Francis Blomefield

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Portrait of Francis Blomefield Francis Blomefield History of Norfolk — Chapter 27

What art thou, Queen, that gods do love thee so? Who won their wills to be so at thy will? How can the world become thy cruel foe? How can disdain or malice seek to kill? Can sea or earth devise to hurt thy hap? Sith thou by gods doth sit in Fortune's lap.
As heaven and earth hath vowed to be thine, So Neptune's seas have sworn to drench thy foes, As I am god, and all the waters mine, Still shalt thou get, but never shalt thou loose: And sith on earth my wealth is nought at all, Accept good will, the gift is very small.
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Portrait of Francis Blomefield Francis Blomefield History of Norfolk — Chapter 27

What vaileth life, where sorrow soaks the heart? Who feareth death that is in deep distress: Release of life doth best abate the smart, Of him, whose woes are quite without redress, Lend me your tears, resign your sighs to me, Help all to wail the dolour which you see.
What have we done, she will no longer stay? What may we do to hold her with us still? She is our Queen, we subjects must obey, Grant, tho' with grief to her departing will, Conclude we then, and sing with sobbing breath, God length thy life, O Queen Elizabeth.
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Portrait of Francis Blomefield Francis Blomefield History of Norfolk — Volume 4

England, might in every City be, So brave a Vine, so beautifull a Tree, To check the base, and viler Shrubs below, Who now on Earth, unprofitable grow, But Fawcit, now thou art in lasting Fame, Let Rich admire thee, Poor, will bless thy Name, In Earth thy Body Sleep, thy Soul above, With Angeis rest, in Charity and Love, And Norwich mourn thy loss, not like to See, Hereafter, such another, like to thee.
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