ENGLAND'S Mourning Garment: Worn here by plain Shepherds, in memory of their sacred Mistress, ELIZABETH; Queen of Virtue while she lived, and Theme of Sorrow being dead. To the which is added the true manner of her Imperial Funeral. With many new additions, being now again the second time reprinted, which was omitted in the first Impression. After which followeth the shepherds Spring-Song, for entertainment of King JAMES our most potent Sovereign. Dedicated to all that loved the deceased Queen, and honour the living KING. Imprinted at London for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at the sign of the Crane in Paul's Churchyard by Walter Burr. 1603. To all true Lovers of the right gracious Queen Elizabeth, in her life; being undoubtedly those faithful Subjects that now honour and affect our most potent Lord, King james, after her death. MY Epistle to you, is like the little Town that the Cynic would have persuaded the Citizens was ready to run out at the great gates, being scarce so long as the Title. In a word, the negligence of many better able, hath made me bold to write a small Epitome, touching the abundant virtues of Elizabeth our late sacred Mistress. Entreating of her Princely birth, chaste life, royal government, and happy death; being a Lady borne, living, reigning, dying, all for England's good. The manner is handled between Shepherds, the form of speech like the persons, rude: Affection exceedeth Eloquence, and I have not shown much Art; but expressed the duty of a loving heart: Shed some tears in reading our shepherds sorrow; and in that true passion, let your love to our royal Lord be shown: who hateth hypocrites, as just men hell. Farewell all of you, that give the dead Queen a sad Farewell, and the living King, a glad Welcome; the rest are Time-pleasers, and I write not to them. Foelicem fuisse infaustum. England's Mourning Garment. Worn by plain shepherds, for the death of that most excellent Empress Elizabeth, Queen of Virtue, while she lived; and Theme of Sorrow being dead. THENOT. COLLEN. Thenot. COllin, thou look'st as lagging as the day, When the Sun setting toward his western bed, Shows, that like him, all glory must decay, And frolic life with murkie clouds o re-spred Shall leave all earthly beauty 'mongst the dead; Such is the habit of thy new array: Why art thou not prepared to welcome May, In whose clear Moon thy younglings shall be fed, With night's sweet dews, and open flowers of day? Collen. I answer thee with woe and well away, I am in sable clad, sith she cannot be had That me and mine did glad; there's all I'll say. Thenot. Well spoken Swain, let me thy sorrow ken, Rich soul, though wronged by idle Antic men, And driven by falsehood to a cloudy den, Tell me thy grief. Collen. O it is past relief; and which is worst of worst, Bayards and beasts accursed, with grossest flattery nursed: Have sung her sacred name, and praised her to their shame, Of maiden Queens who was our last and first. Thenot. Dear Collen, do not check the humblest song, The will is ever master of the work: Those that can sing, have done all shepherds wrong, Like Lozel's in their cottages to lurk: The airs the air, though it be thick and murk. If they to whom true Pastorals belong, In needful lays, use neither pipe nor tongue, Shall none the virtuous raise? Collen. Yes▪ those that merit Bayes▪ though tears restrain their lays, Some weeping hours or days, will find a time, To honour Honour still, not with a rural quill, But with the soul of skill, to bless their rhyme. Ay me! why should I dote, on rhymes, on songs, or note, Confusion can best quote, sacred Eliza's loss, Whose praise doth grace all verse, that shall the same rehearse, No gold need deck her hearse; to her all gold is dross. With that, Collen in discontent, broke his pipe, and in that passion, as if his heart had been like his pipe, parted each piece from the other, he fell without sense on the earth, not then insensible of his sorrow; for it yielded, wept, and groaned at once, with his fall, his weep and his sighs. Poor Th. shouted for help; at whose call came some Nymphs full of sorrow for their Sovereign; and no whit amazed to see him lie as dead, their hearts were so dead, with thinking of that which had astonished his. But yet, as gathering of companies draw more & more to wonder, so proved it among the Shepherds, that left none but their curs to attend their flocks, themselves flocking about Thenot & Collen, who now recovered from his trance, and all ask the reason of his grief, with tears abounding in his eyes, that likewise drew more abundantly from theirs, he distractedly answered, Illum nec enim reprehendere fas est, Qui fleat hanc, cuius fregerunt stamina parcae, Solus honor sequitur mortales ille misellos. And therewithal making a sign for the Shepherds and Nymphs to sit down, he told them, they had lost that sacred Nymph, that careful Shepherdess ELIZA, but if it pleased them to lend attention, he would repeat something of her, worth memory, that should live in despite of death: whereupon a still silence seized them all, saving only now and then, by sighing they expressed their heart's sorrow: and Collen thus began. Seeing Honour only followeth mortals, and the works of the virtuous die not with their deaths, and yet those works nevertheless with the honours and rites due to the departed, might be much blemished, if there were no gratitude in their successors: let us poor Rurals (though no other ways able to erect Statues for our late dread Sovereign worthy all memory) among ourselves repeat part of her excellent Graces, and our benefit obtained by her Government: for, to reckon all, were Opus infinitum, alabour without end. She was the undoubted issue of two royal Princes, Henry of Lancaster, and Elizabeth of York. In whose union the quiet of us poor Swains began: for till that blessed marriage, England was a shambles of slaughtered men: so violent was the blood of ambition, so potent the factions, and so implacable their heads; whose eyes were never cleared till they were washed in blood, even in the dear blood of their Objects hearts. This King, Grandfather to our late Queen, was the first British King, that many a hundred years before wore the Imperial Diadem of England, France, & Ireland: in him began the name of Tewther, descended from the ancient British King, to flourish; the issue male of royal Plantagenet ending in his beginning: his wife Grandmother to our late Elizabeth, being the last Plantagenet, whose Temples were here circled with a sphere of gold. Which King and Queen lived and loved, and now lie intoombed in that most famous Chapel, built at his Kingly charge in the Abbey of Westminster: King Henry dying in a good age, left England, rich, beautiful, and full of peace; and so blest with his issue, after royally matched to Scotland & France, besides his undoubted heir King Henry of famous memory the eight; that no Kingdom in the earth more flourished. His son, the Father of our Elizabeth, was to his Enemies dreadful, to his friends gracious, under whose Ensign the Emperor himself served: so potent a Prince he was: beside, so liberal and bounteous, that he seemed like the Sun in his Meridian, to shower down gold round about the Horizon: But he died too, and left us three Princely hopes; all which have severally succeeded other, royally maintaining the right of England, and resisted with power all foreign wrong. For King Edward our late Sovereign's Brother, though he died young in years, left instance he was no Infant in virtues; his learning, towardness, and zeal, was thought fitter for the society of Angels than men, with whom no doubt his spirit lives eternally. Such assurance have we of the happiness of that royal, gracious and worthy Lady Mary his eldest sister: who in her death expressed the care of her Kingdoms, so much lamenting one Towns loss, that she told her attendant Ladies, if they would rip her heart when she was dead, they should find Calais written in it. O Thenot, with all you other Nymphs and Swains (setting by her affection to Papal religion, wherein she was borne and lived) learn by this worthy Queen, the care of Sovereigns, how heartsick they are for their subjects loss; and think what felicity we poor worms live in, that have such royal Patrons, who cark for our peace, that we may quietly eat the bread of our own labour, and tend our flocks in safety, ask of us nothing but fear and duty, which humanity allows, and heaven commands. With this Thenot interrupted Collen, telling him, there were a number of true shepherds misliked that Prince's life, and joyed greatly at her death: withal, beginning to show some