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A souldiers vvish vnto his soveraigne lord King Iames
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Pricket, Robert.
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1603
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A SOVLDIERS VVISH VNTO HIS SOVERAIGNE LORD KING IAMES LONDON Printed by Iohn Harison and are to be sold in Pater noster row at the signe of the Grewhound 1603. To the right honorable the Lords and others of her late Maiesties priuie Counsell Robert Pricket wisheth all increase of honor and Coelestiall happinesse RIght honorable I humblye intreate your honours vouchsafe to patronise this little booke for in the absence of my soueraigne I know not vnto whōe better to direct the same 〈◊〉 vnto you my honoured Lords whose prudent wise and foreseeing consideration hath for these many yeares principally assisted the protection of Englands safetie if your Lord shall be pleased to peruse the lines herein contained I hope not any word in them shall proue offensiue for my heart hath desired nothing more then to manifest my loues beste wishes vnto my Lorde and King I humbly referre the discourse to bee censured by your wisedomes and yet desires if your honours shall thinke it worthy that it might passe vnto the starre brighte eye of Englandes Maiestie to whom a Souldier wisheth a happie Coronation and a long continued blessed peacefull triumphant and victorious Raigne to Gods glorie and Englands benifite and that your honors may be vnto his Maiestie as late you were to Queene Elisabeth Your Lordships in all humblenesse of dutie Robert Pricket A Souldiers wish vnto his Soueraigne Lord King Iames. THrise noble King the wonder of our daies Giue leaue my Muse may speake thy vertues praise A Souldiers hand made rough with Iron warre Not smoothly can with Poets lines conferre Aonian bankes he doeth not vse to tread But march where Mars a warlike step doth lead If roughly then into his verse he breakes A Cannons mouth a boystrons languish speakes Thence doth he learne for muskets pikes and swords Doe teach a Souldier no great choice of words Yet in the hope of his Dread Soueraignes loue A Poets skill he thus desires to prooue Geeat pearlesse Prince I need not to deriue The line all race which doth our hopes reuiue Thy kingdome England knowes thy true dissent And yealds it selfe vnto thy gouerment And first my wish doeth pearcs the Christall skye And humbly prayes heauens greatest Maiesty That in our farre renounde Elizaes stead Hir Crowne may stand vpon thy princely head Faire England hath this fortie fowre yeares beene The Kingdome of the worlds renowned Queene High Ioue did by the wonder of his hande Raise her vpon a regall throane to stande That by her meanes he might his children bring With peace to reste vnder her princely winge When Romes blacke vaile of euerlasting smoake Did strongly striue the purest light to choake Euen when the Pope that Antichristian deuill Had turnd all good into the worst of euill Changing the truth of euerlasting veritie Into the dreames of faithles Fryers imagery Leauing the Oracles of Gods eternall will Ruling by strength of vaine traditions skill Seeking to race Christ Iesus kingdome downe For to vphold an Antichristian crowne Burning aliue all those that would deny To yeelde vnto their grosse Idolatrye When England thus was massicred by Rome The iust condemned by iniustice dome Then God in mercy to his children sent A gracious Queene to salue their woes lament Dread soueraigne your royall selfe no doubt Haue harde how God did bring this worke aboute And how he fau'd our Queene from daunger greate To set her safe vpon a Princely feate That shee thereby that Gospell might aduance Which drowned was in darkesome ignorance And when he had instald her regall throane She peerelesse liued vpheld by God alone No forrayne foes could once her land inuade Proude Spaine to flie by Englands force was made No treasons plot laide by the best aduice Of Rome and Spaine could worke hir preiudice No Popish pardned periur'd traytors vow To be of force would heauens great God alow But to the horror of Romes vsupped name His champions all were brought to publike shame No hell borne hand distaynde with villany Could get aduantage gainst her dignitie For all the treasons bent against her life Brought traytors to the slead the rope the knife In spight of deuill and hell and men made diuels God kept her safe from all sinister euils So that her throane was to the world a wonder No king nor Queene like her the heauens cloudes vnder All her attempts did