A CONTINVANCE OF ALBIONS ENGLAND:  
By the first Author. W. W.  
PARNASSO ET APOLLINE DIGNA  printer's device of Felix Kingston  
LONDON, Imprinted by Felix Kyngston for George Potter, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the sign of the Bible. 1606.   

TO THE RIGHT honourable SIR EDWARD cook, KNIGHT, Lord Chief-Iustice of his majesties Court of Common-Pleas, &c.  

GReat Caesars haue less Poems graced,  
less in sublimity this placed,  
( unworthy though your depth, I grant,  
Yet might Ours past great Patrons vaunt)  
Wooes your Allowance, whom my Muse  
Doth its select maecenas choose.  
If with the right-hand what I give  
Be taken with the left, should grieve  
So much more less by how much more  
This meant I orphanag'd before:  
Which now to you, as destinate,  
I, yours devoted, dedicate:   
Most humbly, William Warner.   

TO THE READER.  

BY diuers importuned to this,  
I sand it forth, such as it is.  
This idle Arte that lets it thrive  
Was Midwife to the abortive:  
do dandle, knock it on the head,  
All one to me alive or dead.  
The Musists, though themselves they please,  
Their Dotage else finds meed nor Ease:  
Vouch't Spencer in that rank preferred,  
Per accidence, only interred  
Nigh Venerable Chaucer, lost,  
Had not kind Brigham reared him Cost,  
Found next the door Church-outed near,  
And yet a Knight, Arch-Lauriat here.  
add Stows late antiquarious Pen,  
That annald for ungrateful Men:  
Next Chronicler omit it not,  
His licenc't basins little got:  
lived poorly where he Trophies gave,  
Lies poorly There in notelesse grave.  
As These in Theirs, so we in Ours,  
And who writ best lose better houres,  
And most what but for Nods do sense  
Saints, senseless of more recompense.  
No marvell, Poëtrie seems gon  
To Bedlam now from Helicon.  
Yea most her Priests Intemperature  
So diffreth from their Literature,  
Their Literature obscenously  
So suiteth to scurrility,  
As if, Aonides, it hold,  
You from your sacred Hill of old  
Pierides will dare to scold.  
Mnemosynes, retract I this,  
Ambrosia sweet and Nectar is  
Your food, and ye eternised live,  
Not as ye take, but as ye give.  
invested with imperial rob,  
Or circumfer'd the varied Globe,  
Arts, arms, or what, for what, or who,  
Out-liues one Age unless by you?  
For Homer, at Achillis tomb,  
This blessed did Alexander doom.  
In Mysteries oft as in those  
Ilias, Trans-shapes, Aeneidos,  
In patent Letter also ye  
Make longest dead alive to be.  
Thrice-noble Thrice Three Ioues high breed▪  
How happy ye whom happiest need?  
Nor sleepeth your Anagraphie  
The sensual Follies of the high,  
Nor crested Chorles that for coins skill,  
More Standings hear than Bellies fill,  
Nor those could wish ye them passe-by  
As if a dungled ass should die.  
Yet he that fierd th' Ephesian fane  
Did it your Pens Report to gain:  
As Faux, that him might scorn Compeere  
For project more prodigious here.  
Thus virtuous and profane, in few,  
Haue perpetuity from you,  
praised or dispraisd examplarlie,  
So profiting posterity.  
six passed Presses past us ill,  
As, not unlikely, this press will.  
Muse, that twi-bucketted hast been,  
Emptedst poor wit poor wind to win,  
Twice towredst to a several Steeple,  
Didst kenne no Patrons but the People,  
shun ears vnarted, rude, precise,  
seek Loues that ours shall sympathise.   
Theirs W. W.   

A Table for every of the several books, to find out the special Stories and matters, directing from their Chapters.  

The fourteenth book.  
A Parabola, or comparative Relation from the English-Raignes since the Conquest, to the late reign of queen Elizabeth. Chap. 80.  
More tending to the like Argument, &c. Chap. 81.  
Her Life, virtues, Death, Detractors, into Particulars epitomized: And of the letter. P. Chap. 82.  
An Entrance into the history of the Picts, sometimes a martiall Nation here: Of Scotlands fatal chair, and of certain ancient Predictions here lately effected. Chap. 83.  
Of the first Scotch-King in this Isle: The first Armies between them and the Picts: Their appeasement, And a Slaughter of the Britaines. Chap. 84.  
Warres between the Picts and the Scots: How the Britaines dealt aduantagiously against Either People: The romans success Here, and of the Picts their prowess. Chap. 85.  
How the Picts debelled the Scots: Of queen Cartandis: More of the romans, and of the King of Penthlands death. Chap. 86  
How the Scots recovered their country: They and the Picts chased the romans: Subdued and enthralled the Britaines, And of the Britaines then Sloth and Effeminacie. Chap. 87  
How the Britaines subjecteth themselves to the Armoricans or French-Brutaines: Of the Saxons, and more of the warlike Picts. Chap. 88  
A Tale of a faire young nun and an old Pandresse. Chap. 89  
Of the long continued League and Confedracie between the French and Scots against the English: Impacable warres between the Picts and the Scots, and of an Elusion fatal against the Picts. Chap. 90  
A Tale of Robin-goodfellow. Chap. 91  
Of the merciless End of the Martiall King and kingdom of the Picts. Chap. 92   

The fifteenth book.  
OF the Propagators of us modern English: An Entrance into the history of Wales, &c. Chap. 93  
Of Makbeth the Tyrant: Of the noble Scot Fleance: The passage of love between him and the Kings Daughter of Wales, and of their royal posterity. Chap. 94  
Of the most barbarous and vnexampled prevented Massacre, plotted against the whole Parliament and State of Great britain, 1605. &c. Chap. 95  
A few Cautions for Papists: Their senseless Seduction: Popes, papism, and their treacherous Policies in part described. Chap. 96  
Of S. Austin and the Clerkes of Bangor. Chap. 97  
Of modern Hypocrites,& schismatical singularity. Chap. 98  
A Merriment of a saintish unsanctified hostess, &c. Chap. 99  
A speaking Vision, set down in the person of good queen Elizabeth. Chap. 100   

The sixteenth book.  
HOw the principality of South-Wales and the Lordship of Glamorgan were subdued to England: Of Iestin his faire Daughter: The vanity of curious Ornaments and arted beauty. Chap. 101  
A merry Iest, by occasion of a Perwig: Of Pride: Our vain progress throughout this life: Of the Intemperance and Amisses in some justicers. Chap. 102  
A plain Loue-letter, from a country Bachelor to Iestins faire Daughter. Chap. 103  
Her opinion of honest plainness, Opposition to Pride and flattery, Approbation of the meane-Estate, and Resolution for her lover. Chap. 104  
Of Nest, Lady of Brechnock, her dishonourable Reuenge against her own son, &c. Chap. 105  
Of William de bruise his inhuman cruelty. Chap. 106  
Of Wales entirely subjecteth to England, &c. A Monarchall Reuerture of Brute his Diuident, &c. Chap. 107   
FINIS.   

THE FOVRTEENTH book OF ALBIONS ENGLAND.  

CHAP. LXXX.  

SET Is the sovereign son did shine when paperd last our pen,  
Yet still alike the light, so God makes favourites of men.  
And he eternal bids that wee our terren Gods obey,  
As Ours shall we, though should to us his Edict other say,  
Than that we sing our England now in britain, howbeit,  
Not suddenly we can, perhaps, innatiue terms forgitte.  
Nor shall, nor should yt ought distaste that England alters name,  
Sith it nor Yts last mistress can by ought be outed famed.  
Nor Britane as a novel Name to England we admit,  
Sith frequent and authentic be authorities for it.  
Nor Albion to haue been, or but a Fiction we dispute:  
But, if no Fiction, Albion then is signior unto Brute.  
Yea, that this Latter was haue been for Names-skill, would confute,  
When in that primer Race of Kings in name the Sixth did suit.  
Then Albions England, our poor lines, be Britanes England now,  
Or either, nayther, or what-else: oaks break when reeds but bow.  
But who takes notice of a Toy, the Title or our book?  
Or how should Either prejudice though curiously mistook?  
Auspiciously then, Muse go on, remembering by the way  
Our late interred mistress, and of all our Masters say  
Their varied reigns, so Hers from Theirs the better to purtraie.  
Yea speak, and speak advisedly, Those that in Thes be red,  
( Not Romists, nather Humors in Preiudicacie led)  
Whose in this Catalogue of reigns compeered hers last dead.  
All here was then contraryed when the Conqueror was King,  
and oft his vassalde English he 'gainst foreign Swords did bring  
Rufus, that for excessive Chase unpeopled many a town,  
And perished in that sport, was not of few maligned his crown.  
Like dear to Mercury and Mars, first Henry voided not  
That avarice and Rigor to his Virtues were a blot.  
From Stephens first Intrution to the point of his decease  
No tongue was less familiar here then was the tongue of Peace.  
For Empery more puissant than was second Henry none;  
yet his Ambitious prelates, queen, and sons disturbed that Throne.  
The valorous Cor-de-lion by his warres and ransom so  
Exhausted Treasure, as no more, but Gods, could men foregoe.  
save that the better worse spead, Iohns reign might be compared,  
To Michaels and the Dragons fight, so crown and mitre squarde  
What with a French-imbulled-Kinge, and barons often broils,  
Third Henryes thence provoked war that publique-weale turmoils  
The French, Welsh, Scots, because their skorge, ill brook't first Edwards glory,  
Nor welcomed we a ceaselesse war, though full of worth his story.  
Yf what was second Edwards Rule be asked, is aun'swerd thus,  
So turbulent as may be wished that never such rule us,  
Third Edward was armipotent, his Subiects ne'ertheless  
him murmuringly did tax that them taxes did oppress.  
The second Richard ouerkind to parasites, and foe  
to aunchant Cronets, feweld all might fire to Englands woe.  
But his Erectment hardly did fourth Henry plead unto:  
and that he gained the Cause at length, love more then law did do:  
Whether fifte Henryes costly warres, or death( he so beloved)  
More touched His ingrudge or grief, a question may be moved.  
sixth Henry, rare for Sanctity, more fit for cowl than crown,  
and overruled in his rule, much pitied, was put down.  
Fourth Edward in reuerted reign to Yorkests found small rest,  
Or England foyzon: Kings contend and commons be oppressed.  
His Infant son Edward the fift, vncrowned not vncroste,  
moved common tears when for his Crown both Crown& life he lost,  
The Regi-cids, third Richards reign, was tragic unto all,  
And lastly to himself▪ for so to rise is so to fall.  
seventh Henry, the Vnitor of those Flowers that long dissented,  
Of his Retriuers Prooling● much( as well he might) repented.  
Eight Henry, though victorious and triumphant, was not quit  
of mvrmerd Axes: Recluses vn-cloystred grudged yt.  
sixth Edward, of most pregnant wit and virtues, Englands hope,  
Too young to stint his Princes stryfes vexed, not vnvext, the Pope.  
queen Maryes nature good, abused by Romes seducing Crew,  
might haue allowance, save for blood from Saints her Butchers drew.  
How also from the Fourth to the Eight of Henryes did ensue  
A long devouring civil war, is History too true.  
But we haue seen such peaceful war, such warlike peace, and all  
So blessed in prosperous policy as Times admire it shall.    

Chap. 81.  

NOR be it understood not all fore-cited faulted much,  
But were for most renowned Kings, though Subiects griefs we touch.  
observe we rather, ever since that Phocas prouded Rome  
With that big Title, supreme Sea, most Chronicles do doom.  
( The works for most of Friars and monks) all Princes bad or good,  
Not as they were, but as against or with her Pomp, they stood.  
Hence treacherous vassals, Kings own sons, rebelling by her Bull,  
Whilst Princes good seemed penn-Forelorns filled Romes Pantheon full.  
Then rather sportive be her pens than powerful to deprave,  
Where wilful error blindeth not. But leaving Rome to rave,  
this Normaine race of Kings we tax of Publique-weale offended  
for harshar Priuates than may be 'gainst her deceaste intended:  
Though all that royal Streene had much wherein to be commended:  
May there succeeding Off-springs such even with the sun be ended.  
Elizabeth, compared yet with these whence she descended,  
Not them among a parity is fully apprehended:  
For this heauen-rapted Lady best may reigns Idea boast:  
and ye that fast for better faer may kiss, perhaps, the post.  
O Stomacks cloyed with dainties, churls amids abundance poor,  
Be your physician pills, and want Remembrancer of store.  
Had not the same( an other-Same) succeeded that succeeds,  
ye less had wronged the phoenix dead, and more approved her deeds.  
Nor marvel we that Popelings her nor puritans should brook,  
The present majesty from Such like censuring must look.  
Nay, even for very novelties that Vulgres do affect,  
the best continued government as tedious they reject,  
The Grecians, romans, every Realms digests, observing this,  
Extenuates the wonder: Then a great wonder is,  
That when so many learned clerks and others shee did raise,  
Or for a metaphysic hold the project of her praise,  
or slothfully be scilent, or for weeping cannot writ,  
or think from grateful Offices her tomb should them acquit,  
Or( likelier) tract of Lucre, which doth such a sent prefer,  
As in that present pleasant Chase they are at loss of her,  
That we touch first the Shoore whereto their statelier ships should fare,  
which ydlie ride at anchor, whilst what we shall do we dare,  
That is, at farthest but to haue of her a kenning, and  
Let Pilots expedite the rest that better know to land.  
First though suppose an elegy the proem of my Muse,  
For her, whom should we also blanche we also should abuse.  
Then let us rather fault to Art than Office, sith we owe  
To her heroic virtues more then how to pay we know,   

Of Expeditions, Vioges, aids unto forreyn States,  
triumphant Victories, Escapes from many treacherous bates,  
Commenced in her reign in few we formerly did touch,  
her in-bred virtues howbeit claim bettered Muse by much.  
live ever though, not for th'art mine, my Muse( no Muse, god wot)  
But in this Forehead of our song by Please-times now forgot.  
For those great Artists that did her alive even deify,  
Now to her sowle-vnbodied do mere Temporizers die.  
When none so resteth glorefide by selfe-Achiuements, as  
By fame-retriued Digests that from lauriett pens do pas.  
She blessed one, vnblissed now, re-blissed might he live,  
If that a Legend of her life he to the world shall give.  
Expecting which, some pen-past Tracts of ours in theme so deep  
Shall to the complete Science of that wowed Author sleep:  
Sufficeth her into her lawdes we through A Cranny peep.    

CHAP. 82.  

ELIZABETH( even Heer me thinks, repeating but thy name  
Illustrious turn our lines, thyself sufficing to thy famed)  
That sleepest sweetly to thyself that so to us didst wake,  
From us in letters least, not last in love, these numbers take.  
to be suspect to adulate( although our ears haue heard  
ungrateful tongues) of fear no cause, for truth will bee preferred.   

