A Prophesie of Cadwallader, last King of the Britaines Containing a Comparison of the English Kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure Battels betweene the two Houses of Yorke and Lancanster. The Field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a Poeme to the yong Prince [by William Harbert] |
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A Poeme to the yong Prince.
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 | A Prophesie of Cadwallader, last King of the Britaines |  |
A Poeme to the yong Prince.
The lotted seruant to thy Infant age,
Thrice glorious issue of a gracious King,
Least that her twelue-monthes fearefull tapynage,
Ingratitude suspect to thee should bring,
Me, though vnworthy, chose thy prayse to sing.
Her mourning garments she hath cast aside,
And hopes ere long to entertaine her Bride.
Thrice glorious issue of a gracious King,
Least that her twelue-monthes fearefull tapynage,
Ingratitude suspect to thee should bring,
Me, though vnworthy, chose thy prayse to sing.
Her mourning garments she hath cast aside,
And hopes ere long to entertaine her Bride.
The Cleargie with the Barons borrowed light,
Is now obscured by thy transplendant shine:
The Rochet nor the Border hath no right
To rule, but that which doth from thee decline,
She ioyes and glories to be onely thine:
Shee deemes it honour, count it no dispraise
For thee with her to spend thy yonger dayes.
Is now obscured by thy transplendant shine:
The Rochet nor the Border hath no right
To rule, but that which doth from thee decline,
She ioyes and glories to be onely thine:
Shee deemes it honour, count it no dispraise
For thee with her to spend thy yonger dayes.
No matchles Machauil, nor Arietine,
Doth her plaine meaning breast with enuy breede,
Her wits do moderne seeme, and not diuine,
Loyall her loue though lowly is her weede,
A sympathie there is of word and deede:
Such as these are, in Wales thine eyes shall see,
Thousands that will both liue and dye with thee.
Doth her plaine meaning breast with enuy breede,
Her wits do moderne seeme, and not diuine,
Loyall her loue though lowly is her weede,
A sympathie there is of word and deede:
Such as these are, in Wales thine eyes shall see,
Thousands that will both liue and dye with thee.
O was she euer false, vntrue, vnkinde?
Since her obedience did augment thy stile?
Or since the parted Roses were combinde,
Did euer rebels blood her brest defile?
Or did she euer Englands hopes beguile?
Witnesse the world, and those that liue therein,
Her spotlesse soule did neuer taste that sin.
Since her obedience did augment thy stile?
Or since the parted Roses were combinde,
Did euer rebels blood her brest defile?
Or did she euer Englands hopes beguile?
Witnesse the world, and those that liue therein,
Her spotlesse soule did neuer taste that sin.
Search Truthes Records, not times illuding lines,
Then shall thy Princely thoughts and eyes be fed
With the strange wonders of those warlike times,
When thy great Gransyres made our channels red
With blood of those that on our shoares laie dead.
Teaching great Cæsar how to runne away,
That neuer knew to flye before that day.
Then shall thy Princely thoughts and eyes be fed
With the strange wonders of those warlike times,
When thy great Gransyres made our channels red
With blood of those that on our shoares laie dead.
Teaching great Cæsar how to runne away,
That neuer knew to flye before that day.
Ten yeares did Rome and all the world admire,
For all the world and Rome ten yeares did feare
The lusture of thy Bekons set on fire,
Great Odonisis King, Charactaker,
Whose endlesse worth my worthlesse Muse shall reare
To that bright Spheare where honor doth remaine,
She loues thee dead, thy life her loue did gaine.
For all the world and Rome ten yeares did feare
The lusture of thy Bekons set on fire,
Great Odonisis King, Charactaker,
Whose endlesse worth my worthlesse Muse shall reare
To that bright Spheare where honor doth remaine,
She loues thee dead, thy life her loue did gaine.
VVhat honor or what glory didst thou win
VVith the earthes strength to conquer but an Ile,
Maister of the worlds mistres, mightie King?
