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“The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.”
A Poem, By the same Author:
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This was first Written 1637: the originall Coppie was lost; this is taken from an imperfect Transcript, by a freind preserved.
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Servitium: numquam Libertas gratior extat
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“The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.”
By the Sweet Streame, with pleasant Mirtles crowned,
Sweeter then those in the Idalian grove;
And then these, Sweeter noe where can be found;
Here Zephir's calmer breath doth ever move;
Never did it rough Boreas' furie prove;
Nor ever did the winter drissle here;
The Earth still clad, the Trees were never bare.
Sweeter then those in the Idalian grove;
And then these, Sweeter noe where can be found;
Here Zephir's calmer breath doth ever move;
Never did it rough Boreas' furie prove;
Nor ever did the winter drissle here;
The Earth still clad, the Trees were never bare.
Perpetuall Spring; that it not differ could
(Vnles excelling that which ffame doth Sing)
ffrom the Sweet vale of Tempe, where of old,
The Gods ffrequented; nor the ffaméd Spring
Of Thessalie, where all the Muses sing;
Could boast soe pure a Head, soe cleare a Streame:
Equall in All, if 'twer adorned by them.
(Vnles excelling that which ffame doth Sing)
ffrom the Sweet vale of Tempe, where of old,
The Gods ffrequented; nor the ffaméd Spring
Of Thessalie, where all the Muses sing;
Could boast soe pure a Head, soe cleare a Streame:
Equall in All, if 'twer adorned by them.
Come then, Come hither, Muses; Come, you Gods;
Blesse, and be happie, in this fragrant vale.
If such Divinities may keepe aboads
Vpon our Earth, then let me now prevaile.
Come all you Graces, doe not feare to dwell
With vs; here Paradice on Earth is now,
But 't will be Heaven in All, when blest in you.
Blesse, and be happie, in this fragrant vale.
If such Divinities may keepe aboads
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Come all you Graces, doe not feare to dwell
With vs; here Paradice on Earth is now,
But 't will be Heaven in All, when blest in you.
The wood-nimphs here shall waite you; here the ffawnes
And prick-ear'd Satires shall your Groves frequent:
Sporting themselves over your fertile lawnds,
The Naiades in Azure vestiment,
With Hairs vnbound, the willing Sand shall print;
ffaire-facéd Sirens shall the sences Charme
To a Delight, and doe noe further harme.
And prick-ear'd Satires shall your Groves frequent:
Sporting themselves over your fertile lawnds,
The Naiades in Azure vestiment,
With Hairs vnbound, the willing Sand shall print;
ffaire-facéd Sirens shall the sences Charme
To a Delight, and doe noe further harme.
More to delight you: when you but looke vp
Into the Grove, what diverse Carrolling
Doth there entice you? Here vpon the Top
Of a sharpe Hollie, Philomel doth Sing;
Her, Cheif I name; but all the rest doe bring
Their severall Notes; the thrush and Linnot here,
The ffinch, and owsle, caroll all the Yeare.
Into the Grove, what diverse Carrolling
Doth there entice you? Here vpon the Top
Of a sharpe Hollie, Philomel doth Sing;
Her, Cheif I name; but all the rest doe bring
Their severall Notes; the thrush and Linnot here,
The ffinch, and owsle, caroll all the Yeare.
But Stay, noe further my vnsteddie verse.
Let better Pens give the Expression trulie;
Lest I detract more, I noe more reherse
Such Beauties; I, too bold and too vnrulie,
Doe too much take from, and doe too much sullie.
This in my praise; Silence, my Muse, and rest
Thee, on the banke with flowerie Mirtles drest.
Let better Pens give the Expression trulie;
Lest I detract more, I noe more reherse
Such Beauties; I, too bold and too vnrulie,
Doe too much take from, and doe too much sullie.
This in my praise; Silence, my Muse, and rest
Thee, on the banke with flowerie Mirtles drest.
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Solace thy Selfe to see blue Tritons friske,
And how they Skulke, the weake inferiour frye;
Whilst Neptune, to court Amphitrite doth briske,
And heaves his Trident. How obsequiouslie
The waters calme! how readilie they hye
In! when the Ruler of the Seas doth play;
The fishes Ioy, and Sport, and yet obay.
And how they Skulke, the weake inferiour frye;
Whilst Neptune, to court Amphitrite doth briske,
And heaves his Trident. How obsequiouslie
The waters calme! how readilie they hye
In! when the Ruler of the Seas doth play;
The fishes Ioy, and Sport, and yet obay.
But whither ramble I? doe I not see
The Goddes on the Shore? expecting there
Great Neptune, great Commander of the Sea;
Her tardie Lover there; and, or I heare
Shrill Tritons to give notice, and make cleare
The path, or else my Sences doe mistake;
See where they ride, how now the Billowes breake.
The Goddes on the Shore? expecting there
Great Neptune, great Commander of the Sea;
Her tardie Lover there; and, or I heare
Shrill Tritons to give notice, and make cleare
The path, or else my Sences doe mistake;
See where they ride, how now the Billowes breake.
But let me nearer goe, to discerne plaine
If I have Err'd, or if yond same be shee;
There better may I see the Entertaine.
But I'me amazed! Certaine divinitie!
Such glorious obiect never strucke my Eye;
The Port of Iuno; but such feature tells,
Thou art bright Citherea, and none else.
If I have Err'd, or if yond same be shee;
There better may I see the Entertaine.
But I'me amazed! Certaine divinitie!
Such glorious obiect never strucke my Eye;
The Port of Iuno; but such feature tells,
Thou art bright Citherea, and none else.
Or I mistake; doth not the pluméd Caske
Speake thee, the Issue of Iove's pregnant braine?
I'certaine thou art Shee; profane to aske,
Or doubt at all; pardon a fearfull Swaine.
But Stay; the Qviver doth of right pertaine
To the Chast Huntress: who did heretofore
Chase in these woods the Stag, or feircer Bore.
Speake thee, the Issue of Iove's pregnant braine?
I'certaine thou art Shee; profane to aske,
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But Stay; the Qviver doth of right pertaine
To the Chast Huntress: who did heretofore
Chase in these woods the Stag, or feircer Bore.
Art any these? I am astonied.
She now approaches. Can my feeble Eyne
Not sinke into my browes? or can my head
Direct the organs in such glorious Shine?
I am but weake; thou certaine art devine.
Nor can wee have such nearnes. Oh! but See,
She beckens hitherward, and calls on mee.
She now approaches. Can my feeble Eyne
Not sinke into my browes? or can my head
Direct the organs in such glorious Shine?
I am but weake; thou certaine art devine.
Nor can wee have such nearnes. Oh! but See,
She beckens hitherward, and calls on mee.
I am a Stranger here, she Sayes; be not
At all Dismaied; I noe Celestiall am;
Nor am I Sea nor Wood-nimph. Doe not doubt
What I shall say; my best part is my Name.
In this forme I appeare; I rather came.
Know then, I am, blest am I in't, the while,
The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.
At all Dismaied; I noe Celestiall am;
Nor am I Sea nor Wood-nimph. Doe not doubt
What I shall say; my best part is my Name.
In this forme I appeare; I rather came.
Know then, I am, blest am I in't, the while,
The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.
Nor wonder; I, who seldome ever saw
The Sun, but shrouded lay in shades of Night,
Frighted, beyond my selfe; ne're did I draw
A breath of Comfort, 'till before that light
Which in the North broke late, Aurora bright;
For soe I count that Qveene, and soe I may,
The faire forerunner of this happie Day.
The Sun, but shrouded lay in shades of Night,
Frighted, beyond my selfe; ne're did I draw
A breath of Comfort, 'till before that light
Which in the North broke late, Aurora bright;
For soe I count that Qveene, and soe I may,
The faire forerunner of this happie Day.