From long imprisonment, and still expectance to haue dyde  
Of papalle fury, God, on whom she evermore relyde:  
Maugre her Foes( not then a few, for scarce a Prince beside  
By Rome not either awed, or could other Loore abide)  
possessed her of Englands Throne, us of the Gospells light,  
By her with constant zeal vphild 'gainst schisms and potent spite.  
A princess fair in flower of youth to heauen-wards more devoted,  
Or one in all that Earth affords aboundantler that flooted,  
yet lesser vpon worldly pomp, Maiestick though, that dooted,  
And dying old a Virgin, times by-passed none haue noted,  
The mighty King of Sweuen sewd to wed her for his queen.  
brave troops with Valoies heir of france, heer for the like were seen.  
The Archduke too of Austrich, and great Potentates a many  
much laboured her marriage, not obtained though of any.  
Howbeit affablitie and intertainmentes sweet,  
mixed with admired majesty, in her did jointly meet.  
None better aunswerd Ambasies in whatsoever tongue:  
Effected more in Christndome, yea, infidels among:  
Our either Achademyes heard her learning much express:  
No Lady Could more Courtshipp, or well-nigardiz'd yt less,  
For music, portly Gate, and dance did more applause possess:  
More loving to her subiects, and from them more love did win:  
Rewarded more well-doings, and was grieved more at sin:  
Had causes more of Rygor, yet more merciful there in:  
preserved more of the public Peace, our realm becoming so  
Even Achelous horn to us Palladium 'gainst the Foe.  
Her bounty oft innabled 'gainst their foes themselves to quit,  
Distressed Kings and States, the Law of Nations praising yt:  
Whence Forrens did our Labours, whilst at home in peace we sit.  
She and her Senators unlike those Citizens that so  
Once doored on their Treasure that, subdued by the foe,  
And locked into their Treasury, he doomed them starve or feed  
upon their gold, which, yf ymploy'd, had helped them in their need  
Nor less her praise in this( And may all Princes like observe)  
She choose a counsel wise, and not from their designs would olive  
And whoso great whom she not awde, what favourite spard shee,  
Yf dangerous to the State. Not ought in rashness would decree.  
Her Temperance, rare virtues and heroyck parts were such  
As perfect panegyrics here should but defect too much.  
More blessed year, her soul, that should no longer here sojourn  
Did unto God, from whom yt cam, in sanctity return.  
The passed, present, following Dayes were gloomy, air, yea marble  
And trunkes of trees seemed then to weep, no birds were heard to warbl  
Beasts silent, that with Rationales was all a-mort suppose,  
When heaven resumed her soul, and earth it Paragon should loose.  
Rest may that better parte of thine with God, and it in grave  
In sweet security, till both united glory haue.  
And should Succession fault in not remunerating thee  
With such a Monument, as is both wished and hoped shall be,  
Thy long and glorious sceptre and innatiue Virtues shall  
Eternize Trophies to thy ghost, and check Detractors all.  
Of which are some would States-men seem, but parasites more sure,  
( and such, no doubt, respected where they would their hopes immure)  
do from the policy of those her dayes, and from that State  
whereby and wherein she did rule and leave this realm of late  
so derrogate, as if death sick, and means exhaust for better,  
had England languished, only to this Change for health a debtor.  
What policy precelled though it she preceded in?  
Or can to Her succeeded be Precellant? who hath been?  
ungrateful, or forgitfull men, or Apes to innovation,  
Though with a prudent King indeed be eik't an ancient Nation,  
know our Weale-publiques bliss is now a parale'lld Creation,  
wherein Religion and our laws persever in their Station,  
Yea bliss us doth the sympathy of Nows to thence Relation.  
For when the Sun that now is set in our Horizon shined,  
Yt gave a left completion to our weal in every Kind.  
to hers like reign, save his that reigns, more wished is than deuin'd:  
A Phoenix for a Phoenix t'ys in his Suns-rise we find.  
More to their proper Elements inaugurated none,  
Than shee to hers by-passed, he to his possessed Throne.  
And may his practised Royalty, and royal precepts frame  
His Issue to like issue, and we pray and hope the same:  
And may those tongues fall-fowle that her interred shall defame.   

What Princes though but some, at least for others faults, will blame thē  
faults which would parliaments could cleanse as can a letter name thē.  
For of our Alphabet the. P. doth omenously begin  
Of these this much distasted rank, She taxed perhaps therein,  
Though useful every one, and none, by her abuse a sin:  
As Proctors, Puruiors, Purseuants, Post-stagres, Peter-men,  
promoters, Paritors, and, as offensive now and then,  
Two for their Functions reverent Pees. Besides which three-times three,  
Papists and giddy puritans, were other ranks not free  
Of Publique-weales antipathy, prooling and perverse, P.  
Which happily may faulct as much even now as, reigning She:  
Rests then by lawful means amiss in Pees amended be.   

Now let us briefly overrun unto his present Throne,  
That holds of God by Nature, Law, and Worth this Isle his own,  
The Stories national of Picts and Scots, once kingdoms twain  
Within the same, the former long armipotent in vain,  
The latter altering now in Name through new-inlarged reign.  
From These some doubt an antedate of their arrival here,  
Of Those to haue been Pre-Regnants Authorities be clear.  
Mean while thy Lawds, Elizabeth, touched Here touch short of thee,  
Of Whom Posterities shall speak more gratefully than wee,  
Would I could work unto thy Worth, though then I ceased to bee.  
But for we cannot sail thy Seas, our sails we therefore strike,  
And loth to leave, of thee take leave, that hast not left thy like.  
Of Picts, Scots, Welsh be now abridged, such turns as times did see,  
Howbeit little Statrie, and among is mixed glee.    

CHAP. 83.  

WHether of Agathirsian Scythes, or Humbers here Remaigne,  
Or Brutaines, brave Recusants of the roman servile reign,  
( The last the Likeliest) were the Picts exact dispute that will,  
Those curious Ambiguities we leave to others skill.  
But briefly( for we must be brief, since envy did provide  
Their famed, if possible their Name, from history to hid)  
We shall the warlikenesse compend of those fame-wronged Men,  
obscured in all their Monuments by Scots, and curbd in Pen.  
yet not the Legend proper to the Scots can wholly blanche  
Their Mention, or thē name but needs their prowess must advance.   

Much owned of the English, all of Brutaines Continent  
The Scots possess, was then and ere that Ferquard Hither sent  
The fatal Chaier, called Penthland, till the Picts, a People stout,  
Were by th'invading Irish-Scots long thence debelled out.  
But for we named the fatal Chaier( the ston we mean therein)  
First whence, and how esteemed we shall to calculate begin.   

The Scots( how truly censure as ye please) do father it  
The ston that jacob, when as he from Esaus wrath did get,  
Did sleep vpon, whilst Angels on a Ladder came and went,  
And the messiah from his loins was promised to be sent,  
A journey safe, a safe return, a broodious Issue, and  
To them Confirmance to enjoy all Canans happy Land.  
One Gathelick from Egypt brought that ston, their Stories say:  
But if be asked how thither brought, why suffered there to stay,  
When long time after Moses Thence did Iacobs Seed convey,  
May thus be answred: jacob, note( so ceremonious still  
That to his Births, his Burials, even his Wels, as good or ill  
Did then and there betid, gave names assining) not in this  
On which he saw such Visions, had such Promises remiss.  
For, saith the Text, he sacrifiz'd thereon, and name it  
The House of God: nor, when returned from Laban, did forgit  
To pay his vows thereon, and had it still in high esteem:  
At his remove to Egypt then from Canan may we deem,  
Amongst so many Carrages, he left it not behind.  
But likely is his Seed, lead Thence, There left it, for we find  
That, save a Pittance fitting them Thence flying and pursew'd,  
Not ought of Theirs they carry he fore-warnd that all fore-vewd.  
Their Legend hath, this Gathelus, to Pharaos daughter wed,  
In whom the Plagues of Egypt for the hebrews terror bread,  
( For, saith the Text, with them also thence many Strangers fled)  
observant of the Hebrew Rites solemnized on that ston,  
unto Gallicia( of his Name Port-Gathleck thenceforth known)  
Transported it, the which his Seed did Thence to Ireland bring,  
And Thence to Penthland, crowning thē on it their Heer-first-King.  
First Edward won it Thence to us, though Prophesies did sing:   

The Scotes sall bruke that realm as native Ground:  
give Weirds fail nocht) quhair eir this Chair is found.   

Gallicia, Ireland, Scotland, and now England, altering Name,  
As several revolutions thus of Time produced the same,  
Haue seen this prophesy performed, by destiny not ame.  
Nor price nor prayer back from Hence this sacred ston could win,  
Which of our Coronations since the local Rite hath been.  
Time, Place, and Persons too infer some Likelihoods: they say  
That Gatheleck was Cecrops son, that then in Greece did sway.  
The pharaoh Achoris( whom they do Bochoris mis-name)  
near then ruld Egypt, Howbeit succeeded by the same  
Heart-hardned pharaoh, Chencres, whose pursuit the Seas did tame.  
The ancient Irish Manners and their Superstitions add,  
Which, if conferred with Egypts, Thence may be intended had.  
But, not without some mystery, both precious and propitious,  
Ere superstitious papistry, begeting relics vicious,  
Had men mislead, thousand of yeeres this ston was held, and is.  
Howbeit pardon us if here we intimate amis,  
As sometimes Some, alluding Ours it winding to the tail  
Of Troies Palladium hailed from the Greekes to Ilions bail.  
But also with the Shrine the Saint we presently possess,  
uniting Crownes, Scotch Prophesies performed nerthelesse.  
But what of Prophesies? t'is God effecteth all in all:  
Our Fathers longed for this Day: may we it happy call.  
And happy Mary hadst thou been, and it both kingdoms good,  
Had not false friends thy marriage Here with our young Prince withstood.  
But it effecteth in thy son that in thyself did fail,  
And where we feared tempestuous Gusts we hope a prosperous gail.  
james, Io-Pean sing we thee: long live, reign, and prevail.  
No doubt from Natures Secrets Spirits teach admirable skill,  
Be Sagist, Lamist, Strigist though, or Pythonist that will.  
I haue( not superstitiously) observed times not few  
Old Wordings, which vnhapned are vnheeded, proving true:  
'mongst others, worth the note, an old& common Speech in Ware:  
Where Men, asked idly it whereof the Asker might despair,  
Would answer, that performance should or payment be, When as  
the King comes unto Wiggen: And that coming came to pas  
When first he entred Ware, even when it unexpected was.  
So base a Cottage once, but now used with a better Thing,  
Begot that saying first: thus Time with it doth wonders bring:  
They live did word it many yeeres ere happed or born this King.  
* More serious this: his Highnesse then a Tenderling, did I  
( A Puple) read, wrote time past kens, of him this prophesy,  
Or call it as ye please, that term Clerks to these Times deny:   

Post jacobum Iacobus, jacobum Iacobus, quoque Quintus,  
At sextus Iacobus Regno regnabit utroque.   

After a james shall be a james, a third james, and a Fourth,  
A fift james also, but the sixth shall sway the sceptres both.  
Besides three youthful Queens that stop that Currant likely might,  
Great Interruptions, overblown, we also could recite.  
But by the deity it so was destinate, and who  
rejoiceth not that that great work of God is not to do?   

How Hence, with more than much ado, the Scots at last expel  
The Here predominating Picts ensueth now to tell.    

CHAP. 84.  

WHen from the Hebredes the Scots had footing in this Isle,  
They and the Picts ally and held in peaceful League a while:  
So populous, so circumspectly, in Walls and arms so strong,  
That of such Neighbourhood the Brutes so ielious were of wrong,  
As 'gainst the wiliness of These, and warliknesse of Those,  
They more affencted policy than hazarding of blows:  
Fore-seeing such Combinement might their envy overmatch.  
A feigned Ambasie therefore they to the Picts dispatch:  
With blandishments, like Aesops Fox deluding Aesops Crow,  
The handsel of their sceptre new congratulating so,  
The Britons Wealth and prows also they arrogated such,  
And from the Scots by Contraries did derogate so much,  
remembering( which the Picts themselves could not forget) the day  
In Oracle, when Thence the Scots should drive the Picts away,  
With many like Atractiues and Ditractions to and fro,  
As none but Brutaine now was friend, and none but Scotland foe.  
Anon through Penthland was proclaimed avoidance in short space  
Of every Scot on pain of death: wherefore like law took place  
In Scotland also: neither part the punishment omit  
That might inflict the penalty, the Britons glad of it.  
Whereby from Riots did it grow to terms of open war,  
The which with aids unto the Picts the Brutons did prefarre.  
But Things seemed then more intricate than that the Scots alone    


yet oft it 'haps, by how much more high Dignities prefer,  
So much the more, though less secure, men live irregular:  
But insolency hath a time as well to fall as err,  
To which no Opportunities but do Effects efferre:  
Then, breathing Clods, from Actions ill let ill events deter.  
One Dowall, There then gracious, slay this Nathak at the last,  
And Rewthar, wedded to the King of Penthlands daughter, placed  
In Scotlands Throne, howbeit in minority: wherefore  
One Ferquhard, for this law infringed, brought all things in uproar.  
Or rather under this pretex he drifted sovereign Sway,  
Whereto did this Occasion seem to him a trodden way:  
And former popularity, whereto Ambition weads,  
Had furnished him of plebale Friends, a Beast of many heads.  
On which, as if on Pegasus, ambitious Gallants ride,  
Though it an euer-break-neck haue such forged Persees tried.  
unhappy popularity, that like to Aesops Ape  
With culling kills thy Darlings, whilst the lesser loved scape:  
senseless Ambition, that forgets or not observes at all  
That, if not selfe-Straines, policy must temporize thy fall:  
Fond Vulgers, that a phaethon a Phoebus use to call:  
For in bi-fronted Ianus is your Science none or small.  
Well, howsoever, Ferquhard troops the flower of Scotlands prows:  
All Penthlands chivalry no less of Dowals act allows.  
Now either People had displaide their Onsets, and was fought  
A battle, dearer than the which no soldiers ever bought,  
For slaughter as perseuerent as may be said or thought.  
Whereby their either kingdom here some following yeeres did fail:  
For, in this disadvantage, them the Britons did assail,  
And did the Scots to Ireland, and the Picts to Orkney chase:  
Where either lived in Exile, till altered thus the case.   

Impatiently they twice six yeeres Prescription Hence endure,  
When with such Forces as they had, although but small yet sure,  
They( met of such forelorned souls that since their Countries wrack,  
Remote from Men, in Woods and Caues had lived in fearful lack)  
return, and with those despret Bands, encountering their foes,  
Had now the better of the Field: Whence this atonement groes:  
That Scots and Picts their own, as erst, should amply reposseed  
Till Iulius Caesars entry, so of Warres this Isle was freed.   

