Book XII, Chapter 74

ELizabeths now-Monarchie ore seauenteene Crownes of old,
As formerly was promised, shall briefly here bee told.
Before the Scots did plant them Heere, own'd ancient Brutaines All,
And still, take I, her Homager may England Scotland call:
Which ouer-passe, not now possest, in this Accompt we shall.
Of either Land the Marches, and much more, for most now Ours,
The warlike Picts possessing Here, built Castles, Towns, & Towers,
[…]tes, Scots, and Romaines (then our Lords) oft daunting with their Powers:
T[…]stly ciuil Strife, & Scots, disskingdom'd thē frō Hence,
Whom Orkney Ilands, as is sayd, haue harbour'd euer sence.
The Britaines, by these Picts of long opprest with thraldome sore,
To be deliu'red of such Foes, did Saxon Aides implore.
So playing as did Aesops Horse, that angrie with the Hart,
To be reueng'd, did craue in ayde of Man to take his part:
Till when the Horse was neuer back't nor bitted, Either now
He hauing suffered, would haue helpt, but then he knew not how.
The Brataines, hauing called so the Saxons to their aide,
Could not be rid of them, to whom they had themselues betraide:
But by the same were they at length debelled into Wailes:
Each of whose Kings, of long time Three, in Englands Monarch failes.
The Saxons getting Brutaine thus (which they did England name)
At once of them in seuerall Parts Seauen Kings did rule the same:
All which, by Westerne Adelstane, in Monarchie was got,
Which since (saue Iron-sids & the Danes once Deuidēt) chang'd not.
Fiue Irish Kingdōs likewise add, now drown'd in Englands Crowne.
The Seauenteenth was the Isle of Man, in Ours now also downe.
Our Mandeuil, here cited, of Earle Mandeuil exact
In Stephens Raigne so famous, Man, in Scots Possession sack't,
And with the Spoyle of al that Isle thence, and his Brother, pack't.
Consent of times, Names, and Records, affirme, may seeme, no lesse.
But Monteacute, Count Salsburie, it wonne, and did possesse.
Of Percies after, Stanlies next, and still (gesse I) holds Man,
From honorable long Descents: and from they first began,
All loyall, hospitalious, lou'd, still powre-full, and I pray,
That in that Noble house those Termes may neuer-more decay.
This Man was diuers hundred yeares a Kingdome, and not small,
Rul'd Hebrides, the Orcades, to Thul the Islands all,
And chances there, and Changes, worth the note, did oft befall.
As how the naturall Incolants the Iselanders subdew,
Them Norses, […]rish them, them Scots, and English them, in few.
Beauchamp, the Earle of Warwick, (first, and last, and but a while)
Was King of Wight, Sixt Henries Gift that Honor, and that Ile:
Which added, Eighteene Kingdoms, al possest, ieke Englands Stile.

These now, thus couched all in One, saue Parcell Scots withhold
Of Penthland, and some barren Isles subdu'd to Man of old,
Since hath one Monarch ruled, vs hath rendered secure:
Whereas Pluralitie of Kings did euer Losse procure.
Twise ioyn'd our Ilanders in one, when twise did Caesar faile:
Disioyning, He, Picts, Saxons, Danes, and Normaines did preuaile.
The Spanyard, in Conceit, deuoures our Countrie, in no hope
But of Disiunctiues, who, thinks he, lesse loue their Prince than Pope.
Let France admonish England, turn'd Religion turnes not Spayne
From thirsting France: Neutralitie brought late-lost Calice Baine:
And Spanish't-French liue Peasants-like, that, French, did Princes raign.
Our Elders[…] illy did they well, for so should not be done,
Much lesse to causeles Armes against their Prince ought Subiects ron)
So badly brook't this Spanyards fam'd Espousall with their Queene,
That, euen at Westminsters Law-Barres, were harnest Pleaders seene,
Fear'd with the trooped Bands yt wold that Banes with swords forbid:
Of which were pittied those that dide, the Rest winkt-at, and hid.
Their meaning had it Praise, had not the Manner bin in fault:
The Manner now doth hold, may none in selfe-same Meaning hault:
But arm'd be euery hand, and heart, hence Englishly to beate
Spayn, that our Bodies wold inthral, Rome, that our Soules doth threat.
Yeat (which hath blinded, bridled, and beguil'd, them many a day)
Their Inquisition wish I from the Spanyards rid away.
What good remaines to wish the Pope, this, that had none bin borne,
From him to steale his ill-got Coyne, from vs to ship our Corne.
The best things brought from Rome, to vs conuert, troe I, to ill:
But new Rome left, of old Rome now abreuiat we will.