reasons, but Collen quickly interrupted him in these words. Peace Thenot, peace, Princes are sacred things, It fits not Swains to think amiss of Kings. For, saith he, the faults of Rulers (if any be faulty) are to be reprehended by them that can amend them, and seeing none is superior to a King but God, to him alone refer their actions. And where thou termest them true shepherds that so envied that Lady's government, thou art deceived: for the true shepherds indeed, that suffered in her time by the malice of Romish Prelates, prayed heartily for her even in the fire, and taught the people to obey her government: but such as railed at her, are still as they then were, proud phanatike spirited counterfeits, expert in nothing but ignorance, such as hate all rule, for who resisteth correction more than fools, though they deserve it most? Believe me Thenot, and all you well affected Swains, there is no greater mark for a true shepherd to be known by, than Humility, which, God he knows, these mad men most want: too much experience have we of their threadbare pride, who bite the dead, as living Curs may Lions: not contented with their scandals of that Royal Lady, our late Sovereign's Sister, but they have troubled the clear springs of our Mistress Elizabeth's blessed government: nay, myself have seen and heard with glowing ears some of them, even in the fields of Calydon, when his Excellence, that is now our Imperial shepherd, was only Lord of their folds, speak of his Majesty more audaciously & malapertly, than any of us would do of the meanest officer. For as I said even now, if Rulers chance to slip: it is most unsufferable, that every impudent railer should with the breath of his mouth stir the chaffy multitude, whose ears itch for novelties, whose minds are as their numbers, divers: not able to judge themselves, much less their Sovereigns. But they ought, if they be true Pastors, to follow the great Pan the Father of all good shepherds Christ, who teacheth every of his Swains to tell his brother privately of his fault, and again, and again: by that glorious number, three, including numbers numberless, before it be told the Church. If then they must, being true shepherds, deal so with their brethren, how much more ought their followers do to their Sovereigns, being Kings and Queens? And not in the place where sacred and moral manners should be taught, contrarily to teach the rude, to be more unmannerly, instructing every Puny to compare with the most reverend Prelate, and that by that example to have every Cobbler account himself a King. Oh said Thenot, Collen, there are some would ill think of you, should they hear you thus talk, for they reprove all out of zeal, and must spare none. Peace to thy thoughts Thenot, answered Collen, I know thou knowest there is a zeal, that is not with knowledge acquainted, but let them and their mad zeal pass, let us forget their railings against Princes: And begin with her beginning, after her Royal Sisters ending, who departing from this earthly Kingdom the seventeenth of November, in the year of our Lord 1558. immediately thereupon, Elizabeth the handmaid to the Lord of Heaven, and Empress of all Maids, Mothers, Youth, and men, then living in this English Earth, was proclaimed Queen with general applause; being much pitied, for that busy slander and respectless envy had not long before brought her into the disfavour of her Royal Sister Mary, whom we last remembered: In the continuance of whose displeasure, still still made greater by some great Enemies: how she scap't, needs no repeating, being so well known. Preserved she was from the violence of death, her blood was precious in the sight of GOD, as is the blood of all his Saints: it was too dear to be poured out like water on the greedy earth; she lived, and we have lived under her forty and odd years so wonderfully blest, that all Nations have wondered at their own afflictions and our prosperity: and she died as she lived with us, still careful of our peace; finishing even then the greatest wonder of all (our deserts considered) by appointing the Kingdom to so just and lawful a Ruler to succeed her: whom all true English knew for their undoubted Lord, immediately after her death. But lest we end ere we begin, I will return to her: who being seated in the Throne of Majesty, adorned with all the virtues divine and moral, appeared to us like a goodly Palace where the Graces kept their several Mansions. First, faith abundantly shone in her then young, & lost not her brightness in her age, for she believed in her Redeemer, her trust was in the King of Kings, who preserved her as the Apple of his eye, from all treacherous attempts, as many being made against her life, as against any Princess that ever lived: yet she was still confident in her Saviour, whose name she glorified in all her actions, confessing her victories; preservings, dignities, to be all his, as appeared by many luculent examples, this one serving for the rest, that after the dissipation of the Spanish Armatho accounted invincible, she came in person to Paul's cross, and there, among the meanest of her people, confessed, Non nobis Domine, non nobis; sed nomini tuo Gloria. And as she was ever constant in cherishing that faith wherein she was from her infancy nourished, so was she faithful of her word, with her people, and with foreign Nations. And albeit I know some (too humorously affected to the Roman government) make a question in this place, whether her highness first broke not the truce with the King of Spain: to that I could answer, were it pertinent to me in this place; or for a poor shepherd to talk of state, with unreprovable truths, that her highness suffered many wrongs before she left off the league. O saith Thenst, in some of those wrongs resolve us, and think it no unfitting thing, for thee hast heard the songs of that warlike Poet Philisides, good Meliboee, and smooth tongued Melicert; tell us what thou hast observed in their saws, seen in thy own experience, and heard of undoubted truths touching those accidents: for that they add, I doubt not, to the glory of our Eliza. To this entreaty Collen condescended, and thus spoke. It is not unknown the Spaniard a mighty Nation, abounding with treasure, being wars sinews, torn from the bowels of Mines, fetched from the sands of Indian Rivers, by the miserable captived Natives, have purposed to be Lords of Europe. France they have attempted and failed in, Navarre they have greatly distressed, Lombary the garden of the world, they are possessed of: Naples and Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, are forced to obey their laws, and that they reckoned England should be theirs, with such small case, even in a manner with threatening: their songs taught little Infants from Andolozia to Galizia are witness. The dice were cast: her majesties subjects craftily put into the Inquisition upon every small colour: if they scaped, which seldom sorted out so well, alive, they could of their goods have no restitution. Their King gave pensions to our Queen's Rebellious fugitive subjects, & not only to such, that in regard of their Religion fled the land, but unto such as had attempted to resist her in active rebellion: and yet not staying there, out of his treasury proposed rewards for sundry to attempt the murder of her sacred person: of which perfidious gilt she never was tainted: let any Spaniard, or Spanish affected English, prove where she ever hired, abetted, or procured any such against their King's Majesty, and I will yield to be esteemed as false as falsehood itself: nay, they cannot deny, but that even with the Rebels of her Realm of Ireland, stirred up to barbarous and inhuman outrages by the Spanish policy, she hath no way dealt but by by fair and laudable war. But before I enter into her majesties lenity in that Irish war, against sundry known Rebels, and punishing some of her subjects, that upon zealc to her, or perchance, to get themselves a glory, adventured their own lives by treachery to cut off the lives of some great Leaders of the Rebels, I will a little digress, lest I should be thought, after her death, to maintain the fire of hate, which I ever in heart desired might honourably be quenched, between these potent kingdoms of England and Spain. I wish all that read this, to bury old wrongs, & to pray that it would please God of his inestimable mercy, to root out all malice from Christian Nations: and as our Royal Sovereign now reigning, hath conserved league and peace with all Princes, so, for the weal of Christendom, it may more and more increase, that the open enemies of Christ may the better be repelled from those