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A marriage triumphe Solemnized in an epithalamium, in memorie of the happie nuptials betwixt the high and mightie Prince Count Palatine. And the most excellent princesse the Lady Elizabeth. Written by Thomas Heywood.
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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A MARRIAGE TRIVMPHE SOLEMNIZED IN AN EPITHALAMIVM In Memorie of the happie Nuptials betwixt the High and Mightie Prince Count PALATINE And the most Excellent Princesse the Lady ELIZABETH Written By THOMAS HEYWOOD Tufestas Hymenas 〈◊〉 tu Gratiaflores Elige tu geminas Co 〈…〉 dianecte Coronas LONDON Printed for Edward Marchant and are to be sold at his Shoppe in Pauls Church-yard ouer against the Crosse. 1613. To the most Excellent and most admired Princesse the Ladie ELIZABETH WHom Heauen with all Choise Graces hath endow'd Whom both the Angels praise and men admire On whom her Maker hath his bounty show'd Where nothing wants that mortall can desire Whose beauties are as farre beyond compare As are her inward vertues of the mind But in that height vnmatchably so rare We on the Earth her equall cannot finde Her Parents Ioy the Peeres selected pleasure The peoples admiration Kingdomes wonder Of forraine climes the praise of ours the treasure May this daies sacred vnion neuer sunder That whilst we daily of high Heauen importune We may be in your Royall issue blest You may still grow in bewtie vertue fortune So with your fame our ioyes may be increast Proue thou a Prophet Muse say t' is decreed All Christendome shall florish in your seed Your Graces most humbly deuoted Thomas Heywood An Epithilamion OR NVPTIALL SONG CONSECRATED TO THE HAPPY MEMORY OF THE ROYAL AND MAGNIFICENT Espousals betwixt the High and Mighty Prince FREDERICKE the Fift Count Palatine Duke of Bauaria Prince Elector to the Empire c. and Knight of the most Honourable Order of the Garter and the most Excellent and euery-way accomplished Princesse the Lady ELIZABETH sole daughter to the High and most Puissant IAMES by the grace of God King of Great Brittaine France and Ireland c. Defender of the Faith and the most Vertuous and Admirable Lady Queene ANNE NOvv the wet Winter of our teares are past And see the cheerefull Spring appeares at last Now we may calculate by the Welkins racke Aeolus hath chaste the Clouds that were so blacke And th' are beyond the Hiperboreans runne That haue so late eclipst Great Brittaines Sonne O thou my Muse that whilome maskt in sable Exclaiming on the fates and chance vnstable Accusing Phisicke and her want of skill And Natures hard-heart that her owne would kill On Death and hîs fell tyranny exclaiming Chance Fortune Destiny and all things blaming Inueighing against howres daies months and time That cropt so sweet a blossome in his prime Against Mortality that could not saue So choyce a Gemme from th'all-deuouring graue But most against the cause Brittaines Transgressions That so soone cal'd him to that heauenly Sessions Where from this earthy Mansion being translated He now for ay remaines a Prince instated No more let vs our ancient griefes pursue Or the swift torrent of our teares renue No more let vs with clamors fill the sky Or make th' heauens eccho to each dole full cry No more disturbe his soft sleepe since 't is best We wake him not from his eternall rest Yet who could blame my Muse that did lament To see so faire a branch so rudely rent From such a stately and broad-bearing tree That might haue borne like fruit For who to see So rich a treasure in a moment wasted Such goodly fruit not fully ripe yet blasted So rich a roab so soone dispoild as worne Such generall hopes desâ—roid as soone as borne But with impartiall iudgements must confesse No Muse that can sing but could shrieke no lesse Those that loue day must thinke it much too soone To see the glorious Sunne to set at noone And none but such as hate the cherefull light Murderers and Th 〈…〉 es at mid-day with it night Is it because we breake the Gods decree That Tantalus we are punisht like to thee Thou that their secrets durst presume to tell Art with perpetuall hunger plagu'd in hell Yet sundry delicates before thee stand Which