Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. LV.
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CHAP. LV.
King
Iames the fourth, that fayld his faith, and lost for it his life,
Had Iames the Fift, by Margaret, our Danghter, and his Wife:
Fift Iames, through Melancholy ends, for Ours gainst him good chance,
And left this Marie, whom the Scots, an Infant, wead to France:
Thus, from Seuenth Henries Daughter, she her Title did aduance.
But howsoere by blood, or by our Lawes, she here could clame,
T'is sure, too soone and treacherously she did preferre the same,
And first and last vnto our Queene her selfe a Foe did frame.
Our Marie was no sooner dead, but that her Guizards arme,
And into Scotland Locusts-like in her Pretext did swarme,
Whilst she, in France, did vndertake our royall Armes and Stile:
Behoou'd therfore our Queene to stand vpon her Guard meane while.
Lord William Graie, our English Mars, not Martiall more than wise,
Did with an Armie hence pack thēce our dāgerous Neighbour Guise:
Nor died few of Either part, whilst Marie thus would rise:
Since when the League did oft her Right, with wrong too much, surmise.
Had Iames the Fift, by Margaret, our Danghter, and his Wife:
Fift Iames, through Melancholy ends, for Ours gainst him good chance,
And left this Marie, whom the Scots, an Infant, wead to France:
Thus, from Seuenth Henries Daughter, she her Title did aduance.
But howsoere by blood, or by our Lawes, she here could clame,
T'is sure, too soone and treacherously she did preferre the same,
And first and last vnto our Queene her selfe a Foe did frame.
Our Marie was no sooner dead, but that her Guizards arme,
And into Scotland Locusts-like in her Pretext did swarme,
Whilst she, in France, did vndertake our royall Armes and Stile:
Behoou'd therfore our Queene to stand vpon her Guard meane while.
Lord William Graie, our English Mars, not Martiall more than wise,
Did with an Armie hence pack thēce our dāgerous Neighbour Guise:
Nor died few of Either part, whilst Marie thus would rise:
Since when the League did oft her Right, with wrong too much, surmise.
Of Cōquests Spaine, of Cōuerts Rome our Queene doth cheefly barr,
Gainst her therefore they chiefely wrought Conspiracies and Warre:
And not for Maries Title, or her any virtuous Giftes,
Thinke that they her in leagued, but from her to plot their Driftes.
Her selfe meane while, false-Paradi'zd, besybbing, AEsops Croe,
Vain-glorious through the Foxes gloze, did ende her song in woe.
Gainst her therefore they chiefely wrought Conspiracies and Warre:
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Thinke that they her in leagued, but from her to plot their Driftes.
Her selfe meane while, false-Paradi'zd, besybbing, AEsops Croe,
Vain-glorious through the Foxes gloze, did ende her song in woe.
Sufficeth what is said before, to shew wherefore she flead:
Here was she taken, whom if Scots had taken, had been dead:
Put vnder Guarde: and so was meete should one that quarreld Ours,
And not her selfe alone, but had Abbettors forren Powrs.
Yeat Princely her Allowance, and more stately, as is sayde,
Than had she been in Scotland: nor was Libertie denayde
Of Hauking, Hunting, and Disports: that, had she been content,
Her merriest and securest daies a Prisoner she spent.
Scotland, though labourd of our Queene, would not receiue her, and
Such Treacher, though imprison'd here, prou'd she to either Land,
That death awaited her at Home, and, had we let her goe,
She was the Leagues shot-Anchor might our Queene and State o're-throe.
Percie and Neuell, auncient Earles, This yet in Spanish paye,
(Though bacely ill, too well for him his Countrie would betray)
That other headed, both her Wreckes, wee touch but by the way:
With that succeeding County, who concurring with his brother,
Once pardon'd, still conspyred, and (Lawes Progresse so to smother)
Dispatcht himselfe: Paget and moe, like guiltie as those other,
Whose faultes & falls had Rome and Spayne their Father, her their Mother,
Omit we Norfolks House, from first of Howards made a Prince,
Though fauor'd of the Commons, haue defected euer since.
As Absolom vs'd Curtesie but as Ambitions smoake,
Last Thomas Duke of Norfolke so did his aspyring cloke,
Whom promis'd faith once free'd, but that promise soone he broke.
Him for Confedrate with those Earles, rebelling, Proofes did touch:
And with this Scottish Queene that he Intelligence had much:
Her Marriage that he closely sought, and her Escape pretended,
And in her Right, had fadg'd their wrong, her Highnes Raine had ended:
Of Rising neer to London, and to take it Plots they layde:
From Netherland the Spanish King had promised them ayde:
From Scotland into Spayne should be the Infant-King betrayde:
Ireland meane-while with aduerse Armes should also be ore-layde:
And hereof, to and fro the Pope, weare Letters still conuayde,
All which, and more directly prou'd he, pitied, lost his head:
Nor ought his death, from being such, did stand his Sonne in steade.
