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The Historie of Edward the Second

Surnamed Carnarvan, one of our English Kings. Together with the Fatall down-fall of his two vnfortunate Favorites Gaveston and Spencer. Now Published by the Author thereof, according to the true Originall Copie, and purged from those foule Errors and Corruptions, wherewith that spurious and surreptitious Peece, which lately came forth vnder the same Tytle, was too much defiled, and deformed. With the Addition of some other Observations both of vse and Ornament. By F. H. [i.e. Francis Hubert]
 

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THE AVTHORS PREFACE.
 
 



THE AVTHORS PREFACE.

1

Rebellious thoughts why doe you tumult so?
And striue to breake from forth my troubled brest?
Is't not enough that I my selfe doe know
The mouing Causes of mine owne vnrest?
Is't not enough to know my selfe distrest?
O no: Surcharged hearts must needs complaine,
“Some ease it is (though small) to tell our paine.

2

Yet weyward thoughts retire vnto your home,
Vnto my heart (your proper home) retire.
There rest in your vnrest, till Death doth come,
And Death will come, call'd by conceal'd desire,
“For Coales rak'd vp glow more then open Fire,
And deepest streames doe run with smoothest speed,
And silent griefes are the true griefes Indeed.


3

But if my heart bee so Inur'd to groaning,
Or if my tongue must bee the voyce of Sorrow,
Or that my Pen bee still Injoyn'd to moaning,
Because my night of Care hath neuer morrow,
Yet of my griefe thus much at least I'le borrow.
That for a time, J may surcease mine owne.
And tune my Muse to tell anothers moane.

4

Anothers moane to tell my Muse is tun'd,
(If any tune can bee in jarring Griefe)
And J a King for subject haue assum'd,
An English King: Who, whilst he liu'd, was chiefe
Jn Honours height, yet dyed without reliefe;
So true is that, which Solon once did say;
No man is Happie, till his dying day.
F. H.