thou maist reach not coÌ„passe with thy hand So haue the Gods dealt with vs for some crime To let vs see the glory of our time As a faire marke at which the world might gaze And put the wondring Nations in a maze But as we stretch our hands to reach our ioy They snatch it hence and all our hopes destroy But now my Muse shake off this gloomy sorrow And a bright saffron roab from Mymen borrow Thou that before in Rauens plumes didst sing Now get thee feathers from the Swans white wing And take an equall flight with Venus Doues To tune soft layes of Nuptials and sweet Loues For now me thinkes I youthfull Tython see The day Aurora that he married thee The expected howre was come the Matrons shine In glistring roabes th' old men as if Diuine Apparreld in rich purple them betweene seene The sprightly Youths and beauteous Nymphes are At length the blushing Bride comes with her haire Disheuel'd'bout her shoulders none so faire In all that Beuie though it might appeare The choycest beauties were assembled there She enters with a sweet commanding grace Her very presence paradic'd the place Her modest blush amongst the Ladies spred And cast on all their Cheekes a shame-fast red How could they chuse their looks that seeme diuine Before she came eclipst are at her shine They all are darkned when she 'gins t' appeare And spread her beames in her Illustrious spheare All eyes are fixt on her the youthfull fry Amazed stand at her great Maiesty The Nymphs and Maids both enuy and admire Her matchlesse beauty state and rich attire The grauer Matrons stand amaz'd with wonder The Fathers as if strooke with Ioues sharpe thunder Confounded are as neuer hauing seene In their long trace of yeares so faire a Queene Not Hecuba when Priam came to Thrace To court her for his Queene could giue the place Such ornament not Spartan Hellen knew To attire her person in a forme so true Had Perseus in his airy progresse spide This picture to the marble rocke fast tide For her he would haue fought and as a pray To the Sea-monster left Andromeda Had Paris seene her he had nere crost the flood Hellen had beene vnrapte Troy still had stood Had Thetis sonne beheld her when he saw Polyxena nothing should him with-draw From dreadfull battle he had shin'd in steele And not vnarm'd beene wounded in the heele Had Iuno Venus or Minerua when They stroue for maistery seene this Lady then As vanquisht they had left to her the Ball Which from his starry throne great Ioue let fall But wherefore on her glories doe I dwell Whose state my Muse vnable is to tell To a bright Iuory Chaire the Bride they bring VVhilst all the people Io Paean sing Now see from forth another stately Arch Of the great palace the braue Bride-groome march A louely youth vpon whose face appeares True signes of man-hood yet he for his yeares And beauty such a generall name hath wonne They take him all for Venus
God That swayes the Ocean with his three-tin'd rod Would feast these Nuptials with his various cheere And nothing thinke that the Sea holds too deere Because that as the Heauens gaue free assent With th' Earth to fill these Bridals with content Euen so the Seas their bounties would afford With seasonable Cates to Crowne their bord Bacchus hath cut his most delicious Vine And sent it through his swiftest Riuer Rhine Least to these Bridals it might come too late Which Brittaine with such joy doth celebrate What Plannet Starre Fate Influence or Spheere But in their operatiue powers hold deere These faire Espousals Is there vertue grace Or any goodnesse but doth claime chiefe place In these great triumphs Can the Heauens afford Blessings that doe not Crowne this bridall bord Can man deuise or of the Gods importune A choice selected good or speciall fortune Which heer 's not frequent 'mongst the Saints diuine Be euer henceforth crown'd Saint Valentine Of all thy hallowings let not this be least That thy Saints day is honour'd with this feast Thou hast the fauour to lead in the Spring And to thy feastiue Eue the birds first sing With joy that Winter doth the Earth for sake Vpon this day they each one chuse his make Couple in paires and first begin t' inquire Where they may pearch to quench the raging fire Of their hot loues where