The flovver of fame Containing the bright renowne, & moste fortunate raigne of King Henry the viii. Wherein is mentioned of matters, by the rest of our cronographers ouerpassed. Compyled by Vlpian Fulwell. Hereunto is annexed (by the aucthor) a short treatice of iii. noble and vertuous queenes. And a discourse of the worthie seruice that was done at Hadington in Scotlande, the seconde yere of the raigne of king Edward the sixt.

¶ The Byrthe of the puisant Prince King Henry the eyght, which was in the yere of our Lorde God. 1490. the xxii. of Iune.

WHen Lady Concorde quencht the broyle, That cyuill Sworde long tyme had bred: And calmed eke the warlyke toyle, wherewith this Realme but earst was fed: Our thraldome then shee did remoue, And freedome sent from God aboue.

The houses wayne that long had beene At deadly foode for regall throne: Of Lancaster and Yorke I meane, were then by God conioynde in one. This Mariage made, Sir Mars geeues place, And eche man thankt God for his grace.

But he that doth all thinges foresee, And knowes the sequell of the same: Knewe that a Braunche of that same tree, Shoulde bring forth fruite of endlesse fame: And yelde such sapp as should delyghte, The Heauens and eke eche English wyght.

The natall day by Gods decree, Approched on with luckie speede: When as the blossome of this tree Should shewe the fruite of happie seede: Whereat both heauen and earth reioyce and shewe the same with cheerefull voyce.

The fower vertues myght you viewe, Descend from Heauen in Golden Cloude: And to beholde the heauenly crewe, that ioyed this birthe with voyce full loude: Did sounde suche tryumphes in the skyes, That through the worlde rounde it flyes.

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Then Iustice tooke the Diadem That shee her selfe was wont to weare: Her Ballaunce eke and ioyned them, whereby shee wonts eche cause to heare: And yeldeth them vnto his grace, In equitie to run hys race.

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When Iustice had her selfe thus yelde, Came Fortitude with cowrage stoute, And deckte this Babe with Sworde & shyelde, To conquere all the raging rowte, That shoulde attempt or take in hande, His princely power to withstande.

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Then Temperance and Prudence eke, So decked there his sacred mynde, As neuer earst was seene the lyke, Such grace from God to him was synde. For Solon there did yelde his fame, And Salomon eke did the same.

The Muses all obeysaunce made, And echeone gaue a Lawrell crowne: Sir Mars did there him selfe disgrade, And yeldeth vp his large renowne. This Prince did Ioue himselfe ordaine, In endlesse fame on earth to raygne.

And though he were a seconde sonne, yet God foresawe what shoulde ensue: The Royall race that he should run, Ere he was borne ryght well he knewe. And in the wombe did him appoint, with sacred Oyle and king annoynt.

When tract of tyme had brought this Prince, Unto the age of eyghteen yeres, His raygne began in this prouince, whose noble courage then appeares. That English hartes great ioy did make, And forayne Foes then gan to quake.