Anglorum Magnanimus BEVILLIUS GRANVIL Cornubiensis, Eques Auratus.    

VERSES BY The University of OXFORD.  
On the Death of the Most Noble, and Right Valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill, alias Granvill, Kt.  
Who was Slain by the Rebels at the Battle on Lansdown-Hill, near bath, July the 5. 1643.  
Aut spoliis ego jam raptis laudabor opimis,  
Aut Letho insigni.—  Virg. Aeneid. 
Printed at Oxford in the Year of our Lord, 1643. and now Reprinted at London, 1684.   

To the Right Honourable John Earl of bath, Viscount of Lansdown, Baron Granvill of Granvill, Bideford, and Kilkhampton, Lord-Lieutenant and High-Steward of the Duchy of Cornwall, Lord-Warden of the Stanneries, Governor of Plymouth, Groom of the Stole to his Majesty, First Gentleman of his Majesty's Bedchamber▪ and One of the Lords of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy-council.  
THese Verses were an Epicedium of the Muses of Oxford, made to adorn the Hearse of your Noble Father, who Died so Gloriously at Lansdown, in Defence of his Prince and Country. It is Apparent what a Public loss his Death was, that one of the first Universities of Europe should think fit to Lament it; A Respect, it may be, never done before to any but to the Royal Family. But as there are few Persons (my Lord) so Deserving to be Celebrated as your Father; so are there few Families, which have had that Military Glory in them. Not to go back so far as your great Ancestor Hamon Dentatus Earl of Corboil, descended from the Warlike Rollo Duke of Normandy; Nor to Mention his two Renowned Sons, Robert Fitzhamon, and Sir Richard de Granvill, who came over with William the Conqueror, and Aided him at the Battle of Hastings, to Wyn the Crown of England, and afterward in the Conquest of Wales; there are late Instances of other of your Progenitors who have Illustrated your Race by their valiant Actions. In the War with France, betwixt Henry the 8 th'. and Francis the first, Sir Roger Granvil lost his life at Sea: And his Son Sir Richard Granvil, when he was very Young went a Volentier into Hungary to serve the Emperor Ferdinand against the Turk, and after that was with Don John of Austria at the Battle of Lepanto, the greatest Day that ever was at Sea since that of Actium. At his Return home, applying himself to the Sea, he became an Expert Captain and Admiral, & after Several Voyages into the West-Indies, and elsewhere, & Services done his Country, with much Honour and Success, he was at last Slain at the Azores Islands, having with one of the Queen's Ships alone, being unhappily Separated from the rest of the Fleet, whereof he was Vice-Admiral, Sustained a fight against the whole Naval power of Spain; never yielding, though his Guns were dismounted, his men almost all hurt or killed, himself Mortally Wounded, and his Decks blown up, that there was no place left to fight upon; so that his Enemies were Astonished at his valour, and Concerned to save him, as if he had been of their own Nation: but his Wounds being too Mortal to be cured, he Expired in a Few Hours, and was Buried in the Ocean, which had been the Theatre of his Glory.  
I cannot forget another Sir Richard Granvill your Lordship's Uncle, who having done his Apprentice-ship in Arms in the Low-countries and German-Wars, served his late Majesty in the Northern Expeditions, and then in the Wars of Ireland; and at length coming to command one of the King's Armies in the West, kept that Country in his Majesty's Obedience, till the Rest of England was lost, & the fortune of the Parliament prevailed every where: A severe Observer of Military Discipline; and my Lord General the Old Duke of Albemarle was wont to say, one of the best Captains we had in all the War of England and Ireland. As the Name and fortune of your Ancestors are Descended to your Lordship, so is their Virtue too, which appeared so early in you, that before you were Seaventeen years Old, you entered into your Father's Command; and after you had served the King upon several Engagements in the Army, and particularly in Cornwall, at the Defeat of the Earl of Essex, you brought those Valiant Companies, in the Head of which your Father was slain at Lansdown, to fight for his Majesty at the Second Battle of Newberry, where you were like to have undergone your Father's fate, as well as Imitated his Virtue, for being Engaged in the Thickest of the Enemies, and having received several wounds, and one most Dangerous One in the Head, with the blow of a Halberd, which beat you to the Ground, you lay for some time without Sense or Motion, till a Body of the King's Horse Charging the Enemy afresh, beat them off the ground upon which you fought, where you were found amongst the Dead, Covered with Dust and Blood; and being known, were carried into that place of the Field, where the King & Prince of Wales (his now Present Majesty) were, who sent you to Dennington Castle to be treated for your Wounds. It could not My Lord but be matter of great Contentment to you, to have his Majesty himself a witness of the Blood you had lost for him, and a Spectator of that Loyalty and Courage, which are the Hereditary Qualities of your Family.  
No sooner were the Armies drawn off from the Field of Newberry, but you were presently Besieged in▪ Dennington, where for some time you lay in Extreme Danger of your life, not only by those Desperate Wounds you had got in the late Battle, but in the hazard you were in, of Receiving new ones from the Enemy, the Bullets flying continually through the Room where you lay under Cure, till you were relieved by the Victorious Forces of his Majesty at the Third Battle of Newberry: Nor have you only Served the King with your Sword in the Field, but been another way a Chief Instrument of the Greatest good that ever came to England, I mean the Restauration of his Majesty, and of the Laws and Liberty of your Oppressed Country. This my Lord was brought to pass by your Prudent and Successful Negotiation with my Lord General Monck, you having a particular Commission from the King to treat with him; with whom when you had Conserted all things for his Majesty's Return, and that without Imposing the least Condition upon him, you Posted away to Brussels to give him an Account of it: In which Journey as well as in the Rest of your Conduct in this Affair, you exposed yourself to no Ordinary Danger, and most certainly served the King your Master more Effectually, then if you had won more than One Battle for him.  
My Lord General who seemed to be Inspired in the Carrying-on of this Great Business, was so Circumspect, that he would not write to the King by your Lordship, for fear you might be Searched upon the Way, and what you carried Intercepted, and his Great Design Discovered before it was Ripe, and therefore left all to your Care and Prudent Management; But at your Return, he wrote a Letter to his Majesty, wherein he confirmed to him under his Hand what he had Promised and Agreed in his Treaty with your Lordship, viz. That he would Employ all the Power he had to set the King upon his Throne, and that without Conditions. This Letter was delivered to his Majesty at Breda by your Noble Brother Mr Bernard Granvill: If ever Letter were welcome to a Prince, this had Reason to be so, since it contained no less than a humane Assurance that his Majesty's Travels were at an End, and that the time was come that Almighty God would Restore him to his Crowns & Kingdoms, from which his Majesty was so long & so Unjustly kept by most Bloody Usurpers.  
Your Lordship is not only happy in the Conscience of your own Actions, and Virtuous Examples of those who are gone before you, but in the most hopeful Prospect you have of your Descendants. For my Lord Landsdown treading in the Steps of his Brave Ancestors, hath been already Courting Honour in the Wars of Hungary, where he hath distinctly signalised himself in all those great Occasions, particularly at Kornenberch, where the Duke of Lorraine Defeated Twelve Thousand Spahyes in a race Campagne at the Relieving of Vienna, which was Besieged by an Army of Two Hundred Thousand Combatants; At the Battle of Baracan, where the King of Poland, & his whole Army had been Certainly lost, if the Duke of Lorraine, with whom my Lord Lansdown then was, had not come in, & turned the Day at the very instant that fortune was Declaring for the Infidels; & lastly, at the taking of Gran, the Second City of the Kingdom: and now he is retnrned Home with Laurels, & a lasting Monument of his Achievements, being Dignified with the Quality of Count of the Empire, and Honoured to bear his Paternal Coat of Arms upon the Roman Eagle.  
But it is an Epistle (My Lord) that I am writing, and not a History, and therefore I will Conclude, humbly Entreating your Lordship to give your Patronage to these Verses, which I Conceive I have some Right to Dispose of, since by the fate of Survivorship they belong to me, who am the only man Living of All those Names you find here; Except one▪ Right Reverend Lord, whose Obliging consent is Obtained to this Edition. And therefore I cause them to be Reprinted, and Consecrated to the Immortal Memory of your most Noble Father, as the greatest Testimony I am able to give your Lordship of the Honour I have for you, & your Family; Desiring further your Lordships Pardon for Presuming to Reprint and Bind in One Volume together with the said Verses, a Letter from his Late Majesty, the Royal Martyr, to Sir Bevill Granvill, your said Noble Father; and another with his said Majesties most Gracious Parent to the County of Cornwall; with his Present Majesty's Warrant, given to your Lordship at brussels, for your Signal Services, (already Printed in the History of his Majesty's Restauration,) and a particular account of his said Majesty's Grace and Favour to the Loyal Towns & Burroughs within the Duchy of Cornwall, upon your Lordship's Favourable Mediation for your Countrymen: Together with the relation of that Famous Sea-fight of your aforesaid Great Grandfather Sir Richard Granvill, Written by the incomparable Sir Walter Raleigh.  
I am, From the Inner-Temple, Nou. 1. 1684. My Lord, Your Lordship's most Humbly Devoted. Servant, Henry Birkhead.   