they may safely build And from the bitter stormes their yong ones shield Vntill there naked bodies be ful plum'd And that with their fledgd wings they haue assumed Courage and strength that when the season 's faire They with their careful Dams may proue the Ayre Learne euerie of you a new Nuptiall Lay To Solemnize the triumphs of this day Your mourneful straines to sadder fates assigne Now with glad notes salute Saint Valentine For in this sacred and melodious quire The Angels will beare part t is their desire To haue this combination shrild so hie That Heauen may Eccho with the melodie And now me thinks I from a Cherubs tongue Heare this applausiue Hymne most sweetly sung A Nuptiall Hymne NOw 's the glad and cheerefull day Phoebus doth his beames display And the faire Bride forth to lead Makes his torch their Nuptial Tead O thou Apollo bright Lend vs thy cherefull light That thy glorious Orb of fire We more freely may admire But when seated in thy pride Thou behold'st the louely Bride Enuie not when thou dost find Thy one eye by her two strokeblind Thou art eclipst this day By a new Cynthia Who though on earth shee keepe her Sphere Yet shines as faire as bright as cleere If in clouds thou maske thy face Blushing at thy owne disgrace Or cast aside thy glistering Rayes When she once her eyes We shall neglect thee quite Thy powre thy heat thy light Nor shall we misse thee being gone Hauing two Sunnes for thy one T'seemes when I this couple see Thy Sister I behold and thee When you both were nurst long while By Lâ—â—â—â— in Dâ—â—â—s Isle But the faire Sunne and Moone Were there deliuered soone Iust as I see these two grac't On Earth So you in Heauen were plac't Equally shine in the Spheares In like beautie and like yeares No sinister fate betide The faire Bridgroome and the Bride O neuer may blacke cloud Two such bright lusters shroud From the Worlds Eye but still shine Till fate make you both diuine He a Prince is grauely yong Catoes head and Tullies tongue Nereus shape Vlisses braine Had he with these Nestors raine Inioying all the rest Of heauen that we request That they likewise would afford To manage these a Hectors sword Had great Ioue beheld this Queene When Europa first was seene O're the Seas he had not brought her Nor Aegenor left his daughter Europe that spatious ground Through the World so renown'd Had lost her stile and ere her death It had beene cal'd Elizabeth Had she then liu'd Danae should Haue di'd an Ancresse showers of gold Had not rain'd downe her to Intrap All had beene powred in your lap Io had neuer beene The great Aegyptian Queene But for a Godesse after death They had ador'd Elizabeth Could a fairer Saint be shrin'd Worthier to bee deuin'd You equall her in vertues fame From whom you receiu'd your name Englands once shining star Whose bright beames spread so far Who but did lament the death Of that good Queene Elizabeth To none I better may compare Your sweet selfe then one so rare Like grac't you are from aboue You succeed her in her loue As you enjoy her name Likewise possesse her fame For that alone liues after death So shall the name Elizabeth Whil'st the Flower de Luyce we see With our Lions quartered be The white Lion keepe his place Dauids Harpe retaine his grace Whil'st these vnited are Despight all forraine warre Foure great Kingdomes after death Shall memorise Elizabeth May that name be raised hie Nor in the femall issue die A joyfull and glad mother proue Protected by the Powers aboue That from the Royall line Which this day doth combine With a braue Prince no fate no death Extinguish may Elizabeth May the Branches spread so far Famous both in peace and war That the Roman Eagle may Be Instated some blest day Despight of Romes proud brags Within our English flags To reuiue you after death That we may praise Elizabeth That when your hie Crest is borne By the faire white Vnicorne The Wild-man the Greyhound and Fierce Dragon that supporters stand With Lions red and white Which with the Harpe vnite Then the Faulcon joyn'd with these May the Roman Eagle seize All the Nymphs straw sundry poses Made of Red and of white Roses On her Bed wait all the Graces Maideâ— to 〈…〉 In ti 〈…〉 To 〈…〉 Frederick and 〈…〉 One p 〈…〉 s 〈…〉 FINIS