〈…〉 the most 〈◊〉 and perfect honourable 〈…〉 Sidney Knight, late Governor of Flushing 〈…〉 Famous ●●r Letters and Arms. He received his 〈…〉 at a Battle near Zu●phen 〈◊〉 22 of Septem●: And died at Arn●●●m the 16. day of October. Aᵒ. 1586.    

The Image of Ireland, with a discovery of Woodkarne, wherein is moste lively expressed, the Nature, and quality of the laid wild Irish Woodkarne, their notable aptness, celerity, and proneness to Rebellion, and by way of argument is manifested their original, and offspring, their descent and Pedigree: Also their habit and apparel, is there plainly shown. The execrable life, and miserable death of Rorie Rogue, that famous Archtraitour to God and the Crown (otherwise called Rorie Oge) is likewise described. lastly the coming in of Thyrlaghe Leonaghe the great Oneale of Ireland, with the effect of his submission, to the right honourable Sir Henry Sidney (Lord Deputy of the said land) is thereto adjoined. Made and devised by John Derrick, Anno 1578. and now published and set forth by the said author this present year of our Lord 1581. for pleasure and delight of the well disposed reader.  
Imprinted at London by John Day. 1581.   

¶ To the right worshipful Master Philip Sidney Esquire, Son and heir to the right honourable sir Henry Sidney, Knight of the most noble order of the Garter, Lord Precedent of Wales, and Merches of the same, Lord deputy general of her highness realm in Ireland, and one of her majesties most honourable privy Counsel in England, John Derrick wisheth perfect felicity in Christ, AMEN.  
Considering with myself (rig●t worshipful) that it is not only sufficient for men towards their benefactors, to bear an inward affection, and mind gratulatory for benefits received, but also, that some outward and external token, of necessity be thereto adjoined, lively to express outwardly, the secret affects of the same, though notwithstanding inward good will, be such an excellent virtue, as who so ever hath it, stands partly in security, but who soever hath and expresseth it, to him is all th●ng made sure: Even so, and for because I have ●uer studied, and employed my diligence, to flee unthankfulness, that notable vice detested of God and man, and to embrace gratefulness, that heavenly Sacrifice, approved of God, manifesting it to the whole world, in discharge of my duty towards my Lord your father, whom for many respects, unfeignedly I honour, and in him to your worship as a pattrens of all benignity, proceeding from so honourable a kindrede, with all seemly reverence I worship, I say with all humility, sincerity, and integrity of mind, as a notable argument of my unfeigned good will, these my labours being the fruits of my travel, I humbly do offer, assuring myself of your favourable countenance therein, to whose protection I am so much the more bolder to commend them, by how much I understand your excellent Nature towards all laudable exercises. And though (peradventure) some will impute me arrogant, and passing presumptuous in attempting the same: Having respect but only to the naked parts of the outward gift and giver, not weighing the inward motion of the mind, whereof the outward actions spring, nor yet sufficiently pondering, that as it is impossible, for fire to be without heat or the Sun without brightness, no more can the good meaning of the good be for ever repressed, but that at the last it bursteth forth & is made manifest, showing itself openly much like the flames of fire, after a thick and smouldering smoke: not yet diligently considering, like wise and cunning Carpenters, that by how much the weaker a house and building is, by so much the stronger ought the posts and pillars to be, (I say) they having regard to none of these things, or at the least not fully considering them, neither remembering how commendable a thing it is, for every creature to yield his fruit simply in his natural kind, without colouring or dissimulation, be it little or much, but rather casting their eyes like senseless beasts down to the ground, chanting upon the outward Elements, damning, and condemning those external actions, signs, and tokens, and as vain, frivolous, and of no effect, yet not withstanding this may not discomfort me in that which I have here determined, but that (maugre their beards) my good will must appear, giving them to understand, that it is as possible for them, to put the whole seas, into a leather Bottle, and to drive all the Woodkarne of Ireland, into one shepherds bag, or Satchell, as it is to drive me from my pretended purpose, because I know it consisteth in your worships free choice, and liberty, to make both the gift, and giver, seem sufficient worthy, etc. Thus being emboldened through fame of your courtesy, with hope of remission for this my temerity, I dutifully end, beseeching God to preserve your worship, in good health, and long life, with much increase of worship, and honour, etc. At Dublin her majesties chief City in Ireland, xuj. of june. M.D.LXXVIII.  
Your worships most humble John Derrick.   

¶ To the right honourable and my very good Lords, the Lords of her majesties realm of Ireland, and to all other in general of the said land, being lovers of virtue, and imbracers of civility: grace be multiplied, and peace everlasting.  
IT may be thought (right honourable) and likewise be imagined of some, who peradventure) reading this my little treatise, of the Image of Ireland, with a conscience corrupted, to be a thing devised and set forth, in reproach of all the Nobility, and others, borne within this Realm of Ireland, as though the party, meant nothing else but a mere contempt of so many Noble, and worshipful personages, and that this title of Woodkarne, should be but a covert, to shroud him from suspicion of the former allegation: Truth is my very good Lords, if credit may be given to the artificer, simply as he meaneth, the substance is all one, (the matter I mean) to the very Title, of that which is here called Woodkarne, who dissalowing their Karnishe manners, affirm their dissolute life, and inordinate living, better to pertain unto Infidels, and Heathen, then for those which in any respect profess the name of Christ, (and what Christians they be, right honourable judge ye) wherefore be ye not then offended, O ye friends of vertile▪ and imbracers of civility, that I should so fore loath, or enuaigh their far unseemly manners, setting out in lively protractours, in contemning the same, both their shape, and execrable actions, for (in very troth) my heart abhorreth their dealings, and my soul doth detest their wild shamrock manners, yea so much the rather, because there is no society, or fellowship between God, and the Devil, little amity between the Wolf and the Lamb: like good will, between a Rebel, and a faithful Subject. Now for as much then, as things with their contraries agree not, I most humbly beseech your courtesies, not to deem the reprehension of these wild wanton Woodkarne, to be spoken of all men in general, which is here meant but of some, of those I say, that are Rebels to our (Queen) enemies to peace, and disturbers of the common wealth, as for your (Honours) in good time be it spoken, and void of flattery recited, who knoweth not, what festination by your Lordships hath been used, what godly care taken, what means practised, what policy showed, and diligence bestowed at all times (as occasion served) to serve, accompanied either with the Lord deputy, or by your Lordships alone, against those whom I have here termed by the name of Woodkarne bestowing not only your traveles, adjoined with great charges, but also ventured your lives in advancing her majesties honour, showing thereby, both a con●●ant faith, a perfect fidelity, to her royal Crown, conflicting by force of main batteil, many of these monsters, being sworn enemies to her noble grace, the attempt whereof was laudable, and the action meritorious, before GOD and man. This I trust may suffice (right honourable) your noble wisdoms, to withdraw all sinister suspicions from your suppliant, and his book, giving full credit, my purposed intent is not, neither yet ever was, to blemish any man's renown, (being approved servitors to her most noble and dreadful sceptre) whose continuance, I pray GOD, may be long and joyful, peaceable as the days of Solomon, coping with the long years of Ne●●or, to govern us her people, with an admirable regiment, and over her foes, triumphantly to reign. Amen. God bless your honours, with all manner of spiritual, and earthly blessings, the favour, and love of God and man, much honour in your country: and to conclude, life everlasting etc.  
Your honours most humble John Derrick.   

¶ To the good and gentle Reader in all places wheresoever, but especially, to my loving countrymen of Enlande, hearty salutations, and greeting ever.  
divers were the causes (good Reader) that moved me first to take in hand, the carving forth of this Image, and lastly to commend it to thy gentle devotion, hoping, that as with no small labour, and travel I have finishte, and brought it to this perfection, and with no less willing consent, and single mind have made it serviceable at thy good pleasure to use, so likewise on thy part, thou wilt friendly accept the same, entertaining it as a stranger, or messenger come from a far Cou●●●e●, simply to report, and deliver unto thee, the state and condition of his said countrymen the Woodkarne, without any imparyng of their credits, the more notable members of the same, who differing from them, in their rustical rudeness, do agree wholly with us, in all laudable discipline. Touching which causes, though they be many, and as I said before diverse, two yet especially, I thought good to signify, whereof, the one came of a dutiful affection, and unfarned good will (drawn of long continuance through graces received) towards his person, which undoubtedly I honour, and the other of a bounden duty, (through love inseparable) towards my native Country: Or which two, though either of them were sufficient to move any man (if he were not a forgetful person) to like endeavour, yet seeing they are variable, an●●●he of them so laudable, I might in no wise slacken my pretended purpose, but show my hearty good will, both to friend and country. If you therefore (my beloved countrymen) for whose sakes (as I said before partly I framed it, and for whose greater delight, I have clothed it with variety, shall deem it worthy of your custody, or receive thereby any profitable, pleasure, I obtain not only my expectation, touching such courtesy, but also full recompense, of all my whole charges, (who doubtless account them nothing, to pleasure either party). And if (by way of digression) some peradventure (whose judgements are partial in other men's labours) shall cavil at this my imprinted Image, or impugn the things therein contained (as reporting matters of untruth) especially the third lease of this discovered Woodkarne, affirming no such rudeness, in these our days to be practised with the rudest of that most barbarous Nation, to such I reply (craving their patience) saying, that it is not our English Pale, which in any respect I have touched, nor yet those of the south, whom I have impeached, nor yet of the West, whom I have nipped, but a people out of the north, whose usages I behold after the fashion there set down, and those are they whom I have detected, shadowing notwithstanding part of their manners with flowers of that Country, and lest peradventure ye might muse whom I meant, I will not be curious in discharging my conscience, letting you understand, that they are a people sprung from Macke Swine, a barbarous offspring, come from that Nation, which may be perceived by their Hoggis●e fashion: So as my beloved countrymen, and well disposed Reader, if wilfulness blind not the fights of your judgements) it manifestly appeareth, and may easily be conjectured, that it is not against any one good member of this Common wealth of Ireland, that I have made my discovery, but only against the pernicious Uipers of the said land, which thing I wish heartily each one to believe, and credit, knowing (for example sake) that war is not waged, against the Queen's friends, not yet a battle fought, save only against her enemies, which if you so credit, and therewithal accept of my traveles, (which do represent my unfeigned good will) I leave not this simply as a pledge of a further benevolence with you, but therewithal do pawn even my credit, for accomplishing my promise, till which time farewell as your hearts can desire.  
Yours as his own John Derrick.   

The first part of the Image of Ireland.  
THe 
* The author in this his first beginning, showeth that GOD was the only cause, which moved him to write and set out this his works, helping and favourably supporting him in the same, who being otherwise insufficient, and not able of himself to do the same, but by the goodness and furtherance of God, yieldeth to him due honour therefore.  heavenly God puissant Prince,  
the'ternall king of grace:  
The lord which rules both heaven & earth,  
with his Imperial mace.  
Which caused first the crystal Skies,  
in lively forms appear,  
And by the course of glistering Pheabe,  
divided eke the year.  
Which did the loathsome Chaos part,  
and separate a sunder:  
And placed the earth above the Sease,  
for mortal men to wonder.  
Which gave commandment to the same,  
in Nature's perfect kind.  
To multiply and yield the,  
to those that came behind:  
(Which was to man as than not made,  
a famous creature sure:)  
Of all the works of mighty jove,  
(renowned rare and pure:)  
Which gave him reason from above,  
his will to understand:  
Upholding heaven and earth likewise,  
with his most holy hand.  
Which did reduce from bale to bliss,  
the wretched state of man:  
And in exchange the sacred heavens,  
allotted to him then.  
(Not for the good deserts he saw,  
in mortal flesh to be:  
But merely of his own accord,  
that grace extenden he.)  
Which made the seat of British kings,  
with honour to abound:  
And eke their just deserved fame,  
through glom'ryng world to sound.  
Suppressing all their mortal foes,  
that up against them rose:  
And by the force of bloody blade,  
afflicted ever those.  

* Foreign Princes, Nations and Countries, can witness of the honourable estate and Royalty of the kings of England since the time it was inhabited.  This sundry Lands can testify,  
as stories witness yield:  
And we the fruit thereof do reap,  
as from a fartile field.  
Which to relate in this discourse,  
I dame it not amiss:  
Because I judge the same to show,  

Probations.  a pleasant story is.  

* Prince Arthure is here brought forth as an unreprobable testes (being as it were) a most famous River that watereth the face of the whole earth, with the streams of his immortal fame and renown.  And to begin with Mars' knight,  
that mighty man of of war:  
Whose fame might not suffice the world,  
but peerst the highest Star.  
Who now though shrouded in the earth,  
with body turned to clay:  
Yet ever living with the just,  
and shall from day to day.  
Who never made his back return,  
once enterde in the field:  
Till he had made the stoutest foes,  
their stately Sceptres yield.  
And brought by Martial force of arms,  
their honour to the dust:  
By plucking down their chiefest stays,  
whereon their hope did trust,  
Prince Arthure is that noble king, 
* The honour of king Arthure his Acts, manhood, conquests Magnanimity, Chivalry, and what else, in chronicles are sufficiently set out, to the great comfort and consolation of all british and English men's hearts.   
whose fame and great report:  
stirred up the Nobles of the world,  
to seek unto his Court.  
This is the Prince whose courage stout,  
his credit did advance:  
This is the man that reigned as King,  
in Britain and in France.  
This is the knight whose bloody blade,  
obtained Caesar's Crown:  
This is the man that brought at last,  
the haughty Romans down.  
This is that thrice renowned knight,  
whom stories do commend:  
This is the Prince whose fame and name,  
Dame honour doth defend.  
Thus here of this victorious knight,  
I make a small end:  
And to the kings of like renown,  
in later years descend.  
Wherefore attentive Lordyngs be,  
your listening ears to fill:  
For briefly of them will I speak,  
according to my skill.  
And as with Arthure I began,  
so will I here proceed:  

* King Henry the second as Chronicles record for wisdom, knowledge, and judgement was holden famous throughout the world in so much as Emperors, (namely the Emperor of Rome, and of Constantinople) hearing of his notable wisdom, sent by their Ambassadors to have his resolution & judgement in great matters of strife and contention. Read more of this Kings glory his wealth and possess●ons in master Foxes Ecclesiastical history, I mean the Acts and monuments.  To write of Henry's noble name,  
the second as I read.  
To show his magnanimity,  
in wrightyngs comprehended,  
And other graces specially,  
in Chronicles remembered.  
For he it is which mightily,  
augments our Country's fame:  
And in his time most royally,  
defended eke the same.  
He is that second Solomon,  
as writings do import,  
Which filled all corners of the world,  
with fame of his report.  
Which moved both Kings & Emperors,  
and Princes far and near:  
To draw unto his noble Court,  
his wisdom for to hear.  

* He showeth the cause why king Henry was had in such honour and great admiration  For why, his domes were purely given,  
in matters of debate:  
He was an umpire equally,  
to every kind of state.  
He forced not principality,  
nor yet regarded might:  
In every cause especially,  
respected he the right.  
For which his actions purely done,  
by wisdoms rules approved:  
Of Princes, Kings, and Emperors,  
he highly was beloved.  
Thus was he counted in his days,  
the wisest under Son:  
Through Europe and beyond those parts,  
so far his fame did run.  
And as for his possessions,  
so largely they extended:  
As never Prince before nor since,  
had like as is remembered.  
O King these things assuredly,  
deserve to be enrolled:  
And graven in tables sumptuously  
made all of beaten gold.  

