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Canto. I.

Even as a widdow hauing lost her spouse,
Doth close her mourning thoughts in sable hew.
So was't with me when I lost my repose,
My sole defendresse hauing bid adew;
My adamantine rocke, which was so true.
For like a widdow mourning for her mate,
I hung my head, my trembling sence did shake.
I was affraide, yet knew not what to feare,
A chilling tremor did possesse my bones;
I listned still, yet still I naught could heare,
Which did augment my mourning and my mones,
And made me sigh with many sorrowing grones.
Musing vpon my state, I heard one sing,
Cheare vp thy heart, for thou shalt haue a King.


This vnexpected voice pierc'd through my eares,
And made a passage to my sorrowing hart:
Where it was mourning, circumcinct with feares,
Lamenting wofullie his maisters smart,
As one being smitten with a poysoned Dart.
The voice amaz'd it, it gaz'd on the voice,
The voice spake thus, and bid my heart reioyce.
What though thy Prince, haue had a prosperous raigne,
Thou must not thinke for euer t'enioy one Prince:
What though in peace, she did thee long maintaine,
(Peace-giuing God can giue an other Prince,
And he shall be a Noble vertuous Prince,
Which shall in wealth, in loue, in truth, and peace,
Encrease thy ioyes, encreasing still, increase.
Long maist thou Ioy, and he a Prince may be,
Whose Scepter swayes the glory of thy land:
Whose Sun-like beames, Europe shall shining see,
Vpholding England, good with happie hand,
Glorious adornment, of thy peacefull land:
His states most state-like each in his degree,
Shall grac'd be by his gracious Maiestie.
And he himselfe, grac'd by the Gods aboue,
With learning by (Ioues of spring richly dight:)
His minde hath beautified, with wisdomes loue,
Pallas endu'd him: Joue whome all men dread,
(As all men ought that mighty King to dread.)
All other graces which could wished be,
Hath dew'd in plenty on his maiesty.


Cease to lament encounter griefe with ioy,
And thou shalt quickely haue the vpper hand:
Ioy in thy King and thinke it is a ioy,
To haue a vertuous Prince gouerne thy land:
Which shall against all forraine foes withstand:
This hauing said quite vanisht was the voyce,
I rouz'd me vp my heart begun t'reioyce.
Yet still I stai'd, and feard it was a dreame,
Me thought it was too pleasing to be true:
I look't about, (as gazing on a streame,
Ones eyes are dazled with the sliding view,
Seeing the water heere, was there but new)
So were my eyes, I naught distinct could see:
My eyes were in my minde, minde in my eye.
Long had I not thus look't with mixed dint,
When loe, I saw fast fixed on a poast
A long broade scroule, in Proclamation print,
And Nobles names vpon it were imbost,
Which did adorne the paper, it the poast,
I started vp thinking to reade the names:
When vnderneath I saw, God saue King James.
I trembling stood, as one was still in feare,
I gaz'd about as one was still amaz'd:
Vntill a wel-tun'd concord I might heare,
With one consent and still one name they prais'd,
And still made me in feare, which was amaz'd.
I drew me neere to heare what they did sing,
I heard them sing King Iames, God saue our King.


Then as the widdow I reioyc't a fresh,
And quite forgot the sorrow I was in:
When she is tempt with frailty of the flesh,
To take new husband, new Ioyes to begin,
And hauing taine him being trick and trim,
As she is gladsome on her wedding day,
So I reioyc't hearing them thus to say.
No sooner had I with mind-casting counts,
Ponder'd his title, and his true descent,
His Noble vertues, each other to surmount:
In high'st degree, in striuing conflict bent,
His gratious wisdome and his gouernment.
But as the Sun enseweth still the raine,
My heart did leape and so reioyc't againe.
No sooner had my of-spring heard t'was true,
It had pleas'd God giue them a gratious King,
When each in pompe, and each in publike view,
His royall name which did this comfort bring:
With one assent concordingly did sing,
My greater powers in state, which state proclaimes,
With caps vp throwne, God saue our King, King James.
Thus loue and duety tooke each others parts,
They shew'd their duetie in obedience,
Loue shew'd it elfe within their ioyful hearts,
(As when in loue, with a selfe feeling sence,
The Louer giues his loue preheminence.)
So did my people ioyfullie reioyce:
Lauding their King with one concording voice.


The little birds proude of this vnitie,
Begun to tune their chirping siluer'd notes,
The lofty trees glad of their harmonie,
Did entertaine them in their new greene coats,
Sending foorth musicke from melodious throats,
The tree's adorn'd the birds, the birds the trees,
Who flockt into them (as a swarme of Bees.)
Which lately hauing left their wonted hiue,
Partly for noueltie, and parte for loue:
For loue, to let the little yonglings thriue:
(Which doth in Bees a kindely nature prooue)
Themselues into some other place remooue.
Where on some bushe, or clagging on some tree,
They doe remaine, till they new hyued bee.
As flew the Bees in swarmes, so did the birds,
For they came flocking to thee (all haile sing trees)
As flee the Bees, their hiue, so did the birds,
They left the easings, when past were colde degrees
Of snowy winter, and congealed freeze.
And singing set in trees, welcome thou spring:
The springing happines of (Iames our King.)
Like trees, and Birds, so did Dame Tellus too,
For she put on her naturall ornaments,
As when her louer comes her for to wooe:
She decks her selfe in richest complements:
And doth perfume her breath with sweetest sents,
So did she now, for this was in the spring,
And in her pride she went to meete our King.


I gladsome was to see her loyall roabe,
Her spangled garments, and her light-some cheare;
(As in a frostie night, within the globe
A glorious sight of bright-some starres appeare,
Who with their twinckling stemme now there, now here:)
So was her kirtle all imbrodring set,
Heere, with a primrose: there, a violet.
Her other ornaments be suited this,
For she was Prince-like in her chiefest prime;
Her sweet perfumes she still did seeme to kisse,
As being glad they in so fit a time
Came to adorne her; that in pompe and prime,
With her delights, she might new pleasures bring,
And be a ioyance to (King Iames our King.)
The modest Muses tended on her grace,
The Graces round about her seem'd to sing;
The fri,king Fayries daunc'd their rounds apace,
The melodie was such the place did ring:
Their Song they sung was still (God saue the King.)
Amongst the rest, I gladdest of the rest,
Tun'd vp my Lute, and sung amongst the best.


A Sonnet.

Let Phœbus in his brightest rayes.
Tune vp Apollos voice,
Let mortals in these happie daies
With gladsome hearts reioyce:
With one consent let vs all say,
Of late there hap't a happie day:
Therefore reioyce, reioyce therefore, reioyce & sing,
For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King.
Let all the true and noble hearts,
Wherewith England abounds:
Unto their King, of rarest parts,
Be loyall subiects found.
Sing they melodious harmony,
Sing welcome, welcome hartily,
Therefore reioyce, reioyce therefore, reioyce and sing,
For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King.