TO THE MEMORY of Sir BEVILL GRANVILL.  
IT is not Herald I'll not believe mine Eye.  
He that could never Fear, can never Die.  
Dust, Sweat, and Blood, mixed in that Face, conspire  
To say 'tis GRANVILL. Trust 'em not. The Fire,  
That warmed his Breast, was Vestal, Star born Light,  
Flame, that no Ocean, Day that feared no Night.  
It is not Herald But weeping Truth says, 'Tis:  
That Corpse of Glory can be None's but His.  
So hovers Valour o'er that Brow; so yet  
(As, after Tempests, emptied Clouds still Threat)  
Terror leaps from those Eyes, and Rebels Run;  
The Soldier lives still, though the Man be gone.  
The Man! Courage said More. But Honour, sitting  
With Fame in Council, found it far more fitting  
The World should know him Mortal; that he Fought  
On equal terms; that to the Field He brought  
Nothing Impenetrable, but his Mind;  
Knew Danger and despised it: Since, we find,  
Cowards, Secured, Act Valour. All else than  
Speaking Him more, Death was to prove Him Man.  
Then; when, as a Destroying Angel, sent  
To Mow a Guilty Nation down, He lent  
Blow's like to Whirl winds LANDSDOWN saw Him Stand  
Not with a Pike, but Thunderbolt in's hand.  
GRANVILL against an Army. He being one;  
Cannon, Horse, Foot Himself. So Fixed, and grown  
Unto the Hill H'had Gained, and now made good,  
That like another Hill, or Rock, He stood;  
Fort to Himself and Us; Stronger than all  
Cow'rds' Love & Lose, Steep Mountain, Wood, & Wall,  
Whence His Sword Chased them once; his Blood does still,  
Sprinkling the Ground, and Hollowing the Hill;  
Where, since Drops shed from such a Loyal Vein,  
Rebellion ne'er shall dare set Foot again.  
Thomas Masters.   

IS GRANVILL dead, or Valour? is it He  
Hath left this World, or is it Loyalty?  
Alas! both Dye with Him, both leave us; how?  
Shall none survive but Traitorous Cowards now?  
Good heavens forbid, by them the knot's untied:  
Both by his Pattern Live, both in his Person Died.  
Robert Grave.   

COuld I report, Great GRANVILL, or repeat  
Thy famous Actions in thine own stout Heat,  
Could I write as Thou foughtest, the World might see  
Perhaps some Picture of thy Deeds, and Thee,  
And, thus inspired from thy bold flame, my Verse  
At once would come forth rapture, and rehearse.  
But as those ravished Prophets, who of old  
Sick of their God, and much too frail to hold  
Their strong Inspirer, first felt trance, then spoke,  
And uttered Answers, which from Labours broke;  
So meeting Things too high to be expressed.  
I find myself▪ whilst I describe, oppressed.  
Thou dost at once possess, and hinder; still  
Risest, and multipliest between my Quill.  
Still bring'st new, various, Matter to my Dress,  
Which still begins▪ and still shows Endlesness.  
So Homer strove with his Achilles, who  
Should bravelier write, or who should bravelier do.  
So what at first He meant an Ode, and Song,  
Swelled to a Work, and Story ten years long.  
And what at first was destined to one Shade,  
Spread in the Writing, and proved Iliad.  
Hadst Thou, like Others, fought by Rule, and Line,  
Who call it Valour Wisely to decline  
Assaults, and Dangers, and maintain that there  
Can be no Fortitude, where is no Fear;  
Hadst thou believed that They, who do engage  
Themselves beyond relief, fight not, but rage;  
Or that, when men beyond a mean do stray,  
Their Fury's only Valiant, not They;  
We on thy Temples now had planted Bays,  
And Thou hadst lived to hear and feel thy Praise.  
But Thou didst scorn such Rules, and called'st such Laws,  
Arts how to blemish, and desert a Cause.  
Countedst those false, whom Others do count wise,  
And their discreet Fear, ordered Cowardice.  
Far above all cold precepts, which do preach  
Escapes, retreats, and fall back, and teach  
Advantages of Time, and place, and thus  
Learnedly make Men Pusillanimous;  
Or at most, valiant to a Point, and all  
Their Courage merely Philosophical,  
Thou thought'st it still Ignobler to retire  
With phlegm, and coldness, then to fall with fire.  
Still called'st retreating, losing of the Day,  
Still thoughtst that to be safe was to betray.  
And where the Cause required it, not to die,  
That 'twas as great a baseness, as to fly.  
Thus meeting Dangers in their sternest shape,  
Thy Arts were still t'encounter, not to scape.  
Still reckoned'st it a Soldiers Slain, and blot,  
To be secure, not by his Sword, but Plot.  
Methinks I see Thee shaking thy bold spear  
Against a numerous Host, without their fear  
Who did beset Thee, and the spacious plain  
Before Thee strowed with Slain fallen on thy slain.  
Whilst all our other Troops, discharged from fight,  
Wondered to see the War turned to a Sight,  
Where one encountered many, and descried  
A Siege on theirs, a Duel on our Side.  
Great Soul! who didst contract the Battle to  
Thy Solatary self; and there didst do  
Things, which made all our other Forces be  
Idle spectators of their Victory;  
While'st safer by thy Side, then at their home,  
Their business was to see, and overcome.  
O what a Terror issued from thy Look,  
Which fought as well as Thou, and Prisoners took  
By th'eye, as by the Hand; which but beheld  
Made the first Skirmish, and at distance quelled;  
Thy unarmed face showed dreadful as our Lances,  
The foe felt new Artilleries from thy Glances;  
Which still, like Native Engines, from Thee flew,  
And at once routed, chased, and overthrew.  
Thus, then, secured by thy Great self, at once  
To us a Bulwark, to thyself a Sconce,  
As in a Circle 'bout Thee drawn by the charms  
Of thine own Courage, which did arm thy Arms,  
How didst thou dare the numerous Foe? still mock  
Their furious Onsets with a shook for shaken?  
Still 'gainst their Iron Men, and men of Steel,  
Like One enchanted all parts but the Heel,  
(If We may credit what some do report)  
Didst hold fight from thyself, as from a Fort;  
Impregnable, untouched? still did it repair  
The Faintings of those who about thee were?  
Still didst recrute our Losses? We did see  
New Squadrons, as some fell, still raised from Thee;  
Whose Valour ran supplies; and We from thence  
Saw Thee new Troops, new Regiments dispense,  
Still unexhausted. We can now unfold  
Th' ambiguous rumour, and report, which told,  
And spoke of our Increase i'th' West, that there,  
Two Camps, two Armies for us did appear.  
The Cornishmen made One, the Other Fame,  
Which reckoned Thee Stout Granville, and thy Name,  
Still as our other Camp; from whence We drew  
Fresh Legions still, and thus from handfuls grew.  
Here, some would chide thy Valour, whose bold Heat  
Joined thine own to the Enemy's defeat;  
And say 'twas rashness in Thee to expose  
Thyself a Pikeman against Horsemen Foes;  
As if to fall had been thy Plot, and aim,  
And Thou hadst some Ambition to be slain.  
'Tis true, indeed, our Conquest had been more,  
Hadst Thou lived to behold it, with the Store  
Of Worthies who escaped; Since, losing Thee,  
We did not Win, but change a Victory.  
Yet if to Die with Honour be a Grace;  
If to fall, and to consecrate the place  
On which Thou fellest, and make it shcred Ground  
To all those who survived Thee, and stood round,  
Be Nobler than to live; Those Books, which tell  
Of ancient Herp's, who devoted fell,  
And yielding up their stout, and Warlike Ghosts,  
With their brave ruin did preserve their Hosts,  
Will always, be thy Chronicle; whom Death  
Snatched like a Decius hence; whose hallowed Breath  
Flew from Thee like an Offering; who dyed'st twice,  
Our Soldier once, and once our Sacrifice.  
Jasper Main.   

NOt to be wrought by Malice, Gain, or Pride,  
To a Compliance with the Thriving Side;  
Not to take Arms for love of Change, or Spite,  
But only to maintain Afflicted Right;  
Not to die vainly in pursuit of Fame,  
Perversely seeking after Voice and Name;  
Is to Resolve, Fight, Dye, as Martyrs do:  
And thus did He, Soldier, and Martyr too.  
He might (like some Reserved Men of State,  
Who look not to the Cause; but to its Fate)  
Have stood aloof, engaged on Neither Side,  
Prepared at last to strike in with the Tide.  
But well-weighed Reason told him, that when Law  
Either is Renounced, or Misapplyed by th'awe  
Of false-named Commonwealth's men; when the Right  
Of King, and Subject, is suppresed by Might;  
When all Religion either is Refused  
As mere Pretence, or merely, as That used;  
When thus the Fury of Ambition Swells,  
Who is not Active, Modestly Rebels.  
Whence, in a just esteem, to Church and Crown  
He offered All, and nothing thought His own.  
This thrust Him into Action, Whole, and Free;  
Knowing no Interest but Loyalty;  
Not loving Arms as Arms, or Strife for Strife;  
Nor Wasteful, nor yet Sparing of his Life;  
A great Exactor of Himself, and then  
By fair Commands, no less of Other men;  
Courage, and Judgement had their equal part,  
Council was added to a Generous Heart;  
Affairs were justly timed; nor did he catch  
At an Affected Fame of Quick Dispatch;  
Things were Prepared; Debated, and then Done,  
Nor rashly Brook, nor vainly Overspun;  
False Periods no where by Design were made,  
As are by those, who make the War their Trade;  
The Building still was suited to the Ground,  
Whence every Action issued Full and Round.  
We know who blind their Men with specious Lies,  
With Revelations, and with Prophecies.  
Who promise Two things to obtain a Third,  
And are themselves by the like Motives stirred:  
By no such Engines He His Soldiers draws;  
He knew no Arts, but Courage and the Cause;  
With these he brought them on, as well-trained men,  
And with these too he brought them off again.  
I should, I know, tract Him through all the Course  
Of his great Actions, show their Worth and Force:  
But, although all are Handsome, yet we cast  
A more intentive Eye still on the last.  
When now th'incensed Rebel proudly came  
Down, like a Torrent without Bank, or Dam,  
When Undeserved Success urged on their force,  
That Thunder must come down to stop their Course,  
Or Granville must step in: Then Granville stood,  
And with Himself opposed, and checked the Flood.  
Conquest, or Death, was all His Thought. So fire  
Either O'ercomes, or doth itself expire.  
His Courage worked like Flames, cast heat about,  
Here, there, on this, on that side; None gave out;  
Not any Pike in that Renowned Stand,  
But took new Force from His Inspired Hand;  
Soldier encouraged Soldier, Man urged Man,  
And He urged All: so much Example can.  
Hurt upon Hurt, Wound upon Wound did call,  
He was the But, the Mark, the Aim of All:  
His Soul this while retired from Cell to Cell,  
At last flew up from all, and then He fell:  
But the Devoted Stand, enraged more  
From that his Fate, plied hotter than before,  
And Proud to fall with Him, sworn not to yield,  
Each sought an Honoured Grave, and gained the Field.  
Thus, He being fallen, his Action fought a new:  
And the Dead conquered, whiles the Living slew.  
This was not Nature's Courage▪ nor that thing  
We Valour call, which Time and Reason bring;  
But a Diviner Fury, Fierce, and High,  
Valour transported into Ecstasy,  
Which Angels, looking on Us from above,  
Use to convey into the Souls they love.  
You now that boast the Spirit, and its sway,  
Show Us his Second, and we'll give the Day.  
We know your Politic Axiom— Lurk, or Fly.  
Ye cannot Conquer, 'cause ye dare not Die.  
And though you thank God, that you lost none there,  
Because Th'were such, who Lived not when they were;  
Yet your great General (who doth Rise and Fall,  
As this Successes do; whom you dare call,  
As fame unto you doth Reports dispense,  
Either a Traitor, or His Excellence)  
How e'ere he reigns now by unheard of Laws,  
Could wish His Fate together with his Cause.  
And Thou (Blessed Soul) whose Clear Compacted Fame,  
As Amber Bodies Keeps, preserves thy Name,  
Whose Life affords what doth content Both Eyes,  
Glory for People, Substance for the Wise;  
Go laden up with Spoils, possess That Seat  
To which the Valiant, when th'have done retreat:  
And when Thou seest an happy Period sent  
To these Destructions, and the Storm quite spent;  
Look down, and say; I have my share in All,  
Much Good grew from my Life, Much from my Fall.  
William Cartwright.   