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How long before did Mourning cover me?
What have I knowne? And yet my selfe nere knew
Till this faire Day; which I with Ioy may see;
At first, the Romane Servitude I rue,
Then the devided Governments,—which grew
From proud Ambition,—what the Saxons did;
Whose Spoile and Conquest in me yet are read.
What have I knowne? And yet my selfe nere knew
Till this faire Day; which I with Ioy may see;
At first, the Romane Servitude I rue,
Then the devided Governments,—which grew
From proud Ambition,—what the Saxons did;
Whose Spoile and Conquest in me yet are read.
Still am I made the Feild of blood, the Stage
Where Death was in cheife Action; the Danes
Now entred, to subdue the Saxon's rage;
Whilest of the Time many deepe wound remaines;
'Till now the Crowne and Realme this last obtains:
And then the Norman Conquerour here lands,
Who got the Government into his hands.
Where Death was in cheife Action; the Danes
Now entred, to subdue the Saxon's rage;
Whilest of the Time many deepe wound remaines;
'Till now the Crowne and Realme this last obtains:
And then the Norman Conquerour here lands,
Who got the Government into his hands.
See yet the Scarrs which in my Face appeare,
And See the Miserie of those tragicke times;
To tell particulars I stand not here.
Fall then, my Muse, and may my weaker Rhimes
Follow the path which onlie she assignes.
But from the Norman Conquest to these Ages,
How manie wounds! how manie bloodie Stages!
And See the Miserie of those tragicke times;
To tell particulars I stand not here.
Fall then, my Muse, and may my weaker Rhimes
Follow the path which onlie she assignes.
But from the Norman Conquest to these Ages,
How manie wounds! how manie bloodie Stages!
Thou of the Nine the Saddest, helpe me Sing;
Melpomene! leave the faire Sisterhood;
Bring but thy Tears, and I will matter bring;
Here, here run out for everie Teare a flood;
And leave thy Inke behind, I'le give thee Blood,
To write in Characters, what shall be read
With Terror, to all Times, soe registred.
Melpomene! leave the faire Sisterhood;
Bring but thy Tears, and I will matter bring;
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And leave thy Inke behind, I'le give thee Blood,
To write in Characters, what shall be read
With Terror, to all Times, soe registred.
Rufus and Beau-clarke, with those other Nine,
I passe; nor doe I tell what I did beare
Vnder those paire of Harries; though their Times
To me, were full of Danger, and of feare.
Wittnes the wounds which in my face I beare;
But these (too great) cannot be mentionéd,
When as these after Iarres are told or read.
I passe; nor doe I tell what I did beare
Vnder those paire of Harries; though their Times
To me, were full of Danger, and of feare.
Wittnes the wounds which in my face I beare;
But these (too great) cannot be mentionéd,
When as these after Iarres are told or read.
Repeat thy Sorrow then: Sixt Harrie, now
Crowned King, a Child; enioy'd it, when a Man;
A Man indeed; nor can I but allow,
His vertues infinite; yet then grew on
The Miseries of Mee, Poore Albion.
'Gainst him, his Cozen Yorke pretends a right;
Hee, a mild King, more fitt for praier then fight.
Crowned King, a Child; enioy'd it, when a Man;
A Man indeed; nor can I but allow,
His vertues infinite; yet then grew on
The Miseries of Mee, Poore Albion.
'Gainst him, his Cozen Yorke pretends a right;
Hee, a mild King, more fitt for praier then fight.
But dwell not here too long, tell onlie how
Thou wert devided; how in doubt did stand
Thy selfe, ev'n at thy selfe; nor didst thou know
To which of them to yeild, or which withstand.
Now doth the Red, then the White-Rose command;
'Till with the Deluge of the blood was shed,
The Red Rose paled, the White was soiled in red.
Thou wert devided; how in doubt did stand
Thy selfe, ev'n at thy selfe; nor didst thou know
To which of them to yeild, or which withstand.
Now doth the Red, then the White-Rose command;
'Till with the Deluge of the blood was shed,
The Red Rose paled, the White was soiled in red.
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Can I forget, (though a Cheif Actor in
This vprore) Warwicke? not t' ascribe a praise
Vnto his Actions, but for ever Sing
His Courage and high Spirrit; Hee it was
Did first pull downe, and then good Harrie raise
Vp, to the Regall Throne; but whither? Stay!
Particulars wee take not in our way.
This vprore) Warwicke? not t' ascribe a praise
Vnto his Actions, but for ever Sing
His Courage and high Spirrit; Hee it was
Did first pull downe, and then good Harrie raise
Vp, to the Regall Throne; but whither? Stay!
Particulars wee take not in our way.
To name the Severall Battles and the Feilds,
I not intend; for rather let me say,
I was all Death and Blood. Noe place but yeilds
Sad witnes of this long-continued fray.
Brother the brother, Son the Sire did slay;
Rivers of mingled blood run downe, and where
The Spring should boast her green, doth red appeare.
I not intend; for rather let me say,
I was all Death and Blood. Noe place but yeilds
Sad witnes of this long-continued fray.
Brother the brother, Son the Sire did slay;
Rivers of mingled blood run downe, and where
The Spring should boast her green, doth red appeare.
Oh, what a Sorrow 'twas, to be devided
Thus in my Selfe! one limme against another;
(For soe it was) without all order gvided;
Make warre; whilst I, in this smoaking pother,
Had sole the want; they fell but Each with other,
And everie Single; but I, wanting all
My Limbes, the heavie Bodie needs must fall.
Thus in my Selfe! one limme against another;
(For soe it was) without all order gvided;
Make warre; whilst I, in this smoaking pother,
Had sole the want; they fell but Each with other,
And everie Single; but I, wanting all
My Limbes, the heavie Bodie needs must fall.
Here now hant Kites, and Ravens fill the plaine;
Whole Shoales of Carren Crowes, to Cloud the Skye,
Paddle in the warme blood of people slaine;
This on a Rib doth tier, that peckes an Eye;
And if I may give it more dreadfullie;
The dogs of Villages those bodies eate,
Who fed them once, and in their bloods grow fatt.
Whole Shoales of Carren Crowes, to Cloud the Skye,
Paddle in the warme blood of people slaine;
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And if I may give it more dreadfullie;
The dogs of Villages those bodies eate,
Who fed them once, and in their bloods grow fatt.
Let it not fright thee: Wrath now glutts himselfe
In blood, and boasts the onlie Victorie;
Goblets of blood he Qvaffes; and everie Gulp'e
Steam's in his cankred throte; whil'st gloriouslie
Hee fills still fresh ones; 'till swolne vp soe high
Hee could noe more, he bursts; whose fruitfull Sperm
Springs in an instant; Cause of greater harme:
In blood, and boasts the onlie Victorie;
Goblets of blood he Qvaffes; and everie Gulp'e
Steam's in his cankred throte; whil'st gloriouslie
Hee fills still fresh ones; 'till swolne vp soe high
Hee could noe more, he bursts; whose fruitfull Sperm
Springs in an instant; Cause of greater harme:
Of greater Harme! if greater there could be.
But what more could I suffer? Yet 'twas more,
'Cause a renewing of my Miserie;
And fresh addition to my greif before.
How did my Meadowes overflow with gore;
The incestuous Earth was cloy'd; the insatiate, Chardged
Beyond her Measure, wish'd her wombe enlarg'd.
But what more could I suffer? Yet 'twas more,
'Cause a renewing of my Miserie;
And fresh addition to my greif before.
How did my Meadowes overflow with gore;
The incestuous Earth was cloy'd; the insatiate, Chardged
Beyond her Measure, wish'd her wombe enlarg'd.