prosper royally And crowned were with glorious victorie Her people so were hallowed for her sake As that in warre there Pikes did passage make Through tropes of men the Holland states doe know By Englands handes there honor first did grow And Spaine hath seene through cloudes of smoake and fire How Englands fame did to the heauens aspire More could I speake but this I breefly tell Heauens maiden Queene in all thinges prosperd well And whilste shee liud in peace her scepter swaide With such renowne as mightie kinges dismaide Did in amasement say vnto there Lords Goe see if truth with fames report accordes Beyond the bowndes of Europekings most great Did sende to see the Queene of Englands seate And thus her state in fame all kinges aboue Was safely kepte by Ioues celestiall loue And all her time the beautie of our storie Shinde in her land with vnecclipsed glorie The king of peace her his leiutenant made When as his kingdome did in her kingdome fade Shee once a Queene the kingdome of heauens Kinge On earth she made to be a glorious thing Saluation sound by worlds redeemer sent Was fetch from forth a sauiours testament Whose written word for euer firmely stands Caractered first by Euangelian hands Whose goulden pens cōmanded were to wright No more but what heauens king should first indite That king of kinges that mercie most esteem d That Iesus Christ who vs from hell redeemd His Gospell was the glorie of our lande Whereby we learnd the truth to vnderstand And so our Queene on Christ hir faith did ground As that her fame did through earths kingdōes found And Christ did vnto her his loue reueale When as by him hir hand had power to heale Hir snow white palme by faith had vertue such As that the sicke shee healde with gratious touch Thousands diseasd that did her mercy pray Toucht by her hand were safely sent away And for by faith the sicke were thus redreste Her sound beliefe was by that truth expreste That faith in Christ whose written veritie Was dayly preacht by Englands ministry Vnto our Queene a croune of glorie sent Whose precious beautie was her souls content For to obey that law which Christ had taught Our Queene her selfe and all her subiects brought Thence did proceede the glory of her state No strength had power hir hopes to ruinate And therein stood a Souldiers name renound When he should fight for her whome Christ had crownd And when by her that Christ our heauenly Lord Rulde like a King by scepter of his word Then God then Christ then Queene then countries lawes Helde
in themselues a most supreame applause No cause can well a souldiers name commend But when his sword shall all those rights defende And for them all a souldiers armes I beare My quarel's iust nor men nor deuils I le feare But now my Queene whome I haue thus commended Hir heauenly soule is vnto heauen ascended Her peaceful raigne in peace did ende her dayes Heauen hath her soule the earth retaines her prayse And now I will a soueraygne looke to finde Indu'd with all the vertues of her minde And thus my king my vearse shall now returne To thee whose heart with godly zeale doth burne God left our Queene this kingdome to maintaine Whilste by his worde he taught thee how to raygne For in the kingdome where thy rule was seene The lawe of Christ hath in that kingdome binne Thy royall thro ane and scepter bearing hande Did striue with truth in equall life to stande Most prudent wise and iust in euery thing Approued was Prince Iames then Scotlands king And for thy heart with God did stand vpright He now hath raisd thee to a greater might Great King how may thy heart with ioy bee glad Whē God to one three kingdomes more doth add How good a thing is it that God to serue Who thus rewardeth them that well deserue Great king I know thy euer righteous heart Will dignifie the worth of thy desart And make vs blessed by thy vertues grace Because thy soule the way of truth doth trace Well may I say thy prudence thought vpon That God hath sent a second Salomon Whose wisedome shall adorne his kingly name And to all kingdomes memorise his fame Thy royall hand O king hath wisely tried To proue thy heart deuinely sanctified Thy Angell spirit with Dauids pen doth wright And wisedome giues thy minde a glorious light Cloauen tongs of fire haue made thy muse deuine In all thy words a heauenly grace doth shine Thy worke approues thy exercise hath binne In holy writte true iudgement thence to winne With how great ioy may all good people say A godly kinge shall Englands scepter swaye Whose royall selfe with kingly domination Shall build his house vpon a firme foundation For such hath