No thought advances, but her eddy brain
Whisks it about, and down it goes again.
Full sixty years, the world has been her trade,
The wisest fool that time has ever made.
From loveless youth, to unrespected age,
No passion gratify'd, except her rage:
So much the fury still out-ran the wit,
The pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit.
Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from hell,
But he's a bolder man, who dares be well:
Her ev'ry turn, with violence pursu'd,
Nor more a storm her hate, than gratitude.
To that each passion turns, or soon or late,
Love, if it makes her yield, must make her hate;
Superiors, death;-if equals, what a curse?
But an inferior, not dependent, worse.
Offend her, and she knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you
But die, and she'll adore you, then the bust,
And temple too,-then fall again to dust.
Last night her lord was all that's good and great,
A knave this morning, and his will a cheat.
Strange! by the means, defeated of the ends,
By spirit robb'd of power, by warmth of friends:
By wealth of followers; without one distress,
Sick of herself, thro' very selfishness:
Atossa curs'd with every granted prayer,
Childless with all her children, wants an heir;
To heirs unknown, descends th' unguarded store,
Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor.

live.

The following should have been prefixed to the Declaration of Francis Throckmorton's Treasons, in Vol. i. p. 522, and is here preserved.

A

DISCOUERIE OF THE TREASONS

PRACTISED AND ATTEMPTED AGAINST THE

QUEENES MAIESTIE AND THE REALME,

By Francis Throckmorton,

Who was for the same arraigned and condemned in Guyld-hall, in the citie of London, the one and twentie day of May last past. 1584.

Quarto, contain ing twenty-eight pages.

The following narration has in part been copied both by Hollingshead and Camden, yet not without the omission of several useful and necessary particulars to illustrate this part of the English history; which may be supplied by preserving this true and genuine account, as there is sufficient reason to suppose was published by authority.

When this traytor was brought upon his tryal, he denied what he had confessed at his examination, affirming, as Stow relates, that he had invented it on purpose to avoid the rack. But, says Camden, after his condemnation, upon the evidence of his own letters to the queen of Scots, and the papers found in his coffers, he owned all, and even made a more circumstantial declaration than at first; and yet, in favour to the queen of Scots, lest such a confession should influence the people against her liberty, he again retracted and denied whatever he had confessed; to discover which prevarication, and to prevent any misapprehensions of the justice of his tryal and exe cution, this following true and faithful account was published.

To the Reader.

There is in this short discourse deliuered vnto thee, gentle reader, a true report of the treasons and practises of Francis Throckmorton, and his complices against the queenes maiestie and the realme; which comming to my handes by chance from a gentleman, to whom it was sent into the countrey, I haue presumed to commit the same to the print, to the ende that such as in opinion and conceite are not satisfied,

touching the matters proued against him, and the course of proceeding helde with him, might, by the sight thereof, if trueth and reason may perswade them, bee resolued of all such doubtes and scruples as haue risen by the variable reportes made of the qualitie of his offences, and the maner of dealing vsed towards him; for the better knowledge whereof, I referre thee to the declaration following, and so commit thee to God.

A letter sent from a Gentleman of Lions-Inne, to his Friend, concerning Francis Throckmorton, who was arraigned and condemned of high treason.

SYR,

YR, with my last letters of the first of June, I sent vnto you in writing the arraignement of Francis Throckmorton, penned by a gentleman of good skill and credite, being present at the same, and, because it hath seemed vnto me, that here is some scruple in your conceite touching the sufficiencie of the euidence produced against him, I haue, for your better satisfaction, endcauoured to attaine to more particular knowledge thereof, and by the meanes of a secret friend, there is come vnto my hands a verie perfect declaration of the whole proceedings, helde by such as were in commission for the examining of him, before his triall, containing the materiall points of the treasons by him confessed; whereunto there is annexed a submission written by Francis Throckmorton to the queenes maiestie, the fourth of June, whereby he acknowledgeth that he hath vntruly and vnduetifully denied his former confessions, and vnder his own hand writing hath eftsoones repeated and confessed the same confessions to be true (some fewe things onely detracted, but of no moment) which may in mine opinion remooue all matter of doubt or scruple conceiued by you or by any other of his iust condemnation. You know howe well I haue always loued the man, and delighted to converse with him in respect of the good partes, wherewith he was indued, and of the pleasant humour that for the most part did possesse him when hee came in companie of friendes, yeelding at no time (to my seeing) any shew or suspition, to haue been a dealer in matters of that quality; and therefore, I cannot but pitie his misfortune the more, wishing all men to make profite of his fal, and to note, that miserie and calamitie of this kinde doeth for the most part followe such as forget God, to whose protection I committe you.