WHat We have Lost in Thee, We need not write,  
Thine Enemies will do't; and in mere Spite  
Commend Thy Valour, that the World may know,  
In Granvill's Fall, the Greatness of Our Blow;  
Let them alone to give Thee thy whole Due;  
We only need Believe They can speak True.  
Nor is it fit we should with Tears lament  
That Blood thyself thought'st honourably spent;  
And scorned'st at their Alms to draw a Breath,  
From whose Gift nothing's Noble but a Death;  
Le's rather Weep for them, by whom 'twas Spilt,  
Whose Best of Courage was but worst of Gild;  
Who had been Cowards had they Got the Day,  
And showed Best Spirits when they Ran away;  
Those pitied things yield matter for a Tear:  
But Thy great Worth moves in a higher Sphere.  
He only Mourns That right, that Fights like Thee,  
And a fierce Charge is a good Elegy.  
Brave Soul! me thinks I see how thou didst stand  
Directing Victory to the Right Hand,  
How Thou didst set Her in again, that Day,  
Who, but for Thee, had almost lost her Way.  
That little spark (dropped from Eternity)  
Dilated by its self, and Loyalty.  
How it Forgot its Bound, the narrow Span  
Of Flesh and Blood that measures out a man;  
And stoutly durst adventure to oppose  
Thy Equal Self against whole Troops of Foes!  
May Honour Dwell upon thy Tomb, and keep  
Thy Glories waking, while thy Dust doth sleep:  
And may that fart'ned Turf, whence Pregnant Fame▪  
Yet Brooding Hovers to keep warm the same,  
Grow fruitful from thy Blood, until it bring,  
A Flower, from whence a second Mars may Spring.  
William Barker.   

THou Name of Valour! Heir of all that Worth,  
Which Fates with constant Bounty have poured forth  
On Granvills' honoured Race? In whom did die  
More than their Army, more than Victory  
Could recompense, which to that gallant Stand  
We owe, from ruin snatched by thy brave Hand.  
Oh I could curse the villains odds! For when  
We hazard Gold, They, but the dross of men.  
Bate me the price of sin, the City-pay,  
And what they steal, in order to obey  
The Houses Vote, more than one Regiment  
I'll name, wherein not ten are worth what's spent  
Barely in feeding muskets; we've oft lost  
Powder; to kill such Rogues doth not quit cost.  
And yet 'tis nobly fought, since conscience  
Alone begets those flames, not any sense  
Of Triumph; for what honour is't to tell  
That here a Sergeant-Major-Cobler fell,  
There a Mechanick-Colonell dropped down,  
Not fit to serve in any honest Town.  
Our Conquest is unpleasant; we must grieve;  
And wish the punished Rebels did still live,  
Reserved for more ignoble fall; since here  
Justice (though sacred name) was bought too dear.  
Sad Victory! the Frontless faction now  
Thank, yet not mock God for their overthrow.  
Since gladly they would sacrifice a flood  
Out of the Commons veins, for this one blood.  
A thousand lives, and thousand Souls to boot  
They'll give; it costs them naught, let th'fools look to't.  
Guilty and wretched Commons! tell me, why  
Only in order to your misery  
You will be Perjured Rebels? whence doth flow  
This frantic pleasure, from your sin, or woe?  
Did you improve your safety, did your ground,  
Like your deceivers malice, being drowned  
In blood, more fruitful grow, you then did sell  
Your Souls for something; but to purchase Hell  
With Poverty, and dangers, that you may  
Be sooner dead, yet whilst you live, a prey,  
Is so rare Frenzy, that you only can  
Be thought to differ in the shape of man  
From wildest beasts. But you are forced to fight,  
You love your King, and wish He had His Right;  
Yet awed take arms against him, money still  
Contribute, Traitors are against your will.  
Unworthy, vain excuse! why should you fear  
Those few seducers? Terrible they were  
By your abused Strength; if you withdraw  
Your Aids they fall, to the long injured Law  
Just Sacrifices; should they carry hence  
Your wealth, they'd leave behind your innocence;  
Leave you returned to Duty, and to Peace;  
Hating these certain Pledges of increase.  
Dudley Diggs.   

THe Villains now are ripe, let's pay our Vow,  
See Granvills' blood stands texted on their brow!  
If their course Veins an Ocean should disburse  
'Twould not appease, because the more the worse;  
Behold great Bartue, Stuart, Compton, now,  
Sage Pierpont,, and fresh bleeding Cav'endish too!  
Names that e'er long shall strike this perjured Crowd,  
And shoot down Vengeance from that Bow ith'Clowd,  
Which shall consume these weeds that Truth may grow,  
Granvill hath pawned his blood it shall be so.  
Great valiant Saint! Loving and loved again,  
(For he that conquers Fear may conquer Men)  
Thy choice was just and early, not adjourned  
Till the great scale at Keinton field was turned:  
See, GRANVILL's up (the mighty Cornish cries)  
Which (like a Beacon fired) made them All rise,  
Thus roused, thou armed their inside day by day,  
Dealt flame and Spirit to them as their pay,  
Cleared and advanced their blood, cast them a new,  
Till in an instant they stout Giants grew;  
Then led by Thee, they made vast Devon quake,  
So as lose Stamford frighted left the stake,  
Whose Fort, Ditch, Bulwark, did but raise thy heart,  
Valour no more is borke then made by Art;  
Nay when (thy Powder gone, compelled to cease)  
That thou must bleed, or field to what should please  
The two new families of Parliament;  
Though Ammunition, Courage was not spent,  
Then, than thy steel made them outrun their wheels,  
Leave All, and take nought with them but their heels;  
Thus Bodmin, Stratton felt thy influence,  
Great bevil's Sword returned not empty thence.  
But when the Rout (as th'hill itself) came down  
He grasped a spear and underpropt the Crown,  
Placed like the flaming Cherubin, laid about,  
Stood Guardian there to keep th'Apostates out,  
Reared up like Samson, took firm hold o'th' Beam,  
Then pulled all down, Himself, the House and Them,  
His bleeding corpse then on the Mount he hurled,  
And fought it out with them in th'other World,  
Till they gave off, letting their Matches burn.  
To light his conquering Ashes to his Urn.  
Had thy Godolphin stayed to help us here,  
His Pen had now took measure of thy spear,  
'T had made thee Emperor of the West and All,  
We blind with tears, see nothing but thy fall,  
Which now doth bleed again, and doubly pierce,  
To lose both Granvills' sword, and Sidneys verse.  
Cornwall (that glorious Dukedom) hence shall be  
Adored, Eternal by Prince CHARLES and Thee,  
Let their cheap Legions live (unfit to die)  
Who like their weapons strike they know not why,  
Give our just Swords more satisfying dust,  
Thread all the bold Committee at one thrust,  
Scatter the Plot, till all the ill-built frame  
Fall down as tribute to Great bevil's Name,  
That Name (which shames Their malice and our wit)  
Shall last as long as They conspired to sit.  
John Birkinhead.   

THey, that give Thanks for Overthrows, had ne'er  
Fairer Pretence to God, than they had here.  
Marked you not'midst our latter Triumphs one  
Intruding Sighs? Herd you not one sad Groan?  
'Twas for the valiant Granvill: which one Cross  
Allayed our Victory, and made it Loss.  
Granvill, whose very Name the Rebels found  
Dealing Revenge, and Death in every wound.  
While in the fierce Assault, they did not know,  
Whether they should wish Thee alive, or no▪  
How many trembling Ghosts did we enlarge  
To cry Thee mercy in the Second Charge:  
When the enraged Cornish, fierce upon  
Revenge of Thee, cried Granvill, and killed on.  
Treasure of Valour! in thy bold Designs  
That Country glories more, then in her Mines.  
Thus fell the mighty Scaeva, while the Foe  
Trembled, and feared the very Overthrow.  
Thus in the North our brave Newcastle stood,  
With more Success, with Honour no man could,  
Henceforch the Pike we doubly honoured call,  
From that One Triumph Famed, from this one Fall.  
Robert Masters.   

