Fames Trumpet soundinge Or Commemorations of the famous liues and deathes, of the two right honourable Knights of England: the right honourable Sir Walter Mildmay, and Sir Martin Calthrop, Lord Mayor of this honorable Citty of London, who deceased this yeere 1589. Not onely necessary to bee seene, but also to be followed of euery worthy personage in their callings. Written by Henry Robarts |
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The honorable life and death of the most famous and noble Counseller, Sir VValter Mildmay knight, one of her highnes most honourable priuie Counsell, & Chaunceller of the Court of the Exchequer, who departed this life, at his house in great S. Bartholmewes, the 30. of May last passed.
What
shrikes, & plaints, what heauie mourning cryes
Doo pearce mine eares, and fil my hart with mone?
With wringing hands what meanes this wofull noyse,
Those direful tunes from harts deepe spent with grone.
Why walke you thus like men with greefe forlorne,
What wofull chance hath you behapt of late,
What causeth thus so heauy mourning state.
Doo pearce mine eares, and fil my hart with mone?
With wringing hands what meanes this wofull noyse,
Those direful tunes from harts deepe spent with grone.
Why walke you thus like men with greefe forlorne,
What wofull chance hath you behapt of late,
What causeth thus so heauy mourning state.
Why greeues the Phœnix of this Westerne Ile?
Why mournes her Peeres and Nobles of her land?
What cause haue they all mirth for to exile,
And Commons eke in such sad dumps to stand,
At pleasure theirs, which may so much commaund.
No losse of treasure nor Iewels of what store,
Could cause you thus with teares for to deplore.
Why mournes her Peeres and Nobles of her land?
What cause haue they all mirth for to exile,
And Commons eke in such sad dumps to stand,
At pleasure theirs, which may so much commaund.
No losse of treasure nor Iewels of what store,
Could cause you thus with teares for to deplore.
Tell then deere freends, the cause of your annoy,
Explaine the greefe that doth your harts offend,
Tell tell the cause you cease your wonted ioy
And whollie nowe to sorrowes yoke thus bend,
Yeelding such sighs as to the heauens ascend.
Such teares, such greefe, such heauie morning mone,
Mongst Commons all, full sildome hath beene knowne.
Explaine the greefe that doth your harts offend,
Tell tell the cause you cease your wonted ioy
And whollie nowe to sorrowes yoke thus bend,
Yeelding such sighs as to the heauens ascend.
Such teares, such greefe, such heauie morning mone,
Mongst Commons all, full sildome hath beene knowne.
When Common wealth doth lose a noble freend,
A staffe of comfort to the Commons all,
A Iustice good, which poore mens cause will tend,
And lend his eare to harken to their call,
Such losse, such lacke, the Commons harts doth gall.
Loe such an one hath late resignd his breath,
By cursed hand of fierce and cruell death.
A staffe of comfort to the Commons all,
A Iustice good, which poore mens cause will tend,
And lend his eare to harken to their call,
Such losse, such lacke, the Commons harts doth gall.
Loe such an one hath late resignd his breath,
By cursed hand of fierce and cruell death.
Mildmay, graue Knight of Counsell to our Queene,
Of Th' exchequer Court the Chauncellor that was,
In honors place that oftentimes was seene,
And highlie stood in fauour of her grace,
By cruell death is reft from noble place,
Entomb'd in earth his corps doo now remaine,
The losse of whom doth cause vs thus complaine.
Of Th' exchequer Court the Chauncellor that was,
In honors place that oftentimes was seene,
And highlie stood in fauour of her grace,
By cruell death is reft from noble place,
Entomb'd in earth his corps doo now remaine,
The losse of whom doth cause vs thus complaine.
Mildmay by name, was milde in all his deedes,
Pure was his thoughts, like gold his vertues shine,
His vpright iustice fewe or none exceedes,
To poore nor rich he neuer would encline
But right with right, as Lawes did him assigne.
To euery man he iustice did impart,
As cause requird, and equitie of hart.
Pure was his thoughts, like gold his vertues shine,
His vpright iustice fewe or none exceedes,
To poore nor rich he neuer would encline
But right with right, as Lawes did him assigne.
