ELIZA'S MEMORIAL. King james his arrival. AND ROME'S DOWNFALL.  The memorial of the just shallbe blessed; but the name of the wicked shall rot.  printer's or publisher's device 
LONDON Printed by T. C. for john bailie, and are to be sold at his shop near the little North door of Paul's. 1603.   

To the surviving late wife of his deceased Maecenas.  
THe extraordinary good that I  
From you and your deceased love received,  
Have made me oft to ponder with myself,  
How in some sort I might requite the same.  
But finding that so far beyond my power,  
I purposed to take some thing in hand,  
Wherewith I might present you as the sign  
Of my great thankfulness to you again.  
Then take this simple gift in gracious part,  
Till better works shall answer your desert.  
Yours most bound A. N.   

ELIZA'S Memorial.  

EArly before Aurora show her face,  
Or day-bright Hesperus begin t'appear;  
Before that Titan 'gins to run his race,  
Awake my pen▪ and up thyself do rear,  
To show to all posterity to come,  
what perfect joys possessed Eliza's crown.   

Had Maro lived in her golden days,  
(Resembling joys that ever shall remain)  
He would have tuned his oaten pipe to praise  
The happy state of dread Eliza's reign,  
And pretermitted as a thing but vain,  
The troubles which Aeneas did sustain.   

Her fame throughout the total Orb did sound,  
Her wisdom every Monarch did admire,  
Her Maidenhead with noble virtue crowned,  
Hath now attained the haven of her desire.  
The glorious kingdom of eternity,  
Where she enjoyeth immortality.   

She kept herself a Virgin for the Lord,  
With whom she longed daily for to be,  
That only he always she did accord,  
Should have the prime of her virginity;  
Who hath advanced her to his heavenly throne,  
Wh●re she enjoys the perfect union.   

Her Sceptre was the rule of righteousness.  
Her Subjects more for love then fear obeyed.  
Her Government seemed perfect blessedness.  
Her Mercy with her justice ever swayed.  
Her Bounty, Grace, and Magnanimity,  
Her princely mind did plainly signify.   

She was the golden Pipe through which great jove  
Derived to us his blessings manifold.  
She was the token of his tender love,  
Cheering the hearts of all both young and old.  
She hath extinguished all the misty days,  
And brought a light more bright than Phoebus rays   

But now to come more nearer to the point,  
The which I purpose to insist upon, 
There principal blessings accompanying Eliza's reign.   
Three things I mean to handle joint by joint,  
And orderly speak of them one by one.  
Which are the Captain blessings of his train,  
Which did attend upon her highness reign.   

Where first I do account that chiefest good, 
The word of God the first.   
Among so many blessings that are rife,  
God's sacred word surpassing Angels food,  
That feeds the soul unto eternal life.  
Not mingle mangle mixed with Popish custom,  
But sincere milk derived from Gods own bosom.   

Fron Gods own bosom first the same proceeded, 
Effects of God's word   
Begetting, strengthening, & our faith increasing.  
Till we with him in glory may be seated,  
With all his Saints and Angels there triumphing.  
With this, God doth all other blessings send:  
For on this blessing all the rest depend.   

Hence come the joys which heavenly pleasure brings,  
While here we lead our lives devoid of strife:  
Hence flow the crystal ever-running springs,  
Of wholesome waters of eternal life.  
Hence comes the peace no earthly thing can give,  
The peace of conscience while on earth we live.   

A Treasure great, of price inestimable,  
A Nectar sweet, distilling from above,  
The food divine of truth incomparable,  
Knitting our hearts in amity and love,  
The way to rest, and all eternity,  
The Pearl which Christ commanded us to buy.   

That glorious light which did illuminate  
Our hearts, which long in darkness had remained,  
To make us of true light participate,  
Whereby our steps from darkness are refrained.  
How greatly are we bound to praise the Lord,  
For this great blessing of his sacred word?   

If all the costly Ours of th'Indians,  
Which secretly lie hid within the ground:  
If all the precious stones which in the sands  
Of Libya land most plenteously abound:  
If all the joys of human hearts content,  
Which seated are under the Firmament,   

Should be transported to our English coast,  
And here enjoyed as our proper own;  
Of them we might not half so truly boast,  
As of this sacred truth amongst us sown.  
This therefore in the front is placed best,  
Because it is the chieftain of the rest.   

