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A20877
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Forth feasting A panegyricke to the Kings most excellent Maiestie.
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Drummond, William, 1585-1649.
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1617
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STC 7252; ESTC S105420
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hold till it bee from your Sight Prize onlie Summers sweet and musked Breath When armed Winters threaten you with Death In pallid Sicknesse doe esteeme of Health And by sad Pouertie discerne of Wealth I see an Age when after manie Yeares And Reuolutions of the slow-pac'd Spheares These Dayes shall bee to other farre esteem'd And like Augustus palmie Raigne bee deem'd The Names of Arthure Fabulous Palladines Grau'n in Times surlie Brows in wrinckled Lines Of Henries Edwards Famous for their Fights Their Neighbour Conquests Orders new of Knights Shall by this Princes Name bee past as farre As Meteors are by the Idalian Starre If Gray-hair'd Proteüs Songs the Truth not misse And Gray-hair'd Proteüs oft a Prophet is There is a Land hence-distant manie Miles Out-reaching Fiction and Atlanticke Iles Which Homelings from this little World wee name That shall imblazon with strange Rites his Fame Shall raise him Statues all of purest Gold Such as men gaue vnto the Gods of old Name by him Fanes prowd Pallaces and Townes With some great Flood which most their Fields renownes This is that King who should make right each wrong Of whom the Bards and mysticke Sybilles song The Man long promis'd by whose glorious Raigne This Isle should yet her ancient Name regaine And more of Fortunate deserue the Stile Than those where Heauens with double Summers smile Runne on Great Prince Thy Course in Glories Way The End the Life the Euening crownes the Day Heape Worth on Worth and stronglie soare aboue Those Heights which made the World the first to loue Surmount Thy Selfe and make thine Actions past Bee but as Gleames or Lightnings of Thy last Let them exceed them of Thy younger Time As farre as Autumne doth the flowrie Prime Through this Thy Empire range like Worlds bright Eye That once each Yeare suruayes all Earth and Skie Now glaunces on the slow and restic Beares Then turnes to drie the weeping Austers Teares Iust vnto both the Poles and moueth euen In the infigur'd Circle of the Heauen O long long haunt these Bounds which by Thy Sight Haue now regain'd their former Heate and Light Heere grow greene Woods heere siluer Brookes doe glide Heere Meadowes stretch them out with painted Pride Embrodring all the Banks heere Hills aspire To crowne their Heads with the aetheriall Fire Hills Bullwarkes of our Freedome giant Walls Which neuer Fremdlings Slight nor Sword made Thralls Each circling Flood to Thetis Tribute payes Men heere in Health out-liue old Nestors Dayes Grimme Saturne yet amongst our Rockes remaines Bound in our Caues with manie Mettald Chaines Bulls haunt our Shades like Ledas Louer white Which yet might breede Pasiphaè Delight Our Flocks faire Fleeces beare with which for Sport Eudemion of Old the Moone did court High-palmed Harts amidst our Forrests runne And not impall'd the deepe-mouth'd Hounds doe shunne The rough-foote Hare him in our Bushes shrowds And long-wing'd Haulks doe pearch amidst our Clowds The wanton wood-Nymphes of the verdant Spring Blew Golden Purple Flowers shall to Thee bring Pomonas Fruits the Paniskes Thetis Gyrles Thy Thulys Amber with the Ocean Pearles The Tritons Heards-men of the glassie Field Shall giue Thee what farre-distant Shores can yeeld The Serean Fleeces Erythrean Gemmes Vaste Platas Siluer Gold of Peru Streames Antarticke Parrots Aethiopian Plumes Sabaean Odours Myrrhe and sweet Perfumes And I my selfe wrapt in a watchet Gowne Of Reeds and Lillies on my Head a Crowne Shall Incense to Thee burne greene Altars raise And yearlie sing due Paeans to thy Praise