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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry Another Margaret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margaret spring Who by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our King To haue married to his Sonne would haue beene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death said nay Which onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring When he his sonne married to th' heire of France Isbell by whom since all our Kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of thē haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent With second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they dyed then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert nam'd whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt King Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In marriage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourh Edward King From both whom great'st Margaret of all descended From whom fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all VVhich euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament XVII POEM Or Panegyricke to my Soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great Oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc't round about with rockes from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft beene torne And greatest wounds by her owne blowes hath borne But all the fractions now which man did make Since it in one whole number nature gaue Are added vp and brought to one great stake And being all sum'de vp one totall haue For Brittaine now to all the diuidend In one whole quotient all doth comprehend For thou the Monarch of this westerne I le Now all her shiuered parts hast brought together Spreading thy Empires wings eight hundred mile In length and foure in breadth there staying neither But ore old Oceans breast thy arme doth stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iuda thou the Tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did runne amaine Is now dride vp that euery Tribe may well To other go thou hast broke downe the wall Which Adrian made and which we Picticke call Thou vertues Orbe where Fame is still ascendent And neuer can her highest auge attaine Conqueror of all hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bountious deeds the euer-running spring To many wealth to all dost gladnesse bring The Muses dearling who with golden Pen And silu'red tongue thy princely mind canst tell In whom learning a Princes richest Iemme Both humane and diuine abounding dwell The great contriuer of this triple I le To one Imperiall Diadem and stile The royall product of the princely Doue Which Englands Noah from peaces Arke sent forth After warres deluge who Oliue branch of loue Dost bring with thee in thy returne from North How ioyfully did Brittaine reach her hand To take thee in t ' the Arke of this her land With great Eliza glory of her owne Wonder of future times true Churches nurse The ancient faiths reuiuer on whom were shewne Heauens blessings all mens prayers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sunne did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our summers peace did close at her cold death VVithout warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seem'd to be Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble Conquerors blood VVhich euer in any part with warlike feete Of this great Iles circumference haue stood With thy faire Queene a sea whither do runne Streames of all royall blood of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring Whereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great off-springs both of many a Noble King An antidote sh ' against this lands annoy In whose milde lookes hath princely maiestie A marriage made with modest courtesie She vertues booke bound in a golden couer Wherein nature hath writ with Gods owne quill All beauties learning where thou her true louer Maist reade sweete lectures of delight at will And on the frame of whose diuinest feature All graces shine that can be in a creature Sprung of a double knit to a triple King Late quadruple the holy number Three Gratefull to God did seeme more apt to bring Peace to this Land with loue and vnity Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beauty makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starrs do raise Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all our praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy blisse and gaine Heere endeth the Poems I. DEVICE A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors house 1601. A Marriner with a Boxe vnder his arme contayning all the seuerall things following supposed to come from the Carrick came into the Presence singing this Song CYnthia Queene of Seas and Lands That fortune euery where commands Sent forth fortune to the Sea To try her fortune euery way There did I fortune meet which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King All the Nymphs of Thetis traine Did Cinthias fortunes entertaine Many a Iewell many a Iem Was to her fortune brought by them Her fortune sped so well as makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King Fortune that it might be seene That she did serue a

royall Queene A franke and royall hand did beare And cast her fauors euery where Some toyes fell to my share which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King And the Song ended he vttred this short speech GGd saue you faire Ladies all and for my part if euer I be brought to answere my sinnes God for giue my sharking and lay vsury to my charge I am a Marriner and am now come from ihe sea where I had the fortune to light vpon these few tristes I must confesse I came but lightly by them but I no sooner had them but I made a vow that as they came to my hands by Fortune so I would not part with them but by Fortune To that end I euer since carried these Lots about me that if I met with fit company I might deuide my booty among them And now I thanke my good Fortunes I am lighted into the best company of the world a company of the fairest Ladyes that euer I saw Come Ladies try your fortunes and if any light vpon an vnfortunate Blanke let her thinke that Fortune doth but mock her in these tristes and meanes to pleasure her in greater matters The Lots 1 Fortunes Wheele FOrtune must now no more on triumph ride The wheeles are yours that did her Chariots guide 2 A Purse You thriue or would or may your Lots a Purse Fill it with gold and you are nere the worse 3 A Maske Want you a Maske heere Fortune giues you one Yet nature giues the Rose and Lilly none 4 A looking glasse Blinde Fortune doth not see how faire you be But giues a glasse that you your selfe may see 5 A Hankerchiefe Whether you seeme to weepe or weepe indeed This Hand-kerchiefe will stand you well in steed 6 A plaine Ring Fortune doth lend you hap it well or ill This plaine gold Ring to wed you to your will 7 A Ring with this Poesie As faithfull as I find Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light And yet the words do hit your humour right 8 A paire of Gloues Fortune these Gloues to you in challenge sends For that you loue not fooles that are her friends 9 A dozen of Points You are in euery point a louer true And therefore Fortune giues the points to you 10. A Lace Giue her the Lace that loues to be straightlac'd So Fortunes little gift is aptly plac'd 11 A paire of Kniues Fortune doth giue these paire of Kniues to you To cut the thred of loue if 't be not true 12 A Girdle By Fortunes Girdle you may happy be But they that are lesse happy are more free 13 A payre of writing Tables These Tables may containe your thoughts in part But write not all that 's written in your heart 14 A payre of Garters Though you haue Fortunes Garters you must be More staid and constant in your steps then she 15 A Coife and Crosse cloth Frowne in good earnest or be sick in iest This Coife and Crosse-Cloth will become you best 16 A Scarfe Take you this Scarfe bind Cupid hand and foote So loue must aske you leaue before hee shoote 17 A Falling Band. Fortune would make you rise yet guides your hand