* The Sceptre of the noble Relame of England, daily more & more increased in honour and fame, being as the Sun in the firmament of heaven, that casteth the beams of his shine unto the uttermost parts of the world, so that nothing might be hid from the heat and presence thereof.  But did the glory of the Realm,  
from thence forth gin to cease?  
Or did it not like the Laurel tree,  
in freshness still increase?  
Did not the Princes of the same,  
by Martial acts maintain?  
The garland of immortal fame,  
that others erst did gain?  
Go look and search the monuments,  
and there you shall behold:  
That there their names among the best,  
dame Honour hath enrolled.  
There shall you see the famous Prince,  
in press of worthies stand:  
Even cheek by cheek to mighty Mars,  
with dreadful sword in hand.  
There shall you see dame Honour brave,  
amid the golden rays:  
This noble prices banner vance,  
to his eternal praise.  
Prince Edward is that noble Knight, 
* Prince Edward the third is here a noble testimony, to approve the above said allegation, being in his time most excellent on earth, as in Chronicles is reported.   
the third King of that name:  
Approved in the Mysteries,  
of Mars' warlike game.  
This is the Prince whose royal acts,  
were known by sea and land:  
This is the knight whose presence durst,  
no foreign King withstand.  
This is the prince whose conquring sword,  
possessed a double Crown:  
This is the man that made his foes,  
on every side come down.  

* King Edward not abiding the mallepartnesse of the drunken Pope of Rome, which needs would be a stickler twixt him and the French King, stands at defiance both with French King and Pope, and offereth to fight hand to hand with them both, which when the Pope understandeth, like a Coward, or rather like a snail in a shell, draweth in his horns, for fear of a broken Costerd, and quietly suffereth this noble King Edward according his pleasure, to execute the force of his sword against his adversary, which brave example if all other kings would follow & imitate, the beast would beware how he intermeddled with Prince's matters, impertinent to his calling.  This is the man whose valiant heart,  
for trial of his right:  
Did proffer 'gainst the romish Pope,  
even hand to hand to fight.  
But durst the Pope's heroical heart,  
take th'offer of the King?  
No, no, the fool was wise enough,  
he feared an other thing.  
He knew that if he had assayed,  
to tempt him in his rage:  
That captive should he yield himself,  
or leave his heart to gauge.  
Wherefore to save his credit then,  
he knew no way but one:  
Which was to take the Keys, and leave  
the sword to him alone.  
For Peter needs must silence keep,  
when Paul steps forth in place:  
And know we not how Paul withstood,  
saint Peter to his face?  
This thing imports a mystery,  
of which here to dispute:  
I purpose not, but leave the same,  
for others to confute.  
Yet might I say my mind therein  
as some before have done:  
But that I see the day forbids,  
and time is almost run.  
I see how Nox herself applies,  
to shade sir Phoebus' light.  
But let the toothless crabbed quean,  
boil in her own despite.  
Yea let her ever fretting live,  
and pining fade away:  
A just reward for such a drab,  
her malice to bewray.  
But as for Phebe, you holy ones,  
grant he may flourish still:  
And to the ending of my work,  
Lord guide my quiuring quill.  
When thus this high and mighty Prince, 
* King Edward having long ruled the sceptre of his Kingdom with glory and great honour, resigned the same up to his successors, who also augment the fame thereof, and in his posterity is more excellent than his antecessours, as in the tradations of histories is at large discussed.   
whose glory did extend:  
Throughout all corners of the world,  
even to the furthest end.  
Had ruled, and rained, and wealde the mace,  
and Sceptre of this land:  
Long times and days and many years,  
as wrighters bear in hand.  
At length as all things hath a time,  
to spring, to grow, and crease:  
And back again in elder years,  
to whither, fade, and cease.  
Much like the sweet and pleasant herb,  
or fragrant sentive flower:  
That riseth bravely for a time,  
and falleth in an hour.  
Or as the ancient aged Oak,  
sometime of passing strength,  
But yet through sundry winter's storms,  
a feeble tree at length.  
Or rather like the gallant Sun,  
(that golden fiery ball:)  
Which having past the top of heaven,  
declineth to the fall.  
Even so this famous peerless prince,  
(that precious pearl of price:)  
Through all the hosts and cope of heaven,  
(renowned famous thrice.)  
At last by Death arrested was,  
and forced to resign:  
The things he conquered by the sword,  
as which from royal line.  
Did erst descend, surrendering them  
to other noble Kings:  
Whose praises all each sacred Dame,  
in heavenly ditties sings.  

* Though sundry of King Edward's successors deserved immortal renown, whom severally I omitted here to entreat of, yet amongst them all, one of late memory I thought fit for proof and arguments sake to set forth as an undoubted pattern of all Nobility, which is meant of King Henry the eight.  Amongst the which (though they deserve,  
to have immortal fame:)  
Yet here of one his praise to wright,  
it joys my hand to frame.  

The only look and countenance of King Henry the eight, was sufficient to discomfort an host of men.  It glads my heart to name him once,  
to bring him forth in place:  
For him that only durst des●e,  
his enemies to their face.  

King Henry being at war with the French retains the Emperor to serve under his standred, and there withal makes his foes to taste bitterly of the rod of his correction, for his Majesty would not abide to be dallied withal.  He, he it is, and none but he,  
in these our latter days:  
Through Europe, and beyond parts,  
hath won like noble praise.  
King Henry that most famous Prince,  
the eight I mean by name:  
Which left behind him for his deeds,  
so high renown and fame.  
This is the Prince whose only looks,  
made diverse Nations quake:  
This is the man that made likewise,  
huge towers and holds to shake.  

King Henry weighing with himself, what a miserable plague it was for himself, his people and kingdom, to be subject unto the Pope of Rome (that presumptuous Prelate to the admiration of all the world, unhorseth the Pope, and makes him go on foot (which a mischief) where as before he spared not to ride in the necks of Christian Emperors and Kings far better than himself. (So courageous was the excellent king) as therein he enterprised that which all the potentates of the world durst not attempt beside.  This is the Prince that did retain,  
the Emperor in his band:  
This is that knight that made his foes,  
to feel his heavy hand.  

King Henry weighing with himself, what a miserable plague it was for himself, his people and kingdom, to be subject unto the Pope of Rome (that presumptuous Prelate to the admiration of all the world, unhorseth the Pope, and makes him go on foot (which a mischief) where as before he spared not to ride in the necks of Christian Emperors and Kings far better than himself. (So courageous was the excellent king) as therein he enterprised that which all the potentates of the world durst not attempt beside.  This is the Prince that of himself,  
did hold the stately Crown:  
This is the man that durst attempt,  
to throw the Papists down.  
This is the Prince that freedom got,  
to this his Country soil:  
This is the man that put the Pope,  
and Popish foes to foil.  
This is the man that made his Bulls,  
go flitting down the streams:  
And thrust out all his pelting trash,  


The honour of King Henry is triple augmented in his successors (especially in the government of our gracious and Sovereign Lady the queens most excellent majesty) who not only hath continued in the course of her Father, by suppressing the pope but with more severity hath holden his nose down to the grindstone, as by continual grinding it is almost worn out to the gristle and bare stumps. The honour of our good Queen in her excellency is here in published.  
Queen Elizabethes sacred arm, as the pope saith, hath given him such a cut overthwart his monkish visnamie, that he is in doubt whether he shall ever be able to be cured of the wound, his Cardinals are utterly discomforted, his Chiturgians have given him over as all his doctors do doubt. The great care of her majesty is ever in seeking out the way by which she may govern her people and country with all godliness tranquillite and peace. The life and blood of her Majesty (which GOD for his mercy preserve & maintain) is not to dear in her Grace's sight, for the preservation of her people and Country, but that she would if occasion served (as God forbidden that we should see that day to be so distressed) both venture an hazard for defence of the same for which God be● praised, and her Majesty honoured (a singular token of a most godly and christian prince.) The author stirreth up all Christian people and true subjects to give forth a sign of their hearty good will, and love towards her sacred Majesty, by adding) Amen) to that which he before prayed for.  
Here the author exhorteth all estates and degrees of men to pray for the prosperity of her Grace, that God would be on her right hand, continually giving good success to all her highness enterprises, (that she with us her loyal and obedient subjects, and we with her our right dread and sovereign Queen, the true anointed of the Lord) may reign, and live together in all peace and godliness, to the honour and glory of God for ever.   out of his highness Realms.  
This is the man whose royal acts,  
have won eternal fame:  
Amongst the saints and sons of men,  
deserving well the same.  
But yet O King especially,  
thrice famous art thou called:  
Through her which in the self same throne  
of honour now is stalled.  
I mean our (gracious sovereign Queen,  
that sacred virgin pure:)  
Whose reign God grant thrice Nestor's years,  
with honour to endu●e.  
This is the Prince whos● worthy fame,  
doth live and reign for ever:  
This is the Queen whose noble name,  
can be defaced never.  
This is the Prince which in her days,  
wrought wonders in her land:  
And made her foes like herds of Sheep●,  
amazed for to stand.  
This is the Prince whose sacred arm.  
hath wounded so the Pope:  
That to recover his former strength,  
he liveth void of hope.  
This is the Prince which to her Realms,  
procureth rest and peace:  
This is the Queen that causeth wars,  
and bloody broils to cease.  
This is the Prince that little cares,  
to hazard life or blood.  
This is the Queen that nothing spares,  
to do her people good.  
O gifts of rare variety,  
adorning Prince's grace:  
Stand up eternal memory,  
Eliza's fame to blaze.  
O perfect magnanimity,  
thy fame continue ever:  
As doth the Son in circled Skies,  
who●●●ight decreaseth never.  
And everlasting mayest thou live,  
to 〈…〉  
To which 〈…〉 say,  
unfeignedly 〈…〉  
O pray for her 〈◊〉,  
you people of her land:  
That God may prosper happily,  
what so she takes in hand.  
That God may favour graciously,  
the things she hath begun:  
That she with us, and we with her  
a blessed race may run.  
In this as in all other things, 

In all our petitions, action's, and requests, we must refer the success ever to the good will & pleasure of God.  
The cause why we should yield our will to Gods will is, because he is even still the self same thing that never changeth nor altars his intent or purpose, established in his secret counsel, but as he doth & hath purposed, so also in time convenient doth likewise accomplish by which we may perceive his excellent purity.    
th'almighties will be done:  
Since nothing may prevent his grace,  
or godly purpose shun.  
For why? he is that self same God,  
that never altars kind:  
(A God I say most excellent,  
and of a constant mind.)  
Which never doth forsake the thing,  
once ta'en in his protection:  
Nor yet rejecteth utterly,  
which is in his election.  
(He is a God omnipotent)  
on whom the world dependeth:  
Whose vigour, force, and celsitude,  
through every part extendeth.  
(A royal God immencible)  
that can not be inclined:  
To change from all eternity,  
his sacred purpose minded.  
But that which his divinity,  
before all ages form:  
In his eternal secrecy,  
shall doubtless be performed.  

* This is a portion of that which in the beginning was alleged, where it is said, that God was the cause principal, whereby the mind of the author was mightily inflamed to write some pleasant History, but wist not what, till at length by the self same cause he was instructed and taught what he should write, as more fully hereafter to set down.  This holy and immortal God,  
even he I must confess:  
Did stir me up most studiously,  
my senses to address.  
To write some pleasant history,  
I musyngly began:  

* The author is not ashamed to acknowledge his imbecility, of himself unable to bring to pass any notable exploit, save only that he dependeth on God's direction to fluishe the thing his goodness shall begin.  For to consider warily,  
of what it should be then.  
I was no fit Astronomer,  
to treat upon the Stars:  
Nor yet trained up in Marsis court,  
to tell of bloody wars.  
I was no famous Orator,  
nor crafty man of Law:  

* Better to be mere ignorant, then to be over skilful to the hurt of other.  Which from a but of muscadine,  
a tun of Malmessies draw.  
Nor yet recounted excellent,  
in those high mist'ries seven:  
By which I might upon mine oath,  
tell what is done in heaven.  
I was not of God Neptune's Court,  
as Pirates be on seize:  
I deemed it far a better life,  
(though poor) to live at ease.  

* Meaning not acquainted in the science of Usury, whereby he might have had good occasion and matter to write of.  I was not skilful in their trades  
which give out gold to gain:  
No, no, I dare avouch such saints,  
my pouch did never stain.  
Nor yet with Merchant ventures, 
* The author still proceeding on in the description of his imperfection, and having felt the ground of his knowledge, seeing himself to be altogether unfurnished of that, which in historiographers is required (doth as it) were ask a question, how it were possible for him to accomplish the thing he gladly desired, whereunto he makes answer, alleging though in his own eyes he seemed insufficient, yet God who governeth all things, bids him but add to his good will, & he would further him in the rest.   
(those were too high for me:)  
Unneath to show their famous sleight,  
acquainted might I be:  
I found not in me verily,  
of wrighters that's required:  
How might I then perform the thing,  
my soul and heart desired?  
But he that worketh all in all,  
did will me forward venture:  
And he would aid me warlike wise,  
strong towers and holds to enter.  
Whereon I took such heart of grace,  
as with a joyful mind:  
I marched forth in steadfast hope,  
some good success to ●inde.  
In which my travels surely,  
he did so we●l attend me:  
As nothing could be deemed fit,  
but forthwith did he send me.  
He gave me to associate,  
a chosen Crew of Dame's  

Three principal things are to be retained of every Chronicler & writer of Histories, (that is to say) Invention, Memory, and pleasant Conveyance without which, what soever a man doth is altogether unsavoury.  Invention, with good Memory,  
these were their perfect names.  
To whom Conueighaunce was adjoined,  
as corporal to the band:  
Conuaiing each thing prettily,  
what so they took in hand.  
With these I venterde forwardlie,  
to prosecute with speed:  
What so my heart assuredly,  
had long before decreed.  

The author at last through many days travail, obtaineth the port and Haven of rest, where his three foresaid companions Invention, Memory and Conueighaunce, consulting together, agree and conculde that he should entreat upon the Irish soil and inhabitants of the same, with the fertility of the ground.  And having now the loathsome gulf,  
of deep Despair well passed:  
We did approach Thelysiane fields,  
of comfort at the last.  
Where all the Crew of heavenly Dames,  
with one consent began:  
To sit them down, and on my cause,  
advisedly to scan.  
In which high court of Parliament,  
it was concluded on:  
That of the famous Irish soil,  
I should enlarge upon.  