To euery man he iustice did impart,
As cause requird, and equitie of hart.
For Princes cause, as his allegeance bound
And duetie of that honorable place,
He carefull was, his actions also sounde,
With conscience pure he wayed euery case.
As well for Commons, as profit to her grace.
That Prince nor Subiects had iust cause to say,
Mildmay hath wrongd vs any kind of way.
And duetie of that honorable place,
He carefull was, his actions also sounde,
With conscience pure he wayed euery case.
As well for Commons, as profit to her grace.
That Prince nor Subiects had iust cause to say,
Mildmay hath wrongd vs any kind of way.
When poore complaind he ready was to heare,
To ease their greefe was cheefe of his delight,
When poore opprest was forced to appeare,
In Exchequer Court, where he their cause might right.
He was their help, he freed their enemies spite,
Yea, Mildmay euer was the man they sought,
Who many a cause to happy end hath brought.
To ease their greefe was cheefe of his delight,
When poore opprest was forced to appeare,
In Exchequer Court, where he their cause might right.
He was their help, he freed their enemies spite,
Yea, Mildmay euer was the man they sought,
Who many a cause to happy end hath brought.
As Solon graue his counsell was full sweete
When he was set mongst Nobles of the lande,
For Commons good his counsell was most meete,
And for their wealth, as for his Prince would stand,
With reuerent care of what he had in hand.
To glory of God, to Commons welth and good,
Through grace of him that bought vs with his blood.
When he was set mongst Nobles of the lande,
For Commons good his counsell was most meete,
And for their wealth, as for his Prince would stand,
With reuerent care of what he had in hand.
To glory of God, to Commons welth and good,
Through grace of him that bought vs with his blood.
Thus as at home, so in affaires abroade,
When Prince did please his seruice to commaund,
Ambassadour to King of France he yode
From gracious Queene to giue him vnderstand,
What was his charge vnder her highnes hand.
Which place of trust he did discharge so well,
As France reports his wisdome did excell.
When Prince did please his seruice to commaund,
Ambassadour to King of France he yode
From gracious Queene to giue him vnderstand,
What was his charge vnder her highnes hand.
Which place of trust he did discharge so well,
As France reports his wisdome did excell.
His grauitie and bountie great withall,
The French admire, and him a Cæsar name,
Cato for wisedome, for prowesse Haniball,
His courage such as gained endlesse fame,
Amongst French Nobles which beheld the same.
Where Mildmay liues, though death his life hath tane,
And still shall liue, eternized by fame.
The French admire, and him a Cæsar name,
Cato for wisedome, for prowesse Haniball,
His courage such as gained endlesse fame,
Amongst French Nobles which beheld the same.
Where Mildmay liues, though death his life hath tane,
And still shall liue, eternized by fame.
His valour showne in person braue and stoute,
Ile not omit when Prince his ayde did neede.
Seauen score odde men on horseback in a route
All furnisht well to doe some noble deede,
At his owne cost, they forward did proceede.
Against Sir Wyat to defende her right,
For which desert she dubt him then a Knight.
Ile not omit when Prince his ayde did neede.
Seauen score odde men on horseback in a route
All furnisht well to doe some noble deede,
At his owne cost, they forward did proceede.
Against Sir Wyat to defende her right,
For which desert she dubt him then a Knight.
There did he shewe his noble valiant hart,
In cheefest prease did Mildmay venture forth,
Where like himselfe he shewd his conquering hart,
And with his sword made proofe of mickle worth.
Showing thereby his loyaltie and truth,
To Prince to God, and to his Countrey both,
As subiect good according to his othe.
In cheefest prease did Mildmay venture forth,
Where like himselfe he shewd his conquering hart,
And with his sword made proofe of mickle worth.
Showing thereby his loyaltie and truth,
To Prince to God, and to his Countrey both,
As subiect good according to his othe.
When Spanyards proude disturbt our quiet land,
And noble Lords did showe theyr warlike traines,
For Countries good all states employd their hand,
To fight for Prince, and put our foes to paines,
Then Mildmay showed without regard of gaines,
A band of men, with horse appointed well,
Lead by his Sonne, whose valoure did excell.
