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Their grandson Ha L an heirship,
Dick* lost his crown in battle,
On Henry's head,
Who smiling said,
Eliza then he wedded,
The fight to see,
In hopes that he
Till the battle fierce subsided,
But Dick once dead,
She rais'd her head,
• Richard III.
With royal condescension,
He calPd her best of creatures;
And in gold, red, and blue,
For her guard drest a crew
Yet he met great opposition,
From Madge of York,* and her kin;
W'v, it's known very well,
Induced to rebel
The first as Earl of Warwick,
Next Perkin thought the title
* Margaret of York, Duchess Dowager of Burgundy, and Sister of 1 dward the Fouith, a sworn enemy to the House of Lancaster.
t He was made Scullion, and afterwards Falconer, to the King; in the latter post he died,
Got a royal wife,*
Two Lawyers^ chiefly governed,
And the people squeez'd,
'Till much displeased,
Then Cornwall folks revolted,
Essay'd the field,
But, forced to yield,
• James of Scotland gave him in maniage the Lady Catherine Gordon, Daughter of the Earl of Huntley, and Kins-woman to the King. After the defeat of her husband, to whom she was much attached, King Henry treated her with respect, gave her a pension, and introduced her to his Queen.—Sir James Cradock obtained the Widow's hand.
t "James back'd the cause of that weak Prince
t Sir Richard Empsom, and Edmund Dudley, who wert executed in the next Reign.
The Prince of Wales, young Arthur,
By the King's next son,
His spouse was won,
When Henry's reign was ended,
He left more gold,
In sums untold,
In this reign, by our Court rejected,
Empson and Dudley serious plagues were thought,
And tho' per bushel wheat but six-pence brought, Much discontent did thro' the land prevail.
* Queen Catherine of Arragon, betrothed to Arthur, married to, and divorced by, Henry VIII.
Poetic Specimens of Henry the Seventh's Reign,
Published by Wynkyn de Worde, and sappased to he
Upon this horse, black and hideous, Death am I who fiercely doth sitte;
There is no fairness, but sight tedious, all gay
In my trap I take some every way, by Towns and
Castles I take my rent: I will not respite an hour of a day, before me they
must be present;
I flea all with my mortal knife,
Hell knoweth well my killing, I slepe never, but wake and warke,
It followeth me ever, running, with my darte I slea week and starke;
A great number it hath of me
Paradise hath not the fourth part.