 To write a new ditty 
 of the triumphant Mafke, 
 Which lately was performed 
 in high magnifique fort, 
 To the honor of thofe gentry 
 
 that hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 Thefe noble minded gallants, 
 
 to fliew their true loue 
 
 to our Royall King and Queene, 
 Did largely fpend their talents 
 To make a faire fliew, 
 
 that the like was neuer feene. 
 To fet downe all exactly 
 
 my fkil comes far too fliort, 
 To the honor of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 The next day after Candlemas, 
 
 betwixt the houres 
 
 of feuen and nine at night, 
 This ftately company did paffe 
 From Hatton-houfe in Holborne 
 
 vnto White-hall in fight : 
 Of fuch a peereleffe obie6l 
 
 no age can make report, 
 
 o 
 
The Honor of the Inus of Court Gentlemen. 
 
 To the honour of tliofe i^entry 
 
 that h'ue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 A various crew of anticks all, 
 
 which feuerall humors 
 
 in fliape did reprefent, 
 The number of them was not fmall, 
 Which to the fpe6lators 
 
 gauc wonderful content : 
 Each one in his due pofture 
 
 did fliew exceeding fport, 
 To the honor of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 A hundred fweet }'ong gentlemen, 
 
 that all vpon great horfes 
 
 were mounted gallantly, 
 Clad in white cloath of tiffue then, 
 And red and white feathers, 
 
 mofb glorious to the eye ; 
 In equipage moft fumptuous 
 
 they paft in folemne fort : 
 Thefe were the braue young gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 By two and two, and foure by foure, 
 
 they flowly did ride 
 
 on their proud and haughty fleeds : 
 Search all the lands in Europe ore, 
 No men, both in perfon 
 
 and face thefe men exceeds. 
 
The Honor of the I tins of Court Gentlemen. 1 1 
 
 llieir time was Xowg in pafTin^, 
 
 yet people thought 'twas Ihort, 
 So much they prays'd the gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 The drums and trumpets loudly 
 
 did found before 
 
 this heroick company : 
 The horfes danced as proudly, 
 As fenfible 
 
 of this high folemnity. 
 Their fortune did attend them 
 
 in braue and folemne fort, 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Inns of Court. 
 
 The Second Part. To the fame tune. 
 
 But that which admiration 
 
 exa6ls from all men 
 
 which favv or heard of it 
 Was the charets 
 Which in falliion 
 
 for mighty princes and conquerors moft fit 
 The glory of this action 
 
 exceedeth all report, 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
 And fixe there were in number : 
 in thofe the maflvcrs 
 
1 1 6 The Honor of tJic I in is of Court Gentlemen. 
 
 themfelues did fit in ftate, 
 Which made the people wonder, 
 And rauifhed the fenfes 
 
 of all that there did waite. 
 The oldeft man aliue 
 
 cannot the like report, 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
 Two charets had foure horfes each, 
 that went by two and two : 
 the reft did goe by foure a breaft, 
 
 In order without any breach : 
 
 A thing which of all things 
 becomes a triumph beft ; 
 
 No one did breake aray, 
 but went in fober fort, 
 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
 Our gracious King, with his deare Queene, 
 
 did fit to behold 
 
 this fo beautiful fhow : 
 It ioy'd their hearts when they had feene 
 The true and loyal loue 
 
 that their fubiects to them owe. 
 Vnto their long liu'd credit 
 
 they fhewd their princely fport, 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
The Hotior of tJic luus of Court Ccut/cnicfi. i 1 7 
 
 Many thoufand pounds of gold, tis thought, 
 
 hath not the char^^e 
 
 of this matchleffe niafkc dcfrayd ; 
 Yet let no critick deeme that naught 
 Which hath on a fuddcn 
 
 employ'd fo many a trade. 
 Young people may hereafter 
 
 vnto their young report 
 The honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
 No prince throughout al Chriftendom 
 
 can like to our King 
 
 of fo ftrange a triumph boaft : 
 Thofe ftrangers that doe hither come 
 Wil fpread our Hands glory 
 
 abroad in many a coaft ; 
 For al their quaint deuifes 
 
 to this muft come farre fhort, 
 To the honour of thofe gentry 
 
 that Hue at the Innes of Court. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 M. P. 
 
 London. Printed for Thomas Lambert. 
 
ii8 
 
 an Cjccellent itteniep 
 
 Which you may admire at (without offence) 
 For euery Hue fpeaks a contrary fenfe. 
 
 TJic ttine is Tarlctoiis Medley. 
 