Him to resist, that out of france the Britons did inuaide,  
Came Picts and Scots, repelling Hence the Romaines by their aid.  
Howbeit, in the following year he won a Tribute hence,  
Which might haue failed him, had as erst concurred the Picts defence.  
As yet the Northern Regions search the Romaines did neglect,  
until( unto whose ruins none can certainly direct,  
Though Penthlands pride for stately Towers& strength of walls pretended  
Vespasian won Camelon, still held Romes, till Rome there ended.  
Bellona seemed in this Ile her Residence to haue:  
Where, of three sceptres, scarcely one itself afoote could save.  
The Romaines, under diuers of their Caesars-selues, but still  
The worthiest of their Generals this Ile with arms did fill  
At diuers times, with diuers change of good and bad event,  
But to it tackling ever found undaunted Penthland bent.  
For when the Britons were subdewd, and Caratack the Scot,  
That for his Courage and Conduct continued glory got,  
even then and ne'ertheless the Picts did not in courage quail,  
But, oft Victorious, of themselves the Romaines did assail:  
Hence chacing some their Presidents, and some their Legions slue:  
The Romaines would not give thē peace, and could them not subdue.  
Who, bravely breaking thus the ice to Scots, their old Consorts,  
Both twain made havoc of their foes, demolishing their Forts,  
Till Romaines now in either Land were dispossessed quiter,  
And, drifting oft Reentries, oft repented them of fight.  
here only Brutaine held for Rome, and many yeares from thence  
armed still against the Picts and Scots, with loss for recompense.  
But leaving Romaines thrilled thence, and Brutes by Rome oppressed,  
What happed mean while betwixt the Picts and Scots shall be digest.  
How Brutons chased hence the Picts and Scots it hath been said:  
And touched shalbe how These thrald Those, for all their roman aid.  
Ensueth first how Picts drove hence the Scots, though Scots at last  
Extirpt the Picts: for worse here then Fortunes lottery past.    

CHAP. 86.  

precious is Peace, yet be observed how warlike Nations oft  
Haue thereby than by outward arms more inconvenience cought:  
These two bellosious People cleared no sooner foreign swords,  
But every Toy a Trumpet to some civil broil affords.  
Nor could their northern Climate brook two Suns in it to shine,  
For sometime This, and sometime That did violently decline.  
But, passing by their either oft domestic Discords great,  
Of either kingdom shouldering the other we entreat.   

The former Lawe, disabling all in Nonage Scotlands reign,  
By three competing Gardenship was now in terms again.  
Of which one Romaks( also of the Picts bloods-royall) Plea  
Was swords, not words, and did of Scots by Picts great numbers slea:  
For which both he and Picts became so odious to the Scots,  
As to destroy both him( then King) and them they sleep no Plots.  
As Romaks entry, so his reign tyrannous was, until  
His Nobles did conspire, and him by arms pursued kill:  
Against the Picts their Power as yet enabled not their will.  
Wherefore to them, preparing then Reuenge for Romaks death,  
They sent Excuses: but in vain their Legates spent their breath.  
save armour would no answer serve the Picts: whereof did grow  
A Battle fierce, where either took and gave the overthrow:  
For both their Kings did perish,& with blood the fields did flow.  
unto the Picts succeeded though the better of that fight:  
But shortly after with the like the Scots did them requited.  
With such perseverant hatred and ferocitie they both  
Afflict each other, as but blood might qualify their wrath:  
until the Picts( impacable, say Scots, by Romaines aid)  
Disseizen of the scottish reign within this Ile had made.  
And whosoever, if a Scot, that howsoever kept  
themselves vnslaughtred was exiled, no sex or Age except  
Romak, Angusian, Fethelmak, and Eugen did succeed  
In sceptre and in slaughter: And of Pict-kings three we read  
Succeedingly then also slain in this infestious strife:  
And of a piteous story of King Eugens widowed wife:  
Also of Hergest King of Picts, too much to Rigor bent,  
In banishing the Scots, the which himself did soon repent.  
For, whilst he thought to him and his no safety unless  
All scotsh-Soules from their bodies or their soil he dispossess,  
By curious search Cartangis, queen to Eugen slaughtered late,  
Like to a second Hecuba condoling Priams fate,  
Was haled from her husbands tomb, washed with her hearty tears:  
Who, when before Prince Maximus the roman she appears,  
And was demanded why she had against the Edict ovid,  
The bewtious queen, with tears among, this sober Answer made.  
I am, quoth she, of husband, friends, riches, and hope bereft,  
And by how much the more I thus in misery am left,  
So much the less am to be feared: ah, then me thinks my foes  
Might brook my Presence, at the least to sport them in my woes.  
Not Brutaine, where my Father rules, shall see me thus deject:  
Then give me death in Scotland, else my dying life protect.  
The valorous roman President, commiserating her,  
Besides Exilement pardonned, he richly did prefer  
The good distressed Lady. But the Picts envying it,  
despoiled Her and Hers, and did els-what too much unfit:  
Nor on the Felons to do Lawe did Maximus omit.  
Whereat, so farforth as he might, King Hergest then repinde:  
And how he added Scotland to Romes Empire puts in mind  
The President, whom ne'ertheless the queen did gracious find,  
And, maugre Hergest, her abode in Scotland he assigned.  
There did she daily Obsequies unto her Husbands ghost,  
And prayed for their valiant souls that perished in his host.   

Also King Hergest him bethinks of his late error now,  
When more nor less he could than as the Romaines him allow:  
And for his old confedrate friends the Scots was ill apaide,  
In whose exile he had himself and his to Rome betrayed.  
For where as they, combined, gave even to the Romaines peace;  
To either People now, disioynd, did wonted freedom cease:  
Small things by Concord prosper, great by Discord do decrease.  
The Picts Succession to the crown, their ancient laws and all  
Were by the Romaines disanuld, and nought brought in but thrall:  
In which respect the sufferings of the Scots to theirs were small.  
Then Hergest, whose great spirit could no servitude abide,  
involved in Impatience, stabbed himself, and so he dide.   

By this unhappy quarrel thus eight Kings were made away,  
Scotland no kingdom then, and this of Penthland in decay,  
Two foreign Armies fell that to restore the Scots assay.    

CHAP. 87.  

THe Scots, that more than forty yeares had been in hard Exile,  
Were by the Picts, that vnder-went the roman yoke mean while,  
recalled by double Ambasie: who, though they were dispersed,  
By laboured Opportunities of their return conuerst.  
Fergus( a fatal name unto the Scots beginning-Raigne,  
And why not This their first king here,& Scots for goths mistain?)  
One nearest of the blood, who then in denmark did remain,  
That with the goths had sacked Rome, and Thence brought wealth& famed,  
Collects an army, and arrives in Scotland with the same.  
To whom assemble soon the Picts, and, Quarrels passed-by,  
Against the Romaines Either did their forces whole apply:  
And in their Territories slay and made their foes to fly.  
When Victorine( then either realm to Rome in province was,  
As britain too) thither, to stay their forward Swords, did pass  
Of Romefied Britons and Emperials war so great,  
As, after bloody Battels, coold theirs and those others heat.  
For both their Armies, broken with these Battels, did return:  
Esteeming it in vain as yet against the Prick to spurne.  
mean while in friendly League the Picts and Scots together live,  
And Skermidges both of and to their foes did take and give.  
One Placidus, by Victorine for Rome Deputed then,  
Fought with the Picts and Scots unto the loss of most his men.  
To either Propriarie so was either realm again  
Of Romaines left, to leave their holds to save their lives then fain.  
Yet both their Kings in following fight did bravely tine their lives:  
Whence long the roman cause against the arms confedrat thrives.   

But never did the Picts omit occasion when they might  
Reuenge them on th'Emperiales by their Stratigmes or fight.  
In fine, the roman monarchy elsewhere did languish so,  
As their disabled Conquests here they of themselves forego.  
Reforming first their thrise-reard wall of fourscore miles in length,  
Against the Picts defencelesse, though of wondrous Art& strength:  
When thence▪ forth long the Picts and Scots did Brutaine so enthrall,  
As lastly in their aid they did the Saxons hither call.  
Who, by Degrees( the Welsh except, so name Saxonlie)  
Subdued Brutaine( England now) unto their sovereignty.   

The lacerated Empire of the Romaines, though with grief,  
disclaimed the Brutaines, at the least could yield them no relief.  
Imbellious through their policy, add Pestilence thereto,  
Succeeded with th'vnlabourd Earths sterility: but who  
would think that plenty more offence than war, death, dearth, should do?  
The Earth then fertile, men became effeminat and vain,  
Luxurious, Idle, Bacchanists, and gladly entertain,  
Like Issachres, their servitude, Their foes but ask and haue  
Conditions such as they themselves, how gross somever, crave,  
Tribute, with Pledges at the Picts their own devotion: so  
A sensual, servile, sinful life the Brutons vnder-go.  
Romes policy, in plenty Sloth, and civil Discords here  
From that it was, brought Brutaine thus to nullity wellneere.  
O Brutons( different Brutons from your ancestors, that oft  
Victoriously 'gainst these your Foes and roman Legions fought:  
Who, had ye never been secure, had never you subdued,  
Nor needed on th' Armoricanes that reign ye should obtrude)  
even now for then I should be grieved at your dis-brittish't swords,  
But that your then resumed prows, when Welsh amends affords.  
And, that your Arthure comes again, so far-forth we allow  
It prophesy, as Brutaine dead with him reviveth now:  
That is, Brutes baptism of this Ile, that ana-baptizd grew  
By diuers names in diuers parts, james doth through-out renew.  
That Arthur Tuder was your Prince, and ye, inthrald before,  
Were then infranchiz'd one with us adds it fulfilled the more.  
But to our Brutes, in mind deject and warr-bit, be progrest.    

CHAP. 88.  

SOme( not degenerated though) oft instanted the rest,  
To imitate their ancestors, and slothfulness detest:  
By rightful armor to remaund Theirs of their foes possessed,  
Their lives to better, with their foes courageously to cope,  
Not to be Fortunes Infidels, but better times to hope.  
Which counsel wrought,& soon their foes had news how they conspire,  
It being to the Picts and Scots fresh fuel to their fire.  
For, hearing Constantine with his french-Britons now ashore,  
And all revolted here from them, for first Reuenge therefore  
They slay the british Pledges: Then convent their Forces all,  
And with the Brutaines fought a Field, to Eithers loss not small.   

This Constantine th' Armoricane, of Brutaine now made King,  
The scotch King slain, and Picts repeld, did both to reason bring.  
And disciplind in martiall and in moral Practise his,  
Till him a Pict did murder: Nor like death his son did miss,  
By treachery of Vortiger, that his Successor is.  
How, odious to his Subiects, he inuits the Saxons aid,  
Who thence till now haue Lorded here, it hath elsewhere been said.    


Faire Virgin, quoth he, ouer-faire to be a Virgin ever,  
Although a Recluse yet to be a relapse fear thou never:  
Increase and multiply, saith God: or should but Nature preach,  
Assure thee such a Votaresse might justify a breach.  
I dare absolve thee of thy vow, on peril of my soul,  
That am as thou a Regular, but now farewell my cowl.  
Then like himself he showed himself Gallant every way,  
And did by Art, gifts, Eloquence, and what not her assay?  
But all in vain, so opposite to love did she persever,  
As that unto his Pandresse Arte he was enforced to leave her.   

Now by your blessed beads, quoth she, yourself you quitted well  
Against his importunity. Yet this I must you tell:  
He is a proper Gentleman, sharp witted, sweet of hauour,  
Of good parts, great possessions, and well worthy of your favour.  
Amongst your Sisterhood I know are amorous Wenches some,  
But for they are professed I must reverently be dumb:  
For she that Sainct-seems, looks demure, turns up the white of eye,  
At Shrifts and clergie-Standings can a common-Place apply,  
Hers Indenotion, not to be devotion were a lye.  
So powerful is Religion as, but cloaking under it,  
Auoyds to be expressly taxed of want-zeale, or want-wit.  
Your superstitious vows, if broken, at most are venial sin:  
Or rather, kept, you do 'gainst God and Nature fault therein.  
Admit the Gentleman should speed, should I against it spurne?  
No, not to let it were less fault than still to let him burn.  
poor girls( not Gods) but few of you so sainctified I know,  
But sometimes to conjectures of Concupiscence ye grow.  
And what provoking more thereto than lives which ye do lead,  
In pleasant Mansions, idle Ease, selfe-Pranking, fill of bread?  
And lusty flesh takes little keep of letting fall a bead,  
But into sins restrained us most so much the more doth lead.  
If needs you will that marriage nor mens love shall you 'allure,  
Nature and vows are tempted oft, but Guanors tomb makes sure:  
( Was thither by the Trot trained forth the Nouesse, so to prove  
Whether she would a Virgin die, or might be hoped love)  
That you by Nature should be chased( the contrary who not?)  
I hardly can beleeue: but if? what harm I pray were got,  
If should you tread vpon her tomb, whence barrenness doth gro,  
And end of amorous Burnings, since your vow importeth so?   

The nun, that evermore had heard and held it as her Creed,  
That she that trod vpon that tomb of such event should speed,  
Did blushy( and blame her not that so was put unto her shifts)  
Thus on the Beldame did retort instance of her own drifts.  
Mother, quoth she, good manners were the Elder former go.  
What I, that hope a husband, nor despair of issue?( So  
An Aunchanter than I hath had) by sweet Saint Pancrace, no,  
The old-wife said. Nor, quoth the nun, mean I to be the first  
Of this our Age treads on that tomb to women so accursed.  
But thus a possibility of yielding from the nun,  
And by the subtle Exorcist of prising being won,  
They back return, that at the tomb more durst not than was done.   

She, that at least so blurred an eye, for battle fought and all,  
even to solicit earnestly, on such fresh hope, did fall.  
How Cresida scorned Troilus and Plauges had manifold,  
How oft the Goblin Incubus Loue-wronged had controlled,  
And Iphis for the Cyprian Lasse fore-did himself she told.  
Like tales and Metamorphosies pass many in this chat:  
Nor lacked the Ballad of the Maid transformed to a Cat,  
And Arthurs queen, there tombd, so doombd, for falsed love, fell pat.  
So many Incantations, lies, fears, hopes, instanced shee,  
With amorous Sonners feelingly of passion and loues glee,  
As lastly did the nonplussed nun unto her charms agree.   

But leaving Guanora her tomb, and none on it to tread,  
( For Women be nor fools, nor Saincts) ensueth now to read,  
( Which asks a tragic pen to writ) the dire downfall of those  
That flourished so long and found at last too bitter foes.    

CHAP. 90.  