So hardly finde we Great-men in their Greatnes satisfide,
Or for their Greatnes, not to be of other men enuide.
But what is All to those haue All, when but in Trifles crost,
Disgrace, or greefe, or Grudge vn-queat no lesse than all weare lost?
Conclude we then, all Riches, Forme, Pompe, Worlds Applause, but Winde:
Conclude we then, to Monarchize is to cōmand the minde.
Throckmorton yeat, more priuie and more practising than those,
With her, Mendoza, Papists here, forren, and Land-leapt Foes,
Did Mischiefes that imported more our practiz'd State disclose.
But when of Parry, Babington, and their Attempts I thinke,
With whome this Scottish Lady in their bloody hopes did linke,
All foresaid Practises seeme then Epitomies to it
Whereto these folliall Traytors did themselues and Senses fit.
Here was she taken, whom if Scots had taken, had been dead:
Put vnder Guarde: and so was meete should one that quarreld Ours,
And not her selfe alone, but had Abbettors forren Powrs.
Yeat Princely her Allowance, and more stately, as is sayde,
Than had she been in Scotland: nor was Libertie denayde
Of Hauking, Hunting, and Disports: that, had she been content,
Her merriest and securest daies a Prisoner she spent.
Scotland, though labourd of our Queene, would not receiue her, and
Such Treacher, though imprison'd here, prou'd she to either Land,
That death awaited her at Home, and, had we let her goe,
She was the Leagues shot-Anchor might our Queene and State o're-throe.
Percie and Neuell, auncient Earles, This yet in Spanish paye,
(Though bacely ill, too well for him his Countrie would betray)
That other headed, both her Wreckes, wee touch but by the way:
With that succeeding County, who concurring with his brother,
Once pardon'd, still conspyred, and (Lawes Progresse so to smother)
Dispatcht himselfe: Paget and moe, like guiltie as those other,
Whose faultes & falls had Rome and Spayne their Father, her their Mother,
Omit we Norfolks House, from first of Howards made a Prince,
Though fauor'd of the Commons, haue defected euer since.
As Absolom vs'd Curtesie but as Ambitions smoake,
Last Thomas Duke of Norfolke so did his aspyring cloke,
Whom promis'd faith once free'd, but that promise soone he broke.
Him for Confedrate with those Earles, rebelling, Proofes did touch:
And with this Scottish Queene that he Intelligence had much:
Her Marriage that he closely sought, and her Escape pretended,
And in her Right, had fadg'd their wrong, her Highnes Raine had ended:
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From Netherland the Spanish King had promised them ayde:
From Scotland into Spayne should be the Infant-King betrayde:
Ireland meane-while with aduerse Armes should also be ore-layde:
And hereof, to and fro the Pope, weare Letters still conuayde,
All which, and more directly prou'd he, pitied, lost his head:
Nor ought his death, from being such, did stand his Sonne in steade.
So hardly finde we Great-men in their Greatnes satisfide,
Or for their Greatnes, not to be of other men enuide.
But what is All to those haue All, when but in Trifles crost,
Disgrace, or greefe, or Grudge vn-queat no lesse than all weare lost?
Conclude we then, all Riches, Forme, Pompe, Worlds Applause, but Winde:
Conclude we then, to Monarchize is to cōmand the minde.
Throckmorton yeat, more priuie and more practising than those,
With her, Mendoza, Papists here, forren, and Land-leapt Foes,
Did Mischiefes that imported more our practiz'd State disclose.
But when of Parry, Babington, and their Attempts I thinke,
With whome this Scottish Lady in their bloody hopes did linke,
All foresaid Practises seeme then Epitomies to it
Whereto these folliall Traytors did themselues and Senses fit.
Our Centinels, almost too late, the Larum bell did ring,
Yeat hardly then to arme her selfe our Generall they bring:
The Queene of Scots, frō Ours almost her Crowne & life had priz'de,
Eare to preuent the same she would, by audience, be aduis'de.
When gentle Durance might not salue that Daunger, did remaine,
(Which God, and Nature tolerate) slea rather than be slaine:
To which our Parliament aduis'd our Queene, but long in vaine,
So far was she from fooing her that sought her life and Rayne.
Yeat hardly then to arme her selfe our Generall they bring:
The Queene of Scots, frō Ours almost her Crowne & life had priz'de,
Eare to preuent the same she would, by audience, be aduis'de.
When gentle Durance might not salue that Daunger, did remaine,
(Which God, and Nature tolerate) slea rather than be slaine:
To which our Parliament aduis'd our Queene, but long in vaine,
So far was she from fooing her that sought her life and Rayne.
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