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To his sister Mary: but by Henry Gray,

As when we liv'd untouch'd with these disgraces, Then duke of Suffolk, bearing mighty sway,

When as our kingdoin was our dear embraces : With the consent, and by the pow'rful hand,

(*) At Durham palace, where sweet Hymen sang, Of John, the stout duke of Northumberland, Whose buildings with our nuptial music rang : His fourth son, Gilford Dudley, they affy'd When prothalamions prais'd that happy day, To fair Jane Gray, which by the mother's side Wherein great Dudley match'd with noble Gray, Some title claim'd: this marriage them between,

When they devis'd to link, by wedlock's band, The lady Jane was here proclaimed queen.

The house of Suffolk to Northumberland; But Mary soon prevailing by her pow'r,

Our fatal dukedom to your dukedom bound,
Caused those two preserved in the Tow'r,

To frame this building on so weak a ground.
There to be prison'd; where, their blame to quit, For what avails a lawless usurpation,
They each to other these epistles writ.

Which gives a sceptre, but not rules a nation ?
Oo!y the surfeit of a vain opinion : (ininion.”

“ What gives content, gives what exceeds do-
Mine own dear lord, sith thou art lock'd from me, (?) When first mine ears were pierced with the
In this disguise my love must steal to thee, Of Jane, proclaimed by a princess' name, (fame
Since to renew all loves, all kindness past, A sudden fright my trembling heart appals :
This refuge scarcely left, yet this the last. “ The fear of conscience ent'reth iron walls."
My keeper coming, I of thee inquire,

Thrice happy for our fathers had it been, Who with thy greeting answers my desire; If what we fear'd, they wisely had foreseen, Which my tongue willing to return again, And kept a mean gate in an humble path, Grief stops my words, and I but strive in vain : To have escap'd the Heav'n's impetuous wrath. Wherewith amaz’d, away in haste he goes, (woes. The true-bred eagle strongly stems the wind, When through my lips my heart thrusts forth iny And not each bird resembling their brave kind; But then the doors, that make a doleful sound, He, like a king, doth from the clouds command Drive back my words, that in the noise are The fearful fowl, that move but near the land. drown'd;

Tho' Mary be from mighty kings descended, Which somewhat hush'd, the echo doth record, My blood not from Plantagenet pretended ; And twice or thrice reiterates my word:

(*) My grandsire Brandon did our house advance,
When, like an adverse wind in Ísis' course, By princely Mary, dowager of France :
Against the tide bending his boist'rous force; The fruit of that fair stock, which did combine,
But when the flood hath wrought itself about, And York's sweet branch with Lancaster's entwine,
He following on, doth headlong thrust it out: And in one stalk did happily unite
Thus strive my sighs with tears ere the begin, The pure vermilion rose and purer white;
And breaking out, again sighs drive them in. I, the entirely slip of that rich stem,

A thousand forms present my troubled thought, Whose golden bud brings forth a diadem.
Yet prove abortive ere they forth are brought. But oh! forgive me, Lord, it is not 1,
The depth of woe with words we hardly sound, Nor do I boast of this, but learn to die :
Sorrow is so insensibly profound.”

Whilst we were as ourselves, conjoined then,
As tears do fall and rise, sighs come and go, Nature to nature, now an alien.
So do these numbers ebb, so do they flow.

" To gain a kingdoin, who spares their next blood? These briny tears do make my ink look pale, Nearncss contemn'd, if sov'reignty withstood. My ink clothes tears in this sad mourning veil; A diadem once dazzling the eye, The letters, mourners, weep with my dim eye, The day too dark to see affinity; The paper pale, griev'd at my misery.

And where the arm is stretch'd to reach a crown, Yet miserable ourselves why should we deem, Friendship is broke, the dearest things thrown Sith none are so but in their own esteem ?

down." " Who in distress from resolution fies,

(*) For what great Henry most strove to avoid, Is rightly said to yield to miseries."

The Heav'ns have built, wbere Earth would have (') They which begot us, did beget this sin,

destroy'd. They first begun what did our grief begin : And seating Edward on his regal throne, We tasted not, 'twas they which did rebel, He gives to Mary all that was his own, (Not our offence) but in their fall we fell : By death assuring what by life is theirs, They which a crown would to my lord have link'd, The lawful claim of Henry's lawful heirs. All hope of life and liberty extinct ;

By mortal laws the bond may be divorc'd, A subject horn, a sov'reigu to have been,

But Heav'n's decree by no means can be foro'd: Have made me now nor subject, nor a queen.

