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Englands vvelcome to Iames by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, &c. Wherein is shewed her zealous loue, and reuerent dutie to her soueraigne. Composed into three cantoes.; Englands welcome to James.
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molde What shall I speake of other dead reuiued Or make rehearsall of such obiects sere Of blind and lame of sence and sight depriued He made the dumbe to speake and deafe to heare He fowle infected soules from sinne did cure And vgly vlcer'd Leapers clensed pure When waltring waues and windes would ouerthrow The shaking ships amid the Seas ytost He caus'd the sturdie stormes to stoope below And saued ships and men like to be lost He made the lame in leaping beare his bed And with fiue loaues two fish fiue thousand fed He water wan conuerted into wine He daunted deuills and furies put to flight He for thy sake did let them strangle swine He taught all sorts of men to follow light His workes within no leaues can be enroul'd The ample world his wonders cannot hould Doe what he could his actions did displease His worthy words incurred spotlesse blame No Angell tongue their malice could appease They forged crymes and fained lyes did frame They mercilesse will kill their louing King Who came to shrow'd them vnder mercies wing Lost childe hells slaue Deuils guest did him betray For thee that Lambe was traterously solde The Ethnish doggs and Iewes haule him away They whip him bound vnto a piller colde The mightie maule of death diuell hell and sinne By coined lyes is falselie compast in His fathers wisedome diuine truth is taken God and man heauens lamp and glorious light Is of his owne deciples deare forsaken Is bound and led away as theefe by night He whipped is and beat till from the crowne Tot'h ground red streames of blood distilled downe Stout Gedons Trumpets kept the dreadfull sound His brickle Lanthornes broken shined bright But Christ his trumpe lay smothered in the ground The lamps of light and truth did lacke their light When Iewes their Maister bound away had led Th'Apostles into hollowe caues are fled Now Peters lofty vants and braggs are knowne That mightie mount is rent and shaken sunder A maidens voice the fact hath ouerthrowne A Cocks third cry proclaimes the rocke brought vnder That siluer bell hath lost it sounding tung Which all abroad with praise the Gospell rung The Lambe of God to Pilats hall is brought His dome and iudgement most vniust to haue Where fraud and false surmising witnes sought His worthy words by wresting to depraue They spit through spighte vpon his gracious face And they with blowes and buffets him disgrace When Diuels hell snakes foule fends and furyes fell Had fil'd blasphemous Iewes with poyson rancke Then they with spight contempt and malice swell Within their hearts mischeuous vennome sancke They sound these bloody words in Pilats hall We craue naile him on crosse before vs all They scoffe at him and laugh him vnto scorne And him as King in purple roabe array They spit they spight and crowne his head with thorne In iesting wise on knees all hayle they say They force him also beare a heauie crosse Tot'h place where he redeemed Adams losse They hoyse him vp vpon a filthie mount On crosse both hand and foote they fixed sure Betwixt two theeues whose worse they him account Where he most bitter torments did endure If all the Martirs paines were put in one They all to this should be esteemed none He thirsting on the crosse mans soule to saue Did fainting seeme to them for drinke to call They dreaming that indeed he drinke would haue In place thereof did proffer bitter gall Thus seru'd they him who suffered for thy sake The Lord of all who heauen and earth did make When this was done he yeelded vp the Ghost His soule he to his father did commend He offred vp himselfe a sacred hoast And so his glorious passion made an end All this he did for thee yet thou vnkinde Hast almost rac'd him quite out of thy minde When as the voice ended her long discourse She gaue me leaue a little for to pause Then hauing stood a while quite out of course Was euery thing and I the chiefest cause Nature quite out of course to checke my course Neglect her worke to worke in me remorse Then like a childe which hauing done amisse Doth trembling stand in feare of Maisters rod So did I then and gladly seem'd to kisse The very path where I might praise my God And as the childe doth wish the deed vndone So did I wish I had with him begun The voice which then did lately seeme to