The Fortunate Farewell to the most forward and noble Earle of Essex one of the honorable privie Counsel, Earle high Marshal of England, Master of the horse, Master of the ordinance, Knight of the garter, & Lord Lieutenant general of all the Queenes Maiesties forces in Ireland ... Written by Thomas Churchyard |
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 | The Fortunate Farewell to the most forward and noble Earle of Essex |  |
The happy Farewell to the fortunate and forward most noble Earle of Essex.
Now Scipio sails,to Affrick far from hoem,
The Lord of hoests,and battels be his gied,
Now when green trees,begins to bud and bloem,
On Irish seas, Elizas ships shall ried,
A warliek band,of worthy knights I hoep,
Aer armd for fight,a bloedy brunt to bied,
With rebels shall,boeth might and manhoed coep,
Our contreis right,and quarrell to be tried:
Right maeks wrong blush,and troeth bids falshed fly,
The sword is drawn, Tyroens dispatch draws ny.
The Lord of hoests,and battels be his gied,
Now when green trees,begins to bud and bloem,
On Irish seas, Elizas ships shall ried,
A warliek band,of worthy knights I hoep,
Aer armd for fight,a bloedy brunt to bied,
With rebels shall,boeth might and manhoed coep,
Our contreis right,and quarrell to be tried:
Right maeks wrong blush,and troeth bids falshed fly,
The sword is drawn, Tyroens dispatch draws ny.
A traitor must,be taught to know his king,
When Mars shal march,with shining sword in hand,
A crauen cock,cries creak and hangs down wing,
Will run about,the shraep and daer not stand,
When cocks of gaem,coms in to giue a bloe,
So false Tyroen,may faint when he would fight,
Thogh now alowd,on dunghill doth he croe,
Traitors wants hart,and often taeks the flight:
When rebels see,they aer surpriesd by troeth,
Pack hence in haest,away the rebels goeth.
When Mars shal march,with shining sword in hand,
A crauen cock,cries creak and hangs down wing,
Will run about,the shraep and daer not stand,
When cocks of gaem,coms in to giue a bloe,
So false Tyroen,may faint when he would fight,
Thogh now alowd,on dunghill doth he croe,
Traitors wants hart,and often taeks the flight:
When rebels see,they aer surpriesd by troeth,
Pack hence in haest,away the rebels goeth.
Proud trecherous trash,is curbd & knockt with bloes,
Hy loftie mindes,with force are beaten down,
Against the right,though oft rued rebels roes,
Not oen sped well,that did impeach a crowne.
Read the Annaels,of all the Princes past,
Whear treasons still,are punisht in their kinde,
Thear shall you see,when faithfull men stand fast,
False traytors still,are but a blast of winde:
For he that first,formd kings and all degrees,
The ruel of staets,and kingdoms ouersees.
Hy loftie mindes,with force are beaten down,
Against the right,though oft rued rebels roes,
Not oen sped well,that did impeach a crowne.
Read the Annaels,of all the Princes past,
Whear treasons still,are punisht in their kinde,
Thear shall you see,when faithfull men stand fast,
False traytors still,are but a blast of winde:
For he that first,formd kings and all degrees,
The ruel of staets,and kingdoms ouersees.
Riot and rage,this rank rebellion breeds,
Hauock and spoyl,sets bloudshed so abroetch,
Troethles attempts,their filthy humor feeds,
Rashnes runs on,all hedlong to reproetch:
Boldnes begaet,theas helhounds all a roe,
The sons of shaem,and childern of Gods wraeth,
With woluish minds,liek breetchles beares they goe,
Throw woods and bogs,and many a crooked paeth:
Lying liek dogs,in litter, dung and strawe,
Rued as bruet beasts,that knoes ne ruel nor lawe.