That rules the case, when men have all decreed, Ah, vile Ambition, how dost thou deceive us ! Who took bim hence, foresaw who should succeed ; Which show'st us Hear'n, and yet in Hell dost For we in vain rely on human laws, (cause. leave us.

When Heaven stands forth to plead the righteous “ Seldom untouch'd doth innocence escape,

Thus rule the skies in their continual course ; When errpur cometh in good counsel's shape; That yields to fate, that doth not yield to force. A lawful title counterchecks proud might;

“ Man's wit doth build for Time but to devour, The weakest things become strong props to right.”

But Virtue's free from Time and Fortune's pow'r." Then, my dear lord, although affliction grieve us, Then, my kind lord, sweet Gilfard, be not griev'd, Yet let our spotless innocence relieve us.

The soul is heav'nly, and from Heaven reliev'd; “ Death but an acted passion doth appear,

And as we once have plighted troth together, Where truth gives courage, and the conscience Now let us make exchange of minds to either : And let thy comfort thas consist in mine, (clear.” To thy fair breast take my resolved mind, Tbat I bear part of wbatsoe'er is thine ;

Arm'd against black Despair and all her kind :

Into my hosom breathe that soul of thine, fathers, whose pride was the cause of the utter There to be made as perfect as is mine:

overthrow of their children. So shall our faiths as firmly be approved,

(3) At Durham palace, where sweet Hymen sang, As I of thee, or thou of me be loved.

The buildings, &c.
This life, no life, wert thou not dear to me,
Nor this no death, were I not woe for thee.

The lord Gilford Dudley, fourth son to John Thou my dear hu-band and my lord before,

Dudley, duke of Northumberland, married the But truly learn to die, thou shalt be inore.

lady Jane Gray, daughter to the duke of Suffolk, Now live by pray'r, on Heav'n fix all thy thought,

at Durhain-house in the Strand, And surely find whate'er by zeal is sought:

(") When first mine ears were pierced with the fame For each good motion that the soul awakes,

Of Jane, proclaimed by a princess' nanie.
A hear'aly figure sees, from whence it takes
That sweet resemblance, which by pow'r of kind

Presently upon the death of king Edward, the Forms (like itself) an image in the mind,

lady Jane was taken as queen, conveyed by water And in our faith the operations be,

to the Tower of London for her safety, and after Of that divineness which through that we see;

proclaimed in divers parts of the realm, as so Which never errs, but accidentally,

ordained by king Edward's letters patents and his

will. By our frail Aesh's imbecility; By each temptation over-apt to slide,

() My grandsire Brandon did our house advance Except our spirit becomes our body's guide:

By princely Mary, dowager of France.
E'or as these towers our bodies do enclose,
So our souls' prisons verily are those :

Henry Gray, duke of Suffolk, married Frances, Our bodies stopping that celestial light,

the eldest daughter of Charles Brandon, duke of As these do binder our exterior sight;

Suffolk, by the French queen; by which Frances Whereon death seizing, doth discharge the debt,

he had this lady Jane. This Mary, the French And us at blessed liberty doth set.

queen, was daughter to king Henry the Seventh, Then draw thy forces all up to thy heart,

by Elizabeth his queen ; which happy marriage The strongest fortress of this earthly part,

conjoined the two noble families of Lancaster and

And on these three let thy assurance lie,
On faith, repentance, and humility,

() For what great Henry most strove to avoid. By which, to Heav'n ascending by degrees,

Noting the distrust tbat king Henry the Eighth Persist in pray'r upon your bended knees: Whereon if you assuredly be stay'd,

ever had in the princess Mary his daughter, fear

ing she would alter the state of religion in the You need in peril not to be dismay'd,

land, by watching with a stranger, confessing the Which still shall keep you that you shall not fall,

right that king Henry's issue had to the crown. For any peril that can you appal : The key of Heav'n thus with you you shall bear, (") But she to fair Elizabeth shall leave it. And grace your guiding, get you entrance there ;

A prophecy of queen Mary's barrenness, and of And you of those celestial joys possess,

the happy and glorious reign of queen Elizabeth; Which mortal tongue's unable to express.