wealthy Kingdoms in the East, where they have many hundred years most barbarously tyrannised: for no man doubts, but the blood shed within these thirty years, as well of English, as Scottish, Spanish, Dutch, and Portugal, in the quarrel of Religion, might, if GOD had so been pleased, been able, to have driven the heathen Monarch from his nearest hold in Hungaria, to the fall of Danubia in the Euxine Sea, especially with the assistance of the French that have cruelly fallen, either upon others swords. But I trust God hath suffered this offence, to add more glory to our mighty King, that he should be the most famous of all his predecessors: as indeed he is the most mighty, and hath been raised to this Realm as a Saviour, to deliver England, & make it more abundant in blessings, when many looked it should have had all her glory swallowed up of spoil. The highness of his Imperial place, greatness of his blood, mightiness of his alliance, but most, his constancy in the true profession of Religion, even amid my sorrows, Thenot, fill me with joys: when I consider how a number that gaped for our destruction, have their mouths shut close, yet empty where they thought to eat the sweets of our painful sweat: but God be praised, as I said before, her Highness that ruled us many years in peace, left us, in her death, more secure, by committing us to our lawful Prince, matched to a royal fruitful Lady, that hath borne him such hopeful issue, that the days we lately feared, I trust are as far off, as this instant is, from the end of all earthly times: who shall not only with their royal Father, maintain these his Kingdoms in happy peace, but subject more under him, and spread the banners of Christ in the face of misbelievers. In this hope I here break off, and return to our late Sovereign's care of keeping Faith, even toward her Rebel subjects, which I will manifest in some two or three examples of the Irish. When the Oneale, in the time of that memorable Gentleman Sir Henry Sidney his Deputie-ship of Ireland, was mightily strengthened in his Country, and so potent, that the Deputy had many dangerous skirmishes against him; A servant of her Majesties, one Smith, thinking to do a worthy piece of service, by poisoning the Oneale, prepared a little bottle, parted in the midst; one side containing good wine, the other with tempered poison of the same colour, and that he carries to the Oneale, under colour of gratification for that his army lay far from the Sea, or Merchantable Towns, and he thought Wine was unto him very dainty: which the Oneale accepted kindly, for that the said Smith was borne in the oneale's Country: and such the Irish do especially, and before others, trust, to bring messages even from their greatest enemies, under whom they serve. But the deceit being quickly spied, Smith was by the Oneale sent bound to the Deputy, to whose plot he would fain have imputed the same practice: but contrarily, the Deputy publicly punished the said Smith, and her Majesty refused him for her servant; saying, she would keep none near her that would deal treacherously, no though it were against traitors. The like example was shown on an other, that would have attempted the poisoning of Rory Og, a bloody and dangerous Rebel. To which may be added, that her Highness among other trespasses, objected by her Attorney against a convicted Deputy: was, that he went about by poison to have took away the life of Feff Mac Hue, a Rebel more immane and barbarous than any of the other two: the Lord chief justice of the Common Pleas (yet living) opening at the same time, how just a spirit her Majesty was possessed with, that she hated treason, even to traitors: much more than to anointed Kings, whose honours and reputations, she so maintained, that she not long since punished by fine and imprisonment, a wealthy railer, for unreverent words spoken against the person of King Philip, her open and professed enemy: So faithful, so just, so gracious was she. And to make it more plain, that Spain intended England the first wrong, long time before it was muttered; but after that memorable battle of Lepanto, wherein Don john of Austria obtained the triumphant Christian victory against the Turks; to reward him, England was the Kingdom set down, being then in her majesties possession: but he had it, when they could give him it that promised the same, which was at latter Lammas. And I trust his Niece shall have as good success, with her pretended title. For if God strengthened her Majesty so, that against her, being a woman, they could not prevail, we trust his Almightiness will be as careful of our King, being already Lord of three such people as have seldom been equalled in battle, except they have unnaturally contended among themselves: the sight of which day, dear shepherds, let us pray never again to see. Besides, to express her farther intent: to preserve faith and league, notwithstanding infinite of open wrongs: and certain knowledge that a Navy for invasion of this Realm had been preparing more than fifteen year; yet did she bear, until against all law of Nations, the Ambassador liedger of Spain, honoured with many favours, did notwithstanding plot and confeder with native traitors of this land; and the matter being apparently proved; he was by her mild sufferance admitted to depart the Realm, without any violence: to his perpetual reproach, and her never-dying glory. Well, I will here conclude touching this virtue of faith both toward God and man: she was as firm in the one as mortality could be; and in the other approved glorious among all the Princes of her time. For Hope, the second divine virtue, she rather therein abounded, than was any way wanting; for her Hope was no way wandering: she believed, and it came to pass; her enemies arise, but before their arising, she was certain to see them fall; she having by example of things past, nothing doubted of things to come. And she was not deceived till the hour of her death. For ever her expectation was fulfilled; she kept peace within, chased the spoiler without; and even as it is sung of Epaminondas that valiant Theban Captain, in his last victorious battle, wherein yet death of him got victory, he thus gloried: Herein am I comforted, that I die a conqueror. For even when death laid his last siege to her yet unvanquished life, Tyrone, the long disturber of her State, besought by agents mercy at her feet. O Nymphs and Shepherds, doubt not she was full of divine Hope, whose heart obtained ever the thing it faithfully desired; and that her desires were all of faith, I could add infinite examples to these already alleged: but that it is needless to cast water in the Sea, or to make question of that all men know, and will confess, except some whose hearts are strangers from Truth, and the professed Receptacles of falsehood. Her Charity the third and principal divine Grace to the eye of mortals: (for that Faith and Hope bend principally their service to Heaven, and Charity's effects are manifested on earth) hath been extended over all her Realms, and stretched to the comfort of her oppressed neighbours. The multitudes of poor daily relieved from her purse, the numbers of sick persons yearly visited, and by her own hand their corrupt sores touched, the washing of poor women's feet, and relieving their wants, was a sign that she was humble, as well as charitable: for Humility is Charity's sister; they are two twins born at one time, and as they are borne together in any soul whatever, so do they live and die together: the humble spirit being ever charitable, and the charitable ever humble: for it is as impossible to have a proud man charitable, as to reconcile fire and water; or to make accord between any contraries. As she was in these particulars, exceeding all Ladies of her time, given to this helpful virtue, so had she general impositions through all her kingdom, for her well able subjects to follow her example: and so much did her example prevail, that besides the ordinary and weekly alms distributed through the Realm, there have been more particular alms-houses builded for the relief of the aged, then in any six Princes Reigns before. And as all parts of England have in this imitation been very forward, so hath the City of London exceeded all; wherein divers private men have builded sundry houses for the poor, and allowed them pensions: but the Corporations have been most bountiful, as most able: and among all, the right Worshipful the Merchant-Tailors have exceeded the rest: all have done well that have done any thing, but they best of any other, as I will one day in a song of liberal Shepherds thankfully express: though for