Hollow my temples, let my thoughts be dressed  
In such attire as fits a Poet-Priest.  
That no rude accent may Profane thy name,  
But all things be as spotless as thy Fame;  
That Fame so great, that none but Granvills can  
In the next age believe it of a Man.  
Granvill! The Cornish Paean it shall be,  
And only heard in Songs of Victory!  
Th'eternal Theme of Poets! which shall give  
Strength to their Lines, and make their Verses live.  
Thou that in those black times dard'st to be good,  
When Treason was best Virtue, when none could  
Be safe and honest; that almost alone  
Dard'st love the King, when a whole Nation  
Was growing one great Rebel; hast firm stood,  
And gave the first great stop to th' growing flood;  
Thou Destiny of our new moulded State,  
That first didst make its greatness shrink; whom Fate  
Prepared to save a Kingdom; and did give  
Thee Virtue great enough to make it live;  
How will the Ghosts of those slain Rebels shake  
To see thy Shade? How Brook and Hampden quake  
To find themselves not safe, and that to die  
Has only changed the Scene of Victory?  
How will their Gild grow double, when they see  
Thy Shine; twice frighted by themselves and Thee?  
That glorious Shine, that shows the difference  
Of Dying truly in the KING'S defence;  
That though both fall together, and the blood  
Of Traitors and a Patriots, make one flood;  
They in the Shambles, He at the Altar dies,  
They fall as Beasts, and He a Sacrifice.  
Now may those Rebels one Thanksgiving make  
And not Blaspheme, nor fair Truth Scandal take.  
Thy death makes honest all their thick-skinned Lies,  
From which alone all their feigned Victories  
Grow truths. How had We lost in that one stroke  
A Kingdom, had not such brave Virtue broke  
From thy Example, as did strike a flame  
Into thy Followers, great as was thy Name.  
Yet, let them boast their Conquest if they can,  
Wee'have gained an Army, and have lost a Man.  
And let them preach Thee slain, since from thy Death  
A Thousand almost Granvilles gather breath.  
So when the Sun's forced hence by Sable Night,  
Myrtads of Stars spring from his falling light.  
William Creed.   

YEt boast not Senate, know He could not Die;  
Until he had obtained the Victory:  
Death waited for that minute, that her state  
Might rise more glorious through his nobler Fate.  
Methinks I now behold Him as He stood,  
(Undaunted Spirit!) when that stately wood  
Of Pikes marched up; when like a Captain Oak  
He led that underwood, and took that stroke  
Which should have felled the Grove: I see him stand  
Dispensing Valour by his brave Command,  
And braver Actions, the Soldier's swords  
Being whetted by's Example, and his Words.  
Would this were real; but our fancies move  
Not guided by our knowledge, but our Love.  
I could lament His Death, but that I know  
All accents of our grief are far below  
His vaster merit: rather let my Steel  
Revenge his Death, and make their Conqueror feel  
The anger of his Ghost; who slyly fled  
From Granville but a Ghost from Granville dead.  
Go weep for Cowards; he who bravely Dies  
Ought to have Music at his Obsequies.  
You happy souls who have the sacred trust  
Of his dead ashes; see no Coward dust  
Come near his Urn; 'tis fit his ashes lie  
Where there is none but Valiant Company.  
Near Lindsey's, Denby's, or Northampton's side,  
(Who Conquered dying) raise his Pyramid:  
Which may restore him to the World again,  
A Conqueror of Time, as well as Men.  
Peter Mew.   

WIsdom directs, when Justice dictates right,  
And Courage (if provoked) then bids men fight:  
Wisdom to Granville said, thy Cornish friends  
Are mates enough to work thy noble ends;  
'tis fit (spoke Justice) to defend a Crown:  
Then fight (said Courage) gain thee brave renown,  
And Fame said to him, if thou diest, than I  
Will keep thy Everlasting memory;  
Fate only frowned; Granville obeys; commands  
While Fate contrived his Death by Rebel's hands;  
Yet Friends, and Country do conserve his Name,  
With Wisdom, Justice, Fortitude, and Fame.  
Henry Love.   

HEroic Martyr, whose Immortal death  
Inliven'd here, giving our Realm new breath,  
(For when the Sun sets bloody in the West,  
The day still rises brighter in the East)  
How Loyal wert Thou, when the general ring  
Was heard No Bishops, while they meant No King;  
And only to wrong Charles was to be true,  
As robbing of the Church paid Heaven its due:  
When too much Liberty did us enthrall,  
And all Religions turned to none at all;  
Whilst Rebel Members 'gainst their Head aimed darts,  
Voting Him none, by Whom they all are parts;  
And their Militia fought Him, for his aid,  
To make Him Great, when Public Faith is paid!  
'Mong these Self-contradictours You proved still  
Faithful; and free to die, as they to Kill:  
Like Decius, a Devoted Sacrifice,  
Most sure to fall, yet by thy fall to rise:  
Whose British acts did Pompey's words retrieve,  
We needs must Stand, we must not needs Survive.  
When on the Mount Himself a Mount withstood  
For th'Iron age too suitable a Brood,  
(Who were Achilles like, as far as Steel  
And Styx could do't, all proof, but in the Heel)  
Courage was all his Shield, his Gorgon's head,  
Striking with blows, and with amazement dead;  
While from his wounds what valiant blood did post,  
Most animated Him, when bravely lost;  
Seeming some Martial Deity to his Foe,  
'Cause they had fear enough to make Him so:  
They that fled stronger, than He took the field,  
Worse Cowards when they fight, than when they yield:  
Like timorous Hare-Knights at each shot they start;  
Or Rome's famed Ox, of metal void, and heart.  
But this stout Champion triumphed in his fall,  
And when He was most conquered, conquered all;  
As lofty Castles, when they sink, dilate  
The ruin round about, and scatter fate.  
Nay his loss routed, whilst his Army thrived,  
Heirs to fresh Spirit through his death derived;  
Which by a Transmigration, as it ran  
In one before, dwelled then in every man.  
His Ancestors t'our Norman King allied,  
Who fought below Covictors by his side,  
Him from above their glory saw, and shame;  
They living won, his Careass overcame:  
Which, that itself a plain reward might have,  
Obtained a posthume Earldom in the grave.  
Thus Codrus fell, yet all his Dignitys  
Sunk with Himself: but whilst our Offering dies,  
His Of spring here grow Peers, He in the Skies.  
Henry Birkhead.   

THE CLOSE.  
THus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lie,  
When His One Bark a Navy did defy;  
When now encompassed round, He Victor stood,  
And bathed His Pinnace in his Conquering Blood;  
Till all His Purple Current dried, and spent,  
He fell, and made the Waves his Monument.  
Where shall th'next famous Granvills' Ashes stand?  
Thy Grandfiere fills the Seas, and Thou the Land.  
Martin L Lewellin.   

His Majesty's Letter to Sir Bevill Granvill, after the great Victory Obtained over the Rebels, at the Battle of Strarton.  
To Our Right Trusty and Wellbeloved Sir Bevill Granvill, at Our Army in Cornwall.  
CHARLES R. RIght Trusty and Wellbeloved, We greet you Well.  
We have seen your Letter to Endymion Porter Our Servant: But your whole Conduct of Our Affairs in the West, doth speak your Zeal to Our Service and the Public Good in so full a Measure, as We Rest abundantly satisfied with the Testimony thereof. Your Labours and your Expenses We are graciously Sensible of: And Our Royal Care hath been to ease you in all that We could. What hath fallen short of Our Princely Purposes, and your Expectations, We know you will attribute to the great malignity of the Rebellion We had, and have here to wrestle withal: And We know well, how effectual a diversion of that mischievous strength you have made from us at your own great hazards. We assure you We have all tender sense of the hardness you have endured, and the State wherein you stand: We shall not fail to procure you what speedy relief may be: In the mean space We send you Our most hearty Thanks for some encouragement, and assurances in the Word of a Gracious Prince, that (God enabling Us) We shall so reflect upon your faithful Services, as you and yours shall have cause to acknowledge Our Bounty and Favour: And so We bid you heartily farewell. Given at Our Court at Oxford the 24th of March, 1642-43.   

His Majesty's Gracious Letter to the County of Cornwall, after the Death of Sir Bevill Granvill, and those other Eminent persons Slain in his Majesty's Service, Namely, Arundall, Mohun, Slaning, Trevanion, Godolphin, etc.  
CHARLES R.  
WE are so highly sensible of the extraordinary Merit of Our County of Cornwall, of their Zeal for the Defence of Our Person, and the Just Rights of Our Crown, (in a time, when We could contribute so little to Our Own Defence, or to their Assistance; in a time, when not, only no Reward appeared, but great and probable Dangers were threatened to Obedience and Loyalty;) of their great and eminent Courage and Patience in their indefatigable Prosecution of their great Work against so potent an Enemy, backed with so Strong, Rich, and Populous Cities, and so plentifully furnished and supplied with Men, Arms, Money, Ammunition, and Provision of all kinds; and of the wonderful success, with which it hath pleased Almighty God (though with the loss of some most eminent Persons, who shall never be forgotten by Us) to reward their Loyalty and Patience by many strange Victories over their and Our Enemies, in despite of all humane probability, and all imaginable disadvantages; That as We cannot be forgetful of so great Deserts, so We cannot▪ but desire to publish to all the World, and perpetuate to all Time, the Memory of these their Merits, and of Our Acceptance of the same. And to that end, We do hereby render Our Royal Thanks to that Our County, in the most Public and most Lasting manner We can devise, Commanding Copies hereof to be Printed and Published; and one of them to be read in every Church and Chappel therein, and to be kept for ever as a Record in the same, That as long as the History of these Times, and of this Nation shall continue, the memory of how much that County hath merited from Us and Our Crown, may be derived with it to Posterity. Given at Our Camp at SUDELEY Castle the Tenth of September. 1643.   

