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Of the Lord Matreuers and Sir Thomas Gurney , being banished.

Cant. VIII.

Alas that euer that day we did see,
that false smiling fortune so fickle should bee :
Our miseries are many our woes without end,
to purchase vs fauour we both did offend.
Our deedes haue deserued both sorrow and shame,
but woe worth the persons procured the same :
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may crie,

Of the Imprisonment of King Edward the second.

The Argument. The cruell imprisonment of King Edward the second, at the Castle of Barkley , the 22. of September. 1327.

Cant. VI.

When Isabell faire Englands Queene,
In wofull warres had victorious beene :
Our comely King her husband deere,
Subdued by strength as did appeare,
By her was sent to prison stronge,
for hauing done his countrie wrong.
In Barkly Castle cast was he,
denied of royall dignitie :
Where he was kept in wofull wise,

Cant. V.

At recherous deede forthwith I shall you tell,
Which on King Iohn vpon a sudden fell :
To Lincolneshire proceeding on his way,
At Swinestead Abby, one whole night he lay.

There did the King oppose his welcome good,
But much deceit lyes vnder an Abbots hood.
There did the King himselfe in safetie thinke,
But there the King receiued his latest drinke.

Great cheare they made vnto his royall grace,
While he remaind a guest within that place.
But while they smilde and laughed in his sight,

The Argument. The imprisonment of Queene Elenor , wife to King Henrie the second, by whose meanes the Kings sonnes so vnnaturally rebelled against their father. And her lamentation, being sixteene yeares in prison, whom her sonne Richard when he came to be King, relesed, and how at her deliuerance, she caused many prisoners to be set at libertie.

Cant. IIII.

Thrice woe is me vnhappy Queene,
thus to offend my princely Lord :
My foule offence too plaine is seene,
and of good people most abhord :
I doe confesse my fault it was,

Cant. III.

You parents whose affection fond,
vnto your children doth appeare :
Marke well the storie nowe in hand.
wherin you shall great matters here.
And learne by this which shalbe tolde,
to holde your children still in awe :
Least otherwise they prooue too bolde,
and set not by your state a strawe.

King Henrie second of that name,
for verie loue that he did beare:
Vnto his sonne, whose courteous fame,
did through the land his credite reare.
Did call the Prince vpon a day.
Vnto the court in royall sort :

The Dutchesse of Suffolkes Calamitie.

When God had taken for our sinne,
that prudent Prince K. Edward away :
Then bloudie Bonner did begin
his raging mallice to bewray :
Al those that did the Gospell professe,
he persecuted more or lesse.

Thus when the Lord on vs did lower,
many in prison did he throwe :
Tormenting them in Lollards tower,
whereby they might the truth forgoe :
Then Cranmer, Ridlie , and the rest,
were burnt in fire, that Christ profest.

Smithfield was then with Faggots fyld,

Cant. II.

After our royall King,
had foild his foes in France :
And spent the pleasant spring,
his honor to aduance.
Into faire England he returnde,
with fame and victorie :
What time the subiects of his land,
receiued him ioyfully.

But at his home returne,
his children left he still :
In France for to soiourne
to purchase learned skill.
Duke William with his brother deare,
Lord Richard was his name :
Which was the Earle of Chester then,
who thirsted after fame.

Cant. I.

When as the Duke of Normandie ,
with glistering speare and shield:
Had entred into faire England ,
and foild his foes in fielde.
On Christmas day in solemne sort,
then was he crowned heere,
By Albert Archbishop of Yorke ,
with many a noble Peere.

Which being done he changed quite,
the customes of this land:
And punisht such as daily sought,

MEMORY

The one hand, the pearl, the other the chest,
O Wilhelm Wisetzki, you starbest so fruhe-
But the cat, the cat is saved.

The bar broke, whereupon he geklommen,
Since he is umgekommen- in water
But the cat, the cat is saved.

We followed the corpse, the lovely boy,
You have him being buried under lilies of the valley
But the cat, the cat is saved.

Have been wise, you have escaped
The storms, a shelter have early gewonnen-
But the cat, the cat is saved.

At midnight hour did Peter come,
Right well I knew his tap and tread;
With smiles I placed two pints of rum
Before him, and one cold sheephead.

How joy'd thy soul at sight of prog,
With wind thy belly long kept full!
Like reek, went glass on glass of grog,
Snick-snack, the sheephead is a skull !

And then O Peter what a gabble:
High birth, preferments, and so forth,
Thy race known since the Tower of Babel,
Those fam'd " Black Nimmos of the North " !

Should College honours from thee fly,