myself I know him not in the least gift to whom I am in that sort bound, but I ken not Thenot, how I may, for there is none living but may lack. As the City, so many knights, Gentlemen, honourable and devout persons have followed her example: above the rest, an honourable, careful, reverend and learned watchman, as full of mildness & piety, as he is of years and griefs for his good and royal Mistress loss; at Croyden hath builded a worthy Receptacle to the like charitable end. As for the poor and decrepit with age, her Royal Majesty had this charitable care▪ so for soldiers, and suitors, she was very provident. The last being oppressed in any part of her Realms by men of much wealth and little conscience, she allowed them counsel and proceedings in Forma pauperis, and maintenance weekly in the Terms, for some part of their succour: if any were delayed and abused, it was utterly against her will. For soldiers, and men of service, her decrees of provision are extant: beside, it is most clear, no Prince in the world, to land, or Seamen, was more bountiful, or at least willing, than her Highness: out of her Coffers it went; but there is an old Proverb Thenot, carriage is dear: and I have heard, but I will stand to nothing; base Ministers, and under-officers, curtal the liberalities of great and potent Masters. Some have in her time been taken with the manner, and, besides bodily punishment and fines, displaced: as I will remember, and cannot omit amid my grief to tell, though somewhat from this subject it descent, being of a fellow too mean, how her Highness in one of her Progresses, walking in the Garden of a house where she was received, being somewhat near the highway, heard on a sudden▪ a market woman cry: and from an Arbour beheld one of her own servants, a Taker up of provision, use the woman uncivilly: whereupon the cause being examined, and the poor woman found by the same fellow to be wronged, as well afore as then, her Highness caused him presently to be discharged of her service and punished: yet the fault being but slight, the Taker was countenanced to make suit to be restored: and some half year after, fell down before her Majesty desiring mercy, and restoring: her Highness pitying his distress, commanded him to be provided for in some place, where he could not wrong her poor subjects, but in any case not to make him a Taker. Many such false ones she hath punished with death, and those that have by power, friends, or favour scaped, let then Zacheus restore, lest their ends be worse than their beginnings. I could in this as all the rest, reckon multitudes of examples, but I will end with her Excellence in this Act of Charity extended to her neighbours: whom she hath by her bounty delivered from the tyranny of oppression, and aided the right of others against rebellious subjects: others assisted to recover their Kingdoms, not sparing millions to sustain the quarrel of the righteous. The reward of which mercy and charity she now finds, being done for his cause: that leaveth no deed of mercy unrecompensed. As she was richly stored with divine graces, so in moral virtues, no Princess everliving in the earth can be remembered to exceed her. Her wisdom was without question in her life by any unequalled, she was sententious, yet gracious in speech; So expert in Languages, that she answered most Ambassadors in their Native tongues: her capacity was therewith so apprehensive, and invention so quick, that if any of them had gone beyond their bounds, with gracious majesty she would have limited them within the verge of their duties, as she did royally, wisely, and learnedly, the last strutting Poland Messenger, that thought with stalking looks, and swelling words to daunt her undaunted Excellence. But as he came proud, he returned not without repentance; having no other wrong here but the shame of his own sauciness. Many such examples I could set down, but I will satisfy you with one more. When the Spaniards having their Armatho ready, temporisde with her highness Commissioners in the low Countries, thinking to find her unprovided: at last, when they accounted all sure, they sent her their King's choice either of peace, or war, wittily included in four Latin verses: portending, that if she would cease to defend the Low Countries, restore the goods taken by reprisal from the Spaniards; build up the Religious houses diverted in her Father's time, and let the Roman Religion be received through her land; why then she might have peace: if not, it was too late to expect any. Which proud commanding Embassy, with royal magnanimity, gracious wisdom, and fluent wit, she answered instantly in one known proverbial line, which she suddenly made into a Verse. Ad Graecas haec fiant mandata Kalendas. O Thenot, did not assurance of our kingly Poets love to the Muses, somewhat comfort me, I should utterly despair ever to hear Pastoral song again, filled with any conceit; seeing her Excellence, whose brain was the Hellican of all our best and acquaint inventions, is dried up by the inevitable heat of death. Her own justice was such, as never any could truly complain of her; neither did she pardon faults unpardonable, as murder, rape, Sodomy, that sin almost not to be named: neither was there in her (with her knowledge) extremity of justice shown to other malefactors: if any such did fall, it was either by falsehood or malice of the evidence, practise of corrupt men or some other secret wherewith poor Shepherds are unacquainted: only this we are taught: that God sometime punisheth the sins of parents on their children to many generations. But for herself, she was always so inclined to equity, that if she left justice in any part, it was in showing pity: as in one general punishment for murder it appeared: whereas before time there was extraordinary torture, as hanging wilful muderers alive in chains; she having compassion like a true Shepheardnesse of their souls, though they were of her erring and utterly infected flock; said their death satisfied for death: and life for life, was all could be demanded: affirming more, that much torture distracted a dying man: in particular, she saved many. Among some unworthy of her mercy, that proud fellow, who unjustly named himself Doctor Parry, and an other as I remember called Patrick an Irish man: the first having offended in burglary, against a lawyer able & willing to take away his life, thereto urged by many misdemeanours: and for that Parry doubted his attempt to kill & act of felony was without compass of pardon, considering the place where it was done, and against whom; thought a lease of his life safest, which of her benign mercy he obtained for 21. years; but ere 3. of them were passed, he did unnaturally attempt her death that had given him life; for which traitorous ingratitude he worthily was cut off: the Irish man likewise being pardoned for a man slaughter, proved unthankful, and ended as he lived shamefully. Besides, she was so inclinable to mercy, that her just and severe judges told her, how some desperate malefactors building on friends, and hopes of pardon, cared not for offending, but even scoffed at authority; whereof when she heard, she took special care, considering it was as great injustice to pity some, as spare others, taking order to sign no pardon, except the judges hand were at it first, which truly knew the cause why the party was condemned: by which means murderers, and presumptuous offenders were cut off from all hope. One notable example of her justice among many I will here remember: Certain condemned for piracy, having made some end with them they wronged, lay for their lives at her mercy, and the judge of her Admiralty having signified favourably of the quality of their offence, she was moved to pity them, and had commanded their pardon to be drawn. In the mean time two of them, trained up in the fashion of our common Cutters, that I may tell thee (Thenot) swarm rather like devils than men about the country, that swear as if they had licence to blaspheme, & stab men as if they had authority; nay, sometime themselves for very trifles▪ two such I say, were in the company of these condemned Pirates, hourly hoping for their lives: and braving either other of their manhood, saying, one durst more than the other: the eldest being Master of their late ship, wherein they had sailed to that place of sorrow, slices his own flesh with a knife, ask the other if he durst do as much: the Younker was very ready, and two or three times followed the old fool, in that desperate wounding of himself. This brutish act being committed in the prison belonging to her majesties own house, came quickly to her