* Mark the preparation made for the author, lest peradventure he might relate aught amiss, and so by false discovery of things therein contained, roune in danger of reproof, whereunto the nature of the Caviller is passingly addicted.  And lest thereof in any part,  
I might relate a miss:  
By reason of the longitude,  
or latitude, there is.  
A goodly brave Pyramids,  
erected passing high:  
From whence all corners of the land,  
I might at large descry.  
From whence I did behold and see,  
most noble slowing streams: 
* By these flopwing streams are meant, the goodly Havens and Rivers through every part of Ireland, most famous for merchants, in which rivers also are store, change, and choice of all fine and delicate fishes, and that in most abondant sort, a notable pleasure and necessary commodity for a common wealth, and this is the first part concerning the waters   
Fit for the Merchants of the world,  
to sail from foreign Realms.  
Wherein were sundry store of beasts,  
in waters that do live:  
To whom their proper names I am,  
unable for to give.  
Yet were they such as do maintain,  
and serve for common wealth:  
By yielding plenty to the soil,  
where store of people dwelleth.  
Yea such and such (if credit may,  
be given unto me than:)  
As do refresh the hungry soul,  
and serve the use of man.  
All which I saw abondantlie,  
a lose where I did stand:  

* As the Rivers of Ireland are notable famous for the variety of all manner of fishes, given in most plentiful manner, so is the land far more renowned for her situation, pleasant air operation, and goodly store of all manner of cattle behofefull for the land, and for all kind of wildfowl for pleasure and profit of man, as in the discourse thereof shall speedily be set out.  But far more braver things than those,  
upon the stable land.  
I there beheld how ●urie part,  
and parcel was conveyed:  
With hills, an● woods & champion ground,  
most artificial laid.  
The hills directly ronning forth,  
and turning in a genne:  
Much like a sort of crooked mates,  
and overtwharting men.  

* The description of the woods of Ireland.  The woods above and neath those hills,  
some twenty miles in length:  
Round compaste with a shaking bog,  
a fort of passing strength.  
From whence a certain fire is drawn,  
to shield from Winter's cold:  
Whereas Poh Morishe hides himself,  
as in a fenced hold.  

* The discovery of the Irish Nymphs, their pleasures, pastimes, and accustomable usages, wherein daily they are occupied, are figuratively expressed.  The Nymphs of sundry matrons, I  
have hard do there resort:  
As time and fit occasions serve,  
to use for their disport.  
Some for to shade them from the heat,  
and some an other thing:  
According as the rain doth fall,  
so do the flowers spring.  
One doth rejoice to spend the day,  
in playing Barlibrake.  
An other doth (I mean no harm)  
as great a comfort take.  
This Nymph doth joy to scud a longest,  
the wood and riverse side:  
But she in snorting in a bush,  
Receiu'th as great a pride.  
These do invite the Murm'ryng brooks,  
these dive and rise again:  
And bathing in their sweet delights,  
so long they do remain.  
Till Cupid toul'th his sacring bell,  
to enter other Rites:  
Ah would'treuiue a man half dead? 
This do expound the true meaning of the rest that went before.   
to see those naked Spirits?  
To see what games they can devise,  
and sundry pastimes make:  
'twould cause I do assure you,  
a Horse his halter broke.  
To dance attendance on those Dames▪  
with reverent service then:  
To weight upon them in that case.  
it forceth sundry men.  

* These Nymphs deserves eternal memory for their holy conversation: yea, though it were but with Asmodious the Devil of hell: For pity it were if they should not be remembered somewhere and since they are not thought upon in heaven, give them leave to be had in memory in hell.  O Nymphs of lasting Memory,  
your virtuous actions rare:  
With Venus for integrity,  
I freely may compare.  
With Venus for agility,  
(speak I of venial sin:)  
In her celestial paradise,  
ought you to enter in.  

* The cause why these Nymphs are worthy of such remembrance is because of the great pain and labour they took in the land in bringing forth fruit after their kind.  For you are they which store the ground,  
with fruits of your increase:  
And make it daily to abound,  
(mean I with rest and peace?)  
With little Nymphs and mountain Gods  
transformed now and then:  
From Boars to Bears, and yet sometime,  
resembling honest men.  
From whence there flows as from a spring,  
an other generation:  

* The generation of these wood Nymphs are in their kind more craftier then the Foxes more fretting then Boars, and terribler than Bears, working by secret conspiracies the subversion, ruin, and destruction of the hurtless creatures of the land.  More subtle than the Foxes are,  
in their imagination.  
Who as they grow in elder years,  
and springing rise in strength:  
So do they work the realms annoy,  
and hindrance at the length.  
So do they work the lands decay,  
procuring what they can:  
The ruin and undoing quite,  
of many an honest man.  

* The Author seeing the great inconveniences that happen daily by the retaining of such a pestiferous generation, giveth counsel to all those that love their own safety and security to rid their hands of them, lest retaining and still maintaining them they do but foster a wolf, and cherish a sarpent, which are ready daily both to devour, and destroy them.  This is a thing that every one,  
had need to look upon:  
For else too late the door is shut,  
when as the steed is gone.  
And since the pale is often plag'de,  
with such a hellish sort:  
Let that suffice, and let us all,  
be warned by true report.  
So shall we shun the dangrous snares,  
our secret foes have set:  
And overpass the hunter's toils,  
and fowlers crafty net.  
So shall we fly the traitorous grins,  
that treasons might procure:  
And in a tower of strong defence,  
our safety's all assure.  

* The author continuing in his exhortation thereby to drive it more deeper into the hearts of men bringeth forth a similitude of a toad and a crocadill, signifying that it is all one equal security for a man to sleep with all those poisoning worms, as it is to keep about him those members before specified, for (in conclusion) the worms can but poison them, and they murder them, so that both of them do work all one efferate which is death.  We know by good experience,  
it is a dangerous thing:  
For one into his naked bed,  
a poisoning Toad to bring.  
Or else a deadly Crocodile,  
when as he goeth to rest:  
To lead with him, and as his mate,  
to place next to his breast.  
The mischief thereof certainly,  
is this that doth ensue:  
Even nothing but a sudden death,  
to careless persons dew.  
Then since the harm is manifest,  
consent with willing mind:  
To rid your hands from such a sort,  
for Cat will after kind.  
And be not witched evermore,  
with their external sight:  
For why should men of Th'english pale,  
in such a Crew delight?  
Or eke repose such confidence,  
in that unhappy race:  
Since mischief lurketh oftentimes  
even in the smoothest face?  
Be not deceived, 
It is a true saying▪ prevent the worst and the best shall save itself.  prevent the worst,  
the best shall save themselves:  
And give not you, your lives to keep,  
to such dissembling Elves.  
Else if you do, (as practice proves,  
in these unconstant days:)  
You do but trust your mortal foes,  
and seek your own decay.  
This is my doom and counsel eke,  
embrace it who so can: 
Here the author reneweth his story and setteth out the operation of the Irish ground, which neither breedeth nor yet fostereth up in it any venomous beasts or worms.   
And to return unto my text,  
I dame it wisdom than.  
Within the compass of this land,  
no poisoning beast doth live:  
To Adder, Snake, nor Crocodile,  
no respite doth it give.  
Whereby the same repast may take  
to feed his appetite:  
But with a deadly piercing blow,  
each vermin it doth smite.  
As soon as they do touch the ground,  
even by and by they die:  
And hope of longer life to live,  
from every one doth fly.  

Ireland time past, had store of all kind of worms, serpents, and venomous beasts if fables be scriptures.  For where time past it did possess,  
each hurtful wicked beast:  
The hissing serpent with her mate,  
and worm of poison least.  
Yet now no such it will retain,  
it voucheth not to see:  
The Frog, the Toad, nor viper vile,  
within her bounds to be.  

Doubtful objections, whether process of time, or the power of Gods abbollished the serpents out of Ireland.  If time have changed thus the ground,  
I stand therein in doubt:  
Or whether that the Gods themselves,  
have driven those Serpents out.  
For things foreknown to mighty jove,  
which after should ensue:  
Or for preserving of some grafts,  
which there at that time grew.  
Or if perhaps they meant to place,  
the wandering Huntress there:  
Through hills & dales the wolf to chase,  
in stead of Savage Bear.  
Or if it were for junos' sake,  
who happy begg'de the same:  
In pasture for her new given Cow,  
(that Io. greekish dame.)  
Or if it hapte when thundering fame, 
Amongst sundry suppositions a very likely hood, opening the time of the worms exylement.   
did pierce the stately Skies:  
Affirming troops of mortal men,  
in warlike sort to rise.  
With engens framed for the nonce,  
the sacred turrets high:  
In maugre jove, and Ioues despite,  
by force and policy.  
To take, and make the same a place,  
mischances to expel:  
If afterward by fatal hap,  
should hap them aught but well.  
I think when as such brutes were made, 
The author yields his verdict and opinion, in this pretty tale.   
than gods both great and small:  
Consulted with th'infernal ghosts,  
and mountain Spirits withal.  
How and what sort they might repulse,  
or bring to small effect:  
The worlds intent that would so vile,  
dame Nature's laws reject.  
In which consult one stepped forth,  
(as far as I can guess:)  
Apollo was that reverend sire,  
chief in this business.  
Who said, you gods that rul doom hold,  
above the circled Sky:  
Let out the threats of fading men, 
Good counsel never yet hurted the receiver.   
your graces terrify.  

Mars confirmeth Apollo's saying, verifying his great wisdom, showing reason why they should exempt fear.  In sooth said Mars (whose curled looks,  
did shade a doughty face:)  
Apollo's council noble is,  
and fruitful in this case.  
For why should we that moulded man,  
of man be thus a frayed?  
Or for the sons of mortal men,  
so greatly be dismayed?  

The reason truly set down, for the abollyshing of fear.  If man by sleight should scale the heavens,  
we gods may think no wonder,  
To see the highest God of all,  
to spoil them by his Thunder.  
But if we would defer no time,  
for fear of worse haps:  
But shun asmuch as in us lieth  
the brunt of after claps.  

Bloody Mars overtwharteth Apollo, annichillating his reasons, giving contrary counsel to the confusion of the enemy.  Let worthy jove in Ireful rage,  
restrain them by his might:  
And suffer half his thunder bolts,  
upon their pates to light.  

* Apollo contending with Mars, manifesteth his notable wisdom in weighing the royal estate.  Peace (said Apollo) conqu'ryng Mars,  
that were not wisest lore:  
For jove to spend his warlike bolts,  
if you behold the store.  
And now the cicloppes are decayed  
(whose cunning science sure:  
Can make the seat of mighty jove,  
for ever to endure.)  
But if that ye will list awhile,  
and hearken my device:  
I will relate a better way,  
which doubtless may suffice.  
There be a Crew of mountain gods, 
The device of Apollo is here most excellent, who opens a mean to save both men and money.   
possessing earth below:  
Pray that their Godheades would a few,  
of Marshal men bestow.  
To keep (say ye) a little plat,  
in which is most mistrust:  
And through which the foreign foe  
perforce there travel must.  
For it is next the Arctic Pole,  
it hoves you keep it well:  
And no device may serve so fit,  
their malice to expel.  
Though god Apollo spoke full wise 
Mars addicted only to slauter gensaithe Apollo's counsel, objecting, it to be void of wisdoms forecast, not having regard to causalties that might ensue.   
Mars gan again reply:  
My sovereign Lords let reason yet,  
have superiority.  
Since Marshal knights have felt the taste,  
of Fortune's sweet and sour:  
As those that fight in Prince's cause,  
do taste it day and hour.  
How may the Gods that hills possess,  
grant this unjust request?  
Or who would deem Apollo sage,  
had folly in his breast?  
Know ye not in that savage soil, 
Mars showeth reason, why the Gods should reject Apollo's counsel, he sets out the whole rabble of ill beasts bred in the land.   
the Adder there to dwell?  
And see you not the Cockatrice,  
and slaying Serpent fell?  
Behold you not the Sloworme there,  
with vipers generation?  
May ye not see the Frog and Toad,  
there have their procreation?  
Cannot each wight (except the blind)  
the savage beasts perceive?  
As Lion, Wolf, and rau'nyng Bear,  
whose herds they oft deceive?  
The tamelesse Panther them amongst,  
With tigers cruel kind?  
The leopard with a thousand more,  
as Nature hath assigned?  

Mars makes here his conclusion.  How then may man have company, with  
this hurtful generation?  
Or sons of men with noisome worm's▪  
enjoy their consolation?  

Apollo confu●eth Mars and his Marshal reasons being once experimented in the mysteries of divinity having fore knowledge of jupiters' intent and purpose.  Why (said Apollo) angry Mars,  
each part may well agree:  
When as by jove each slaying beast▪  
abstracted thence shallbe.  
jove first shall banish quite the bests  
yea he shall clean destroy:  
The thing that might in any wise,  
the Soldiers ought annoy.  
And they debarred once from thence,  
in ●aufe Security:  
The Soldiers then in open field,  
by day and night may lie.  
To watch and ward, least Ireful foes,  
through Pilgrims ●lye pretence:  
Should unawares against the Gods,  
their warlike suit commence.  
Yea they may sleep in bush or hedge,  
for safety shall be such:  
As neither Snake nor Lion fierce  
their slombring corpses shall touch.  
A mantle may suffice to shroud, 
It appears by this, that Apollo was first devisor of the woodkarnes glibbe and mantel.   
their lethie naked skin:  
And hear long grown may serve full well,  
to lap their noddells in.  
In deed (said Mars) it may be so, 
Mars convicted by reason, concludes with Apollo.   
if jove thereto agree:  
But first 'tis meet that every hill,  
in level sort should be.  
Be whishte (O Mars) said thundering jove, 
jupiter to Mars in Apollo's praise, rate●●yng, that Apollo had respect, to dangers as well extant, as to those that might after follow.   
Apollo in degree:  
The second to my sacred self,  
I hold him next to be.  
Hath said, what might suffice each one,  
whose far forcasting wit:  
Preventeth dangers even at hand,  
as else not extant yet.  
Each hurtful beast that noisome is,  
I will command away:  
Not one shall rest the Mountain men,  
by any kind to fray.  
The croaking Toad that ugly seems,  
with Snakes and Adders fell:  
Shall be desmiste and sent forth with,  
to Pluto's ghosts in hell:  
To feed thereon, themselves to glut,  
sufficing hungry maw:  
Yea they themselves without constraint,  
themselves shall thither draw.  
Let therefore little Mountain Gods,  
a troop (as they may spare:)  
Of breachlesse men at all assays,  
both levy and prepare.  

The order of the Irish kar●es apparel, is here allowed by jupiter being first found out by Apollo.  With mantles down unto the Shoe,  
to lap them in by night:  
With spears and sword and little darts  
to shield them from despite.  
And let some have their breaches close,  
to nimble things annexte:  
With safer means to dance the Bogs,  
when they by foes are vexed.  

