❧ Fame's Trumpet sounding. OR Commemorations of the famous lives and deaths, of the two right honourable Knights of England: the right honourable Sir Walter Mildmay, and Sir Martin Calthrop, Lord Mayor of this honourable City of London, who deceased this year 1589. Not only necessary to be seen, but also to be followed of every worthy parsonage in their callings. Written by Henry robart's. Lo here a Mildmay mild, a Counsellor most grave, A worthy man in all his deeds, as one could wish or have: A Phoenix in this life, to God and Prince most just, In Commons cause and publicks weal, a man of perfect trust. AT LONDON, ¶ Printed by I. C. for Thomas Hacket, and are to be sold at his shop in Lumberd street, under the sign of the Pope's head. Anno. Domini. 1589. To the right worshipful, and most virtuous minded Gentleman, Ma, Anthony Mildmay Esquire, Henry robart's your worships in heart most affected, wisheth the continual increase of all worldly promotions, and after death the life eternal. RIght worshipful, amongst the famous Romans, Grecians, and others of most fame in ancient times, their custom was when any died of worth, to frame eloquent Orations in the deceaseds just commendation: which was uttered by some of great skill. (Accordingly) this little I'll doth hold the like zeal to their favoured. The consideration of which, (right worshipful) made me long expect some thing of your honourable deceased Father, to be by some of learning published, in commemoration of him, and his zeal to Arms, justice, and learning. But seeing none so forward as myself, I have at last thus boldly adventured, in naked bare truth, wanting eloquent phrases, to beautify his deeds of love to his Country, and zeal to his posterity, written these lines, and humbly offer them unto your worship, hoping your courteous nature will accept this Mite at the hands of a rustic welwyller, as if Alexander had offered a whole Talon. Your worships ever at command. Henry robart's. ❧ The honourable life and death of the most famous and noble Counsellor, Sir Walter Mildmay knight, one of her highness most honourable privy Counsel, & chancellor of the Court of the Exchequer, who departed this life, at his house in great S. Bartholomew's, the 30. of May last passed. WHat shrieks, & plaints, what heavy mourning cries Do pierce mine ears, and fill my heart with moan? With wring hands what means this woeful noise, Those direful tunes from hearts deep spent with groan. Why walk you thus like men with grief forlorn, What woeful chance hath you behapt of late, What causeth thus so heavy mourning state. Why grieves the Phoenix of this Western Isle? Why mourns her Peers and Nobles of her land? What cause have they all mirth for to exile, And Commons ely in such sad dumps to stand, At pleasure theirs, which may so much command. No loss of treasure nor jewels of what store, Can cause you thus with tears for to deplore. Tell then dear friends, the cause of your annoy, Explain the grief that doth your hearts offend, Tell tell the cause you cease your wont joy And wholly now to sorrows yoke thus bend, Yielding such sighs as to the heavens ascend. Such tears, such grief, such heavy morning moan, 'mongst Commons all, full seldom hath been known. When Common wealth doth lose a noble friend, A staff of comfort to the Commons all, A justice good, which poor men's cause will tend, And lend his ear to hearken to their call, Such loss, such lack, the Commons hearts doth gall. Lo such an one hath late resigned his breath, By cursed hand of ●ierce and cruel death. Mildmay, grave Knight of Counsel to our Queen, Of Th'exchequer Court the Chancellor that was, In honours place that oftentimes was seen, He was one of the prime Counsel to her Majesty and chancellor of the Exchequer. And highly stood in favour of her grace, By cruel death is reft from noble place, Entombed in earth his corpse do now remain, The loss of whom doth cause us thus complain. Mildmay by name, was mild in all his deeds, Pure was his thoughts, like gold his virtues shine, His upright justice few or none exceeds, To poor nor rich he never would incline But right with right, as Laws did him assign. To every man he justice did impart, As cause required, and equity of heart. For Prince's cause, as his allegiance bound And duty of that honourable place, He careful was, his actions also sound, With conscience pure he weighed every case. As well for Commons, as profit to her grace. That Prince nor Subjects had just cause to say, Mildmay hath wronged us any kind of way. When poor complained he ready was to hear, To ease their grief was thief of his delight, When