Here the red Sea was; if I soe may call,
And if soe high, I may compare with them,
The Egiptian Multitude who there did fall;
Those, but in water; these in the hot Steime
Of their owne bloods. Nor can poore infants seeme
To hope a safetie; onlie borne to bee
Equallie instruments of Miserie.
And if soe high, I may compare with them,
The Egiptian Multitude who there did fall;
Those, but in water; these in the hot Steime
Of their owne bloods. Nor can poore infants seeme
To hope a safetie; onlie borne to bee
Equallie instruments of Miserie.
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How many Ages did continue thus,
Muse, now relate; but better I may rue.
I know the minutes, were they numerous
Tenfold; for Sorrowes minutes Ages shew.
But ah, how fast they flye when wee pursue
Obiects which please! Enough to say they were
Too much in that; the Time, to tell forbeare.
Muse, now relate; but better I may rue.
I know the minutes, were they numerous
Tenfold; for Sorrowes minutes Ages shew.
But ah, how fast they flye when wee pursue
Obiects which please! Enough to say they were
Too much in that; the Time, to tell forbeare.
Looke, looke vpon this Caske, and see old blowes;
See the deepe Dints which warre in it hath made;
Read in my quarter'd face, what speech not showes:
What I can least expresse, thou here maiest read.
Though time, in something hath recoveréd
The gashes of that foule and fatall warre,
Yet while time is, I cannot want the Scarre.
See the deepe Dints which warre in it hath made;
Read in my quarter'd face, what speech not showes:
What I can least expresse, thou here maiest read.
Though time, in something hath recoveréd
The gashes of that foule and fatall warre,
Yet while time is, I cannot want the Scarre.
O Dulce Bellum! but they doe not know
The fears and Dangers which on it attend,
Who vtter thus. I in my selfe can show
A Contradiction: for my forward mind
Bore me to Battle; butt too late I find
My Error. Youthfull Thoughts and active Limbes
May thinke warre sweet, but know not what she brings.
The fears and Dangers which on it attend,
Who vtter thus. I in my selfe can show
A Contradiction: for my forward mind
Bore me to Battle; butt too late I find
My Error. Youthfull Thoughts and active Limbes
May thinke warre sweet, but know not what she brings.
See here the Ensignes of that bloodie Warre;
See, see the white now bears Vermilion Dye.
Muse, now declare the Discords which appeare
Betwixt the Brothers; and the Subtletye
Of Crook-back'd Richard; till the victorie
Was gain'd by Richmond; who conioyn'd in one
The bloodie Factions in the English Crowne.
See, see the white now bears Vermilion Dye.
Muse, now declare the Discords which appeare
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Of Crook-back'd Richard; till the victorie
Was gain'd by Richmond; who conioyn'd in one
The bloodie Factions in the English Crowne.
Here was a hope of Peace; and here I thought
T' have seen noe more the Miseries of warre;
But Fate is various; the Son haveing got
The Diadem; what his wise Sire with Care
Had Treasured vp, Eight Harrie doth not Spare;
His Will, his Spirritt, 'bove Advice or Feare,
Wasts all the Treasure in a forreigne warre.
T' have seen noe more the Miseries of warre;
But Fate is various; the Son haveing got
The Diadem; what his wise Sire with Care
Had Treasured vp, Eight Harrie doth not Spare;
His Will, his Spirritt, 'bove Advice or Feare,
Wasts all the Treasure in a forreigne warre.
France feeles the force of Potent Harrie's arme,
In vast Expences, both of warre and Peace.
Hee gain'd a Glorie, but I reape the harme;
And more and more, my miseries increase.
Hee made me Naked as I ever was;
And the late miseries I felt by warre;
Worse by my Povertie renewéd are.
In vast Expences, both of warre and Peace.
Hee gain'd a Glorie, but I reape the harme;
And more and more, my miseries increase.
Hee made me Naked as I ever was;
And the late miseries I felt by warre;
Worse by my Povertie renewéd are.
The Spoyle of Holie Things, Monasticke wealth,
Enrich his Coffers; Sacred Vtensils
Are made a prey, in this prodigious Stealth,
This Roiall-Sacriledge.—
Altars are not Exempt, nor the Preist, whiles
Hee at the Altar stands; what can suffice
A profane Tirant in his avarice?
Enrich his Coffers; Sacred Vtensils
Are made a prey, in this prodigious Stealth,
This Roiall-Sacriledge.—
Altars are not Exempt, nor the Preist, whiles
Hee at the Altar stands; what can suffice
A profane Tirant in his avarice?
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The Glorie, which to other Nations, I
Had long preserved, he ruin's, in his rage;
And fatts himselfe with ranke impietie,
Beyond Example; spares nor Sex, nor Age,
Where but his Will, or wrath doth him engage.
Shame! not alone to be, but to persist
A Profane, Profuse, Proud Polygamist.
Had long preserved, he ruin's, in his rage;
And fatts himselfe with ranke impietie,
Beyond Example; spares nor Sex, nor Age,
Where but his Will, or wrath doth him engage.
Shame! not alone to be, but to persist
A Profane, Profuse, Proud Polygamist.
Hee Dyes, and leaves my Crowne vnto his Son,
A Child, who dyes ere he to Age attaine.
Marie succeeds her Brother in the Throne;
Next her—oh speak't with Ioy!—for then began
My happines and peace, vnder the Raigne
Of blest Eliza. Sacred be that Name,
And deare for ever, to her Endles Fame.
A Child, who dyes ere he to Age attaine.
Marie succeeds her Brother in the Throne;
Next her—oh speak't with Ioy!—for then began
My happines and peace, vnder the Raigne
Of blest Eliza. Sacred be that Name,
And deare for ever, to her Endles Fame.
But, Muse, noe further; for these Times vnsuite,
Hide thy darke browes, for ever, in the Shade
Of Night; and let this Glorie strike thee mute.
Come now, Calliope, thou fairest Maide,
What I can Ioy, by thee let it be saide.
Begin then (dearest Muse,) and let there bee
Force in thy words, to Charme Posteritie.
Hide thy darke browes, for ever, in the Shade
Of Night; and let this Glorie strike thee mute.
Come now, Calliope, thou fairest Maide,
What I can Ioy, by thee let it be saide.
Begin then (dearest Muse,) and let there bee
Force in thy words, to Charme Posteritie.
Tell boldlie what I say; and let the Times
Take notice from thy writt, it was my voice.
Applye thy sluggard Qvill, and in thy Rhimes
Speake it, that I may see my selfe reioyce.
Hast to thy Paper; dictate on the wise
I shall declare; this Qveen's most glorious Raigne
Great Iames his Peace, to our now Charlemaine.
Take notice from thy writt, it was my voice.
Applye thy sluggard Qvill, and in thy Rhimes
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Hast to thy Paper; dictate on the wise
I shall declare; this Qveen's most glorious Raigne
Great Iames his Peace, to our now Charlemaine.
Elizabeth, (whose name is ever praise)
Gave Life to me; and from my gloomie Cell,
Called me to Glorie, in those Halcion Daies;
For I, a meagre wight, long time did dwell,
Disconsolate, soe as I dare not tell;
I in my selfe did carrie my owne Hell,
And greedie Vultures on my Liver dwell.
Gave Life to me; and from my gloomie Cell,
Called me to Glorie, in those Halcion Daies;
For I, a meagre wight, long time did dwell,
Disconsolate, soe as I dare not tell;
I in my selfe did carrie my owne Hell,
And greedie Vultures on my Liver dwell.
A Cave there is, where never Eye durst peepe,
Digged through the Stonie Entrails of a Rock;
Seemed Morpheus, or Pluto there might keepe:
The walls are Sootie, and the Light is Smoake;
Certaine, the very hell is not more blacke,
Nor can it have more Horror; reaking Steames
Of Sulphur vexe the Sence, but give noe flames.
