%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A dittie / In the worthie praise of an high / and mightie Prince. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/22/2021 37084

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S118177 WHen heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, / And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away to pull: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 46 A dittie / In the worthie praise of an high / and mightie Prince. A ditty In the worthy praise of an high and mighty Prince. Printer Alexander Lacy ?-?

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WHen heapes of heavie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensivenes, my joyes away to pull:6 I raunged then the woods, I romde the fields aboute, A thousand sighes I set at large, to seeke their passage out. And walkyng in a dompe, or rather in dispaire, I cast my weeping eye aside, I saw a fielde full faire: And lokyng upwarde than, I spied a Mount therein, Which Flora had even for her life, dect as you have not seen. Then could I not but thinke the same some sacred place, Where God or Goddes such did dwell, as might releve my case: I sat me downe, for whie? Death could but stop my breath, And to a man so sorrowfull, what sweter is then death? No sooner was I set, but slepe approcht mine eye, Wherein the Nymphes of Helicon appeared by and by. And straight those sisters nine, the ground of Musicks arte, My thought did strive who might prevaile, to ease my heavie harte. The cunning they shewed there, the subtile notes they soung, As with a wrest clene from my hart (my thought) the cares they wrong: Celestiall were the notes, which then (amazde) I hearde, Their ditties eke were wonderfull, note ye whome they preferde. As for thy bloud (quod they) right noble we confesse, Thy pettigree (to long for us) the Heralds can expresse. But happie happie Duke, the second chylde of Fame, Which (next unto the highest) she doth so recoumpt the same. And happie Thomas ones, twise happie Norffolke toe, Thrise happie men that leade your lives, where Howard hath to doe: Which Howards happie daies, they praied God to encrease, Three times the space of Natures course, like Nestor live in peace. What age hath seen his like, so free of purse and toung? Where lives a juster Justice now, though rare in one so young? What plaint can there be tolde, to his most godlie eare? But that he kepes the other styll, the blamed soule to heare? In mekenes he more meke, then is the mekest Dove, Yet is his secret wisedome such, he knoweth whome to love: In freendship, he surmounts Gisippus and his Tite, All Nobles may well note his race, and thereby take their light. In peace a Salomon, in warre so stoute a Prince, As raigned not tyll Hector came, nor lived never since: Then Scevola, more firme, which for his cuntries turne, His hand from arme before his foes, in fierie slame did burne. He in the pride of peace, delights in marciall showe, Doe marke his turnoys upon horse, note well his use of bowe. Nay marke him yet that shall, note well his paynefulnes, No sugred slepe can make him freend to sluggish Idlenes. What that becomes a Prince, in his good grace doth want? In peace, a courtier for the Courte, a second Mars in camp. Thus styll they soung, whose notes were cause of my releefe, And I bewrapped in a Traunce, had cleane forgot my greefe: And triple were my joyes, ones, cause my paynes were past, And twise agayne, because that Prince amongst us here is plast. I clapt my handes for joye (alas) I wakt withall, And then my muses and their songes, my joyes were gone and all. And then retournd my greefe, I felt a further care, Because to shew what I had seen, did passe my power so farre: And that a man unlearnd, of arte that hath no skyll, Should have a charge so great as this, and could doe it so yll. Yet thus I gan to wright, I knew right well that he, Which due desert did thus commend, should shade the want in me: To whome I pray the Lorde, to send like yeares a Noye In happie health and quiet state, to his and all our joye.
FINIS. Ber. Gar. Imprinted at London without Aldersgate in little Britaine, by Alexander Lacy.