Ah why should Isis onlie see Thee shine Is not Thy FORTH as well as Isis Thine Though Isis vaunt shee hath more Wealth in store Let it suffice Thy FORTH doth loue Thee more Though Shee for Beautie may compare with Seine For Swannes and Sea Nymphes with Imperiall Rhene Yet in the Title may bee claim'd in Thee Nor Shee nor all the World can match with mee Now when by Honour drwne Thou shalt away To her alreadie jelous of Thy stay When in her amourous Armes Shee doth thee fold And dries thy Dewie Haires with Hers of Gold Much questioning of Thy Fare much of Thy Sport Much of Thine Absence Long how e're so short And chides perhaps Thy Comming to the North Lothe not ro thinke on Thy much-louing FORTH O loue these Bounds whereof Thy royall Stemme More than an hundreth were a Diademe So euer Gold and Bayes Thy Browes adorne So neuer Time may see Thy Race out-worne So of Thine Owne still mayst Thou bee desir'd Of Strangers fear'd redoubted and admir'd So MEMORIE the Praise so pretious Houres May character Thy Name in starrie Flowres So may Thy high Exployts at last make euen With Earth thy Empire Glorie with the Heauen FINIS
Moone her Siluer hath his Gold the Sunne If Destine bee or no if Planets can By fierce Aspects force the Free-will of Man The light and spyring Fire the liquid Aire The flaming Dragons Comets with red Haire Heauens tilting Launces Attillerie and Bow Lowd-sounding Trumpets Darts of Haile and Snow The roaring Element with People dombe The Earth with what conceiu'd is in her Wombe What on her moues were set vnto thy Sight Till thou didst find their Causes Essence Might But vnto nought Thou so Thy Mind didst straine As to bee read in Man and learne to raigne To know the Weight and Atlas of a Crowne To spare the Humble Prowdlings pester downe When from those pearcing Cares which Thrones inuest As Thornes the Rose Thou weari'd wouldst Thee rest With Lute in Hand full of Coelestiall Fire To the Pierian Groues Thou didst retire There garlanded with all Vranias Flowrs In sweeter Layes than builded Thaebès Towrs Or them which charm'd the Dolphines in the Maine Or which did call Euridicè againe Thou sungst away the Houres till from their Spheare Starrs seem'd to shoote Thy Melodie to heare The God with golden Haire the Sister Maids Left nymphall Helicon their Tempès Shades To see Thine Isle heere lost their natiue Tongue And in Thy world-diuided Language sung Who of thine After-age can count the Deedes With all that Fame in Times hudge Annales Reedes How by Example more than anie Law This People fierce Thou didst to Goodnesse draw How while the Neighbour Worlds tows'd by the Fates So manie Phaëtons had in their States Which turn'd in heedlesse Flames their Burnish'd Thrones Thou as ensphear'd keep'dst temperate Thy Zones In Africke Shores the Sands that ebbe and flow The speckled Flowrs in vnshorne Meads that grow Hee sure may count with all the Waues that meet To wash the Mauritanian Atlas feet Though Thou were not a crowned King by Birth Thy Worth deserues the richest Crowne on Earth Search this Halfë Spheare and the opposite Ground Where is such Wit and Bountie to bee found As into silent Night when neare the Beare The Virgine Huntresse shines at full most cleare And striues to match her Brothers golden Light The Hoast of Starrs doth vanish in her sight Arcturus dies cool'd is the Lyons ire Po burnes no more with Phaëtontall Fire Orion faints to see his Armes grow blacke And that his blazing Sword hee now doth lacke So Europes Lights all bright in their Degree Loose all their Lustre paragond with Thee By just discent Thou from moe Kings dost shine Than maine can name Men in all their Line What most they toyle to find and finding hold Thou scornest orient Gemmes and flattring Gold Esteeming Treasure surer in Mens Brests Than when immur'd with Marble clos'd in Chests No Stormie Passions doe disturbe Thy Mind No Mists of Greatnesse euer could Thee blind Who yet hath beene so meeke Thou Life didst giue To them who