It is agreed upon, by consent of the Gods, that Woodkarne shall wear glibbed heads, signifying their monstrous malice, ireful hearts, and bloody hands, which most strictly they to this day do observe.  With glibbed heads like Mars himself,  
their malice to express:  
With Ireful hearts and bloody hands,  
soon prone to wickedness.  
jove spoke, 'twas done and I suppose,  
than Serpents were dismiste:  
And sent away, which to be true,  
now credit if ye list.  
(Again) the Irish young and old,  
presumeth for to say:  

* The Irish man, contrary to the former allegations prescisly saith that saint Patritke expulsed the venomous beasts out of Ireland, for which they have him at this day in great adoration.  Their saint (S. Patrick) was the man,  
that banishte them away.  
And therefore is S, Patrick held  
in passing admiration:  
Still worshipped of all that stock,  
with holy veneration.  
No beast that noyeth mortal man,  
is procreated there:  

A renewing again of the history.  It brings forth no Lion fear,  
nor yet the rau'nyng Bear.  
No beasts (I say) which do possess,  
one jot of cruel kind:  
Except the Wolf that nosome is, 
Great store of wolves in Ireland.   
in Irish soil I find.  
But as for other sorts of beasts, 
Ireland replenished with all kind of necessary and profitable cattle.   
delighting mortal eye:  
Therein consists her chiefest praise,  
who may it here deny?  
First for gallant stouring Steed,  
man's help at all assays:  
And next for Neat, whereby his life,  
is lengthened sundry ways.  
Dame Venus hath a portion eke,  
observing well her turn:  
Restoring that which tract of time,  
and withered age hath worn?  
What this should be my mistress dear,  
can construe very well:  
Who using it in time of need,  
sore combattes doth refel  
And now as touching feathered Fowls, 
Plenty of all kind of wild foul in Ireland whatsoever may be named.   
and birds of each degree:  
The number doth extend so far,  
that 'tis too hard for me.  
The multitude thereof to know,  
or show in plain prospect:  
Because I am no God at all,  
my cunning hath defect.  
Of hawks which retaining sundry names, 
Ireland hath great store of hawks 〈◊〉 in it.   
the Country store doth breed:  
Whose names if Patience will abide,  
in order shall proceed.  

The names of the Hawks that are bred in Ireland with their estemations orderly which are in number seven.  The goshawk first of the Crew,  
deserves to have the name:  
The Falcon next for high attempts,  
in glory and in fame.  
The Tarsell then ensueth on,  
good reason 'tis that he:  
For flying hawks in Ireland next  
the Falcon placed should be.  
The Tarsell gentles course is next,  
the fourth peer of the land:  
Combined to the Falcon, with  
a lovers friendly band.  
The pretty Marlion is the fifth,  
to her the Sparhauke next,  
And then the jacke and Musket last,  
by whom the birds are vexed.  
These are the Hawks which chiefly breed,  
in fertile Irish ground:  

The Irish Hawks peerless, for speediness of wing.  Whose match for flight and speedy wing,  
elsewhere be hardly found.  
(And to conclude) of feathered fowls,  
there breeds the chief of all:  

Many Eagles in Ireland.  A mighty foul, a goodly bird,  
whom men do Eagle call.  
This build her nest in highest top,  
of all the Oaken tree:  
Or in the craftiest place, whereof  
in Ireland many Bee.  
Not in the bounds of English pale,  
which is a civil place:  
But in the devils Arse, a Peake,  
where Rebels most embrace.  
For as this foul and all the rest,  
are wild by Nature's kind:  
So do they keep in wildest Nokes  
and there men do them find.  
For like to like the Proverb saith, 
The old saying is here found true, that like loveth like.   
the leopard with the Bear:  
Doth live in midst of deserts rude  
and none doth other fear.  
For as the Irish Karne be wild,  
in manners and in fashion:  
So do these fowls inhabit, with  
that crooked generation.  
Yet when as they are taken young,  
(though wild they be by kind:)  
Instructed through the Fauconers' lure, 
By policy brute beasts are brought to a peaceable order of living, serving and obaiing man orderly in their nature and kind, yea the very fowls of the air and beasts of the field, have a certain kind of reverence and fear, towards those whom they consider do work them any good, but only these monsters of the world, these pernicious members of Satan, these wretched wretches have no consideration, nor yet bear any kindly affection towards (her Majesty) whose mercy doth preserve them, whose gracious favour doth protect them, whose royalty not only wisheth them good, but also doth them good, not for a day, a week, a month, or a year, but continually, for if her Grace would their subversion, if then she had but said the word only, judge what had followed (even utter desolation) which thing, these blind Idiot's do not or at least will not see or consider, O ingratitude most intolerable, and blindness irrecuperable.   
by trial good I find.  
That they do come as 'twere at beck,  
and when as they do call:  
She scarce will stint on twig or bow,  
till on his fist she fall.  
Thus they obey their tutor's hests  
and do degenerate:  
From wildness that belonged to,  
their forepossessed state.  

No policy, wisdom or cunning, scarce aldreth the wild Wodkarnes crooked nature.  But Irish Karne unlike these fowls,  
in burthe and high degree:  
No chaunglyng are they love nowhit,  
in Civil state to be,  

* In steed of civility, Woodkarne use villainy.  They pass not for civility,  
nor care for wisdoms lore:  

* The felicity, that Irish karne do most of all rejoice in.  Sin is their chief felicity,  
whereof they have the store.  
And if perhaps a little Ape,  
be taken from the Hen:  
And brought from Bogs to champion ground,  
such things hap now and then.  

The sow returns to the mire, and the dog to his vomit again.  Yea though they were in Court trained up,  
and years there lived ten:  
Yet do they look to shaking bogs,  
scarce proving honest men.  
And when as they have won the Bogs,  
such virtue hath that ground:  

This hath been to well proved true in these late days.  That they are worse than wildest Karne,  
and more in sin abound.  

* An exclamation upon Saint Patrick, chief Saint in Ireland.  O holy saint, O holy man,  
O man of God I say:  
O Patrick chief of all these Karne  
if I speak to thee I may.  
What moved thee, the wriggling Snake,  
and other worms to kill?  
What caused thee on silly beasts,  
to work thy cruel will?  
What thing incensed thee for to strike,  
them with thy heavy hand?  
When as thou leftest more spiteful beasts, 
Irish kerns more hurtful than Serpents.   
within this fertile land.  
Thou smotest the Serpents venomous,  
and Furies didst subvert:  
And yet the footers of the bogs, 
Saint Patrick's preachings, could never bring Woodkarne to holy perfection of life.   
couldst thou no whit convert?  
Couldst thou not bring them to thy bend,  
nor bow them like a Bow?  
Doth not the parson teach his Clerk,  
his duty for to know?  
But thou good man enstructedst them, 
Saint Patrick is here excused, who doubtless took great pain and labour, if it had been possible to have made Woodkarne be come religious Saints.   
in school of virtues lore:  
Though they thy holy counsels did,  
like graceless grafts abhor.  
Thou tookest pain them to reduce,  
unto a godly state:  
But could thy means prevail where jove, 
No strength may prevail whom God doth withstand, no physic can cure, whom God in his ire striketh, showing that God hath given up Woodkarne to a reprobate sense infecting them also with an incurable botch.   
smites with a cureless fate?  
Can Physics art restore the lame,  
or make the blind to see?  
When as the Lord of hosts doth say,  
this wretch was plagued by me?  
No, no, I dare avow the same,  
do Physic what it can:  
In each respect it must confess, 
signifying it is mere madness to strive against the lord god. Ireland hath no Pies breeding in i●.   
itself a mortal man.  
No Pies to pluck the Thatch from house,  
are breed in Irish ground:  

Better it were to have Pies then prowlers.  But worse than Pies, the same to burn,  
a thousand may be found.  
Which will not stick without remorse,  
whole towns for to devour:  

Where Irish karne have superiority, there they commit all things to fire and sword, as house, corn, and cattle, men, women and children. 

O viperous Woodkarne,  
right sons of the devil:  
A hanging come to you,  
rewarding your evil.  
A poor only hanging,  
for this pestilent brood:  
Both hanging & drawing,  
were for them to good.    Committing house and household stuff,  
to Sulphers mighty power.  
Consuming corn and cattle both  
(O heavy tale to tell)  
Like Satan's imps regarding nought,  
the endless pains of hell.  
Who being grown to sappy strength,  
long norishte in their sin:  

By murdering, spoiling and burning, Woodkarne hope to come to heaven, but it must be by a ha●ter.  Suppose by playing of such parts,  
eternal joys to win.  

By murdering, spoiling and burning, Woodkarne hope to come to heaven, but it must be by a ha●ter.  O pleasant land deformed through,  
the life of Irish Karne:  

The glory of Ireland wholly extinguished, through Irish karnes living.  O perverse flock that hell nor heaven,  
from living ill many warn.  
O fretting Boars more bloodier than  
the Wolf, or savage bear:  

* An exclamation drawn from the depth of the heart, wherein the author seemeth to bewail the deformation of the land by or through the lives of these rebellious Woodkarne.  Was never beast more brutish, like  
less void of sovereigns' fear.  

* Irish karne brutisher than beasts.  No men so bare of heavenly grace,  
more foes to Country's soil:  
Nor traitors that do more rejoice,  
when they their neighbour's spoil.  

No men more graceless than Woodkarne, none greater foes to their country, nor yet any that rejoice more in unhappiness than they.  No monsters loving less peace,  
delighting more in war:  
Nor Rebels seeking feller ways,  
a common wealth to mar.  

* Woodkarnes arms artificially displayed.  No wight regarding virtue less,  
more prone to sinful lust: 
Woodkarne of all creatures lest regardeth virtue, being given wholly to wicked sensuality and lust, they are of least credit under heaven a notable commendaiton.   
Nor creatures living under heaven,  
that men may worser trust.  

* God's grace must support where man can do no good.  God turn them to a better life:  
reforming whattes a miss,  
For man may not comprice the same,  
'tis not in hands of his.  
If cunning had prevailed aught,  
or toil might win the game:  
Then Sidney had through labours pain, 
Sir Henry Sidneys endeavour in reducing of Ireland.   
long since achieved the same.  
If execution of the Laws,  
could make them to repent: 
Two things practised by Sir Henry Sidney, drawing the Irishrie to a conformity of good living, that is to say, judgement and mercy.   
Or Prince's grace ablating crimes  
might c●use their hearts relent.  
Then doubtless he had been of force,  
whose careful care was such:  
As peace to win to Irish soil,  
he deemed no travail much,  

* Sir Henry's care, wisdom and policy, could not bring the Woodkarne to a better order and conformity of living.  But care he takes both night and day,  
and means that he did use:  
Might make this graceless cursed race,  
their evil lives refuse.  

* Mark here the obstinacy of these wodkarne which by how much le●itie they are better used ordered, and governed, by so much the more wilfulness, frowardness and stubborness, they are alienated, and enstranged from all good discipline, and loyal obedience, a most evident sign and token of an untoward generation.  The more he seeketh them to win  
the further of they stray:  
As imps that do detest to walk  
the high and pleasant way:  
I cease I cease more to relate,  
their stratagems to show:  
Till place and space and heavenly grace,  
shall fit time bestow.  
And to conclude this foremost part  
herein I make an end:  
Supposing loyal subjects minds  
in nought I do offend.  
Though pictures, and protractours made,  
by Painters cunning skill:  
With gestures of the Irish Karne  
set out by quiu'ryng quill.  
I published have, whereby the world  
may know their inclination:  
As how they pass for wicked life,  
the synfulste generation.  
And if for want of better art,  
some things I pretermitte:  
Which rightly here to this discourse,  
might be adjoined fit.  

A reasonable request to be granted in consideration of the pains.  Let patience Lordings yet supply,  
the things so done amiss:  
Or let correcting of the faltes,  
amend that faltie is.  
At least declare when you have red,  
in what I have offended:  
And if it resteth in my hands,  
it shallbe then amended,  
FINIS.   

The Prologue to the second part.  
SInce sacred jove whose royal throne,  
is placed in circled Skies:  
Beholdeth things far distant thence,  
with view of godly eyes.  
And seeing that the Lord doth guide,  
each thing with heavenly might:  
As well the Son and orient day,  
as Moon in frosty night.  
Conducting them as seems him best,  
disposing all at will:  
Whereby his creatures diversly,  
his pleasure might fulfil.  
Support good God with heavenly grace,  
my pen for to relate:  
The second part that doth belong,  
unto the Irish state.  
Illuminate my senses all,  
that I may rightly tell:  
The nature of the Irish Karne,  
as how they do rebel.  
And every thing to show aright,  
thou Lord direct my course:  
And lead me to Thelysian fields,  
by thy triumphant force.  
I seek no help of foreign Gods,  
nor aid of such a crew:  
Because to trust in senseless things,  
small comfort can ensue.  
But thy good aid is that I crave,  
wherefore grant me the same:  
That I by it may have the strength,  
a pleasant verse to frame.  
And in the same a matter fit,  
applied to the thing:  
Which is the chiefest cause whereof,  
my silly verse doth spring.  
FINIS.   

The second part of the Image of Ireland.  

THough that the royal soil,  
and fertile Irish ground:  
With thousand sundry pleasant things,  
most nobly do abound.  
Though that the land be free,  
from vipers generation:  
As in the former part I made,  
a perfect declaration.  
Though that the earth I say,  
be bliss with heavenly things:  
And though 'tis like the fragrant flower,  
in pleasant May that springs.  
Yet when I did behold,  
those which possess the same:  
Their manners loathsome to be told,  
as irksome for to name.  
I meruailde in my mind,  
and thereupon did muse:  
To see a Bride of heavenly hew,  
an ugly Fear to choose.  
This Bride it is the Soil,  
the Bridegroom is the Karne,  
With writhed glibbes like wicked Spirits, 
The description of the Irishman, aswell of the Lords, as of the galliglasse and horseboy fully set out.   
with visage rough and stern.  
With skulls upon their Paul'S,  
in stead of civil Caps:  
With spears in hand and sword by sides,  
to bear of after claps.  
With jackets long and large,  
which shroud simplicity:  
Though spitful darts which they do bear  
import iniquity.  

The Irish Karnes apparel most lively set out.  Their shirts be very strange,  
not reaching passed the thy;  
With pleates on pleates they pleated are,  
as thick as pleates may lie.  
Whose sleeves hang trailing down  
almost unto the Shoe:  
And with a mantel commonly,  
the Irish Karne do go.  
Now some amongst the rest,  
do use an other weed:  
A coat I mean of strange device,  
which fancy first did breed.  
His skirts be very short,  
with pleates set thick about,  
And Irish trouzes more to put,  
their strange protractours out   

Lo lordings here the draft,  
set out in open view:  
For by instructions I am taught.  
false forgynges to eschew▪   

Like as their weeds be strange,  
and monstrous to behold:  
So do their manners far surpass, 
Woodkarnes manners are more strau●ger than his apparel.   
them all a thousand fold.  
For they are termed wild,  
Woodkarne they have to name:  
And marvel not though strange it be,  
for they dosarne the same.  
In manners they be rude,  
and monst●rous eke in fashion:  
Their dealings also do bewray, 
The fruit showeth the goodness of the tree, approving all Woodkarne, strong thieves for to be.   
a crooked generation.  
For why, they fear not God,  
nor honour yet their Prince: 
* Irish Rebbelles fear neither god nor man.   
Whom by the laws of mighty jove  
they ought to reverence.  
Each thief would be a Lord, 
The haughty hearts of Woodkarne desire rule doom, but they shall have a rope.   
to rule even by a beck,  
The faithful subjects often times  
they shorten by the neck. 
* The Rebbelles' envy toward a good Subject, whereto many be joined, the affection of a pernicious Papist, toward a true Christian.   
And those that would be true,  
to God and to the Crown:  

* Mark the most pestilent nature of the wild villainous Woodkarne.  With fire and sword, and deep despite,  
they pluck such subjects down  

* Woodkarne are ●s grasshoppers, and Caterpillars to their country, and people.  Thus they be mortal foes,  
unto the Common wealth:  
Maintaining rackhells at their heels,  
through detestable stealth.  
They harp upon one string,  
and therein is their joy:  
When as they find a subtle sleight, 
The joy of rebbelles is in plaguing of true men.   
to work true men's annoy.  
For mischeefis the game,  
wherein they do delight:  

Spoiling and burning is the Irish karnes renown.  As eke they hold it great renown  
to burn and spoil by night.  
When time yields true men ease,  
such rest they pretermitte:  

Woodkarnes exercises when true men take rest, to rob burn and murder, when true men take rest, with fire sword and axcesse, these traitors are pressed, they take no compassion of men children nor wives, but joy when they do them, deprive of their lives.  And give themselves to other arts,  
for their behoof more fit.  
To wound the harmless sort,  
it is the Karnishe guise:  
And other some to stifle quite,  
in slumbering bed that lies.  
another sort they spoil,  
even naked to the skin:  
And leave him nothing for to wrap,  
his naked body in.  