The second head whereto I do reduce, 
The seco●● head 〈◊〉 long pea●●.   
The several blessings of her highness reign,  
Is long and quiet peace, whose pleasant juice  
Distilleth like the first and latter rain.  
For such a peace before was never seen,  
As we enjoyed under a Virgin-Queene.   

The Husbandman then gladly tilled the ground,  
And sowed the same with grain in time of seed,  
Expecting interest thence to abound,  
As God had preappointed and decreed.  
And at the Harvest reaped it up in peace,  
Landing jehovah for his great increase.   

The Labourer that toiled all the day,  
And took his penny for his hired pain,  
At night might homeward safely wend away,  
Praising the Lord, the Author of his gain:  
Sweetly with peace himself in peace refreshing,  
Void of all fear of foreign foes oppressing.   

We were not vexed with those rumours great  
Of wars, which other Nations did sustain:  
We were not parched with the fiery heat  
Of Antichrist nor of his filthy train.  
The Son of right'ousnes had given us light,  
Defacing clean their vail of ugly night.   

Whereby our Land a Harbour was become,  
To such as sought to serve the Lord aright;  
Who willing were to leave their native home  
And all they had, to see this heavenly light:  
Wherein who walks the path shall never miss,  
That leads directly to eternal bliss.   

This peace God grant to flourish in our Land,  
Until his second glorious coming be:  
And eke his sacred Gospel, to withstand  
The hellish pit of ugly heresy:  
That we may praise his name in all our ways,  
Till fatal death shall consummate our days.   

From long-bred peace great plenty did proceed, 
The third principal blessing, is plenty of all things.   
Even as the chiefest offspring of the same:  
Of peace our plenty naturally did breed,  
Even as the young engender of the dame.  
Destroy the Dam, the young ones are not bred,  
Take peace away, plenti's not gendered.   

But jove hath given us so long time of peace,  
As hath brought forth the fruits of plenty's store,  
Which Riches are, much wealth, & joys increase,  
Surpassing all in England heretofore,  
Or any Country under heavens shade,  
Since Elohim confused Chaos made.   

So that our Land an other Canaan  
Did plenteously with milk and honey flow:  
Eliza was our jesus to withstand  
Our enemies that sought to work our woe;  
And to destroy the Popish Canaanites,  
That would allure us to their Idolrites.   

The Heavens did seem to smile upon the earth,  
The clouds poured down the moistened silver drops  
The Sun did glad all things with joy and mirth,  
To make of corn & fruits the goodly crops.  
The Earth likewise did yield us ten for one  
Of that wherewith the same at first was sown.   

Plenty both Riches, wealth, and Honour brings,  
Plenty is chief of earth's felicity:  
Plenty with mirth replenisheth all things,  
Plenty abandons all necessity.  
Truth, Peace, and Plenty (used well) makes us see  
A glimmering of the joys in heaven that be.   

For Truth or true Religion represents  
The redolent melodious harmony  
Which heavenly Harpers with their Instruments,  
Do offer to jehovahs' Majesty:  
Sweetly resounding on celestial strings  
Their Maker's praise, whereto the holder's sings.   

Peace doth resemble that most sweet content  
Wherein the blessed souls most safely rest:  
A midst the third and highest Firmament,  
Under the Altar of the Saints request.  
In great repose, much wealth and joys increase,  
Which lasting aye, shall never fade nor cease.   

Plenty of all things doth possess the heavens,  
Our plenties but a shadow of that store  
Of joys, which to the blessed souls are given,  
For perfect joys are there for evermore.  
No eye hath seen, ear heard, or heart conceived,  
The joys that God for his elect prepared.   

Among which joys Eliza's soul doth rest,  
Sweetly refreshed in the Elysian fields,  
Where she enjoys the kingdom of the blessed,  
That never unto alteration yields:  
But ever shall endure both firm and stable,  
replete with during joys innumerable.   


〈…〉  Eliza for one death hath gained two lives,  
First in Elysium far above the Sky:  
The second here on earth; her name revives,  
Which never dying lives eternally.  
And from this ancient saying I derive it,  
As true as old, Virtus post funera vivit.   

Oh! gain surmounting mortal man's conceit,  
To lose an earthly crown to get the crown of glory▪  
To gain a lasting life with joy replete,  
For this which is but vain and transitory.  
To gain immortal life for mortal breath,  
Which seemeth life, but is a vital death.   

All future ages shall admire her reign,  
When they shall hear her princely government:  
Until the liquid tears distill amain,  
Their own untimely birth they shall lament,  
That they might not behold her golden days,  
So sweetly graced with immortal praise.   