WHen Charles the Great for France of Scots Confedracie obtained  
Of mutual aids against English, which hath thence till now remained,  
else, likely, over either realm long since had England reigned,  
At least by intermariage, still by that Compact restrained:  
For nere held League less violate or permanent like while,  
French rescuing Scots, and Scots the French, abroad and in this Isle:  
Which God, in Nature now and law dissolving, ill appayes  
envious france itself that helped and harmed us that ways:  
Who questions then an union that such inconvenience stays?  
What Nation severs policy where One one Land obeys?  
Our Elders opportuned like occasion hereunto,  
When whatsoever they had done that League did still undo:  
No marvell, selfe-securitie France in that love did woe:  
But be an union perfected, and storm it skills not who.  
The Scot, I say, him to secure of Picts, refusing so  
To tripertite that League, did wed( whence Penthlands ouerthro)  
Fergusia, Hungust King of Picts his sister: Alpine, son  
Of this said Marriage, challenge to the Pictish Throne begun.  
Which, had it not been destinate to Scots, had never been,  
Behou'd such obstacles to be dispersed ere it they win,  
Nor swords more resolute than theirs could counterpleade therein.  
Achaius, Alpins father dead, were inter-Regnants twain  
Succeedingly ere Alpine was by lawe enabled reign.  
Both dying issulesse, to him did Scotlands crown accrue:  
Who also, from his Mother, claim to Penthland did pursew:  
Where, though he ends disastrously, two ante-Kings he slay.  
For Penthland was no easy task to win, though lastly won,  
Yet with the loss on either part of many a mothers son.  
The Picts distasted nothing more than that a foreign birth  
Should them subject, rather than which they all had vowed death.  
The Scots also in Alpins right had all obliged their blood:  
Nor more was sworn on either side than whereunto they stood.  
Succeedingly two Pict-Kings fell in two such bloody fields,  
As was indifferent whether part subdued, for neither yields:  
But either, sadly for their slain, and gladly for return,  
Retier their weakened Forces that in wished reuenge did burn.  
When season served Alpine soon did recollect his arms:  
To Brudus King of Picts likewise his fiery people swarms.  
More resolutely than these two no Armies ever met,  
Nor Captaines that mens courages more than these Kings did whet.  
When long was fought on either part with doubtful warres event,  
On Brudus side the better of that bloody bargain went.  
No ransoming of Scots, but all subdued then were slain:  
In which vnchancie battle was King Alpine Prisnor ta'en:  
From whom, first manacled, they hewd his better-worthy head,  
And pold it on their city walls for sign how Scots had spead.  
O too too erred jollity, and insolency strange,  
Transporting Fortunes wantons past expectance of a change.  
Some Scots impatiently endured such View of their disgrace,  
Who feigned them Picts, and gaining so convenient time and place,  
conveyed thence King Alpins head, well guerdond of his son:  
By whom to renouate the Warres his Nobles thus were won.   

Their former loss dishartned them so much that when, in vain,  
He oft had wowd their aids, he seemed expectant to remain:  
Conuenting, as for other cause, them, feasted, and provides  
Their Lodgings in his palace, and in every Chamber hides  
One clad in fishes scales, a club of Muscane in one hand,  
In th'other was a bugle horn, and all at midnight stand  
Before each sleeping Nobles bed,& through the horn thus spake.  
* Thou scottish Heros, at the least to God his angel wake:  
Kenneth your King must be obaid, and Picts be overthrown,  
* Assist him lest thou perish now th'Almighties will is known.   

The wakened Lords beleeud that voice not humane,& behild,  
( For naturally that wood in dark gives Shine, which now had filled  
Each room) the vision, in a tryse that vanished, for when  
The wood and scales were hide was all in sudden darkness then.  
This voice and vision did affright the Nobles, and next day  
Each unto other did the same in secrecy bewray:  
All jump of one same time, sight, speech, and therefore all beleeue  
It was from God, and for the warres so long delayed grieve:  
The King did fraine their whisprings, and themselves to him they shreeue.  
Who likewise did affirm himself so visited that night:  
By which Elusion all were brought against the Picts to fight.  
Like guiles were frequent in those dayes, so Exorcists and Friers  
confirmed in superstition men, and spead their own desires.   

Of Fairies, Goblins, walking Lights,& like chat Grandams much,  
Nor am myself incredulous that haue been, and be such:  
Yet savoureth, me thinks, a lye this that of late befell,  
Which, though report should fable, is no harmful iest to tell.    

CHAP. 91.  

A shepherd, whilst his Flock did feed, him in his cloak did wrap,  
Bids Patch his Dog stand Sentenell, both to secure a nap,  
And lest his Bagpipe, Sheephooke, Skrip, and bottle( most his wealth)  
By Vagrants( more then many now) might suffer of their stealth.  
As he twixt sleep and waking lay against a green Banks side,  
A Round of Fairie-Elues, and Larrs of other kind, he spied:  
Who in their dancing him so charmed, that though he waked he slept,  
Now pinched they him, antickt about, and on, and off him lept.  
'mongst them, of bigger bulk and voice, a bare-breecht Goblin was,  
That at their Gamboles laughed, like the braying of an ass.  
At once the Shepherds Bagpipe( for they also used it)  
Was hushed, and round about him they, as if in council, sit.  
Vpon whose face the breechlesse Larr did set his buttocks bare,  
Bespeaking thus his beau-Compeers, like Caiphas in his chair.   

poor Robin-good-fellow, sweet Elfs, much thanks you for this glee,  
Since last I came into this Land a rarity to see:  
When Nunnes, Monks, Friers, and Votaries were here of every sort,  
We were accustomend, ye wot, to this and merrier sport.  
Wo worth( may our great Pan, and we his Puples say) that friar,  
That by revealing Christ obscured to Christ did souls retire.  
For since great Pans great Vicar on the Earth was disobaid  
In England, I beyond the Seas a Mal-Content haue stayed.  
Whence, by a brute of powder that should blow to heaven or hell  
The Protestants, I hither came, where all I found too well:  
And in the catholic main Cause small hope, or rather none:  
No sooner therefore was I come but that I wished me gone.  
Was then a merry world with us when Mary wore the crown,  
And holy-water-sprinkle was beleeud to put us down.  
Ho ho ho ho, needs must I laugh such fooleries to name:  
And at my crumbed mess of milk each night, from Maid or Dame  
To do their chares, as they supposed, when in their deadest sleep  
I pulled them out their beds,& made themselves their houses sweep.  
How clatterd I amongst their Pots and Pans, as dreamed they?  
My Hempen Hampen Sentence, when some tender fool would lay  
Me shirt or slop, them grieved, for I then would go away.  
ye Fairies too made Mothers, if weak faith, to swear that ye  
Into their Beds did foist your Babes, and theirs exchanged to be.  
When ye( that elvish Manners did from elvish Shapes observe)  
By pinching her that beat that child, made Child& Mother olive,  
This in that erd belief, That, not corrected, bad that grew:  
Thus ye, I, Pope, and cloisterers all in one team then drew.  
But all things haue gone cross with us since here the gospel shind,  
Nor helps it ought that She that it vnclowded is inshrind.  
Well, though our Romish Exorcists and Regulars be outed,  
No less hypocrisy 'mongst some their Contraries is doubted:  
And may they so persever and so perish Robin prays:  
But too too zealous people are too many cloy my ways.  
For that this realm is in the Right, Rome in the wrong for Loore  
I must confess, though much is else as faulty as before.  
To Farmers came I, that, at least, their loaf and Cheese once freed  
For all would eat, but found themselves the parings now to need:  
So do their Landlords rack their Rents: though in the Mannor-Place  
Scarce smoakt a Chimney: yet did Smoke perplex me in strange case.  
I saw the attorneys cleerd of fire, where ne'ertheless it smokt  
So bitterly, as one not used to like, it might haue chokt.  
But when I saw it did proceed from nostrils, and from throats  
Of Ladies, Lords, and sillie grooms, not burning skins nor coats,  
Great Belsabub, thought I, can all spit fire as well as Thine?  
Or where am I? it cannot be under the torred Line.  
My fellow Incubus( who here still Residence did keep,  
witness so many dadlesse Babes begot on girls asleep)  
Did put me by that fear, and said it was an Indian weed,  
That feum'd away more wealth than would a many thousands feed.  
Freed of that fear, the novelty of Cooches scath'd me so,  
As from their drifts and cluttering I knew not where to go.  
These also work, quoth Incubus, to our avail, for why?  
They tend to idle Pride, and to Inhospitalitie.  
With that I, comforted, did then peep into every one,  
And of mine old acquaintances spied many a country Ione,  
Whose fathers drove the Dung-cart, though the daughters now will.  
I knew when Prelates,& the peers had faire attendance on none.  
By Gentlemen and Yeomandrie, but that faire world is gone:  
For most, like jehu, hurrie with Pedanties two or three,  
Yet all go down the wind, save those that hospitalious bee.  
greatest Ladies with their women, on their Palfries mounted faire,  
road through the streets, well waited on, their artless faces bare,  
Which now in coaches scorn to be salved of the air.  
I knew when men-Iudiciall road on sober Mules, whereby  
They might of suitors, these, and they ask, answer, and reply.  
I knew when more was thrived abroad by war than now by peace,  
And English feared where they be frumpt, since hostile terms did cease:  
But by Occasion, all things are produced, be, decrease.  
Times were when practise also preached, and well said was well-done,  
When Courtiors cleerd the old before they on the new would run,  
When no judicial place was bought, lest Iustice might be sold,  
When Quirts, nor Quillets overthrew, or long did Causes hold,  
When Lawyers more deserud their fees,& fatted less with gold.  
When to the fifteenth psalm, sometimes, had Citizens recourse,  
When Lords of Farmers, Farmers of the poor had more remorse.    


No sooner join the Battels but the Saxons them withdrew,  
And neutrally from hills aloof the Execution view.  
The Picts so weakened, Donskene yet from Donskene no whit swarues,  
But still a dauntlesse heart unto a dismal hour resarues:  
And what a complete captain might in nothing did omit,  
encountering and encouraging, when, where, and what was fit:  
Nor their innatiue prowess did his People then forgit:  
Nor Field was ever fought with more perseverant Swords than it.  
The Scots( to whom all britain in times revolutions was  
Inaugurated) did their main at fearless hazard pas:  
Whilst Picts, that should vnpeople now, as fruit vnripened fell:  
For Scots at least with Picts alike might slaughtered Corpses tell.  
seven times that fatal day the Picts renewed fight in vain,  
Till almost all did perish, and their valiant King was slain:  
At Donskene so unto the Picts both ended realm and reign.   

Camelon( now in persuasive, then a spacious city strong,  
Wherein the roman Presidents had held their States of long,  
Nor could for beautiful this Isle boast like, else books be wrong,  
Though hardly now( as Verelon) it Ruins found among)  
Held Pictish yet: to which those few that had escaped flayed,  
besieged now: the which to race, and all therein for dead  
The Scots had vowed. Whereupon such despret Sallies bread,  
That, had not hate in scottish hearts bread lethargy of fear,  
Their obstinacy had given place to dreadful objects there.  
But loss nor labour Kenneth cares whereby the Picts might fall:  
Whilst these esteemed incessant toils and greatest dangers small.  
When long, and to the Scots themselves the Siege had lossefull been,  
( For Picts had vowed not to loose, as Scots the town to win)  
And that such famine had enraged within the walls, so sore,  
As that they were enforced to eat what Nature did abhor,  
By stratagems effecting was at last the city lost:  
In winning which alternallie it ouer-dearely cost.  
But Victors were the Scots, that spared nor Priest, nor sex, nor age,  
But slaughter all, and quiter race down Camelon in their rage.  
Thus, after twice six hundred yeares, this city and that State  
Were clean extirpt, through Scots, thereto ordained by shiftlesse fate.  
Who also wrought in all, so far as then in them did lie,  
That even the very name of Picts to future times should die.  
But neither Swords, nor fired Records, nor altered names of all,  
Nor Enuies-selfe, this of their worth extinguish, hope we shall.     

THE FIFTEENTH book OF ALBIONS ENGLAND.  

CHAP. 93.  

THE Scots thus conquered Penthland, when two Nations more remained  
Within this island, also to their Empire preordaind,  
Britons( now Welsh) and Saxons( now called English) either twain  
From then a world of time remote united to their reign:  
And Ireland also( whence they were) in Englands right they gain.  
But by what Currants resteth now in brevity to say,  
More facle, by how much the more I see that wished day  
Of all by-passed ages now effected fully in  
His majesty, that monarchy doth of this Ile begin.   

The Picts thus past, more of the Scots shall be remembered, when  
The Welsh, more aunchant Incolants, distaske our willing pen.  
For Welsh and Scots, so far-forth we Aborigens may name,  
As that they held them here entire since first they hither came.  
We moderns are compounded of them both, Picts, Romaines, and  
Armoricanes, Danes, Normaines, all once breeding in this land.  
Since british, English, Scottish, and the Danish bloods unite  
In Englands royal Issue now, what wrongs haue they to right?  
But that, for consanguinity, we may, coleaug'd with those,  
God set before, set dread behind of whatsoever foes.  
May all their virtues grifted in our Natures show events  
In this our Eden worthy still at least of such descents.   

Rome here prevailing, latenlie, old Britons, Picts, were said,  
Of their self-painting, whence foe-feard they did themselves perswaid.  
Rome outed, Pictish Britons did british revolts inuaid,  
Because those Lattres( basely thought those Formers) Rome obaid:  
For these though seuerd erst were one. Then Scots extirpt the Picts:  
Then came the Saxons, and to Wales debelled Brutes relics:  
Where yet they are a People, and had there their native Kings,  
And in that war-saud country in their country, acted things  
Whereof( their insufficient Bard) my Muse too skantie sings.  
At last to th' englished Normaine yoke them ciuell discord brings.  
Of Britons( saxonlie called Welsh, or Strangers) touch we here  
Occurrents, as in weal or woe the same concerned them near:  
Yea progress we while through Wales, where Brute his off-springs seed,  
under their native Princes long did many a glorious dead:  
And that those Britons brave Remaines time from tumultuous brings,  
Was not our armour, but our late alacrity of Kings.  
For, since protected in same laws, and mixed with us in blood,  
Bad Brookers they of violence proved Voluntaries good,  
And to themselves haue happy, to our State haue loyal stood.   

Cadwalader, as is before, transfreated, forced thereto  
By what th'invading Saxons and the Pestilence did do,  
The Things of Wales, as Saxons too, confusedly did stand:  
The cause plurality of Kings aduanst in either land.  
Till Saxons did in Lhoyger( so the Welsh called England) choose  
( Which honor thence West-Saxon Kings in that Heptarchia use)  
A sovereign general for their warres against their common foes,  
And Brittish-Cambries( Welsh men now) a like Superior choes,  
Twixt which Alienigenests not seldom warfare groes.  
King roderick, surnamd the great, did monarchize at last  
Wales, that had near as many Kings as Cantreses in times past,  
Reducing all to three, whereof were Tributaries twain  
unto the third, North-Wales, which thence did Paramount remain.  
Of North-Wales, South-Wales , Powys-land, making bequests he dide,  
And his three sons those Diuidents in Thrones distinct supplied.  
Of all things there, long out of joint, in order as they fell  
Through usurpations, civil warres, and Danes were long to tell,  
But of those indigested daies this merits observation,  
At odds they euend against Alients, nor mixed blood with foreign nation.  
Yet, though against the Welsh-Kings will, our royal Surname now  
( If history therein we may authentical allow)  
It Seedster from that kingly Streene derives, ensueth how.    

CHAP. 94.  