her restoring of religion, the abolishing of the Then thank the Hear'n, preparing us this room,

Roinish servitude, and casting aside the yoke of Crowning our heads with glorious martyrdom,

Before the black and dismal days begin,
The days of all idolatry and sin,
Not suff'ring us to see that wicked age,
When persecution 'vehemently shall rage ;

GILFORD DUDLEY TO THE LADY JANE When tyranny new tortures shall invent

To inflict vengeance on the innocent.
Yet Heav'n forbid that Mary's womb should bring As the swan singing at his dying hour,
England's fair sceptre to a foreign king;

So I reply from my iropris'ning tow'r: (*) But she to fair Elizabeth shall leave it,

O! could there be that pow'r but in my verse, Which broken, hurt, and wounded, shall receive it: T” express the grief which my sad heart doth And on her temples having plac'd the crown, The very walls, that straitly thee enclose, (pierce! Root out the dregs, idolatry hath sown;

Would surely weep at reading of my woes; And Sion's glory shall again restore,

Let your eyes lend, I'll pay you every tear, Laid ruin, waste, and desolate before:

And give you int’rest, if you do forbear; And from black cinders, and rude heaps of stones, Drop for a drep, and if you'll needs have loan, Shall gather up the martyrs' sacred bones; I will repay you frankly two for one. And shall extirp the pow'r of Rome again,

Perhaps you'll think (your sorrows to appease) And east aside the heavy yoke of Spain.

That words of comfort fitter were than these : Farewel, sweet Gilford ! know, our end is near, True, and in you when such perfection liveth, Heav'n is our hoine, we are but strangers here: As in most grief, me now most comfort giveth. Let us make haste to go unto the blest,

But think not, Jane, that cowardly I faint, Which from these wcary worldly labours rest. To beg man's inercy by my sad complaint, Anil with these lines, my dearest lord, I greet thee, | That death so much my courage can control, Until in Heav'n thy Jane again shall meet thee. At the departing of my living soul.

For if one life a thousand lives could be, ANNOTATIONS OF THE CHRONICLE HISTORY.

All those too few to consummate with thee, (') They which begot us, did beget this sin.

When thou this cross so patiently dost bear, Showing the ambition of tbe two dukes their | As if thou wert incapable of fear,

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and dost no more this dissolution fly,

Ere greatness gain'd, we give it all our heart,
Than if long age constrained thee to die.

But being once come, we wish it would depart,
Yet it is strange, thou art become my foe, And indiscreetly follow that so fast,
And only now add'st most unto my woe;

Which overtaken, punisheth our haste.
Not that I loath what most did me delight,

If any one do pity our offence,
But that so long deprived of thy sight :

Let him be sure that he bè far from hence:
For when I speak, and would complain my wrong,

Here is no place for any one that shall
Straightways thy name possesset h all my tongue, So much as once commiserate our fall:
As thou before me evermore didst lie

And we of mercy vainly shonld but think,
The present object to my longing eye.

Dur timeless tears th’insatiate Earth doth drink.
No ominous star did at thy birthtide shine, All lamentations utterly forlorn,
That might of thy sad destiny divine ;

Dying before they fully can be born.
'Tis only I that did thy fall persuade,

Mothers, that should their woful children rae;
And thou by me a sacrifice art made,

Fathers, in death to kindly bid adieu ;
As in those countries where the loving wives Friends, their dear farewel lovingly to take;
With their kind husbands end their happy lives, The faithful servant weeping for our sake;
And crown'd with garlands, in their brides' attire, Brothers and sisters waiting on our bier,
Burn with his body in the fun’ral fire ;

Mourners to tell what we were living here :
And she the worthiest reckon'd is of all,

But we (alas !) deprived are of all,
Whom least the peril seemeth to appal.

So fatal is our miserable fall!
I boast not of Northumberland's great name, And, where at first for safety we were shut,
(") (Nor of Ket conquer’d, adding to our fame)

Now in dark prison wofully are put,
When he to Norfolk with his armies sped,

And from the height of our ambitious state,
And thence in chains the rebels captive led, Lie to repent our arrogance too late.
And bronght safe peace returning to our doors, To chy persuasion thus I then reply,
Yet spread his glory on the eastern shores: Hold on thy course, resolved still to die;

Nor of my brothers, from whose natural grace And when we shall so þappily be gone,
Virtue may spring to beautify our race;

Leave it to Heaven to give the rightful throne;
() Nor of Gray's match, my children born by thee, and with that health regreet I thee again,
Of the great blood undoubtedly to be :

Which I of late did gladly entertain.
But of thy virtue only do I boast,
That wherein I may justly glory most.

