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S94140 UAyne is the blisse, & brittle is the glasse, of worldly wished welth: / The steppes vnsayde, the life vnsure, of lastyng hoped helth. Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 46 The Epitaphe vpon the Death of the / Most Excellent and our late vertuous Quene Marie, deceased, / augmented by the first Author, The Epitaph upon the Death of the Most Excellent and our late virtuous Queen Mary, deceased, augmented by the first Author, Printer Richarde Lant 1558-1558

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VAyne is the blisse, & brittle is the glasse, of worldly wished welth: The steppes unstayde, the life unsure, of lastyng hoped helth. witnes (alas) may Marie be, late Quene of rare renowne, whose body dead, her vertues live, and doth her fame resowne, In whom suche golden giftes were grafte, of nature and of grace, As when the tongue dyd ceasse to say, yet vertue spake in face. what vertue is that was not founde, within that worthy wight? what vice is there, that can be sayde, wherin she had delight? She never closde her eare to heare, the rightous man distrest, Nor never sparde her hande to helpe, wher wrong or power opprest. when all was wracke, she was the porte, from peryll unto joye, when all was spoyle, she spared all, she pitied to distroye. How many noblemen restorde, and other states also, well shewd her Princely liberall hert, which gave both friend & fo. where conscience was, or pitie moved, or juste desertes dyd crave, For Justice sake, all worldly thynges, she used as her slave. As Princely was her birth, so Princely was her life, Constante, courtise, modest, and mylde, a chast and chosen wife. In greatest stormes she feared not, for God she made her shielde, And all her care she cast on him, who forst her foes to yelde. Her perfecte life in all extremes, her pacient hert dyd shoe, For in this worlde she never founde, but dolfull dayes and woe. All worldly pompe she set at nought, to praye was her delight, A Martha in her kyngdomes charge, a Mary named right. She conquerd death in perfect life, and feared not his darte: She lived to dye and dyed to live, with constant faithful hart. Her restles ship of toyle and care, these worldly wrackes hath past, And safe arrives the heavenly porte, escapt from daungers blast. when I have sene the Sacrament (she said) even at her death, These eyes no earthly syght shall see, and so lefte life and breath. O mirrour of all womanhed, o Quene of vertues pure, O constaunt Marie filde with grace, no age can thee obscure Thyne end hath set the fre, from tongues of tickle trust. And lockte the lippes of slaunders brute, which daily damnes the just. Thy death hath geven thee life, thy life with God shall joye, Thy joye shall last, thy vertues live, from feare and all anoye. O happie heavens, O hatefull earth, O chaunge to Marie best, Though we bewaile, thou maist rejoyce, thy longe retourne to rest. O worthy Quene, most worthy life, o lampe of vertues light, But what avayles, sith flesh is wormes, and life is deathes of right Mercy and rest may Marie fynde, whose fayth and mercy crave, Eternall prayse here in this earth, and joye with God to have. Marie is gone, whose vertues teache, of life and death the way, Learne we that live, her steppes to treade, and for her soule to pray. Make for your mirrour (Princes all) Marie our maistres late, Whom teares, nor plaintes, nor princely mace, might stai in her estate Lo, here we see, as nature formes, death doth deface at lengthe, In life and death, pray we to God, to be our guyde and strengthe. Farewell o Quene, o pearle most pure, that God or nature gave, The erth, the heavens, the sprites, the saintes, cry honor to thy grave. Marie now dead, Elisabeth lives, our just & lawfull Quene, In whom her sisters vertues rare, habundantly are seene. Obaye our Quene, as we are bounde, pray God her to preserve, And sende her grace longe life & fruite, and subjectes trouth to serve. (?) (')
Finis. Imprinted at London in Smithfielde, by Richarde Lant.