Irish karne seldom leave any thing worth the bearing away behind them, but either they take it or else do set it on fire.  They leave no kind of thing,  
that may be borne away:  
The pot, the pan, the Horse, the Cow,  
and much more may I say.  
Now things that are to sad,  
that may suppress their power:  
They do commit to flames of fire,  
the same for to devour.  

* The stolen poor Cow must be knocked down as soon as they come home, to make the thieves a feast.  And when they have their lust,  
the silly captive beast:  
Must presently be knocked down,  
to make the knaves a feast.  

The woodkarnes Cooks.  But who shallbe the Cook:  
it is no question here:  
Nor for the Pantlers chipped loves, 
Bread seldomly used amongst Wodkar●e.   
they ask for once a year.  
Each knave will play the Cook,  
to stand his Lord in steed:  
But tag and rag will equal be  
when chiefest Rebel feed. 
Master and man all one at eating of meat   
Well, beeves are knocked down,  
the Butchers play their part,  
though take each one the entrails forth,  
the Liver with the Heart. 
A most perfect description of Irish horse boys eating their meat.   
And being breathing new,  
th'unwashen Puddyngs they:  
Upon the coals or embers hot,  
for want of Gredyron lay.  
And scarce not half enough,  
(draff serue●h well for Hogs:)  
They take them up and fall thereto,  
like rau'nyng hungry Dogs.  
Devouring gut and limine, 
The rudeness of horse boys is herein set open, who fill them with driffe draff, farewell the good token.   
no part doth come a miss:  
Whose lips & chaps which blood do swim,  
most true report is this.  
As for the greatest Karne, 
Behold here the difference twixt Karne and their men, the Karne have the best meat, the horse boys eat then, of inmeates and puddings, which to luck is imputed, their lips with green onytment being foully polluted.   
they have the chiefest stuff:  
Though dirty tripes and offals like  
please underknaves enoufe.  
Whereof they part do roast,  
and other some they boil:  
Thus what between the sodde and roast,  
fierce hunger they assoil.  
No table there is spread, 
The very order of the wild Irish, their sitting, table, dishes, and cushions described O brave swinish fashion found our amongst hogs. Deserving for manners to sit amongst dogs.   
they have no courtlike guise,  
The earth sometimes stands then in steed  
whereon their victual lies.  
Their Coushens are of Straw,  
of Rushes or of hay:  
Made banckesetwise with withies,  
their tails to underlaie.  
Their Platters are of wood,  
by cunning Turner's made.  
But not of Pewter (credit me,)  
as is our English trade.  

The order of Wodkarne is to have a Friar bless him and all his household before he sits down.  Now ere the Lordesitts down,  
with concubine or wife:  

* Irish Karne every year once or twice peradventure make exchange of their wives, as they like them so will they keep them, for they will not be bound to them.  (Whereof he often makes exchange,  
in compass of his life.)  
Before he takes his room,  
a Friar doth begin:  
To bless the Rebel with his wife,  
the place and thieves therein.  
Which when he blessed hath,  
in highest place of all:  
The Cheeftaine than this traitorous knave,  
like honest man doth stall.  

Friars have chiefest and highest rooms at feasts amongst the Irishrie, and why should not we give them like honour at the gallows.  And next his Surgeon he,  
doth set at friars side:  
And then himself his room enjoyth  
adorned with his Bride.  
(In fine) the hetlishe rout.  

* Like unto like said the Devil to the Collier.  like lucky fellows met:  
Do sit them down on straw or ground,  
their victuals for to get.  
Long stabbers pluck they forth, 
A Foyner of three quarters of a yard long, is the Woodkarnes knife.   
in steed of handsome knives:  
And with the same they slash me out,  
good God what pretty shives.  
Not shives of bread I mean.  
for that were very rare:  
But gobbes of flesh not boiled enough,  
which is their common fare.  
Their chiefest drink is Milk, 
The Irish man's drink.   
for want of Milk, the broth:  
They take which thing the Surgeon swears, 
A thing of necessity proved to be physic, having his confirmation upon the oath of a perjured caitiff Karne.   
is Physic by his troth.  
And if that broth be scant,  
yet water is at hand:  
For every River yields enough,  
within that goodly land:  
Again if Fortune faunth,  
or on them chance to smile:  
She fills them then with Vskebeaghe, 
Vskebeaghe, is Aquanite.   
and wine an other while.  
O that is cheer in fowls,  
it beautifith the feast:  
And makes them look with drunken nolls,  
from most unto the least.  
Now when their guts be full,  
then comes the pastime in:  
The Bard and Harper melody, 
The Woodthives love mirth after meat.   
unto them do begin.  
This Bard he doth report,  
the noble conquests done, 
A Bard and a Rhymer is all one.   
And eke in Rhymes shows forth at large, 
The Bard by his Rhymes hath as great force amongst Woodkarne to persuade, as the eloquent oration of a learned Orator amongst the civil people.   
their glory thereby won.  
Thus he at random runneth,  
he pricks the Rebels on:  
And shows by such external deeds,  
their honour lies upon.  

The policy of the Bard to incense the Rebels to do mischief, by repeating then forefathers acts, O crafty Apostle as holy as a Devil.  And more to stir them up,  
to prosecute their ill:  
What great renown their fathers got,  
they show by Rhyming skill.  
And they most gladsome are,  
to hear of Parent's name:  

Mark how apt and prone these thieves are to do mischief, in which is verified the saying that is witten, like as the father is, such is the son, knave father and knave son, to the twenty generation.  As how by spoiling honest men,  
they won such endless fame.  
Wherefore like graceless grafts,  
sprung from a wicked tree:  
They grow through daily exercise,  
to all iniquity.  
And more t'augment the flame,  
and rancour of their heart:  

A wicked man never wants ill counsel.  The Friar of his councils vile,  
to rebels doth impart.  

The Friar persuades the Rebels that it is an high work of charity, to kill loyal Subjects, which thing they believe though never found on scripture, O ghostly Friar as innocent as judas.  Affirming that it is,  
an almose deed to God:  
To make the English subjects taste,  
the Irish Rebels rod.  
To spoil, to kill, to burn,  
this friars council is:  
And for the doing of the same,  

* Behold the plaguy counsel of a pocky Friar, the very fruit of Papistry.  he warrants heavenly bliss.  
He tells a holy tale,  

* This flattering Friar promiseth to the Rebels everlasting life, if they perceiver in rebelling against the (Queen.)  the white he turns to black:  
And through the pardons in his Male,  
he works a knavish Knack.   

Behold the self same thing,  
set forth by carvers Art:  
With pictures framed prettily,  
expounding every part.   

2  
When Friars tale is done,  
and Rebels weighed have: 
The end of the friars oration, is the beginning of rebellion, he is a sharp spur to make them gallop headlong to all kind of mischiefs, and last to the gallows and devil of hell.   
The circumstance of every word  
reported by the knave.  
From supper than they rise,  
with friars blessing, they  
Unto the English borders next,  
do take their onward way. 
* The Karne go forth with the friars blessing to spoil loyal subiecttes, but look what ensueth.   
And all in warlike wise,  
the Borders they invade:  
Supposing subjects for to quell,  
by force of Irish blade.  
But lo whom traitors serve, 
Whom the Friar doth bless, them doth God curse, bringing their wicked purposes to a wonderful end.   
deceives them now and then:  
Deliu'ryng them and all their strength,  
captives to loyal men.  
For loving subjects rise,  
the Captain with his band:  
With strokes do load these filching thieves  
as long as they may stand.  
The pray the rescue is, 
The pray is recovered to the Rebel's damage.   
and woodkarne buys it dear:  
For heads are swapped from shoulders quite, 
Sweet● meat must have sour sauce.   
a sauce to stealing cheer.  
Whose heads are taken up,  
their triumph to declare.  
And more to make their doings known,  

As a notable Rebel had in his life time greater dignity than many of like profession, so being dead, his head receives a more stately place of exaltation.  to Dublin they them bear:  
Now if it were a Thief,  
which had a bloody hand:  
Or if he were as rank a knave,  
as liu'th within the land.  
His head is poled up,  
upon the Castle high:  

Such Astronomers God send us enough daily.  Behiding stars, as though he were,  
in high Astronomy.  

Now God be thanked heedless Woodkarne are not to be feared, fortune goeth beionde their expectations, which bringeth Rebels with all their revels to shame and dishonour.  Their bodies lacking life,  
are left unto their friends:  
To bear away, as to deplore,  
their luckless fatal ends.  
Thus heedless they return,  
from whence they did proceed:  
Receiving for their proud attempts,  
a traitors rightful meed.  

The Friar mourns for the loss of his poor Woodkarne, he curseth as black as pitch their oppressors.  The Friar seeing this,  
laments that luckless part:  
And curseth to the pit of hell,  
the death man's sturdy heart:  

The kindness of the Friar towards the Rebels after their death, by purchasing their pardons, with book, bell, and candle, which thing artificially the knave doth handle.  Yet for to quite them with,  
the Friar taketh pain:  
For all the sins that ere he did,  
remission to obtain.  
And therefore serves his book,  
the Candle and the Bell:  
But think you that such Apishetoys, 
* A notable question which demands, if pardons from Rome, may bring damned souls from hell.   
bring damned souls from hell,  
It longs not to my part,  
infernal things to know:  
But I believe till latter day,  
they rise not from below.  
Yet hope that Friars give, 
friars persuasions cause Rebelies still to persever in rebellion, O blind fools, to believe all that Papistical monkish momes tell you to be Scripture, when in the end they seek your utter destruction and desolation.   
to this rebelling rout:  
If that their souls should chance in hell,  
to bring them quickly out.  
Doth make them lead such lines  
as neither God nor man:  
Without revenge for their deserts  
permit or suffer can.  
Thus Friars are the cause, 
The Friars in Ireland, are chiefest instruments of Irish disturbance, they are the only spur to prick them onward to rebel against the Queen, procuring the means of their utter destruction, being the head wellspring of all sin and wickedness.   
the Fountain and the Spring,  
Of hurleburles in this land,  
of each unhappy thing.  
They cause them to rebel,  
against their (sovereign queen)  
And through rebellion often times  
their lives do vanish clean.  
So as by friars means,  
in whom all folly swim:  
The Irish Karne do often lose,  
the life with head and limb.  

Rebels bewitched or deluded by sathan, measure not their own estate by other men's harms, or calamities, but still march forward in the pursuit of sin, till they come to like end of destruction.  Yet that availeth not,  
they so bewitched are:  
The loss of friends cannot dissuade,  
the rest from mortal war.  
But still they busy are,  
league Subjects to disease:  
Their native country for to spoil,  
and Princs to displease.  

As by obaiing the Prince, there springeth rest, peace, and tranquillity, so, in displeasing her Grace, groweth trouble, vexation, confusion, and death.  In pleasing whom is rest,  
and thereof riseth gain:  
As in displeasing of her grace,  
procureth nought but pain.  
They raise still fearcer war,  

* The Karne go still on in their malice, growing from petty felony to main treason.  and march in warlike wise:  
Unto the field, with sword and spear,  
which Mars did first devise.  

* They boast of their manhood.  They brag to fight it out,  
their quarrel just to try:  

* They vow, the English hosts destruction.  They swear that all the Princ's friends, through bloody sword shall die.  
Thus in their rage they fret,  
and in their moods do fume:  

The success of reckless enterprises.  Whereof do rise a sudden plague,  
these traitors to consume.  

The celerity of Sir Henry Sidney, to encounter with the Rebels.  Our valiant Sidney Lord,  
who governs Irish soil:  
Doth post himself with Marshal knights  
those bragging beasts to coil.  

The noble stomach of the Captains described.  And Captains they do vow,  
who did the heavens create:  
Their hands should strike the warlike stroke,  
Karnes courage to abate.  

The courage of the Soldiers lively expressed, who had rather than their lives be upon the jackets of these fif king and shipping Rebels.  The Soldiers do rejoice,  
to see that happy day:  
In which Calivers vaunting foes,  
their just reward may pay.  
And many Ireland Lords, 
* Recommendation of the good subjects of Ireland, their fidelity, loyalty, and service to their Prince is described.  being faithful to the Crown:  
Protest through force of horse and spear,  
those craking Knaves shall down.  
The pot now gins to seethe,  
the fire is so great:  
And Smith assays with mighty sleadge,  
the Iron hot to beat. 
The dai● of ●●ttai●e is appointed, if wodkarne will abide it.   
The day appointed is,  
the place likewise assigned:  
The messenger he trotteth forth, 
In this is manifestly proved how the Lord deputy attempteth nothing unadvisedly, either in rearing up of war or in putting it down, whereby the Irishrie might find any occasion of rebellion, or cause to rebel, for being come into the field in hostile array, yet before he soundeth to the battle, mercifully allureth them to submit themselves to the Queen's good Grace, who refusing this offer, falling upon them, showeth no mercy or compassion, whose eye doth neither pity them, nor yet his hand spare them, but like a most severe warrior, executeth the function and office appertaing to war   
to know the rebels mind.  
Who makes his back return,  
with answer of the foe:  
And word for word as he did speak,  
he doth relate it so.   

Again behold the thyng●  
in figures well requited:  
Expounding briefly every point,  
that was even now recited.   

3  
Now forward march our host,  
in battle ray beset:  
Who with courageous hearts goes on,  
the Karne to pay their debt.  
Against whom comes the Karne,  
far of in warlike wise:  

The march of the Irishry and their notable brags being far from their enemies, wherein they discover openly their courageous dasterly hearts.  With three and three in ranks be●et,  
to do some enterprise.  
They make a goodly show,  
till near they come at hand:  
They set themselves most lively forth,  
like conquerors of the land.  
But when they are in reach,  
or compass of the bow:  

The stately courage of the Rebels, is soon put down, at sight of our Prince's host.  Doth not the view of Prince's host,  
Karnes courage overthrow?  
Their pride God wots must suage,  
where fear doth pluck it down:  

Fear a suppresser of the sturdiest Rebels heart.  What Rebel would not stand aghast,  
to meet the royal crown.  