Hauock and spoyl,sets bloudshed so abroetch,
Troethles attempts,their filthy humor feeds,
Rashnes runs on,all hedlong to reproetch:
Boldnes begaet,theas helhounds all a roe,
The sons of shaem,and childern of Gods wraeth,
With woluish minds,liek breetchles beares they goe,
Throw woods and bogs,and many a crooked paeth:
Lying liek dogs,in litter, dung and strawe,
Rued as bruet beasts,that knoes ne ruel nor lawe.
Fostred from faith,and fear of God or man,
Vnlernd or taught,of any graces good,
Nurst vp in vice,whear false hed first began,
Mercyles boern,still sheading giltles blood.
Libertiens lewd,that all good order haets,
Murtherers viel,of wemen great with childe,
Cruell as kiets,despising all estaets,
Diulishly bent,boeth currish, stern and wilde:
Their whoel deuice,is rooet of mischeeues all,
That seeks a plaeg,on their own heds to fall.
Vnlernd or taught,of any graces good,
Nurst vp in vice,whear false hed first began,
Mercyles boern,still sheading giltles blood.
Libertiens lewd,that all good order haets,
Murtherers viel,of wemen great with childe,
Cruell as kiets,despising all estaets,
Diulishly bent,boeth currish, stern and wilde:
Their whoel deuice,is rooet of mischeeues all,
That seeks a plaeg,on their own heds to fall.
Will God permit,such monsters to beare sway,
His iustice haets,the steps of tyrants still,
Their damnable deeds,craues vengeance euery day,
Which God doth scourge,by his own blessed will,
He planteth force,to fling down feeble strength,
Men of mutch worth,to weaken things of noght,
Whoes cloked craft,shall suer be seen at length,
When vnto light,dark dealings shall be broght:
Sweet ciuill Lords,shall sawsy fellowes meet,
Who must ask grace,on knees at honors feet.
His iustice haets,the steps of tyrants still,
Their damnable deeds,craues vengeance euery day,
Which God doth scourge,by his own blessed will,
He planteth force,to fling down feeble strength,
Men of mutch worth,to weaken things of noght,
Whoes cloked craft,shall suer be seen at length,
When vnto light,dark dealings shall be broght:
Sweet ciuill Lords,shall sawsy fellowes meet,
Who must ask grace,on knees at honors feet.
Ruednes may range,a while in ruffling sort,
As witlesse wights,with wandring maeks world mues
But when powre coms,to cut prowd practise short,
And shoe by sword,how subiects Prince abues,
Then conshens shall,Peccaui cry in feeld,
Tremble and quaek,mutch liek an Aspin leaf,
But when on knees,do conquerd captiues yeeld,
The victor turns,his hed as he wear deaf:
Rueth is grown cold,reuenge is hot as fier,
And mercy sits,with frowns in angry attier.
As witlesse wights,with wandring maeks world mues
But when powre coms,to cut prowd practise short,
And shoe by sword,how subiects Prince abues,
Then conshens shall,Peccaui cry in feeld,
Tremble and quaek,mutch liek an Aspin leaf,
But when on knees,do conquerd captiues yeeld,
The victor turns,his hed as he wear deaf:
Rueth is grown cold,reuenge is hot as fier,
And mercy sits,with frowns in angry attier.
World past forgaue,great faults and let them pas,
Time present loeks,on futuer time to com,
All aegis sawe,their follies in a glas,
Yet were not taught,by time nor sound of drom,
This world groes blinde,and neither sees nor heers,
Their senses fail,the wits and reason faints,
Old world is waxt,worm eaten by long yeers,
And men becom,black diuels that were saints:
Yet Gods great grace,this wretched caus reforms,
And from fayr flowrs,weeds out the wicked worms.
Time present loeks,on futuer time to com,
All aegis sawe,their follies in a glas,
Yet were not taught,by time nor sound of drom,
This world groes blinde,and neither sees nor heers,
Their senses fail,the wits and reason faints,
Old world is waxt,worm eaten by long yeers,
And men becom,black diuels that were saints:
Yet Gods great grace,this wretched caus reforms,
And from fayr flowrs,weeds out the wicked worms.
