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Commendatory Poems.
I.—Rowland Vavghan.
From ‘Most Approved and Long experienced Water Workes. Containing, The manner of Winter and Summer-drowning of Medow and Pasture, by the aduantage of the least, Riuer, Brooke, Fount, or Water-prill adiacent; there-by to make those grounds (especially if they be drye) more Fertile Ten for One. As also a demonstration of a Proiect, for the great benefit of the Commonwealth generally, but of Hereford-shire especially. By Rowland Vavghan, Esquire. Imprinted at London by George Eld. 1610’ (4to).
A PANEGYRICKE,
In the deserued honor of this most profitable worke, and no lesse renowned then much-desired Proiect.
As to the World; to whom both aye are bound;
Then briefe, for Bond so long, I cannot be;
Vnlesse my Loue were (like my Lines) too round.
That where it wants, it grieues Sense, Will, and Witte:
Then by Proportion of his Excellence,
Thus must we shape our praise of Him, and It.
Th'almighties long-prouokt inraged-HAND
Emptied Heau'ns Bottles, it to purifie;
And made that FLVD that mud to countermand.
With like O'reflowings, washing all away
That lay the Earth vpon, or Earth within,
Within the limitts where this Deluge lay!
But hee whose Hand and Head this WORKE compos'd,
Shewes how to drowne the Earth to profit it:
And beeing Ill, to make it Well-disposd.
That they to it, and it to them yeeld nought,
But, in the Ocean what doe yeeld the Shelues,
Which when they see, they flee, with pensiue thought.
In grace and goodnesse to the highest pitch;
And Meades, and Pastures price he multiples;
So, while some lies, He rise doth in the Ditch.
And holds the Sperme of Herbage by a Spring)
Infuseth in the wombe of sterile Lands,
The Liquid seede that makes them Plenty bring.
(Ioyning in Coïtu) Water on the Leaze
(Like Sperme most actiue in such complements)
Begets the full-pancht Foison of Increase?
(Where Nature doth her Twyning-Issue frame)
The water soakes, whereof doth kindly come
Full- Barnes, to ioy the Lords that hold the same.
That neuer had societie of Men;
So fertill Grounds we often barren deeme,
Whose Bowells, Water fills not now and then.
Ingenders what doth make Man-kinde ingender:
For Venus quickly will to ruine runne,
If Ceres and her Bacchus not defend her.
So much is worth this Arte, maintaining it;
Then ô how deere is hee that brought it forth,
With paine and cost for Man-kinds benefit!
May vnder-valew both his Worke and Him;
Yet After-times will prize them Price aboue,
And hold them Durt that doe their glory dim.
By Witt defeating passions of the Ayre;
When they against his well-fare nurse debates,
While fooles (ore-rul'd by each) die through dispaire.
His Trenches draine the Raines superfluous Almes;
And when heate wounds the Earth ( to death that bleeds)
Hee cures the chaps with richest Water-balmes.
He can restraine those Teares from hurting him;
Vntill his Teares the Heau'ns to ioy do win,
While other Grounds are torne, the life from limbe.
Hee can dissolue it straite (as Waxe it were;)
Mantling the Meadowes in their Summer-Gowne;
So ioys in hope, while others grieue in feare.
“And each mans manners doe his Fortunes square;
“Arte learnes to thriue in Natures practick Schooles;
“And Fortune fauours men of actions rare.
Who raignes by mirry motion, ore my Spleene;
Such is this Water-glasse, wherein these Times
Do see how to adorne their Meades in Greene.
Issu'd a Water-fount) a Mount did reare;
A Mount of large Reuenues thence did come;
So, a Mole-hill great with yong a Mountaine bare!
(Tend'ring their seruice to their Lords for Rent)
Are nere imployde but in poore Water-mills,
While the drye Grounds vnto the Bones are brent.
That touch the water that they n'ere doe taste;
And pine away, Fruite being at their Nose,
So, in Aboundance, they to nought do waste.
(Pure virgin Nimphes) and chide against the Stancks,
When as their sweetest profer'd seruice stinkes,
So coyly kisse the chapt-lippes of the Bankes.
(As t'were to yeeld their Ghost for such disgrace)
Their Christall limbes vnto the vtmost Reach;
And shrinke from th'Armes that (vselesse) them imbrace.
Make towards them, and fall by lumpes therein;
Who (of the yellow Iaundise like to dye)
Creepe to their Beds, their loue and health to winne.