ONe Makebeth, who had traitrously his sometimes sovereign slain,  
And like a Monster not a Man usurped in Scotland reign,  
Whose guilty Conscience did itself so feelingly accuse,  
As nothing not applied by him against himself he vewes,  
No whispering but of him, 'gainst him all weapons fears he born,  
All Beings jointly to reuenge his Murthres thinks he sworn,  
Wherefore( for such are ever such in selfe-tormenting mind)  
But to proceed in blood he thought no saferie to find.  
All greatness therefore, save his own his, driftings did infest:  
Wit so is wisedoms Excrement, and dangerously transgressed.  
But Pomp, nor policy, the poor in spirit shall be blessed,  
When at the general doom our souls and satan shall contest.  
One Banquho, powrefulst of the Peers, in popular affection  
And prowess great, was murdered by his tyrannous direction.  
Fleance therefore this Banquhos son fled thence to Wales for fear,  
whom Gruffyth kindly did receive, and cherished nobly there.  
This grew so rare in Court, as him did every eye and ear  
desire to see for person, for discourse delight to hear.  
King Gruffyths Daughter, Paragon for beauty and for wit,  
He followed with such Offices to complete Courtship fit,  
That each to other sympathiz'd such settled liking, as  
Her heart to his, his heart to hers transplantiuely did pass.  
In other Courts for either sex not amorous to appear  
Was not to be a Courtior, but such boldness faulted there:  
Her loved of him, him loved of her, was patent to them both,  
Yet dombly so, and either that should th'other noote it loth.  
Not he, by Sonnets passonate, did give the world to wit  
That he was turned Hermaphrodit, and she the cause of it:  
Nor borrowed she of Phaos box thereby to seem more faire,  
As those that fond rob themselves by Arte of that they are.  
Through this occasion lassly thus he nakt to her his heart:   

I pree thee, Fleance, tell quoth she, which I haue heard in part,  
The story of Fairies that foretold thy Fathers fate,  
For why? I know not why, but sure it throbs my heart of late.  
Throb may it so it thrive, quoth he, in you to that event  
Diuind by them, nor hope I you can destiny prevent:  
But howsoever thus it was. King Duncane when alive,  
To Makbeth and my father did great Dignities derive,  
As chiefest for their births, their wit, and valour, also they  
Held friendship long, and luckily in Scotch affairs did sway.  
Three Fairies in a private walk to them appeared, who  
Saluted Makbeth King, and gave him other Titles too:  
To whom my father, laughing, said they dealt unequal dole,  
Behighting nought thereof to him, but to his Friend the whole.  
When of the Weird-Elfes one of them, replying, said that he  
Should not be King, but of his Streene a many Kings should be.  
So vanish they: and what they said of Makbeth now we see.  
But murdered is my father, and of him remaines but me,  
Nor shall what they diuin'd effect, unless, sweet Sweet, by thee.  
What blushy you, Lady, pree thee let me buss that blushy away,  
He said, and did it, She to seek even of a womans Nay.   

When Louers opportunely meet to chaffer fire and flax,  
Will sometimes falls too soon a work, and Wit thereof doth tax:  
This amorous Couples close Contract performed such earnest sport,  
As worse news than would their tongues her belly did report.  
The fault apparent, Fleance was by furious Gruffyth killed,  
And she, delivered of a son, was in affliction held.  
The rather for an alien had prevailed in that case,  
Than which amongst the Welsh-men thē was nothing more disgrace.  
And, soothly, unto these our times in Europe scarce is known  
As North-Wales is, a Nation more entirely People-one,  
But that so long in one same Land haue held them think I none,  
If be not natural Irish for abode and breed out-worne.  
From these so hapless Parents yet an happy son proceeded,  
Well educated of the King, and proving nobly deeded,  
At age admired for active, and for high employments apt:  
But for the virtuous to haue been envied ever happed.  
One taxing him of bastardy, words more than he could brook,  
Was slain by him: who fearing Law his flight to Scotland took.  
Where Walter( for it was his name) exact of noble blood,  
And Grand-sonne to the King of Wales, in public favour stood.  
Amongst great honors, which his great Achiuements well did merit,  
He was Lord Steward of the Land: which Sur-name all inherit  
Of him descended to this day: which Surname, and which Streene  
Hath blessed the Scots with Princes eight, Ours also numbers neene:  
Great monarch of great britain now, so amply never any:  
Long may he live an happy King, of him may Kings be many.  
Boast of his triple royal blood from you ye Cambrian Brutes,  
Which to his high descents Else-where not lowest ranked suits.  
For Tudor from cadwalader, and james from Tudor claims,  
From Gruffyths royal Daughter too himself a Brute he names,  
From Gladys, Mortimer his wife Prince Dauids sister and  
undoubted heir, he also hath in blood and owns your Land.  
Great britain, sith a Briton doth remonarchize thy Throne,  
Remaund thy name: Brute had, james hath the whole, as else had none.   

What then remaines, sith all is Ones, but all be one in all,  
And schisms be reconcilde or scourged, for God quaints not with Baal.  
The great Surname of Steward, how it royaliz'd shall rest  
For amplier story, and of Wales shall be while digrest.    

CHAP. 95.  

SAy me, of gadding, whispering, and of real Papists, who  
Wish not that Romes Palladium might as Greekes to Troy Here do?  
Nay, which of most the Popes their deeds, in Paratie, did touch  
Of these usurped Sur-names( Names purporting virtue much)  
As Clement, pus, Benedict, with Boniface, and such?  
The Contrary in these and their blind Dogmatists is true:  
witness Guy Faux his god-curst task set by a Pope-blist Crew.  
But thy Name, Faux, apts Latinlie unto thy Nature bad:  
save pity more even Tigers jaws haue than thy blood-thirst had.  
France, belgic, spain, Cis-Trans-Alpine, had they against us armed,  
All they in this united Isle had( if at all) less harmed,  
( For even a Conquest, though it much adds, alters, and ablates,  
To, in, and from, a vassald State, not howbeit vn-States)  
Than this one Viper in his den, by one unthought of blow,  
Hels stratagemous Quintessence, Romes selfe-created Foe:  
For henceforth who, not senseless, to her Oracle will go?  
Those all, I say; yea all the worlds joint armor never had,  
Or could they would they barbarously haue been so ruthlesse bad,  
As in a trice had been performed by Faux, abetted by  
Conspirators, more odious than their names to shane can die.  
Yea, but that provender them pricked, by some that might haue said,  
soul take thine Ease, here up in store enough for thee is laid.  
But Gold, I trow, would be a God it gathereth so of style:  
To be a Noble, sovereign, nor an Angel, worth the while.  
Like to which Climaxie of coin wealth elevates the mind  
To tract of greatness, till 'mongst men be Lucifers declined.  
Besides a many Innocents, not aimed at or remorsed,  
His majesties, queens, Of-springs breaths from their sweet bodies forced,  
The prelacy, nobility, States-men, and State betrayed,  
None to consult, none to command, obey, or be obeyed,  
Protestants, Papists, puritans, and Atheists by the ears,  
All in Confusion, Rapines, blood, in horror, schisms, and fears,  
How many unprepared souls in that one tragic Blast  
Had, unrepentant, what cared Rome to whom or whither past?  
That parliament, that should haue blessed an hopeful union here  
Twixt English and the Scots, had left nor union, King, nor peer,  
Nor of the royal imps, nor whom, but better had been dead  
Than to haue seen those miseries that Massacre had bread:  
A Massacre? nay vilder than affining term is red.  
Nor had those divels themselves sped as their project had decreed,  
Whilst britain had a Chrishian, and that Christian blood to bleed:  
Nor any( if no Papist) though Mahumatist, or jew,  
Or moral Idolast had brookt such irreligious View,  
Nor foreign State, or Potentate, the Pope respecting less  
Than Gods law, laws of Nature, and of Nations to transgress:  
Or, doubtless, had selfe-Butcherie amongst those Butchers been,  
Like wolves in sharing Praies, so God abhors such bloody sin:  
Through whom, themselves that digged for us the Pit are fallen therein.  
Romes Neros-fire, Guyse-Massacre, Herods Act, Hamons mind,  
Our John, French henry murdered, more, nor any in that kind,  
Pagan, nor Popish cruelty here Parallel can find:  
For blood and sour designs so far beyond Example all,  
As Children now, when they be men, beleeue it hardly shall.  
Then, Britons, when ye bless your Babes, mixed may your blessings be  
With this, that they take Caution that did papism thus decree:  
Whence true Tradition of the Fruit may blanche thē from the three.  
Yea, let them listen, lothingly, what Iesuites propound  
'gainst Kings& States, perfidiously t'aduance their Triple crowned:  
For which, even atheism( theirs except) disclaimeth any ground.  
Yet out of Practise, Purpose, term, and None it to relate  
May be that diulish Doctrine whence they now equivocate.  
For we may vouch our Age to haue begotten two such twins,  
That Manual meant, This Mental brocht, as comprehend all sins.  
To gangrenes as Decision fits( the sooner better) so  
This Latters Breath choke at its Birth, that else will monstrous grow.  
When Hercules was preached a God to so believers, it  
Was taxed a needless Doctrine: But this Loore▪ Strife more unfit,  
Sith Romes Amphibologie faults to Trust, Religion, wit:  
Of paganism, yea atheism hist, derived from Hels Pit.  
The fabled satire came to dine, but when his host for cold  
Did blow his nails, his Pottage too for heat, not stay he would,  
disparity from one same Breath, him scathed to behold.  
Tongues-Othes, Harts-Thoughts, Disiunctiues, by a Mental reservation,  
What laws, whose life or State secure, should such not be Nugation?  
Such cannot be of God, therefore itself cannot but kill,  
When truly falsely sworn doth sin, yea Good that tracts of Ill.  
No Beasts, of whom but selfe-Repose to be disturbed is feared,  
Will suffer that amongst them this bigenderd Beast shall heard.  
Absurdities vncontrouerst, as silenst then let go:  
It prouds a schismatic when him disputes a learned foe.  
But, Infants-now, by ye be men, or might if ye shall live,  
An universal Hate is hopte to Rome an End shall give:  
Hate? and an End right iusticed against that purple Whore:  
My soul for yours, if hers you hate, and shall embrace our Lore.  
Wise is he that spake wisely thus the verity in this,  
The mystery of iniquity in perfect papism is.  
Amongst a many Instancies, the vgliest was this Plot,  
prevented erst miraculously: nor be the means forgot.   

Mount-Eagle( than that Names-birth, Gods preordinance more Strange  
In that darkt love, meant sole to thee, such Prodigies should change)  
Mount Eagle thine as high a pitch as Prince-bird of thy kind  
Did ever, and thy loyalty live in the Lions mind:  
Whose great-grand-Mothers Father too, Birds of thy feather found  
That, chiefly, thrown'd him in his Right, a Tyrant then dis-crownd,  
For which, long civil warres so ceased, and this, should al confounded,  
But God used thee a counter-meanes, rests England deeply bound  
To theirs and thine auspicious bide, still to its sceptre sound.    

CHAP. 96.  

COnsult thyself, dread sovereign, and thy Senators, how may  
The Romish Hydras heads be seard, or Monster rid away.  
For sith they doom all heretics not suiting to their Lore,  
And faith with us not to be held, but foehood evermore,  
And sith for murders Merits, oaths Remission, heaven for Treason,  
Hath their Religion them to doubt, that all things dare, is reason:  
But God it is that broken the Snare, watch, pray we every Season.  
And, as thy Courtiers, also let thy Commons, sacred King,  
unto thine affability and bounty Poeans sing.  
Than which, is thought, that nothing more assures a Regall-Seate,  
Which seeming silly do, undone, much Scathe to sceptres threat:  
Elizabeth, most sweet wert thou, in each heart-chayning feat.   

And miserable Papists, too delirously misled,  
To whom are oaths, blood, what not Hels, may stand your Sect in stead?  
Indulgenced, Only to you, and only are forbod  
The Scriptures and our Churches, lest ye turn from Pope to God.  
O, rather take the warrantise of that sole deity  
That, bidding search the Scriptures, saith of him they testify.  
Peruse them yet, frequent our Church, confer with our divines:  
So shall ye find Rome false, and less to care your faith than fines:  
For to the Centure of selfe-Pompe directeth all her Lines:  
Nor can it be Religion that so diuelishly designs:  
As did your late prevented Plot, that Rome and Hell combines.  
For all yet said, is nothing to that more that might be said,  
Of our completest parliament that should haue been betrayed:  
And new Rome, that for infamy too long hath famous been,  
Vncontradicted, for that Plot from Hell the palm doth win.  
Sith Peters-selfe, first patriarch in your Church, as ye pretend,  
Was taught, and taught, meekness and love, so lived, and so did end,  
Sith thirty three succeeding in that chair were martyred such,  
And all the Fathers There( of style no higher would they touch)  
Were abject poor, till Constantine inritched them too much,  
And Phocas for his Priuats Rome the Supreme Sea promoted,  
How is it of supremacy, as if from Christ, then doted?  
Well, if in church-affairs ye in your Follies so admit,  
Yet that be Popes Heauens Porters, or the Gaylers of Hels Pit,  
Or that their Mittimus to This, Admittimus to That,  
Be worth a farthing of the Price, creed they that care not what.  
But certis, papistry, that in itself is so absurd,  
Of learned men and Princes, that confer it with Gods word,  
Is used but for selfe-purposes and Policies a Staile,  
And whither will the head we know that thither will the tail.  
What Warres, invasions, Rebels, Plots, at least since Luthers daies,  
But thence had hopes, bulls, or Pretexts, the main meant other ways.  
How many Kings for Coyne-cause, or repelling but Pope-pride,  
Hath Rome infested, though with her the same in all beside?  
Most-what by Women, sillie girls, youths, firie-wits, Ambitious,  
By great, by needy Mal-Contents, by Credulous, and vicious,  
Work Romes Committees,& from flesh to fare much more delicious  
Penance their Puples: whitest Sons these Seedsters and Seditious.  
And, that for them libentiously Fooles-Catholike should err,  
Pensions, Canonizing at least, on Rome-wrights they confer.  
But, if had spead their barbarous Plot of vaulted Powder late,  
Then friends and foes, vncarde of them, had past in one same rate,  
And Agents too: Religion was the bye, the main the State.  
Deluded souls, in only Christ ground all Faith, love, and Hope;  
A mortal Man, sinful as ye, or worse is the Pope,  
Your coin of all his practices and Pedlaries the scope.  
So violently, blasphemously, and suddenly haue dide  
So many Popes, as in no rank of States hath happed beside.  
And to usurp the papacy, such treacherous Intrusions,  
For Romes Religion, and her Rites, such false and harsh Conclusions,  
Such simony, Pride, bribery, and Brothelrie is There,  
Yea and Sodometrie, as not exampled are elsewhere.  
Such is your God, his Oracle, his Orgies, and his Alter,  
O venture not your souls for such, to heuen-wards through an halter.  
Babel is fallen, Vr-Caldick squencht, Delphos in no request,  
Pantheon none for ethnic Gods, Iewdaisme finds no rest,  
Mahumetrie hath but it time, the Arian and old store  
Of Heresies are silenced, hath Romes then Placcard more?  
Nay, let her look a full Eclipse of her aye darkened moon,  
By interponure of the sun that shall vnshine it soon.  
And( which is red as holy writ) the Legend of their Saints  
To wisemens View, vpon that Pale Anathema it paints.  
The Statute in Q. Maries reign, when re-Rom'd this realm,  
Doth arrogate unto that Sea in terms too much extreme.  
Yet some for selfe-Preferments, some to please, in blindness most,  
Or how soever, wrought it was that Rome did rule the roast.  
But this be noted, worth the note, though Rome then souls re-got,  
The Abbie-Lands, though labouring it, she reposseeded not:  
Her trusted they with those, themselves with these,& quashed had been  
That holy Statute, rather than a Land-saue not put in.  
The pride of that same prelacy, far less than since and now,  
even in a Saint of theirs did our old Christians disallow,  
Concerning which ensueth here, the story when and how.    