did repine to see Thee liue What Prince by Goodnesse hath such Kingdoms gain'd Who hath so long his Peoples Peace maintain'd Their Swords are turn'd in Sythes in Culters Speares Some giant Post their anticke Armour beares Now where the wounded Knight his Life did bleed The wanton Swaine sits piping on a Reed And where the Canon did Ioues Thunder scorne The gawdie Hunts-man windes his shrill-tun'd Horne Her greene Lockes Ceres without feare doth die The Pilgrime safelie in the Shade doth lie Both Pan and Pales carelesse keepe their Flockes Seas haue no Dangers saue the Winds and Rockes Thou art this Isles Palladium neither can While Thou art kept it bee o're-throwne by Man Let Others boast of Blood and Spoyles of Foes Fierce Rapines Murders Iliads of Woes Of hated Pompe and Trophaees reared faire Gore-spangled Ensignes streaming in the Aire Count how they make the Scythian them adore The Gaditan the Souldier of Aurore Unhappie Vauntrie to enlarge their Bounds Which charge thēselues with Cares their Frēds with woūds Which haue no Law to their ambitious Will But Man-plagues borne are humane Blood to spill Thou a true Victor art sent from aboue What Others straine by Force to gaine by Loue World-wandring Fame this Praise to Thee imparts To bee the onlie Monarch of all Hearts They manie feare who are of manie fear'd And Kingdomes got by Wrongs by Wrongs are tear'd Such Thrones as Blood doth raise Blood throweth downe No Guard so sure as Loue vnto a Crowne Eye of our westerne World Mars daunting King With whose Renowne the Earths seuen Climats ring Thy Deeds not only claime these Diademes To which Thame Liffy Taye subject their Streames But to thy Vertues rare and Gifts is due All that the Planet of the Yeare doth view Sure if the World aboue did want a Prince The World aboue to it would take Thee hence That Murder Rapine Lust are fled to Hell And in their Roomes with vs the Graces dwell That Honour more than Riches Men respect That Worthinesse than Gold doth more effect That Pietie vnmasked showes her Face That Innocencie keepes with Power her Place That long-exil'd Astrea leaues the Heauen And vseth right her Sword her Weights holds euen That the Saturnian World is come againe Are wish'd Effects of Thy most happie Raigne That daylie Peace Loue Truth Delights encrease And Discord Hate Fraude with Incombers cease That Men vse Strength not to shed others Blood But vse their Strength now to doe other Good That Furie is enchain'd disarmed Wrath That saue by Natures Hand there is no Death That late grimme Foes like Brothers other loue That Vultures prey not on the harmlesse Doue That Wolues with Lambs doe Friendship entertaine Are wish'd Effects of thy most happie Raigne That Towns encrease that ruin'd Temples rise And their wind-mouing Vanes plante in the Skies That Ignorance and Sloth hence runne away That buri'd Arts now rowse them to the Day That Hyperiòn farre beyond his Bed Doth see our Lyons rampe our Roses spred That Iber courts vs Tyber not vs charmes That Rhein with hence-brought Beams his Bosome warmes That Euill vs feare and Good vs doe maintaine Are wish'd Effects of Thy most happie Raigne O Vertues Patterne Glorie of our Times Sent of past Dayes to expiate the Crimes Great King but better farre than thou art great Whom State not honours but who honours State By Wonder borne by Wonder first enstall'd By Wonder after to new Kingdomes call'd Young kept by Wonder neare home-bred Alarmes Old sau'd by Wonder from pale Traitours Harmes To bee for this Thy Raigne which Wonders brings A King of Wonder Wonder vnto Kings If Pict Dane Norman Thy smooth Yoke had seene Pict Dane and Norman had Thy Subjects beene If Brutus knew the Blisse Thy Rule doth giue Euen Brutus joye would vnder Thee to liue For Thou Thy People dost so dearlie loue That they a Father more than Prince Thee proue O Dayes to bee desir'd Age happie thrice If yee your Heauen-sent-Good could duelie prize But yee halfe-palsey-sicke thinke neuer right Of what yee