The Artillery Garden London Magnificent And Tryvmphant: Or, The Mother of Armes reviv'd. King Charles his Royall Majestie, and the Lords of his Majesties most Honorable privie Councell, theyr Establishing, fetling, and confirming of that Prime and Famous remarkable Nurcerie of Militarie Discipline (the Artillerie Garden London) with the Armes, Crest, and Supporters, by them heretofore assigned to the Gentlemen of the same Societie ... And now published in the time of the right Honorable, Sir Robert Parkhurst Knight, Lord Major of the Citie of London, Iohn Highlord, and Iohn Cordel, Sheriffes of the same Citie: The Right Worpfull, Humphrey Smith Colonell and President of the Artillerie Garden, and Walter Neale Esquire, Captaine of the same Garden, Anno Dom. 1635 [by Henry Petowe] |
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[From the calumnious spleene and fatall breath]
From the calumnious spleene and fatall breath,Of Hell-bred Envie that would blast to death
The Fame of Honour (the Matchlesse Mother of Armes)
Is thence reviv'd, whose Lively-hood now charmes,
And daunts her foes: who with the cheerefull Spring,
Doth spring most famous (thanks to our royall King)
Whose gracious care for preservation
And maintenance of true Religion,
His Kingdomes safety and the Peoples good
That forreine foes spill not their precious blood;
In time of Peace doth cause the Mother of Warre,
To shew her selfe: such is his Princely care.
For which great Mars with thy sweet Mistris play
And let thy followers make a glorious day,
With Martiall Triumphes, Maskes in glitt'ring Armes
And warlike Revels, with such admired Charmes,
May ravish all Spectators and cause wonder
As if the God of Warre were arm'd in Thunder.
Pikes girt him round in glitt'ring Armour bright
That Dyamond-like appeare the gloomy Night,
Let nothing want that may accommodate
Both King and Princes and the Generall State
Of Britaines Monarchie, to welcome Armes
That guard both King and People from all harmes:
The Matron of the Warres is now reviv'd,
(Bellona's Neece) who many yeares hath striv'd
To gaine both Honour and Precedency
Of forreine Countries, and her Noble Gentry
Are now conjoyn'd, that heretofore did jarre
Striving who first should prove the best for Warre,
Goe on brave Spirits let your Mother see
(Now shees reviv'd) your Gen'rous Company
And love to Armes, Pikes arm'd Cap-a-pee,
Muskets compleat, and all in Battle Rey.
She did but sleepe, to try her Childrens love
Whether their Mothers vacancy would move
Their sad laments, because, she first began
To teach a Child the way to be a Man.
The neat and nimble Musket Souldier-like,
Within Great Britaines Continent, But shee
Prime Patronesse of Armes, th'Artillerie,
And shall she dye in blacke oblivion?
That rows'd the rusty armes of Albion,
Brought them to view; nor Pike, nor Musket then
Were fit for service, nor for use of Men.
Who forg'd new Armes for Souldiers then? but shee
At her owne charge (the brave Artillerie,)
Who did maintaine her Officers? but shee
To shew the use of Armes (th'Artillerie.)
And who gain'd Honour through the World? why she
A handfull but, (the fam'd Artillerie,)
Had not the Military Yard her beeing?
By observation and by seeing?
The use of Armes in Londons Nurcerie,
That ever rare and fam'd Artillerie.
Had not the Martiall Yard the like from thee?
I can Word nought, but the Artillerie.
From this faire Garden sprang so many Flowers,
That through the Kingdome there are dainty Bowers,
Bedeckt with Armes, whose knowledge came from thee
Thou most admired brave Artillerie.
Now maist thou grow more famous and still bee
A President to all Posteritie.
Tis true, two Princely Roses were at ods
And long did differ like two Demigods,
At last the Red and White conjoyn'd in one
And made a perfect Damaske Vnion.
So Noble Souldiers, though some difference were,
All true Religious hearts when they shall heare
Of this Conjunction, will rejoyce and sing,
Glory to God, and Praise unto the King.
Carolvs Magnvs shalt thou ever bee,
As now sole Regent of this Monarchie,
And Patron of our famous Nurcerie,
Live long on Earth, then in Eternitie.
[illeg.] Amen.
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