The order of the Irish war is plainly set out, who leaving the order of battle ray, being near the combat, fall into a cluster, therein they suppose their safety to consist●, making a most terrible noise of crying to terrify (if it were possible) the whole host of English men.  Now warlike ray they leave,  
and on a heap they clung:  
Supposing safer for to be,  
as better foes repunge.  
And with a mighty cry,  
our host they do invade:  
But soon repulsed back again,  
by warriors piercing blade.  
The Trumpets sound me forth,  
the scirmishe to reveal:  
And murdering guns their secret grudge  
no further may conceal.  
Here bullets fly abroad,  
there dar●es again are sent:  
And blow for blow in recompense,  
to either part is lent.  
The horsemen scours the coast:  
with shaking spears in hand:  
And Rebels which before did boast, 
Uaunting Woodkarne do first give back.   
now gin to fly the land.  
Still sound the trumpets forth,  
each soldiers heart to cheer:  
And captains with two edged swords,  
do give the traitors gear.  
Here lies a rebels head,  
from shoulders taken quite: 
Under these 〈◊〉 titles, the valour of all our English Captains are expressed.   
And here the Lions tearing paws  
on woodkarnes costard light.  
The Griphon here assays,  
to have his manhood known:  
Whose valour hath sufficiently.  
from time to time been shown.  
The Eagle with the rest,  
no lesser honour hath:  
When as his bill and talons both,  
in rebels blood he hath. 
O Soldiers of renown shield you from mischance, which do in spite of Irish karne, your Country's praise advance.   
And all the lusty youths,  
belonging to the train:  
To purchase fame by Marshal acts,  
their azure veins do strain.  
Now go the foes to wrack, 
Woodkarne must needs sweat, for their labour is great.   
the Karne apace do sweat:  
And bag Pipe then in stead of Trump, 
* The piper seeing the Karne to have the worst end of the staff, do lull the Irish retreat.   
do lull the back retreat.  
Who ears the Bagpipe now,  
the pastime is so hot:  
Our valiant Captains will not cease, 
Commendations worthy of right, to be long to our English Captains, who never shrincketh, but with great valour and manhood tarrieth the final end of the battle.   
till that the field be got.  
But still they forward pierce,  
upon the glibbed rout:  
And with their weapons meet for war,  
these vaunting foes they clout.  
Lo yet behold a Knight,  
our Princes proved friend:  
In armour ready for to fight,  
the quarrel so to end.  

No danger ought to be eschewed, nor labour refused, in the defending our prince and Country's cause.  This seeks by warlike means,  
his credit to augment:  
And for his Prince and country's sake,  
his Pistol forth is sent.  
Which doth relate the cause,  
of her exceeding Ire.  

The controversy of a Prince devoureth like the flames of fire.  As how her just conceived wrath,  
surpass the flames of fire.  
That may not be extinct,  
(signs verify the same:)  

The anger of a prince ceaseth not till he hath brought his purpose to perfection.  Till cutting sword and piercing spear,  
Rebelling foes do tame.  
Here lies a breechlesse Knave,  
smote just from coursers back:  
Thus through the soldiers doughty hearts,  
the Woodkarne go to wrack:  

The Irish Karnes hearts now more and more do faint.  Now faint the ugly beasts,  
for Lion plagues them so:  
As they are like to Bedlam folk,  
that wot not what to do.  

Irish Woodkarne had rather fli● then fight, and good reason they have so to do, for who would take blows if he can shun them.  To fly they dare assay,  
for so they think it best:  
As for to stand to fight it out,  
their souls do it detest.  
Their hearts are mollified,  
with fear they are oppressed:  
And now they wail the thing which wrought  
them this unquiet rest. 
Mark Traiters in the midst of battle is no place to repent.   
But will repentance serve? 
* A notable question that demands, if the repentance of ● vile catrife, and rebellious Wodkarne, may satisfy the Injuries committed against our Queen.   
I put herein a case:  
Or may it satisfy the wrong,  
done to her (noble grace?)  
When Lion once is stirred,  
he by and by doth rage:  
And 'twill be long who knows it not,  
before his anger suage.  
And when he once begins, 
A similitude of the lion.   
to show his Princely force:  
He stintes not till he tournth his foes,  
into a breathless corpse.  
Even so the Irish Karne, 
The Prince's pleasure put in execution by Sir Henry Sidney.   
which do our Queen provoke:  
Do thoroughly feel by Sidneiss hand,  
the weight of lions stroke.  
For why? he nails them down,  
he strikes them in the chase:  
When gentleness prevaileth not, 
Bygour is meetest where clemency availeth not.   
than rigour taketh place.  
And rigour being shown,  
the terror of the same:  
Perforce doth make them celebrate, 
That which is done by compulsion, is no go●ama●cie.   
her thrice (renowned name.)  
But than it is too late,  
for justice cometh in: 
justice and fortitude yields Rebels their hire.   
With Fortitude that (worthy wight,)  
to contribute their sin.  

The soldiers wreck their anger and displeasure upon the poor Irish karne without all pity.  They prosecute the chase,  
pursuing fas●e the foe:  
And with their weapons framed to war,  

O hard hearted men that takes pity of none.  the Karne they overthrow.  
Here lieth a pack of Karne,  
distract of limb and life:  

Woodkarne abides the brunt of fortune.  Here headless Knaves abide the bront,  
of warriors mortal knife.  
The Karne receive the foil,  
being overcome by might:  

Irish Karne fight with their heels with greater courage, then with their hands.  And for the saving of their lives,  
each one doth take his flight.  

The piper and his bagpipe laid both flat on the ground.  The Bagpipe cease to play,  
the Piper lies on ground:  
And here a sort of glibbed thieves,  
devoid of life are found.  

* The Woodkarnes legs must help them when hands will not serve them.  Now fly whose luck is best,  
the luckless man let stay:  
And now bewail thou Irish Karne,  
thy hapless hap I say.  

Very good counsel given to the remnant of Woodkarne, warning them how they do attempt any thing preiudicall to the honour of the Crown.  Lament thy woeful state,  
deplore thy fatal chance:  
And warefull be against (our Queen,)  
how ye yourselves advance.  
Yea good advice take,  
before you do provoke;  

As the Lion is feared, and reverenced of all the beasts in the Forest, so ought ● King to be feared and loved of his subjects within his Realm.  The Lion for no mortal wight,  
his purpose may revoke.  
For as he is the Prince,  
and king of every beast:  
So would he have obedience shown,  
from most unto the least.  
Else if you should repunge, 
The reward of Rebellion is death.   
against his noble mind:  
You might expect at hands of his,  
nought else but death to find.  
Let this a lesson be, 
A caviat for Woodkarne.   
to this Rebelling rout:  
To Macke, and O. to Rorie Ogge,  
to all the Traitors stout.  
Let Brian's fall suffice, 
Good reason that the Ass' calamity should make the Fox to be ware.   
let Wolf and Fox beware:  
How with the noble Lion they,  
the gotten pray do share.  
Still sound the trumpets forth,  
the foe to terrify:  
And Soldiers with courageous hearts,  
upon the Karne do fly. 
The cord that rebellion did bind, may not be loused by any means, but by the ingen of death.   
The Karne apace do fall,  
like leaves through blustering wind:  
And may nowhit unlose the cord,  
that they themselves did bind.  
Bohbowe now cry the knaves, 
* The Irish Karnes cry.   
and lullalowe the Karne:  
And English youths a cavate send,  
rebelling foes to warn.  
Here part do take the Bogs, 
The remnant of the unslain Wodkarne, do part take the Bogs, and other some the Wood   
and some the woods retain:  
And other being heedless made,  
like witless Geese remain.  

Irish colts are tamed by the snaffie of war.  Thus vaunting foes are tamed,  
by glives of warlike youths:  
Receiving strokes in steed of medes,  
for their inconstant truths.  

English men return Conquerors  The victors do return,  
they have their hearts delight:  
For Woodkarne they are knocked down,  
the rest are put to flight.  
Untruste remaineth not one,  
which may the least annoy:  
For winds are styled by mighty jove,  
O cause of endless joy.  

Sir Henry Sidney is worthily renowned for prudence and magnanimity.  Sir Henry is renowned,  
with fame unto the Sky:  
And is received to Dublin town,  
praised for his chivalry.  

Peace cometh of war.  Thus peace ensues by war,  
the end of war is peace.  

A Godly prayer that Ireland ought to use.  God grant the wars of Irish sone,  
by Sidneys means may cease.  
Lo Lordyngs here the draft,  
of that which went before:  
And land descried, the wished tide,  
hath brought my Ship to shore.   
FINIS.   

AFter that I had finished the first and second part of the Image of Ireland, and had there somewhat disclosed the nature and quality of the wanton Irish wild Woodkarne, I thought it expedient for the volumes augmentation, as more ampler by examples to prove the things therein contained, to put next in sequence, the picters and protractours of the most notablest Rebels in Ireland, (who as they are many) so do they ask sundry operations, if of each several one I should make relation. (And again) musing in my mind with whom I might encounter, as best begin withal, having sundry choice to choose upon, I supposed it a thing necessary, and at this instant fittest to serve my turn, to lay the foundation of my attempt, ● sure substantial corner stone, upon Rory Ogge our next neighbour, at this present (a lively Image ● pattern of rebellion) who after many pagentes of treasons played, and notable offers of grace refused, being brought into great misery (by Sir Henry Sidney the Lord Deputies daily instigation) and seeing himself utterly forsaken both of God and man, at last moved through a desperate and condemned conscience, confessing his folly, manifesteth to the whole world, his crooked nature, complaineth of his fatal destiny (and finally) as it were through a certain conjecture, foretelleth of things that shortly shall happen him. Wherefore behold in plain protractour, a gross and corpulent man, lapped in a mantle overwhelmed with misery, being in a Wood (an ill favoured Churl) standing on a Hillock enclosed with a shaking Bog (his only refuge in the time of trouble) uttering most lamentably, with brynishe salt wolvish tears, his life as ensueth.  
FINIS.   


I Rorie Ogge, 
Rorie Ogg showeth he●e the County wherein he dwelleth, and his natural inclination, whereunto he is addicted.  inhabitant of Lease,  
A rebel false, against my (sovereign queen)  
I love debate, expelling godly peace,  
I lead my life, in Boggs and thickets green,  
What mortal wight, my compear then hath seen,  
Which of the lord nor prince doth stand in awe,  
Nor pass not for, the rigour of the Law.   

My heart is bend, 
Mark where unto this Rebels' heart is bend, (that is to say) to all kind of mischief, sin and wickedness.  to every kind of ill,  
Whose outward deeds, do well relate the same  
I love the thing, supporter of my will,  
I spoil and burn, thereby t'increase my fame,  
Thus by such acts, I gotten have a name.  
Even traitor false, that never shall decay,  
Nor be extinct, by any kind of way.   

I villain vile, and crafty as the Fox,  

* Rorie in accusing himself, is not to be judged of other, for here he showeth that he is as crafty as a Fox, an extortioner like the Wolf, falser than a thief, and a traiter to the Queen, in which I believe him, though he neue● swore for the matter.  Yea like the Wolf, which doth extortion use,  
I falser am, than thief that picks the locks,  
In devilish sort, myself I so abuse:  
(My noble Queen) for chief I do refuse,  
Whose royal name, doth mount unto the sky,  
And curie where, is in ancthoritie.   

What may displease, 
Rory Ogge going forward in the setting out of his disposition telleth that he doth all this kind of mischief of set purpose against the queen, who notwithstanding, layeth all the blame and salt upon the Devil.  her princely royal grace,  
(I like a thief) do put the same in ure,  
Her highness Laws, I daily do deface,  
And through the same, her heavy wrath procure:  
Thus Satan he, my senses doth allure,  
Who makes them thrall, to serve his appetite,  
So that in nought, but sin I do delight.   

She would me good, if I would loyal be,  
But my ill hap, and cruel Destiny,  
In part or whole, that thing forbiddeth me,  
Till Ize constrained, through Sidneiss policy:  
Her mighty hand, perforce to testify,  
Prostrating me, before her fearful Law,  
Though of the same, I stood not erst in awe.   


* In this he manifesteth the great goodness of the Queen, whose mercy is daily extended towards those which are willing to yield to the observation of her statutes and laws, but he in no wise may yield thereto, till by compulsion he be constrained.  And forced perforce, God knows what doth remain  
But cruel plagues, for my deserts are just,  
Such is the meed, which every Rebel gain,  
That doth pursue, the chase of raging lust:  
O careless Karne, O Rebel false to trust,  

* Rory Ogg being compelled to acknowledge the great authority of the Prince, is therefore worthy of small godamercy.  O Rorie Ogge, thrice cursed may I be,  
Who moved to wrath, the queens high majesty   

Woe 
* Where Rorie bid the three curses light upon him, I wish him for every one twenty (saving my charity.)  may I be, for moving her to Ire,  
The M. woes, through which my soul possess  
In each respect, surpass the flames of fire,  
I languish still, but hopeless of redress:  
My wicked life, I needs must now confess,  
Through which I feel, even live the pangs of hell,  

* A good note for Rebels, Marks the effect, of rebellion, and whereunto it driveth this wretched Rogue, even to the brink of desperation, who as he saith being yet alive, feeleth most apparently the torments of hell, and here it is proved true, that a man's own conscience is better than a thousand witnesses.  That neither pen, nor tongue of man can tell.   

I am expelled, 
There be two sorts of people on earth, knaves and honest men, whereon I gather that Rorie Ogge being banished the company of honest men, must be entertained of his like eguall companions, (who as himself saith) is daily pursued of the good in most woeful sort.  from crew of honest men,  
None but my mates, me traitor may abide,  
As for the good, they hunt me now and then,  
From woods to Bogs, beset on every side:  
And where that I, so ever am espied,  
There weight is laid, to catch my silly soul,  
And with the axe, to short me by the paul.   

Which thing to taste, I well deserved have,  

* Rorie is here 〈◊〉 very penitent person, which confesseth his life to have deserved death, which refused the princes pardon once offered him.  Since freedom once, was offered unto me,  
Vain is the gift, that's profferde to a knave,  
Who nought esteems, his Prince's clemency:  
O Rebel cause, of all thy misery,  
Which mightest have had, remission of thy sin,  
What, greater gain, supposedst thou to win.   

O hapless wight, refusing Prince's grace,  

* Here Rorie Ogge taketh on with himself for refusing the pardon, & acknowledgeth himself an ass, and a beast in denying the same.  O dismalle day, wherein I it denied,  
O perverse heart, that couldst not it embrace,  
But like a thief, such courtesy denied:  
O brutish beast, who doth not now deride,  
The vaunting heart, asspiring over high,  
Whose haughty thoughts, did match the rolling sky.   

But true it is, that Fatal letters say,  
Who takes no time, 
Rorie calleth to memory the sa●ing that is written, time being once past, is not easily called back, whereby we are lea●●ed to take the time present whilst it is offered.  when as the same is lent,  
And hold it fast, himself thereby to stay,  
Whom if it pass, the crooked way it went:  
He may not find, the Tavern, House or tent,  
Though them to seek, he spendeth day & night  
And all because, he held not when he might.   