poor oppressed was forced to appear, In Exchequer Court, where he their cause might right. He was their help, he freed their enemy's spite, Yea, Mildmay ever was the man they sought, Who many a cause to happy end hath brought. As Solon grave his counsel was full sweet When he was set 'mongst Nobles of the land, He never gave any advise that was against the benefit of the poor. For Commons good his counsel was most meet, And for their wealth, as for his Prince would stand, With reverent care of what he had in hand. To glory of God, to Commons wealth and good, Through grace of him that bought us with his blood. Thus as at home, so in affairs abroad, When Prince did please his service to command, Ambassador to King of France he yode He was Ambassador in France. From gracious Queen to give him understand, What was his charge under her highness hand. Which place of trust he did discharge so well, As France reports his wisdom did excel. His gravity and bounty great withal, The French admire, and him a Caesar name, Cato for wisdom, for prowess Hannibal, His courage such as gained endless fame, Amongst French Nobles which beheld the same. Where Mildmay lives, though death his life hath fane, And still shall live, eternised by fame. His valour shown in person brave and stout, In Queen Mary's time he served against Wyatt with 150. men on horseback at his proper costs. I'll not omit when Prince his aid did need. Seven score odd men on horseback in a rout All furnished well to do some noble deed, At his own cost, they forward did proceed. Against Sir Wyatt to defend her right, For which desert she dubbed him then a Knight. There did he show his noble valiant heart, In chiefest press did Mildmay venture forth, Where like himself he showed his conquering heart, And with his sword made proof of much worth. Showing thereby his loyalty and truth, To Prince to God, and to his Country both, As subject good according to his oath. When Spaniards proud disturbt our quiet land, And noble Lords did show their warlike trains, For Countries good all states employed their hand, To fight for Prince, and put our foes to pains, Then Mildmay showed without regard of gains, A band of men, with horse appointed well, Led by his Son, whose valour did excel. Who like a branch from Mildmaies loins esprong, Most Lion like young Anthony did attend On enemy's backs, with branding blade to ha'rung Such valiant strokes, as spaniards lives should end. Most resolute in what he did pretend. Showing hereby a noble Mildmayes heart, Foe to all such as sought his Country's smart. Thus as in Court to counsel he was fit, So in the field like service he hath done, His Counsel sage, his prudent ready wit By golden trump throughout the world doth run, Whose fame shall live so long as shines the sun. For virtuous life, for counsel grave and wise, Mildmay our Knight was held in worthy prize. A book in print now extant to be seen, Did Mildmay write unto his lasting praise, A note to know a good man. Of counsel good all states that may be seen, To frame their lives, both God and world to please As well in house as other kind of ways. By which is seen of Common wealth his care, Such godly mind his living doth declare. His zeal to learning, and maintain the same He founded Emanuel College in Cambridge at his own proper costs. The world doth know if I forget to tell, In Cambridge Town he late a house did frame, A College fair, which hight Emanuel. Placing a many of poor scholars there to dwell. For whose maintenance as by record appear, He gives for ever four hundredth pound a year. And like a Patron which did learning love, With grave foresight he poor men first there placed, Prescribing rules from which they may not move, So long as Manuel monument doth last, Aworthy note for Nobles that are placed In high estate to imitate his ways, Which virtue sought unto his ending days. A number more most charitable deeds, Sweet Mildmay did, which merits to be told, His rule in house, relieving poormen's needs, Deserves by fame to be engraven in Gold. That as in glass they able, may behold What famous works our Mildmay wise hath done, Whose worth shall live so long as shines the sun. Yet life must end, nature her due will have, This wretched life a pilgrimage unsure, We needs must leave when death the some doth crave, No mortal flesh his stroke that may endure, No gold or fe▪ e his fire▪ endship can procure. The old the young, the Prince, the Lord or Knight, To earth must pay what so is hers by right. This man of God, our noble Mildmay Knight, This Lamp of honour, this jewel of our land, To Death hath yielded what was