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Bedeckt most rich with silver studs,

On cotes of scarlet red;

A blushing hew, which England's fame many a yeare hath bred.

Now

Thus Tudor and Plantaginet
These honors first devized,
To welcome long desired peace,
With us so dearely prized.
A peace that now maintayned is
By James, our royall king:
For peace brings plenty to the land,
With every blessed thing.`

To speake againe of Henries praise,
His princely liberall hand

Gave guifts and graces many waies

Unto this famous land:

For which the Lord him blessings sent,
And multiplied his store;

In that he left more wealth to us
Then any king before.

For first his sweet and lovely queene,

A joy above the rest,

Brought him both sonnes and daughters faire,

To make this kingdom blest.

The royall blood, that was at ebb,

So increased by this queene, That England's heirs unto this day,

Doe florish faire and greene.

The first faire blessing of his seede
Was Arthur Prince of Wales,
Whose vertues to the Spanish court,

Quite ore the ocean sayles.

There Ferdinand, the King of Spaine,
His daughter Katherne gave
For wife unto the English prince;
A thing that God would have.

Yet Arthur in his lofty youth,
And blooming time of age,
Submitted meekely his sweet life
To death's impartiall rage:
Who dying so, no issew left,
The sweet of nature's joy,

Which compast England round with griefe,
And Spaine with sad anoy.

King Henries second comfort prov'd

A Henry of his name;

In following time eight[h] Henry cal'd,

A king of noble fame.

He conquered Bullen with his sword,

With many townes in France:

His manly might and fortitude
Did England's fame advance.

He popish abbies first supprest,
And papestry pul'd downe;
And bound their lands by parliment

Unto his royall crowne.

He had three children by three wives,

All princes raining here; Edward, Mary, and Elizabeth,

A queene belov'd most deare.

These three sweet branches bare no frute,
God no such joy did send;
Through which the kingly Tudors' name
In England here had end.
The last Plantaginet that liv'd

Was nam'd Elizabeth:

Elizabeth last Tudor was,

The greatest queene of earth.

Seventh Henry yet we name againe,

Whose grace gave

free consent

To have his daughters married, both

To kings of high desent:

Margret, the eldest of the twaine,

Was made great Scotland's queene;

As wise, as fair, as vertuous

As eare was lady seene.

From which fair queene our royall king
By lineale course descendeth;
And rightfully he injoys that crowne,

Which God now still befrendeth.

For Tudor and Plantaginet,

By yeelding unto death,

Have made renowned Steward's name

The greatest upon earth.

His younger daughter, Mary cal'd,
As princely by degree,

Was by her father worthy thought

The Queene of France to be: And after to the Suffolke Duke

Was made a noble wife,

Where, in the famous English court
She lead a vertuous life.

King Henry and his lovely queene
Rejoyst to see the day,

To have their children thus advanst

With honors every way:
Which purchast pleasure and content,
With many a yeares delight;
Till sad mischance, by cruell death,
Procur'd them both a spight.

The queene, that faire and princely dame,

That mother meeke and mild,

To ad more number to her joyes,
Againe grew big with child:

All which brought comfort to her King;
Against which carefull hower,

He lodg'd his dear kind-hearted queene
In London's stately Tower.

That tower, which prov'd so fatal once

To princes of degree,

Prov'd fatall to this noble queene,

For therein dyed she.

In child-bed lost she her sweet life,

Her life esteem'd so deare;

Which had beene England's loving queene

Full many a happy yeare.

The king herewith posest with griefe,
Spent many months in moane;
And dayly sight, and said that he
Like her could find out none:

Nor none could he in fancy chuse
To make his weded wife;

Therefore a widdower would remaine

The remnant of his life.

His after-daies he spent in peace

And quietnesse of mind;

Like king and queene, as these two were,

The world can hardly find.

Our king and queene, yet like to them

In vertue and true love,

Have heavenly blessings, in like sort,

From heavenly powers above.

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