Only this grac'd the greatnes of thy stile,
Claudius with blood did not his hands defile.
This triumph Rome did thee as highly grace,
As when by Scipio Affrique conquered was.
VVith the earthes strength to conquer but an Ile,
Maister of the worlds mistres, mightie King?
Only this grac'd the greatnes of thy stile,
Claudius with blood did not his hands defile.
This triumph Rome did thee as highly grace,
As when by Scipio Affrique conquered was.
How many Legions Cæsar didst thou send?
How many Consuls did returne of thine,
VVhich sought what others marr'd, by warres to mend?
How many Emperours Britaine did repine,
To see thy honor rise, their praise decline.
Let Tacitus vnto the world declare,
No land saue Rome might with this land compare.
How many Consuls did returne of thine,
VVhich sought what others marr'd, by warres to mend?
How many Emperours Britaine did repine,
To see thy honor rise, their praise decline.
Let Tacitus vnto the world declare,
No land saue Rome might with this land compare.
I know yong Prince, and am agreeu'd to see
The leeuy'd lookes of squint-eyde Theonyn:
Who saies this fault is proper vnto mee,
To iudge all others base our selues diuine,
No enuious Momist tis no fault of mine:
That some are so, I must confesse tis true,
All are not bad of vs, nor good of you.
The leeuy'd lookes of squint-eyde Theonyn:
Who saies this fault is proper vnto mee,
To iudge all others base our selues diuine,
No enuious Momist tis no fault of mine:
That some are so, I must confesse tis true,
All are not bad of vs, nor good of you.
The mellow fields haue tares as well as corne,
And thistles grow amidst the greenest grasse:
An Anacharse in Tartary was borne,
Vertue and vice do meete in euery place,
Clodius in Rome as well as Milo was.
Both good and bad in euery land we see,
And so are you if of a land ye bee.
And thistles grow amidst the greenest grasse:
An Anacharse in Tartary was borne,
Vertue and vice do meete in euery place,
Clodius in Rome as well as Milo was.
Both good and bad in euery land we see,
And so are you if of a land ye bee.
Curbe the malignant pride of enuies rage,
And checke the stubborne stomackes of disdaine,
These penny Poets of our brazen stage
Which alwayes wish, O let them wish in vaine,
VVith Rossius gate thy gouernment to staine,
Make them more milde, or be thou more austere,
Tis veretue, vnto vice to be seuere.
And checke the stubborne stomackes of disdaine,
These penny Poets of our brazen stage
Which alwayes wish, O let them wish in vaine,
VVith Rossius gate thy gouernment to staine,
Make them more milde, or be thou more austere,
Tis veretue, vnto vice to be seuere.
I speake not this vnto the learned wise,
For them I loue, because the truth they loue:
Tis the bleard iudgement of seditious eyes,
That doth my muse and my affection moue,
A most vnwilling Satirist to proue:
Nature hath made me milde, but these hard men
Turn'd my soft quill into a brazen pen.
For them I loue, because the truth they loue:
Tis the bleard iudgement of seditious eyes,
That doth my muse and my affection moue,
A most vnwilling Satirist to proue:
Nature hath made me milde, but these hard men
Turn'd my soft quill into a brazen pen.
Play not the Satyr peace affecting muse.
I doubt not but their conscience will prouoke
These Lucilists their follies to refuse,
And make them soft, though they were hard as oke,
Conscience makes bad men good, so wise men spoke
I leaue them to their spurres, my muse shall flye
Vnto that Sphere where enuy dares not prye.
I doubt not but their conscience will prouoke
These Lucilists their follies to refuse,
And make them soft, though they were hard as oke,
Conscience makes bad men good, so wise men spoke
I leaue them to their spurres, my muse shall flye
Vnto that Sphere where enuy dares not prye.