Digged through the Stonie Entrails of a Rock;
Seemed Morpheus, or Pluto there might keepe:
The walls are Sootie, and the Light is Smoake;
Certaine, the very hell is not more blacke,
Nor can it have more Horror; reaking Steames
Of Sulphur vexe the Sence, but give noe flames.
For Light would give a Comfort, though of Fire;
They feeling more then paine of Fire, who dwell
Haples, within this mansion; and t' enquire
The number, vnto infinite would Swell.
Here Scrauling wretches, too, too bad to tell,
Endure a Torment; here blacke vipers feast
And glut themselves, from still-reneweing brest.
They feeling more then paine of Fire, who dwell
Haples, within this mansion; and t' enquire
The number, vnto infinite would Swell.
Here Scrauling wretches, too, too bad to tell,
Endure a Torment; here blacke vipers feast
And glut themselves, from still-reneweing brest.
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Here dwell the Furies; here the feigné Hags
May well be said; noe voice but horror sounds
Through the Darke vault; and yellings teare the Crags.
Here to old Sores inflicted are new wounds;
Enough, to say here Miserie abounds.
Here did I stay a Time, too long to say,
Buried in Shades of Night, past hope of Day.
May well be said; noe voice but horror sounds
Through the Darke vault; and yellings teare the Crags.
Here to old Sores inflicted are new wounds;
Enough, to say here Miserie abounds.
Here did I stay a Time, too long to say,
Buried in Shades of Night, past hope of Day.
But I forget this now, vived by the Beams
Of such a maiestie; and strive to tell
Her Raigne and Glories. Come, you boasted Dames,
Attend her State; for ever I could dwell
Vpon her vertues. But She did excell.
Bee that Enough; for not impaire I may,
And to dilate at full, I cannot Stay.
Of such a maiestie; and strive to tell
Her Raigne and Glories. Come, you boasted Dames,
Attend her State; for ever I could dwell
Vpon her vertues. But She did excell.
Bee that Enough; for not impaire I may,
And to dilate at full, I cannot Stay.
Yet let vs tell, (if words can reach the height
Which I aspire) the inimitable Sway
Of my awed Scepter; now all things delight
And blesse the Shine of such a happie day.
Nor Warre, nor bug-beare Rumor, did affray
Mee in her Raigne, to speake of; for I here,
Knowing soe great before, these lesse forbeare.
Which I aspire) the inimitable Sway
Of my awed Scepter; now all things delight
And blesse the Shine of such a happie day.
Nor Warre, nor bug-beare Rumor, did affray
Mee in her Raigne, to speake of; for I here,
Knowing soe great before, these lesse forbeare.
The Invincible Armado, Spaine's Device,
I hardlie name; that word of Eightie Eight,
And Yeare, I passe; the North Rebellion dyes,
And pettie Insurrections I not write.
Gnatts may as well be spoke with Eagles' flight;
These quick'ned with the Sun, grudge at his Shine,
Soe they, in Her too happie, did repine.
I hardlie name; that word of Eightie Eight,
And Yeare, I passe; the North Rebellion dyes,
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Gnatts may as well be spoke with Eagles' flight;
These quick'ned with the Sun, grudge at his Shine,
Soe they, in Her too happie, did repine.
Now pleasant verdure cloaths my fertile Meads;
And Sun-burnt Ceres crownes the Plowman's toyle;
The birth which from Iove's pregnant thigh proceeds
Boasts now his fulnes; all the Graces smile;
Latonae's Twins inhabit Earth the while;
Apolloe brings the Muses from their Spring,
And blest in Qviet, teach them better Sing.
And Sun-burnt Ceres crownes the Plowman's toyle;
The birth which from Iove's pregnant thigh proceeds
Boasts now his fulnes; all the Graces smile;
Latonae's Twins inhabit Earth the while;
Apolloe brings the Muses from their Spring,
And blest in Qviet, teach them better Sing.
As erst, Admetus' herd he did Attend,
Soe now he daigns to visit Earth againe;
And from his radiant Summit doth discend
To blesse the Peace. In like, the virgin traine,
Fearles, pursue the Chase, o're Hill, and Plaine;
Not dreading further harme, the rest come downe
To blesse the Peace and Glorie of her crowne.
Soe now he daigns to visit Earth againe;
And from his radiant Summit doth discend
To blesse the Peace. In like, the virgin traine,
Fearles, pursue the Chase, o're Hill, and Plaine;
Not dreading further harme, the rest come downe
To blesse the Peace and Glorie of her crowne.
The Swains may safelie pipe, and safelie Sing
May now the Muses, in my vnknowne shades;
They now inhabite Thames, and leave the Spring
They wont to hallow; here my harmeles Lads
Applye their Skill; whilst all the pleasant glades
Frequented are; and all the Swans of Thame
Resound full glories to Elizae's Name.
May now the Muses, in my vnknowne shades;
They now inhabite Thames, and leave the Spring
They wont to hallow; here my harmeles Lads
Applye their Skill; whilst all the pleasant glades
Frequented are; and all the Swans of Thame
Resound full glories to Elizae's Name.
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Nor could imperiall Tiber ever boast
A nobler Store, as when her Still-great Lord
Snaffled the well-rid world. Had all ben lost
Of Rome, or what the Witts of Greece afford;
This Age had ben Enough, Enough t' have stored
Time bankrupt; to Set up and raise a Pile,
Bright as the brow of honour, to this Ile.
A nobler Store, as when her Still-great Lord
Snaffled the well-rid world. Had all ben lost
Of Rome, or what the Witts of Greece afford;
This Age had ben Enough, Enough t' have stored
Time bankrupt; to Set up and raise a Pile,
Bright as the brow of honour, to this Ile.
My vnfrequented Groves, (where but of late,
Foxes and Weasles haunted,) where the owle
And yelling Screitch, (full of portent and Fate)
Late kept; where wolves and hungrie dogs did houle;
(Where Night, and dismall Horror erst did Scoule,)
Are now the places of delight and Sport;
Thither the Muses and the Lads resort.
Foxes and Weasles haunted,) where the owle
And yelling Screitch, (full of portent and Fate)
Late kept; where wolves and hungrie dogs did houle;
(Where Night, and dismall Horror erst did Scoule,)
Are now the places of delight and Sport;
Thither the Muses and the Lads resort.
Foxes are banisht thence; nor harmfull beast,
Nor Beast at all, our feilds doe now frequent,
Vnless some nimble Squirrel; or the rest
Of them doe vse, which wee call innocent;
The fearfull Hare, Embleme of Discontent;
The well-clad Cunnie, and the harmles Sheepe,
Here graze; and in full flocks the Hills doe keepe.
Nor Beast at all, our feilds doe now frequent,
Vnless some nimble Squirrel; or the rest
Of them doe vse, which wee call innocent;
The fearfull Hare, Embleme of Discontent;
The well-clad Cunnie, and the harmles Sheepe,
Here graze; and in full flocks the Hills doe keepe.
These on the Downs; birds cherup in the woods,
And mingle Notes, all Ears of force t' entice:
The Tritons Ioy and sport vpon my floods;
All things now Ioy; and Each new Ioy devise,
This happie time, with me to solemnize.
Each did express their best; but mine the Summe
Nigh over-prest my Spirits, and strucke me Dumb.
And mingle Notes, all Ears of force t' entice:
The Tritons Ioy and sport vpon my floods;
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This happie time, with me to solemnize.
Each did express their best; but mine the Summe
Nigh over-prest my Spirits, and strucke me Dumb.
