THE FORTUNATE FAREWELL to the most forward and noble Earl of Essex, one of the honourable privy Counsel, Earl high Marshal of England, Master of the horse, Master of the ordinance, Knight of the garter, & Lord Lieutenant general of all the Queen's majesties forces in Ireland.  
Dedicated to the right Honourable the Lord HARRY SEAMER, second son to the last Duke of Somerset.  
Written by Thomas Churchyard Esquire.  
Printed at London by Edm. Bollifant, for William Wood at the west door of Paul's. 1599   

〈…〉 Thomas Churchyard wisheth continuance of virtue, blessedness of mind, and wished felicity.  
IN all duty (my good Lord) I am bold, because your most honourable father the Duke of Somerset (uncle to the renowned imp of grace noble King Edward the sixth) favoured me when I was troubled before the Lords of the Counsel, for writing some of my first verses: in ●uit all whereof ever since I have honoured all his noble race, and know● your Lordship in sea services forward and ready in all honourable ●ner (sparing for no charges) when the Spaniards approached near ●countrie, I bethought me how I might be thankful for good turns ●nd of your noble progente, though unable therefore finding my ●e unfurnished of all things worthy presentation and acceptance, I ●ke occasion of the departure of a most worthy Earl towards the ●uice in Ireland, so made a present to your Lordship of his happy Fare●ll as I hope: and trust to l●ue and see his wished welcome home. This ●rewell only devised to stir up a threefold manly courage to the reenarie multitude of soldier's, that follow this Marshal like Gene●l, and especially to move all degrees in general loyally to serve our ●d Queen Elizabeth, and valiantly to go through with good reso●ion the acceptable service they take in hand. Which true service shall ●louble their renown, and enrol their names in the memorial book afame for ever. I fear I lead your Lordship too far with the flou● of a fruitless pen, whose blandishing phrase makes many to gaze 〈◊〉 and few to consider well of and regard. My plot is only l●ude to ●chase good will of virtuous people, what the rest think, let their ●sconstruing conceires answer their own idle humours. This plain ●esent winning your Lordship's good liking, shall pass with the grea● grace to his honourable hands, that the prayers & power of good men ●ites willingly upon towards the reformation of wicked rebellion.  
Your L●in●ll at commandment, 〈◊〉 Thoma● Churchyard.   

The happy Farewell to the fortunate and forward most noble Earl of Essex.  

NOw SCIPIO sails, to Africa far from hoem  
The Lord of hoests, and battles be his gied,  
Now when green trees, gins to bud and bloem,  
On Irish seas, ELIZA'S ships shall ride,  
A warliek band, of worthy knights I hope,  
Aer armed for fight, a bloedy brunt to bide,  
With rebels shall, both might and manhoed coep  
Our countries right, and quarrel to be tried:  
Right makes wrong blush, and troth bids falsehood f●  
The sword is drawn, TYROENS dispatch draws ny●   

A traitor must, be taught to know his king,  
When MARS shall march, with shining sword in ha●  
A craven cock, cries creak and hangs down wing,  
Will run about, the shraep and dare not stand,  
When cocks of gaem, comes in to give a blow,  
So false TYROEN, may faint when he would fight,  
Though now aloud, on dunghill doth he crow,  
Traitors wants heart, and often taeks the flight:  
When rebels see, they aer surpriesd by troth,  
Pack hence in haste, away the rebels goeth.  
●oud treacherous trash, is curbed & knocked with blows,  
〈◊〉 lofty minds, with force are beaten down,  
'gainst the right, though oft rued rebels roes,  
●t oens sped well, that did impeach a crown.  
●ad the Annaels', of all the Princes past,  
●hear treasons still, are punished in their kind,  
●ear shall you see, when faithful men stand fast,  
●se traitors still, are but a blast of wind:  
●rhe that first, formed kings and all degrees,  
●e rule of staets, and kingdoms oversees.   

