to please With all the loue-alurements of the Seas Yet all doe not so much as moue one smile An anxious sorrow soone discouer'th guile Yet he vvill guid guard her grieuing streames Whom at her entry in the vvished Thames He leaues and vowes in discontent to mourne Till fairest Forth back to the Sea returne Her sister her receiues vvith kind imbrace Their liquid armes clasping they interlace In loue so straight they cannot be vntwinde They seeme both one in body and in minde O happy vnion labour'd long in vaine Reseru'd by God to Iames his ioyfull raigne And Anne's O blessed couple so esteem'd By all fore-knowing Ioue that He them deem'd Worthie each other and to vveare that Iemme Blest Britaines now vnited Diademe He esteem'd none vvorthy to wear 't before them But kept it still in store for to decore them How did He suffer those two kingdomes try All open power and priuate policie Yet still increased discord others force Made seperation greater su'd diuorce How did one teare the other spare no toyle To bath in blood the neighbours fertill soile Wrath discord malice enuy rapiny strife Thefts rapes and murderous mischieues were so rife None liu'd secure while each King did protect The others fugitiues for his respect Thus looking for no rest or end of hate But with the ruine of the aduerse State God he effects it that to him alone We might ascribe the honour and being one We might loue better Twixt vnited foes And seperated friends loue and hate growes To greatest heights And for this end doth raise Vsing the meanes the honour of his dayes Great Iames the ioy presaging Northrene starre Whose radiant light illuminates so farre As it doth warme with its all-quickning-beames The frozen-loue betwixt the Tay and Thames With wonder and delight drawing all hearts And eyes to loue and see his Princely parts And what is strange who hated most before With admiration most his worth adore Wishing they were his subiects He is King Already of their hearts the poyson'd sting Of rancor is remoou'd for loue they call him And with their kingdoms ornaments install him Great confidence his vertous life must bring Whom such old foes loue forces make their King Where vvas ere heard of emulating foes Rooted in hate with others ouerthrowes Such and so long that did their wrath apease And yeeld won but by loue to right as these Yet doe they not repent they finde report Sometime is vvrong'd and may indeed come short In commendations yet it s rare as here For she 's a woman and by kinde vvill beare More then she should but his last subiects find Themselues with Saba's Queen of self-same mind That fame though saying by beliefe had wrong'd Two Kings not telling halfe to each that long'd For England heard not nor could it haue thought That Scotlands king such wonders could haue wrought Long may he liue and die vvell full of yeares And vvhen his death shall draw vs dry vvith teares On Brittaines Throne may his seed euer raigne Till Christ doe come to iudge the vvorld againe Who vvould haue thought from the Scot-hated Dane Whom vanquish'd England so much did disdaine Opprest with base succesion they did turne Being freed Lord-dane to lurdane for a scorne Who would haue thought I say frō Dane should spring One vvho from Scots and English eyes should vvring Such hearty teares must not her worth be much Since we doe find its-loue-effects proue such Hovv great that worth in such such loue could breed O let it liue for euer in her seed And let that loue in our hearts neuer die But euer liue to her Pesteritie And those sweet streames her mate and she conbinde In loue O let their armes be nere vntwinde From kind imbraces and though now their greetings Be not so ioyfull as at other meetings Yet is their loue all one they take one part The one ioyes not the other sad at heart They surfeit now in sorrow then in pleasure Ioy then exceeds griefe now is aboue measure To honour Charles our hope vvhen they met last How did they rob each meadow as they past Of sweets each banke a posie did bestovv Of fairest flowers that on his brim did grovv These such like they brought from euery part And gratulations from each subiects heart They swell'd vvith pride rising in loftly vvaues And all the neighbour bordring banks out-braues Their fishes frolick'd showing ioy by gesture The waters vvantonizing vvoo'd their Maister So fast their billowes 'bout his blest barge throng'd They hurt themselues oft oft their fellowes vvrong'd Each vvould be first on others backs some ride Some vnder others slippry shoulders slide Though beat with oares yet vvill they not turne backe For they their humble prostrate homage make The Sun then guilt each glistring-glassie-coat Those Marin-masquers wore dans'd bout his boat Who by the musicke measur'd not their paces Deaf'd vvith a confus'd cry from diuerse places Of maidens matrons aged men and boyes Which from each quarter made a confus'd noyse Of hearty Aue's vvelcomming their Prince Eccho vvith answering tyrd was mute still since The Citie with the suburbs did appeare Like a large Theater vvhen he came neare Each window wall each turret top and steeple Was fild with euery age sex sort of people So as some thought vvho earst had neuer seene Such numbers that the buildings all had beene Of Imagry contriu'd by cunning Art For on the ground the Brewer in his cart The Sculler Carman and the baser sort Seem'd strong and rudely caru'd clownes to support The stately frame Maides Prentises and groomes Made shop-dore window stale and lower roomes The batlements house-couerings and the leads As tyles or slates young boyes girles ore-spreads The middle roomes all round about the Thames Which Ladies held and choiser Citie-Dames Such tooke for spaces vvhich faire statues held Where Caruer and the Painter both exceld So pure complexions these seem'd made by Art As Nature neuer did the like impart To