 N fummcr time when folks make hay, 
 All is not true that people fay ; 
 The fool's the wifeft in the play, 
 
 tufh ! take away your hand. 
 
A /I Rxcclloit Medley. 1 19 
 
 The fidlers boy hath broke his bafe, 
 Sirs, is not this a pitious cafe ? 
 Moft gallants loath to fmcll tlie mace 
 of Wood-ftreet. 
 
 The City follows courtly pride ; 
 Jone fwears flie cannot John abide, 
 Dick wears a dagger by his fide : 
 
 come, tell us what's to pay. 
 The lawyers thriue by others fall, 
 The weakeft always goes to the wall, 
 The fhoo-maker commandeth all 
 
 at's pleafure. 
 
 The weauer prays for hufwiues ftore, 
 A pretty woman was Jane Shore, 
 Kick the bafe rafcal out o' the door, 
 
 peace, peace, you brawling curs ! 
 A cuckolds band wears out behind, 
 Tis eafie to beguile the blind. 
 All people are not of one mind, 
 
 hold, carman ! 
 
 Our women cut their hair like men, 
 The cock's ore-mafter'd by the hen ; 
 Theres hardly one good friend in ten : 
 
 turn there on the right hand. 
 But few regard the cries o' th' poor. 
 Will fpendeth all [and fomething more] 
 The fouldier longeth to go o're, 
 
 braue knockinij ! 
 
I20 All Excellent Medley. 
 
 What fhall we do in thefe fad days ? 
 Will not the wicked mend their waies ? 
 Some lofe their Hues in drunken frays ; 
 
 the pudding burns to th' pot. 
 The cooper fays the tubs [hold grift,] 
 The cobler preaches what he lift, 
 Their knauery now is manifeft ; 
 
 hold, halter ! 
 
 When the fifth Harry fail'd to France : 
 Let me alone for a country dance, 
 Nell will bewail her lucklefs chance, 
 
 fie on falfe-hearted men ! 
 Dick Tarleton was a merry wag : 
 Hark how that prating afs doth brag, 
 John Dory fold his ambling nag 
 
 for kick-fliaws. 
 
 The faylor counts the fhip his houfe, 
 rie fay no more but Dun's the moufe, 
 He is no man that fcorns a loufe ; 
 
 vain pride vndoes the land. 
 Hard-hearted men make corn fo dear. 
 Few Frenchmen loue well Englilh bear ; 
 I hope e're long good news to hear, 
 
 hey luftick ! 
 
 Now hides are cheap the tanner thriues : 
 Hang thofe bafe knaues that beat their wiues. 
 He needs mnft go that the Deuil driues, 
 God blefs us from a irun ! 
 
An Excellent Medley. 121 
 
 The beadles make the lame to run, 
 Vaunt not before the battel's won, 
 A cloud fometinies may hide the fun : 
 chance medley. 
 
 The furgeon thriues by fencing fchools, 
 Some for ftrong liquor pawn their tools, 
 For one wife man there's twenty fools : 
 
 oh ! when fliall we be married ? 
 In time of youth when I was wild, 
 Who toucheth pitch fhall be defii'd, 
 Mol is afraid she is with child : 
 
 peace, Peter ! 
 
 The poor ftill hope for better days, 
 I do not loue thefe long delays ; 
 All loue and charity decaies, 
 
 in the dales of old. 
 Im very loath to pawn my cloak, 
 Meer pouerty doth me prouoke ; 
 They fay a fcald head is foon broke, 
 
 poor trading ! 
 
 Hark, mother, hark, there's news in town. 
 What tell you me of half a crown } 
 Now the Excife is going down, 
 thou prateft Hke an afs. 
 I fcorn the coyn, giue me the man : 
 
122 A /I Excellent Medley. 
 
 Pray pledge the health, fir ; I began : 
 I loue King Charles, fay what you can, 
 God faiic him ! 
 
 The Dutchmen thriue by fea and land, 
 Women are (hips and muft be man'd, 
 Lets brauely to our colours ftand, 
 
 Courage, my hearts of gold ! 
 I read in modern hiftories 
 The King of Sweden's vi6lories : 
 At Iflington there's pudding pies, 
 
 hot cuftards. 
 
 The tapfter is vndone by chalk. 
 Tush ! tis in vain to prate and talk, 
 The parrot prattles ; walk, knaues, walk. 
 
 Duke Humfrey lies in Pauls. 
 The fouldier hath but fmall regard. 
 There's weekly news in Pauls Church Yard 
 The poor man crys the world goes hard, 
 
 cold winter ! 
 
