An AVE MARIA in Commendation of our most
Vertuous Queene.
Imprinted at London, in Pater Noster Reaw, by Richard Lant.
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Haile
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HAile Quene of England, of most worthy fame
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For vertue, for wisdome, for mercy & grace:
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Most firme in the fath: Defence of the same:
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Christ save her and keepe her, in every place.
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Marie
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Marie the mirrour of mercifulnesse,
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God of his goodnesse, hath lent to this lande:
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Our jewell, our joye, our Judeth doutlesse,
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The great Holofernes of hell to withstande.
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Full
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Full well I may liken, and boldly compare
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Her highnesse, to Hester, that vertuous Quene:
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The envious Hamon, to kyll, is her care,
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And all wicked workers, to wede them out clene.
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Of
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Of sectes and of schysmes, a riddaunce to make,
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Of horrible errours, and heresies all,
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She carckes & cares, & great travell dooth take,
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That vertue may flourish, and vice have a fall.
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Grace
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Grace and all goodnesse, doth garnish her Grace
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with mercifull meeknesse, on every syde,
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And pitifull Prudence, in rennyng her race.
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Her highnesse in honor, most godly dooth guyde
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Our
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Our life is a warfare, the worlde is the fielde.
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Her highnes, her army hath alwayes at hande:
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For Hope is her helmet, Faith is her shielde.
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And Love is her brestplate, her foes to withstand
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Lorde
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Lorde for thy mercy, vouchsafe to defende
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Her Grace, from all griefes, and dredfull distresse
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whom thou hast vouchsafed, so frendly to sende,
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Our maners to mende, our deedes to redresse.
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Is
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Is not this Ilande, of duty most bounde.
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To pray for her highnesse, most prosperous state
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By whom, all our enmies, be cast to the grounde
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Exilyng all errour, all strife and debate.
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With
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With wisdome, her wisdome, most witty & wise
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Most wisely dooth welde us, in wele and in wo,
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In rest to rule us, this dooth she devise.
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In grace and in goodnesse, with vertue also.
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Thee
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Thee humbly we honour, most mercifull Lorde
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Besechyng thy goodnesse, to graunt us thy grace
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That we, in faith, as one may accorde,
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All vices exiled, may vertue inbrace.
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Blessed
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Blessed be Jesu, and praise we his Name,
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who of his mere mercy, hath lent to this lande,
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So Catholike Capitaynes, to governe the same,
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And freely, the foes of Faith to withstande.
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Art
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Art thou not ashamed, thou caitif unkynde,
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To whisper, to whimper, with traitourous tene
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to mutter, to mourmure, with mischevous mynd
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Against thy so lovyng, and gracious a Quene.
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Thou
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Thou wishest, and woldest: But all is in vayne:
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(God dooth abhorre) to thinke in thy harte,
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Or speake in secrete, of them that doo raigne:
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the birdes wyll be wrai thee: to prai is thy parte.
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Among
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Among al the scriptures, wher hast thou but sene
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the murmurers punishte, & never had their wyll,
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agaynst their heade: our sovereigne Queene,
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whole Grace, I pray God, preserve from all yll.
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Women
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Women and widowes, with maidens & wives,
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Of this blessed woman, example may take,
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In womanly wisdome, to leade well their lives:
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All Englande is blessed, for this womans sake.
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And
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And for that there is, suche godly behaviour,
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Specially tendryng, Gods worthy fame:
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He, through his power, and Princely favour,
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Hath blancked her foes, to their great shame.
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Blessed
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Blessed be therfore, our Lorde God above:
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And Marie our Maistresse, our merciful Quene
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For unto this lande, our Lorde for her love,
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Hath of his mercy, most mercifull bene.
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Is
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Is not her highnesse, most worthy of prayse,
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And England moch holden, her grace to commend
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By whom, it hath pleased, our Lord many wayse
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His bountefull blessyng, on us for to sende.
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The
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The plentifull pitie, the faith and the grace,
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The mervailous mekenes, and mercy also,
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And other the vertues, that shine in her face,
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Doo save us her subjected,, in weale and in wo.
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Fruyte
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Fruyte of her body, God graunte us to see,
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This Royalme to rule, in peace and in rest:
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That lovyng, as she is, to us maye be:
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who woulde us all, as our hertes can thinke best
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Of
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Of this may the good, be bolde as to say,
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She woulde Gods glory, to flourish and spryng
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And her true subjectes, to walke in one way
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In unitie of faith, all us for to bryng.
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Thy
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Thy gracious goodnes, to God therfore,
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we humbly beseche, her grace to preserve:
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And thy holy Churche, in state to restore,
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As daily desireth, our princely Mynerve.
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Wombe
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Wombe that she beareth, by God be it blest,
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From daunger of childing, when God he shal sende
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Never by enemyes, to see her supprest,
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But, as his chosen, to have heere her ende.
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Jesus
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Jesus most gentle, graunte this request,
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Our Noble Queene, with thy grace to encrease
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In health and honour, as pleaseth thee best.
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That long over us, she may reigne in peace.
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