louely youth The large low open breast Full white round swelling azure-vain'd increast The error for they thought none liuing vvould Lay out such parts for all eyes to behold So curious were the colours which vvere showne As Nature hardly could from Art be knowne So that they could adiudge them due to neither But participles taking part of either Yet all by voyce and gesture seemed glad Wonder it was to see a thing looke sad Now it s not so the offrings are but teares The sighes and groanes of Brittaines blest-reft sheres Are now the acclamations these two streames Compounded waters of mixt sorrow seemes Yet walke they hand in hand with equall pace T'wards that late pleasant but now pensiue place Where sorrow sutedin a sable weed Doth vvith a mourning vaile each heart ore-spread And Phoebus for to make the world and minde To vveare one liuery all his beames confinde Dimming each eye in darknesse of the night Either asham'd to mourne in open
TWO ELEGIES On the late death of our Soueraigne Queene Anne With Epitapsies Written by Patrick Hannay M of Arts. LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes 1619. To the most Noble Prince Charles DIsdaine not Sir this offering which I make Although the incense smoke doth towre so black Northink my fires faint cause they darkly shine Tapers burne dimme are set before a shrine Some better hap to haue their first fruite glad This Common woe maskes mine in mourning shade Ana's strange You solely left for our reliefe For salue doe prooue a cor'siue to our griefe Weigh what it is to adde to those opprest Then by Your woe ours shall not be increast I grant nor Sonne nor Subiect good can smother Griefe for so great and good a Queen Mother Yet moderate this sorrow as you reseene to vse in Joy so vse in griefe a meane Ore match thy matchlesse selfe that all may see Her courage worth and loue doth liue in Thee Then may this pen which with teares drawes my â—â—aint In gold Thy glorious actions after paint Your Highnesse most humble seruant Patrick Hannay The first Elegie AS doth a Mother who before her eyes Her Ages hope her onely Sonne espies Butcher'd bathing still in bloody strands Rauisht with sudden griefe amazed stands Nor weepes nor sighes nor lets one teare distill But with fixt eye still gazeth on her ill But when with time her smothred griefe forth vents She wastes her eyes in teares her breath in plaints So we astonisht could not tell our woe Who doe grieue most least signe of griefe doe show Yet time to those in time a time affords To weepe and waile and show their woe in wards Time grant vs now this time least of her praise Our of spring hearing and when her swift dayes Had run their course they heare none of our plaints Doe either thinke some Poets pen her paints Or that they are of the same stones all sprung Which backward Pyrrha and Ducalyon flung So that will seeme no fable but a story If we doe leaue no witnesse that we 're sorry Each senslesse thing shall vs vpbraide to them And as lesse sensible then they condemne Since in each obiect offerd to the eye Signes of sad sorrow settled there we see The Heauens though grac't with her for vs are grieued And weepe in showers for that we are bereaued Of her in and for whom the World was blest In whom her kinds perfection did consist Aquarius seemes to haue a solemne feast And that each other signes his houshold guest Not one of them now influence downe powres But what distils in liquid weeping showers The Skies of Clowds now make them mourning weeds And generall darknesse all the world ore spreads What hath the Sunne for a new Phaeton Abandoned the Heauens and beamy throne Is the cause theirs or doth it touch vs nie Since with their sorrow we so sympathie No it s because our Cynthia left this spheare The world wears blacke because she moues not here Her influence that made it freshly flourish Leaues it to fade and will no more it nourish Leaues it hath left How can it then subsist Can that be sayd to be vvhich disposest Of soule vvants vigor this Queene was the soule Whose faculties worlds frailties did controule Corrected the ill humors and mantain'd In it a wholesome concord vvhile she raign'd But now she gone the world seemes out of frame Subord'nate passions now as Princes clame Signorie ore the soule vvhich doe torment The whole with anguish make the heart to faint Whose sad infection generall's so spred Griefes Character on euery brow is read Our eyes so drop vver 't not God frees those fears The world might dread a new deludge of teares Dread thus distrest we rather should desire With the worlds dissolutions to expire Our latest woes 't were better haue no beeing Then liue in woe so as we are still dying Leaue foolish passion dares thou thus repine Gainst vvhat 's enacted by the powers diuine Humbly submit yet passion were a word Vsles a nothing's name speech should afford No place for it if it should not now show Its beeing by our grieuings in this woe Yet the wo's short which on each soule hath seaz'd It and the cause can ne're be equaliz'd I will not blaze her birth descent or State Her Princely Progenie her royall mate They 're knowne best and greatest yet these are But accidentall honours but this starre With propper beames vvas so resplendent here Others though bright yet when she did appeare Did lose their luster she honour'd her place Her place not her she Queene was Queen's sole grace 'T was she the Antique Poets so admird When vvith prophetique furie they inspird Did faine the heauenly powers they did see As in a dreame that such a one should be And for each seuerall grace she should containe One Dietie they did for that ordaine Not one for all for that too much had beene To faine her like vvhose like vvas neuer seene Nor is their number equall to her merits For she a farre off was shew'd to those spirits Now had they liu'd her vertues to haue seene