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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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Queene Mary. An. Dom. 1553.

After a while this Queene had worne the Crown,
Idolatry was rais'd, and Truth put downe,
The Masse, the Images, the Beades and Altars,
By tyrannie, by fire, and sword and Halters,
Th'vngodly bloudy Antichristian sway,
Men were force, perforce forced to obey.
Now burning Bonner, Londons Bishop, he
Was from the Marshal-sea againe set free:
Iohn Dudley, great Duke of Northumberland,
And Sir Iohn Gates dyed by the Headsmans hand,
With them Sir Thomas Palmer likewise dy'd,
Hoping for heau'n, through Iesus Crucified.
In Latine Seruice must be sung and said,
Because men should not know for what they prai'd.
The Emp'rors sonne, great Philip King of Spaine
A marriage with Queene Mary did obtaine:
Against which match, Sir Thomas Wyat rose,
With powers of Kent the Spaniards to oppose.
But Wyat was or'throwne, his armie fled,
And on the Tower hill after lost his head.
Lord Gray the Duke of Suffolke also dy'd,
An Axe his Corps did from his head diuide,
A little after, the Lord Thomas Gray,
The Dukes owne brother went that headlesse way.
A Millers sonne assum'd King Edwards name,
And falsely in that name the Crowne did claime,
But he was tane and iustly whip'd and tortur'd,
And claiming it once more, was hang'd & quarterd.
King Philip won Saint Quintins with great cost.
But after to our shame was Callice lost,
Callice was lost, which threescore yeeres and ten,
Had beene a Garrison for Englishmen.
Thus by Gods mercy Englands Queene did dye,
And England gain'd much ease and rest thereby.
Fiue yeeres and 4. months was her bloudy reigne,
And all her glory doth one graue contame.

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Though of her selfe this Queene was well inclin'd,
Bad-minded counsell altred much her minde.