royal ear, and some few days after, their pardon to be signed; who graciously gave life to all the rest; but commanded them by express name to execution, saying, they were unworthy mercy, that of themselves had none: adding, it was very likely, that such as in a prison, and in their state, would be so cruel to shed their own blood, would have small compassion of others whom they overcame at sea; and so leaving them to the law, they were worthily executed. Of her mercy nothing can be said more, but that it equalled, or rather as I said before, exceeded her justice. Among infinite numbers whom she pardoned, that one especially being a clear witness, who shot the Gun off against Greenwich, even into her majesties Barge, hurt the next man to her, at broad daylight; almost impossible to be excused by negligence or ignorance; for that any man having his piece charged, would rather upon retiring home, have discharged it among the Reeds, than toward the breadth of the River, whose silver breast continually bore up a number of vessels, wherein men passed on sundry affairs. How ever wilful or unwilfull the act was, done it was, and by a jury he was found guilty, and adjudged to die: toward execution he was led, with such clamour and injuries of the multitude, as seldom any the like hath been seen or heard; so heinous and odious his offence appeared unto them, that being upon the ladder ready to be cast off, the common people had no pity of him: when even just in that moment of despair and death, her Majesty sent a gracious pardon, which delivered him to all men's wonder. I want but the Arcadian Shepherds enchanting phrase of speaking, that was many times witness to her just mercies, and merciful justice: yet rude as I am, I have presumed to handle this excellent Theme, in regard the Funeral hastens on, of that sometime most Serene Lady, and yet I see none, or at least past one or two that have sung any thing since her departure worth the hearing; and of them, they that are bestable, scarce remember her Majesty. I cannot now forget the excellent and cunning Collen indeed, (for alas, I confess myself too too rude,) complaining that a liberal Maecenas long since dying, was immediately forgotten, even by those that living most laboured to advance his fame: and these as I think close part of his songs: Being dead no Poet seeks him to revive, Though many Poets flattered him alive. Somewhat like him, or at least to that purpose of a person more excellent, though in ruder verse I speak. Death now hath ceased her in his icy arms, That sometime was the Sun of our delight: And pitiless of any after-harmes, Hath veyld her glory in the cloud of night. Nor doth one Poet seek her name to raise, That living hourly strived to sing her praise. He that so well could sing the fatal strife Between the royal Roses White and Red, That praised so oft Eliza in her life, His Muse seems now to die, as she is dead: Thou sweetest song-man of all English swains, Awake for shame, honour ensues thy pains. But thou alone deservest not to be blamed, He that sung forty years her life and birth, And is by English Albion so much famed For sweet mixed lays of majesty with mirth Doth of her loss take now but little keep; Or else I guess, he cannot sing, but weep. Neither doth Corin full of worth and wit, That finished dead Musaeus gracious song, With grace as great, and words, and verse as fit; Chide meager death for doing virtue wrong: He doth not seek with songs to deck her hearse, Nor make her name live in his lively verse. Nor does our English Horace, whose steel pen Can draw Characters which will never die, Till her bright glories unto listening men, Of her he seems to have no memory. His Muse an other path desires to tread, True satires scourge the living, leave the dead. Nor doth the silver tongued Melicert, Drop from his honeyed Muse one sable tear To mourn her death that graced his desert, And to his lays opened her Royal ear. Shepheard remember our Elizabeth, And sing her Rape, done by that Tarquin, Death. No less do thou (sweet singer Coridon) The Theme exceedeth Edwards Isabel. Forget her not in Poly-Albion; Make some amends, I know thou lov'dst her well. Think 'twas a fault to have thy Verses seen Praising the King, ere they had mourned the Queen. And thou delicious sportive Musidore, Although thou have resigned thy wreath of Bay, With Cypress bind thy temples, and deplore Eliza's winter in a mournful Lay: I know thou canst: and none can better sing Hearse songs for her, and Paeans to our King. Quick Antihorace though I place thee here, Together with young Moelibee thy friend: And Hero's last Musaeus, all three decree, All such whose virtues highly I commend: Prove not ingrate to her that many a time Hath stooped her Majesty, to grace your rhyme. And thou that scarce hast fligd thy infant Muse, (I use thine own word) and commend thee best, In thy proclaiming james: the rest misuse The name of Poetry, with lines unblessed; Holding the Muses to be masculine: I quote no such absurdity in thine. Thee do I thank for will; thy work let pass: But wish some of the former had first writ, That from their Poems like reflecting glass (Steeled with the purity of Art and wit) Eliza might have lived in every eye, Always beheld till Time and Poems die. But cease you Goblins, and you under Elves; That with rude rhymes and metres reasonless; Fit to be sung for such as your base selves, Presume to name the Muse's Patroness: Keep your low Spheres, she hath an Angel spirit: The learnedst Swain can hardly sing her merit. Only her brother King, the Muse's trust (Blóod of her Grandsire's blood, placed in her Throne) Can raise her glory from the bed of dust: To praise her worth belongs to Kings alone. In him shall we behold her Majesty, In him her virtue lives and cannot die. At this Thenot and the rest desired him to proceed in his discourse of her virtues; remembering where he left, at justice, and though the matter pleased them so well that they could endure the hearing many days, yet seeing the Sun began to die the West Sea with vermilion tincture, the palace of the morning being hidden in sable clouds, and that the care of their flocks must be respected, requested him to be as brief, as the time limited him. To which Collen answered; Thenot, I perceive thou art as all or the most part of the world is, careful only of thine own: and how ever friends fall, yet profit must be respected. Well, thou dost well; and in this I dubbly praise thee: to cark for sheep and lambs that cannot tend themselves, & not to mourn as without hope our great Shepherdess; who after long life and glory on earth, hath obtained a longer and more glorious life in heaven. But to proceed. As she was constant in faith, steadfast in hope, cheerful in giving, prudent in speaking, just in punishing, but most merciful in pardoning: so for the third moral Virtue Temperance, there was in no age before, a woman so exalted to earthly honour ever read off; that so long, so grationsly, in outward & domestic affairs governed her kingdom, family, & person, with like moderation. First, for her kingdom, what can be devised more near the mean, than she hath in all things followed? For in religion as in other things, there hath been an extreme erring from the truth, which like all virtues, (being indeed the head of all) keepeth place in the midst; so hath she established the true Catholic and Apostolical Religion in this Land, neither mingled with multitudes of idle superstitions; nor yet wanting true honour and reverence for the ministery, in laudable and long received ceremonies. But here I shall be carped at, in that I call the Religion professed in her time, true Catholic and Apostolical: considering the Sea of Rome and such English only as be her sworn Sons, think that seat all one to hold the Apostolical faith: excluding her Majesty, and all other Christian Princes with their subjects, that have not fallen before that Chair, as people worthy to be cut off from Christ's congregation: giving them names of Protestants, Lutherans, and I know not what. And on another side, a selected company, that would needs be counted Saints and holy ones, when there is nothing but corruption in their hearts, they forsooth condemned her sacred government for Antichristian: when to the amazement of superstitious Romans, & selfe-praysing Sectuaries, God approved her faith by his love towards her. And lest I should be taskd of ignorance, and termed a Nullifidian in defending neither of these sides: and only of the faith that the Collier professed, which was ever one with the most. I say, I was borne and brought up in the Religion professed by that most