his by right, For what is he that death cannot command, Yea all estates obeys his direful hand. And death in spite hath done our Country wrong, By striking him that might have lived long. But as he lived so like wise did he die, A constant servant of our Saviour Christ, On him alone with faith did he rely, Hoping to rest with him that is the highest, All popish rites with heart he did detest. Calling on God that with his blood us bought, And by his death our free redemption wrought. Mildmay farewell, thy loss we all lament, Our chiefest staff, thou Commons only trust, The poor and rich thy friendship oft shall want, For whom thy care was loving, kind and just, Firm unto all which did thy favour trust. Thy loss, thy lack, we poor-men may complain, When Prince and Peers, to tears thy death constrain. Thy children's tears might move a heart of flint, To see them wail their aged Sires decease, From sighs and sobs that day nor night doth stint, Thy servants sorrows likewise doth increase Crying out on death which so disturbs their peace. Reaving from hence their Master (virtuous Knight,) That gem of worth, our Lamp of English light. Cease worthy Gentiles, cease Mildmaies children cease, Leave to lament, leave shedding bootless tears, Your aged Knight with Christ doth rest in peace, In heavenly seat as one of his coheares, A chosen place for those his name that fears, Where you with him in glory once shall meet, And see him shine by Christ like Angel sweet. Sweet natures buds of Mildmaies famous tree, Surcease those plaints, leave father's death to moon, And let his life and godly ending be, A Mirror good for you to gaze upon. Yea let him rest entombed under stone. But see your deeds, your actions, and your ways Do gain you fame, and father endless praise. The fruit that springs doth show the virtuous tree, Such do you seem as noble Sire hath been, Your virtuous lives the world doth hope to see, Gain Commons love and favour of the Queen, In honours place like Mildmay dead to shine. Such love, such favour ever do I pray, Pleased God to grant sweet Anthony Mildmay. Finis. H. R. London's Lamentation for the loss of their worthy and famous Lord Mayor, Sir Martin Calthrop Knight. Who departed this life in April last passed. 1589. IN Lacedaemon, Lycurgus once did dwell, Renowned far for prudent sage advise, His counsel grave few living did excel, In Lacedaemon held he was of prize, As with his years, so did his credit rise. His godly life, his justice used with law, From grievous sins his people oft did draw. Cato in Rome, for wisdom might compare, With any one that lived in those days, Unto his charge he had a father's care, To train them up as God the best might please, He to the just was friend at all assays. And justice used according unto right, Without regard of poor, or men of might. Lycurgus' dead, Lacedaemon mourned amain, And wailed with tears his loss whom they did love, Whose wisdom known, their honours did maintain, Yea oftentimes his counsel many prove, Whose conscience clear like to the Turtle dove, Did show his care to maintain their renown, That lived with him in this most happy Town. For Cato's life whom death hath likewise reft, Rome's Consuls mourn in weeds of woeful black, In Rome say they his peer there is not left, Which for his charge both day and night would cark. Unto the Senate he may be a mark. To aim aright, and justice so to use As their estates by wrongs they nill abuse. Amongst the rest that mourn their Consul's want, Let famous London press in place to show, In weeds of woe with tears for to lament, The loss of h●m for whom they sorrow so, Ye London Citizens, now explain your woe. For Calthrop grave, who late resigned his breath And natures due, hath yielded unto death. Our Cato wise, our Calthrop peerless Knight, Lord Mayor of London, blessed in her name, To earth hath yielded what was hers by right, Ye in that year he to his honour came, By Death was forced to resign the same, To London's loss, and Commons sorrow great, For calthrop's death then chief in justice seat. Calthrop Lord Mayor the Commons all thus cry, Which late did live in type of high renown, Beloved of Prince, beloved of commonty, Beloved of all in lovely London Town, From high estate lo death hath taken down, To rest with him entombed in the earth, Until Christ come, that bought us with his death. A worshipful of Draper's Company, Was Calthrop grave, when he with us did live. Of birth a Gentleman of Norfolk County, As well was seen by ancient coats he give, For whose decease his kin and friends may grieve. Threescore odd years by number of record, He lived in