These sencelesse creatures mou'd to eithers aid
But for your helpe, who may their helpes command:
Then well command, you shall be well obaid.
And be not idle when you may do good:
“Paines are but Sports when earnest gaines insue:
“For, Sport, in earnest, lies in Liuelihood.
Sith Gold's the God that all commands therein;
By Gold (next God) Kings conquer, rule and raign;
With Gold we may commute, or grace our sinne.
Although we would do more then well we may:
For He makes ill too good, and good too ill;
And more then God, the ill do him obay.
Or Good and Great (all which he can you make)
Take pleasure (ô) to saue your Liuings Bloud
And streame it through their Limbes, for Profits sake.
(Casting their Water in his Vrinalls)
(His Trenches) sees what Humor ore-abounds,
Aud cures them straight by Drought or Water-falls.
This Soule of Action, all compos'd of Flame,
(Mounting by Action to high Benefit)
Exalts his State, his Countries, and his Fame.
That ore rebellious Lands, thus Lords it well:
O that all Lords that can much Land command.
Would so command it, when it doth rebell.
Possesse great Land-lords; who, for rebell Groundes,
Do Racke their Rents, and idely liue on these;
Or spoyle their Tenants Cropp with carelesse Houndes.
But Man euen in the Abstract) hunts for Wealth
With Witt, that runnes where Profit should be sowne
By wholesome Paines; so, reaps both Wealth, & Health.
Be most, it's hard to say: for, twenty yeares
Which payes now vse, on vse, as it appeares.
Hight Golden Valley; and so iustly held:
His Royall TRENCH, is as his melting Pott,
Whence issues Liquid-gold the Vale to gild!
In golden Verse (with gold) to paint his praise,
I would blinde Enuies Eyes, and make Land-lords
By this Sunnes rising; see their Sonnes to raise.
Deere Vaughan, thy Deere Country for her good;
For, thou resolu'st to raise that benefit
Out of thy priuate care; and Liu'lyhood.
That shall on thy Foundation stedfast stand)
Shall with their Praiers, still the Heauens pierce;
And blesse their Founders rare Head, Heart, and Hand.
(Where forty euery Meale shall freely feed)
Will be the Cause of this so good Effect
To plant both Trades and Trafficke there with speed.
Attend this Table all in Scarlet Cappes;
(As if they were King Arthures Seneschals)
And, for their paines shall fill their Chapps and Lapps.
(Whose radiant Knights did Ring his Table round)
Did euer any such a Table raise
As this, where Viands shall to all abound!
If we respect the good still done by each:
For, that fedde none but such as had no need;
But this (like God) shall feede both poore and rich!
In Hyrogliphicks of the daintiest Cates)
As oft as it is spread shall spread thy Fame
Beyond the greatest conquering Potentates!
They onely great, thou good, how euer small;
Subuersion they, Erection thou intend'st;
They foes to most, but Thou a friend to all.
(Among thy Paines and Pleasures) all will blesse:
Thy Pension for a Preacher of his Word,
Shewes thou seek'st Heauen, and earthly happinesse.
(The one maintain'd, the other built by Thee
For Gods Diurnall praise) shall make thy Name
In Rubricke of the Saints enrold to be.
Shall blaze thy charity to After-ages;
And longer last in Brests of men, then Bricks;
Increasing still thy heauenly Masters Wages.
But for the Thought to make the Arke an House;
Then thanks of all, to Thee, should still be giu'n
Whose purpose is to all commodious.
Of sharpest Stormes, still wounding Soldiers states,
To end thy Dayes in that which all men likes,
Ioy, Mirth, and Fellowship, which ends debates.
That wonted were to call thy foes to fight,
Shall now but call a friendly Company
(For honest ends) to feasting and delight.
That giu'st to both sans Parralel'd renowne,
Vpon the Poles inscribed be thy Fame,
That it to Worlds vnknowne may still be knowne.
That North-ward lies, doth yeeld a rarer Man,
Then larger Lands by many a Thousand Mile,
Who can do Thus, and will do what He can.
Yet, with their Winnings haue not wonne that praise
As this great-little Lord of hearts hath done,
For good-deedes done to These, and After-dayes.
With ceaselesse fretting at these sweete Effects,
Th'eternall good which he intends to all
His Fame (well fenc'd) aboue a Foile erects.
His glorious Mansion some auspicious Starre;
And make their Altars fume still for his sake
As to a God, to whome still bound they are.
Whereby mens Wealth, and Witt are oft ore'throwne
Which Wanton Nature rather craues, then wants,
They, as a God, with Gods do still enthrone.
