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A03238 A marriage triumphe Solemnized in an epithalamium, in memorie of the happie nuptials betwixt the high and mightie Prince Count Palatine. And the most excellent princesse the Lady Elizabeth. Written by Thomas Heywood. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641. 1613 (1613) STC 13355; ESTC S118313 11,826 34

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the Southerne Seas And with a thousand colours seekes to please The Princes eye changing as oft his hue As he doth wish him ioyes Behold in view Where shoots the little Enuious Remora Thinking his swift ship vnder saile to stay O stop her prosperous course But when she saw A face so full of beautie mixt with awe Vpon the hatches sham'd what she had done Her head shee doth below the Channels runne No boysterous Whale aboue the waues appeares The Seas to trouble● whilest the Pilo●steeres The huge Leuia● dwels in the deepes And wrapt in waters with his femall sleepes As loath to moue a tempest Thus at last He in a prosperous calme the Seas hath past Neptune meane time in Amphitrites bowre Inuited to a banquet for her dowre By churlish old Oceanus denide That paid her not since she was first his bride Shee knowing Neptune powerfull as he 's wise Intreats him this olde Iarre to comprimise This difference held so long the God of Seas Who being made Vmpire sought both parts to please That whilest he in faire Thetis Pallace staid The Prince was past without his marine aid This when he knew that one so yong so faire Of whom the other Gods had tooke such care In his safe waftage and that he alone Of all his choice gems had afforded none Of which his wealthie channels as full stor'd Grieuing so puissant and so great a Lord Should passe his waterie Kingdomes and not tast Part of his bountie vp he starts in hast Mounts on his Sea-horse and his Trydent takes Which all enrag'd about his Crest he shakes And calling Triton from his concaue shell Bids him through all the deeps his furie tell That since no Marchant to the Indies traded Whose wealthie ships with drugs and spices laded Had made the verie Oceans backe to bend Since he had suffered them from end to end To voyage his large Empire as secure As in the safest o●●● where they assure Themselues at rest since they for all the gold Pangeans fraughts them with great summes vntold Pearles Stones Silks Sweet-perfumes Amber-greece With profits richer farre then Iasons fleece Since neither Marchant nor yet Man of warre Poore Fisherman or such as reckoned are Sonnes of the Sea or Bastards Pyrats fell For all the wealth in which the Seas excell And they haue thriued so richly would make knowne This newes to him they now shall tast his frowne Streight the foure brothers from their brazen caues Aeolus vnlocks who shake aboue the waues Their flaggie plumes and as they rise or fall They hatch huge tempests still doeth Neptune call To make a turbulent Sea Triton shrils lowd T' Inuoke the helpe of euery stormie clowd They all conspire in horrour at new warre Meane time the foure seditious brothers jarre The South wind brings with him his spightful showers And gainst the cold and stormie Boreas powers His spitting waters in whose foule disgrace His gusts returne them backe in Austers face Bleake Aquilo still with the West-wind crosse Mountaines of waues against his foe doth tosse And he as much at him in this fierce brall Poore ships are shaken some are forc't to fall So low that they blacke Orcus may espie And suddenly are bandied vp so high As if the Barke with tackles masts and shrouds Ioue would like th' Argoe snatch aboue the clouds No maruell we so many wracks to heare Since Neptune hath of late beene so austeare So many ships being foundred split and lost So many wrackt-men cast on euery Coast So many that my passionate teares inforces Since all the Seas seem'd to be shor'd with coarses Long Neptunes furie lasted made great spoile And wrackes at Sea for still the billowes boile With wrath and vengeance till the Queene of loue Borne of the frothie waues this suit gan moue That since the high solemnitie drew neere Of this faire Couple to the Gods so deere As Heauen and Earth did in their ioyes agree So at the last would his calm'd waues and he These words of hers great Neptune did appease So with his Trident straight he calm'd the Seas Now 's the glad day how can it other be But a presage of all prosperitie The early howres that from her Roseat bed Aurora call the night haue banished And enuying shee so long hath soiournd here They chase the Hag from off this Hemisphere Who when she but espies the peepe of day Wrapt in her mistie darknesse speeds away To the Cymerians were she meanes to dwell And hide her horrid darksome front in Hell But ere her blacke and cloudie face she steeps The starres from off Heauens azured floare she sweeps And will not let them see the glorious Bride Whose presence was her hated lookes denide This day Apollo in his orbe of fire Ryseth before his hower her face t' admire And in meere joy that he may gaze his fill He capers as he mounts th'Olympique hill The morning blusheth guiltie of the wrong That she hath kept his steedes vntrac't so long And such deepe sorrowes in her eyes appeares That all the World she waters with her teares But when this vniuersall joy she cals To her remembrance teares no more she fals But for the glistering Rayes of Phoebus seekes cheekes With whose bright beames shee dries her blubbred The monstrous Signes by which the Sunne must passe Guild with his glittering streakes their scalles of brasse Phoebus as oft as he hath past the line Hath neuer seene them in such glory shine And all to grace these Nuptials Ioues high Court Is 'gainst this day new starr'd as some report With stones and gems and all the Gods attired In there best pompe to make this day admired The Seasons haue prefer'd the youthfull Spring To be at this high states solemnizing Who lest he should be wanting at that day Brings Februarie in attyred like May And hath for hast to shew his glorious prime Stept or'e two moneths and come before his time And that 's the cause no strange preposterous thing That we this yeare haue such a forward Spring The Summer now is busied with her seed Which quickning in the Earth begins to breed And being sickish cannot well be spar'd Autumne in beggers rags attired not dar'd Intrude into so braue a pompous traine Old Winter clad in high furres showers of raine Appearing in his eyes who still doth goe In a rug gowne ashied with flakes of snow Shiuering with cold at whose long dangling beard Hangs Isickles with hoarie frosts made hard Dares not approach nor in that Center moue Where liues so sweet a Summer of warme loue Therefore by Ianus double face he 's past Retyring by December speeding fast Backward with more then common aged speed Most willing that the fresh Spring should succeed With chearefull lookes and his greene dangling haire Winters most wastefull Ruines to repaire But oh leane Lent why should thy pale lancke cheekes Threaten a suddaine dearth for seuen spare weekes After this surplusage but that the