He verifieth and approveth the above saying by himself, which rejecting grace being offered, now seeketh after it, but may not have it, though with weeping he doth request it.  Even so alas, when noble Sidney he,  
My pardon sent, for faults I did commit,  
Though there I saw, each crime forgiven to be,  
I not content, with chat his pardon yet:  
Let pass the same, as gift for me unfit,  
Which to revert, now lies not in my might,  
For God & time, have wrought me this despite   


* Rorie Ogge showeth for pardon, but may not obtain it, for Princes by Rebels will not be deluded.  Now do I seek, though seeking nought prevail  
feign would I find, the favour of my Prince,  
But craft serves not, that stately fort to scaile,  
For well she knows, my subtle hearts pretence  
Who hath a time, the same to recompense,  
As seemeth good, unto her royal grace.  
For God and time, 
* Rorie Ogg seeing himself environed on every side with enemies, manifesteth his misery, showing not one crafty hose or ●enne to be free from the knowledge of the Lord deputy, but that he hath intelligence and knowledge of it.  bid justice to take place.   

And justice she, sends forth her warlike crew,  
With sundry spies, my haunt for to disclose,  
Who cunningly poor Rories tract do view,  
Relating it unto his mortal foes:  
As nought is left, wherein he may repose,  
'Mongst all his dens a bulwark for his health  
Nor yet a ho●e, to shroud his gotten stealth.   


* Rorie showeth how spiteful greedy, the English Captanes and Soldiers are in chasing and hunting him.  Like greedy hawks, pursuing fast their pray,  
All fully bend, the same for to devour,  
And as the Night, the Oriental day,  
Doth captive make, by his external power:  
So time from time, small distance from an hour,  
Pursued I am▪ and brought to such a bay,  
As I expect, nought but my dismal day.   

Sir Henry now, 
Rorie acknowledgeth the Lord Deputies notable wisdom, only to have brought him to this misery.  who governs Irish soil,  
Hath made an oath, to breviate my days,  
Whose stratagems, have given me such a foil  
As all the land, sounds out his noble praise:  
For he it is, that breaketh down my stays,  
And who but he might Rorie overthrow,  
Though Mars hmself, had sworn my mortal fo.   

Who might have ta'en, 
He proveth his affirmation by a most manifest example, which was brought at that time to pas  out of my bloody hand,  
Whom by my sleights, I captive made to be,  
That Marshal knight, and captain of a band,  
No second one, (except again 'twere he:  
In fine 'twas he, which made of bondmen free,  
And put to sword, 
Rorie Oges wife is slain.  for my unstable truth,  
My spoused wife, the garland of my youth.   

With many more, my dear and special friends, 
* Rories' friends to the number of sixteen are sane in a cabin, being in a Wood of the English men, and after ward the cabin being set on fire, all their bodies are burned also.   
Whose brethlesse corpse, were given to flams of fire  
Good cause had I, to wail their luckless ends,  
Though jove agreed, to yield them such a hire:  
O heavy plague, to move the heavens to Ire,  
Through whose outrage, the just oft suffers pain  
To cause the rest, from wicked acts refrain.   

And I myself, in danger of my life,  
Round compaste then, 
* Rorie Ogg being at that time in the foresaid cabin, with those that were killed hardly escapeth, though not without a good knock of a halberd upon his costard.  by men of worthy fame,  
Sought out to shift, how to escape the knife:  
That ready was, my courage for to tame,  
Which when that I, well pondered had the same  
I took good heart, it stood me then upon,  
And leapt me forth, time wild I should be gone.   


To leap well is very necessary sometime, as appeareth here by Rorie Ogge.  Now with that leap, I got me quite away  
Most joyous that, I scape had the trap,  
My legs were good, to vow that thing I may  
Which set me free, that tide from that mishap  
Not over free, for one gave me a rap,  
Which thing I swear, did pinch me to the heart,  
The blow was great, & came so overthwart.   


Rorie here showeth that the English men, were very sorry for his escape out of the cabin, and from their hands. This happiness is to be referred to the English men, whose chance was to kill those rebellious knaves. Rorie Ogge especially doth be wail the death of one S●aue Macke Rorie Reagh above the rest that were slain at the tyme.  But scape I did, so much the more their grief,  
And got me soon, into an other den,  
None fled with me, but one poor only thief,  
As for the rest, they were saluted then,  
That instant time, were xvi. of my men,  
Put to the sword, in cabbande where we lay,  
O my ill hap, but happy theirs I say.   

Amongst them all, one ancient aged sire,  
Whose counsels I, each while did well allow,  
Though old he was, yet piercing as the fire,  
A crafty Fox, as any liveth now:  
Was murdered then, by chance I wots not how  
Whose cruel fall, given by the sister's three,  
Alas, alas, full sore disquiets me.   


Here he setteth out the cause why he so ●eploreth his destiny.  For whilst he lived, my heart possessed his lust,  
And lust enjoyed, what so it could invent:  
But since the post, whereon my hope did trust,  
Receu'de his doom, by warriors fierce assent,  
Like thraldoms slave, I sithence have been penned.  

Rorie Ogge being be reaved of his counsellors, is all most out of his wits.  In easlesse hold, not witting what to do,  
Or what were best, to put myself unto.   

My men were slain, 
When Rebels lack fawterers and helpers, them fall they to misery.  which only were my stay,  
My wife through whom, I often got relief,  
My friends which brought, to Rorie day by day  
The stolen horse, the Mutton and the Beef,  
Which things to want, who holds it not a grief?  
Yea such a plague, as authors tell to me,  
That to a man, no greater plague can be.   

Lo first the woe, 
The first step to Rories' misery.  my soul doth over quell,  
Behold the strait, whereto I now am brought,  
Mark well the place, where caitiff I do dwell,  
As eke the knight, this alteration wrought,  
Then shall you see, if thoroughly you have sought  
The perfect way, that leadeth to the hall:  
Where are the plagues, on Rorie Ogge shall fall.   

For Sidney now, 
The Lord deputy is in armour against Rorie Ogge, whose fame is spread universally through out the Realm of Ireland.  that thrice (renowned knight,)  
T'augment the fame, and service of his (queen)  
Stands out in field, by sword to try her right:  
(Whose valiant heart, like to the Laurel green,  
For courage stout, and prudence mixed between,  
Is had in Price) renowned for the same,  
Through Irish soil, with trump of happy fame   

He sundry ways, 
Sir Henry Sidney increaseth Rorie Oges misery, and worketh his subversion by his notable industry.  doth aggravate my smart,  
He he I say, hath wrought me sore annoy,  
His wisdoms skill, hath daunted sore my heart:  
And my attempts, doth utterly, destroy,  
He day from day, his accious doth employ,  
False Rories days, to breviate with speed:  
Because that he, so vile a life do lead.   



Soldiers are sent out to put in practice, the Lord Deputies purpose.  
Rorie playeth the Astronomer this star was seen from Dublin south west, by which blazing star, Rorie Oge conjectures his speedy fall, which accordingly happened. By these enis and cees, are meant the Mores and Comores' Rories chief friends.   His Marshal knights, & expert men of war,  
By him are sent, to put the same in ure,  
Who me of all, my freedom do debar:  
Whereby I may, not long their force endure,  
But force no force, since I did so procure.  
Both heaven and earth, to be my mortal foe:  
If in their rage, they Rorie overthrow.   

Behold a Star, apparent in the West,  

* This H. doth signify, how Macke Shave which is Rorie Oges father in law.  Whose fiery streams, I find by learned skill,  
Betokeneth peace, tranquillity, and rest,  
When M Ms & Cs, to serve false Rories will,  
Debarde shallbe, for thereof come the ill.  
Or if that H. had served his Queen a right,  
Long sithence R. had been extirped quite.   


This is a true and good confession of Rorie Oge, uttered in his extremity. Rorie Oge is in his similitudes up to the hard ears, proving with manifest arguments, unless he had been bolstered up by his said father in law and his friends, it had been unpossible that he should have continued so long unexecuted or taken.  When H. doth well, to deal with double hand  
Else from his kind, he should degenerate.  
But if that S. his sleight did understand,  
H. should be turned, augmenter of debate,  
In little space, unto a vi●er state,  
* Though yet not spied, he goeth uncorrected:  
Which is the botch, wherewith R. is infected.   

* Like as that house, whereon himself to stay,  
Hath sundry posts, by workmen fastened sure,  
With every puff, may not be blown away:  
So long as they▪ in linked state endure,  
Even so myself, I do you all assure,  
Shall scarce betrapped with Fortune's fatal chance  
Whilst friends with aid, my mischief do advance.   

But posts removed, the house soon hath a fall,  
And building goeth, 
Mark here Rories reason, which speaketh by experience.  with violence to wrack,  
No part may stand, the roof nor yet the wall:  
When as the same, his understays doth lack,  
Even so myself, nowhit could hold out tack.  
Except that I had underpropped been:  
By him or them, that seem friends to the queen.   

Which if they were, 
God's blessing hast thou good Rorie for speaking the truth.  from Rorie once removed,  
Who would misdoubt, the peace that should ensue  
This by his like, the wise hath often proved:  
As now by me, it may be holden true,  
If that the cause, 
Rorie Ogge taketh upon him here, to have skill in Physic.  whereon the Phistoll grew,  
Had first been ta'en, from patient clean away:  
No Phistoll then had sprouted there I say.   

But as a part, 
As the Lord deputy abbridged the days of some of Rorie Oges fosterers in this his visitation, so he prophesteth of the end of the rest of his said friends together with himself.  is silde through fatal chance,  
Or by the sleight, of Sidneys prudent skill,  
So in good time, the rest shall trace that dance:  
Which hitherto, have served my wicked will,  
And since that they, have nourst me in mine ill.  
They shall receive, with me for their reward:  
Aguerdon due, long since of jove prepared.   

That time draws nigh, 
* Rorie seethe by some secret way that his prophesy is at hand, ready to be performed, and so much the more he is certain of it, because he doth see Sir Henry Sidney bent wholly to his destruction.  and hour is at hand,  
In which the cept, of my rebelling race,  
Shall be extirpt, and bolishte clean the land:  
(For God himself, do sit in judgement place)  
To judge I say, with justice now the case.  
Which time from time, hath ever been defard:  
So that the right, at no time could be heard.   


Rorie Ogge taketh this scythe to be the sword of justice, which the Lord deputy hath plucked out of the sheath only to do execution upon all transgressors.  Lo lo I see, in Mower's cruel hand,  
A fearful scythe, which doth prognosticate,  
Both here & there, throughout this Irish land  
That growth of things, are at their ripened state  
Which must be cropped, by scythe of dismal fate.  
For God and time, hath sworn by sacred oath:  
That Reed & husk, shall suffer penance both.   

It is at hand, for fields declare the same,  
The date is out, and time appointed spent,  
And reapman now, the vaunter to reclaim:  

The Harolde of death is sent to Rorie Oge, certainly to make manifest, his ruin and fall.  In Ireful rage, from mighty jove is sent,  
Whose message thus, unto me doth present.  
Affirming R. to come to desolation:  
And his supporters, to suffer like destruction.   

Then men shall walk, upon the mountains hie,  

The peace is described that shall be after the death of Rorie Oge.  And fear nowhit, the Tiger, Wolf, nor Bear  
The Kids shall sleep, with Leopard quietly:  
And yet nowhit, his fearful visage fear,  
For why? no cause, of trembling shall be there.  
When as the thing, whereof they were afraid:  
Shall be by sword, and cruel conquest laid.   


The Lord Deputy in prosecuting his purpose against Rorie Oge, & through procurement of the said Rories fall, deserveth everlasting remembrance, with all good & famous men.  Then H. & S. through whom this peace doth spring,  
For his deserts, shall crowned sit with Fame,  
And over that, which is a better thing:  
He shall possess, an everlasting name,  
Amongst the just, that well deserve the same.  
And though the time, shall turn his corpse to clay  
Yet shall his name, still flourish as the Bay.   

Lo you that live, 
Rorie Oge maketh here his conclusion, and giveth forth a good exhortation to all men, counceling them to eschew and flee treasons, and showeth though sins be for a while let go unpunished, yet at length they are recompensed at full.  and I that soon shall die,  
Behold I say, the salerie for sin,  
Now let my cause, teach other imps to fly:  
From treason's lure, lest stipend like they win,  
For though 'tis long, ere justice cometh in.  
Yet when it comes, it payeth once for all:  
And suffereth plagues, by heaps on plagues to fall.   
FINIS.   

Entering into the discourse of Rorie Ogge, at the first, I was purposely bend, friendly with him to adjoin the lives of many (the open professed enemies of her majesties government within this Realm of Ireland) but before I had ended that portion (even in the midst thereof) I beheld many impediments, wonderful obstacklesses, stops, and stays persuading the contrary, which being replenished with sufficient matter, grounded upon reason, wisdom advised me, to consider thereof (lest peradventure) ranging on rashly, I might seem to prosecute an endless work, making a volume, more greater, then grateful, and more painful, then pleasant, (which thing doubtless) I utterly abhor. Seeing that praise consists not, in the quantity, but rather, in the quality ● grace of a thing doen. And thus I breviated my former intent, though in effect, nothing diminishing that which I promised. For in this discourse, you may perfectly see, as in a glass, perceive, learn, and understand, to what vexations of mind, troubles of body, anguish and wretchedness in conscience all the rabble of Rebels are captived unto. Wherefore leaving them with their ungracious patrons; Phisniognamies, external; and infernal, to thy consideration (gentle Reader:) It came then into my mind, freshly to gather my wits together, to the setting forth of an other manner of thing, of greater valour then as yet thou hast seen (that is to say) the coming in of O Neale to (Sir Henry Sidney our Lord Deputy of Ireland) at the Newrie, with his submission, the oath that the said O Neale then and there made, touching his perpetual fidelity, and inviolable continuance of his dutiful aledgaunce, to the (queens Majesty her royal Crown and dignity) with sundry other promises more, decently becoming every good Subject: not barely in words to say, but actually in deeds to accomplish and perform, which if I had passed over in silence, some perhaps would have blamed me of partialities, who in this Image so sharply enueighyng, against the wickedness & rudeness of woodkarne, should have omitted such a president of humble submission, wherefore behold the said O Neale here making his submission, as before is said, whom the Lord Deputy in the (Queen's Majesties) behalf most nobly accepteth, rendering such honour as to his person appertaineth. The effect whereof hereafter followeth.   


IF silly beasts, 
If beasts which have no understanding, do rejoice at winters departing, and at the coming in of summer, (the increaser of their delights) much more ought that man, who being long without the prince's favour, and kept in disgrace, be treble joyous, (received at length to mercy and favour)  long penned in drooping stolen,  
Or if the Heart, sore pinched with chilling cold,  
No marvel joys, to see the Summer fale,  
Through which the plants, kept down in massy hold  
Their fragrant sentes, & beauties may unfold.  
Or if the Larcke, when clouds are passed away,  
Te deum sings, to see the Sunny day.   

Why should not man, the highest firmament,  
Whose thoughts did pierce, where jove resplendent sit  
Whose outward shape, the same doth represent:  
As next extend, for his forecasting wit,  
To whom alone, he only doth commit.  
The vestal world, with ruledome of the same:  
The fish in Seas, and beasts on land to tame.   

Rejoice I say, unbound from thousand cares,  
From grief of mind, with sorrows over pressed,  
From sighing sobs, far fetched with trilling tears  
From heaps of cares, closed up in panting breast,  
From every thing, that might gainsay his rest.  
And now in place, and stead of such annoy:  
To reap at full, his long expected joy.   