The Gracious Patent of his Majesty King Charles the First to the County of Cornwall.  
CHARLES' By the Grace of God King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. To all to whom these Presents shall come, Greeting▪ know Ye, that We out of Our Princely Contemplation of of the many and extraordinary faithful Services to Us of late performed, by Our County of Cornwall, And for their better Encouragement to proceed in their Duty and Allegiance to Our Person, and Crown of England, and for divers other Good Causes and Considerations Us thereunto especially moving, Have out of Our Special Grace, certain Knowledge, and mere Motion, Given and Granted, and by these Presents, for Us Our Heirs and Successors, do Give and Grant unto all and every the Men and Inhabitants, Our Leige-Subjects of Our Kingdom of England, within the said County of Cornwall, now being, or hereafter to be; That they and every of them by themselves, or any of them, their or any of their Factors, Agents, or Servants, shall and may have Liberty and Freedom from time to time, and at all times for ever hereafter, to Trade, Traffic, and Commerce with their Ships and other Vessels, and their Goods and Merchandise unto and from the Havens, Towns, and all Ports and places within the Dominion of the King of Denmark, and Great Duke of Muscovye. And all Ports and Places within the Levant Seas. And unto all and from all and every of them whilst respectively they, or any of them, are or shall be in Amity with Us, Our Heirs or Successors, whether he Merchants of Our East Land Russia, & Turkey Company of London, & the Merchants of the Company of Merchant-Adventurers of London, or of any, or either of them, do, or may Trade, and into and from all other Ports and places whatsoever beyond the Seas, for the time being in Amity, with Us, Our Heirs and Successors; whether any of the Subjects for the time being of Us, Our Heirs and Successors, for such time or times, do or may Trade, Traffic, or Commerce; in as full, ample and beneficial manner, as We Can grant the same; Saving always to Us, Our Heirs and Successors from the said Men and Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall, their Factors and Agents to be duly paid unto Us, Our Heirs, and Successors, to Our and their Use, All such Customs and other Duties and Payments upon, and for their Merchandizes and Goods to be Exported and Imported, as shall from time to time become due and payable to Us, Our Heirs and Successors in that respect. Likewise saving all Rights, Duties, or Payments any way belonging too or in respect of the Duchy of Cornwall; Yielding and Paying thereof unto Us, Our Heirs and Successors the Sum of Four Shillings of Lawful English Money, to be paid unto the hands of the Sheriff of the County of Cornwall, at the Feast of All Saints Yearly: And hereby for Us, Our Heirs and Successors, Willing and Commanding; that all the Officers and every the Ministers of what Nature, Condition, or Degree soever, and all other the Subjects of Us, Our Heirs and Successors whom these shall or may any ways concern, to take Special notice to all intents and purposes as they and every of them shall respectively answer the contrary at their perils. And We do hereby for Us, Our Heirs and Successors, further Promise and Grant, unto the aforesaid Men and Inhabitants of our said County of Cornwall as well present as to come; that if, and as often as any doubts or questions shall happen to arise for, touching, or concerning, the Validity of these Our Letters-Patents; That then, and so often upon the Humble Petition of the foresaid Men & Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall to Us, Our Heirs, & Successors, exhibited, orupon Notice or Certificate to Us, Our Heirs, and Successors, by the Learned of Council, of the aforesaid Men and Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall, touching any Defeets requisite to be Amended; We, Our Heirs, and Successors, will Graciously Grant Other Letters-Patents unto the said Men and Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall, with such and so many Amendments, Explications, Amplifications, and Additions, as by the said Council of the aforesaid Men and Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall shall be advised, and thought fit; And which any way may tend to the Confirmation of These Our Letters-Patents, or to the Perfection of Our Intention before, in these Presents, any way appearing. And We further Will, And by these Presents for Us, Our Heirs, and Successors, do Grant unto the a foresaid Men and Inhabitants of Our said County of Cornwall, as well Present as to Come, that these Our Letters Patents, or the Enrolment thereof shall be in all things Firm, Valid, Good, and Sufficient, and Effectual, in the Law, against Us, Our Heirs, and Successors, as well in all Courts as elsewhere, within Our Kingdom of England, without any Confirmation, Licenese, or Toleration, from Us, Our Heirs, or Successors, any way hereafter to be procured or obtained; Notwithstanding the not finding of Office, or Offices, Inquisition or Inquisitions, by which Our Title, in the Placit ought to be found, before the making of these Our Letters-Patents. And Notwithstanding that the aforesaid Men & Inhabitants of Our County of Cornwall, in Constitution of Law be not reputed a Corporation or Body-Politick, nor Capable in Law to hold the Privilege of these Presents Granted; any Statute, Act, Ordinance, Proclam' or Provision heretofore Had, Made, Enacted, Ordained, or Provided, or any other Thing, C●e or Matter soever to the Contrary hereof, in any wise Notwithstanding. In Witness whereof We have caused these our Letters to be made Patents, Witness Ourselves at Oxford the Twenty Sixth day of January in the Nineteenth Year of Our Reign.  
Per bre ' de Privato Sigillo.   

A True Account of His Majesty's Particular Grace and Favour to the Loyal Towns & Burroughs within the Duchy of Cornwall, by the Mediation of the Right Honourable John Earl of bath, Lord Lieutenant & High Steward of the said Duchy, and Lord-Warden of the Stanneries, etc.  
Whitchall, December 12. 1684.  
THe Right Honourable the Earl of bath being lately at His Government of Plymouth, to Settle by His Majesties Command the Affairs of that Garrison, and the Militia of Cornwall under His Lieutenancy, the several Towns and Burroughs within the Duchy of Cornwall, who had Uuanimously and with great Cheerfulness resolved to Surrender their Charters and Franchises to His Majesty, made their Applications to His Lordship as their Lieutenant, to Intercede with His Majesty, that they might, by reason of the great distance, be excused from their Personal Attendance with their Surrenders and Charters: To which His Majesty being pleased to Condescend, the said Corporations delivered their Surrenders to His Lordship for His Majesties Use; humbly praying Him to lay them at His Majesty's Feet: Which His Lordship at His return hither having done accordingly, with a Petition on their behalf, His Majesty was pleased Graciously to accept of them, and to Command His Lordship to assure the said Corporations, That He very well remembered the Duty and Loyalty of that County in the worst Times of Rebellion; and was well pleased with this fresh Demonstration of it by them.  
Which abovementioned Signification of His Majesty's Pleasure, was by His Majesties Command Ordered to be Printed in the Gazette, and which was done accordingly.   

To the King's Most Excellent Majesty.  
The Humble Petition of John Earl of bath, Your Majesty's Lieutenant of Cornwall, and Lord Warden of Your Majesty's Stanneries, etc.  
Shows,  
THat the Mayors and Burgesses of the several Towns and Burroughs within Your Majesty's Duchy of Cornwall, against whom Writs of Quo Warranto were lately Issued, have Unanimously with great Cheerfulness, and some Emulation who should be most forward, (excepting only one small inconsiderable Burrough) expressed an entire Submission and Deference to Your Royal Pleasure; and have Desired and Entrusted Your Petitioner to lay the respective surrenders of their Franchises and Privileges, and the Charters by which they claim the same, with their customs and Prescriptions, at Your Majesty's Royal Feet; Humbly beseeching Your Majesty to Grant and Confirm their Ancient Franchises and Privileges, with such Additions, Alterations and Reservations as Your Majesty in Your Great and Royal Wisdom shall think fit.  
The small Revenues of the greatest part of the said Burroughs, and the signal Loyalty and Sufferings of them all, and of all Cornwall in general, with the great distance of their Habitations from Your Royal Palace, gives Your said Petitioner Confidence most humbly to pray in their Behalves, That Your Majesty will be Graciously pleased to excuse their Personal Attendance with their said Surrenders and Charters, and to receive them from the Hands of Your said Petitioner; and that their several and respective new Charters may pass the Great Seal, and other Offices without Fees, or other Charges. Which Royal Bounty will greatly Encourage Them, and all Your Majesties other Loyal Subjects within Your said Duchy, in that Duty and Loyalty which they on this Occasion, as their Ancestors with most of their Countrymen in the worst Times of Rebellion, to the ruin of their Estates, and loss of their nearest and dearest Relations, have according to their Duty most readily and faithfully expressed.  
And Your Petitioner shall ever Pray, etc. bath.   

Unto which said Petition, His Majesty was Pleased to return this Gracious Answer following, by the Right Honourable the Earl of Sunderland, His Majesty's Principal Secretary of State.  
WHereas the several Towns and Burroughs within the Counties of Cornwall and Devon, mentioned in the List hereunto annexed, have voluntarily surrendered unto His Majesty by the Hands of the Right Honourable the Earl of bath, their Lord Lieutenant, all their Charters, with their Franchises and Privileges, which they hold either by Ancient Custom, Prescription or otherwise, humbly beseeching His Majesty to Regrant them new Charters, with such Alterations, Additions and Reservations as His Majesty shall think fit; His Majesty having taken the same into His Consideration, and also the humble Petition of the said Earl of bath, representing the many Eminent and Signal Services, Loyalty and great Sufferings of the said Towns and Country, in general, during the worst Times of Rebellion, which His Majesty himself well remembers, and being therefore Graciously pleased to accept of the said Surrenders from the Hands of the said Earl, excusing their Personal Attendance, His Majesty is pleased to Command Me to signify His Pleasure, That the several New Charters which shall be Granted to the said Towns and Burroughs, pass the respective Offices and Seals without Paying Fees; Whereof all Persons whom it may concern are to take Notice.  
Given at the Court at Whitehall, the 10th Day of December, 1684. Sunderland.   

A List of the several Surrenders of the Towns and Burroughs within the Duchy of Cornwall, Presented to His Majesty by the Right Honourable the Earl of bath.  