beene his vertues preparation That God for him will blesse his kingdoms nation England regard how God hath thee respected And how thy weale is still by him protected And now whilst that it may be calde thy day Tourne to thy God and all his lawes obay Peruse thy state then thou mayest beholde The loue of God with merces many fould Euen when the time was cōe that wilde ones wisht Euen then their hopes were presently dismiste And quiet peace with gratious calme contente Proclaimed King whose princely regiment Shall wrap thy glory in a golden vale And make thy fame the star-bright skies to scale Thy house of honour shall be built a new And in their state thou shalt thy nobles view But this I charge where iustice made surprise Let not a thought so much as mutinise I speake with loue vnto my countreyes weale There is no salue hath power dead things to heale But euerie branch of honour that doth liue God vnto them their antient honours giue That England may for many hundred yeeres Attend her King with all her princely Peeres And this I hope in glorious sort to see When great King Iames our crowned King shall bee Pray England then God may thy Soueraign blesse In whome consisteth all thy happinesse Thus mightie King thy owne is giuen to the Thy selfe alone is Englands Maiestie Come to thy kingdomes in peace thy Crowne enioy Who wish not so Gods iudgements them distroy Coraga then for that 's a Souldiers tearme Thy God oh King shall shield thy throne from harme Thy heart obeyes the scepter of his word Strong therfore will he make thy kingdomes sword Come then braue prince make Englands earth to ring With hundred thousands tongues that cries God saue the King The hearts of England are in preparation To dignifie thy glorious Coronation Come with the spring in the our sping doth florish Thy royall hand shall Englands kingdome norish The heauens and earth agrees with choise of time To raise thy fame aboue the clouds to clime God makes a promise that thy Raigne shall bee As was our Queenes in princely dignitie For well we know the written truth shall stand Like gold to gild the Churches in thy land Imperious prince be then thy right possest And make thy Queene a glorious Emperest Thy Royall race incorporated right In bloud of Kings that were of greatest might Tels that thy name with glorious power shal grow And that the world thy valiant strength shal know And as I thinke diuinest destenie Did promisse at thy blest natiuitie That in thy race there should be something done Whose glorious fame through all the world shall ronne And in this hope thy kingdome England liues Thy happy issue such great comfort giues A King a Queene a Prince a Duke all these Great titles do thy Englands people please For they reioyce to see each princely bud That springs from forth King Henries Royall bloud And now whilst that the world a world is cald No doubt thy throne is in thy line instald This makes the land thy presents to expect VVhose prudent wisedom must her weale protect Thy nobles heere vnited all in one Humbly attends their King to wait vpon Thy Citie London doth it selfe addresse The loue vnto her soueraigne to expresse There shall the King a hundred thousand see Lift vp their hands and bow an humble knee And crie King Iames God by thy power defend Their echoing shouts shall to the heauens ascend The commons all thinks long to see that day God saue the King their hearts desires to say Thy England in all pompe of Royaltie Prepares great King thy throne to dignifie The wealth of England all her gold and treasure Offers it selfe vnto king Iames his pleasure A fleet of ships inricht with wars great thunder VVhose force hath causde earthes nations all to wonder That Nauie Royall the terrour of Spaynes feare The name and fame of great King Iames doth beare The strength of England and each defensiue towne Offers themselues vnto king Iames his Crowne For Englands Crowne is made his proper owne The great king Iames for Englands king is knowne Great Caesars tower with her vnualued store Doth with her strength wealth king Iames adore And Englands Court doth for his presence craue That gallant state doth wish king Iames to haue The pleasure of faire Englands pleasant land Doth giue it selfe into king Iames his hand All those rich honours that befits a king They will themselues vnto their Soueraigne bring The lawes of England will themselues deriue From great king Iames his high prerogatiue The Church in England our sweet Sauiours spouse Next vnto Christ king Iames her head allowes And Ireland which did in rebellion stand Is conquered now vnto king Iames his hand And