CHAP. 97.  

TO Austin, first of Kentish Saints, do lend your ears a while:  
Not to his Legend( so absurd as, read, would make ye smile,  
Or rather good men grieve that stuff so gross should men beguile)  
But of that Saint, whom gregory the Pope sent to this Isle,  
So moved by feature that at Rome he saw in Englishmen,  
Or Pagan saxons, newly called by name of English then.   

Note, diuers hundred yeeres before that Lucius here was King,  
The Britons had received the faith, and though did Saxons bring  
Hither with them their paganism and Christians did oppress,  
Amongst the then Welsh-Britons was the gospel ne'ertheless,  
And primitive Church-Practise of true Faith, for why? as yet  
From Popes was no corruption brought, nor any from them fet.  
But as their first Apostle, from Christs first Apostles, brought  
Immediat christianity, at Bangor was it taught  
Sincerely so, above those Clerkes till primacy was sought  
By Austin, then Romes Agent, famed such wonders to haue wrought,  
As, if his Legend be no lye( to deem the best we ought)  
mere exorcisms( for Miracles were ceased) they may be thought.  
But sith not only Fathers in their books be falsefide,  
But even the sacred Scriptures, to uphold the papal pride,  
This Austin and his fellow Saints may also be belide.  
Of whom be reverent Censure, that for most were men devout,  
Though in their Legends( others works) mere Fables are set out.    

CHAP. 98.  

NExt these of Saints, unsanctified, that also stir the State,  
Calumnize Church, our liturgy, and Rites in critic rate.  
Yet( let not men religious, or but moral good reply)  
What are they but the mapped Orbs of all hypocrisy?  
Of humour, Pride, perverseness fead, nor be irreverence spoken,  
Too aduantagiously from out our rubric they unyoke,  
And Canons old and new by them are, too securely, broken,  
Yea and, offensively, unto our Regulars, submis  
To meet Conformetie, that by Nouators dallied is.  
For in euasiue Discipline, and tolerating Lawe,  
Meant howsoever, baine from balm do such fantastics draw,  
And giddy Flights of Bussards oft devote them to some daw:  
Who, howsoever he impungs our Order in Church Rites,  
Them terming Romish rags, or with his leaden Sword thē smites,  
Yet whatsoever papistry exacted, payed yet,  
His scrupulous Reformitie, will nought thereof remit.  
Nay, friar more did never preach devotion to his Dame  
Than these Addition, nor for ought with-hild did so exclaim.  
Which were indeed allowable in any more than These;  
That are in all but for themselves, all would, will nothing lose.  
Whose holy Noses ouer-hang at Markets, Staules, and Sacks,  
There hucking cheapth, here harkening dearth, to set abroach their Stacks.  
And if of these Irregulars( as few haue) some giue-out,  
They of their own provided are sufficiently no doubt,  
Or know to lay their knife aboard, at others Costs, for Fare  
And greater Ease than study them or Pulpetrie can spare.  
Or if shall of Pluralities be likely Risses, then  
Their Saintships are as capable thereof as sinful men.  
Say somethings faulty in abuse of good laws, what of so?  
A lawful Calling, Season, Cause, still hand in hand should go.  
Synods& demonstrates should they to preposterous schisms give place,  
laws would be sick of lunacy, still alter would the case.  
The Adders tail, because it had the Sting, would hale the Head,  
Ensewd, the blind Conductor to a deadly Down-fall led.  
Were sailors scorned the Master for Director, him they drowned,  
A Tempest happed, none could direct, and all a shipwreck found.  
Of Plebales when they rush into Reformitie like ground,  
And like success: themselves for most cannot themselves expound.  
Nor captiously be ta'en the term of puritan, but know,  
To purity feigned of Impure, so known, we badder owe,  
Than by a bare Sarcasmus to obtrude on such the lye  
Of them beloved: Censure then of me as censure I,  
That iterate, let pharisees not publicans apply:  
And care not terms, but clear the schisms in perverse humour led,  
And in a nicknamed puritan an Hypocrite be red.  
For upright hearts, for holy hands, for reverent tongues and ears  
Be Scriptures only, and to God no secret but appears.  
Then babble less, and practise more of piety, if not,  
By knowing good and doing ill the rather Hell is got.  
Sith These and Romes, so dangerously, to innovation tend  
Against the Church and public Peace, or break or make thē bend:  
At least, sith such Antitheses to Truth vnuisard are,  
Yet selfe-accusing Consciences seducing not forbear,  
Of spleen or singularity, no such Seducers spare.  
Should Law lack force, or Iustice faint, as neither doth-or ought,  
This comforts yet, Things not of God come of themselves to nought.   

Omitting serious Errants, and few pitied wits of some  
Conceited, and exemplarly consorted, now though dumb,  
Hopte howbeit no lethargy their Senses doth benumb,  
( For sometimes good men, till removed, to wrong Opinions lean)  
Be medeld but of airy Saints, our hypocrites we mean,  
Of whom too many be observed too subtle and unclean.  
'mongst many of an Hang-by in that kind, who, save for gain,  
Sees pulpits only, echoeth Paul, and Magdalen doth fain,  
The scriptum est, as did the divell, for her avail applies,  
Not for an ox an oath, but for each trifle twenty Lies,  
Tiers Catechizing, hangs at mouths for scapes, when shall ye swore  
Be'r-Lady or but Mack, for hot encounter then prepare,  
Admireth others Faults, whilst she doth nothing more than worse,  
Not sticking cautilously the hier of filthiness to purse,  
For, may she opportune for Pence, lives not like lurching Blaine,  
At her a cast, for now my Muse is in a merry vain.    

CHAP. 99.  

THere is an academy, which I reverence so much,  
As guessed 'gainst it splenous thoughts me splenously would touch:  
For as( so history) it was the Primer-schooling here,  
So ever haue Religion and the Muses held it dear:  
What of Precisians? most retract, did Papists Else-where so,  
amiss were well amended: but too Wost-ward now we go.  
Not miles from it a Township is, I know not whether in  
A neighbouring Mart more famous, or infamous for the sin  
Of beggars, Brothels, Cheaters, Bawds, and Vagrants once a year  
Resorting thither, then to put their sins in practise there.  
far be it though we tax thereof those dwelling there, for why?  
Proctors nor Praetors ever could those Of-scummes thence put by.  
The harbouring then so fitting There, as those of Sort among  
Are fain thereof. But all this while we do our hostess wrong,  
Who though she lack not of the age that Scriptures lot to man,  
In avaricious providence less Arte the divell can:  
Her let us story, as she sways the Pot and dripping-pan.   

So farre-foorth as her empted Goomes permitteth Guests she greets,  
And promiseth to every one soft lodging& sweet sheets:  
But who would think by miss of teeth that she with profit meets?  
Full gorged 'mongst her Guests( for she with every Company eats,  
And slauers out some Decate of worm-eaten home-spun feats,  
Or with her fellow pharisees of Lecture-shreads entreats,  
Or as she gropeth humours, so afferring stuff repeats,  
A Proteu to all profit, hers as every pulse so beats,  
Well wotting now no thriving if no hammering to all heats)  
She, eating as chap-broken, of teeth-fugitiues complains,  
And for adjourned chewing so full fraughted trenchers gains,  
Which she retaileth: neither with that booty so refrains,  
But that some neighbour big with child lusts this or that she feigns,  
And fourthly for her gulled Guests a galling shot remaines.  
At table and in Stable when is frankly spent, and hopte  
The promisd Lodging, no such thing, for many so gaine-coopt  
Are glad, with fresh expenses for rear-banquets and great fiers,  
All night to shelter bedlesse there: herself mean time retiers  
To gnawed bones, and slubberd Scraps, and Trenchers, which she scrapes  
So as no licking for a Mouse her frugal fingers scapes,  
And with that sweet Compound condites such Gallimawfries as  
She dearly uttereth to the swains that to and fro then pas.  
Her parts external more to praise, in soothe, I know not how,  
Than that she eateth, grunts, and goes as cleanly as a Sow,  
Splay-footed, gated like a bear, and wasted like a Cow,  
And grease combust hides as a mask her face of Baboon-forme.  
Not wrothfull though, who so will may howsoever storm,  
So she hath pay, that will be paid, if Bayard be in Stable,  
And Bayard shall be there, for none she intertaines not able.  
And though her wealth be great she hath no pride as may appear,  
So sluttish is her Wardrobe that she doth and doth not wear.  
And he that at her Beauties best her kissed him repented,  
Then lechery must needs in one so ugly be prevented.  
She cannot be malicious doth with only money deal:  
Nor envious, unto only whom virtues themselves conceal.  
And though that gluttony itself by her might be pourtraid,  
Yet Others, not herself, for that deformity haue paid.  
Now, were our hostess purged of her covetous humour too,  
It were a metaphysic more than beelzeebub can do:  
To whom I leave both her and all such Hosteses, Amen:  
For better matter, could we hit thereon, attends our pen.   

This Toy tost-by, be now while contemplated vpon  
The God-protected government of that sweet queen is gon.  
How happy her distaste of These, of Pope, and Papists all  
Was to herself and Hers, and how an Edict late for Baal,  
Such as was Iehues, seemed proclaimed: for whereto else should tend  
Such liberty of travell, or of Ours, that might defend  
even 'gainst true Christians catholics, nick-named, but thereby  
To our Religion or to Romes Affections so to try?  
Sith pregnantly is Opposite our King to papistry.  
On These I ruminating thus into a slumber fell,  
And dreamed a speaking Vision, which did humour me so well,  
As would I could( which Arte cannot) it in its Essence tell.    

CHAP. 100.  

ME thought I did conceit the Sight that martyred Stephen had,  
And from that glorious heaven descend a maid in brightness clad:  
Her looks had complete majesty mixed with allacrious view,  
Whom by that rarity to bee Elizabeth I knew.  
Friend( quoth she) small thy famed and less thy Fortune, howbeit  
Good-will I estimate above birth, wealth, or fluent wit,  
Thy Betters( once my Flatterers) me and themselves forgit,  
Thou with thy Mite remembrest me, and I remember it.  
As Palinur I come not of Aeneas to entreat  
Interment, it I had, and am behighted Tombrie great.  
Nor come I, sorry soul, to thee( as short of skill iwis  
As means to mend in Staterie ought, if were ought amis)  
As quarrelous, but to applaud what as I left it is,  
For which at least your prudent King and council bode ye blis.  
Nor come I from a Limbo, for there is but heaven and Hell,  
And souls immediately are and continue as they fell,  
Though of a purgatory Popes the Fable dearly sell  
Of life eternity, of joys I Infinencie haue,  
Yet rests a glorifying doom beyond what heart can crave:  
We are in God, and God in us, and God and we in one  
Will not, unless ye will, my realm relict be overthrown.  
I found it such as papistry affecteth it again,  
And held it contrary spite Rome, France, and insatiat spain,  
Rebellions, and Conspiracies, and left an heir to reign  
Me liked he should, and joys he doth, yet writ I thus complain.   

Whereas, like England, not a realm in Europe hath and had  
Such powerful Foes and schisms, in all so capitally bad,  
And God alone hath vndertaine your Cause and made ye glad,  
May seem of your own policy and strength ye ouerwinne,  
Of thankfulness so little, and so much ye show of sin.  
whereas( Truths& Times work) the Pope grew Here estranged too,  
As tirde in his attempts, and dried in all that he could do,  
near comen to this as, named, was asked of whence that Beast& who?  
How is it( though your Leagues perhaps for Statrie and for Trades  
Be not amis, new times I know new amity persuades)  
That( which I held and left restrained,& whereby England thrived)  
By tolerated travell, and free Souldrie is reviv'd  
Romes poison, and too patent means for Plots to be contriu'd?  
But if be meant that so should wasps be draind from out the hive,  
Then penance too may policy those that it so doth shrive:  
For Altars not to arm with us, against us is to strive:  
Religion and Subiection be each th'others relative.  
Now is it not as when, at once, all Kings adord the Beast,  
So much more poisonous now by how much more in power decreast,  
To be suspect in city, town, Court, country, friendship, Feast,  
Nor marvell that Rome wins so fast, and, won, retains so sure,  
Sith it to all is all in all, selfe-profit to procure.  
The Serpent that in Eden did to Mankinds loss entice,  
Is at her councils President, to give 'gainst ye advice.  
Nor Mahomet his Alchoran more plausable than Hers:  
The cause that many a Woman, Youth, and Indigent so errs:  
For easy Preies entice a thief, Opinion much prefers:  
With sensuality in part permitted, and sin bribed,  
And with this Mot, sin be assoyld, may Rome be circumscribed.  
O pestilent Religion( no Religion) that gives leave,  
Or pardon to the foulest sins, nor only doth receive  
Your fugitives, but them returns fraught with Instructions such  
As brought, though by a beardles boy, your State may wholly touch!  
Sith Plutos Gates ope nights and daies to all will go or come,  
Shut yours to shut in yours, and theirs shut out both all and some.  
Nor of your Linsie-wolsie roofs of peers can I be dumb:  
Nor of the Mechianisme of some your Great-Ones by the drum.  
Me thought like Tudor her stour Sier at it last said she fround:  
O God, quoth she, can Iustice sleep where such Mis-life is found,  
In President a prejudice, in law sauz godly ground?  
Should such whom God& Nature else haue beutifide throughtout,  
For one base sin to Vulgers be a by-word and a flout?  
No, be it yet remembered that was God his fear forgot,  
Who will forgive true Penitents, and Time out-wears a blot:  
If at this charm be stopped the ears, there is a hell I wot.  
There is an idle schism to Rome and you in Opposition,  
Which, should it speed, nor she nor ye met ever like physician:  
Life for a limb, mean Medicines without a mean applied,  
Which, though contraried in Pretexts, besibs that others Pride.  
Of it give also Caution, and bid kill it in the bud:  
It ever harmed where it grew, and never will do good,  
In britain as a Pestilence warn that it be withstood.  
Now that I mention britain, know that Name doth please me well:  
Since Brute till now a monarchy nere of this Isle befell:  
union in one same policy add, and avoid an hell:  
My Brothers Legend much against plurality doth tell.  
How many several laws at once had britain long ago?  
The Britons theirs, the romans theirs, the Picts and Scots also.  
In nearer times( besides the Scots and Welsh) seven Saxon Kings:  
upheld so many laws, an Eighth with him the Dane he brings:  
And all those Eight the Normaine found to Three digested, and  
Of all their creames compild one Law, now Common in this Land.  
Since when, attempted oft, had no invasion ouer-hand,  
Ere when this realm within itself continually did strive,  
And unto several Alliants op't a way for Conquests five.  
May realms, Religion, laws, and hearts in prosperous union thrive.  
But that I know be laws in force for Sabbaths, feasts of Saints,  
For Fasts, for Vagrants, pestering now your Streets without Restraints,  
I should haue thought those too profane and warrant laws had been,  
So common and so vncontrould is sufferance of such sin.  
tax England, fertile in good laws that meet with each amis,  
For that it so remissiue in their Execution is.  
warn, midst such plenty, Pleasures,& this blessed Peace take heed,  
Lest from security therein a sudden Scourge proceed.  
Who thought but all had been as well as could the heart desire,  
When all stood at the sudden doom of one false spark of fire,  
Which had effected, had not God stood Britaines sentinel:  
Most though but wonder, few praise him, bid thou pray al prove well.  
If souls at rest for private wrongs could grieve when such appears,  
Paintings, and Pleasances of some, in stead of Mourners tears,  
Accompanying my Funeral, had grieved mine eyes& ears.  
Did never Mother tender more her child than I the State,  
Howbeit some it recompense at too unkind a Rate:  
Detractiue books at public sail, of moment so much less  
By how much more the Authors are observed how they profess.  
In heaven was wondered that on Earth an Edict should be seen,  
That English should not scandalise their late deceased queen,  
Lycurgus, as of Patricid, that Law had left out clean,  
Of such Ingratitude so small Expectance: though not rare  
The lust of novelties, sometimes from quails to Garlick-fare.  
But ye that thought I lived too long had found I dide too soon,  
Had not God better preordaind Succession than your boon,  
Which like to that of Aesops Frogs had varied, till at last  
Some stork had played ye Rex, and then had worse pleased than past.  
By Scipio and by Caesar so dealt Rome, and Carthage so  
By Hannibal, and Greece her Friends found Greece their greatest Foe:  
The tyranny of pleball tongues most good most undergo.  
In few not knowing why maligned, nor why Malignors haue  
Of late retracted, Romes except, that hate me in my grave,  
Let it suffice I pardon all, and blessed may proceed  
The government, of Romerie and new anabaptism freed:  
And so farewell. And so I waked, that wished prolonged sleep,  
For when I found I did but dream I could not then but weep.   