Yet giue him Loue and Honor due t'a Man,
That makes men liue (like Gods) in Wealth, and Blisse,
And heaue his Fame to Heauen if we can.
Hee was a God: and then he turn'd them loose
That they abroad might chaunt it still; but they
(So gon) with silence prou'd their God, a Goose.
A right ( ) God-keeper in the Capitoll:
They Geese (at most) and so (at least) was He;
Or, if ought lesse, his God-head was a Gull.
Nor shall it (like those Birds) thy Fame betray:
But these my Lines shall then best sett thee forth
When thou art worse then Wormes, and lesse then Clay.
A Serpent is, about an Infants Necke:
Who was thine Ancestor, as Bards do sing,
So borne (aliue) the Fates to counterchecke.
(By way of Miracle) for this good end,
As, by thy skill, to haue so well deseru'd
Of all the Kingdome, which it much will mend.
By Enuy will be thought poeticke skill,
Playing the Vice, but in a glozing Act,
And so wrong Witte to sooth an erring will.
(The only Meed the Time all Arte affords)
What Spirit by Art, would then at all be raiz'd
(From this World's hel) if Art should want good words?
Still open in thy spight, yet say I still
Thy praise exceeds, because thou dost excell
In these thy works, that worke Good out of Ill.
As lauish of the good which thou canst do:
Then, must thy praise be greate-good, like thine Arte,
That goods thy praisers, and dispraisers too.
Whereon my verses Feete do freely fall)
As thou dost worke by Flouds, so th'art a Floud
Of working, running to the Good of all.
So doost thou (Sunne of Vse-full Science) still:
Then, Floud, and Sunne, thou art the ground to glad,
And make it fruitfull to the good and ill.
Speakes thus of Thee, (thou small-great man of worth)
It may be thought I praise to thee ascribe
As part mine owne; so falsely, set thee forth:
But those, so thinking, when thy Worth they prooue,
With mee, will thee both honor, praise and loue.
By equiuocation it may bee taken for Infants as wel as Barnes: Barne being the name of Infant in some places of England.
The Sunne exhaling all radicall moysture from thence by wounds or chaps which are made by summers heate.
From the obseruation whereof, proceeded the rest of his workes, as in this his booke more at large is expressed.
Once more for a Farewell.
In deserued praise of this neuer-too-much praysed Worke.
How oft this old-said-Saw hath prais'd new Bookes?)
But yet good Water (drawne from Founts and Brookes)
By Sluce (the Signe) makes dry Groundes drinke it well.
Yet, if they draw it not through Trenches fitt,
(By Sluce, that shewes how (well) to vtter it)
It idely runnes, while scarce the Owners stand.
For good returne; that else runnes to no end;
Which Signe doth draw it in, it selfe to spend
On dryest Grounds, that (drunken) cast vp Grasse;
Which giddy Simily, in sober Sence,
Shewes the Effect of this Workes excellence.
II.—Richard Peeke.
Certaine Verses, Written by a Friend, in Comendations of the Author Richard Peeke.
But Sol will once his Beames display:
Though Neptune driues the surging Seas,
Sometimes he giues them quiet ease;
And so few Proiects speed so ill,
But somewhat chaunceth at our will.
Placed in Honors higher Seate;
Though Vertue in a Noble Line
Commends it, and the more doth shine:
Yet this is procur'd by Sword and Pen,
Desert oft dwells in priuate Men.
There is at hand braue Richard Peeke,
Whose worth his Foes cannot reuoke,
Borne in the Towne of Tauystoke
In Deuon, where Minerua sitts
Shaping stoute Hearts, and Pregnant Witts.
Ayming at Fame, as at a Marke,
Was not compell'd against his will,
In Mars his field to try his skill:
As Voluntary he did goe,
To serue his King against his Foe.
His daies at home, in safe content:
He would aduenture with the Best,
Willing to shed his dearest blood,
To doe his Prince, and Countrey good.
Departed with the English Fleete:
There was no rub, nor stay at all,
The Shipps saild with a pleasant Gale:
In setting forth they by their hap,
Seem'd lul'd in Amphitrites lap.
Where restles Peeke against the Walles
Made fourescoore Shot towards the Shore,
Making the Welkyn wide to rore:
He kept his standing in this strife,
Setting a straw by the losse of life.
He marcht, and stood vpon his guard;
There he an Horse-man did dismount,
By outward port of good account:
But did on him compassion take,
And spar'd his life for pitties sake.