chide Did change her chaunt and did new comforts bring Saying oh England thou hast time and tide As yet remaining for to praise heauens King Take time by 'th bush that growes vpon his brow For that being past thou canst not take him now And if thou slip'st him now farewell my hope Thou shalt not haue occasion like to this Not God knowes when wherein will be such scope And cause of comfort where nothing is amisse Hauing wisedomes wealth vertues florishing Which makes thee happy through thy graue wise King Therefore to God which thus hath been thy stay All honour giue praise him eternally With hands and heart vp-throwne see thou dost pray Giue tryple laude vnto his Maiestie Giue praise to God the giuer of thy King In glorying him thou prayseth still thy King Then cease to praise and pray an other space That God may graunt him long and happy daies And prosper all his vertues with his grace That all the world may testifie his praise And that hee 'l send such wisedome from aboue That thou mayst him in dutie serue hee thee in loue This hauing said England said she adue Thinke on my words be sure when I am gone Giue God the praise and thou shalt neuer rue For all ensuing dangers comming on He of his mercie will keepe from thy King If thou to him dost onely glorie sing With that I heard caelestiall harmonie The voice departed straight into the ayre To heauen I thinke for it was heauenlie Sweet of all sweets and fayrest of all fayre Then I remembring what the voice had bod Sung these thankes-giuings to my liuing God A Song of thankes-giuing GOds name be glorifyed who with his heauenly might Hath hell in chiefe and top of pride put to a shamefull flight Who sent his onely Sonne mans sinfull soule to saue Which heere on earth a race did run to sinne a seruing slaue All glory be to God which in my widdow-hood Sent me a husband and a King to cheere my sorrowing moode I humbly therefore pray with praises to thy name That he directly so may liue his deedes may merit fame Powre downe thy heauenly deawe guard him with giftes of grace And triple all his former yeares to guide his Princely Mace Place truth amongst his traine confound all traytrous mindes Amongst the commons plant true zeale to doe as dutie bindes And lastly on my knees J pray my heauenly God From worthy Iames and from his Realme to stay his wrathfull rod. God saue King Iames. FINIS
consent let vs all say Of late there hap't a happie day Therefore reioyce reioyce therefore reioyce sing For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King Let all the true and noble hearts Wherewith England abounds Vnto their King of rarest parts Be loyall subiects found Sing they melodious harmony Sing welcome welcome hartily Therefore reioyce reioyce therefore reioyce and sing For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King The second Canto AS I was singing thus with cheerefull voice The Anticke voice appeares which earst appear'd England quoth she seeing thou hast chiefest choyce Of true Nobilitie and gallant Peeres Why dost forget to recompence their cares Who with their wisedome and their pollicie Kept thee in peace being in miserie If that their wisedomes had not well fore-seene Thy dangers eminent being in distresse When thou hadst lost thy latest Soueraigne Queene Plunging in woe wayling in wretchednesse Lamenting still thy late lost Gouernesse Thou mightst haue falne to some seditious hand Which would haue rac'd thy name and spoil'd thy land Perhaps thou may'st thus foolishly reply They knew my King had right and tytle good Therefore I might liue in securitie Seeing that there was no feare of shedding blood The way to his succession plainly stood If thou sayst thus thou proou'st thy selfe vnwise For he that hath least right will soonest rise For he whose tytle is direct and plaine And needes no varnishing to set it out And hath a spotlesse minde free from disdaine And liues secure not hauing cause to doubt And feares no feare-full foes nor rascall route He soonest is deceiu'd and soonest harm'd For being set on he is found vnarm'd When as the proude set in ambitious throane Which by vnsurping haue obtain'd a crowne Are still in feare neuer are left alone But are persu'd with dangers vp and downe Byting their lips for anger then they frowne Bending their browes thinking't a hellish thing They cannot liue as safe as lawfull King But these I say like to a watchfull snake Neuer dare sleepe but with one open eye For euery doubt doth make their sences quake And feare doth force them oft t' vse crueltie And still perseuer in their tyranie For