far be it though should any think the Vision could be Her,  
To doubt whose soul to be with God were out of doubt to err▪  
But most-what seemed said we might for verity aver.  
The never idle mind, in like Respondencie of zeal,  
Not seldom by Phantasma thus in sleeps doth Soothes reveal.  
But idly hath and overlong been dreamed, think may some:  
Much more Elation though would this Relation well become,  
even she was dream't-off& the dream, That for her worth,& This  
In it Particulars invite discourse much less omis.  
Yet so hath been digressed and so dreamed as almost  
Our Muse, that scarce is entred Wales, itself in Wales hath lost.     

THE SIXTEENTH book OF ALBIONS ENGLAND.  

CHAP. 101.  

SOuth-Wales was yet entirely Welsh, and Rees ap-Tudor Prince,  
When Rebels wrought that England it hath owned ever since:  
And thence the English by Degrees all Cambria did inuaide:  
May never civil discord in this Isle re-reare be praide,  
Or if( the euer-losse of All) be sought no foreign aid.  
For West-Wales ( also Rees his Right) Rebellion first begun,  
inviting Englist-Normaine aids, that it and South-Wales won,  
And in a long and asperous war all Wales ere they had done.  
Impacably possessed though, till rather selfe-accord,  
Than often Armies wrought that we in milder laws it lord.  
This noble and undaunted Prince had had an ouer-hand  
Of diuers Rebels, Iestin and one Eneon, in the Land  
Of chief command, compact that when this Eneon should be sped  
Of Aids from England, he in lieu should Iestins Daughter wed:  
In birth and Education one right nobly and well bread.  
Great in King William Rufus Court Fitzhamon was, and he  
To expedite against Prince Rees an army did decree.  
Now Eneon, Iestins Agent, thus of English troops provided,  
And other Rebels adding Powers, by swords was thus decided:  
Rees( ever erst victorious) now in valiant fight was killed,  
Fitz-hamon and his Knights had all behited them fulfilled,  
To Eneon only was gainsaid the marriage promisd him:  
Who therefore to the English Ships, that sails and tacklings trim  
To haue departed, posted, and recalling them, persuaded  
Fitzhamon so 'gainst Iestin that Glamorgan he invaded:  
And, though no easy Conquest, yet he conquered it at last,  
Which thence from him and his brave Knights from heir to heir hath past.  
These were the first of Alliants that in Wales Possession won,  
And Rees thus slain the Principate of South-Wales so was done.   

Now Iestin dead, no marvell that his daughter could not brook  
This Eneon cause thereof, for she thus orphanag'd forsook  
Her conquered country, and unknown to all, unless to One  
Her slaughtered Fathers friend in his late fortune overthrown,  
Whom now she feigned her Father( nor her father loved her more)  
Escaping, wealthily a farm in England they did store:  
Whereas they lived a country life, beloved, in State not poor:  
And Margaret( so now her name) where ever heard or seen,  
For beauty and sweet hauour was pronounst the Country-Queene:  
And by how much more bashful,& of tongue-pride mildly spare,  
seemed careless cleanly in attire, her huswifrie did care,  
Nor scorning nor affecting love, so much more seemed she rare,  
And rather than in haughtiness did fault in too-submis,  
A fault the contrary whereof in bastard gentry is.  
How often would the swains prepare their morris& their May  
To haue a sight of her, when all enamoured went their way?  
The sprewsest Citie-Lads for her would fain the Countrie-aire,  
And that their prouder girls had but adultrate beauties swaire,  
Oft Courtiers feigned or, milk for thirst, or for their hawk a Pigion,  
When, might they parley with her, no more was mingd of such prouigion.   

Combinement thus of Nature and of virtue is admirde:  
Though Natures gifts are oft with Arte by most too much attirde:  
But chiefly cleared Scalpes of hair with Periwigs supplied,  
To God and Nature sin me thinks, and men at least deride  
Gray-headed Crownes and vulgar stuff that so are finifide.  
For who can less than smile that sees vnstanch and riueld faces,  
To shelter coylie underneath Fannes, Tifnies, masks, Bongraces?  
O Cousnag to an amorous Eye, nor thence but thus ensues  
That such, not such as they would seem, by such entice our views  
To censure them for also vain, whose foul were else no news.  
Nay, why should faces faire indeed bo-peepe behind a fan,  
Or be conceild in satin, now Vermiliond, now drugd won,  
Or any hold it Ornament to own an arted hair,  
Sith men esteem the fairest foul that so is foully faire?  
give me a girl that is herself, Compounds if ye compare  
With Simples, be not physics, but sophisticated ware:  
Minerua suffereth violence when Phao makes her faire:  
May such be disarithmetickt his Creatures that are.  
Dust, Wormes-meate, rottenness, that think your borrowed beauties rare,  
That so observed and sottishly from your Creation square,  
And not at all your pride-sick souls but falsed faces care,  
Yea, and essential Beauties that of virtuous mindes be bare,  
Amend your such Amisses which should hoped Eyes despair.  
And ye that haue the air parfum'd, bathe oft in Lotions sweet,  
Be born like Romes Triumphants, Earth unworthy your coy feet,  
Glitter in gold, pearls, precious stones, haue beauty in it pride,  
With all that Ornament, wealth, Arte can any way provide,  
Or soon must die, or see an age shall show in you such change,  
As, looking back to youth, yourselves shal to yourselves seem strange.  
Gray hairs above your furrowed Brows, Noses& mouths contract,  
lank in-bowd Cheeks, like Lips& Chins, teeth rotten,& teeth lacked,  
Brawn-falne, cramp, stitches, belching,& much else as much vnsweet,  
With aches, palsies, and more such your hastening Ends shall greet,  
And, dead, a million such not worth the simplest winding sheet.  
If so, as so, then soothe good soothe in this said one, say I,  
Not born at all were happier, born, were happy soon to die,  
So progress we in Vanities, pursues us misery.  
Sith in these transitory turns our Bodies thus transmute,  
To pampering, painting, prowding them mere vanity impute.  
But chiefly Nature wronged by Arte, of Prowdnes more than need,  
Cannot but to the Actors shane, mislike in others breed.  
For why? firm liking of a thing imagined, thinks me,  
Should quash in them imagine or imagined would be.  
Who knows false fire and fears? Who fat with painted meats they see?  
Who flies a paper Giant? fears an ass in lions skin?  
Who fees a noted Idiot that with Arte a Cause must win?  
A Coward armed like Hercules who is it doth not scorn?  
esteems a kite a falcon, though so belled and so born?  
Then actively and passively much more, me thinketh, might  
Those needless Curiosities with Nature that condight  
Be apprehended mere Offence of Notion and to Sight.  
For can we think prompt Is not is? If not, what seek we more  
Than as lists God naturalise, subtract, add, strike, restore?  
devotion heathenish did and doth vile Creatures adore,  
Should Christians in a Christian thē count Blemish eye sights Sore?  
No, mighty▪ Ones are to themselves for Placcards, rich, and poor,  
If virtuous, though deformed, hold full weight in wisemens Lore.  
Nor meant is here but modestly may arted be attier  
To Natures scars, and cleanlied all doth decency require.  
Nor beate we here malignantly at sacred Beauties lustre,  
But to contemplate it aright proud Featur-fers we muster.  
And be it that Prescription doth naturalise in Court  
Some Errors to an habit, held for Ornament and Port,  
( For things in some unseemly are not such to some of Sort)  
Yet might, me thinks, be wished the Court were also prowder than  
That Vulgers should in Tinctures, Tiers, mask, Fardingale, and Fan  
Coriue, a Gill be Lady-like, and jack a gentleman.  
To Blowses, aping Niceties and Ante-physicks arting,  
Of Aesops jay displumed me like guerdon of perverting.  
Now room Sirs for a Toy a Troth, else haue I heard a lye:  
But howsoever, be it  told for no divinity.    

CHAP. 102.  

WAs once a Drudge, a sturdy roil, whom Nature friended so,  
As not the proudest head than hers a fairer hair did owe:  
So well her Lady liked thereof as, soundly whilst she sleeps,  
She shears it off, for loss of which in vain poor Malken weeps.  
Where was it, or who did the deed she could not learn of long,  
Till chanst her find another hair old Lumber cast among.  
Her office was to empty all that had of empting need,  
With ingress free and regress for performance of that deed.  
I wot not how it came to pass, the Ladies Head-geere( she  
A sleep) was off, so Malken chanst her haireles front to see.  
soon fetched she, and confers the hair erst found with hers that slept,  
Her own too with a Perwig that lay there, most choisely kept,  
And in that Scrutanie resolves, nor so resolving errs,  
It found to haue been Madams, it was perwigged once Hers.  
This took she thence, That left she there. Anon came Gallants gay  
To frollike with her ladyship, and her vp-rising stay.  
Where cushend was the Perwig there was found a dusty main,  
The lady chafes, her Chamberers seek every nook in vain.  
mean while, all tattered, dirty,& whose chaers her face did smudge,  
In comes, from serving hogs or like, the rude perwigged Drudge,  
Salutes the Guests, offers to kiss, be kist, good sport they haue  
To see such foul from top to to her only head so brave.  
Well well( quoth Malken) scoff and scorn, My Lady is a-bed  
A body only, Manners would some greet ye in her stead,  
And who should rather than myself that long haue been her head?  
Mine had she not shorne off and worn( eie-liquor here she shed)  
I had( beshrew her Maddamship) ere now( ha ho) been wead.  
Thus shamed shee her might shane, for then were Perwigs newly bread,  
Though since too many, modest else, are in that Art misled:  
vain eyes not understanding Thoughts howbeit so are fed.  
But ye, and ye whom Nature hath or Fortune prowded know,  
That vade ye shall as flowers forgot when and where ye did grow.  
For none, for whatsoever, hath or can themselves survive,  
But them unto Posterities our pens preserve alive,  
And famous or infamous shall at least those great-Ones be,  
That shall or shall not in this Life that future life fore-see:  
Howbeit, perpetuity Impenitents fear ye  
Of sins reward, much more than all that All can else decree.  
deaths certainty, when, where,& how uncertain, life throughout,  
Should curb all selfe-Indulgencie and flesh so proudly stout,  
That but as in a Labyrinth elaboureth about.  
Our Losses, Crosses, Passions, and Affections passing-by,  
pass but along the Currant from our Births until we die,  
And find we shall our infancy a dream of, who knows what?  
The book and birch to Childhood check more feelinglie than that:  
Adolescencie may be said A mere or merry madness:  
And Manhood seldom sheweth more it boldness than in badness:  
Old-age( in cark, drifts, shifts that sweats) or ends when enters thriving,  
Or Age-re-childed, decrepate( lifes utmost) stints all striving:  
Then Carrions be our Carcases, and to our souls remaines  
For well or ill here done the doom of endless joys or pains.  
Then blessed infinitely thou beyond worlds pomp or pelf,  
That lovedst God above all things, thy Neighbour as thyself.   

But now to Iestins Daughter where we left proceed we here:  
To her reputed Father was a Yeoman dwelling near,  
Richer, as is the Adage, by full many a sheep and ox,  
By farnesse from a Gentleman, a Lawyer, and a fox.  
Nor squard, as chanst, the person for tithe whit-meats, lamb, wool, Shocks,  
As some not pardoning poorest souls their pence for hens& cocks,  
When that h'as all he all consumes on peacock Pride and smocks.  
This Yeoman was a Iustice to himself, his Neighbours all  
Him loved, and he loved them. If Variance happed to fall,  
They went not to such Worships as like Tyrants men miscall:  
Which for courageous Iusticeship must be to them ascribed,  
Though at an outlawry their wits, some partial, and some bribed,  
Must evermore be fawned on, haue Presents, purchase cheap,  
Carts gratis sent to their removes, and men their corn to reap,  
Presses or Impositions else on him defects they heap,  
When their Retainors royst and wrong, yet out of Iustice leap.  
But if shall one, else honest, err through choler, urged abuse,  
Or casually, their grudge or gaer admit no terms of truce:  
When desperate ruffians fraught with faults find readily a Meuse,  
Or not at all are questioned, as sin-quitted by sins-vse.  
Yea, are not of Commissoned themselves some that sometimes  
do borrow of their Iusticeship for Caesar-dues and Crimes?  
But petite Trespasses and Those were yielded faults and mended  
Were silenced, and none so great but Neighbours friendly ended  
Where dwelled this Yeoman, rich in State, yet richer in a son  
frugal and honest, richest when to Daughter-in-law he won  
This faire Glamorganean, that did terms of gentry shun.  
But long concealed affection how it fadged superseade,  
until the Yongmans letter that to her he wrote ye read.    

CHAP. 103.  

