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The valiant actes And victorious Battailes of the English nation

from the yeere of our Lord, one thousand three hundred twentie and seuen: being the first yeare of the raigne of the most mightie Prince Edvvard the third, to the yeere 1558. Also, of the peaceable and quiet state of England, vnder the blessed gouernement of the most excellent and vertuous Princesse Elizabeth: A compendious declaration written by C. O. And newly translated out of Latine verse into English meeter. By I. S. [i.e. John Sharrock]
Sharrock, John

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TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL Sir William Mohun Knight, long lyfe, and heauenly felicitie.
  
William Bluett: studient in the Vniversitie Colledge in Oxenford in praise of the work and Author.
  
TO THE MOST EXCELLENT and most mighty Princesse Elizabeth, by the grace of God, of England Fraunce and Ireland Qveene, Defendresse of the Fayth, &c.
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The notable Battailes and high exployts of the English nation.
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ELIZABETH QUEENE.
  
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TO THE NOBLE, AND most vertuous Lady, indued with all kinde of good Literature, excellent, both in the Greek, and Latine tongue, the Lady MYLDRED, Wife to the right honourable Lord, Baron of Burghley, Lord high Treasurer of England.
  
To the gentle Reader.
  
ELIZABETH QVEENE.

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To the gentle Reader.

If verses you delight, with stately stile and sounding wordes
Which loftie swell, seeke Poetts bookes, which such high thinges affords,
You will perchance affirme, that of so high, & mighty a Queene
A worke should of more maiestie, and statelinesse be seene,
I worthie her confesse, whome Homer should in sugred verse,
Or with the Notes, of warbling Lute Apollo great rehearse.
I am no Poet, you pardon must me, since I pardon pray,
If that a bourden ouer vast, do downe my shoulders way.
My arte vnto the vertue yeeldes, of her a Prince so great,
Which shuld be sounded by a trompe more shril, with winds repleat
If others lye in silence shrinde, why should my Muse not sing?
But when her laud, in fluent phrase, from one more learnd shal spring
Then will I these my papers voyde the fiery flames to feed,
Meane time the honour of her Grace, let these my verses breede.
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