Christian Princess Elizabeth, who believed not that the spirit of God was bound or tied to any one place, no more to Rome than Antioch, that the Candlestick of any Church might be removed, for neglecting their first love, and teaching traditions of men, in stead of sacred verity: and no man can truly deny but the church of Rome hath so taught and standeth not in her first estate, but if it were in the Primitive Church perfectly and fully established: then hath it received many traditions since, which our Elizabeth nor any of her faithful subjects would obey, being no way by God's word thereunto warranted: beside, there is apparent proofs that the church of Rome hath many hundred years persecuted with great cruelty: which is no badge of the true Apostolical Church. For the other sort: it is well known, they are for the most part, ignorant and mechanic people, led by some few hot spirited fellows, that would fain have all alike. These tying themselves to a more straight course outwardly than other men, though they be utterly object to the Romanists; yet have they more he Saints and she Saints among them than are in the Romish Calendar: where none or at least very few are called Saints, but holy Virgins, Martyrs, and Confessors; but all the brethren and sisters of the other side, are at the first receiving into their communion, Sainted, if it be but Kit Cobbler, and Kate his wife; and both he and she presume they have as sufficient spirits to teach and expound the Scriptures, as either Peter, or john, or Paul, for so bluntly they term the blessed Apostles: but their vanity and pride our Elizabeth hated, and therefore bridled their ways, and was not moved with their hypocritical fasts; because they fasted to strife and debate, as it is written by the Prophet Esay 58. and to smite with the fist of wickedness. Her Highness therefore taught all her people the undoubted truth: faith in Christ alone, the way, the door, and the life: not turning either to the right hand, or to the left: and in this being the best mean, her Temperance chiefly appeared: this rule she taught her kingdom, her family, herself: at least caused them to be taught by excellent Pastors, to whom humbly she gave public ear. And in this, so for apparel, manners and diet, she made Laws, and gave example in her own person: to curb the vanity of pride in garments: by express Statutes, appointing all men and women to be appareled in their degree and calling. To express the excess of drinking, and hated sin of drunkenness, she hath commanded no drink in her Land to be brewed above an easy price: & to avoid gormandize, she hath yearly commanded the Lent and Fasting-days to be kept, as in times before, not for superstition sake, but common policy, to have God's creatures received indifferently; and also to increase Mariners for the strength of the I'll, whose numbers while fish is contemned, by neglect of fishing mightily decay: fishers being indeed▪ pretty trained Mariners; by reason that they have experience in most of the Havens, Creeks, shoals, Flats, & other profits and dangers near the place they used. But what should I say; if they that will only make the scripture their cloak, and yet respect not this part; Obey the Magistrate for conscience: their sin fall upon themselves. I trust the Prince is excusable, that would his subjects would do well; and so I am certain was her Excellence. True said Thenot, but for all her Laws, these courses were little set by, I have seen upstarts jest it gayer than Lords, numbers drink till they have seemed dead, and multitudes eat flesh even upon good Friday. What remedy said Collen: they that will break the King's Law, make little account of Gods: such subjects are like false Ezecutors, that perform not the Legacies of the dead, her highness was not the worse for that good Laws were violated, they that dealt so with her, dealt worse with God: offending him double by breaking his Laws and hers. But in her own household and person she observed all these rules: and though many abroad by corruption were winked at; yet sometime there were some taken and paid home. But her excelling Self, though her Table were the aboundantliest furnished of any Princes in the world, with all variety: yet fed she oftenest of one dish, and that not of the daintiest. For quaffing as it was unfitting her Sex, so she extremely abhorred it: hating superfluity as hell: and so far was she from all niceness, that I have heard it credibly reported, and know it by many instances to be true, that she never could abide to gaze in a mirror or looking-glass: no not to behold one, while her head was tired and adorned, but simply trusted to her attendant Ladies for the comeliness of her attire: and that this is true, Thenot I am the rather persuaded, for that when I was young, almost thirty years ago, courting it now and then: I have seen the Ladies make great shift to hide away their looking-glasses if her Majesty had passed by their lodgings. O humble Lady, how meek a spirit hadst thou? How far from affecting beauty, or vain pride: when thou desiredst not to see that face, which all thy subjects longed daily to behold, and sundry Princes came from far to wonder at. As in these things she kept truly the Mean, so likewise in her gifts: as I first nored touching her Charity, which was still so tempered (notwithstanding her great charge in aiding her distressed neighbours:) that she was ever truly liberal, and no way prodigal: as I trust his Royal Majesty shall, by the treasure, find. As she was adorned with all these virtues, so was she endued with Fortitude and Princely courage, so plentifully, that her displeasure shook even her stoutest adversaries: and those unnatural traitors, that came armed sundry times with bloody resolution to lay violent hands on her sacred Majesty, her very looks would daunt, and their instruments prepared for her death, dropped from their trembling hands with terror of their consciences, and amazement to behold her countenance; Nay, when she knew they came of purpose to kill her, she hath singled diverse of them alone, and let some pass from her with mild caveats a far off: whose lenity, rather increasing then diminishing their malice, they have followed destruction which too timely overtook them. I could in this place name many particular men, as Parry and others: but I will content ye with one private example overpassing the general; when Appletree whom I remembered before, had hurt her waterman, being next to her in the Barge; the French Ambassador being amazed, and all crying Treason, Treason: yet shee with an undaunted spirit, came to the open place of the Barge, and bade them never fear, for if the shot were made at her, they durst not shoot again: such majesty had her presence, and such boldness her heart, that she despised all fear; and was as all Princes are, or should be; so full of divine fullness, that guilty mortality durst not behold her but with dazzled eyes. But I wonder saith Thenot, she in so many years built no goodly Edifice wherein her memory might live. So did she answered Collen, the goodliest buildings in the earth, such as like fleeting Isles commanded the seas, whose outward wals are dreadful Engines of brass, sending fearful thunder among enemies. And the inhabitants of those wooden Isles, are worthy Seamen, such as dread to danger, but for her would have run even into destruction's mouth. I tell thee Thenot, I have seen in a fight some like nimble spirits hanging in the air by little cords, some lading ordinance with deathful powder; some charging Muskets, and discharging ruin on their enemies; some at the foreship, others busy at helm, skipping here and there like Roes in lightness, and Lions in courage; that it would have powered spirit into a sick man to see their resolutions. For such tenants made she many buildings, exceeding any emperors Navy in the earth: whose service I doubt not will be acceptable to her most worthy Successor, our dread Sovereign Lord and King. Other Palaces she had great store of, which she maintained and yearly repaired, at least would have done, if those that had care of her surveying, would have been as careful for hers as for their own. What should I say of her? the cloudy mantle of the night, covers the beauty of the heaven: and this evening looks like those four days that preceded the morning of her death. The beasts the night that she ended her fate in earth, kept an unwonted bellowing, so that I assure thee Thenot, being assured of her sickness, I was troubled (being awakened with their cries) with imagination of her death, that I pitied not my bleating flock, who with their innocent notes kept