This Virgin-Queene did rule fair Albion  
Twice two & twenty years, with great increase  
Of peace, joy, wealth, much honour & renown,  
And then resigned up her soul in peace,  
To him that gave it an immortal crown,  
In spite of thousands ten conspiracies  
Which Antichrist against her did devise.   

Thus have I briefly (as my slender skill  
Permitted) now described the happiness  
Which we enjoyed under Eliza still,  
While she did here her vital life possess,  
To be a Glass for ages that shall be,  
Her prosperous and happy reign to see.   

What though the Muses did not guide my quill  
To run as doth the puncted Grecian verse;  
My lines shall drop as from Parnassus' hill  
Eternal Nectar on Eliza's Hearse:  
And in a suit which sable they do call,  
Accompany her to her Funeral.   
FINIS.   

KING JAMES his Arrival.  

Pass on my pen to England's present state,  
And show of sudden fear what hopeful joy 
Contention between fear and hopeful 〈◊〉 at El●zaes de●th 〈…〉 Iame●● procls 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.   
Did spring alike, from out each others hate,  
While jove ruled both that nothing could annoy;  
For fear did strive to make our hearts to swoon,  
joy strived with mirth to make our hearts abound.   

The first prefigured in Eliza's death,  
When Fear triumphed in our fearful breasts:  
The second in that health resounding breath, 
Fear for Eliza's death joy for K. james hap proclamation   
God save King james, of England King the first.  
Here sudden joy o'ercome the former fear,  
A thing, the like whereof is seen but rare.   

O joyful sound of words spoke in due season,  
When as our former hopes lay all on bleeding:  
When sad distrust could see no ample reason,  
Of this right wise, most just, & good proceeding.  
Words spoken in due time and fitly placed,  
Like golden apples with silver pictures graced.   

For when for true we heard this doleful news,  
Eliza dead, our hearts began to faint;  
Our sins were great, we could them not excuse,  
God therefore just, we only caused the plaint.  
We thought our life with hers did then decay,  
We thought her death gave us no longer stay.   

But mark and see the goodness of the Lord,  
When we nought but confusion might expect,  
Did guide our Nobles hearts with one accord,  
The worthiest Prince in Europe to elect;  
King james the first, next heir to the Crown,  
To rule this Land in honour and renown.   

Sprung from the line of that most royal race 
The royal 〈…〉 K 〈◊〉.   
Henry the seventh, who reigning married  
Elizabeth fourth Edward's daughters grace,  
Uniting so the white Rose and the red, 
H●nry th● seventh of th● hou●e 〈◊〉 Lan●●s●er 〈…〉 Edward the fourth his daughter the house York.   
The houses two of York and Lancastar,  
Which long before dissension did sever.   

Whence he had issue princely Margaret,  
Who to King james the fourth of Scotland King  
Espoused was: then she King james the fifth  
To her said Husband happily did bring. 
Archibald Douglas Earl of Anguish, Lady Margaret's sec●●● H●s●●nd.   
But when King james the fourth her husband died,  
To Earl of Anguish than she was affied.   

To whom she brought a princely maiden bright,  
Which to the Earl of Lennox married was,  
And brought this Earl in time that worthy wight  
Henry the Duke of Albany his grace, 
Lord D●●●●●●   
Who married Mary then the Queen of Scots,  
By whom our Sovereign james the sixth he got.   

See here his worthy princely Ancestors,  
〈◊〉 lineal descent and rightful claim:  
Of English blood were his progenitors,  
Whose noble Acts deserve immortal fame;  
Whose same revives though they in dust do lie,  
For Monuments to all posterity.   

〈◊〉 King endued with such royal parts,  
●oth of his body, and his princely mind,  
Of manhood, prowess, learning, wit, and arts,  
As though Queen Virtue had a place assigned  
Within the Centre of his learned breast,  
For her and all her sacred gifts to rest.   

A Prince most prudent and majestical,  
As his profound and learned books declare,  
Derived from a mind heroical,  
Such works of Kings are never seen, or rare  
But of our princely Lord and King alone,  
another David in his princely throne.   

King David taught wise Solomon his son  
To rule the kingdom after his decease:  
So doth King james prescribe his Solomon,  
A ruled way to perfect joys increase,  
To guide his helm in honour & renown,  
Though adverse & contrarious winds do frown.   