I crav'd no kingdoms, tho' I thee did crave :

(") Nor of Ket conqner'd, adding to our fame. It me suffic'd thy only self to have: Yet let me say, howerer it befell,

John, duke of Northumberland, when before Methinks a crown should have becom’d thee well: he was earl of Warwick, in his expedition against For sure thy wisdom merited, or none, (throne;

Ket, overthrew the rebels of Norfolk and Suffolk, (6) To have been heard with wonder from a encamped at Mount-Surrey in Norfolk. When from thy lips the counsel to each deed,

(*) Nor of my brothers, from whose natural grace. Doth as from some wise oracle proceed. And more esteem'd thy virtues were to me,

Gilford Dudley, as remenibering in this place

the towardness of his brothers, which were all Than all that else might ever come by thee:

likely indeed to have raised that house of the So chaste thy love, so innocent thy life,

Dudleys, of which he was a fourth brotber, if not
As being a virgin when thou wert a wife ;
So great a gift the Heav'n on me bestow'd,

suppressed by their father's overthrow.
As giving that, it nothing could have ow'd : (') Nor of Gray's match, my children born by thee.
Such was the good I did possess of late,

Noting in this place the alliance of the lady Ere worldly care disturb'd our quiet state ; Jane Gray by her mother, which was Frances, the Ere trouble olid in ev'ry place abound,

daughter of Charles Brandyn, by Mary the French And angry war our former peace did wounde

queen, daughter to Henry the Seventh, and sister But to know this, ambition us affords,

to Henry the Eighth.
“One crown is guarded with a thousand swords :
To mean estates meau sorrows are but shown,

(6) To have been heard with wonder from a throne. But crowns have cares, whose workings be un Seldom hath it ever been known of any woman known.”

endued with such wonderful gifts, as was this lady, When Dudley led his armies to the East, both for her wisdom and learning : of whose skill Of our whole forces gen'rally possest,'

in the tongues, one reporteth by this epigram:
What then was thonght his enterprise could let, Miraris Janam Graio sermone valere?
( Whom a grave council freely did abet,

Quo primùm nata est tempore Graia fuit.
That had the judgment of the pow'rful laws
In ev'ry point to justify the cause

(") When Dudley led his army' to the East.
The holy church a helping hand that laid,

The duke of Northumberland prepared his Who would have thought that these could not have power at London for his expedition against the But what (alas !) can parliaments avail, (sway'd ? rebels in Norfolk, and making haste away, apWhere Mary's right must Edward's acts repeal? pointed the rest of his forces to meet him at New. (") When Suffolk's pow'r doth Suffolk's hopes market-heath: of whom this saying is reported, withstand,

that passing through Shore-ditch, the lord Gray in Northumberland doth leave Northumberland; his company, seeing the people in great nunbers And they that should our greatness undergo, come to see him, he said, “ The people press to Us and our actions only overthrow.

see us, but pone bid God speed us."


(9) What a grave council freely did abet.

From th' emperor there ambassadors antive, John Dudley, duke of Northumberland, when The kings of Denmark, Hungary and Spain; he went out against queen Mary, had his commis- And that each thing they aptly might contrive, sion sealed for the generalship of the army, by the And both the kings there largely might complain, consent of the whole council of the land : inso-1 The duke of Orleance for the French doth strive much that passing through the council-cbamber To show bis grievance; William Pool again, at his departure, the earl of Arundel wished, that

The earl of Suffolk, doth for England stand, he might have gone with him in that expedition,

Who steer'd the state then with a pow'rful hand. and to spend his blood in the quarrel.

For eighteen months they ratify a peace () When Suffolk's pow'r doth Suffolk's hopes witb- 'Twixt these proud realms, which Suffolk doth stand,

pursue Northumberland doth leave Northumberland.

With all his pow'rs, with hope still to increase, The Suffolk men were the first that ever resorted Por by his means, if so this war might cease,

The same expir'd, that it should soon renew : to queen Mary in her distress, repairing to her He had a plot of which they never knew, succours whilst she remained both at Keninghall

To his intent which if all things went right, and at Fremingham castle, still increasing her aids,

He'll make the dull world to admire his might. until the duke of Northumberland was left forsaken at Cambridge.

