Aue Caesar God saue the King. The ioyfull Ecchoes of loyall English hartes, entertayning his Maiesties late ariuall in England. With an Epitaph vpon the death of her Maiestie our late Queene [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[Stay Sorrowes there about Elizaes Tombe]
Stay Sorrowes there about Elizaes Tombe,
From whence, with hopefull hartes we now retire:
Let Griefe yeeld place and giue our Ioyes some rome
To entertaine the King of our desire,
IAMES first of England, and of Scotland sixt,
He hath our mourninges with all comforts mixt.
From whence, with hopefull hartes we now retire:
Let Griefe yeeld place and giue our Ioyes some rome
To entertaine the King of our desire,
IAMES first of England, and of Scotland sixt,
He hath our mourninges with all comforts mixt.
Our honorable true Nobilitie,
Most high renowmed Worthies of the Land,
Haue shew'd their loyall true fidelitie,
Conioyn'd by God, aswell in hart as hand:
These are carefull proppes and pillers of our Nation.
Haue giuen Cæsar right, by Proclamation.
Most high renowmed Worthies of the Land,
Haue shew'd their loyall true fidelitie,
Conioyn'd by God, aswell in hart as hand:
These are carefull proppes and pillers of our Nation.
Haue giuen Cæsar right, by Proclamation.
And who is he that doth not giue consent,
With hart-pronounced sound, God saue the King:
Vnlesse it be some Villian malecontent,
That mischiefe to his Country seekes to bring:
He that repineth at the Lordes Annoynted,
Like to a Traytor let him be disioynted.
With hart-pronounced sound, God saue the King:
Vnlesse it be some Villian malecontent,
That mischiefe to his Country seekes to bring:
He that repineth at the Lordes Annoynted,
Like to a Traytor let him be disioynted.
Neuer did King set foote on English ground,
With more applaw'd then our renowmed Iames:
For as great ioyes within our hartes abound,
As euer were contay'd in all his Realmes:
Our loues to him the eyes of heau'n doth see,
Sound, as the subiectes should to Soueraigne bee.
With more applaw'd then our renowmed Iames:
For as great ioyes within our hartes abound,
As euer were contay'd in all his Realmes:
Our loues to him the eyes of heau'n doth see,
Sound, as the subiectes should to Soueraigne bee.
Not great King Henrie, second of that name,
When with his royall Nauie he did sayle,
The rude and barb'rous Irishmen to tame,
Where most victoriously he did preuayle,
Subduing them vnder his Scepters length,
By honourable valour, Martiall strength.
When with his royall Nauie he did sayle,
The rude and barb'rous Irishmen to tame,
Where most victoriously he did preuayle,
Subduing them vnder his Scepters length,
By honourable valour, Martiall strength.
Nor his sonne Richard, Lyon-harted King,
That deedes of Armes in other landes pursew'd
Could cause more ioy from peoples hartes to spring,
When they return'd from Countries they subdew'd:
In entertayning them to Englands shore,
Where tonges did shew what harts the subiects bore.
That deedes of Armes in other landes pursew'd
Could cause more ioy from peoples hartes to spring,
When they return'd from Countries they subdew'd:
In entertayning them to Englands shore,
Where tonges did shew what harts the subiects bore.
Nor yet fift Henry's comming out of Fraunce,
From those high deedes that there he vndertooke:
Nor's Father, whom desartes did so aduaunce,
The peoples deare beloued Bullenbrooke,
Could haue more loue ready prepard to meete them,
Or more affection, pressing foorth to greete them.
From those high deedes that there he vndertooke:
Nor's Father, whom desartes did so aduaunce,
The peoples deare beloued Bullenbrooke,
Could haue more loue ready prepard to meete them,
Or more affection, pressing foorth to greete them.
Their welcomes were from warres they had in hand,
Which losse of blood, and valour caus'd to cease:
Thy welcomes are from out a quiet Land,
Inlarging vs a wondrous league of peace.
O welcome Prince of Peace and quietnesse:
The God of Peace thee and thine issue blesse.
Which losse of blood, and valour caus'd to cease:
Thy welcomes are from out a quiet Land,
Inlarging vs a wondrous league of peace.
O welcome Prince of Peace and quietnesse:
The God of Peace thee and thine issue blesse.
Most sacred Tyme, that with the World began,
And art ordayn'd Gods speciall Instrument,
To deale in all affayres concerning Man,
Numb'ring each minute that on earth is spent:
Thou that mak'st expedition with the winde,
To fly, and run, with Eagle, and with Hinde.
And art ordayn'd Gods speciall Instrument,
To deale in all affayres concerning Man,
Numb'ring each minute that on earth is spent:
Thou that mak'st expedition with the winde,
To fly, and run, with Eagle, and with Hinde.
Lay downe thy Sickle thou hast in thy hand,
Because thou must performe a nimble place:
Turne quicke about thine Flower-glasse of sand,
Run for thy life to entertaine his Grace:
Make speed good Time in this, to do vs pleasure,
For all the Realme doth waite vpon thy leasure.
Because thou must performe a nimble place:
Turne quicke about thine Flower-glasse of sand,
Run for thy life to entertaine his Grace:
Make speed good Time in this, to do vs pleasure,
For all the Realme doth waite vpon thy leasure.
Linger not by the way, to harken newes,
But let thy charge be rightly vnderstood:
Flying reportes, let fooles and Ideots vse,
Tale-carriers thou doest know were neuer good:
If any such thou chaunce to ouer-take,
A base account of them thou art to make.
