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THe God above, for mans delight, Hath heere ordaynde, every thing, Sonne, Moone and Sterres, shinyng so bright, with all kinde fruites, that here doth spring, And Flowres that are, so flourishyng: Amonges all which, that I beholde, (As to my minde, best contentyng) I doo commende, the Marigolde, In Veare, first springeth the Violet: The Primerose then, also doth spred: The Couslip sweete, abroade doth get: The Daisye gaye, sheweth forth her hed: The Medowes greene, so garnished, Most goodly (truly) to beholde, For which, God is to be Praised: Yet I commende, the Marigolde. The Rose, that chearfully doth showe, At Midsomer, her course hath shee: The Lilye white, after doth growe: The Columbine, then see may yee: The Joliflowre, in fresh degree, with sundrie mo, then can be tolde, Though they, never so pleasaunt bee, Yet I commende, the Marigolde. Though these, which here are mencioned, Bee delectable to the iye, By whom sweete smelles, are ministred, The sense of man, to satisfye, Yet, each as serveth his fantasye: wherfore to say, I wyll be bolde, And to advoide, all flaterye, I doo commende the Marigolde. All these, but for a time doth serve, Soone come, soone gone, so doth they fare, At fervent heates and stormes thei sterve, Fadyng away, their staulkes left bare, Of that I praise, thus say I dare, Shee sheweth glad cheare, in heate and colde, Moche profityng, to hertes in care, Such is this floure, the Marigolde. This Marigolde Floure, marke it well, with Sonne dooth open, and also shut, which (in a meanyng) to us doth tell, To Christ Gods Sonne, our willes to put, And by his woorde, to set our futte, Stiffly to stande, as Champions bolde, From the truthe to stagger nor stutte, For which I praise the Marigolde. To Marie our Queene, that Floure so sweete, This Marigolde, I doo apply, For that the Name, doth serve so meete, And propertee, in eache partie, For her enduryng paciently, The stormes of such, as list to scolde At her dooynges, without cause why, Loth to see spring, this Marigolde.
Shee may be calde, Marigolde well, Of Marie (chiefe) Christes mother deere, That as in heaven, shee doth excell, And Golde in earth, to have no peere: So (certainly) shee shineth cleere, In Grace and honour double folde, The like was never earst seene heere, Suche is this floure, the Marigolde, Her education well is knowne, From her first age, how it hath wrought, In singler Vertue shee hath growne, And servyng God, as she well ought, For which he had her, in his thought, And shewed her, Graces many folde, In her estate, to see her brought, Though some dyd spite this Marigolde. Yf she (in faith) had erred amisse, whiche God, most sure, doth understande, wolde hee have doone, as proved is, Her Enmies so, to bring to hande: No, be ye sure, I make a bande, For servyng him, he needes so wolde, Make her to Reigne over Englande. So loveth hee this Marigolde. Her conversacion, note who list, It is more heavenly, then terraine, For which, God doth her Actes assist: All meekenesse doth, in her remaine: All is her care, how to ordayne, To have Gods Glorie here extolde, Of Poore and Riche, shee is most fayne, Christ save therfore this Marigolde. Sith so it is, God loveth her, And shee, His Grace, as doth appeare: Ye may be bolde, as to referre, All doubtfulnesse, to her most cleare, That, as her owne, in like maneare, She wilth your welthes, both yong & olde, Obey her then, as your Queene deare, And say: Christ save this Marigolde. Christ save her, in her High Estate, Therin (in rest) long to endure: Christ so all wronges, heere mitigate. That all may be, to his pleasure, The high, the lowe, in due measure, As membres true, with her to holde, So, eache to be, thothers treasure, In cherishyng, the Marigolde. Be thou (O God) so good as thus: Thy Perfect Fayth, to see take place: Thy Peace thou plant, here among us, That Errour may, go hide his face, So to concorde us in eache case. As in thy Courte, it is enrolde: wee all (as one) to love her Grace, That is our Queene, this Marigolde. God save the Queene.
Quod. William Forrest, Preest. Imprinted at London in Aldersgate strete by Richard Lant.