And noble Lords did showe theyr warlike traines,
For Countries good all states employd their hand,
To fight for Prince, and put our foes to paines,
Then Mildmay showed without regard of gaines,
A band of men, with horse appointed well,
Lead by his Sonne, whose valoure did excell.
Who like a branche from Mildmaies loynes esprong,
Most Lyon like yong Anthony did attend
On enemies backs, with branding blade to ha'rung
Such valiant strokes, as Spanyardes liues should ende.
Most resolute in what he did pretend.
Showing hereby a noble Mildmayes hart,
Foe to all such as sought his Countries smart.
Most Lyon like yong Anthony did attend
On enemies backs, with branding blade to ha'rung
Such valiant strokes, as Spanyardes liues should ende.
Most resolute in what he did pretend.
Showing hereby a noble Mildmayes hart,
Foe to all such as sought his Countries smart.
Thus as in Court to counsell he was fit,
So in the field like seruice he hath doone,
His Counsell sage, his prudent readie wit
By golden trompe throughout the world doth run,
Whose fame shall liue so long as shines the sunne.
For vertuous life, for counsell graue and wise,
Mildmay our Knight was held in worthy prise.
So in the field like seruice he hath doone,
His Counsell sage, his prudent readie wit
By golden trompe throughout the world doth run,
Whose fame shall liue so long as shines the sunne.
For vertuous life, for counsell graue and wise,
Mildmay our Knight was held in worthy prise.
A booke in print nowe extant to be seene,
Did Mildmay write vnto his lasting praise,
Of counsell good all states that may be seene,
To frame their liues, both God and world to please
As well in house as other kind of waies.
By which is seene of Common welth his care,
Such godly mind his liuing doth declare.
Did Mildmay write vnto his lasting praise,
Of counsell good all states that may be seene,
To frame their liues, both God and world to please
As well in house as other kind of waies.
By which is seene of Common welth his care,
Such godly mind his liuing doth declare.
His zeale to learning, and maintaine the same
The world doth know if I forget to tell,
In Cambridge Towne he late a house did frame,
A Colledge faire, which hight Emanuell.
Placing a manie of poore schollers there to dwell.
For whose maintainance as by record appeare,
He giues for euer four hundreth pound a yeere.
The world doth know if I forget to tell,
In Cambridge Towne he late a house did frame,
A Colledge faire, which hight Emanuell.
Placing a manie of poore schollers there to dwell.
For whose maintainance as by record appeare,
He giues for euer four hundreth pound a yeere.
And like a Patrone which did learning loue,
With graue foresight he poore men first there plast,
Prescribing rules from which they may not mooue,
So long as Manuell monument doth last,
A worthy note for Nobles that are plast
In high estate to imitate his waies,
Which vertue sought vnto his ending daies.
With graue foresight he poore men first there plast,
Prescribing rules from which they may not mooue,
So long as Manuell monument doth last,
A worthy note for Nobles that are plast
In high estate to imitate his waies,
Which vertue sought vnto his ending daies.
A number more most charitable deedes,
Sweet Mildmay did, which merits to be told,
His rule in house, releeuing pooremens needes,
Deserues by fame to be engrauen in Gold.
That as in glasse they able, may behold
What famous works our Mildmay wise hath doone,
Whose worth shall liue so long as shines the sunne.
Sweet Mildmay did, which merits to be told,
His rule in house, releeuing pooremens needes,
Deserues by fame to be engrauen in Gold.
That as in glasse they able, may behold
What famous works our Mildmay wise hath doone,
Whose worth shall liue so long as shines the sunne.
Yet life must end, nature her due will haue,
This wretched life a pilgrimage vnsure,
We needes must leaue when death the some doth craue,
No mortall flesh his stroke that may endure,
No golde or fee his freendship can procure.
The olde the yong, the Prince, the Lord or Knight,
To earth must pay what so is hers by right.
This wretched life a pilgrimage vnsure,
We needes must leaue when death the some doth craue,
No mortall flesh his stroke that may endure,
No golde or fee his freendship can procure.
The olde the yong, the Prince, the Lord or Knight,
To earth must pay what so is hers by right.