King David burned with an ardent love  
Of sincere truth and perfect godliness:  
So doth our royal Caesar well approve  
His praise and glory to consist in this,  
To meditate upon the law divine,  
And thereby all his public laws refine.   

If julius Caesar merited such fame,  
Who did indite his own most worthy facts;  
How much more than shall fame advance thy name  
(O worthy King) which sings jehovahs' acts?  
Which seekest not thy own praise & renown,  
But his, that gave thee thine Imperial crown.   

Most mighty Caesar, never canst thou fly  
The praise of fame, because she follows thee:  
Thy name she carries through the cloudy sky,  
With wings far lighter than the nimble Bee,  
And shall in time to come thy praises sound  
In all the ends of this great circled round.   

Thrice welcome then unto our English shore,  
Thrice worthy Monarch of fair Albion:  
jove fill thy days with honour, peace, and store;  
Long mayst thou sit upon thy princely throne.  
Long mayst thou rule, and long may we obey,  
In justice seat long may thy Sceptre sway.   

Long may thy sons thy regal Sceptre sway:  
Long may they imitate their father's ways:  
Long may thy virtues shine in them, that they  
May rule in peace and honour all their days.  
Long mayst thou all thy children's children see,  
And after death attain felicity.   

Make haste (dear Prince) and take possession  
Of this thy long and quiet Regiment,  
Presaged by a springful horizon,  
As by a thing most clear and eminent.  
The Summer gives thee welcome with his heat,  
The Birds thy Welcome singing do repeat.   

Thy Nobles long to see thy princely face,  
Thy Clergy pray for thy prosperity:  
Thy Commonalty would thrust to see thy grace  
The perfect Mirror of true Majesty.  
In brief, thy subjects all for joy do sing,  
That james the sixth, is now become their King.   
FINIS.   

ROME'S DOWNFALL.  
VAnish away ye birds of ugly night,  
Which with the Owl cannot endure the light;  
The light hath all your knavery bewrayed,  
And to the view of all the world it laid.  
Your nests are found, your filthiness descried,  
Then pack away, no longer here abide.  
All know your rites are but men's fantasies,  
To live in ease, and blind the simples eyes.  
Your Mass is known a breaden-God to be,  
Of all that have but half an eye to see.  
Y'are worse then judas, so your deeds bewray;  
He did for thirty pence the Lord betray:  
You sell him daily for a single penny,  
You make of Christ even as you list, as many  
Your curses and excommunications,  
With bell, book, candle, are but Even songs,  
Which you for Lucifer your masters sake  
With Heathinish and judaical rites do make.  
Your thundering Bulls may serve to scar the crows,  
Your Trentals, Dirges, are but idle shows.  
Your jesuits and Priests are Locusts breed,  
Which from the Lake that's bottomless proceed.  
But what do I your filthiness recite,  
Whereof the whole world hath a perfect sight.  
You long have looked for (as you did say)  
To see the time when you should have a day:  
Whereby you meant (as all men well do know)  
Eliza's death should work our overthrow.  
O! But is not your hope frustrate and vain?  
succeed not King james our Sovereign?  
A Phoenix from Eliza's ashes bred,  
Though she possess a place among the dead?  
What, is she dead? how failed your intent?  
Because God had ordained your punishment.  
The Beast must fall you sit so safely on,  
That strumpet vile the whore of Babylon.  
Now is the time that God will vengeance take  
Upon that whore which all the world did make  
Drunk, with her whoredom and Idolatry,  
Which reached up unto the cloudy sky.  
For now her former sins are come to light,  
Before the face of Ioues eternal might:  
And as she hath with sin rewarded him,  
So he will fill her cup even to the brim,  
And make her of his fiercest wrath to drink,  
Till she to nothing utterly do sink.  
As she delighted blood of Saints to spill,  
So he will give her blood to drink her fill.  
Now by this whore, is meant we all do know  

〈…〉  The Antichristian Church of Rome, for so  
The Angel unto john the same expounded,  
A City that upon seven hills was founded.  
No City on seven hills is built but Rome,  
Then Rome it is, must have this deadly doom.  
The River Euphrates now dries away,  
To make her to the Kings of th'earth a prey:  
The kingdom of the beast becomes obscure,  
By preaching of Christ's glorious Gospel pure:  
And more and more shall henceforth day by day,  
Until it come to ruin and decay.  
Which God accomplish, when he sees the same  
Most opportune to glorify his name:  
That all may see't, and seeing, say with john,  
It's fallen, it's fallen, fallen is great Babylon.  
FINIS