A Balad Intituled, the Dekaye of the Duke.
You see by good Triall, what coms of the Duke,
Turne yet to the Diall, of Gods holie Booke,
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OUr people of England that hold with the Pope,
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May see the prefermentes that folowe the same,
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The highest and lowest, hee bringes to the Rope,
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And straungers and Tyrantes do laugh at the game.
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You see by good triall, what coms of the Duke
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Turne yet to the Diall of Gods holie Booke.
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Thus are we still spoyled of honor and fame,
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By Prelats that practise to poyson us all,
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The Pope is the Pestilence, and Roome hath the name,
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Wher with we come witlesse to westminster hall.
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You see by good triall, what coms of the Duke
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Turne yet to the Diall of Gods holye Booke.
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The Duke had great favor with Justice attayned,
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But of an ill matter what could be decreed,
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For Lordes of great Honor where he was arayned,
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Had proofe to apparant, of manie fowle deed.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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Not trifles, but Treasons, so manie devised,
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As all the world wondred such venom to heare,
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In letters, and answers, and writinges comprised,
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No waye to be constred to set the Duke cleare.
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You se by good triall. etc.
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Put of your oppinnion, of all his proceadinge,
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Ipocrisie cloked, coms never to good,
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I thinke all the Lawiers were werie of readinge,
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And all the hole people in stormes as they stoode.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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To tell the hole treatise, the tale were to longe,
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Against the good Ladie, our Queene that now raignes
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How manie devises to do her grace wronge,
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By Pope holie practise, were pact in his braines.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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And then to his countrey, what sequell ensued,
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Alas to apparant, the perrill drewe nie,
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In blood to the elboes we had bin embrewed,
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Which God hath forbidden, that governes the skye.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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The Duke or his doinges what more shall I tell ye,
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But God of his goodnes yet give him some grace,
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For in myne oppinnion you papistes I smell ye,
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You are yet to manie that hold with the case.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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Whose Rumors yet roaring can hardlie be still,
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A Canckred condicion in kaytiffes unkinde,
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The devill now doubteth he is dashed of his will,
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Yet Babylon babyes will bragge to be blind.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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When wantons thought worthie, once stand on the toppe
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Theire steppes are so tickle they cannot stand still,
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One legge in good fashion is better to hopp,
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Then two legges at Randon to Ronne where ye will.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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As pittie lamenteth the losse of his grace,
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That once beinge Noble myght Noblie have done
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So triall tormentith that one in his place,
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To Rebells and Riotes so rashlye woulde ronne.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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But such as be seekers, to set all at square,
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With straungers, and neyghbours, of horrible name,
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Do shew by theyr Pitchers what Potters they are,
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What Jolie compagnions of Catholique fame.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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Welwillers are willinge to here and to see,
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The good and the Godly regarders of Rule,
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Ilwillers unwillinge good quiet should bee,
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As Scollers ware trewantes that love not the scoole.
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You see by good triall.
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But noate with our blissinge, the brackes of our season,
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There have bin great warninges, as this maye be one,
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A Duke of highe honor, to fall to highe Treason,
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Both hee, and his honor, how soone they be gone.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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Wherfore it behoveth, as God doth advaunce us,
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To honour, to favor, to worshipp, or welth,
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We are to consider, it maye so bechaunce us,
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To lose alltogether, good hap, and good helthe.
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You see by good triall.
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Wherfore to our dueties, we are bound to applye,
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Our Queene and our countreye to honor and praise,
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Content to live loe, but if ye waxe hie,
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To live within lawe, and lengthen our dayes.
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You see by good triall. etc.
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God prosper the Queene, her Nobles and frendes,
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Her subjectes assured, of everie degree,
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And God of his goodnes, shorten the endes,
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Of all her offenders, if anie more bee.
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