For with twelue Spaniards he dealt
At once, and held them lusty play,
Vntill through odds, theirs was the day:
From eare to eare they pearc'd his head,
And to the Towne him Captiue led.
Loaden with Chaines of greiuous waight,
All comfortlesse in Dungion deepe,
Where Stench annoyes, and Vermines creepe:
He grouel'd in this loathsome Cell,
Where gastly sights and horrors dwell.
Hunger, nor thirst, nor wound nor Iayle:
For being brought before a Don,
And askt, Why England did set on
A scraping, not a pecking Hen?
He answer'd, staine not English-men.
And till the last will fight it out:
My selfe could prooue by Chiualrie,
If for a Captiue this were free:
Why, (quoth the Duke) darst thou to fight
With any of my Men in sight?
Not one (quoth Peeke) doe I refuse:
A chosen Champion then there came,
Whose heeles he tript, as at a game,
And from his Hand his Rapier tooke,
Presenting it vnto the Duke.
They Rapiers, he a long Staffe chose
The vse whereof so well he knowes,
He conquer'd them with nimble blowes:
One that beside him play'd his round,
He threw as dead vnto the ground.
Commended Peeke, and set him free;
He gaue him Guifts, and did commaund
That none should wrong him in their Land;
So well he did him entertayne,
And sent him to the Court of Spayne.
Then which the King himselfe did eate;
His Lodging rich, for he did lie
In furniture of Tapestrie:
The King what of him he had heard,
Did with his Treasure well reward.
Peekes Pike and praise he doth declare:
At Spanish Court whiles he attends
He thriues for Vertues sake: as Friends
Foes sent him in triumphant sort
Home from a Foe and Foreign Port.
And Deeds against themselues aproou'd;
How should his Friends his loue embrace,
And yeild him countenance and grace?
The praise and worth how can we cloke
Of manly Peeke of Tauystoke?
III.—William Parry.
From ‘A new and large discourse of the Trauels of Sir Anthony Sherley Knight by Sea and ouer Land, to the Persian Empire. . . . Written by William Parry Gentleman, who accompanied Sir Anthony in his Trauells. London Printed by Valentine Simmes for Felix Norton. 1601’ (8vo.)
I. D. of Hereford in praise of William Parry Gentleman.
To creepe like ants about this earthie roundAnd not to gather with the ant, is vaine;
Some finde out countries which were neuer found,
Yet scarcely get their labour for their paine:
Whereby I gather, there they gather not,
But rather scatter. Better lost than found
Were all such countries. Will, such is thy lot,
Thou hast lost ground to finde out other ground;
Yet thou hast found much more than thou couldst lose;
Though thou couldst lose more than the seas confine,
For thou hast found that none could finde but those
That seeke, as thou hast done, for Wisedome's eine,
And that's Experience nowhere to be seene,
But eu'ry where where thou (good Will) hast beene.
IV.—Josua Sylvester.
From ‘Du Bartas His Divine Weekes and Workes: With a Complete Collection of all the other most delightfull Workes, Translated and Written by that famous Philomusus Josuah Sylvester, Gent.’ Folio (all editions: text 1641).
In praise of the Translator.
If divine Bartas (from whose blessed BrainesSuch Works of grace, or gracefull workes did stream)
Were so admir'd for Wits celestiall Strains
As made their Vertues Seat, the high'st Extream;
Then Joshuah, the Sun of thy bright praise
Shall fixèd stand in Arts faire Firmament
Till Dissolution date Times Nights, and Dayes,
Sith right thy Lines are made to Bartas Bent,
Whose Compasse circumscribes (in spacious words)
The Universall in particulars;
And thine the same, in other tearms, affords:
So, both your Tearms agree in friendly Wars:
If Thine be onely His, and His be Thine,
They are (like God) eternall, sith Diuine.
V.—John Melton.
From ‘A Sixe-Folde Politician. Together with a Sixefolde Precept of Policy. London Printed by E. A. for Iohn Busby, and are to be solde at his Shop in Saint Dunstans Churchyard. 1609’ (8vo.)
In due praise of the Author.
That would be statesmen, rather men of State,
Are such as doe their life delineate
By which the Drawer's fame still life begets.
The picture of a perfect statesman, hee
Transcends himselfe and makes each eye to see
His darkest vaines with iudgement's clearest touch.
And measured by the square of art, by Wit)
But these alone, so right the spirit fit
Of statesmen that (obeying) all controlles;
Passe on viue image, make all times admire
How earthly hands came by such heauenly fire.