But let thy charge be rightly vnderstood:
Flying reportes, let fooles and Ideots vse,
Tale-carriers thou doest know were neuer good:
If any such thou chaunce to ouer-take,
A base account of them thou art to make.
I know thou know'st how to salute our Prince,
That hast bin guide of Kinges into their Thrones:
That office thou hast well performd long since,
Vnto all Gods elected holy-ones:
The chifest thing we haue in expectation,
Is, that thou hie him to his Coronation.
That hast bin guide of Kinges into their Thrones:
That office thou hast well performd long since,
Vnto all Gods elected holy-ones:
The chifest thing we haue in expectation,
Is, that thou hie him to his Coronation.
Our Nobles all, to their immortall fame,
(Deseruing Peeres, of Honours best desartes)
Are duetifull prepared for the same,
With firme consent of all true English hartes,
Who from their soules vnfaignedly do pray,
That euen this present, were crownation day.
(Deseruing Peeres, of Honours best desartes)
Are duetifull prepared for the same,
With firme consent of all true English hartes,
Who from their soules vnfaignedly do pray,
That euen this present, were crownation day.
The Cittie with the loyall Magistrate,
The Maior, the Shriefes, the Aldermen, the rest,
Haue faythfull welcomes to him consecrate,
And all endeuour: loue may be expre'st,
Yet can no triumph nor externall show,
Describe aright the inward loue they owe.
The Maior, the Shriefes, the Aldermen, the rest,
Haue faythfull welcomes to him consecrate,
And all endeuour: loue may be expre'st,
Yet can no triumph nor externall show,
Describe aright the inward loue they owe.
For often loue abounding in the minde,
From center of the hart, which doth containe it,
Cannot so absolute a passage finde,
As in an outward fulnesse may explane it:
Loues treasurie hath very seldome bin
As soone layde out, as it is gath'red in.
From center of the hart, which doth containe it,
Cannot so absolute a passage finde,
As in an outward fulnesse may explane it:
Loues treasurie hath very seldome bin
As soone layde out, as it is gath'red in.
Descend you Muses from Parnassus hill;
Bring Art in librall handes, and now bestow-it:
Let euery one present a flowing Quill,
In honour of our famous Kingly Poet:
And as the chearefull Larke doth mounting sing,
So eleuate the honour of the King.
Bring Art in librall handes, and now bestow-it:
Let euery one present a flowing Quill,
In honour of our famous Kingly Poet:
And as the chearefull Larke doth mounting sing,
So eleuate the honour of the King.
Ioue adde a length of yeeres vnto his dayes,
That long in peace, by vs he be enioy'd.
Apollo tune thy Musicke to his prayse,
To better vse it cannot be imployd.
Sound Triton through the Seas vast kingdame, sound
That Englands King is comming to be Croun'd.
That long in peace, by vs he be enioy'd.
Apollo tune thy Musicke to his prayse,
To better vse it cannot be imployd.
Sound Triton through the Seas vast kingdame, sound
That Englands King is comming to be Croun'd.
Ver, strow the Ground with thy delightfull greene,
For in thy season doth our Monarch come:
Be all the Fieldes in Sommers liuerie seene:
Attire the Trees, and let the Plants haue some:
Be bount full and forward gentle Spring,
Thou canst not welcome a more worthy King.
For in thy season doth our Monarch come:
Be all the Fieldes in Sommers liuerie seene:
Attire the Trees, and let the Plants haue some:
Be bount full and forward gentle Spring,
Thou canst not welcome a more worthy King.
Aboue all Trees, be kindest to the Rose,
For tis a Flower of a princely price:
There is a White and Red togither growes,
I thinke the Plant came (first) from Paradice:
Let it be watred with some heau'nly shower,
For (on my life) it beares a blessed flower.
For tis a Flower of a princely price:
There is a White and Red togither growes,
I thinke the Plant came (first) from Paradice:
Let it be watred with some heau'nly shower,
For (on my life) it beares a blessed flower.
Blest chiefly in the graft Earle Richmond made,
For till his time, those Roses were at strife,
Hee in a happie hower all quarrels stay'd,
Takeing fourth Edwards daughter to his wife:
So did the Houses both in one vnite,
Mixing the kingly Red, with princely White.
For till his time, those Roses were at strife,
Hee in a happie hower all quarrels stay'd,
Takeing fourth Edwards daughter to his wife:
So did the Houses both in one vnite,
Mixing the kingly Red, with princely White.
A glorious Arbour from this roote hath sprong,
Of sweetest Roses, crown'd with Diadames:
From Prince to Prince, the branch hath run along,
And now the noble Flower is cald King Iames.
Lord we intreat thee for our Countries good,
Graunt that his stocke may neuer want a bud.
Of sweetest Roses, crown'd with Diadames:
From Prince to Prince, the branch hath run along,
And now the noble Flower is cald King Iames.
Lord we intreat thee for our Countries good,
Graunt that his stocke may neuer want a bud.
Let Angels pitch their Tentes about his Throne:
Be thou his strength, his trust, his God, his guide:
Graunt that his dayes may be like Salomon,
A mirrour vnto all the world beside,
That those which heare his fame farre of to ring,
Like Saoaes Queene, may all admire our King.
Be thou his strength, his trust, his God, his guide:
Graunt that his dayes may be like Salomon,
A mirrour vnto all the world beside,
That those which heare his fame farre of to ring,
Like Saoaes Queene, may all admire our King.
FINIS.
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