From Lyon's Inne, the 15 of June, 1584.

Your assured friend,

Q. Z.

VOL. XII.

T

THE TRUE COPY OF A LETTER,

SENT FROM

The most Reverend William Lord Archbishop of Canterbury, to the University of Oxford, when he resigned his Office of Chancellor.

Published, by occasion of a base Libel and Forgery, that runs under this Title. And also the Answer of the University to the said Letter.

Oxford, printed by Leonard Lichfield, Printer to the University, Anno Dom. 1641. Quarto, containing twelve Pages.

To my very loving Friends, the Vice-Chancellor, the Doctors, the Proctors, and the rest of the Convocation of the University of Oxford.

AF

FTER my hearty commendations, &c. these are to remember my love to that whole body: that love, than which never any chancellor bore greater, or with more ferventness and zeal to the publick good and happiness of that place. And I do heartily pray all, and every of you to believe me, for most true it is, that the unfortunateness of my affliction doth not trouble me for any one thing more, than that I can be no farther useful or beneficial to that place, which I so much love and honour.

I was once resolved not to resign my place of chancellor, till I saw the issue of my troubles one way or other. And this resolution I took, partly because I had no reason to desert myself, and occasion the world to think me guilty: and partly, because I have found so much love from the university, that I could not make myself willing to leave it, till some greater cause should take me off from that which I so resolved on.

That cause, if I be not much mistaken, doth now present itself: for I see the university hath great need of friends, great and daily need. I see my trial not hastened; so that I am neither able to assist your great occasions myself, nor procure friends for them; I see that, if you had another chancellor, you could not want the help which now you do. And I cannot but know that, were your love never so great to me, it must needs cool, when you see me able to give no assistance, and yet fill the place which should afford it to you. And I should hardly satisfy myself, that I love you so well as I do, if I did not further your good and happiness by all the means I can, and even by this my resignation.

THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY'S LETTER, &c. 283

The serious consideration of these things, and the foresight which I have, that I shall never be able to serve you as I have done, have prevailed with me at this time, to send the resignation of the chancellorship, to your body met in convocation. And I do hereby pray you, that it may be publickly read and accepted, the time being now most fit, that so your honourable succeeding chancellor may presently appoint an able deputy for the government according to his own judgment.

And now I do earnestly desire of you all, either to remember, or to know, that I never sought, or thought of the honour of this place to myself; and yet, that, since it was by the great favour and love of that university laid upon me, I have discharged it, by God's grace and goodness to me, with great pains and care, and, God's blessing, I humbly thank him, hath not been wanting. And I profess singly, and from my heart, if there be any good which I ought to have done to that place, and have not done it, it proceeded from want of understanding or ability, not will or affection. And though I do, for the causes aforesaid, resign this place, yet I shall serve it still with my prayers, so long as God continues my life.

And as I doubt not, but God will bless you with an honourable chancellor, and one able to do more for that place, than I have been ; so I pray God, to give you a peaceable and quiet election, and to direct it to the good of this his church, and the honour and happiness of that famous university: that you may have no miss in the least of me, who, after your prayers heartily desired, now writes himself the last time,

From the Tower, June 25, 1641.

Your very loving poor Friend

and Chancellor,

W. CANT.

Amplissimo et Reverendissimo Domino Gulielmo Archi-Præsuli
Cantuariensi.

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