●t and rage, this rank rebellion breeds,  
●ock and spoil, sets bloodshed so abroetch,  
●ethles attempts, their filthy humour feeds,  
●hnes runs on, all headlong to reproetch:  
●dnes begaet, theas hellhounds all a roe,  
● sons of shaem, and children of Gods wraeth,  
●th wolvish minds, liek breetchles bears they go,  
●ow woods and bogs, and many a crooked paeths:  
●ng liek dogs, in litter, dung and straw,  
●ed as bruet beasts, that knows ne rule nor law.  
Fostered from faith, and fear of God or man,  
Vnlernd or taught, of any graces good,  
Nursed up in vice, where false head first began,  
Mercyles boern, still shedding guiltless blood.  
Libertiens lewd, that all good order haets,  
Murderers viel, of women great with child,  
Cruel as kiets, despising all estaets,  
Diulishly bend, both currish, stern and wild:  
Their whoel device, is rooet of mischiefs all,  
That seeks a plaeg, on their own heads to fall.   

Will God permit, such monsters to bear sway,  
His justice haets, the steps of tyrants still,  
Their damnable deeds, craves vengeance every day  
Which God doth scourge, by his own blessed will,  
He planteth force, to fling down feeble strength,  
Men of much worth, to weaken things of nought,  
whose cloaked craft, shall sure be seen at length,  
When unto light, dark dealings shall be brought:  
Sweet civil Lords, shall sawsy fellows meet,  
Who must ask grace, on knees at honours feet.  
●uednes may range, a while in ruffling sort,  
As witless wights, with wandering makes world mues  
●ut when power comes, to cut proud practice short,  
●nd shoe by sword, how subjects Prince abves,  
●hen conshens shall, Peccavi cry in field,  
tremble and quaek, much liek an Aspen leaf,  
●ut when on knees, do conquered captives yield,  
●he victor turns, his head as he wear deaf:  
●ueth is grown cold, revenge is hot as fire,  
And mercy sits, with frowns in angry attire.   

World past forgave, great faults and let them pass,  
●ime present loeks, on future time to come,  
All aegis saw, their follies in a glass,  
Yet were not taught, by time nor sound of drum,  
This world grows blind, and neither sees nor heers,  
Their senses fail, the wits and reason faints,  
Old world is waxed, worm eaten by long years,  
And men become, black devils that were saints:  
●et Gods great grace, this wretched cause reforms,  
And from fair flowers, weeds out the wicked worms.  
They come that shall, redress great things amiss,  
Pluck up the weeds, plant roses in their place,  
No violent thing, enduers long as hit is,  
Falsehood flies fast, from sight of true men's face,  
Traitors do fear, the plaegs for them prepared,  
And hieds their heads, in hoels when troth is seen,  
Though graceless gives, to duty small regard,  
Good subjects yields, obedience to their Queen:  
In quarrels just, do thousands offer lives,  
They feel fowl bobs, that for the bucklers strives.   

This Lord doth bring, for strength the fear of God,  
The love of men, and sword of justice both,  
Which three is to, TYROEN an iron rod,  
A birtchin twig, that draws bloed where hit goeth,  
When JOAB went, to war in DAVID'S right,  
He brought hoem peace, in spite of emnies' beard,  
For JOZIAS, the Lord above did fight,  
With Angel's force, that made the foes afeard:  
The world doth shaek, and tremble at his frown,  
whose beck soon casts, the brags of rebels down.  
●and fast and sure, false traitors turns their back,  
●rue subjects veaw, makes haerbrain rebels blush,  
stout heavy blows, makes highest trees to crack,  
●n armed piek, may bravely bide a push,  
Wheel not about, stand stiff liek brazen wall,  
●or that s the way, to win the field in deed,  
Charge the foer front, and see the emnies' fall,  
●he cowards brag, is but a rotten reed:  
Victors must bear, the brunt of every shock,  
● constant mind, is liek a stony rock.   

farewell sweet Lords, Knights, Captains and the rest,  
Who goes with you, taeks threefold thankful pain,  
Who sets you forth, is ten times triple blest,  
Who serves you well, reaps glory for their gain,  
Who dies shall live, in faem among the best,  
Who lives shall loek, and laugh theas broils to scorn,  
All honest hearts, doth civil war detest,  
And curse the time, that ear TYROEN was born:  
We hope good hap, waits on the fleet that goes,  
And Gods great help, shall clean destroy our foes.   
FINIS.