I believe that poetry can really help modern readers understand how historical figures and their legacies changed over time. That is why I have decided to start this project, to show poetry that people might not be familiar with to give us a new perspective about different Tudors. I have decided to include the entire poem so that others can read it.
The first poem I found in Sarah-Beth Watkins’ book, “The Tudor Brandons: Mary and Charles- Henry VIII’s Nearest and Dearest”. According to Watkins, she found this poem in a book called “The Suffolk Garland: or, A collection of poems, songs, tales, ballads, sonnets, and elegies, legendary and romantic, historical and descriptive, relative to that county”, by James Ford. James Ford was an English antiquary, who compiled many antiquarian subjects into books for easy access for the public. This particular book was written in 1818. This poem is just one that he included in this book, but he sadly does not include the author of this poem. We may not know who wrote this poem, but we can take a guess that he might have been a Protestant by the last few lines of the poem. Who do you think wrote the poem and why do you think they wrote it?
A Song of an English Knight
Eighth Henry ruling this land,
He had a sister fair,
That was the widow’d Queen of France
Enrich’d with virtues rare;
And being come to England’s court,
She oft beheld a knight,
Charles Brandon nam’d, in whose fair eyes,
She chiefly took delight.
And noting in her princely mind,
His gallant sweet behaviour,
She daily drew him by degrees,
Still more and more in favour:
Which he perceiving, courteous knight,
Found fitting time and place,
And thus in amorous sort began,
His love-suit to her grace:
I am at love, fair queen, said he,
Sweet, let your love incline,
That by your grace Charles Brandon may
On earth be made divine:
If worthless I might worthy be
To have so good a lot,
To please your highness in true love
My fancy doubteth not.
Or if that gentry might convey
So great a grace to me,
I can maintain that same by birth,
Being come of good degree.
If wealth you think be all my want.
Your highness hath great store,
And my supplement shall be love;
What can you wish for more?
It hath been known when hearty love
Did tie the true-love knot,
Though now if gold and silver want,
The marriage proveth not.
The goodly queen hereat did blush,
But made a dumb reply;
Which he imagin’d what she meant,
And kiss’d her reverently.
Brandon (quoth she) I greater am,
Than would I were for thee,
But can as little master love,
As them of low degree.
My father was a king, and so
A king my husband was,
My brother is the like, and he
Will say I do transgress.
But let him say what pleaseth him,
He’s liking I’ll forego,
And chuse a love to please myself,
Though all the world say no:
If plowmen make their marriages,
As best contents their mind,
Why should not princes of estate
The like contentment find?
But tell me, Brandon, am I not
More forward than beseems?
Yet blame me not for love, I love
Where best my fancy deems.
And long may live (quoth he) to love,
Nor longer live may I
Than when I love your royal grace,
And then disgraced die.
But if I do deserve your love,
My mind desires dispatch,
For many are the eyes in court,
That on your beauty watch:
But am not I, sweet lady, now
More forward than behoves?
Yet for my heart, forgive my tongue,
That speaketh for him that loves.
The queen and this brave gentleman
Together both did wed,
And after sought the king’s good-will,
And of their wishes sped:
For Brandon soon was made a duke,
And graced so in court,
And who but he did flaunt it forth
Amongst the noblest sort.
And so from princely Brandon’s line,
And Mary did proceed
The noble race of Suffolk’s house,
As after did succeed:
And whose high blood the lady Jane,
Lord Guildford Dudley’s wife,
Came by decent, who, with her lord,
In London lost her life.
Watkins, Sarah-Beth. The Tudor Brandons: Mary and Charles — Henry VIIIs Nearest & Dearest. Chronos Books, 2016.