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A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses

Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson
Johnson, Richard (1573-1659?)

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A PRINCELY SONG made of the Red Rose and the White, royally vnited together by king Henry the seauenth, and Elizabeth Plantaginet, daughter to Edward the fourth, from whom our now Soueraigne Lord King Iames linnially descended.
 
A delightfull song, of the foure famous feasts of England, the one of them ordayned by King Henry the seuenth, of the honor of Marchant Taylers, shewing how seauen Kings haue bin free of that company, and now last he graced with the loue of our renowned Prince Henry of great Brittaine.
 
The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle, and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore: as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants.
 
The complaint of faire Isabell for the losse of her honor, at the end whereof shee slew her selfe.
 
A Song of Sir Richard Whittington, who by strange fortunes, came to bee thrice Lord Maior of London, with his bountifull guifts and liberallity giuen to this honorable Citty.
 
The life and death of the great Duke of Buckingham, who came to an vntimely end, for consenting to the deposing of the two gallant young princes, King Edward the fourths Children.
 
The wofull death of Queene Iane Wife to King Henry the eight. and how King Edward was cut out of his mothers belly.
 
A short and sweet sonnet made by one of the maides of honor vpon the death of Queene Elizabeth, which she sowed vppon a sampler in red silke.
 
The life and death of famous Th. Stukely, an English gallant in the time of Queene Elizabeth, who ended his dayes in a battaile of Kings in Barbarie.
 
A most royall song of the life and death of our late renowned Princesse Queene Elizabeth.
 
A Song of a Beggar and a King.
 
A Louers Song in praise of his Mistresse.
 
In praise and dispraise of women.
 
The Louers fairing sent to his best beloued.
 
The Maidens kind answere to her louer.
 
A maides complaint for lack of a loue: Expressing the anguish in mind she doth prooue
 
The Lamentation of an Ale-wifes daughter for the losse of her Virginity.
 
A new Sonnet of Coridon and Phillida.
 
Coridons Complaint.
 
Phyllidaes kind replye.
 
A New sonnet of a Knight and a faire Virgin.
 
A new song of an Hostisse and her Guests.
 
A Lamentable Ditty on the death of a nobleman who was executed in the time of King Edward.
 
A pleasant new Sonnet intituled, mine owne deare Lady braue
 
A new Sonnet, of a curst wife and her husband.

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The wofull death of Queene Iane Wife to King Henry the eight. and how King Edward was cut out of his mothers belly.

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To the tune of the lamentation for the Lord of Essex.

When as King Henry ruld this land,
he had a Queene I vnderstand:
Lord Semors daughter faire and bright,
King Henries comfort and delight:
Yet death by his remorslesse power,
did blast the bloome of this sweet flower.
Oh mourne, mourne mourn faire Ladies,
Iane your Queene the flower of England dies.
His former Queenes beeing wrapt in lead,
This gallant Dame possest his bed:
Where rightly from her wombe did spring,
a ioyfull comfort to hir King,
A welcome blessing to the land,
preserud by Gods most holy hand.

Oh mourne, mourne mourne faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of England dies.
The Queen in trauell pained sore,
full thirty wofull daies and more:
And no way could deliuered be,
as euery Lady wisht to see,
Wherefore the King made greater mone,
then euer yet his grace had showne.
Oh mourne, mourne mourne, faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of England dies.
Beeing somthing eased in his mind,
his eyes a slumbring sleepe did find:
Where dreaming he had lost a rose,
but which he could not well suppose,
A ship he had a rose by name,
oh no it was his royall Iane:
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of England dies.
Being thus perplext in greefe and care,
a Lady to him did repaire:
And said oh King shew vs thy will,
thy Queenes sweet life to saue or spill.

If she cannot deliuered be,
yet saue the flower if not the tree.
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne, faire Ladies,
Iane your Queene, the flower of England dies.
Then downe vppon his tender knee,
for help from heauen prayed he:
Meane while into a sleepe they cast,
his Queene which euermore did last.
And opening then her tender woombe,
aliue they tooke this budding bloome:
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne, faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of Englands dead
This babe so borne much comfort brought,
and cheard his fathers drooping thought:
Prince Edward he was cald by name,
gracd with vertue wit and fame:
And when his father left this earth,
he ruld this land by law full birth.
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne, faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of Englands dead
But marke the powerfull will of heauen,
we from this ioy were soone bereauen.
Six yeares he raigned in this land,

and then obeyed Gods command,
And left his Crowne to Mary heere,
whose fiue years raigne cost England deare
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne faire Ladies,
Iane your Queen the flower of Englands dead
Elizabeth raigned next to her,
Europes pride and Englands starre:
Wonder world, foor such a Queene,
vnder heauen was neuer seene.
A mayd, a Saint, an Angell bright,
in whom all princes tooke delight:
Oh mourne, mourne, mourne faire Ladies,
Elizabeth the flower of Englands dead.
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