 Heigh for New England, hoyfe vp fail ! 
 The truth is ftrong and will preuail, 
 Fill me a cup of nappy ale, 
 
 hang care ! the kings a comming. 
 This ^^^ hath long a hatching been : 
 When you haue done, then wee'l begin, 
 Oh, what an age do we line in ! 
 
 hang pinching. 
 
An Exec 11 cut Medley. 123 
 
 From Long-lane cloath and Turn-ftilc boots, 
 O, fie vpon thefe fcabbed coots ! 
 The cheapeft meat is reddish roots, 
 
 come all for a penny. 
 Light my tobacco quickly here. 
 There lies a pretty woman near : 
 This boy will come to naught, I fear, 
 
 proud coxcombe ! 
 
 The world is full of odious fins, 
 'Tis ten to one but this horfe wins : 
 Fools fet ftools to break wife mens shins ; 
 
 this man's more knaue then fool. 
 Jane oft in priuate meets with Tom. 
 Husband, thouart kindly welcome home. 
 Haft any money } lend me fome, 
 
 I'me broken. 
 
 \\\ antient times all things were cheap, 
 'Tis good to look before you leap, 
 When corn is ripe 'tis time to reap : 
 
 once walking by the way. 
 A jealous man the cuckow loaths, 
 The gallant compliments with oaths, 
 A wench will make you fell your cloaths ; 
 
 run, broker. 
 
 The courtier and the country man 
 Let's Hue as honcft as we can : 
 
124 
 
 Aji Excellent Medley 
 
 When Arthur firfl: in court began, 
 
 his men wore hanging fleeues. 
 
 In May when grafs and flowers are green, 
 
 The ftrangeft fight that ere was feen. 
 
 God fend our gracious King and Queen 
 to London ! 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 M. P. 
 
 Printed at London for H. G. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Page i. Two propernue Ballettes. Neither date nor 
 printer's name are appended to the broadfide containing 
 thefe two firfl Ballads; but the typography is obvioufly 
 early, and they may be assigned to some year between 
 1530 and 1540 — older, we apprehend, than the most an- 
 cient printed ballad the date of which has been afcertained. 
 
 P. 6. Hugh Syngelton, the printer of this broadfide, 
 was carrying on his trade about the year 1550; his firfl 
 known work bears date 1553. Our fpecimen once formed 
 the fly-leaf of a book, and part of the text is deftroyed. 
 
 P. 8. This ballad was communicated to the editor by 
 the late Dr. Maitland, at the time he was librarian to the 
 Archbifhop of Canterbury. Under the imprint is placed 
 the figure of Robert Copeland, as it appears on the title- 
 pages of fome of the other produ6lions of his prefs. Dr. 
 Maitland, at the fame time, ftated to the editor that there 
 exifted, in one of the Lambeth MSS., another copy with 
 fome variations: although it refembles the ftyle of Skelton's 
 ** Now a dayes," (Works, i, p. 148), it has no name, nor 
 initials, either to the printed or to the written copy. 
 
 P. 16. Refpe6ling John Pit, or Pitts, fee " Bibliographical 
 Account," etc. ii, 172. 
 
 P. 21. Throgmorton was hanged, not beheaded as might 
 be fuppofed from the wood-cut. The fame wood-cut was 
 ufed in 1641 on the title-page to a profe narrative of the 
 death of Strafford, and for other fimilar produ6lions, in 
 profe and verfe : at the earlieft date, at which we have met 
 with it, it had been much battered. 
 
\ 26 Noft's, 
 
 \\ 2iS. \Vc h;wc lU) mc.'uis of .ifTij^ninji^ to their real 
 owner the initials VV. M. at the end of this broaiKule, hut 
 the fame letters follow fome comnieiulatory lines prefixed 
 to F. Twyne's "News from the North", \$y() and 1582. 
 There were two editions of this ballad in tlu* fame year, 
 diflTering only verball\, tliDuidi foiuo of the changes are 
 curious. One edition, probably the lirll, was reprinted in 
 ** Roxburj^he Jkdlads \ 1847, and the other is here ^iven. 
 
 P. 29. The initials at the end of this elegiac poem are 
 thofe of Richard Mulcafler; and he may have compofcd 
 what is by no means 11 difcreditable piece of verfilication. 
 
 P. 31. The late Mr, Lemon, of the State Paper Oflicc, 
 j^ave the editor a copy of this droll and not ill-written bal- 
 lad. It feems that the Society of Anticpiaries has a proof 
 of it, which contains a Itanza more than the examplar we 
 have employed. The editor has alfo an old MS. of it, dif- 
 ferinjT materially from both. It has no date, and the 
 wooil-cuts. both at the boginnin<;" and end, are not fo old 
 as the typography : yet the knight on horfeback has 
 the Tudor rofe very obviouHy embroitlored on the houfinos 
 of his Heed. We have (ccix it prefixed to old ballads of 
 "Patient Griffell," published as late as 1640 or 1650. 
 