VI.—Thomas Decker.
To the Author.
How e're thou maist by blazing all Abuse,Incurre suspect, thou speak'st what thou hast prou'd,
(Tho then to keepe it close it thee behou'd,
So, Reason makes for thee a iust excuse)
Yet of thy paines the Best may make good vse,
Then of the Best thy paines should be approu'd,
And for the same of them shouldst be belou'd.
Sith thou of Falsehoods Floud do'st ope the Sluce,
That they at waste continually may runne,
By shewing men the Reaches that they haue,
That honest men may so or'e-reach a Knaue,
Or sound their swallowing Deepes, the same to shunne:
But if from hence, a Knaue more cunning growes,
That Spider sucks but poison from thy Rose.
VII.—John Gwillim.
To my deseruedly beloued and worthy Friend and Countriman Mr. Iohn Gwillim, touching his display of the Honourable Art of ARMORY.
Thy Name, thy Countrey, and thy matchlesse ArtIncites my Muse to raise her Armes of pow'r,
With praises to lay open thy desert,
To make it all-deuouring Time deuoure.
But (oh) a small Reward it is to get,
But Fame, too Cheape, for that which cost so deere,
As Time, and Paines, and Cost; and all three, great;
Yet that's the most, the most doe looke for heere.
Thou hast reduc'd an Art (much like our Law)
Vnmethodiz'd, to such a Method now,
That the whole Art, that was before but raw,
Is made most ripe in Rules the same to know:
Heere, all the Termes by which the Art is knowne,
And the least Particle of each least Part,
Are so Anatomized, and strictly showne,
That All may see the Soule of all this Art.
Heere, all the Bearings, both of Beasts and Birds,
Of Fish, Flies, Flowers, Stone, and each minerall,
Of Planets, Starres, and all, that All affords,
Are made by Art, appeare most naturall.
So that this Worke, did ransacke Heauen and Earth,
Yea Natures bulke it selfe, or all that is
In Nature hid, before this Booke had birth,
To shew this Art by them, and them by this:
Then, Natures Secretary we may stile
Plinius Secundus call thee; sith (the while,
Rare Herald) thou dost Natures Armes display;
So that we cannot hold him Generous,
(If squar'd by Rules of Generosity,)
That will not haue this Booke (composed thus)
To vnderstand Himselfe, and It thereby.
For, heere by Armes (as sometimes Ships at Sea)
Is seene how Houses grapple, but for Peace;
Yet (being ioined) distinguisht so they be,
That we may see them (seuerall) peece by peece.
For, the whole Body to these Armes thou hast,
So cleerely purg'd from sad Obscurity,
That now this Art in FRONT may well be plac'd
Of Arts that shine in Perspicuity.
And if before, the same seem'd most abstruse;
Now, hast thou (for WALES glory, and thine owne
Rare BRITAINE) made it facill for our vse,
Sith vnconfusedly the same is showne:
Then, all that honour Armes must honour Thee,
That hast made Armes from all confusion Free.
VIII.—John Taylor, the Water-Poet.
In laudem Authoris.
To the Helliconian Water-Poet, my honest friend, Iohn Taylor.
In euery Art, saue Poetry, the meaneIs praisd: but therein meanely-well to do
Is base, too base: then Iudgment cannot leane
On whats too base, but base it must be too.
Then each man that his Reputation huggs
For Iudgment, praise no lines of but meane Reach:
And laude but what drawes dry Mineruaes duggs,
Lest they their Iudgments might thereby impeach.
Then is my Iudgment Iack, perplext in thee;
For thou dost write so well with meanes so ill
That thine Admirer I confesse to be,
Much rather then the Iudger of thy skill:
Art makes not Poetry, thou dost plainly proue,
But supernaturall bountie from aboue.
IX.—John Speed.
To the right well deseruing Mr. Iohn Speed, the Author of this Worke.
TIMES Library, PLACES Geographie)
All that is shewne for which the curious lookes
Touching this LAND, for Place, or Historie.
Surueid this LAND more neere then ere it was:
For which, thy Wit thou strain'd hast to thy Will,
That wils as much as Wit can bring to passe.
In euery Member, Artire, Nerue, and Veyne,
Thou by thine Art dost so Anatomize,
That all may see each parcell without paine.
Which should shew most desir'd Particulars;
But Place giues place, sith Time is greater farre,
Yet Place, well rang'd, gets glory by these warres.
In this attempt: but, Vertue gaue thee might
That well to doe, that well thou hast assaid,
Which shall (in grace) out-like immortall spight.