CORNWALL.  
LAnceston.  
Truro.  
Lostwithial.  
Bodman.  
Liscard.  
Penryn by the Mayor and Magistrates.  
Penryn by the Portreave and Burgesses.  
Metchell alias Midsholl, by Sir John Arundel, Lord of the Manor.  
Metchell alias Midsholl, by the Mayor, Portreave and Burgesses.  
St. Ives by the Mayor, Portreave and Burgesses.  
St. Maws by Sir Joseph Tredinham, Lord of the Manor.  
St. Maws by the Mayor and Burgesses.  
Callington by Samuel roll Esq; Lord of the Manor.  
Callington by the Mayor, Portreave and Burgesses.  
Foy by the Mayor, Portreave and Burgesses.  
Grampond.  
Tregony.  
East Loe.  
West Loe.  
Camelford.  
Bossing alias Tintagell.  
St. Germane by Mr. eliot Lord of the Manor.  
St. Germane by the Portreave and Burgesses.  
Helston  
Saltash 

Surrendered before, and New Charters according to His Majesty's present Regulation.     

DEVONSHIRE.  
PLympton.  
Ashburton.  
Bideford.  
Bradnitch.  
Plymouth  
Tavestocke 

Surrendered before, & New Charters according to his Majesty's present Regulation.     
bath.   