 P. 36. The place ^iven to this head, on the broadfide 
 to which it belongs, feems to Ihew that it was intended for 
 a likenefs of Younj^^ Babbinj;ton, who was fo dangeroufly 
 energetic in the aid he attempted to give to the Queen of 
 Scots: if fo, it is, we apprehend, the only exilling repre- 
 fentation of his features. It was not given in KS40, when 
 this ballad was firll reprinted, 
 
 P. 41. The initials T. D, shew that this broadfule was 
 by Thomas Deloney, *• the ballading silk-weaver", who 
 generally availed Iiimfelf o( public executions in o\\\cv to 
 
profit by the occ^tlon. We \\\i\y i\t>tice heiv, tlmt the 
 rqjiftei^ of St, Giles Cripple^<\te thew thi\t he r\ Hileil 
 in th«t |>i\ri(h, whe^v hii* fon Kich<\i\l wuh chrlltenoil k\\\ 
 1 6th 0<^lober» 1586, the year of owr UOUil^ aiul wh<c\\\X a 
 nu>nth iU>er the execution theix^in oon\men\\M<aet!, 
 
 W .p, F»x>n\ Thon^us Nrtlh, we le<^rn \\\M V\\\\\\\ Stuhhe>»» 
 the author of this hiilhui (taken by Wright (wmw »n untlateit 
 traC^^), was one of *Mhe eonnuon jMU)phlotei>i of Lt>nilon"; 
 unii» apparently by way of ileriliun, Nalh c\>uples hin\ 
 with Deloney and Armin* Unqueftionably, the verilftca- 
 tion of the piece before us has very huiui)le pivtenHons to 
 be calleti poetry; it is fubfcribetl l\ vS, in the bn^atllUle, 
 and not at length as in the trai*^, which contains antUher 
 ballad by Stuhluvs. 
 
 r. 48, The mull remarkable cinnunUance about thi« 
 ballad is that it is in part founded upon the main incitlent 
 in Shakcfpeare's ** Merchant t>f Venice * ; while •* Cyndwline" 
 (unlefs the ballad be okler, which harilly feems pin^bable) 
 is laitl under contributitui for antUher In^pt^rtant clannn- 
 Ibvnce. The conclufion, as reijards the Green Knl^^dit, was 
 probably tUriveil from romance; Green Knights a i^e nun- 
 lioncd both by Gascoi^ne ami Warner, The tu'i^lnal 
 li L., without printer's name, forn^erly palTed through the 
 hands of Thorpe, the bookft'llcr ; and tht* etlltor has a m\u h 
 coniiptoil cupy of It, *' PiiiUt'd ami Told in Akicrmary 
 Church-yard, l^ow Lane, London," n .1 
 
 P. 57. 'I'hc two heads ftuMU inliihlid Im lilviiU'fTcH uf 
 the man (a dir^uirctl Je(uit) whn t'liiipctl litim Ikitlcwcll, 
 iiul of the woman who afTifted him ; they arc In a feparate 
 Iramc, as if to tlinin^^jiiKb them, ffpt'cially, from the otlu-r 
 twi'lvo ('tdprit'i, 'I'iii-u- i-> no ii.iiiu* .out mo iiiili.di .it lite 
 c\u\ (tl the hall.itl 
 
128 Notes. 
 
 P. 63. Mr. Page of Plymouth was murdered by his wife, 
 her paramour, and their accomplices, in P'ebruary 1591, and 
 they were executed at Barnflaple very foon afterwards ; 
 about which date this and the two ensuing ballads muft 
 have been printed. The whole ftory may be read in Vol. 
 II of the " Shakefpeare Society's Papers", p. 79 ; and the 
 remembrance of it continued fo fresh in 1599, that Ben 
 Jonfon and Dekkerwere then employed upon a tragedy con- 
 taining the incidents. See Henslowe's Diary, p. 155, etc. 
 
 P. 73. " The Weaver's Song" was probably firft printed 
 in Deloney's ''Jack of Newbury", of which the earlieft 
 notice feems to have been in 1595. From "Jack of New- 
 bury" it was tranfplanted into a broadfide, no doubt on ac- 
 count of its popularity. 
 
