The Works in Verse and Prose (including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes |
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HYMNE VIII. To all the Princes of Europe.
Europe, the earth's sweet Paradise,
Let all thy kings that would be wise,
In politique deuotion:
Sayle hither to obserue her eyes,
And marke her heaunly motion.
Let all thy kings that would be wise,
In politique deuotion:
Sayle hither to obserue her eyes,
And marke her heaunly motion.
Braue Princes of this ciuill age,
Enter into this pilgrimage:
This saint's tongue is an oracle,
Her eye hath made a Prince a page,
And works each day a miracle.
Enter into this pilgrimage:
This saint's tongue is an oracle,
Her eye hath made a Prince a page,
And works each day a miracle.
Raise but your lookes to her, and see
Euen the true beames of maiestie,
Great Princes, marke her duly;
If all the world you doe suruey,
No forehead spreades so bright a ray,
And notes a Prince so truly.
Euen the true beames of maiestie,
Great Princes, marke her duly;
If all the world you doe suruey,
No forehead spreades so bright a ray,
And notes a Prince so truly.
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