The Passionate Sparke of a Relenting Minde Written By Simion Grahame |
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To the famous Ile of Glorious Britannie. |
 | The Passionate Sparke of a Relenting Minde |  |
To the famous Ile of Glorious Britannie.
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On Parnasse hill whilst as I sit to sing,Of stately ioy the streames that by me slides:
Sweet consort yeelds from the Castalean spring
Whose murmure still in Siluer veines deuides,
Then intricate with courses to and fro,
They seeme to turne whil'st as with speed they go.
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The Muses scarse in circuit is sat downe,When Laureat troopes comes kneeling mee before,
In humble show ech takes his Lawrell Crowne,
And sweares they shall this subiect all adore:
So am I forc'd by thee, O wondrous worth!
In warbling notes sweete consorts to send forth.
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With nine-voyc'd mouth, my Delphin song I sound,Of all the world blest bee thou Brittaines Ile.
Thou, onely thou within this mortall round
On whom the Heau'ns haue lou'de so long to smile
For Phœnix-like thou hast renewde by kinde
In getting that which lay for thee inshrinde.
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Thy present time doth winter-blast dispaireAt force of Ioy the barren branch decayes
Long florish'd hope now fruitfull is and faire
Whose lod'ned birth with burthen bowes the bayes,
So downeward tops inclining still below
Such homage to their owner do they show.
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Then soyle in this most happie haru'st your rightRipe sweete desire in spight of vilde Enuie
So shall you with your Monarches-matching-might
Make earthly Kings to feare your conqu'ring crie
The circuit of this spatious Ball at length
shall yeeld vnto your armie-potent-strength,
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As sounds below relents the Ayer aboueThat hideous noyse of Thunderclaps may swage
So proud vsurping mindes shall stoope to mooue
The Lion redd to stay his roring rage
Their honors high when he hath made them thrall
Since with his force their forcelesse force must fall.
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Hee threatens th' earth with such tryumphant mightThat makes his foes afraid to heare his name
On Vertues wings oreshinde with honors light
Borne through the world with euer flying fame
Which still the Eccho of his might resounds
A terror threatning these terrestiall bounds.
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His Scepter proud and his great conqu'ring handWill erect Troph's of high Triumphes on all
Earth-ruling mindes stooping at his commaund
Adorn'd they are by him to bee made thrall.
So Monarch hee must cause ech potent King,
For him and his rich tributes for to bring.
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No treasons gilt, such threatningss can abideNor Vipers vilde who cates their tongues to barke
With feares confus'd must needs their selues go hide
And lye obscure in the Cemerian darke.
From light debar'd to preslage Plutoes place
Where mōstrous spirits such mōsters shal imbrace
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Sweld with Enuie and poys'ned great with griefeMost serpent-like spewes Vennome on their owne
Damn'd harts abhord whose mutins breeds mischief
They with their selfe, their selfe shall bee orethrowne.
So diu'llish braynes brings restlesse murther still
They filthie frogs ech one shall other kill.
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Then subiects true on honors throne set forthNo death your eternized life can end
For famous feates ad's wonders to such worth.
And truth still doth a shining light out-send
Whose glancing beames reflexing heere and there
By flowing quilles of Poets are made rare.
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Now happie Ile sequestred liues no moreSince ioyn'de expell the excrements of wrath
And let their foule ambitious factes implore
Their owne orethrow and well-deseruing death.
Rase downe, tread on their turrets of Enuie
Whose pride would mount aboue the valted skie.
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The Register of Memorie beholdeHow God of wonders, wondrous works hath wrought
When life past hope to Treason was solde,
Till threatning-death in dangers mouth him brought
In such extremes deathes ambush was in vaine
For Heau'ns strong hand did saue him stil vnflaine.
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All high attempts of deu'llish foes was foyldAll hideous noise of horrors did asswage
All tragike troopes of hellish thoughts was spoylde
And rigors selfe gaue rigor to their rage
Ensignes displaid whose terror them confounds
Whilst conqu'ring Ioy victorious trumpet sounds.
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The ship which death with tempests grief did threat'nAnd gulfes of seas was readie to deuoure
When restlesse-mercy-wanting-stormes had beat'n
At last came safe vnto her long-sought shore.
