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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

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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 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.

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To the tune of when Flying fame.

When Yorke and Lankaster made war,
within this famous land:
The liues of Englands royall peeres,
did in much danger stand.
Seauen English Kings in bloody feelds,
for Englands crowne did fight:
In which their heires were all but twaine,
of liues bereaued quight.


Then thirty thousand Englishmen,
were in one battle slaine:
Yet could not all this English blood,
a setled peace obtaine.
For fathers kind their deere sonnes killd,
and sonnes their fathers slew:
Yea kindreds fought against their kind.
and not each others knew.
At last by Henries lawfull claime,
this wasting warre had end:
For Englands peace he soone restord,
and did the same defend.
For Tyrant Richard, namd the third,
chiefe breeder of this woe:
By him, was slaine neare Leaster towne,
as cronicles doe show.
All feares of warre he thus exild,
which ioyd each Englishman:
And daies of long desired peace,
within the land began.
He ruld his Kingdome by true loue,
to cheire his subiects liues:
For euery one had dayly ioy,
and comfort of their wiues.


King Henry had such princely care,
our further peace to frame:
Tooke faire Elizabeth to wife,
that gallant Yorkest dame.
Fourth Edwards daughter (blest of God)
to scape King Richards spight:
Was thus made Englands peareles Queene,
and Henries hearts delight.
Thus Henry first of Tudors name,
and last of Lankaster:
With Yorkes right heire, a true-loues knot,
did linke and tie full fast.
Renowned Yorke the White Rose gaue,
braue Lankaster the Red,
By wedlocke here conioynd to grow,
both in one princely bed.
These Roses sprang and budded faire,
and carried such a grace:
That Kings of England in their armes,
affords them worthy place.
And florish may these Roses long,
that all the world may tell,
The owner of these princely flowers,
in vertues doe excell.


To glorifie these Roses more,
King Henry and his Queene:
First plac'd their pictures in red gold,
most gorgeous to be seene.
The Kings owne gard, now weares the same,
vpon their backes and brest:
Where loue and loyalty remaines,
and euer-more shall rest.
The Red Rose on the backe is plast,
thereon a crowne of gold:
The White Rose on the brest as braue,
and costly to behold.
Bedeckt most rich with siluer studs,
on cotes of Scarlet red:
A blushing hew, (which Englands fame)
now many a yeare hath bred.
Thus Tudor and Plantaginet,
these honors first deuized:
To well-come long desired peace,
with vs so dearely prized.
A peace that now maintayned is,
by Iames our royall King:
For peace brings plenty to the land,
with euery blessed thing.


To speake againe of Henries praise,
his Princely liberall hand:
Gaue guifts and graces many waies,
vnto this famous land.
For which the Lord him blessings sent,
and multiplied his store,
In that he left more wealth to vs,
then any any King before.
For first his sweet and louely Queene,
a ioy aboue the rest:
Brought him both sonnes and daughters faire
to make this kingdome blest.
The royall blood that was at ebb,
so increased by this Queene:
That Englands heires vnto this day,
doe florish faire and greene.
The first faire blessing of his seede
was Arthur prince of Wales:
Whose vertues to the Spanish court,
quite ore the Ocean sayles.
There Ferdinand, the King of Spaine,
his daughter Katherne gaue:
For wife vnto the English Prince,
a thing that God would haue.


Yet Arthur in his lofty youth,
and blooming time of age:
Submitted meekely his sweet life,
to deaths unpartiall rage.
Who dying so, no issew left,
the sweet of natures ioy:
Which compast England round with griefe
and Spaine with sad anoy.
King Henries second comfort prou'd,
a Henry of his name:
In following time eight Henry cald,
a King of noble fame.
He conquered Bullen by his sword,
with many townes in France:
His manly might, and fortitude,
did Englands fame aduance.
He Popish Abbies first supprest,
and Papestry puld downe:
And bound their lands by parliment,
vnto his royall crowne.
He had three children by three wiues,
all Princes raining here:
Edward, Mary, and Elizabeth:
a Queene belou'd most deare.


These three sweet branches bare no frute,
God no such ioy did send:
Through which the Kingly Tudors name,
in England here had end.
The last Plantaginet that liu'd,
was nam'd Elizabeth:
Elisabeth last Tudor was,
the greatest Queene of earth.
Seuenth Henry yet we name againe,
whose grace gaue free consent:
To haue his daughters married both,
to Kings of high dessent.
Margret the eldest of the twaine,
was made great Scotlands Queene,
As wise, as faire, as vertuous,
as eare was Lady seene.
From which faire Queene (our royall King)
by lineall course descendeth:
And rightfully inioyes that crowne,
which God now still befrendeth.
For Tudor and Plantaginet,
by yeelding vnto death:
Hath made renowned Stewards name,
the greatest vpon earth.


His younger daughter Mary calld,
as Princely by degree:
Was by her father worthy thought,
the Queene of France to be.
And after to the Suffolke Duke,
was made a noble wife:
Where-in the famous English court,
she lead a vertuous life.
King Henry and his louely Queene,
reioyst to see the day:
To haue their children thus aduanst,
with honors euery way.
Which purchast pleasure and content,
with many a yeares delight:
Till sad mischance by cruell death,
procur'd them both a spight.
The Queene that faire and princely dame,
that mother meeke and mild:
To ad more number to her ioyes,
againe grew big with child.
All which brought comfort to her King,
against which carefull hower:
He lodgd his deare kind-hearted Queene,
in Londons stately Tower.


That Tower which prou'd so fatal once,
to Princes of degree:
Prou'd fatall to this noble Queene,
for therein died she.
In child-bed lost she her sweet life:
her life esteemd so deare,
Which had beene Englands louing Queene,
full many a happy yeare.
The King herewith pocest with griefe,
spent many months in moane:
And dayly sight and said that he,
like her could find out none.
Nor none could he in fancy chuse,
to make his weded wife:
Therefore a widdower would remaine,
the remnant of his life.
His after daies he spent in peace,
and quietnesse of mind:
Like King and Queene, as these two were,
the world can hardly find.
Our King and Queene, yet like to them,
in vertue and true loue:
Haue heauenly blessings in like sort,
from heauenly powers aboue.