A REPORT of the Truth of the Fight about the Isles of Azores, the Last of August 1591. Betwixt the Revenge, One of her Majesty's Ships Commanded by Sir Richard Granvill, commonly called Grenvill, Vice-Admiral, and an Armada of the King of Spain; Penned by the Honourable Sir Water Ralegh, Knight.  
BEcause the Rumours are diversely spread, as well in England, as in the Low Countries, and elsewhere, of this late encounter between her Majesty's Ships and the Armada of Spain; and that the Spaniards according to their usual manner, fill the world with their vainglorious vanity, making great appearance of victories, when on the contrary, themselves are most commonly and shamefully beaten and dishonoured; thereby hoping to possess the ignorant multitude by anticipating & forerunning false reports: It is agreeable with all good reason, for manifestation of the truth, to overcome falsehood and untruth; that the beginning, continuance and Success of this late Honourable Encounter of Sir Richard Granvil, and other her Majesty's Captains, with the Armada of Spain; should be truly set down and published without partiality or false imaginations. And it is no marvel, than the Spainard should seek by false and Slanderous Pamphlets, advisoes and Letters, to cover their own loss, and to derogate from others their due Honour, especially in this Fight, being performed far off: Seeing they were not ashamed in the year 1588. when they purposed the Invasion of this Land, to publish in Sundry Languages in Print, great victories in words, which they pleaded to have obtained against this Realm; and spread the same in a most false sort over all parts of France, Italy, and elsewhere. When shortly after it was happily manifested in very deed to all Nations, how their Navy which they termed invincible, consisting of 140 Sail of Ships, not only of their own Kingdom, but strengthened with the greatest Argosies, Portugal Caracks, Florentines, & huge hulks of other Countries, were by 30. of her Majesty's Ships of War, and a few of our own Merchants, by the Wife, Valiant, and advantageous Conduct of the Lord Charles Howard, high-admiral of England, beaten and shuffled together; even from the Lizard in Cornwall, first to Portland, where they shamefully le●t Don, Pedro de Valdes, with his mighty Ship; from Portland to Cales where they lost Hugo de Moncado, with the Gallias, of which he was Captain, & from Cales driven with Squibs from their Anchors, were chased out of the sight of England, round about Scotland and Ireland. Where for the Sympathy of their barbarous Religion, hoping to find Succour and assistance, a great part of them were crushed against the Rocks, and those other that landed, being very many in number, were notwithstanding broken, slain, and taken, and so sent from Village to Village coupled in halters, to be shipped into England: Where her Majesty of her Princely and Invincible disposition, disdaining to put them to death, and scorning either to retain or entertain them; they were all sent back again to their Countries, to witness and recount the worthy Achievements of their Invincible and Dreadful Navy: Of which the number of Soldiers, the fearful burden of their Ships, the Commanders names of every Squadron, with all other their Magazines of provisions, were put in Print, as an Army and Navy unresistable, and disdaining prevention. With all which so great and terrible an ostentation, they did not in all their Sailing round about England, so much as Sink or take one Ship, Bark, Pinnace or Cockboat of ours; Or ever burnt so much as one Sheepcote of this Land; Whereas on the contrary, Sir Francis Drake with only 800. Soldiers not long before, landed in their Indies, and forced Saint jago, Santo Domingo, Cartagena, and the fort of Florida.  
And after that, Sir John Norris marched from Peniche in Portugal, with a handful of Soldiers, to the gate of Lisbon, being about 40 English miles. Where the Earl of Essex himself, and other valiant Gentlemen braved the City of Lisbon, encamped at the very gate; from whence, after many days abode, finding neither promised party, nor provision to batter; they made retreat by Land, in despite of all their Garrisons, both of Horse and Foot. In this sort I have a little digressed from my first purpose; only by the necessary comparison of theirs and our actions: The one covetous of honour without vaunt of ostentation; the other so greedy to purchase the opinion of their own affairs, and by false Rumours to resist the blust of their own dishonours, as they will not only not blush to spread all manner of Untruths: But even for the least advantage, be it but for the talring of one poor Adventurer of the English, will celebrate the Victory with Bonfires in every Town, always spending more in Faggors, than the purchase was worth they obtained. When as we never thought it worth the consumption of two Billets, when we have taken Eight or Ten of their Indian Ships at one time, and Twenty of the Brasill Fleet: Such is the difference between true Valour, and Ostentation: and between Honourable Actions and frivolous Vain glorious vaunts. But now to return to my purpose.  
The Lord Thomas Howard with Six of her Majesty's Ships, Six Victuallers of London, the Bark Ralegh, and two or three other Pinnaces riding at Anchor near unto Flores, one of the Westerly Islands of the Azores, the Last of August in the afternoon, had intelligence by one Captain Middleton of the approach of the Spanish Armada Which Middleton being in a very good Sailer, had kept them Company three days before, of good purpose, both to discover their Forces the more, as also to give advice to my Lord Thomas of their approach. He had no sooner delivered the news but the Fleet was in sight many of our Ships Companies were on Shore in the Island; some providing ballast for their Ships; others filling of Water, and refreshing themselves from the Land, with such things as they could either for Money, or by Force recover. By reason whereof our Ships being all pestered and rummaging every thing out of order, very light for want of ballast, and that which was most to our disadvantage the one half part of the men of every Ship sick, and utterly unserviceable: For in the Revenge there were Ninety diseases: in the Bonaventure, not so many in health as could handle her Mainsail. For had not Twenty men been taken out of a Bark of Sir George Careys, his being commanded to be sunk, and those appointed to her, she had hardly ever recovered England. The rest, for the most part, were in little better State. The Names of her Majesty's Ships were these as followeth, the Defiance, which was Admiral, the Revenge Vice-Admiral, the Bonaventure commanded by Captain Cross, the Lion by George Fenner, the Foresight by Mr Thomas Vavasour, and the Crane by Duffild, the Foresight and the Crane being but small Ships▪ only the other were of the middle size; the rest besides the Bark Ralegh, commanded by Captain Thin, were Victuallers, and of small force or none. The Spanish Fleet having shrouded their approach by reason of the Island; were now so soon at hand, as our Ships had scarce time to weigh their Anchors, but some of them were driven to let slip their Cables and set sail. Sir Richard Granvill was the last that weighed, to recover the men that were upon the Island, which otherwise had been lost. The Lord Thomas, with the rest very hardly recovered the Wind, which Sir Richard Granvill not being able to do, was persuaded by the Master, and others, to cut his Main Sail, and cast about, and to trust to the Sailing of the Ship; for the Squadron of Sivil were on his Weather-Bow. But Sir Richard utterly refused to trun from the Enemies, alleging that he would rather choose to die, then to dishonour himself, his Country, and her Majesty's Ship, persuading his Company that he would pass through the two Squadrons, in despite of them, and enforce those of Sivil to give him way. Which he performed upon divers of the foremost, who, as the Mariners term it, sprang their Luff, and fell under the Lee of the Revenge. But the other course had been the better, and might right well have been answered, in so great an impossibility of Prevailing. Notwithstanding, out of the greatness of his mind, he could not be persuaded. In the mean while as he attended those which were nearest him, the great San Philip being in the Wind of him, and coming towards him, becalmed his Sails in such sort, as the Ship could neither make way, nor feel the Helm: so huge and high-carged was the Spanish Ship, being of a Thousand and Five Hundred Tuns, who after laid the Revenge aboard. When he was thus bereft of his Sails, the Ships that were under his lee luffing up, also laid him aboard: of which the next was the Admiral of the Biscayne's, a very mighty and puissant Ship commanded by Brittandona, the said Philip carried three tire of Ordinance on a side, and eleven Pieces in every tire. She shot Eight forthright out of her Chase, besides those of her Stern-Ports.  
After the Revenge was entangled with this Philip. four other boarded her; two on her Larboard, and two on her Starboard. The Fight thus beginning at three of the Clock in the Afternoon, continued very terrible all that Evening. But the great San Philip having received the Lower Tire of the Revenge, Discharged with Cross-bar shot, Shirted herself with all diligence from her sides, utterly misliking her first entertainment. Some say that the Ship Foundered but we cannot report it for truth, unless we were assured. The Spanish Ships were filled with Companies of Soldiers, in some Two Hundred, besides the Mariners, in some Five, in others Eight Hundred. In ours there were none at all besides the Mariners but the Servants of the Commanders, and some few Voluntary Gentlemen only. After many interchanged Volleys of Great Ordinance and Small Shot, the Spaniards deliberated to enter the Revenge, and made divers attempts, hoping to force her by the Multitudes of their Armed Soldiers and Musketters, but were still repulsed again and again, and at all times beaten back into their own Ships, or into the Seas. In the beginning of the Fight, the George Noble of London, having received some Shot thorough her by the Armadas, fell under the Lee of the Revenge, and asked Sir Richard what he would Command him, being but one of the Victuallers and of small force: Sir Richard bid him save himself, and leave him to his fortune. After the Fight had thus, without intermission continued while the Day lasted, and some hours of the Night, many of our Men were slain and hurt, and one of the great Galleons of the Armada, and the Admiral of the Hulks both Sunk, and in many other of the Spanish Ships great Slaughter was made. Some write that Sir Richard was very dangerously hurt almost in the beginning of the Fight, and lay Speechless for a time ere he Recovered; But two of the Revenges own company, brought home in a Ship of Lime from the Islands, Examined by some of the Lords, and Others, affirmed that he was never so Wounded as that he forsook the Upper Deck, till an hour before Midnight; and then being shot into the Body with a Musket, as he was a dressing, was again shot into the Head, and withal, his Chirurgeon wounded to death. This agreeth also with an Examination taken by Sir Francis Godolphin, of four other Mariners of the same Ship being returned, which Examination, the said Sir Francis sent unto Master William Killegrue, of her Majesty's Privy Chamber.  
But to return to the Fight, The Spanish Ships which attempted to board the Revenge, as they were wounded and beaten off, so always others came in their places, she having never less than two mighty Galleons by by her sides, and aboard her: So that e'ere the Morning, from Three of the Clock the day before, there had Fifteen several Armadas assailed her, and all so ill approved their entertainment, as they were by the break of day, far more willing to hearken to a Composition, then hastily to make any more Assaults or Entries. But as the day increased, so our men decreased: and as the light grew more and more, by so much more grew our discomforts. For none appeared in fight but enemies, saving one small Ship called the Pilgrim, commanded by Jacob Whiddon, who hovered all night to see the Success: but in the morning bearing with the Revenge, was hunted like a Hare amongst many ravenous Hounds, but escaped.  
All the Powder of the Revenge to the last Barrel was now spent, all her Pikes broken, Forty of her best men slain, and the most part of the rest hurt. In the beginning of the Fight she had but one hundred free from Sickness, and fourscore and ten Sick, laid in Hold upon the Ballast. A small Troup to man such a Ship, and a weak Garrison to resist so mighty an Army. By those hundred all was sustained, the volleyss, boordings, and enterings of fifteen Ships of War, besides those which beat her at large. On the contrary, the Spanish were always supplied with Soldiers brought from every Squadron: allmanner of Arms and Powder at will. Unto ours there remained no comfort at all, no hope, no supply either of Ships, Men, or Weapons; the Masters all beaten overboard, all her tackle cut asunder, her upper work altogether razed, and in effect evened she was with the water, but the very foundation or bottom of a Ship, nothing being left overhead either for flight or defence. Sir Richard finding himself in this distress, and unable any longer to make resistance, having endured in this fifteen hours' Fight, the Assault of fifteen several Armadas, all by turns aboard him, and by estimation eight hundred Shot of great Artillery, besides many Assaults and Entries: and that Himself and the Ship must needs be possessed by the Enemy, who were now all cast in a ring round about him (the Revenge not able to move one way or other, but as she was moved with the waves and billow of the Sea) commanded the Master Gunner, whom he knew to be a most resolute man, to split and sink the Ship, that thereby nothing might remain of Glory or Victory to the Spaniards: Seeing in so many hours fight, and with so great a Navy they were not able to take her, having had Fifteen hours' time, above ten Thousand Men, and Fifty and three Sail of Men of War to perform it withal: 
The Spanish 53. Sail.  and persuaded the Company, or as many as he could induce, to yield themselves unto God, and to the mercy of none else: but as they had, like Valiant Resolute Men, repulsed so many Enemies, they should not now shorten the Honour of their Nation, by prolonging their own Lives for a few Hours, or a few Days. The Master Gunner readily condescended and divers others; but the Captain and the Master were of another opinion, and besought Sir Richard to have care of them; alleging that the Spaniards would be as ready to entertain a Composition, as they were willing to offer the same; and that there being divers sufficient and Valiant Men yet living, and whose Wounds were not Mortal, they might do their Country and Prince acceptable Service hereafter. And whereas, Sir Richard had alleged that the Spaniards should never Glory to have taken one Ship of her Majesty, seeing they had so long and so notably defended themselves; they answered, that the Ship had Six-foot Water in hold, Three shot under Water, which were so weakly stopped, as with the first working of the Sea, she must needs Sink, and was besides so Crushed and Bruised, as she could never be removed out of the Place.  
And as the matter was thus in dispute, and Sir Richard refusing to hearken to any of those reasons; the Master of the Revenge (while the Captain won unto him the greater Party) was conveyed aboard the General Don Alfonso Bazan. Who (finding none overhasty to enter the Revenge again, doubting least Sir Richard would have Blown them up and himself, and perceiving by the Report of the Master of the Revenge his dangerous disposition) yielded that all their Lives should be saved, the Company sent for England, and the better sort to pay such reasonable Ransom as their Estate would bear, and in the mean Season to be free from Galley, or Imprisonment. To this he so much the rather condescended as well, as I have said, for fear of further less and mischief to themselves, as also for the desire he had to recover Sir Richard Granvill, whom for his notable valour he seemed greatly to Honour and Admire.  
When this answer was returned, and that safety of Life was promised, the Common sort being now at the end of their Peril, the most drew back from Sir Richard, and the Master Gunner; being no hard matter to dissuade men from Death to Life. The Master Gunner finding himself and Sir Richard thus prevented and Mastered by the greater number, would have slain himself with a Sword, had he not been by force withheld and locked into his cabin. Then the General sent many Boats aboard the Revenge, and divers of our men fearing Sir Richard's disposition, Stole away aboard the General and other Ships; Sir Richard thus over-matched was sent unto by Alfonso Bazan to remove out of the Revenge, the Ship being Marvellous unsavory, filled with Blood and Bodies of Dead, and Wounded men like a Slaughter house. Sir Richard answered, that he might do with his Body what he list, for he esteemed it not, and as he was carried out of the Ship he Sounded, and Reviving again desired the Company to pray for him. The General used Sir Richard with all Humanity, and left nothing unattempted that tended to his Recovery, highly commending his Valour and worthiness, and greatly bewailing the danger wherein he was, being unto them a Rare Spectacle, and a Resolution seldom approved, to see one Ship turn towards so many Enemies, to endure the charge and boarding of so many huge Armadas, and to resist and repel the assaults and entries of so many Soldiers. All which and more is confirmed by a Spanish Captain of the same Armada, and a present actor in the fight, who being severed from the Rest in a Storm, was by the Lion of London, a small Ship, taken, & is now Prisoner in London.  
The General Commander of the Armada, was Don Alphonso Bazan, Brother to the Marquis of Santa Cruz. The Admiral of the Biscaine Squadron, was Britandona, of the Squadron of Sivil the Marquis of Arumburch. The Hulks and Flyboats were Commanded by Luis Coutinho. There were Slain and Drowned in this fight, well near One Thousand of the Enemies, and Two special Commanders Don Luis de Sant John, and Don George de Prunaria de Mallaga, as the Spanish Captain confesseth, besides divers others of special account, whereof as yet report is not made.  
The Admiral of the Hulks and the Ascension of Sivil were both Sunk by the side of the Revenge; one other recovered the Road of Saint Michael, and sunk also there; a fourth ran herself with the Shore to save her men. Sir Richard died, as it is said, the Second or Third day aboard the General, & was by them greatly bewailed. What became of his body, whether it were buried in the Sea or on the Land we know not: the comfort that remaineth to his Friends is, that he hath ended his Life honourably, in respect of the reputation won to his Nation and Country, and of the same to his Posterity, and that being dead, he hath not outlived his own honour.  
For the rest of her Majesty's Ships that entered not so far into the Fight as the Revenge, the reasons and causes were these. There were of them but six in all whereof two but small Ships; the Revenge engaged past recovery: The Island of Flores was on the one side, 53 Sail of the Spanish, divided into Squadrons on the other, all as full filled with Soldiers as they could contain: Almost the one half of our men sick and not able to serve: The Ships grown foul, unromaged, and scarcely able to bear any Sail for want of Ballast, having been six months at the Sea before. If all the rest had entered, all had been lost: for the very hugeness of the Spanish Fleet, if no other Violence had been offered, would have crushed them between them into Shivers. Of which the dishonour and loss to the Queen had been far greater than the spoil or harm that the Enemy could any way have received. Notwithstanding it is very true, that the Lord Thomas would have entered between the Squadrons, but the rest would not condescend, and the Master of his own Ship offered to leap into the Sea, rather than to conduct that her Majesty's Ship, and the rest, to be a prey to the Enemy, where there was no hope nor Possibility either of Defence or Victory. Which also in my opinion had ill sorted or answered the discretion and trust of a General, to commit himself and his charge to an assured destruction, without hope, or any likelihood of prevailing: thereby to diminish the Strength of her Majesty's Navy, and to enrich the pride and glory of the Enemy. The Foresight of the Queens commanded by Mr Thomas Vavisor performed a very great Fight, and stayed two hours as near the Revenge as as the Wether would permit him, not forsaking the Fight, till he was like to be encompassed by the Squadrons, and with great difficulty cleared himself. The rest gave divers volleyss of Shot, and entered as far as the place permitted, and their own necessities, to keep the weather-gage of the Enemy, until they were parted by night. A few days after the Fight was ended, and the English Prisoners dispersed into the Spanish and Indie Ships, there arose so great a Storm from the West and North-West, that all the Fleet was dispersed, as well the Indian Fleet which were then come unto them, as the rest of the Armada that attended their arrival, of which 14 Sail, together with the Revenge and in her 200 Spaniards, were cast away upon the Isle of St Michael So it pleased them to honour the burial of that renowned Ship the Revenge, not suffering her to perish alone, for the great honour she achieved in her life time. On the rest of the Islands there were cast away in this Storm 15 or 16 more of the Ships of War: and of an hundred and odd Sail of the Indie Fleet, expected this year in Spain: What in this Tempest, and what before in the Bay of Mexico, and about the Bermudas, there were 70 and odd consumed and lost, with those taken by our Ships of London, besides one very rich Indian Ship, which set herself on fire, being boarded by the Pilgrim, and five other taken by Master Wats his Ship of London, between the Havana and Cape S. Antonio. The fourth of this Month of November we received Letters from the Tercera, affirming that there are 3000 bodies of men remaining in that Island, saved out of the perished Ships, and that by the Spaniards own confession, there are 10000 cast away in this Storm, besides those that are perished between the Islands and the Main. Thus it hath pleased God to fight for us, and to defend the Justice of our Cause, against the ambitious and bloody pretences of the Spaniard, who seeking to devour all Nations, are Themselves devoured. A manifest testimony how injust and displeasing, their attempts are in the sight of God, who hath pleased to witness by the success of their affairs his mislike of their bloody and injurious designs purposed and practised against all Christian Princes, over whom they seek unlawful and ungodly Rule and Empery.  
One day or two before this Wrack happened to the Spanish Fleet, when as some of our Prisoners desired to be set on shore upon the Islands, hoping to be from thence transported into England, which liberty was formerly by the General promised: One Morris Fitz. John, Son of Old John of Desmond, a notable Traitor, Cousin German to the late Earl of Desmond, was sent to the English from Ship to Ship, to persuade them to serve the King of Spain, the arguments he used to induce them were these. The increase of Pay which he promised to be trebled: advancement to the better sort: and the exercise of the True Catholic Religion, and safety of their Souls to all. For the first, even the beggarly and unnatural behaviour of those English and Irish Rebels, that served the King in that present action, was sufficient to answer that first argument of rich Pay. For so poor and beggarly they were, as for want of Apparel they stripped their poor Countrymen Prisoners out of their ragged Garments worn to nothing by six months' service, and spared not to despoil them even of their bloody Shirts, from their wounded bodies, and the very Shoes from their feet; A notable testimony of their rich entertainment and great Wages. The second reason was hope of advancement if they served well, and would continue faithful to the King. But what man can be so blockishly ignorant ever to expect place or honour from a foreign King, having no other argument or persuasion than his own disloyalty; to be unnatural to his own Country that bred him; to his Parents that begat him; and rebellious to his true Prince, to whose obedience he is bound by Oath, by Nature, and by Religion: No, they are only assured to be employed in all desperate enterprises, to be held in scorn and disdain ever among those whom they serve. And that ever Traitor was either trusted or advanced I could never yet read, neither can I at this time remember any example. And no man could have less becomed the place of an Orator for such a purpose, than this Morris of Desmond. For the Earl his Cousin being one of the greatest Subjects in that Kingdom of Ireland, having almost whole Countries in his possession; so many goodly Manors, Castles, and Lordships; the Count Palatine of Kerry five hundred Gentlemen of his own name and family to follow him, besides others (all which he possessed in peace for three or four hundred years) was in less than three years after his adhering to the Spaniards and Rebellion, beaten from all his holds, not so many as ten Gentlemen of his name left living, himself taken and beheaded by a Soldier of his own Nation, and his Land given by a Parliament to her Majesty, and possessed by the English: His other Cousin Sir John of Desmond taken by Master John Zouch, and his body hanged over the Gates of his native City to be devoured by Ravens: the third Brother Sir James hanged, drawn, and quartered in the same place. If he had withal vaunted of his success of his own house, no doubt the Argument would have moved much, and wrought great effect; which because he for that present forgot, I thought it good to remember in his behalf. For matter of Religion it would require a particular Volume, if I should set down how irreligiously they cover their greedy and ambitious pretences, with that veil of Piety. But sure I am, that there is no Kingdom or Commonwealth in all Europe▪ but if they be reform, they then Invade it for Religion sake, if it be, as they term Catholic, they pretend Title; as if the Kings of Castille were the natural heirs of all the world: and so between both, no Kingdom is unsought. Where they dare not with their own forces to invade, they basely entertain the Traitors and Vagabonds of all Nations: seeking by those and by their runagate Jesuits to win parts, and have by that means ruined many noble Houses & others in this Land, & have extinguished both their Lives and Families. What good, honour, or fortune ever Man yet by them achieved, is yet unheard of, or unwritten. And if our English Papists do but look into Portugal, against which they have no pretence of Religion, how the Nobility are put to death, imprisoned, their rich men made a Prey, & all sorts of People Captived; they shall find that the Obedience even of the Turks is easy and a Liberty, in respect of the Slavery and Tyranny of Spain. What have they done in Sicill, in Naples, Milan, and in the Low-Countries; who hath there been spared for Religion at all? And it cometh to my remembrance of a certain Burger of Antwerp, whose House being entered by a Company of Spanish Soldiers, when they first Sacked the City, he besought them to spare him and his Goods, being a Good Catholic, and one of their own Party and Faction; The Spaniards answered, that they knew him to be of a good Conscience for himself; but his Money, Plate, Jewels, and Goods, were all Heretical, and therefore good prize. So they abused and tormented the Foolish Fleming, who hoped that an Agnus Dei had been a sufficient target against all force of that Holy and Charitable Nation. Neither have they at any time as they protest, invaded the Kingdoms of the Indies and Peru, and elsewhere, but only led thereunto, rather to reduce the People to Christianity, then for either Gold or Empery; whenas in one only Island called Hispaniola, they have Wasted Thirty Hundred Thousand of the Natural People▪ besides many Millions else in other places of the Indies: A poor and harmless people Created of God, and might have been won to his knowledge, as many of them were; and almost as many as ever were persuaded there unto: The Story whereof is at large, Written by a Bishop of their own Nation, called Bartholomew de las Casas, and Translated into English, and many other Languages, entitled, The Spanish Cruelties. Who would therefore repose trust in such a Nation of Ravenous Strangers, and especially in those Spaniards, which more greedily thirst after English Blood, then after the lives of any other people of Europe, for the many overthrows and Dishonours they have received at our hands, whose Weakness we have discovered to the World, and whose forces at home, abroad, in Europe, in India, by Sea and Land, we have even with handfuls of men and Ships, Overthrown and Dishonoured. Let not therefore any Englishman, of what Religion soever, have other opinion of the Spaniards, but that those whom he seeketh to win of our Nation, he esteemeth base and Traitorous, unworthy persons, or unconstant fools; and that he useth his pretence of Religion, for no other purpose but to bewitch us from the Obedience of our Natural Prince; thereby hoping in time to bring us to Slavery and Subjection, and then none shall be unto them so odious and disdained as the Traitors themselves, who have sold their Country to a Stranger, and forsaken their faith and Obedience contrary to Nature and Religion; and contrary to that humane and general honour, not only of Christians, but of Heathen and Irreligious Nations; who have always sustained what labour soever, and embraced even Death itself, for their Country, Prince, or Common wealth. To conclude, it hath ever to this day pleased God to prosper and defend her Majesty, to break the purposes of Malicious Enemies, of forsworn Traitors, and of unjust Practices and Invasions. She hath ever been Honoured of the Worthiest Kings, Served by faithful Subjects, and shall by the favour of God, Resist, Repel and Confound all whatsoever attempts against her Sacred Person or Kingdom. In the mean time, Let the Spaniard and Traitor vaunt of their Success, and we her true and obedient Vassals, guided by the shining light of of her Virtues, shall always love her, serve her, and obey her to the End of our Lives.   