For what I tell thee, thinke is but the least
Of what I would; nor can I hope to tell
Such Glories, as can never be exprest:
'Bove vtterance, fitts Admiration well;
Which more I Strive, but yet I could not Dwell
In Silence ever: noe, the world shall see,
Although my weaknes, yet my Pietie.
Of what I would; nor can I hope to tell
Such Glories, as can never be exprest:
'Bove vtterance, fitts Admiration well;
Which more I Strive, but yet I could not Dwell
In Silence ever: noe, the world shall see,
Although my weaknes, yet my Pietie.
But now containe thy Passion, oh, my spright!
Now gaze wee to the North, and Expect thence
A glorious Sun; whose heat and spreading Light
Qvickens my drooping Head; but oh, my Sence,
Be not transported in the Confluence
Of Ioyes; this Time be regist'red by Fame,
Happie to me, and Sacred to his Name.
Now gaze wee to the North, and Expect thence
A glorious Sun; whose heat and spreading Light
Qvickens my drooping Head; but oh, my Sence,
Be not transported in the Confluence
Of Ioyes; this Time be regist'red by Fame,
Happie to me, and Sacred to his Name.
Sing then, Caliope, (above the Skye)
His name, Oh sing! here blessed vnion springs;
Here comes (admire) the peacefull Maiestie,
Ioyning, what governed was by severall Kings.
Treat then of him, and passe by Lower things;
Here Warre and foule Dissentions, were forgott,
'Twixt vs twin-Sisters, English and the Scott.
His name, Oh sing! here blessed vnion springs;
Here comes (admire) the peacefull Maiestie,
Ioyning, what governed was by severall Kings.
Treat then of him, and passe by Lower things;
Here Warre and foule Dissentions, were forgott,
'Twixt vs twin-Sisters, English and the Scott.
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Invested with the Royall Diadem,
What Acclamations and what Shouts of Ioy
Flye through the Ayre, with Glorie to his Name!
How are they full? Yet (ah!) how niggardlye
To his Desert, such wasting praises flye!
What should be writ in Brasse, is lost in Ayre;
But when that falls, the world shall find him there.
What Acclamations and what Shouts of Ioy
Flye through the Ayre, with Glorie to his Name!
How are they full? Yet (ah!) how niggardlye
To his Desert, such wasting praises flye!
What should be writ in Brasse, is lost in Ayre;
But when that falls, the world shall find him there.
To looke into my selfe, and see of old,
The miserable State; my tears and blood,
My dangers and my fears; I cannot chuse
But blesse the Times, vnder a King, how good!
Our Dayes are Crowned with Peace; and Plentie's flood
Runs high within me. Sacred ever be
The Mem'rie of this King; thrice happie Hee.
The miserable State; my tears and blood,
My dangers and my fears; I cannot chuse
But blesse the Times, vnder a King, how good!
Our Dayes are Crowned with Peace; and Plentie's flood
Runs high within me. Sacred ever be
The Mem'rie of this King; thrice happie Hee.
His happie Raigne, his long and happie Raigne,
To give in the particulars, as now,
Time not allowes: suffice it, he did gaine
The Crowne in Peace, and wore it on his brow,
Without or Shocke or Change; oh! blesséd thou,
Great Iames, for ever! which, what fire nor Sword
Could ever win, doest in thy raigne accord.
To give in the particulars, as now,
Time not allowes: suffice it, he did gaine
The Crowne in Peace, and wore it on his brow,
Without or Shocke or Change; oh! blesséd thou,
Great Iames, for ever! which, what fire nor Sword
Could ever win, doest in thy raigne accord.
The Muses all are dumbe; nor can they Sing,
Soe farre by him excell'd in their owne Skill:
But I mistake! see they Attend their King.
What Palseye hand doth not employ his Qvill?
Apollo thus vpon the Sacred Hill
Inspires the Muses; 'Tis not everie Daye,
Nor in an Age, that Phœbus daignes to Playe.
Soe farre by him excell'd in their owne Skill:
But I mistake! see they Attend their King.
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Apollo thus vpon the Sacred Hill
Inspires the Muses; 'Tis not everie Daye,
Nor in an Age, that Phœbus daignes to Playe.
My frozen witts, who late but felt the heat
Of Phebus, where the Muses scarce were knowne,
Enlivened by a Splendor far more great,
Have vnused Raptures; nor was ever Showne
Then now, a greater store; and Fame hath blowne
Them 'bout the world, for ever to remaine
The ornament of Peacefull Iames his Raigne.
Of Phebus, where the Muses scarce were knowne,
Enlivened by a Splendor far more great,
Have vnused Raptures; nor was ever Showne
Then now, a greater store; and Fame hath blowne
Them 'bout the world, for ever to remaine
The ornament of Peacefull Iames his Raigne.
More then Augustus, Patron to a Muse,
A Muse thy Selfe; or rather the Apollo,
Whence springs all Science; whose prolificke deawes
Doth the drye braines of other Poets Hallow;
Thy selfe the gvide, who will not Ioy to follow?
Let Poets tell of Phebus, but to thee
Time shall record the fire of Poesie.
A Muse thy Selfe; or rather the Apollo,
Whence springs all Science; whose prolificke deawes
Doth the drye braines of other Poets Hallow;
Thy selfe the gvide, who will not Ioy to follow?
Let Poets tell of Phebus, but to thee
Time shall record the fire of Poesie.
What have I said? or nothing have I said?
How doe my Ioyes distract my feeble Sence?
Soe, to the Ocean pettie Runnels glide,
And loose themselves. Recall thy footings thence,
Wander not in Darke waies! For what pretence
Have I in this? or what can excuse seeme?
Not fitt to trifle in soe high a Theame.
How doe my Ioyes distract my feeble Sence?
Soe, to the Ocean pettie Runnels glide,
And loose themselves. Recall thy footings thence,
Wander not in Darke waies! For what pretence
Have I in this? or what can excuse seeme?
Not fitt to trifle in soe high a Theame.
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What Either askes an Age, in thee doth Shine;
A King and Poet; here, the powerfull Gods
Iove and Apollo, ioyntlie doe combine,
And Strive a victorie; the doubtfull odds
Resolve (my Muse): but 'tis above our road;
Equallie give him thus; as Fame shall Sing
A Peerles Poet and a Perfect King.
A King and Poet; here, the powerfull Gods
Iove and Apollo, ioyntlie doe combine,
And Strive a victorie; the doubtfull odds
Resolve (my Muse): but 'tis above our road;
Equallie give him thus; as Fame shall Sing
A Peerles Poet and a Perfect King.
A Peerles Poet and a Perfect King;
Fat'ning my feilds, with Qviet of thy Raigne;
How shall I pay my Zeale; how shall I sing
My gratitude? that in the smallest, can
Be seen thy Glories? Sacred Spirit! daigne
T' accept these Accents, as the humble Test
Of what I owe, but cannot be exprest.
Fat'ning my feilds, with Qviet of thy Raigne;
How shall I pay my Zeale; how shall I sing
My gratitude? that in the smallest, can
Be seen thy Glories? Sacred Spirit! daigne
T' accept these Accents, as the humble Test
Of what I owe, but cannot be exprest.
How shall I thinke the Word, which I must Say?
Pronounce it not (my Muse,) ah, can he dye?
With him, might I for ever fall away:
Never can I hope such Felicitie.
Must he needs Dye? Oh terrible Decree!
Inexorable Fates! See, now hee falls,
Whilst I attend, to rue the Funeralls.
Pronounce it not (my Muse,) ah, can he dye?
With him, might I for ever fall away:
Never can I hope such Felicitie.
Must he needs Dye? Oh terrible Decree!
Inexorable Fates! See, now hee falls,
Whilst I attend, to rue the Funeralls.
