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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Henry the first. An. Dom. 1100.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Henry the first. An. Dom. 1100.

This Henry (for his wisedome Beuclarke nam'd)
Th'vnlawfull Lawes and measures he reclaim'd.
The Norman Duke, eld'st Brother to the King,
To claime the Crowne a mighty Hoast did bring.
Saint Bartholomewes was founded and Saint Gyles,
And Henry stop'd Duke Roberts mouth with wiles.
Then peace was made; but after, warres did rise,

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The King tooke's brother, and put out his eyes.
Here Windsor Church and Castle were erected,
And Wales (rebeld) most sharpely was corrected.
All the King's Sonnes and eight score persons more,
Were drown'd by tempest neere the Norman shore.
Thus all his Ioy in Childrens losse bereft,
Saue onely Maud, the Widdow Empresse left,
Whom Geffrey Anioy's Earle to wife did get,
From whom did spring the name Plantagenet.
The King proclaim'd his Daughter, or her seede,
After his death should in the Realme succeede,
And after thirty fiue yeeres time was past,
King Henry by a surfet breath'd his last.
Much trouble in his dayes this Kingdome wearied,
He dyed, and dead, at Redding he lies buried.
Thus God that lifts the low, casts downe the high,
Caus'd all the Conquerors sonnes vntimely dye.