This man of God, our noble Mildmay Knight,
This Lampe of honor, this Iewell of our lande,
To Death hath yeelded what was his by right,
For what is he that death cannot commande,
Yea all estates obeyes his direfull hand.
And death in spite hath doone our Country wrong,
By striking him that might haue liued long.
This Lampe of honor, this Iewell of our lande,
To Death hath yeelded what was his by right,
For what is he that death cannot commande,
Yea all estates obeyes his direfull hand.
And death in spite hath doone our Country wrong,
By striking him that might haue liued long.
But as he liued so likewise did he die,
A constant seruant of our Sauiour Christ,
On him alone with faith did he relie,
Hoping to rest with him that is the hiest,
All popish rites with hart he did detest.
Calling on God that with his blood vs bought,
And by his death our free redemption wrought.
A constant seruant of our Sauiour Christ,
On him alone with faith did he relie,
Hoping to rest with him that is the hiest,
All popish rites with hart he did detest.
Calling on God that with his blood vs bought,
And by his death our free redemption wrought.
Mildmay farewell, thy losse we all lament,
Our cheefest staffe, thou Commons onely trust,
The poore and rich thy frindship oft shall want,
For whom thy care was louing, kind and iust,
Firme vnto all which did thy fauour trust.
Thy losse, thy lacke, we pooremen may complaine,
When Prince and Peeres, to teares thy death constraine.
Our cheefest staffe, thou Commons onely trust,
The poore and rich thy frindship oft shall want,
For whom thy care was louing, kind and iust,
Firme vnto all which did thy fauour trust.
Thy losse, thy lacke, we pooremen may complaine,
When Prince and Peeres, to teares thy death constraine.
Thy childrens teares might mooue a hart of flint,
To see them waile their aged Sires decease,
From sighes and sobs that day nor night doth stint,
Thy seruants sorrowes likewise doth increase
Crying out on death which so disturbs their peace.
Reauing from hence their Maister (vertuous Knight,)
That gemme of worth, our Lampe of English light.
To see them waile their aged Sires decease,
From sighes and sobs that day nor night doth stint,
Thy seruants sorrowes likewise doth increase
Crying out on death which so disturbs their peace.
Reauing from hence their Maister (vertuous Knight,)
That gemme of worth, our Lampe of English light.
Cease worthie Gentils, cease Mildmaies children cease,
Leaue to lament, leaue shedding bootlesse teares,
Your aged Knight with Christ doth rest in peace,
In heauenly seate as one of his coheares,
A chosen place for those his name that feares,
Where you with him in glory once shall meete,
And see him shine by Christ like Angell sweete.
Leaue to lament, leaue shedding bootlesse teares,
Your aged Knight with Christ doth rest in peace,
In heauenly seate as one of his coheares,
A chosen place for those his name that feares,
Where you with him in glory once shall meete,
And see him shine by Christ like Angell sweete.
Sweet natures buds of Mildmaies famous tree,
Surcease those plaints, leaue fathers death to mone,
And let his life and godly ending be,
A Mirror good for you to gaze vppon.
Yea let him rest intombed vnder stone.
But see your deedes, your actions, and your waies
Doo gaine you fame, and father endlesse praise.
Surcease those plaints, leaue fathers death to mone,
And let his life and godly ending be,
A Mirror good for you to gaze vppon.
Yea let him rest intombed vnder stone.
But see your deedes, your actions, and your waies
Doo gaine you fame, and father endlesse praise.
The fruite that springs doth shew the vertuous tree,
Such doo you seeme as noble Sire hath beene,
Your vertuous liues the world doth hope to see,
Gaine Commons loue and fauour of the Queene,
In honors place like Mildmay dead to shine.
Such loue, such fauour euer doo I pray,
Pleasd God to grant sweet Anthony Mildmay.
Such doo you seeme as noble Sire hath beene,
Your vertuous liues the world doth hope to see,
Gaine Commons loue and fauour of the Queene,
In honors place like Mildmay dead to shine.
Such loue, such fauour euer doo I pray,
Pleasd God to grant sweet Anthony Mildmay.
Finis.
H. R.
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