Rest, Happie Soule, in Peace, and now Enioye
Thy better Crowne of Glorie, and amid
Troupes of triumphing Angels, ever Ioy:
Whilest treeble Wreaths of Glorie on thy Head,
Give lasting Splendour; Soe thou art not Dead;
But in a better State dost raigne and Live,
Whose Life in me, a Life to me, did give.
Thy better Crowne of Glorie, and amid
Troupes of triumphing Angels, ever Ioy:
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Give lasting Splendour; Soe thou art not Dead;
But in a better State dost raigne and Live,
Whose Life in me, a Life to me, did give.
But Stay! my too much Passion; how farre
Vnbounded, would'st thou ramble? See, oh see,
How I have erred? Looke vp (to stay thy feare)
Vpon the Beams of sacred maiestie;
What! art strucke blind, my Sence? This, this is Hee
(Sprung from that glorious Stemme) shall bee to mee
Cheife ornament to all Posteritie.
Vnbounded, would'st thou ramble? See, oh see,
How I have erred? Looke vp (to stay thy feare)
Vpon the Beams of sacred maiestie;
What! art strucke blind, my Sence? This, this is Hee
(Sprung from that glorious Stemme) shall bee to mee
Cheife ornament to all Posteritie.
Straine here, Caliope, a louder Note
Then has bene heard; bring all the Sacred Qvire
Of Muses hither; and let everie throte
Resound the praise of what I most admire:
Here goe beyond your Selves; oh, Sing him higher,
That all the Earth may stand amazed to heare it;
Yet, (oh) how short will this fall to His Merit.
Then has bene heard; bring all the Sacred Qvire
Of Muses hither; and let everie throte
Resound the praise of what I most admire:
Here goe beyond your Selves; oh, Sing him higher,
That all the Earth may stand amazed to heare it;
Yet, (oh) how short will this fall to His Merit.
And now the Glorie tell; for this I came
From my Aboade; to give my Pietie,
And pay due homage to his sacred Name;
That Sacred Name, in which, Posteritie
Shall read all vertues ioyned with Maiestie.
More then I could expect what heaven could give;
Blest in the Raigne of Charles, I ioy and Live.
From my Aboade; to give my Pietie,
And pay due homage to his sacred Name;
That Sacred Name, in which, Posteritie
Shall read all vertues ioyned with Maiestie.
More then I could expect what heaven could give;
Blest in the Raigne of Charles, I ioy and Live.
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Doe I not now enioy the All I have
From thee, and in thee? What in mee but Thine?
'Tis but a Due to owe't to him who gave;
Which with a willingness I doe resigne;
Nor breath's within mee hee that will repine:
Can Murmure dwell within Mee? Noe, I fall
Before thy feet, and tender here my All.
From thee, and in thee? What in mee but Thine?
'Tis but a Due to owe't to him who gave;
Which with a willingness I doe resigne;
Nor breath's within mee hee that will repine:
Can Murmure dwell within Mee? Noe, I fall
Before thy feet, and tender here my All.
Oh, can Hee tread vpon the Earth, that Man
Who grudgeth at thy Pleasure? Might Hee be
Vnworthy of this Ayre; ever remaine
In some darke Desart; and noe Memorie
Bee knowne of Him, but breathing Infamie;
There let him be forgot. But why should I
Make a Surmise of what can never bee?
Who grudgeth at thy Pleasure? Might Hee be
Vnworthy of this Ayre; ever remaine
In some darke Desart; and noe Memorie
Bee knowne of Him, but breathing Infamie;
There let him be forgot. But why should I
Make a Surmise of what can never bee?
But (ah) too well I see, what I now feare;
See, how the Male-contents doe Mutinie;
A worthles Broode, they not my Children are;
How they dislike the rule of Maiestie?
And mutter Treason, and thinke villanie
Against their Prince? Oh, be it vnto them
Confusion, and Dye in their owne Shame.
See, how the Male-contents doe Mutinie;
A worthles Broode, they not my Children are;
How they dislike the rule of Maiestie?
And mutter Treason, and thinke villanie
Against their Prince? Oh, be it vnto them
Confusion, and Dye in their owne Shame.
Degenerate Issue, borne to be my Shame;
Why doe you murmure, 'gainst your Lawfull Prince?
Why doe you seeke (Dishonour to your Name)
My Ruine? you, who should be my Defence.
Yet fall, and beg a Pardon for offence;
Come to your Selves (your Mother calls) and be
Subiects to Him, and Children vnto mee.
Why doe you murmure, 'gainst your Lawfull Prince?
Why doe you seeke (Dishonour to your Name)
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Yet fall, and beg a Pardon for offence;
Come to your Selves (your Mother calls) and be
Subiects to Him, and Children vnto mee.
Leig-men to him, and Children vnto Mee,
Who am but His: be His, and you are mine;
'Tis not at all to Say, in Pietie
Wee are bound, with the Common-wealth to ioyne;
'Tis a pretence, ridiculous and vaine.
Can it implye a Common Safetie, where
Power and Maiestie neglected are?
Who am but His: be His, and you are mine;
'Tis not at all to Say, in Pietie
Wee are bound, with the Common-wealth to ioyne;
'Tis a pretence, ridiculous and vaine.
Can it implye a Common Safetie, where
Power and Maiestie neglected are?
I am that Common-wealth you seeme t' adore,
'Tis true I am your Mother, and from you
May challenge your Endeavours; and the Power
You all can vse, fall but in me as Due;
But no Glorie can vnto me Accrue
From Seperations; be ashamed to tell,
What's 'gainst the King, is for the Common-weale.
'Tis true I am your Mother, and from you
May challenge your Endeavours; and the Power
You all can vse, fall but in me as Due;
But no Glorie can vnto me Accrue
From Seperations; be ashamed to tell,
What's 'gainst the King, is for the Common-weale.
Noe! what you have is mine, 'tis true; but what
I am, or can be, I must pay the King;
Hee is my Gvide: Why should I derogate
From my owne right? 'Tis noe Discoursive thing,
High Maiestie; but vnder heaven doth bring
An awe, and more; a distant Reverence,
Beyond dispute claiming obedience.
I am, or can be, I must pay the King;
Hee is my Gvide: Why should I derogate
From my owne right? 'Tis noe Discoursive thing,
High Maiestie; but vnder heaven doth bring
An awe, and more; a distant Reverence,
Beyond dispute claiming obedience.
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Fitts it with you? everie low, private Man,
To looke into the Prince, and his Designes?
Must Kings fall to Examination?
I greive to thinke it; certaine you would Clime
(Which you can nere) to heaven; and the devine
All-potent Godhead Qvestion. Sacred be,
Vnder that Power, the Power of Maiestie.
To looke into the Prince, and his Designes?
Must Kings fall to Examination?
I greive to thinke it; certaine you would Clime
(Which you can nere) to heaven; and the devine
All-potent Godhead Qvestion. Sacred be,
Vnder that Power, the Power of Maiestie.
Can you with Common Thoughts, soe much as Touch
The hemme of Maiestie? or would you Looke
Vpon that Splendour with or frowne or grutch?
Correct the Impietie; Kings doe not brooke
Such neernes; and to all Times they have bene spoke
Sacred. Oh, Touch him not, nor looke vpon
The Royall Throne, but with Devotion.
The hemme of Maiestie? or would you Looke
Vpon that Splendour with or frowne or grutch?
Correct the Impietie; Kings doe not brooke
Such neernes; and to all Times they have bene spoke
Sacred. Oh, Touch him not, nor looke vpon
The Royall Throne, but with Devotion.
Could I expresse my Zeale to maiestie,
Or could I here the Power of Princes tell!
But neither can I: Sacred Roialtie
Can know noe Limits, neither can my Zeale.
Hee is my King; I am his Common-weale,
Subiects to him; whilest from his Princelie Brest
Commands are knowne, obedience fitts me best.