This joy at full, I mean my Prince's grace,  

The favour of the prince is an inestimable treasure to that subject which hath it, surmounting 〈◊〉 and preacious stones.  The chiefest wealth, that subjects can require,  
A learned judge, to soil each doubtful case:  
As readiest way whereby men may aspire,  
To honour's seat, from youth which all desire.  
A peerless peat●e, 〈…〉 worth than gold:  
And more o● price, than Diamonds to be sold.   

A tower of strength, and fort of Fortitude,  

This setteth out most lively in sundry, forms and fasho●es, 〈◊〉 what a thing the favour and grace of our Queen is.  A Samson strong to rive the gates a sunder,  
A mighty Sea, that land from land exclude:  
A doughty Mars, which Nations bringeth under,  
A second jove, that worketh much wonder.  
A passing st●rne, to guide man's Ship a right:  
A pleasant field, and garden of delight.   

O who can tell, expressing every part,  

The happy estate and condition of good subjects, is with out all comparisons.  The xceeding joy, that loyal Subjects win,  
Or who can show, the thrice redounding smart:  
That reckless lives, to rebels bringeth in,  
Which make things seem, as though thade never been,  
(O pear●e of price) to honour Prince's Laws:  
Of health and wealth, the sole and only cause.   


In deed, I think if there were any grace at all in him, which is once brought to be a subject, he may not lightly be turned to be a Rebel again.  Who so did taste, once of that Sugared life,  
And reap the fruit, that springeth of the same,  
by't wildest Karn●, be't infant child or wife:  
Wearte fearrest ●oe, by conquest worthy fame,  
Weart-Macke, or O. Macke devil wert by name  
I think if grace, did them conduct a right.  
Theilde no exchange, though change at will they might   

If hap to change, 
* Truly the condition of Rebels in Ireland is very ticklish, and their chances very hard, as in this part● is described.  the change for worse part,  
As trial tells, each where in Irish soil,  
In reckless change, things light overth warte●  
For though the foe, in treason's field domoile,  
Yet dreads he sore, each while to get though foil.  
And though for once, he passeth by the trap:  
Yet at the length, in pantell he shall hap.   

Yea though their straights, 
A most plain and true description of Rebels' timeros●rie.  hard fortune to expel  
Are hundred Karnes prepared at all assays,  
Yet every Rush, their haughty hearts doth quell:  
As whicly wind, their courage sore allays,  
Thus fear them daunt, by 1000 kind of ways.  
They fear to see, the shiu'ryng of the day:  
They fear as fast, when it is passed away.   

Thus fear each while, 
Fear every while and where, troubleth the Rebel, waking, sleeping, and at all times and seasons.  enuironth traitors mind,  
And cares again, to shield them from mischance,  
They are disturbed, at every puff of wind:  
The dusked clouds, which over them do glance,  
They say foreshows, some sudden fatal chance.  
And often times, the shadow of a tree:  
Makes them believe, a band of men to see.   

Such fear turmoils, 
The traiter that thinketh himself in most security, is often times brought into greatest perplexity, such an horrible thing is treason.  the sturdest of them all,  
Such fear I say, each Rebel doth retain,  
Such fear I vow, upon the best doth fall:  
Such fear I swear, the chiefest foe doth pain,  
Such fear again, in loftest heart remain.  
And though such fear, doth overwhelm their hearts,  
Yet cease they not, to play disloyal parts.   


rebellion is ● very foolish play and pastime, and most foolish is he, that f●●●eth his heart and stomach with treason as if it were with most wholesome meat  Such play may well, be counted fools game,  
For none but fools, therein do take delight,  
just was the cause, whereof it held the name:  
As eke a cursed, that brought it first to light,  
In stead of food, to glut man's appetite.  
And band are all, in City, Field or Town:  
That hold such play, against the royal crown.   


Those that live well, and love well their Prince, is every where counted happy & blessed.  But blessed are they, that do refuse the same,  
And treble blessed, that love their Prince a right,  
Blessed shall he be, which pretermittes that game:  
Yea blessed I say, both morning and at night,  
Bleste shall he be, which hath his whole delight.  
In good attempts, and furdring Princ's cause:  
Conducting him, by tenor of her Laws.   


This is the protestation of O Neale to the Lord deputy.  My Prince's friend, I vow myself to be,  
And loyal eke, unto her noble grace,  
A friend to her, a friend likewise to me:  
As time shall try, the utmost of her case,  
And who that seeks, her honour to deface.  
I do protest, by all my force and might:  
My blood to gauge, but I'll maintain her right.   


This is largely proffered of him.  In Prince's cause, my hand shall strike the stroke,  
And who that dare, her sceptre to defame,  
As he that will, not yet again revoke:  
By Marshal acts, that person I'll reclaim,  
And make him yield, submission to her name.  
Yea though he were, a second Mars I vow:  
I'll make him stoop, to break, to bend, or bow.   

Few Scots in North (if Queen will have it so)  
Shall there abide, 
O Neale promiseth to expel all Scots out of the North of Ireland, if the Queen's Majesty would but give him aid, or if her grace would have it so.  the ground for to manure,  
Except that they, their homage yield her to:  
Avowing eke, their fealty to endure,  
Conjoining it, with compliments most sure.  
Not one I say (if Queen will me support)  
Shall there possess, one castle town or fort.   

Since I have reaped, the thing I did desire,  
And won at last, the favour of the crown,  
My heart is set, as 'twere in flames of fire:  
By service just, 
Meaning Sir Henry Sidney, to whom O Neale made like protestation.  t'augmene her great renown,  
Which shall appear, by Rebels plucking down.  
Withstanding them, that shall withstand her right:  
In midst of field, (I vow'de it to her knight.)   

Let them beware, 
An admonition to the enhabitantes and borderers near to the North  that border near my hold,  
In any case▪ how they their lives do lead,  
For with an oath, to vow I may be bold:  
If to their cuts, they take not better heed,  
In heart and mind, I fully am agreed.  
The best to quell, 
O Neale promiseth not only to be a scourdge to the evil livers and disturbers of her majesties people, but also a friend and helper of her good subjects to the uttermost of his power.  (that shall molest her grace:)  
Demissing them, from honour, life, and place.   

But * those that lead, a faithful subjects life,  
I their defence, do put myself to be,  
Supporting them, in every kind of strife:  
Defending them, from cruel tyranny,  
By way I say, of noble chivalry.  
And whereas I, may do them any good:  
For Prince's sake, I'll hazard life and blood.   
FINIS.   

The authors exhortation.  

Come each wight, which now do haunt the wood,  
Submit yourselves, unto your sovereigns' law,  
Come forth I say, receive my council good:  
Let not fond lust, your senses thence withdraw,  
But of the crown, like subjects stand in awe.  
So shall you find, such favour of the Queen:  
As hitherto, the like you have not scene.   

In stead of woods, than houses you may use,  
In stead of Boggs, the Cities at your will,  
proceed therefore, lest time you should abuse:  
Now reap the fruit, of pleasure even your fill.  
Let loyal love, Rebelling fancies kill.  
(In fine) submit, you (to her royal grace:  
So mercy shall, areste you with her Mace.   
FINIS.   

THE miserable calamity of Rorie Ogge set out by means of the deadly pursuit of valiant servitures daily pursuing him, remained nothing to the concluding of my labours, but the final ending of his wretched race, which thing I constantly believed would shortly come to pass, (admirable both to the beholders and seers) for as his life was notorious and passing knavish, so could it not otherwise be, but that his death must agree, falling out equal in each condition to his traitorous usage, for seldom is it seen, that wicked rebelling hath a blessed ending, and as men oftentimes hope not in vain, so I expecting, or rather wishing, the cutting of (of such a botchie member (received at length, the reward of my expectation, in the fullness of the thing I so long thirsted for. (For as God would) it came luckily to pass, (long time predestinated by his unsearchable and secret counsel) eft soon, as I had ended with the description of O Neale, that this cursed caitiff, (cursed of gods own mouth) was through the sword, by the means of the Lord of Vppossery and his servitors (a faithful subject of that Realm) bereaved of his life, to the great tranquillity of Lease, and else where (her majesties league people there inhabiting) according to the true prophesy, in his living story, at large set out. Wherefore, and for as much, as I suppose your desire is, to hear some discourse concerning his death, as you heard before touching his life, suppose that you see a monstrous Devil, a trunckelesse head, and a heedless body living, the one hid in some miskin & dunghill, but the other exalted, yea mounted upon a paul (a proper sight God wots to be hold (vaunting itself on the highest top of the Castle of Dublin, uttering in plain Irish the things that ensue.  
FINIS.   


Whilst fear joined with hope, 
In this part Rorie Oge showeth the state of that man to be sure, so long as he keepeth himself dutiful to his Prince and Country.  liege people retain,  
A fear to offend, the Prince or her law,  
And hope for deserts, such goodness to gain:  
As shall be imposed, to the line they draw,  
Whilst one uprightly, twixt these stands in awe.  
He dreads no turbulent storms that may chance  
For time trieth falsehood, the troth to advance.   

But fear expulsed, clean out of the mind,  
Not weighing justice, 
That man which casteth of fear falleth into many mischiefs.  detectour of sin:  
And hope of correction, which subjects doth bind,  
Their lives for to lead, the statutes within,  
Are lightly extend, when rancour begin,  
To play her pageant, as wily she can:  
She spoileth wholly, the nature of man.   

procuring envy, 
He that hath wicked rancour in his breast, hath with it also a great number of evil vices. Time is a detectour of treason.  grudge, strife, and debate,  
Anger, and malice, both fit for the turn,  
Dissimulation, a principal mate:  
That other vices, doth neatly adorn,  
Holding them smouldering, and never to burn,  
Till time descries it, detecting the treason:  
Which then is maintained, by colour of reason.   

alleging reason, 
Treason espied, is execused by reason.  such folly to cover,  
Though treason not reason, is chiefest pretence,  
Thus whilst in malice, the Rebel doth hover:  
Raising a power, to be his defence,  
To subjects disquiet, the Realm and the Prince,  
Good God what reason, iste then to defend,  
The thing that treason, is found in the end?   


That traiter which is wilfully given to play the Rebel, hath never regard to the cause be it good or bad, for which he riseth.  But man addicted, to fancy and will,  
Forced by Satan, to follow his lust,  
Regards not the cause, be it good or ill:  
For which in hazard, his life he doth thrust,  
He pass not a mite, be't just, or unjust:  
For as the Pooke leads him, so forward he must:  
Not ceasing till bayard, laith him in the dust.   


A Rebel doth not remember w●at is the end of his treasons.  He nought forcasteth, inflamed with ire,  
At last what guerdon, false treason award,  
Nor yet diserneth, through passing desire:  
What plagues for traitors, the law hath prepared,  
But ronning forward, not having regard,  
To things before him, or after ensue:  
He soon possess, what for treason is dew.   


Though fortune doth favour the traitor for a while, yet at last she leaveth him in the briars.  Although for a time, dame fortune doth smile,  
Fauring moste friendly, the thing set abroach,  
Whose crafty suggestions, compact in a wise,  
At last brings the Rebel, to shame and reproach,  
Deluding his rashness, that dared to encroach,  
So much on fortune, abusing her wheel:  
That least puff of wind, doth make for to reel.   

What here is spoken, a thousand have tried,  
Who may be trial, the truth will declare,  
The course of fortune, 
Many 〈◊〉 found fortune very deceitful.  they likewise have spied,  
As how she seeketh, but people to snare:  
To snarl and entangle, with sorrow and care,  
And they thus hampered, from them to fly,  
Suffering those captives, in fetters to lie.   

Yet she forsakes not, 
To augment the misery of man, fortune doth some time seem friendly, ridding him out of one small trouble, to bring him in to four greater, and then bids him adieu.  still men in their need,  
But sometime faureth, their hardlesse distress,  
As who that listeth, in stories to reed,  
Shall see how friendly, she seeks their release,  
Though for no true love, yet more to increase,  
The plague of vengeance, that after ensue,  
(A stipend justly, to traitors b'yng dew)   

These things to confirm, I Rorie am he,  
Who sometime mounted, 
* Rorie Oge is a sufficient witness, to tell of Dame Fortune's variableness.  a loft in the Sky,  
And fortune casting, a favour to me:  
Provoked me higher, and higher to fly,  
Thus like an Eagle, I neastled on high,  
Full little thinking, again to descend:  
Or that my glory, would ever have end.   

In all my actions, 
Mark how fortune did favour Rorie Oge, according to his own setting, who being to much besotted therewith, fell to utter confusion and shame at last.  most happy success,  
Dame Fortune, ever allotted to me,  
For what I minded, in heart to suppress:  
The same accomplished, she caused to be,  
Thus will and fortune, did ever agree,  
Which thing espied, puffed up with aspiraunce:  
I stood with Sir Henry, alas at defiance.   

Much like a champion, addicted to war,  

〈◊〉 Oge gathereth eight score men to maintain his knavery.  Time serving fitly, to anger my foes,  
I somm●nde a number, of neighbours from far:  
Twice eighty persons, the best I could choose,  
For manhood, and sleights, in whom to repose,  
I might in safety, my life and my land:  
No dasterdes nor shrincklinges, but those that would stand.   


Rorie Oge troubleth both Town and Country with his Karne, and setteth more than a hundred houses on fire in one night.  With these I marched, from place unto place,  
With these I troubled both village and Town,  
With these in one night, I fired the Nace:  
With these my Recisters, I spoiled of renown,  
With these I made many a Castle come down,  
With these I yielded, augmenting my fame:  
The people to sword, and houses to flame.   

With these I wasted, the County of Lease,  
The places likewise, that bordered it nigh,  

Rorie Oge maketh the Farmers of Lease to give over their ploughing, by reason of his daily robbing and burning.  I made from tillage, the Farmers to cease:  
I made them gladly, away for to fly,  
Inviting them nightly, with a fresh supply,  
Giving my woodkarne, their states to maintain  
The fruit that growed, of other men's pain.   

But God detesting, this horrible life,  

The just justice of God permitteth not Rorie Oge to rage still on in his fury, but calling him to account yieldeth him his duty.  Might not of justice, permit me further,  
To rage's in such fury, delighting in strife:  
Contemning virtue, addicted to murder,  
His justice, and judgement, meeting together,  
For my demenure, since wilful I swerved:  
Awarded me death, long sithence desarued.   

And here I lie groveling, poor wretch on the ground  
Spoiled of the jewel, 
Rorie Oge head is sert upon the top of the Cas●el of Dublin, for a spectacle to all the whole land.  I chiefly loved,  
Thus God of justice, doth traitors confound:  
When from their sins, they'll not be removed,  
With shame and confusion, I now am reproved,  
My head from the body, parted in twain:  
Is set on the Castle, a sign to remain.   

All men that hear this, take warning by me, 
Rorie Oge maketh here his conclusion and giveth wholesome counsel more better than he ever could take, how they attempt any thing that might be prejudicial to the prince, for fear of like destruction.   
Lest that ye fall, in like predicament,  
The art of treason, see likewise ye flee:  
Wisely forecasting, whereto ye consent,  
Against the Crown royal, do nothing attempt,  
For if against it, ye falling at odd:  
Do feel as I felt, the strength of the rod.   
FINIS.