Did signiorize the World; a Signiory
Should then (at least) haue guerdon'd thy Suruey,
Thy Mappes, Descriptions, and thine Historie.
(Illiberal-liberall Arte) a begging goe;
That Art alone, with her true friend Deceipt,
Gets all; then all seekes but that Arte to know.
But emptie Fame (that feedes, but fattens not)
Yet shall it feede thy NAME till DEATH be dead;
While emptie noble Names away shall rot.
Are still as Feathers to thy Fames fayre Wings,
To fanne fresh Ayre vpon the face of Heauen;
And raise the same aboue all ending Things:
That when Confusion wracks this double FRAME,
A Spirit shall moue on CHAOS called thy Fame.
X.—Thomas Ravenscroft.
In the most iust praise of Musicke, this praise-worthy Worke, and my deare, vertuous and right expert friend, the most iudicious Author.
By Musicke; for they make, Harmonious din:
And all the Powres subordinate aboue
Spend Time, nay, spend Æternity therein.
That's not compriz'd in ALL that spights her State:
If not in ALL, it's nought; which who doth loue
is worse then nought, to loue what Heau'n doth hate:
By that great WORD, without which made was nought:
Then, if that nought but NOVGHT doe her inuade,
Like God, her goodnesse is surmounting THOVGHT.
So, no man in the Abstract can be nought:
Then 'tis no man that hates sweete Musickes moode,
But Some-thing worse then all that can be thought.
Is it a Deuill? Nothing lesse: for, these
Haue Beings with an Angell, or a Man;
But that exists not, that sweete Notes displease.
Then Men WERE not, had they no Soule (their Forme)
But Musickes haters haue no Forme, nor Soule:
So, they (like Sinne) exist but to enorme,
Or rather Art it selfe (some Wise auouch)
They would he rauisht with her Suauity.
And turn'd Cælestiall with her Heauenly Touch!
'Gainst Wisedomes Spirit, not to be forgiuen:
While thou dost wooe the Soules, which thou dost winne
With thy Sweet Notes (deere Friend) to mind but Heau'n.
A Three-fold Cord, to drawe all hearts it gaines:
Thy Musickes Cordes hold Eares and Eyes awake
(Yet lullaby in pleasure) with their Straines.
'Twixt Fame and Thee doth make an Vnison,
Through which consent, though Deaths clouds thee o'rerun
Thy glory still shall shine, and cloud the Sun.
XI.—Captain John Smith.
In the deserued Honour of the Author, Captaine Iohn Smith, and his Worke.
Beasts, mis-nam'd Men; Cowards, or Ignorants.
But onely such shee followes, whose deere Worth
(Maugre her malice) gets their glorie forth.
Is Enuie's spight (dear friend) in men-of-wit;
Or Feare, lest morsels, which our mouthes possesse,
Might fall from thence; or else tis Sottishnesse.
Thy Letters are as Letters in thy praise;
Who, by their Vice, improue (when they reprooue)
Thy vertue; so, in hate, procure thee Loue.
Then, On firme Worth: this Monument I frame;
Scorning for any Smith to forge such Fame.
XII.—Queen Elizabeth.
From under the copper-plate portrait of Queen Elizabeth: ‘Elizabetha Regina. Nic. Hillyard delin: et. excud. privilegio Maiest. Are to be Sould at the Angell in Lumbard Streate. By Roger Daniell. F. D. Sculpt.’ (In British Museum Print-Room.)
[Lo here her Type who was of late, the Propp]
Lo here her Type who was of late, the Proppof Belgia, Stay of France:
Spaines Foyle, Faiths Shield, and Queene of
STATE; of Armes and Learning; Fate and Chance:
In briefe, of women, nere was seene, so
greate a Prince, so good a Queene.
XIII.—Captain John Smith.
From under ‘The Portraictuer of Captayne Iohn Smith, Admirall of New England’ on the map of New England, engraved by Simon Passe in ‘A Description of New England,’ 1616.
[These are the Lines that shew thy Face; but those]
These are the Lines that shew thy Face; but thoseThat shew thy Grace and Glory, brighter bee:
Thy Faire-Discoueries and Fowle-Overthrowes
Of Salvages, much Civilliz'd by thee,
Best shew thy Spirit; and to it Glory Wyn;
So, thou art Brasse without, but Golde within.
If so; in Brasse, too soft Smiths Acts to beare,
I fix thy Fame, to make Brasse Steele out weare.
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