THat thou beest, peg, in better heal than I myself am now  
I wish, or that like sick for me as I for thee wert thou.  
The cause that now I writ it is to let thee wit That I,  
By Cupid long since branded thine, must thee mate-quaint, or die.  
Small rest, God wot, a nights, few meales a day take I, loue-sick,  
And little heart in Possets, sops, a supping, or a Chick:  
Then love me, peg, fornenter when is blabd abroad my plight,  
On thy too squamish Maidenhead the crime thereof do light.  
But, wot'st thy what? I with our Cart haue been whileare at Court,  
And saw the King( God save his grace)& might he hear report,  
How us his Officers do buse, almost in every sort.  
Thy father would haue feoft on thee a Courtnall, faith t'was well  
Thou scap'st him, for if he be good, then none be bad in Hell.  
Lord, how he swaggerd in his silks, and seeing me by chance,  
As Peacocks viewed spread their tails did he himself advance!  
Yet once my fathers house was all his help: but let him pass  
With that same lusty horse that scorned the Millers laden ass,  
Till turned out lame, this one had corn, that other scarcely grass:  
Such bastard Courtnals serve but Turns, besibbing coins of brass.  
Thou, for t'hart monstrous faire, thinkest me not fine enough, I, but  
Perhaps wert better fancy me than such a Lustie-gut.  
Though with gay Brokerie may seem he casteth thee to win,  
I better borrow could of Pride than he the silken Sin:    

CHAP. 104.  

THis with a piece of Rie-paist sealed, sent, and received, she  
Did meditate thereon, although obtuse in phrase ye see.  
The Surface of himself, thinks she, externiz'd is herein,  
May seem he cannot flatter, nor me flattery shall win,  
Oft praisers are to us as is to Birds the Fowlers gin.  
Alas, what keep of beauty, which indeed is but a blast?  
A Non-proficient at the least it must be at the last:  
Though thereof Poeans in mens mouths as in a Mould are cast.  
fools are we, and as foolishly do Men advance our pride,  
That unto prising praisers tongues our tickled ears hath tide,  
else our facundious fools might we more than they us deride:  
To see them gallop Thersites when listeth them to crack,  
To out sigh Schyno when they fear a foil and Troy would take:  
But shadows we for substances Narcissus like mistake.  
For edged by such Artists, and they once possessed of us,  
The fairest Faire is foul or fool, and Pigs-nie but a puss,  
And A-per-se, observed erst as Weathercocks do wind,  
Oft to a too imperious Lord is, as nere She, declined,  
Or glorious trash and Titles, whence ambitious thoughts proceed,  
Make Others envy us, or us betrayeth to vn-heed.  
O never lost humility, nor haughtiness did win,  
An honest Man and means to live is and my boon hath been.  
The Greatest in her greatness oft I see hath discontents:  
Nor doth an happy life consist in Titles, Robes or Rents.  
The Court hath been, the country is to me familiar, either  
Not quit of tediousness, yet This than That prefer I rather.  
Among our cattle, in our Fields, at Home may loss and harms  
Vn-patient us, far different though impatient Courts and farms.  
There Quarrel drifteth even to blood, to Wealths loss, or disgrace,  
Here simply, at the least to save expense, they Peace embrace:  
Or if too busy some-where Some, they are esteemed bace.  
The bodies glorious Ornaments, and gaudy Tires for head,  
( Extracts from Worme-webs, Mettles, Birds, yea thefts from her is dead)  
show more of sin, serve lesser than a fleece of wool in stead.  
Were Pride no such Practitioner and Denizen allowed,  
I should haue been an infidel that Pride could be so proud.  
But Earth, air, grave, Arte, Hell,& al 'gainst Nature now combine,  
Whereby our souls show dusky whilst our gilded Carrions shine.  
refrain but Court and city then of neither find we mis,  
A Dairie-dame, that minds not more, than Madam merrier is:  
Food, cloath, and habour competent should as think I suffice,  
Vpon the matter who hath more whom Fortune most supplies?  
And who be they that are not Earth, and must return thereto?  
Then only virtue unto us best Offices can do.  
Now to an Husband: Gilberd is no Gallant yet no guile,  
Not learned but well limmed, and courageous to the full,  
frugal yet frollike, speaks with sense, his Breeding if respected,  
In wealth sufficient, never of dishonesty detected,  
What would I more? Such should not, nor of me shal be rejected,  
Mine is a love preordinate to be to him subjecteth:  
Nor Fortune ought disparageth that love to love directeth:  
A Woman to a Man is all that love twixt all effecteth.   

At modest Opportunities she yields her Loues consent:  
And Gilberd wiued Margaret, to Eithers hearts content.    

CHAP. 105.  

FItz-hamon and his Complices thus having broken the Ice,  
From England Emulation did Newmarch for Wales entice,  
With arms( as bravely answered of Welsh) did he invade  
The Cautreds three of Brechnock, and thereof a Conquest made:  
And married Nest, Nests Daughter, that King Gruffyths Daughter was,  
And had a son, Mahel, to whom his great Possessions pass,  
A worthy Knight: But Nest, when was her Husband Newmarch dead,  
A too licentious life with one of her beloved led.  
Mahel her son, ill brooking it, fought with and wounded sore  
The same his Mothers Paramour, She much enraged therefore.  
And dares the Primecocks interrupt me in my love, quoth she?  
Or thinks he unrevenged it shall overpassed be?  
Forgets he love and Ladies to be relatives, and those  
But bastard Gentries that themselves not amorously repose?  
What Gallant almost holds it not the piety of clowns  
To haue but strict-confined love in Hymaenean bownes?  
For Husband, Wife be tired terms, Friend, Seruant courtly sounds.  
Who hath not heard amongst the Gods that Mars did Venus court?  
Then sentenced, not yet repealed, a tolerable sport:  
Penelope is Poëtrie, Lucretia feigned report.  
do set her to the distaff, Batch, the Milk-paile, and such Chares,  
Hath all Attendance, Pleasures, Ease, lies soft, and finely fares,  
If these haue no prerogative, nor be preparatives  
To more than common Courage, for no Saints such Maids or wives:  
Yet great and wisemen wink thereat, and live the quieter lives,  
For nere the sooner her soul his possesseth he that strives.  
Grant must I that our chaplains well do chastity commend,  
Yet Venall intimate they Lust sith so themselves offend.  
At least such as myself, not old, and in my Widowhood,  
May pled the same in Pardon, or my fault as thus make good:  
My Birth and State be greater than I yet a Husband find,  
mean while I am no votary, nor mortifide in mind:  
Some, and of Sort, haue been that haue( their wickedness the more)  
even whilst they lived in wedlock played hand-ouer-head the whore.  
Such never I: yet must bely myself for such, else how  
Should I reuenge me of the Boy that hath abused me now?  
add that I wantond wedded, as now widowed, singly this,  
And jointly this and that will be but nine daies Chatiwis:  
And what of little prattle more that to my purpose is?  
Audacious Boy, that durst divulge the amours of thy Mother,  
That impudency, know thou, shall from me beget another,  
And to a Sister shall transfer a Births-right from a Brother.  
Long I, and overlong, haue lived if that my Cradle now  
Shall be my Tutor, let them that haue Patience it allow:  
A Meleagers Mother I myself to Mahel vow.   

She, winged thus by Nemesis, soon speeding to the King,  
reveals her own dishonour, so his livelihood to wring  
From her own son, and weepingly this Cuckoe-Song did sing.  
The Victor of Brechina to your sceptre Newmarch dead,  
My noble Husband( ah, would I had died in his stead,  
She said, as seeming soothly said, her tears did second so)  
Did I abuse, and for the Crime this Pennance undergo,  
Besides my Conscience-scruple, that myself my self defame  
Before your Highnes, for it now too much imports the same.  
Mahel my son( ah, would he were not scandalously such,  
But for he is, it is it that so deeply doth me touch)  
I bore in bastardy, and for I therein did amis,  
I hold me justly plagued that my Plague a Bastard is.  
I haue a virtuous Daughter by my valorous Husband, She  
Inherit should his State: Vouchsafe, my league, it so may be.   

Was ministered an oath to her, that swore her sayings true:  
From Mahel to his Sister so she great Possessions drew.  
This noble lusty Gentleman land-stripped thus and then,  
Grew thenceforth shie of Women, and a Timon unto Men.  
The Mother dide in obloquy, the Daughter wedded was  
To Milo earl of Hereford, and from their loins did pas  
The bruises, Bohunes, Staffords, all great Nobles in this Land:  
Yet in this Propagation great great Crosses understand:  
Of bruises only now be spoken, sith Wales is now in hand.    

CHAP. 106.  

WIlliam de-Bruse, of Brechnock Lord, invited to a feast  
Sitsilt, of honourable Birth, and Others not the least  
Of South-Wales gentry, newly then from armor reconcilde  
To this de-Bruse, who brooded hate& hatched it whilst he smilde.  
For whether( which he after feigned) for slaughtered brother late  
Reuenge, or different Sentences in things they then debate,  
Were motives to the murders that he acted, was too true  
wronged Rites of hospitality on him Heauens vengeance drew.  
A signal given, his Seruants, armed and ambusht to that end,  
slay those his Guests: so dangerous is a Foe reuerst a friend.  
Not so content, he posteth to the murdered Sitsilts Place,  
And slay his Infant-Sonne before the suppliant Mothers face.  
Who, when she saw her lovely Babe, whom lately she did hug,  
Whilst that he smiled on her lips or sported with her dug,  
Sprawle in his guiltless gore, and he that stabbed stabbing still,  
She nakt her breast, and said: so much( though not so much so ill)  
May here be done, ah, be it done, least leisure serve I pray  
That unto thee and thine, grant God, befall as fowle a Day.  
Too too obdurate savage, if even thou thyself shouldst see  
A Babe of thine bleed as bleeds mine, how might it torture thee?  
But bard were thine their Mothers Breasts: from home they strangers so,  
The lesser thou canst apprehended a Parents ioy or wo.  
My nursery of this in me a doubled Nature bread,  
His smiles my Cordales, grief my gull, death renders me but dead.  
Had he( ah, had he) lived I had reciprocally spead.  
Wretch, stay, Good stay that stab( he meant a stab) perhaps my tears  
May balm those past, for yet me thinks a little life appears.  
O be my God for that poor Good! Sweet hart-root, Mam is here:  
Is here? now woe is me that thou of help art nere the near.  
No, he is gon, alas h'is gon, yet I live, live I? no,  
But as a Ghost, at least sweet Babe with thee would I were so,  
To be this Tyrants terror till he hence to hell shall go.   

Then casteth she her self vpon her son that breathed his last:  
Nor goler blead his wounds but that her eyes shed tears as fast.  
Her face admirde for faire, besmeard with blood-mixt tears, did add  
The view more tragic: And as she this saying often had,  
Reuenge it, Sitsilt, happy yet in absence from this sight,  
bruise said in scoff she spake too late, his life had bod good night:  
And laughing left the Lady such as Niobe for like:  
Yet spead her Prayers, him and his God diversly did strike.  
bruise dide in Exile, his proud wife in Prison, one their son  
Was st●ru'd, another brained as he his head-strong horse did run:  
And of that progeny throughout, long nobled in De●●●n●s,  
Our Histories tragediously do varie hard events.  
To our injustice Iustice thus is God: repent, amend,  
Blood-drifters and Oppressors, else Hell, worse than thus, your End.    

CHAP. 107.  

THough to the Kings of England their devotion got was much  
In Powys, West, and South-Wales, by the English and the Duch:  
Yet was our second Henry by a second Rees so plide  
( By North-Wales Princes also, thrice that battle bid and bide)  
With arms and Stratagems, as like did never him betid,  
From Stephen, or his rebel sons, French, Irish, Scots or any,  
himself escaping hardly with the loss of Souldiers many.  
* Crogen, a term used in reproach of Welsh-men, rather might  
reproach the English, that with them did there defected fight.  
Of Henries army none approached that Passage but were killed,  
Welsh-Crogen, in memorial of that Slaughter, therefore held  
A term revengeful, when came Welsh to hand: as who would say,  
* Like mercy as at Crogen ours received we repay.  
And though writ some the Welsh preuail'd more by their Scite than swords,  
Yet Enuies-selfe must grant that Wales had, and brave men affords:  
Yea, had not been suborned Wales against itself had failed  
That England, labouring it so long and dearly, had preuaild.  
Great was Prince own Gwyneth, but Prince Lewlin monarch more,  
Except King Arthur, none in Wales had greater been before.  
From Rufus till first Edwards reign North-Wales held England tack,  
But then did rather loyal hearts than wonted prowess lack.  
Lewlin next to great Lewlins son Prince david( Gladis wiude  
To Mortimer put-by) then ruled, and much by arms achiude.  
But who against that Ages Mars first Edward might hold-out?  
Yet twice this Lewlin held him wag, and thirdly had no doubt,  
Had not he been betrayed and slain at Buelht, a Warrior stout.  
Last Prince of very Britons, that from Brute until that day  
Had, in some part within this Isle, continued regal sway  
Two thousand and five hundred yeeres, two yeres if ta'en away.   

Edward, presuming Wales now won, the Welsh with common voice  
Of any Prince, unless Welsh born, protested 'gainst the choice,  
Yea, even of Edwards-selfe, except amongst them he should live,  
Too well experienced what law by proxy Princes give.  
Much therefore did in action, more in murmor hence proceed,  
Till by this policy the King did thus his purpose speed.  
* In Wales he at Carnaruon with his queen the Winter pas,  
Where Edward his first-borne, surnamed Carnaruon, Welsh-borne was:  
The King, convening then the Welsh, made promise he would name  
unto their Nation such a Prince as none for ought could blame,  
born in their country, and could not one word in English say,  
Whom gladly, on those terms, the Lords of Wales swore to obey:  
* The King thē named his Infant-Sonne, and progrest thence away.  
Hence Englands Heires-apparant haue of Wales been Princes, till  
Our queen deceased concealed her heir, I wot not for what skill.  
But now may Cambries frollike, for though virtuous many since,  
Yet parallel at least the best may their now hopeful Prince:  
And theirs is happed the honour that Brutes triple Diuident  
To Locrin, Camber, Albanack, reuerteth whence it went:  
For Home-againe to Britons is intired britain sent.   

So inaccessible is Wales, so mountainous, and craggy,  
That to refresh my Muse, as else occasioned, Here lag I,  
Only that to Elizabeth hath Office tithed brag I.  
Was never Prince afforded Muse a sweeter subject then  
Her life and reign, or Age thereto that apted choicer men.  
Yet, as if Perseus mounted on his Pegasus held out  
Some Gorgons head, ston▪ still stand all should go that task about.  
O that would He might it command it recommend unto  
Some Artist, worthy such a work of rarity to do!  
Moses the Patriarkes, Caesar did himself and others sing,  
store like heroic pens, and She were pen-worke for a King.  
Should then, lief Lord, your royall-selfe vouchsafe an Ouer-view  
Of whomsoever arting it, to give it Species true,  
Long after my decease may like( lived like) do like for you:  
But howsoever, happily live, reign, your Foes subdue.    
FINIS.