time with my true tears, till the hour of her death was past, when immediately a heavy sleep shut up the windows of mine eyes: at which time, (as I have since heard) deaths eternal sleep utterly benumbed all her senses, whose soul (I doubt not) hath already entered endless rest, whither God will draw her glorified body in his great day. Sweet Virgin, she was borne on the Eve of that blessed Virgin's Nativity, holy Mary Christ's mother: she died on the Eve of the Annunciation of the same most holy Virgin; ablessed note of her endless blessedness, and her society in heaven with those wise Virgins, that kept Oil ever in their Lamps, to await the Bridegroom. She came unto the Crown after her Royal sister's death, like a fresh Spring even in the beginning of Winter, and brought us comfort, as the clear Sun doth to storme-dressed Mariners, she left the Crown likewise in the winter of her Age, and the beginning of our Spring: as if the Ruler of heaven had ordained her Coronation in our sharpest Winter, to bring us happiness, and uncrowned her in our happiest Spring, to leave us in more felicity by her Succeeder. O happy beginning, and more happy end: which notwithstanding, as natural sons and subjects, let her not go unwept for toher grave. This evening let us be like the Evening, that drops dewy tears on the earth: and while our hinds shut up▪ the sheep in their folds, sing a Funeral song for the loss of divine Elizabeth; invocating absent Scholars to bewail her, whom in sundry Schools she cherished, and personally in either of their Universities visited: let us bid soldiers lament her, toward whom, besides many apparent signs of her exceeding love, this is one most worth memory; she came amongst them mounted at Tilburie, being gathered into a royal Army against the Spanish Invasion; promising to share with them in all fortunes, if the enemy durst but show his face aland. Let Citizens likewise shed tears for her loss, especially those of London, to whom she was ever a kind Sovereign, and bountiful neighbour. I need not bid the Courtiers weep, for they can never forget the countenance of their gracious Mistress, till they have engraven in their hearts the favour of their most Royal Master. For us poor Shepherds; though we are not able to suit ourselves in black, fine enough to adorn so Royal an Enterrement, yet Thenot quicken thy invention, Dryope and Chloris shall bear part; and let us conclude our sorrow for Eliza in a Funeral Hymn; that shall have power to draw from the swelling Clouds, waters to assist our woe. The Springs, taught by the tears that break from our eyes, already overflow their bounds: The Birds sit mute to hear our music, and our harmless flock hearken to our moans. To this they all, as gladly as their grief would suffer them, consented. Collen for his broken Pipe take Cuddyes, who could neither sing nor play, He was so full of passion and sighs. The Funeral Song between Collen and Thenot; Dryope and Chloris, upon the death of the sacred Virgin ELIZABETH. Collen. YE sacred Muses dwelling, Where Art is ever swelling; Your learned Fount forsake, Help Funeral Songs to make: Hang them about her Hearse That ever loved Verse: Clio writ down her Story, That was the Muse's Glory. Dryope. And ye soft-footed Hours, Make ready Cypress Bowers: Instead of Roses sweet (For pleasant Spring-time meet) Strew all the paths with Yeugh, Nightshade and bitter Reugh. Bid Flora hide her Treasure: Say 'tis no time of pleasure. Thenot. And you divinest Graces, Veil all your sacred faces With your bright shining hair; Show every sign of care: The heart that was your Fane, The cruel Fates have slain: From earth no power can raise her, Only our Hymns may praise her. Chloris. Muses, and Hours, and Graces, Let all the hallowed places Which the clear Moon did view, Look with a sable hue: Let not the Sun be seen, But weeping for the Queen, That Grace and Muse did cherish, O that such worth should perish! Collen. So turn our verse, and on this lofty Pine, Each one engrave for her some Funeral line: Thus I begin. Collins Epitaph. Eliza Maiden Mirror of this Age, Earth's true Astraea while she lived and raign'de, Is thrown by Death from her triumphant Stage, But by that fall hath endless glory gain'de: And foolish death would feign if he could weep, For killing Her he had no power to keep. Thenots Epitaph. Eliza rich and Royal, fair and just: Gives heaven her Soul, and leaves her Flesh to dust. Dryopes Epitaph. There is no beauty but it vades, No glory but is veyld with shades: So is Eliza Queen of Maids stooped to her Fate. Yet Death in this hath little thriu'de, For thus her virtues have achieved, She shall, by verse, live still revived in spite of Hate. Chloris Epitaph. Eliza that astonished her foes, Stooped her rebellious subjects at her feet: Whose mind was * Her Royal word or motto was, Semper Eadem. Still the same in joy and woes. Whose frown was fearful, and her favours sweet: Swayed all this land, but most herself she swayed, Lived a chaste Queen, and died a Royal Maid. These Epitaphs ended, the Nymphs and Shepherds led by Collen and Thenot, who afore played heavy tunes on their oaten Pipes, got to their several cottages, and spent their time till midnight, mourning for Eliza: But Sleep, the equaller of Kings and captives, banished their sorrows. What humour they are in after rest, you shall in the morning hear: for commonly, as the day is, so are our affections disposed. ¶ The order and proceeding at the Funeral of the Right High and Mighty Princess Elizabeth Queen of England, France, and Ireland: from the Palace of Westminster called Whitehall: To the Cathedral Church of Westminster: the 28. of April. 1603. FIrst, the Knight Marshals men, to make way. Fifteen poor men. Next, the 260. poor women, by four and four. Then, servants of Gentlemen, esquires, and Knights. Two Porters. Next, four Trumpeters▪ After them Rose, Pursuivant at Arms. Two Sergeants at Arms. The Standard of the Dragon, borne by Sir George Bourcher. Two Querries leading a horse, covered in black cloth. Then the messengers of the Chamber, four and four. Children of the Almondry. Children of the Woodyard, Children of the Scullery. Children and furners of the pastry. The Scalding house. The Larder. After them, Grooms, being Wheat porters. Cooper's. Wine-porters. Conducts in the Bakehouse. bell-ringer Maker of Spice-bags. Cart takers, chosen by the board. Long Cartes. Cart takers. Of the Almery. Of the Stable. Of the Woodyard. Scullery. Pastry. Scalding house. Poultry. Caterie. Boiling house. Larder. kitchen. Laundry. Ewery. Confectionary. Wafery. Chaundry. Pitcherhouse. Buttery. Seller. pantry. Bakehouse Counting house. Then noblemen's and Ambassadors servants, and Grooms of the chamber. Four Trumpeters. Blewmantle. A Sergeant at Arms. The Standard of the Greyhound, borne by M. Herbert, brother to the Earl of Penbroke. Yeomen of the Servitors in the hall, four and four. Yeomen Cart-takers. Porters. Almondrie. Harbingers. Woodyard. scullery. Pastrien. Poultry and Scalding house. purveyors of the Poultry. purveyors of the Acatrie. Stable. Boiling house. Larder. kitchen. Ewrie. confectionary. Waferie. Purveyor of the wax. Tallow Chandler. chandry. Pitcher house. Brewers. Buttery. purveyors. Seller. pantry. Garneter. Bakehouse. Counting house. Spicery. Chamber. Robes. wardrobe. Earls and Countesses servants. Four Trompetors. Portcullis. A Sergeant at Arms. The Standard of the Lion, borne by M. Thomas Somerset. Two Quirries leading a horse trapped with black velvet. Sergeant of the Vestry. Children of the Chapel in surplice. Gentlemen of the Chapel in copes all of them singing Clerks. Deputy Clerk of the Market. Clerks extraordinary. Cofferer. Diet. M. Cook for the household. Pastry. Larder. scullery. Woodyard. Poultry Bakehouse. Acatrie. Stable. Sergeants. Gent. Harbinger. Woodyard. Scullery. Pastry. Catery. Larder Ewery. Seller. pantry. Bakehouse. Master Cook of the kitchen. Clarks of the Querrie. Second and third clerk of the chandry. Second & third clerk of the kitchen. supervisors of the Dresser. Surveyor of the dresser, for the chamber. Musicians. apothecaries and chirurgeons. Sewers of the hall. Martial of the hall. Sewers of the chamber. Groom Porter. Gentlemen ushers quarter waiters. Clarke, Martial and avener. Chief clerk of the wardrobe. Chief clerk of the kitchen. Two clerks controllers. Clerks of the green cloth. Master of the household. Sir Henry Cock cofferer. Rogue Dragon. A Sergeant at Arms. The Banner of Chester borne by the L. Zouch between two Seargeants at Arms. Clarks of the council, four & four. Clarks of the privy Seal. Clarks of the Signet. Clarks of the Parliament. Doctors