fame, and died at last a Lord. In junos' right, with Matron wife he linked, From out whose lines branches most sweet did spring, By whom he lives, though death hath caused him shrink, Yet of his worth my Muse a while shall sing, And chiefly touch one honourable thing Calthrop performed not long before his death, His entertainment of Queen Elizabeth. When royal Prince of her most gracious love, To famous London did pretend to come, Then Calthrop grave her Citizens to prove Did notice give, and warned all and some Each man should ready be in his appointed room, To give her grace the welcome that was meet, For loving Subjects to a Queen so sweet. Which by his doom most bravely was performed, In royal order sparing for no cost, By calthrop's counsel, whose honour yet conserved In such brave sort as Citizens may boast, Their pains and charges near a whit was lost. For graciously each thing she did esteem, And gave them thanks most like a royal Queen. But Calthrop chief with grace she did reward, Through whose foresight her welcome was the more, To Aldermen she had a like regard, And courteously as she had done of yore, Unto ●ord Mayor her princely Mace that bore, With hearty thanks their zeal she did requite, Which with such pomp had pleased her princely sight. Thus of our Queen did Calthrop merit fame, And favour such as seldom hath been shown, For which deserts honour extols his name, And fame with trump shall make him better known In London City, where he did sit in throne Of justice, ministering his Prince's laws, As right required and equity of cause. Whose care to rule in honourable state, Was such as London might full well beseem, He justice used with such an upright rate As Solomon for wisdom he had been, Pleasing to God and to our gracious Queen. Religion pure be did so much regard, As zealous preachers daily he preferred. Pity had place within his tender heart, As many in distressed state can tell, Whose hand was ready always to impart To such as in behaviour used them well, As many in this City walls can tell. To fatherless, the widow and the Maid, His greatest favour never was denayed. The poor with weeping wail and wring their hands, And sighing say, gone is our chiefest trust, The prisoner poor which lies in sorrows hands, Defy the Fates that closed thee in the dust, Who in thy actions was merciful and just, And with thy purse was ready still to give, Their needy state, thy bounty did relieve. When they recount thy charitable deeds, And think how death hath now bereft their joy, Sad heavy looks and tears from eyes proceeds, Cursing fell death the cause of their annoy, Which in his fury our comfort did destroy. Reaving his life which might have lived long, Of envious mind to do the Commons wrong. If cruel thou hadst weighed our Common good, Thou wouldst have spared to shred his vital thread, And not have sought so soon his peerless blood, That all the poor within those gates should need. But Sisters three with thee had so decreed. That die he must, and death thou hast thy right, The lively trunk of Calthrop worthy Knight. Whom tears ne plaints, nor shrieking woeful cries. Can call again unto his former life. His children's moans nor servants sorrowing noise, Nor yet the plaints of his most loving wife, Whose tears like floods from eyes hath been as rise. But all in vain, entombed he must abide, Until Christ come his chosen to divide. Calthrop farewell, thou peer of Common weal, Thou light to men to guide their ways aright, Thy virtuous worth I cannot halse reveal, Nor zealous life as thou deservest recite, Of thee my quill unable is to write. But whilst I live grave Calthrop I will praise, Whose justice shined like Phoebus in her rays. Blessed art thou whom God hath pleased to call, Unto his throne to rest with him on high, Placed next his seat in glory eternal, Where faithful souls doth live and never die, That on the blood of Christ unfeigned doth rely. Amongst which sort, O Lord for jesus sake, Accept us all, and to thy favour take. To famous London, sweet Christ incline thine care, Maintain their honour, her Lord Mayor do bless, To Aldermen have thou a Father's care, Whose pains are great thy Gospel to increase. Most zealously thy name which doth profess. Advancing daily thy religion, Of zeal to thee, and truth to English Crown. Whose readiness for Prince and Countries good, Is daily seen when she in need doth stand, Their purse their men, all bend to venture blood, Whether to sea, or service on the land, Yea all alike be priest at her command. God and S. George our London hearts still saith, For Country's cause, and Queen Elizabeth. Finis. H. R.