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A02622 Time is a turne-coate. Or Englands three-fold metamorphosis VVherin is acted the pensiue mans epilogomena, to Londons late lamentable heroicall comi-tragedie. Also a panegyricall pageant-speech or idylion pronounced to the citie of London, vpon the entrance of her long expected comfort. Written by Iohn Hanson. Hanson, John, fl. 1604. 1604 (1604) STC 12750; ESTC S118582 34,101 89

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within Now burnes the heart now frigerates the skin Extirpate Traitors ô heau'ns expell The craftie Counsels of Achitophell The soothing Humor of each Midius braine That by blandiloquence seekes his state to staine The damn'd stratagemes of Romish Fauorites And all Spanized bloud-sworne Iesuites Who long expected that a day would come Wherin with bloud they might work Albions doome Couering their face with vailes of Loyaltie Their poysoned hearts consort with Villanie To trucidate and murther Prince and Peere Whose bloud both God and man esteeme most deare These are Illusions sprung from Poperie These are the fruites of false Imagerie In Nomine Iesu yet their facts must rise O sleight Preludium to their Tragedies Their actions are exhaust from Puritie Yet practise nought but diuelish Trecherie Are these Deuotions nay Delusions Detractions and their owne Destructions Let no man dread Romes Hydra bearing sway For Albions Hercul's crops his heads away One Head entire doth on his shoulders stand Which will be broke by Iames owne royall hand For Phoebus hath deuis'd an heau'nly note To make Time laugh and turne his Sphinx-like cote But harke Muse harke me thinks some voice diuine Ecchoes the mountaines of the Muses nine Stay genious Muse thy ouer-tired teame Cease to discusse vpon so deepe a Theame Now take repose in Aganyppe's vale And marke the tenor of this sequele Tale. A Panygericall Idilion pronounced to the Citie of London before the entrance of her long-expected Comfort NOw London rise from dreadfull Dungeon Of darke disastrous deepe Destruction Wherein thou didst imbrace foule hood-winkt Night Prodigious horror indigence of light And Sense-appalling Feare with short-drawne breath Fast grip'd betwixt the chaps of rauenous Death Gainst whom Heaù'ns wódrous works opposed were Each Planet and incomprehended Sphare The restlesse Poles and high-remoted Starres Against thy Pride conspired direfull warres Apollo mask'd his face with beames of bloud While trembling Phoeb ' exanimated stood With ioyntagree thus adunited all To captiuate thee with perfidious thrall Erect thy bruised stormie-battred head Basely deiected like the high-sprung Reed Or grassie plaines where Ver bids flowers abound Whose stems are vrg'd to kisse the foule-fac'd ground When as the furious Fire with discontents Included close midst liquid Elements Alongst the sphaerie Frame doth range about With burning ire to find some passage out At last breakes through with roarings violent Like to a Lion in some dungeon pent And then dissolues that grosse-congealed matter To fierce tempestuous haile and flouds of water Then Aeolus ope's his vented anters deepe That curl'd-hair'd Boreas through the world may sweep Whose steele-strong breath doth penetrate the rockes Disturbes Damaetas and confounds his flockes Affrighting Nature with celestiall Thunder And stoutly strikes the Cedars tops asunder Whereat huge Aetna quakes proud billowes rise And Amphytrite's Towers confront the skies The sinewie Oake with feare fals flat to ground Earths Center trembleth at this terrible sound But when Latona's Heire transcends his Light From queene Aurora's christall Pallace bright Gazing about the World with chearefull Eye Intrailes the Earth with robes of Maiestie Intreates the vpright-towring Larke to sing The low-laid grasse to rise and plants to spring Instructing Man by course from East to West To rise with Labour and lie downe with Rest Then boasts queene Flora in her fragrant bed Who earst did droupe with tempests ruined So thou sith Heau'n respects thy mournfull mone From the high Solium of Ioues sacred Throne Spreading his glorious beames of quickning Grace Vpon thy wofull storm-beat withered face Sucke vigor from his nourishing feruent raies He yeelds thee life yeeld him immortall praise Sin as the Load-stone drew this Plague vpon thee And sins expulsion must expell it from thee Sin grounds the Cause Iudgment frames th' Effect T' asswage th' Efficient Sin thou must reiect Hadst thou not sin'd Heau'n had not cride Repent Where raignes no sin there needes no punishment Rig vp thy Barke split through with storms of woes Saile to the port where Pactolus ore-flowes Condenst from Tmolus mount in Lydia land Where golden grauell guilds the siluer sand Flourish in spite of interdicting Fate Reduce thine Honor to his auncient state Lachesis now who earst so swiftly spun May sit and rest her tedious taske is done For mightie Ioue th' Olympian king foreshowes The calculation of thy by-past woes To lie inundate midst pure founts of Loue Distilling from th' Ambrosian Springs aboue As flame-hair'd Phoebus melteth by degrees Drop after drop the weeping Ysicles And so traduc'd to Dissolution Are by the thirstie Earth absorb'd each one So as he manag'd Iudgement with Increase Doth mitigate it with a sweet Surcease Now bath amidst Macenas siluer streames To Europes eyes extend thy golden beames And as the Satyres skipping through each street Of auncient Rome with Orpheus musicke sweet Sounding Amphyons quickening simphonie Threatned the death of Marcus Antonie So let Euterpe on the aduerse part Plucke vp her sprite and euer-chearefull hart T'infuse thy streets with heau'nly iocond mirth And sacred solace for thy prosperous Birth Thy Ephori put on their scarlet Die To intertaine his royall Maiestie Who long'd to view thy face from him exil'd Euen as a father doth his long-lost child Produce thine Ornaments and ensignes faire Let shril-toung'd Trumpets penetrate the aire Let bels concord in Musickes simphonie Let Anes dimme the Meteors of the skie Iouissance diuine reeccho in each place Each creature cry God saue king IAMES his grace Eccho the tatling Daughter of the hill Shall iterate that Speech thrice-doubled still For Phoebus tunes a sweet celestiall note Whereat Time skips with Ioy in golden cote When worthie Pompey Lord of Africa Was chosen Chiefe to scoure the surging sea Of Pyrates brauing with ore-swaying might So high his Fame soar'd in the Romaines sight That all applauded him with shoutes and cries So pierc't the thin vast aire beneath the skies That certaine fowles amaz'd fell flat to ground Hearing such clam'rous noise and thundring sound So let the Steele of pure Affection Strike fire of Zeale and true Subiection Vpon thy Vulgars hearts inflam'd with loue Of due Alleigiance sparkling from aboue That so they may conforme their Loyaltie Consonant to Caesars Solidurij Who when they were enrol'd in martiall pay If chanc'd by brunt of fight to lose the day For griefe would kill themselues with their own hands So neare succincted with Affections bands Then shall thy wals inclose him plausibly As to his Throne he entred peaceably Thy Muses flow with Archimedes Skill That they thy streets with Rarities may fill For when young Cato that braue Romaine Peere With his wel-manned ships approched neare The Syracusan walles strong fortifide By Archimedes caution were descride They full resolu'd to raze them flat to ground By him such warlike Engines rare were found Which from the Tower thereof his Art downe sent Who turn'd their strong-built Barkes circumferent With bottomes vpward drawne from out the fount And cast