Or could I here the Power of Princes tell!
But neither can I: Sacred Roialtie
Can know noe Limits, neither can my Zeale.
Hee is my King; I am his Common-weale,
Subiects to him; whilest from his Princelie Brest
Commands are knowne, obedience fitts me best.
But take, in leiw, these Accents, whilst I here
Give some advice to my Rebellious Sons
And thy more glorie. Make their Shame appeare
Who (with profane thoughts) dare aspire at Thrones.
Come (though my Children) yet, you luckles ones;
Heare mee (your Mother) who doe thus Convince
Your haughtie Spirrits, too medling with your Prince.
Give some advice to my Rebellious Sons
And thy more glorie. Make their Shame appeare
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Come (though my Children) yet, you luckles ones;
Heare mee (your Mother) who doe thus Convince
Your haughtie Spirrits, too medling with your Prince.
What have I said before, of former Ages?
The miseries which then I sufferéd.
Peace knew noe dwelling here: the manie Stages
Which then I saw of blood are regist'red.
See to those times; how full of feare and dread
They livéd then; and see your now Estate:
Then may your selves condemne your selves ingrate.
The miseries which then I sufferéd.
Peace knew noe dwelling here: the manie Stages
Which then I saw of blood are regist'red.
See to those times; how full of feare and dread
They livéd then; and see your now Estate:
Then may your selves condemne your selves ingrate.
But not soe farre I draw you; instant Times
Are better Light. Let but awhile your Eye,
Leave your owne homes, and looke on neighbour Climes.
Looke now vpon my Sister Germanie;
The Seat of Warre, the Scite of Miserie;
See the rent Eagle, and looke backe againe,
To your owne qviet home, and blesse the Raigne.
Are better Light. Let but awhile your Eye,
Leave your owne homes, and looke on neighbour Climes.
Looke now vpon my Sister Germanie;
The Seat of Warre, the Scite of Miserie;
See the rent Eagle, and looke backe againe,
To your owne qviet home, and blesse the Raigne.
See into France; See all the world in broyle;
And then examine trulie how you are.
Certaine, you cannot but with Feare recoyle
At what you mutter'd; but how sweet is warre
To giddie Faction! and all Change how deare!
Leave such an obstinacie; and recollect
Better, your selves, to see, what you neglect.
And then examine trulie how you are.
Certaine, you cannot but with Feare recoyle
At what you mutter'd; but how sweet is warre
To giddie Faction! and all Change how deare!
Leave such an obstinacie; and recollect
Better, your selves, to see, what you neglect.
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See, here at home, the numerous Confluence
(If not too much) of People; but to you
What neede I speake, thus much? Doth not from hence
The world take wonder? and admire, to veiwe
What Happines, noe Nation ever knew?
See, how they fixe; yet you, nor recke nor See,
The Good y' enioy, vnder Such Maiestie.
(If not too much) of People; but to you
What neede I speake, thus much? Doth not from hence
The world take wonder? and admire, to veiwe
What Happines, noe Nation ever knew?
See, how they fixe; yet you, nor recke nor See,
The Good y' enioy, vnder Such Maiestie.
See there the Spoiles, the ruines read of warre;
What Wasts appeare! See, Banners broad displaied;
See slaughtered Men; See townes in Smoke and ffire;
Revenge and wrath, See there in Scarlet clad;
See, the distracted Dwellers, how appaied;
See, all the World, with noise and warre, how hott;
Looke if not wilfull blind, and fixe on that.
What Wasts appeare! See, Banners broad displaied;
See slaughtered Men; See townes in Smoke and ffire;
Revenge and wrath, See there in Scarlet clad;
See, the distracted Dwellers, how appaied;
See, all the World, with noise and warre, how hott;
Looke if not wilfull blind, and fixe on that.
When you Enioy, at home, (or may at lest)
Peace, Heaven's great Blessing, and what else content
The World can give; with Plentie crowned and blest;
Safelie you live within me; and frequent,
Without all Dread, what way your wills are bent.
Turne in your Squinted Eyes, and Seriouslie
Learne how to prize the blessing you enioye.
Peace, Heaven's great Blessing, and what else content
The World can give; with Plentie crowned and blest;
Safelie you live within me; and frequent,
Without all Dread, what way your wills are bent.
Turne in your Squinted Eyes, and Seriouslie
Learne how to prize the blessing you enioye.
Looke, looke on me, your Mother, and Behold
My Beauties; Looke with an impartiall Eye;
See now my Glories, see my Greifes of old;
Compare, and see your Cleare Tranquillitie,
Vnder the Rule of this great Maiestie.
Happie 'bove Hope; for what of miserie
You thinke, 'tis in your Selves; the State is free.
My Beauties; Looke with an impartiall Eye;
See now my Glories, see my Greifes of old;
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Vnder the Rule of this great Maiestie.
Happie 'bove Hope; for what of miserie
You thinke, 'tis in your Selves; the State is free.
And can you be too gratefull for this Peace,
My blinded brood? For had you to your King
A Tirant, (as you now have nothing lesse)
What's yours? or you your Selves but vnder him?
Bee wise in Time; lest, happilie, you bring
Your owne feare's Truth, and your Endevours fall:
A Presse, to grinde the Interests of All.
My blinded brood? For had you to your King
A Tirant, (as you now have nothing lesse)
What's yours? or you your Selves but vnder him?
Bee wise in Time; lest, happilie, you bring
Your owne feare's Truth, and your Endevours fall:
A Presse, to grinde the Interests of All.
But you who live blest vnder such a King,
As Time could never glorie, and yet strive
To Curbe his Easie claimes; what shall I bring
To blush you into Shame? Doe not deceive
Your selves, to fancie freedom. You may live
To wonder at your Selves; for certainlie,
Contingencies but make Necessitie.
As Time could never glorie, and yet strive
To Curbe his Easie claimes; what shall I bring
To blush you into Shame? Doe not deceive
Your selves, to fancie freedom. You may live
To wonder at your Selves; for certainlie,
Contingencies but make Necessitie.
And this must be; I only can lament
The Disobedience of my Rebell Sons;
Never was yet soe blest a government
To silence Envie; and the venomed tongves
Of Malice cannot want Detractions
To blast on purest vertues; 'Tis the Fate
Attending Government, and everie State.
The Disobedience of my Rebell Sons;
Never was yet soe blest a government
To silence Envie; and the venomed tongves
Of Malice cannot want Detractions
To blast on purest vertues; 'Tis the Fate
Attending Government, and everie State.
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But Eagles doe not recke the Wren's weake flight,
Nor doe they feare the hummering of Gnats;
Soe these, vnworthy are to stand in sight,
These abiect Spirrits, these Degenerates;
With the high Name, which Iustly gvides my State.
Long may he soe, to the full Admiration
Of all the world, and good of his owne Nation.
Nor doe they feare the hummering of Gnats;
Soe these, vnworthy are to stand in sight,
These abiect Spirrits, these Degenerates;
With the high Name, which Iustly gvides my State.
Long may he soe, to the full Admiration
Of all the world, and good of his owne Nation.
Let me not run too fast, and be ingrate,
While I rebuke them; Come, Caliope,
Take thy firme Qvill, and write. Never too late
Can wee Endeavour this; though never be
Expressive there. Yet to Posteritie,
Tokens of Zeale may in these words appeare:
Oh, be they forcive, as they Zealous are.
While I rebuke them; Come, Caliope,
Take thy firme Qvill, and write. Never too late
Can wee Endeavour this; though never be
Expressive there. Yet to Posteritie,
Tokens of Zeale may in these words appeare:
Oh, be they forcive, as they Zealous are.
Come Poets hither; you who best can sing,
Why labour you Inventions? when you may
Know all perfection, in your gracious King.
