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A11094 Aue Cæsar. = God saue the King The ioyfull ecchoes of loyall English hartes, entertayning his Maiesties late ariuall in England. With an epitaph vpon the death of her Maiestie our late Queene. Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630? 1603 (1603) STC 21364; ESTC S110750 3,865 18

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Aue Caesar. God saue the King The ioyfull Ecchoes of loyall English hartes entertayning his Maiesties late ariuall in England With an Epitaph vpon the death of her Maiestie our late Queene Our weeping eyes do bath Elizaes Tombe Our louing hartes yeelde Iames her Princely roome LONDON Printed for W F. and G L. and are to be sold in Popes-hed Ally neare the Exchange 1603. Aue Caesar. EVen as the Sunne from foorth a watry dowd That late wel ny had drownd the world with r●ine Breakes with his brightnes through that lable s●●●wd Drying the moysture from earth's face againe Reuiuing that by his kind Influence Which had decay'd by Waters violence So Vertues Sunne great Monarch of these ●sles Thy splendant rayes haue wrought the like effect Our teares thou hast conuerted into smiles To greater loves then ere we could expect The wit o'man mans weake vnable wit Admires the power of Heauen in working it That hand which came vnto vs with a rod And tooke away our peace-preseruing Queene That Scepter-giuer Crowne-disposing God In doubt and dread his mercie plac'd betweene And where our sinnes for vengaunce vengaunce cri'd Compassion lay'd the sword of Wrath aside As Esaw wish'd for Isaacks dying day And sayd the dayes of sorrowing are at hand My Father dead I will my Brother slay So did the bloody Esawes of this land Whose plots to more then wishes did extende For many wayes they did attempt her ende But neuer could the Deui'll by his perswasion Effect his purpose to her ouerthrow Not Poyson Dagger Pistoll nor inuasion Could make dayes short where heauen would yeeres bestow He that of life doth number euery hower Will put lifes lymits in no humane power Death came vnto her hauing Gods Commission That she to heauen her progresse must commence For to this world she came vpon condition To leaue the same when God did call from hence Her Kingdome heere was varying by succession But that 's a Kingdome endlesse in possession It were ingratefull to forget the peace The plentie and the great prosperitie The manifold great blessings and encrease In foure and fourtie yeeres felicitie Vnder the Scepter of our gratious Princesse Our peace-preseruing world admired Empresse If Dauid mourned for the death of Saul And did the people therevnto prepare Haue not we cause to become mourners all For her with whom King Saul was no compare Although some vertues in him might be found They were small Starres her Sun-shine did abound In Scarlet he did Israels Daughters cloth And ornaments of Gold vnto them gaue But shee adorned soule and body both With richest clothing that a Realme can haue There is a Garment hath a Wedding name Most happy guest that can put on the same That glorious habit hath her soule put on And in the Court of Heu'n is resident Where all sing prayse to him sits on the throne The King of Kings and God omnipotent There rest faire Soule thy Body heere abide Thy fame flie through the world both farre and wide An Epitaph on the death of her most Royall Maiestie our late Queene SAcred Celestiall Deities Diuine Mortall 's that do proceed of humane line All you that know what griefes and sorrowes bee Come and teare-wash an E●p●e●e I ombe with mee Melpomene thou tragike dolefull Muse Put on some blacke which thou did'st neuer vse And in the saddest Sable can be had Let all thy Sisters in the like be clad Ther liquid Pearles in plentie we must borrow Because it is no common vsuall sorrow The Phenix of the World to Heauen is flowne And of her Ashes there remeyneth none The Pellican that did her young-ones good Hath yeelded all her vitall streames of blood Cynthia that gaue the World a glorious shine Shall neuer more be seene with mortall eyen The fayrest Rose the sweetest Princely Flower Lyes with'red now by Death's coold nipping power You spirits of the highest Element You heauenly sparkes of wit with one consent Conioyne and from the treasurie of Artes Giue honour to the Queene of good-desartes The reuerent Lady Nurse of all our Land That sway'd a Sword like Iudeth's in her hand The Debora that iudged Israell Whose blessed actions God did prosper well She that did neuer purpose wrong to any Though iniuries to her were done by many She that no longer rule on earth did craue Then best and most desired she might haue She that with Mercyes winges adorn'd her Throne And yet with Iustice ballance sate thereon Report her Prayse to all haue eares to heare it Sound out her Fame as farre as Fame can beare it Let from the Earth her fame to Heauen sounde Let from the Heauen her fame to Earth rebounde Let through the Ocean waues pronounce the same And whiriing windes be agentes of her Fame Let Heauen Aire the Ocean and the Earth With Ecchoes sound blessed Elizabeth Yea let the very Stones where shee shall lie Tell ages following this of ours gone by Within our marble armes we do enclose The virgin Queene the White and Red-crown'd Rose That rul'd this Realme so happy fourtie fowre As neuer Prince did raigne the like before From Men with Sainctes shee liues in high esteeme Seated in blisse which best doth her esteeme S. R. STay Sorrowes there about Elizaes Tombe From whence with hopefull hartes we now retire Let Griefe yeeld place and giue our Ioyes some rome To entertaine the King of our desire IAMES first of England and of Scotland sixt He hath our mourninges with all comforts mixt Our honorable true Nobilitie Most high renowmed Worthies of the Land Haue shew'd their loyall true fidelitie Conioyn'd by God aswell in hart as hand These are carefull proppes and pillers of our Nation Haue giuen Caesar right by Proclamation And who is he that doth not giue consent With hart-pronounced sound God saue the King Vnlesse it be some Villian malecontent That mischiefe to his Country seekes to bring He that repineth at the Lordes Annoynted Like to a Traytor let him be disioynted Neuer did King set foote on English ground With more applaw'd then our renowmed Iames For as great ioyes within our hartes abound As euer were contay'd in all his Realmes Our loues to him the eyes of heau'n doth see Sound as the subiectes should to Soueraigne bee Not great King Henrie second of that name When with his royall Nauie he did sayle The rude and barb'rous Irishmen to tame Where most victoriously he did preuayle Subduing them vnder his Scepters length By honourable valour Martiall strength Nor his sonne Richard Lyon-harted King That deedes of Armes in other landes pursew'd Could cause more ioy from peoples hartes to spring When they return'd from Countries they subdew'd In entertayning them to Englands shore Where tonges did shew what harts the subiects bore Nor yet fift Henry's comming out of Fraunce From those high deedes that there he vndertooke Nor 's Father whom desartes did so aduaunce The peoples deare beloued Bullenbrooke Could haue more loue ready prepard