His Majesty's Royal Warrant to the Earl of bath, then Sr. John Granvill, at Brussels, immediately before his Restauration.  
CHARLES R.  
IN consideration of the many Services done us by our Right Trusty and Wellbeloved Servant Sr. John Granvill (one of the Gentlemen of our Bedchamber) and his Father, the most Valiant and Loyal Sir Bevill Granvill, who most Honourably lost his Life at the Battle of Landsdown, in the Defence and Service of the Crown, against the Rebels, after he had performed many other great and signal Services.  
But more especially in consideration of the late most extraordinary Services (never to be forgotten by us or our Posterity) which the said Sr. John Granvill hath lately rendered us in his Person, in his secret, prudent and most faithful Transactions and Negotiations, in concluding that most happy Treaty which he had lately, by our special Command and Commission, with our Famous and Renowned General Monk; and wherein he alone (and no other) was entrusted by Us, concerning the said Treaty, about those most important Affairs for our Restauration; which he has most faithfully performed with great prudence, care, secrecy and advantage for our Service, without any conditions imposed upon us beyond our expectation, and the Commission we gave him; whereof we doubt not, but by God's blessing, we shall speedily see the effects of our said happy Restauration. We are graciously pleased to promise, upon the Word of a King, that as soon as we are arrived in England, and it shall please God to restore us to our Crown of that Kingdom; We will confer upon our said right Trusty and wellbeloved Servant Sir John Granvill the place and office of Groom of our Stole, and First Gentlemen of our Bedchamber (with all Fees, Pensions, and Perquisites thereunto belonging) together with the Title and Dignity of an Earl of our Kingdom of England: And the better to support the said Title of Honour, and to reward as we ought those many great services, and to recompense the losses and sufferings of him and his Family; We are further graciously pleased to promise upon our said Royal Word, to pay all the Debts that he the said Sir John Granvill, or his Father have contracted in the late Wars, in our service, or in our Royal Fathers of Blessed Memory; and also to bestow and settle, in good Land in England, an Estate of Inheritance to the value of at least 3000 l. per annum, upon him the said Sir John Granvill, and his Heirs for ever; to remain as a perpetual acknowledgement for his said services; and as a Testimony of our Grace and Favour towards, him, and that Ancient and Loyal Family of the Granvills, unto all Posterity. Given at our Court at Brussels, the 2d of April, in the 12th year of our Reign 1660.  
By his Majesty's Command Edw. Nicholas.  
FINIS.