They com that shall,redresse great things amis,
Pluck vp the weeds,plant roses in their place,
No violent thing,enduers long as hit is,
Falsehed flies fast,from sight of true mens face,
Traitors do fear,the plaegs for them prepard,
And hieds their heds,in hoels when troeth is seen,
Thogh gracelesse giues,to duty small regard,
Good subiects yeelds,obedience to their Queen:
In quarrels iust,do thousands offer liues,
They feel fowl bobs,that for the bucklars striues.
Pluck vp the weeds,plant roses in their place,
No violent thing,enduers long as hit is,
Falsehed flies fast,from sight of true mens face,
Traitors do fear,the plaegs for them prepard,
And hieds their heds,in hoels when troeth is seen,
Thogh gracelesse giues,to duty small regard,
Good subiects yeelds,obedience to their Queen:
In quarrels iust,do thousands offer liues,
They feel fowl bobs,that for the bucklars striues.
This Lord doth bring,for strength the fear of God,
The loue of men,and sword of iustice boeth,
Which three is to, Tyroen an iron rod,
A birtchin twig,that draws bloed whear hit goeth,
When Ioab went,to warr in Davids right,
He broght hoem peace,in spite of emnies beard,
For Iozias,the Lord aboue did fight,
With Angels force,that maed the foes afeard:
The world doth shaek,and tremble at his frown,
Whoes beck soon casts,the brags of rebels down.
The loue of men,and sword of iustice boeth,
Which three is to, Tyroen an iron rod,
A birtchin twig,that draws bloed whear hit goeth,
When Ioab went,to warr in Davids right,
He broght hoem peace,in spite of emnies beard,
For Iozias,the Lord aboue did fight,
With Angels force,that maed the foes afeard:
The world doth shaek,and tremble at his frown,
Whoes beck soon casts,the brags of rebels down.
Stand fast and suer,false traitors turns their back,
True subiects veaw,maeks haerbrain rebels blush,
Stout heauy bloes,maeks highest trees to crack,
An armed piek,may brauely bied a push,
Wheel not about,stand stiffe liek brazen wall,
For thats the way,to win the feeld in deed,
Charge the foer front,and see the emnies fall,
The cowards brag,is but a rotten reed:
Victors must beare,the brunt of eury shock,
A constant minde,is liek a stony rock.
True subiects veaw,maeks haerbrain rebels blush,
Stout heauy bloes,maeks highest trees to crack,
An armed piek,may brauely bied a push,
Wheel not about,stand stiffe liek brazen wall,
For thats the way,to win the feeld in deed,
Charge the foer front,and see the emnies fall,
The cowards brag,is but a rotten reed:
Victors must beare,the brunt of eury shock,
A constant minde,is liek a stony rock.
Farewell sweet Lords,Knights, Captains and the rest,
Who goes with you,taeks threefold thankfull pain,
Who sets you forth,is ten times treble blest,
Who serues you well,reaps glory for their gain,
Who dies shall liue,in faem among the best,
Who liues shall loek,and laugh theas broils to scorn,
All honest harts,doth ciuill warr detest,
And curse the time,that ear Tyroen was born:
We hoep good hap,waits on the fleet that goes,
And Gods great help,shall clean destroy our foes.
Who goes with you,taeks threefold thankfull pain,
Who sets you forth,is ten times treble blest,
Who serues you well,reaps glory for their gain,
Who dies shall liue,in faem among the best,
Who liues shall loek,and laugh theas broils to scorn,
All honest harts,doth ciuill warr detest,
And curse the time,that ear Tyroen was born:
We hoep good hap,waits on the fleet that goes,
And Gods great help,shall clean destroy our foes.
FINIS.
| The Fortunate Farewell to the most forward and noble Earle of Essex | |