Our wished welth hath brought vs peace:
Our ioy is full, our hope obtayned;
The blasing brandes of fier doe cease,
The sleaying sworde also restrayned;
The simple shepe preserued from death
By our good queene Elizabeth.
As hope hath here obtained her pray,
By Godde's good will and prouidence;
So trust doth truely looke for staye
Through his heauenly influence,

That great Golia shall be put to death
By our good queene Elizabeth :

That Godde's trew word shall placed be,
The hungrie soules for to sustaine;

That perfite loue and vnitie

Shall be set in their seate agayne;

That no more good men shal be put to death,
Seeing God hath sent Elizabeth.

Pray we, therefore, both night and day,
For her highnes, as we bee bounde:
Oh Lorde, preserue this braunch of bay,
And all her foes with force confounde;
Here long to lyue, and after death
Receyue our queene Elizabeth.

Арос. 6.

AMEN.

How long tariest thou, O Lorde, holy and trewe, to judge and aduenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?

THE WYSHES OF THE WISE.

The wishes of the wise,
Which longe to be at rest;
To God with lifted iyes
Thei call to be redreste.

WHEN shal this time of trauail cease,
Which we with wo sustayne?

When shal the daies of rest and peace Returne to vs agayne?

When shall the minde be moued right
To leaue hys lustyng life?

When shall our mocions and delight
Be free from wrath and strife?

When shall the tyme of wofull teares
Be moued vnto myrth?

When shall the aged with gray heares
Reioyce at children's byrth?

When shall Hierusalem reioyce
In him that is their Kyng,
And Sion hill with cherefull voyce
Synge psalmes with triumphyng?

When shall the walles erected bee,
That foes with furie frave?
When shall that perfect oliue-tree
Geue odour like the haye?

When shall the vineyard be restorde
That beastlye bores deuour?

When shall the people, late abhorde, Receuye a quiet houre?

When shal the spirit more feruent be In vs that want good wyll?

When shall thy mercies set vs free
From wickednesse and yll?

When shall the serpentes, that surmise
To poyson thine electe,

Be bounde to better exercise,
Or vtterly reiecte?

When shall the bloude reuenged be
Which on the earth is shed?
When shall synne and iniquitie

Be caste into the ded?

When shall that man of synne appeare To bee euen as he is?

When shal thy babes and children dere Receyue eternall blisse?

When shall that painted hore of Rome Be cast vnto the grounde?

When shal her children haue their dome, Which vertue would confounde?

When shall thy spouse and turtle-doue Be free from bitter blaste?

When shal thy grace our sinnes remoue
With pardon at the laste?

When shal this lyfe translated bee
From fortune's fickell fall?
When shall true faith and equitie
Remaine in generall?

When shall contention and debate
For euer slake and cease?
When shall the daies of euill date
Be tourned vnto peace?

When shall trew dealing rule the roste
With those that bye and sell,

And single minde in euery coaste
Among vs bide and dwell?

When shall our mindes wholly conuert
From wealth and worldlye gayne?
When shall the monynges of our harte
From wickednes refrayne?

When shall this flesh retourne to duste,
From whence the same did spryng?
When shal the triall of our trust
Appeare with triumphyng?

When shal the trumpe blow out his blast,
And thy dere babes reuiue?

When shal the hoare be headlong cast,
That sought vs to depryue?

When shall thy Christ our Kyng appeare
With power and renowne?

When shall thy sainctes that suffer here
Receyue their promest crowne?

When shall the faithfull firmely stande

Before thy face to dwell?

When shall thy foes at thy lyfte hand
Be caste into the hell?

[ELIZ. POETS.]

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XIV.

SIR NICHOLAS BRETON.

STANZAS

From "A small Handfull of Fragrant Flowers, gathered out of the Lovely Garden of Sacred Scriptures, fit for any honorable or worshippfull Gentlewomen to smell to."

DEARE dames, your sences to revive,
Accept these flowers in order heare:
Then, for the time you are alive,

Renowne your golden dayes shall beare.
Marke therefore what they have to name,
And learne to imitate the same.

The first resembleth Constancie,
A worthie budde of passing fame;
Which every gentle certeinlie

Delightes to chuse of, for the name.
The cause is, that, the truth to tell,
It sents and savours passing well.

This pleasaunt braunche in Sarae's brest
Was dayly used for a showe;
So that her fayth among the rest
Thereby did bountifullie growe:
And she extolled was therefore,
As noble matrone evermore.

The second budde is Modestie,
Which Triata did much delight,