So heau'n now brings him to his hau'ning place
Still to succeed to him and all his race.
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The vpright in each true externall thingBewrayes the force hart-burnig-loue doth yeald
For smiling lookes of such a gratious King
Shall make your loue with life and blood be seald,
Vnworthie to enioy this mortall breath
Who for this King or countrey feares their death.
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The Altar is a spotlesse minde whereonYou sacrifice and offer vp good-will
Loue yeelds the fuell from the hart alon
Which once inflam'd is quenchlesse burning still
Then Martiall feates shall breed couragious strife,
In battels braue to trye a carelesse life.
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Though the Idæa of your long desireVnsetled Time obscures him for a space
Yet shall this Time with comming Time expire
And then receiue fruition of his face
Who Iustice seekes, his wisedomes eyes shall see
With Reasons right each may contented bee.
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Lo Spring-time comes, long dark'ned Sun com's outAll to renew that Winter blastes had spoil'd
When sending forth, his gorgeous beames about,
Hopes haru'st expel's which high dispaire had foil'd
So hope triumphes, dispaire lies quite o'rethrowne
Sweet Soyle yu hast which God hath made thine own.
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Misconster not his well-inclining-mindeDoo not mistrust, for Triall lurkes in Time
Why to his Kingdomes shall hee prooue vnkinde,
And glorie stayne of his adorning prime?
No counsaile can make him become so strange,
Nor earthly pompe his burning loue to change.
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Murmour no more nor bee not discontentWhen constant loue and spotlesse Iustice stands
With eager piercing lookes for to preuent
All kinde of foule oppression in his lands.
This is the right inricheth his renowne,
This is the oath made to his royall Crowne.
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And you whose long tormented hearts hath stillWith cloudie mistes and darkenesse been obscur'd
You all the world with Tragike volumes fill
What woe's deuis'd that you haue not indur'd
Your Register this Rigor may recall,
Shame, bloodshed, death, still captiues led in thrall.
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In guiltlesse-him, no crueltie doth dwellNor from his mercy neuer sprang mischiefe
Your conscience read and it shall surely tell
His hands are wash'd as causelesse of your griefe
Then let the bloud the banishment and death
Bee on their heads the Authors of your wrath.
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What though a King? yet Kings are sometime forc'dTo yeeld consent with vnconsenting hart
As from his will vnwillingly diuorc'd
That no vprore should rise any part:
Such is the onely prudence in a Prince
That 'gainst a murm'ring Momus makes defence.
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Why, doe not then degorge satyrike wordsVsurping right, thou shalt vsurpe thy braine
For lo nought else such foolish feates affords:
But diu'llish guerdon for thy greatest gaine,
And still thou shalt infamous make thy name
When as thy end's to end in endlesse shame.
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If Christian thou, then Christian-like abideTill flowing fauour from his Kingly loue
By Stately rule thy fredome shall prouide
When mindes remorse and mercy shall him moue,
So Conscience thral'd, made free and griefe is gone
Then shall his Soyles contented liue in one.
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And dark'ned Clouds that lowers vpon you headsGiues place vnto the glori'us shining Sun
Whose burning beames with radiant splendor spreads
A restlesse race not ending still begun
To shew the ods 'twixt heau's Cælestiall light
And glomy mist of Helles eternall night.
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From treasure rich of Gods immortall storeLet feruent loue in firy flames descend
And fill your hearts with pittie to implore
That heau'ns preuenting hand may him defend
Let highest curse breath forth consuming woes
For to conuert or else confound his foes.
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A gratious King whose Mercie still aboundsA gallant Queen by Nature made none such.
A Prince whose worth Fames restles Trumpet sounds
And Princesse she I cannot prayse too much
A King, a Queene, a Prince, a Princesse rare
O Soyle, what Soyle, can with this Soyle compare.
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Then happie Ile, in this thy happie dayGods thundring voyce with harts relenting heare
Whil'st heau'ns high Troopes theatred in array
With sounding Ioy before Christs throne compeare
In consort sweet melodious songs to sing
Liue liue great Iames most blest and potent King.
FINIS.
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