euery bud which may but danger bring They nip it off when 't is in tender spring Thus feare at al times armed is with force When sweet security is still vnarm'd And tyrants seldome euer brooke remorse When they may gaine by others that are harm'd They care not who be colde so they be warm'd And therefore England thou hast cause to grace Those Noble Peeres which did this feare deface She hauing said I look't and turn'd me round When presently the voyce that spoke was gone I cal'd a Iury and I guilty found My selfe which carelesly had left vndone Those worthy praises which I ought t' haue done Vnto those worthyes which proclaim'd my King Then tooke my Lute and thus againe did sing A Sonnet ALL those which late were wrapt in woe With ioyfull hearts let them come sing Their passed griefe and care let goe Let them reioyce they haue a King Let them say with one ioyfull heart Vertue and wisedome shines in Court Let them giue praises to our Peeres Which thus haue sow'd their wisedomes skill Which haue abandon'd gastly feares And fram'd each thing euen to our will Let them J say with ioy and mirth Be gladsome of bright wisedomes birth Let them giue praise to pollicie Which did fore-cast what should betide And let them in their iollicie And in the prime of all their pride Giue chiefest praise to chiefest wit Let them annex iudgement to it Let them giue praise vnto the olde Whose grand experience makes them graue Whose noble vertues shine like golde Or sparkling Diamond glistring braue Let this be sung sans flatterie For 't longs to our Nobilitie Long had I not thus prais'd my happie state When I was interrupted once againe I then grew angrie cursing cruell fate Which would not let me make my pleasures plaine I lookt about with furious disdaine When I behelde the voice in angry wise Which crying said England thou art not wise Thou art as brutish now as beastly swine Which vnder the broad Beech eates vp her mast Yet to the top their eyes doe neu'r incline Looking from whence it falles they eate so fast This similye before my eyes she cast England saith she giue but attentiue eare And in an other tune thou shalt me heare The third Canto in a differing verse THen grasping hard my conscience by the hand England quoth she tho' art now in happie case Thou hast a vertuous King t'gouerne thy land And grauest wisedome flowes in euerie place Thou dost reioyce and to them praises sing Yet dost forget the giuer of thy King Gods Sonne his fathers glorious shine who raignes In statelie throne earthes prop heauens mightie stay Whome furies feare and deuils in dragging chaines Whome men and beastes and Angels bright obay Twise borne who as a Gyant tooke his race From heauen was borne for thee in stable base He laide in cribbe new borne thy state lamented He wept for thee yfram'd of lumpish clay His head which earth and haughtie heauen inuented In stable vile on stonie pillow lay Thy King heauens Queene in homelie cloutes did holde Not wrapt in roabes be-wrought with wouen golde According to the law the Octane day His tender flesh with knife of stone was shred The auncient ryte he would not disobay For thee with paine his purple bloud was shed He death of death and conquerour of sinne Thy sauing health at first did thus beginne Through tyrants rage he could not rest in manger Ambition powred out a bloudie shower He fled through desarts wilde a wandring stranger Exylde to Aegipt in his tender flower From cribbe to caue he toyl'd to Nilus strand And thence with paine reiourn'd to Iewish land What did he heere his parents he obayes He wept for thee he watched night and day With eyes and hands to heauen vp-throwne he prayes He sought no pompe no rest no earthlie sway His light his life his deedes did others teach Vntill such time as he must goe to preach Where is his home where is a place of rest Repos'd for him wherein to lay his head The little bird can frame a quiet nest The wylie Fox can haunt a resting stead From cribbe to crosse whiles breath in him remaines He found no rest but trouble toyle and paines This King thy priest and Prince of happie peace Through Iewries land did trauell too and fro To cure both sicke and sore he did not cease No raging storme could hinder him to go Where he might worke his fathers worthy will And with lifes foode might soule and body fill An Angels trumpe from heauen proclaim'd his name Iesus who came lost Adams impes to saue Whose wondrous actes deserues eternall fame He Lazarus reuiued from the graue Whose stincking coarse and rotten carkas colde Foure daies and nights was couered in the