For having seen fair Margaret in France,
(That time's bright'st beauty) being then but


Her piercing eyes with many a subtile glance CATALOGUE OF THE HEROICAL LOVES. His mighty heart so forcibly had stung,

As made him think, if that he could advance The world's fair Rose, and Henry's frosty fire, This mortal wonder, only that among John's tyranny, and chaste Matilda's wrong,

His rising fortunes should the greatest prove, Th' enraged queen, and furious Mortimer, The scourge of France, and his chaste love, I sung: Her eyes at all points arm’d with those deceits,

If to his queen he could advance his love. Deposed Richard, Isabel exild, 'The gallant Tudor, and fair Catharine,

That to her sex are natural every way; Duke Humphry, and old Cobham's hapless child; Which with more art she, at enticing baits, Courageous Pool, and that brave spir'tful queen ; For this great tord doth with advantage lay; Edward, and the delicious London dame; As he again, that on her bosom waits, Brandon, and that ric? dowager of France;

Had found that there, which could be come to sway, Surrey, with his fair paragon of fame;

He would put fair as ever man did yet, Dudley's mishap, and virtuous Gray's mischance : Upon the height of Fortune's wheel to sito Their sev'ral loves since I before have shown,

Love and ambition spur him in such sort,
Now give me leave at last to sing mine own.

As that (alone) t'accomplisb his desire,
To fall with Phaëton he would think it sport,
Tho' he should set the universe on fire:
Nor recks he what the world of him report,

He must scorn that, who will dare to aspire ;

For thro' the air his wings him way sball make, I sing a woman, and a pow'rful queen,

Tho' in his fall the frame of Heaven he shake. Henry the Sixth, the king of England's wife, Reyner, descended from the royal stem The heauteous Marg'ret, whose misgovern'd spleen Of France, the duke of Anjou, styled king So many sorrows brought upon her life,

Of Naples, Sicil, and Jerusalem ; As upon woman's never yet were seen ;

Altho' in them he bad not any thing, In tbe beginning of that fatal strife

But the poor title of a diadem; (Th' unlucky season) when the Yorkists sought Seeing by Suffolk greater hopes to spring, To bring the line of Lancaster to nought.

Puts on his daughter that great ford to please, It was the time of those great stirs in France, Of England's counsels who kept all the keys. Their ancient right that th' English had regain'd,

But strange encounters strongly him oppose, But the proud French attributing to chance,

In his first entrance to this great design; What by mere manhood stoutly ours obtain's,

Those men were mighty that against him rose, Their late-fall'n ensigns labour'd to advance,

And came upon him with a countermine ; The streets with blood of either nation stain'd:

That he must now play cunningly, or lose ; These strive to hold, those to cast off the yoke,

Cunning they were against him that combine, Whilst forts and towns flew up to Heav'n in

Plot above plot doth strain aloft to tower, smoke.

The conflict great, 'twixt policy and power. 'The neighbouring princes, greatly pitying then The Christian blood in that long quarrel shed, For Humphry, duke of Glo'ster, styl'd the Good, Which had devour'd such multitudes of men, England's protector, sought a match to make That the full Earth could scarcely keep her dead; With a fair princess of as royal blood, Yet for each English, of her natives ten :

The daughter of the earl of Alminake, In zeal to peace these neighbouring princes led, And his crown'd nephew: but stout Suffolk stood

At Tours in Touraine set them down a diet, Still for his mistress, nor will her forsake, (Could it be done) these clamorous feuds to But make her Henry's queen in spite of all ; quiet.

Or she shall rise, or Suffolk swears to fall.


By the French faction when she up is cry'd, Triumphal arches the glad town doth raise, of all angelic excellence the prime,

And tilts and turneys are perform'd at court, Who was so dull that her not deify'd,

Conceited masks, rich banquets, witty plays, To be the only master-piece of time?