From other Lots to take the falling band 18. A Stomacher This Stomacher is full of windowes wrought Yet none through them can see into your thought 19 A paire of Sizzers These Sizzers do your huswifery bewray You loue to worke though you are borne to play 20. A Chaine Because you scorne loues Captiue to remaine Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a Chaine 21 Prayer Booke Your Fortune may prooue good another day Till Fortune come take you a booke to pray 22. A Snuftkin T is Summer yet a Snuftkin is your Lot But t' will be winter one day doubt you not 23. A Fanne You loue to see and yet to be vnseene Take you this Fanne to be your beauties skreene 24. A paire of Bracelets Lady your hands are fallen into a snare For Cupids manicles these Bracelets are 25 A Bodkin Euen with this Bodkin you may liue vnharmed Your beauty is with vertue so well armed 26 A Necklace Fortune giues your faire neck this lace to weare God grant a heauier yoke it neuer beare 27. A Cushinet To her that little cares what Let she wins Chance giues a little Cushinet to stick pinnes 28. A Dyall The Dyal's yours watch time least it be lost Yet they must lose it that doth watch it most 29 A Nutmeg with a blanke Parchment in it This Nutmeg holds a Blanke but chance doth hide it Write your owne wish and Fortune will prouide it 30 Blanke Wot you not why Fortune giues you no prize Good faith she saw you not she wants her eyes 31 Blanke You are so dainty to be pleasz'd God wot Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot 32 Blanke T is pitty such a hand should draw in vaine Though it gaine nought yet shall it pitty gaine 33 Blanke Nothing 's your Lot that 's more then can be told For nothing is more precious then gold 34 Blanke You faine would haue but what you cannot tell In giuing nothing Fortune serues you well Sir I.D. II. DEVICE Inscriptions Thesbe YE wofull Sires whose causelesse hate hath bred Griefe to your selues death to my loue and me Let vs not be dis-ioyn'd when we are dead Though we aliue conioyn'd could neuer bee Though cruell starres denide vs two one bed Yet in one tombe vs two intombed see Like as the dart was one and one the knife That did begin our loue and end our life Clytemnestra to her sonne Orestes comming to kill her for murthering his father Agamemnon HOld hold thy hand vile sonne of viler mother Death I deserue but O not by thy knife One parent to reuenge wilt thou kil tother And giues her death that gaue thee wretch thy life Furies will plague thy murthers execrable Stages will play thee and all mothers curse thee To wound this wombe or breast how art thou able When the one did beare thee and the other nurse thee AIAX THis sword is mine or will Laertes sonne Win this as he Achilles armour wonne This sword which you O Greeks oft bath'd haue known In Troian bloud I le now bath in mine owne This fearefull brest which all my enemies fierce Haue left vnpierst now I my selfe will pierce So men shall say Aiax to none did yeeld But t'Aiax selfe and Aiax Aiax kild ROMVLVS NO common wombe was fit me forth to bring But a pure virgin Priest child to a King No mortall father worthy was to breede me Nor humane milke was fierce enough to feed me Therefore the God of war by wonder bred me And a Shee-Wolfe by no lesse wonder fed me In fine the Gods because earth was too base T' entombe me dead did me in heauen place Fabritius Curio who refused gold of the Samnites and discouered to King Pyrrhus his

He that beares heauen beares no such weight I trow Thenot. Hath he such skill in making all aboue And hath no skill to get or Wealth or Loue Perin Praise is the greatest prise that Poets gaine A simple gaine that feedes them ne're a whit The wanton Lasse for whom he bare such paine Like running water loues to change and flit But if thou list to heare a sorry fit Which Cuddy could in dolefull verse endite Blow thou thy pipe while I the same recite Thenot. Gin when thou list all be my skill but small My forward mind shall make amends for all Perin Ye Nimphs that bath your bodies in this spring Your tender bodies white as driuen snow Ye virgins chast which in this groue doe sing Which neither griefe of Loue nor death do know So may your streames run cleere for aye So may your trees giue shade alway D●part a space And giue me place To waile with griefe my restlesse woe alone For feare my cryes Constraine your eyes To shed forth teares and help lament my mone And thou my Muse that whilome wont to ease Thy M●sters mind with l●ies of sweete delight Now change those tunes no ioy my heart can please Gone is the day come is the darksome night Our Sunne close hid in clouds doth lie We liue indeed but liuing die No light we see Yet wander wee We wander farre and neare without a guide And all astray VVe loose our way For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside Ye shepheards boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheep feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end of all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy VVilley is dead That wont to lead Our flockes and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could he sing VVell dance and spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nymphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinkes I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden lockes his Lawrell Crowne And so to raise Our Willies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thought his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies pipe they made account He song they seem'd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire Mo ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathles corps lies on the beare That selfesame hand that rest his life Hath turn'd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy dayes And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with a true-loues knot addrest And all that e●st thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe wherof shal aye remaine The sun so bright That falls to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas our Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares about the bankes The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The Beasts vnfed goe mourning all in rankes The sunne denies the earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The Birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The Medowes greene A chang haue seene And florn hides her pale disfigured face Watch now ye shepheards Boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our willie still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazed stood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both pipe and Skill The sisters spill So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flattring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rauening Wolues do ict in Weathers skin We deem'd our Willy aye should liue So sweete a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweete to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come ye Shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe do●ing Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reedes be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my De●re All Pipe and song I vtterly forsweare Thenot. Alack and weladay may shepheards cry Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his ruefull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest our smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sorry looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that streem'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest To teares thou wouldst haue melted with the rest But hie we homeward night approacheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skyes appeare A. W. IX PASTORALL Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heard man sit by me And rune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnder neath this Willow tree To shield the hot Sun shine where I haue made my sūmer bower For proose of Summer beame And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames Where gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behind That should her garland dight And she