 P. yG. Henry Harper, whofe name is found at the end 
 of this broadfide, was a publifher of ballads and chap- 
 books as late as 1640 or 1650; but this animated hiftorical 
 efifufion muft have been very current before 1600, becaufe 
 it is quoted in Heywood's play of " The firft part of Ed- 
 ward IV", of that date, A61 li, fc. 2. 
 
 P. 79. There is a copy of this ballad in the British 
 Mufeum, but of an edition different from the prefent, and 
 with different ornamentation: we fufpe6l that R. I. [Richard 
 Jones], whofe initials, as printer, are at the end of the copy 
 we have ufed, pirated it with fome variations from Edward 
 White's firft edition, which has T. D. at the termination, as 
 the initials of Deloney, the author. R. I. did not venture 
 to repeat T. D., and indeed did not avow his own name at 
 length in connexion with the broadfide, which he headed 
 by a fhip-of-war in full fail. The copy in the B. M. has 
 no fliip of war above the title. 
 
 P. 87. The letters T. B. at the end of this moral and 
 
iVotrs. 
 
 129 
 
 religious broadfidc are thofe of Thomas Beard, author of 
 the "Theatre of God's Judgments", 4to., 1597. We had a 
 MS. copy of the performance in our hands for many years, 
 not knowing from whence it was derived, until we met with 
 it a fliort time ago in the firft edition of Beard's work. 
 
 P. 91. By Deloney ; originally publiflied as a broadfide, 
 and afterwards included in a volume called "Strange Hif- 
 tories" in 1607. The differences between the two copies are 
 not of much importance, excepting that the concluding 
 ftanza, one of the beft, was omitted in 1607. Simcocke, no 
 doubt, reprinted from an earlier copy, which had the whole 
 ballad as it came from the pen of its author. 
 
 P. 96. Also in "Strange Hiftories", 1607, but without 
 the concluding quatrain, fo that it is there imperfe(5l, the 
 laft ftanza having only four inftead of eight lines. No 
 doubt, when the broadfide firft came out. Queen Elizabeth 
 was reigning, and was celebrated at the clofe : this por- 
 tion was omitted in 1607, becaufe King James was then 
 on the throne ; but when Goffon reprinted the ballad, about 
 1630 or 1640, he made the conclufion complimentary to 
 Charles I. No copy is known which contains the original 
 tribute to Elizabeth, and which muft have appeared about 
 1597 or 1598. 
 
 P. 102. The initials at the end prove that this produc- 
 tion was by Martin Parker, and the date shews that it must 
 have been his earlieft effort. It has nowhere been affigned 
 to him, or even noticed, that we are aware of. 
 
 P. 108. By John Davies of Hereford, as we gather from 
 his initials at the clofe. His earlieft effusion was a fonnet 
 to W. Parry, printed on the last page of his account (4to., 
 1600) of the voyage of the Shirleys : Parry's tra6l is fo 
 
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1 30 Notes. 
 
 rare, in confequence of the order agalnfl it at Stationers' 
 Hall (fee Pref. p. xii), that it has not been recorded by 
 fome modern bibliographers : it was reprinted by the 
 prefent editor a few years fnice. The fonnet by Davies 
 occupies the laft leaf. 
 
 P. 112. The proceffion which this ballad celebrates was 
 for Shirley's Masque " The Triumph of Peace," performed 
 at Whitehall on 3rd February, 1633. The ballad was one 
 of Martin Parker's temporary effufions ; and it was un- 
 known to the Rev. Mr. Dyce when he completed Gifford's 
 edition of Shirley's Works : it has not been included in 
 any lift of M. P.'s publications. 
 
 P. 118. We have never met with a fpecimen of a 
 " Medley" in any ancient or modern collection of ballads ; 
 yet, from the time of Tarleton downwards, they were ex- 
 tremely popular, and the tune to which "Tarleton's Med- 
 ley" (now loft) was fung was generally, as here, adopted by 
 his imitators. One of the moft succefsful was by the writer 
 of this ballad, which contains the prominent lines of many 
 popular performances, not a few of which will inftantly 
 occur to memory; fuch as "In fummer time", "A pretty 
 w^oman was Jane Shore," " Dick Tarleton was a merry 
 wag," "When our fifth Harry fail'd for France," "John 
 Dory fold his ambling nag," " When Arthur firft in court 
 began," etc., etc. The fac-fimile of a ftreet-mufician at the 
 head of this reprint, gives an exa6l and contemporaneous 
 reprefentation of the cumbrous " Lincolnfliire bagpipe", 
 the " melancholy drone" of which is celebrated by Shake- 
 fpeare, Henry IV, Part I, A 61 I, fc. 2. 
 
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