Besides amongst them many a pretty sport: The praise of her extended is so wide,

Poets write prothalamions in their praise, As that thereon a man to Heaven night climb : Until mens ears were cloy'd with the report :

All tongues and ears enchanted with delight, Of either sex, and who doth not delight

When they do talk, or hear of Margarite. To wear the daisy for queen Margarite' And those whom Pool about his prince had plac'd,

The triumphs ended, he to England goes And for bis purpose taught the tricks of court;

With this rich gem allotted him to keep,

Still entertained with most sumptuous shows, To this great king, and many a time had grac'd, To make his ears more apt for their report ;

In passing through Normandy to Diepe,

Where like the sea the concourse daily flows, Having the time most diligently tracd, And saw these things successfully to sort,

Por her departure whilst sad France doth weep; Strike in a hand, and up together bear,

And that the ships their crooked anchons weigh'd, To make fair Margʻret music in his ear.

By which to England she must be convey'd.

And being fitted both for wind and tide, Anjou a dutchy, Main a county great,

Out of the harbour flies this goodly fleet, (ply'd, Of which the English long had been possest ; And for fair Portsmouth their straight course they And Mauns a city of no small receit,

Where the king stay'd his lovely bride to meet : To which the duke pretended interest :

“Yonder she comes,” when as the people cry'do For the conclusion, when they came to treat, Busy with rushes strewing every street, And things by Pool were to the utmost prest, The brainless vulgar little understand Are to duke Reyner render'd up to hold :

The horrid plagues that ready were to land. To buy a Helen, thus a Troy was sold.

Which but too soon all-seeing Heaveu foretold: When of an earl, a marquess Pool is made, For she was scarcely safely put on shore, Then of a marquess is a duke created ;

But that the skies (o wond'rous to behold!) For he at ease in Portune's lap was laid,

O'erspread with lightning hideously do roar, To glorious actions wholly consecrated :

The furious winds with one another scold, Hard was the thing that he could not persuade, Never such tempests had been seen before : In the king's favour he was so instated;

With sudden floods whole villages were drown'd, Without his Suffolk who could not subsist, Steeples with earthquakes tumbled to the ground.

So that he ruled all things as he list.
This with a strong astonishment doth strike

When to their purpose things to pass were brought, Th' amazed world, which knew not what to say ;

And these two brave ambitious spirits were met, What living man but did the act mislike,

The queen and duke now frame their working If him it did not utterly dismay,

thought, That what with blood was bought at push of pike, Por soon they found the king could not be wrought

Into their hands the sovereignty to get :
Got in an age, giv’n in an hour away?
Some largely speak, and some again are dumb,

Up to their ends, nature so low had set
Wood'ring what would of this strange world

His humble heart; that what they would obtain, become.

'Tis they must do't, by colour of his reign.

And for they found the grieved commons gratch, As when some dreadful comet doth appcar,

At this which Suffolk desperately had done, Athwart the Heaven that throws his threat’ning Who for the queen had parted with so much, light,

Thereby yet nothing to the realm had won, The peaceful people that at quiet were,

And those that spurr'd the people on, were such, Stand with wild gazes wond'ring at the sight;

As to oppose them openly begun; Some war, some plagues, some famine greatly fear,

Therefore by them some greatones down must go, Some falls of kingdoms, or of men of might:

Which if they miss'd of, they themselves must so. The grieved people thus their judgments spend, Of these strange actions what should be the end. York then, which had the regency in France,

They force the king ignobly to displace, When Suffolk, procurator for the king,

Thereto the duke of Somerset t' advance, Is shipp'd for France, t'espouse the beauteous bride, Their friend, and one of the Lancastrian race; And Gitted to the full of every thing,

For they betwixt them turn'd the wheel of chance, Follow'd with England's gallantry and pride; "Tis they cry up, 'tis they that do debase : (As fresh as is the bravery of the spring)

He's the first man they purpos'd to remove, Coming to Tours, there sumptuously affy'd ; The only minion of the people's love. This one, whose like no age had seen before,

This open'd wide the public way, whereby Whose eyes out-shone the jewels that she wore.

Ruin rusli'd in upon the troubled land, Her reverent parents ready in the place,

Under whose weight it happen'd long to lie, As overjoy'd this happy day to see,

Quite overthrown with their ill-guiding hand ; The king and queen the nuptials there to grače;

For their ambition, looking over-high, On them tbret dukes, as their attendants be,

Could in no measure aptly understand Seven earls, twelve barons in their equipace,

Upon their heads the danger that they drew, And twenty bishops : whilst that only she,

Whose force, too soon, they and their faction Like to the rosy morning towards the rise,

knew. Cheers all the church, as it doth cheer the skies.

Margarite in French sinigfies a daisy.

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