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SCOTLAND HER GRIEF AT HIS Majesties going into England
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SCOTLAND HER GRIEF AT HIS Majesties going into England
O England now exult,And sing a cheerfull sang,
Now may thou joy, since such a Roy,
Neu'r over thy Regions rang.
Our Soveraigne sweet, our Jemme,
Iosias and our Iames,
The onely Starr that guids thy state,
And brights thee with his beams.
And hes with Loue at length.
That never could be win with war,
Nor yet constraind be strength.
Faits, Time and Right hes made
Thee, to triumph into,
That not thy Martiall minded Men,
Nor actiue deeds could do.
The onely Ornament,
And Sun-shine of the Earth,
By destinies ordainde, to bruke
All Britaine, or his Berth.
Thou hes, and now enjoi's
Our verie Soule and Sark,
A Dy'mond in thy Dyall set,
The hight of Honors wark.
These Royall vertues haill,
That thou to fore hes found
In thy preceeding Princes all,
Even from his birth abound:
And gloriouslie into
His Princelie person shine,
O England to thy comfort now,
And Scotland vnto thine.
In deed Thou should rejoice,
And be appleased since,
But grudge thou saw with glore the great
Preferment of thy Prince.
For now thou may behold
His Hienes Head to hemme,
(Beside the old vnconquest Crowne)
A Triple Diademe.
What God his wisdome wroght,
And by thy Prince, his patience,
Beyond beleif is broght
Unto an happie end,
For in the British Throne,
Religion raign's, Peace there is plac'd
And Iustice joind in one.
There Majestie does moue,
There Fortitude is fixt,
And there with Rigour or Revenge,
Is marvellous Mercie mixt.
There may thou view from East,
And from the setting Sunne,
Elected Legats send, and from
Remottest Regions runne,
T'applaud thy Prince his praise,
Their Pretious presents brings
From Europe, Afric, Asia,
And from Amerik Kings.
Not that thy Lord inlaiks,
For his great state, such store,
No, no, his Highnes hes his owne,
In infinite before.
Bot yet because they see
Him blessed from aboue,
Thus they resort, to signifie
Vnto thy Lord, their loue.
So Inely thou may joi's,
To heare his Name renound,
Since from his boundant benefits,
Some back to thee rebound.
Is greater then thy gaine,
For but thy Head vnhappie thou,
Dismembred mone remaine.
And now shall heare his will,
Bot be commission that,
He from his mouth mellifluous
Wont to communicat,
Most patiently and as,
Thy Parent and thy Prince,
Divulgating his Laws wirh loue
And diuine Eloquence.
Thou must solicite be,
And carefull now t'inquire,
What credit beares the spurring Posts,
To the Synedrion heir.
Poore Orphane widow like,
Be thou in sable seene,
While as thy fister England goes,
Now gallantly in greene.
And like pale Luna loure,
VVhen her Apollos light,
Is in eclipse, or with a cloude,
Secluded from her sight.
For loe thy golden Sunne,
Into the South he shines,
VVhile thou Solsequium-like, for thy,
Abstracted Titan tynes,
A bodie hudge thou ar,
Exhibit but a Hart.
Vpon the worlds inconstāt stage,
To play the Monsters part.
Thy Lord, and thy Belou'd,
And next that mightie Mobile,
Thy Mouer, is remou'd,
Yet for thy great King Iames,
His Iubile reioyes,
Since he aboue the British blood,
Thy old, now freinded foes,
Thou to his honour high,
Dilucidlie decerns,
With measure howe, he moderates,
And like a God gouerns,
For whose long happie life,
Prosperitie, and Peace,
His royall Reigne, his gratious, Queene,
And for their hopefull Race,
Jncall, protest, and pray,
(From whose blis'd spreit all springs,)
IeHovah, Eli, Elohim, th'Almightie King of Kings.
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