of Physic. The Queen's Chaplains. Secretaries for the Latin, Italian & French tongues. Rogue Crosse. Between two Seargeants at arms. The banner of Cornwall borne by the L. Herbert Son and heir to the Earl of Worcester. Officers to the Mayor of London. Aldermen of London. Solicitor, Attorney, and Sergeant at Law. Master of Revels, & M. of the tents Knights Bachelors. Lord chief Baron, and Lord chief justice of the common pleas. Master of the jewel house. Knights which have been Ambassadors and Gentlemen Agents. Sewers for the Queen. Sewers for the body. esquires of the body. Gentlemen of the privy chamber Gentlemen Pensioners holding their Pole-axes heads down wards covered with black. The Banner of Wales, borne by the Viscount Bindon. Master of the Requests. Agents for Venice, and the Estates. Lord Mayor of London. Sir john Popham. Sir john Fortescue. Sir Robert Cicell principal Secretary. Controller & Treasurer of household Windsor. Banner of Ireland borne by the Earl of Clanricard. Barons. Bishops. Earl's eldest sons. Viscounts. Duke's second sons. Earls. marquesses. Bishop of Chichester, Almoner, Preacher at the funeral. Lord Keeper & Archbishop of Cant. The French Ambassador. Four Sergeants of Arms. The great Embroidered banner of England borne by the Earl of Penbroke, and the Lord Haward of Effingham. Somerset and Richmond. York, helm and Crest. Chester, Target. Norrey, king at Arms, Sword. Clarenceaux king at Arms, Coat. The lively picture of her highness whole body, crowned in her Parliament Robes, with her Sceptre in her hand, lying on the corpse, balmed and leaded, covered with Purple velvet, borne in a chariot, drawn by four horses trapped in black velvet. Gentlemen Ushers: white rods. About it twelve Banner-Rols, six on each side, carried by 12. noblemen. Six Earls assistants with them the Footmen. A Canopy borne over the chariot by four Noblemen. The Earl of Worcester, Master of the Horse, leading the Palfrey of Honour. Two esquires and a Groom to attend and lead him away. Gentlemen Ushers of the Privy chamber. Garter, king of Arms. Lady marchioness of Northampton, assisted by the Lord Treasurer & Lord Admiral. Chief Mourner, her train carried by two Countesses, and Master Vicechamberlaine. Fourteen Countesses assistants. Ladies of Honour Countesses Viscountesses. Earl's daughters. Baronesses. Maids of Honour of the privy chamber. Captain of the Guard, with all the Guard following, five and five in a rank, their halberds downward. The twelve Bannerols were carried by twelve Barons, beginning at the youngest first. The first Banner, was of king Henry the second, and Elinor of Aquitaine, carried by the Lord Norris. The second, of king john, and Isabel of Angolisme, carried by the Lord Compton. The third, of king Henry the third, and Elinor of Arragon, carried by the Lord Chandoys. The fourth, of king Edward the first, and Elinor of Castille, carried by the L. The sift of Edward the second, and Isabel of France, carried by the Lord Darcie of the South. The sixth, of king Edward the third, and Philippe of Haynolt, carried by the L. Cromwell. The seventh, of Edmond Langley Duke of York, and Isabel of Castille, carried by the L. Windsor. The eight, of Richard Earl of Cambridge, and Anne Mortimer, carried by the L. Darcie of the North. The ninth, of Richard Duke of York, and Cicely Nevil carried by the Lord Dudley. The tenth of king Edward the fourth, & Elizabeth Woodnile, carried by the Lord Grace. The eleventh, of king Henry the seventh, and Elizabeth daughter to king Edward the fourth: carried by the Lord Cobham. The twelfth, of Henry the eight and Anne Bulline, father and mother to our late deceased Queen: carried by the Lord de la Ware. The shepherds Spring-Song, in gratulation of the royal, happy, and flourishing entrance to the Majesty of England, by the most potent and prudent Sovereign james King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland. Collen. THenot and Chloris, red lipped Dryop, Shepherds, Nymphs Swains, all that delight in field Living by harmless thrift your fat herds yield Why slack ye now your loved company? Up sluggards, learn, the larks do mount and sing. Their cheerful Carols, to salute our King. The Mavis blackbird, and the little Wren, The Nightingale upon the hawthorn brire, And all the winged Musicians in a Choir, Do with their notes rebuke dull lazy men. Up shepherds, up; your sloth breeds all your shames You sleep like beasts, while birds salute K. james. The grey eyed morning with a blustering cheek, Like England's, Royal Rose mixed red and white, Summons all eyes to pleasure and delight: Behold the evenings dews do upward reek, Drawn by the Sun, which now doth gild the sky, With his light-giving and world-cheering eye. O that's well done; I see your cause of stay, Was to adorn your temples with fresh flowers: And gather beauty to bedeck your powers, That they may seem the cabinets of May: Honour this time, Sweetest of all sweet Springs. That so much good so many pleasures brings. For now alone the livery of the earth Gives not live comfort to your bleating lambs, Nor fills the strutting udders of their dams; It yields another cause of gleesome mirth, This ground wears all her best embroidery, To entertain our Sovereign's Majesty. And well she may, for never English ground Bore such a Sovereign as this royal Lord: Look upon all Antiquities Record; In no enrolment such a King is found. Begin with Brute, (if that of Brute be true) As I'll not doubt, but give old Bards their due. He was a Prince unsettled, sought a shore, To rest his long tossed Trojan scattered race: And (as 'tis said) found here a resting place: Grant this: but yield he did false gods adore. The Nations were not called to Christ that time, Black Pagan clouds darkened this goodly clime. So, when dissension brought the Romans in, No Caesar till the godly Constantine, (Descended truly from the British line) Purged this Isle's air from Idoll-hated sin; Yet in care of Rome left Deputies: Our james maintains (himself) his dignities, The Saxon, & the Dane, scourged with sharp steel, (So did the Norman Duke) this beauteous land, Invading Lords, reign with an iron hand: A gentler ruling in this change we feel, Our Lion comes as meekly as a dove, Not conquering us us by hurt, but hearty love▪ Even as a calm to tempest-tossed men, As bread to the faint soul with famine vexed; As a cool spring to those with heat perplexed, As the suns light into a fearful den, So comes our King▪ even in a time of need, To save, to shine, to comfort, and to feed. O Shepherds, sing his welcome with sweet notes, Nymphs, strew his way with Roses red and white, Provide all pastimes that may sense delight, Offer the fleeces of your flocks white coats: He that now spares, doth in that saving spill; Where Worth is little, Virtue likes good will. Now from the Orchades to the Cornish Isles, From thence to Cambria, and the Hiberian shore, The sound of civil war is heard no more, Each countenance is garnished with smiles, All in one hymn with sweet contentment sing, The praise and power of james our only King. Our only King: one Lord, one Sovereign; O long-desired, and perfected good! By him the heat of wrath, and boiling blood Is mildly quenched; pale Envy counted vain. One King, one people: blessed unity! That ties such mighty Nations to agree. Shepherds, I'll not be tedious in my song; For that I see you bend to active sport; Though I persuade me all time is too short To welcome him, whom we have wished for long. Well done, dance on; look how your little lambs, Skip as you spring, about their fleecy dams. Thus were ye wont to trip about the Green, And dance in ringlets, like to Fairy Elves, Striving in cunning to exceed yourselves, In honour of your late-falne summer Queen: But now exceed; this May excels all springs, Which King and Queen, and Prince and Princess brings. Showtioyfully, ye Nymphs and rural Swains, Your master Pan will now protect your folds, Your cottages will be as safe as Holds, Fear neither Wolves, nor subtle Foxes trains, A royal king will of your weal take keep, he'll be your Shepherd, you shall be his sheep. He comes in pomp; so should a king appear, God's Deputy should set the world at gaze, Yet his mild looks drive us from all amaze, Clap hands for joy, our Sovereign draweth near, Sing Io, Io, shepherds dance and sing, Express all joy, in welcoming our King. The air, the season, and the earth accord In Pleasure, Order, both for sight and sense: All things look fresh to greet his excellence, And Collen humbly thus salutes his Lord: Dread and beloved, live England's happy King, While seasons last Fresh as the lively Spring. FINIS.