Leave far-fet fiction, and in truth display
A vertue, 'bove what Fancie e're could say.
Goe here, beyond your selves; let Poesie here
'Bove Fiction, in a higher Truth appeare.
Why labour you Inventions? when you may
Know all perfection, in your gracious King.
Leave far-fet fiction, and in truth display
A vertue, 'bove what Fancie e're could say.
Goe here, beyond your selves; let Poesie here
'Bove Fiction, in a higher Truth appeare.
You, who would Limne out vertues, and Expresse
(With all your Art) Ideaes, which but give
Weake Lights of Patterne; though you seeke to dress
With height of Skill, your fancyes, you may strive
In this, to render Iustice; and Derive
(To give it Lustre) what in Art you may,
Or gleane from what Antiquitie can say.
(With all your Art) Ideaes, which but give
Weake Lights of Patterne; though you seeke to dress
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In this, to render Iustice; and Derive
(To give it Lustre) what in Art you may,
Or gleane from what Antiquitie can say.
Here, you would Fortitude, there, Prudence strive;
In this, you would discover Clemencie;
Soe of the rest; for Poets onlie give
Crowne and perfection (where they best agree)
To vertues; and but give 'em severallie,
Single in the perfection: for wee read
But one Pandora, full accomplishéd.
In this, you would discover Clemencie;
Soe of the rest; for Poets onlie give
Crowne and perfection (where they best agree)
To vertues; and but give 'em severallie,
Single in the perfection: for wee read
But one Pandora, full accomplishéd.
Loe, how you trifle here, and give sometimes
But weakly, what you would, with greater Ease
(And greater Honour, to your happie Rhimes;)
Read 'em all ioynéd in his Princelie Face;
And what you see there, strive in all t' expresse;
Soe may you Sing to After times, the Glorie
Of all Perfection in his sacred Storie.
But weakly, what you would, with greater Ease
(And greater Honour, to your happie Rhimes;)
Read 'em all ioynéd in his Princelie Face;
And what you see there, strive in all t' expresse;
Soe may you Sing to After times, the Glorie
Of all Perfection in his sacred Storie.
You, who advance Deade Kings and Potentates;
Who breath, in loftie Numbers, Death and Warre;
Or you, who tell the Pompe of Antique States;
Correct, and bring your verse, with ioy and feare;
To vtter Truth of him; which shall appeare
More worthy praise, vnto Succeeding Ages,
Then your proud heights, or all your bloodie Pages.
Who breath, in loftie Numbers, Death and Warre;
Or you, who tell the Pompe of Antique States;
Correct, and bring your verse, with ioy and feare;
To vtter Truth of him; which shall appeare
More worthy praise, vnto Succeeding Ages,
Then your proud heights, or all your bloodie Pages.
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For here the Muses' ioy, the Hill of Peace,
Is the Pernassus; and the faméd well
Of Helicon, cheiflie in Safetie is.
Soe best, the Muses may be said, to dwell
In the Hesperides,—this happie Ile;
Hence light a Flame, that all your Nephews may
Admire the Glorie of this happie Daye.
Is the Pernassus; and the faméd well
Of Helicon, cheiflie in Safetie is.
Soe best, the Muses may be said, to dwell
In the Hesperides,—this happie Ile;
Hence light a Flame, that all your Nephews may
Admire the Glorie of this happie Daye.
From him proceeds, what ever you can boast;
Soe sing him ever; the Encouragement
And onlie Life, to what had else bin lost;
Pay then to him (your Hope, your ornament;)
What you can give; and may you still frequent
(While Time shall be) my feilds; that I may know
The Peace for ever which I glorie now.
Soe sing him ever; the Encouragement
And onlie Life, to what had else bin lost;
Pay then to him (your Hope, your ornament;)
What you can give; and may you still frequent
(While Time shall be) my feilds; that I may know
The Peace for ever which I glorie now.
Sing the French Lillies, in the English Crowne,
To future Times: as faire, as I now see't:
And now (the while) prostrate, vpon the ground,
Your Skill, and humblie kisse her sacred Feet;
The Royall Mother of the Hopes I greet;
Fixe there, with admiration, and Survay
Perfections more then you can ever Say.
To future Times: as faire, as I now see't:
And now (the while) prostrate, vpon the ground,
Your Skill, and humblie kisse her sacred Feet;
The Royall Mother of the Hopes I greet;
Fixe there, with admiration, and Survay
Perfections more then you can ever Say.
Here move the Graces, in their proper Spheres;
High Iuno gives attendance on her State;
See, Hebe smiles; Each Goddes now appears,
Officious; Pallas and Dice, wait
On her Designes; but this, may fall too late;
She shall appeare best spoken in her Name;
A name for ever Sacred vnto Fame.
High Iuno gives attendance on her State;
See, Hebe smiles; Each Goddes now appears,
Officious; Pallas and Dice, wait
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She shall appeare best spoken in her Name;
A name for ever Sacred vnto Fame.
Here see, in All, my more then happines;
For this, I came to visit Earth once more;
To see my Beauties, and the Authors blesse,
Of a more Glorie then I knew before.
Heaven be Auspicious ever, I implore,
To the high Maiesties; and from them Spring
To lasting Ages, one Shall be my King.
For this, I came to visit Earth once more;
To see my Beauties, and the Authors blesse,
Of a more Glorie then I knew before.
Heaven be Auspicious ever, I implore,
To the high Maiesties; and from them Spring
To lasting Ages, one Shall be my King.
But let not this transport me; Minutes hast,
And I must to my home; else I could dwell
For ever here; but see, the Sun falls fast;
Record thou to the world, what now I tell;
Whilst I must leave thee, and goe to my Cell.
There fixe vpon these Glories; and admire
In Silence most, for words but more impaire.
And I must to my home; else I could dwell
For ever here; but see, the Sun falls fast;
Record thou to the world, what now I tell;
Whilst I must leave thee, and goe to my Cell.
There fixe vpon these Glories; and admire
In Silence most, for words but more impaire.
And Soe she vanisht, ere I well could know
That She was gon; whither noe Eye could See;
Peace still Attend her; and suffice it now,
I have obeyed the Chardge imposed on me.
Here shade I then my Browes; and Solace thee,
My Muse, in the fresh Grove; and Fame shall Sing
In Louder straine, the Glories of my King.
That She was gon; whither noe Eye could See;
Peace still Attend her; and suffice it now,
I have obeyed the Chardge imposed on me.
Here shade I then my Browes; and Solace thee,
My Muse, in the fresh Grove; and Fame shall Sing
In Louder straine, the Glories of my King.
The End.
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To the Reader of Doctor Brown's booke Entituled Pseudodoxia Epidemica.
If to delight and profit be of praise;Admire this Author; who hath manie waies
Oblig'd the world, in Eyther. Would you see
Error vnveil'd, by a Strict Scrutinie?
Would you know, probablye, the Causes hid
Of many Things in Nature? such as (bred
Vpon the Pillowe of Coniecture) were
Strangelie imposed, by Inquisition, Cleare?
Read ore this Booke. Or would you trifle out
Your Time, in some vnnecessarie Doubt?
Seeme wittye to discourse, of things vnknowne,
As in your Knowledge? Make this Booke your owne.
If a neat Stile or Langvage doe delight yee,
Fall gladlie to; nor let the Hard words fright yee.
Or, are you Serious? Would you faine behold
Man, first Deluded? And the manifold
Still-interposeing Clouds, blearing his Sight,
To looke at Truth, in her Eternall Light?
This be the Mirror. I have said Enough,
As my owne Relish to it, drawes Mee through;
What yet remains is All. But What is That?
Reade ore the Booke, and You may tell Mee, What.
Decembr: 11th 1.6.4.8. G. Daniel.
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