Vnto that Sphere whose circuit doth containe
The neuer spotted essence of his soule,
Whose sacred intellect no worldly staine
Could with desires rebelling aide controule:
This guilded Sphere is like a golden boule,
Which many lesser mazers doth containe,
So many vertues in this one do raigne.
The neuer spotted essence of his soule,
Whose sacred intellect no worldly staine
Could with desires rebelling aide controule:
This guilded Sphere is like a golden boule,
Which many lesser mazers doth containe,
So many vertues in this one do raigne.
Why parriall nature stepdame to my birth,
Ye mixed elements affections slaues,
VVhy did ye frame this vessell but of earth?
An equall matter to the dead mens graues,
And ioynd thereto a spirt like the waues:
Low as the earth although my Genius be,
Yet doth it touch skye threatning Maiestie.
Ye mixed elements affections slaues,
VVhy did ye frame this vessell but of earth?
An equall matter to the dead mens graues,
And ioynd thereto a spirt like the waues:
Low as the earth although my Genius be,
Yet doth it touch skye threatning Maiestie.
O were my wit but equall to my will,
VVere I as wise as I am ignorant,
Here were a place that would deserue my skill,
Had I as great experience as I want,
Then would I in a booke of Adamant,
And Inke compoz'd by water made of golde,
VVith pens of Diamond thy prayse vnfolde.
VVere I as wise as I am ignorant,
Here were a place that would deserue my skill,
Had I as great experience as I want,
Then would I in a booke of Adamant,
And Inke compoz'd by water made of golde,
VVith pens of Diamond thy prayse vnfolde.
Let Iustice rule the organ of thy speech,
And Clemency adorne thy Princely browe:
Vnto thine eares long absent patience teach,
By these which good men wish, let all men knowe,
None but thy selfe, thy selfe can ouerthrowe.
Let pittie check the rod when we offend,
That makes the good more good, the bad to mend.
And Clemency adorne thy Princely browe:
Vnto thine eares long absent patience teach,
By these which good men wish, let all men knowe,
None but thy selfe, thy selfe can ouerthrowe.
Let pittie check the rod when we offend,
That makes the good more good, the bad to mend.
I witnesse call the seuen hilled Queene.
How we obey'd, when Lawes obey'd were:
And shall not we be now as we haue bene?
Feare made vs then vnnaturall bondage beare,
VVe now securely liue, and cannot feare.
Doubt not thereof, but come experience haue,
VVe loue to serue, but loathe the name of slaue.
How we obey'd, when Lawes obey'd were:
And shall not we be now as we haue bene?
Feare made vs then vnnaturall bondage beare,
VVe now securely liue, and cannot feare.
Doubt not thereof, but come experience haue,
VVe loue to serue, but loathe the name of slaue.
Our gazing expectation longes to see
The true admired Image of thy Syre:
Which Nature hath so rightly grau'd in thee:
As Phisicke causes seem'd, they did conspire
To shape the like to him whom all admire.
So Sions sacred singer Dauid saies,
Good trees bring forth good fruit, good fruit alwaies.
The true admired Image of thy Syre:
Which Nature hath so rightly grau'd in thee:
As Phisicke causes seem'd, they did conspire
To shape the like to him whom all admire.
So Sions sacred singer Dauid saies,
Good trees bring forth good fruit, good fruit alwaies.
Do not sweete Sallets spring from soundest seed?
And is not man like God, which man did make?
Can bad effects from causes good proceed?
Do we see fruite on any withered stake?
Or do we see in sea a bush or brake?
How canst thou then not good and perfect bee,
That wert engraft on such a goodly tree?
And is not man like God, which man did make?
Can bad effects from causes good proceed?
Do we see fruite on any withered stake?
Or do we see in sea a bush or brake?
How canst thou then not good and perfect bee,
That wert engraft on such a goodly tree?
FINIS.
| A Prophesie of Cadwallader, last King of the Britaines | |