A Golden Mirrour Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson] |
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Verses penned vpon the Ethimologie of the name of the right vvorshipful Lady:
The Lady Iulian Holcraft, of the Vale Royall.
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Verses penned vpon the Ethimologie of the name of the right vvorshipful Lady: The Lady Iulian Holcraft, of the Vale Royall.
The
golden trump, that Fame doth sound,
Proclaimes to euery eare:
Where vertue is, for to be found,
By workes it doth appeare:
As gold commends, the precious stone,
So worship showes, her selfe alone:
As Phœbus doth exceede a starre,
So gentlenes doth show:
How can Dame Fortune mount more harre,
Then place her darlings so.
Proclaimes to euery eare:
Where vertue is, for to be found,
By workes it doth appeare:
As gold commends, the precious stone,
So worship showes, her selfe alone:
As Phœbus doth exceede a starre,
So gentlenes doth show:
How can Dame Fortune mount more harre,
Then place her darlings so.
Enuie nor spite can not preuayle,
Where vertue vaunts with grace:
Old auncient wrath of force shall faile,
And vices shall geue place:
Where worship worthily shall show,
There iust report, the Fame shall blow:
And euery eare, such newes shall heare,
As due desert doth craue:
Loe Ladyes all, behold you shall,
Who ought most honor haue.
Where vertue vaunts with grace:
Old auncient wrath of force shall faile,
And vices shall geue place:
Where worship worthily shall show,
There iust report, the Fame shall blow:
And euery eare, such newes shall heare,
As due desert doth craue:
Loe Ladyes all, behold you shall,
Who ought most honor haue.
A Dame well deckt with modestie,
As worship doth behoue:
And garmentes lynde with lenitie,
When patience list to proue:
With stomachers, of pure pitie,
And head geare, that is wise and wittie:
And liberall myndes, all people binds,
To honor such in hart:
Doe thus and then, the harts of men,
You win in euery part.
As worship doth behoue:
And garmentes lynde with lenitie,
When patience list to proue:
With stomachers, of pure pitie,
And head geare, that is wise and wittie:
And liberall myndes, all people binds,
To honor such in hart:
Doe thus and then, the harts of men,
You win in euery part.
In stormes, when wisedome is the cloake,
No blast can blemish such:
This is the way for to prouoke,
Your Fame the skyes to touch:
Unto the poore, stretch out your hands,
God shall your store, increase, and lands:
Loue them that plainly tels you true,
And banish golden speach:
Pick thankes mischief dayly brew,
And all mens harts they sigh.
No blast can blemish such:
This is the way for to prouoke,
Your Fame the skyes to touch:
Unto the poore, stretch out your hands,
God shall your store, increase, and lands:
Loue them that plainly tels you true,
And banish golden speach:
Pick thankes mischief dayly brew,
And all mens harts they sigh.
Yeld not, vnto a cruell foe,
Where truth is on your side:
And warely watch a friend to know,
That stedfastly will byde:
And where you may reuenge in deede,
Let mercy presently proceede:
Nothing doth please, the Lord alwayes,
So much as mercy still:
For mercy binds, all noble myndes,
To saue and not to spil.
Where truth is on your side:
And warely watch a friend to know,
That stedfastly will byde:
And where you may reuenge in deede,
Let mercy presently proceede:
Nothing doth please, the Lord alwayes,
So much as mercy still:
For mercy binds, all noble myndes,
To saue and not to spil.
Haue mynde that all that is begun,
Must haue an ende at last:
The end, no King, nor Prince, can shunne,
Sith Time all thinges will wast,
Of Time her trade you see it still,
Time buildeth all, and giues the fall,
To all things quicke and dead:
The lucky life is to be wisht,
The end is to be dread.
Must haue an ende at last:
The end, no King, nor Prince, can shunne,
Of Time her trade you see it still,
Time buildeth all, and giues the fall,
To all things quicke and dead:
The lucky life is to be wisht,
The end is to be dread.
Lo here the fruits of vertues rare,
That in one lady is:
Conceiue the same, and straight prepare,
For worship teacheth this,
Remember where is courtesie,
That riseth of gentilitie:
Of mercie, grace and charitie,
Comes blessings of the Lord.
For if these want assuredly,
They still remaine abhorr'd.
That in one lady is:
Conceiue the same, and straight prepare,
For worship teacheth this,
Remember where is courtesie,
That riseth of gentilitie:
Of mercie, grace and charitie,
Comes blessings of the Lord.
For if these want assuredly,
They still remaine abhorr'd.
Beholde how vertue beares the keyes,
That vnto blisse doth lead,
A Lady liuing at these daies,
Whose worship Fame doth spread,
Her name I will not now expresse,
Sith iust report doth all confesse.
But as I prooued, so I praise,
And will doe till I die,
Her liberall hand her heart bewraies,
Aboue the starrie skie.
That vnto blisse doth lead,
A Lady liuing at these daies,
Whose worship Fame doth spread,
Her name I will not now expresse,
Sith iust report doth all confesse.
But as I prooued, so I praise,
And will doe till I die,
Her liberall hand her heart bewraies,
Aboue the starrie skie.
God blesse her still from time to time,
From dangers, woe, and paine,
That she in worship still may shine,
And long in health remaine:
And God protect her noble birth
Long for to liue in ioy and mirth.
And that their honors may increase,
As sand vpon the Sea,
And this to pray I will not cease.
But call on God God alwaies.
From dangers, woe, and paine,
That she in worship still may shine,
And long in health remaine:
And God protect her noble birth
Long for to liue in ioy and mirth.
And that their honors may increase,
And this to pray I will not cease.
But call on God God alwaies.
FINIS.
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