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THE FUNERAL OF THE NETHERLANDS PEACE.  

Know ye who's lately dead & gone,  
And shortly must in grave be laid? (ne  
These Bells of Hell shall make it known  
With thundering noise: it shallbe said  
And certified, that netherlands  
Her 12 years' TRUCE hath laid in sand.   

This TRUCE the friend of Triple Crown  
Her life she lost in April last,  
Her Burial now must be made known  
To all her Friends, that they in haste  
May come with grief, & groan to see,  
This trusty friend thus buried be.   

'tis meet she should in solemn sort  
Have them to grace her funeral,  
Who have experience (by report)  
Of much good service done them all:  
For hearts & hands she held in bands  
Off people free in Netherlands.   

Her Friends, her heirs, that have & hold  
Her goods, her lands▪ that them the gave  
By Testament, as 'tis enrolld,  
These must attend about the grave.  
We place them there, because most right  
They have, to grieve to see this sight.   

Let them approach with hats in hand,  
And with their Tears their faces stain,  
Gnashing their teeth, & wailing stand.  
Till all be done, let them remain  
Lamenting such a friends as this,  
That all to soon departed is.   

The Children twain she left behind,  
Let them go next unto the Corpse,  
That we a fitting time may found,  
In grave to thrust them both perforce,  
Whilst for their Mother there they cry  
With her in grave they both may lie.   

So with the mother these two Babes,  
Bad trading and Civill-discord,  
May end their days; & we our trades  
regain & lovingly accord:  
Which once obtained may never cease,  
Till it hath crouwnid the land with peace.   

You Lords that live in frontier Towns  
With hooked Mitres on your Crowns,  
With shepherd's crooks & costly gowns,  
Which pluck the ●●●ec● & starve poor clowns  
Come bear a par●e, now mourn you must,  
To see your Patron laid in dust.   

Preisis, Friars, Monckes, dumb dogs and drones,  
Keep home and link within your cells,  
Lea●● soldiers fall upon your bones:  
But first bring banners, beads and bells,  
With all the tricks you can devise  
This funeral to solempu●se   

You that Rogation week do keep,  
And other times processions hold,  
With Saints on shoulders, now come weep  
You may no longer be so bold.  
Such saints, will soldiers hold impure  
Such holy works they'll not endure,   

Burghers of HEUSDEN and the BUSS  
That border on the Guyse towns near  
Tread on: for each of you and us  
Hence forth by force our arms must bear,  
For fear of those that steal and catch  
We day and night must keep good watch.   

Fat Clouwnes that in the country dwell,  
That daily trudge through thick and thin  
Whey, butter, cheese, and milk to sell,  
Good liquor for your guts to win,  
That swallow down stealing th'impost,  
Of wine and beer which ye drink most.   

The victuals which yourselves should ca●e  
For hungry soldiers shallbe meat:  
What you have sown others shall reap,  
Both goods and gilt earned by your sweat:  
Bring TRUCE to grave, to Cities creep  
Where you from wars may safely keep.   

Ye pilgrims with your staves and coats,  
Come help to lay her under ground;  
Her death bewail with mournful notes,  
That was your best protector found,  
In keeping those from you away  
Which fain would have your Mantles grey.   

Lameseeming rogues, and beggars bold,  
That halting beg, yet sound can steal,  
Prepare yourselves, now be foretold  
To pack out of this Common weal:  
For Mars his men will hang the rout  
That want a pass, yet walk about.   

But ere you go TRUCE doth require,  
That with your presence you her grace:  
It else would make men much admire,  
When see they should your empty place:  
Your order keep least men forget,  
Where all the comers should be set.   

All ye whom it concerneth most,  
By mourning make your love appear:  
So shall her friends have cause to boast,  
That many such have loved her dear,  
And you again shallbe beloved  
As friends should be that are approved.   

Now furthermore that men may have,  
The hidden secrets of the Mass,  
Therefore is set upon the grave,  
Wherefore the TRUCE ordained was:  
Engraven 'tis upon her tomb,  
A record for the times to come.   

Mars he his implements prepares,  
And neatly gets on boots and spurs:  
He knowing best what fits the wars,  
Wilt not delay nor make demurs:  
But summons all with sound of drum,  
Forwarning men heel shortly come.   

The arms of TRUCE is marking worth,  
Which carried is upon her corpse,  
She bears the beast that still goes forth,  
By craft deceiving, not by force,  
Seek peace, not war: yet war we must,  
When peace deceives, and proves unjust.   

The signification of the Alphabet.  

A The Canons.  
B The Corpse.  
C Her Minions.  
D Her Children.  
E Bishops.  
F Preysts Munckes, Fryors.  
G Processioners.  
H Burghers of the borderingh Townes.  
I The Boors or Cuntrymen.  
K pilgrims.  
L Rogues and Beggars.  
M The grave and Monument.  
N Mars.  
O The Arms of Truce.   
ANNO 1621.