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 To speake againe of Henries praise, Gave guifts and graces many waies Unto this famous land: For which the Lord him blessings sent, In that he left more wealth to us 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 Quite ore the ocean sayles. There Ferdinand, the King of Spaine, Yet Arthur in his lofty youth, Which compast England round with griefe, 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 He popish abbies first supprest, 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, 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 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, 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 King Henry and his lovely queene To have their children thus advanst With honors every way: The queene, that faire and princely dame, That mother meeke and mild, To ad more number to her joyes, All which brought comfort to her King; He lodg'd his dear kind-hearted queene 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, Nor none could he in fancy chuse 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. |