%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> SIR THOMAS OVERBVRY, / OR / THE POYSONED KNIGHTS COMPLAINT. / Within this house of Death, A dead man lies, / Whose blood like Abels vp for vengeance cryes: / Time hath reuealed what to trueth belongs, / And Iustice sword is drawne to right my wrongs: / You poysoned mindes did me with poyson Kill, / Let true Repentance purge you from that ill. Rowlands, Samuel University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1614-1614 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/24/2018 36325

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S4058 GReat powerfull God, whom all are bound to loue, / How gracelesse bad, doth Man (thy Creature) proue? 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. 2: 142 SIR THOMAS OVERBVRY, / OR / THE POYSONED KNIGHTS COMPLAINT. / Within this house of Death, A dead man lies, / Whose blood like Abels vp for vengeance cryes: / Time hath reuealed what to trueth belongs, / And Iustice sword is drawne to right my wrongs: / You poysoned mindes did me with poyson Kill, / Let true Repentance purge you from that ill. SIR THOMAS OVERBURY, OR THE POISONED KNIGHT'S COMPLAINT. Within this house of Death, A dead man lies, Whose blood like Abel's up for vengeance cries: Time hath revealed what to truth belongs, And Justice sword is drawn to right my wrongs: You poisoned minds did me with poison Kill, Let true Repentance purge you from that ill. Rowlands, Samuel 1614-1614 Iohn VVhite

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GReat powerfull God, whom all are bound to love, How gracelesse bad, doth Man (thy Creature) prove? Thy Supreame Creature over all the rest, (In number numberlesse to bee exprest,) To whom thou gavest grace to bee his guide, Reason with Understanding, and beside, Thy Law to be direction for his wayes, Which unto Sinners view, thy Judgements layes, Those fearefull plagues pronounc'd for ugly Sinne, Which with the first created, did beginne, Who by the Law of Nature understood, To make a difference of bad deedes and good. By which enlightening, that is given us, No Nation Heathenish, and Barbarous, (Farthest remote from true religions light) But can distinguish betwixt wrong and right, Those that to Christ did never yet belong, Can tell they do amisse, when they do wrong, And that there is a Justice to be done, And shamefull actions, which they are to shun, Yet never age, since Nature first began, Wherein man was not Devill unto man, In practising most opposite to kinde, Inhumane actions out of bloody minde. Behold the first that in the World was borne, With his rejected Sacrifice of Corne, Because his Brothers gifts more grace did yeeld, Lift up his hand against him in the field, And with a cruell hart obdurate ill, Did innocent pure-thoughted Abell kill. When Joab sent for Abner (as a friend) Hee came to Hebron, for a peacefull end, Where, as in armes hee lent a cheerefull smile, He gave his heart a mortall stab the while. Gods holy History hath many more Humane records, Innumerable store,
What intercepting hath there bin of lives, By Pistolls, Stabbing, Powder, Daggers, Knives: Drowning and Hanging, and strange murthering? As second Edward, sometimes Englands King, Whom an incarnate Divell did torment, With red hot Spit into his fundament. Some in their beds have acted tragick Scenes, As those two Princes, which by Glosters meanes, (Their cruell Uncle, Fathers unkind Brother) Villaines betweene the sheetes to death did smother. Some in unwonted manner done to death, As George the Duke of Clarence lost his breath, When with heeles upwards he was strangely put, To suffer drowning in a Malmesey But. Yet besides all these damned plots to kill, And thousands more from Hell transported still, The Divell hath a poyson working Art, In which of late I shar'd a mortall part. A Rapier drawne, and at thy heart aim'd just, May be put by and made a broken thrust: A Dagger offer'd for anothers paine, Hath bin return'd into the stabbers braine: A Pistoll shot with an intent to kill, Hath mist the marke, and party living still: But this life-killing poyson, cureles foe, The bodies hopeles, helples overthrowe: Brings with it nothing but pale deaths command, Depriving life with a remorseles hand. Oh sacred Justice! evermore renound In thy uprightnes of revenge late found: Proceede with vengeance as thou didst begin, To punish Caines most bloody crying sinne: Let not a murtherer remaine conceal'd, Nor breath alive when being once reveal'd: This is the suite wrong'd Innocents doe crave, This is the Justice that the Heavens will have.
Samuel Rowlands. Imprinted at London for John White.