The Goddesses sure numberlesse had beene But 's vvell they did not for then she should be Though giltlesse yet cause of Idolatrie For they who honoured her shade before Seeing her substance needs must it adore The Morallists did all of her deuine When they made euery vertue foeminine And but they knew that such a one should be Doubtlesse with them vertue should haue been HE. Peruse all stories are compil'd by Man Or Poets fictions since the world began You shall not finde true or imaginarie Like worth in one vvhose all 's in nought doth vary Nay take the abiects in these bookes reuil'd For basest parts so vicious and defil'd As they seeme Natures monsters made in scorne As foiles her other faire workes to adorne Contrar's oppos'd doe others best set forth They serue not all to parralell her worth They are deceiu'd vvho say the world decayes And still growes vvorse and vvorse as old with dayes For then this Age could neuer that haue showne Which vvas long since to Salomon vnknowne A woman but had he liued in our times He might haue found one so deuoid of crimes That her owne merits if merits could saue Might iustly as of due saluation craue I rather thinke the worlds first Infancie Growing more perfect vvith Antiquitie As young lings doe traueld till now at height Big of perfection brought this birth to light This second to that Maiden-Mother-Daughter She onely vvas before this onely after For on this Grace and Nature spent such store As after her we need expect none more And those who read her praise when we are gone Would thinke we but describ'd a worthy one Not that there was one such but that she here Left part of her which and its seed shall beare Successiue witnesse to all doubtfull ages Of her rare vertues which in
those deare pledges Still liue they 'le say our praise came short we dull With speech defectiue could not to the full Set forth her worth vvhich she at death did giue Others may goods not goodnesse of spring leaue But she bequeth'd her goodnes for her merit Obtain'd her issue should that wealth inherit Which we possesse in them vvhile they doe prease As vsurers that stock still to encrease Onely ambitious to augment that store Robbing the world which either is but poore Or seemes so set by them beggars may boast But they alone haue all that wealth ingrost And though that God the vvorlds gold hath refinde And tooke the try'd He left this vaine behinde Pittying the drosse the luster should obscure Of her bright soule vvhile flesh did it immure Yet did He not vvith it of all bereaue vs But vvith her of-spring happinesse did leaue vs. For her preferment why then should we tosse Our soules vvith torment or grieue that our losse Hath Heauen inricht or ' cause we held her deare Wish we her punisht to be liuing here We rather should reioyce she thus did leaue vs And nought but Heauen alone of her could reaue vs. O! since that Cedar fell so right at last Which way it standing lean'd may well be ghest And since the End doth crowne the actions still How liued she vvho dying dy'd so well For askt if she did willing hence depart Sayd rapt vvith heauenly ioy WITH ALL MY HART Though flesh be fraile yet hers so voyd of feare For death did not in his owne shape appeare Did entertaine so kindly its owne foe Who came to Court but vnwares kild her so As she esteem'd it onely one hard thrust At that strait gate by vvhich to life we must Faith Hope and Loue possest her heart and minde Leauing no place for fearefull thoughs to finde Troupes of vvhite Angels did her bed impaile To tend the soules flight from the fleshy gaile It to conduct vnto that heauenly throne Which Christ prepar'd vvith glore to crowne her on O! how my flesh-clog'd soule would scale the sky And leaue that deare companion here to ly To see her entertaind vvith glory crownd While troupes of Angels her arriuall sound To that new kingdome they all God doe praise For her translation and their voyces raise In signe of Ioy but yet that Ioy comes short Of vvhat they make for most to them resort For for the greater sinner Christ hath sayd That doth repent the greater ioy is made Yet that 's made vp in glore for she so farre Doth those exceed as one another starre What may we thinke vnto her soule is shone When from her baser-part such vertue 's flowne As a sad reuerent feare their senses pierce Who sighing see her sorrow-suted Hearse What would they do if their vaild soule could spy Her sitting crownd aboue the starrie skie Sure they would doe nay in their hearts they doe Euen at the thought thereof with reuerence bow But leaue to speake nay not so much as thinke Least of those Ioyes which nere in heart could sinke Le ts not enuy ' er but inueigh gainst our Fate That we behinde her are staid here so late And lets not mourne for her that she 's hence But for our selues that we are kept from thenee Whither she 's gone yet let no teare ore-flow Sorrow soone ceaseth that's disburdned so Let them straine inward if they le needs distill And with their drops thy hearts sad center fill And when its full it can no more containe Let the caske breake and drowne thee in that maine On the Queene THe world 's a Sea of errors all must passe Where shelues and sands the purling billow blinds Mens bodies are fraile barks of brittle glasse Which still are toss'd with aduerse tyds and winds Reason's the Pylot that the course directs Which makes the vessell as its hieght holde out Passions are partners a still-iarring-rout Succumbing-thoughts are life-inuading leaks How built her body such a voyage made How great her reason which so rightly swayed How plyant passions which so well obayd How dantlesse thoughts vaine doubts durst nere inuade Her body reason passions thoughts did gree To make her life the Art to saile this Sea The second Elegie EAch Countrey now contributes to the Thames Which a support of euery currant clames Why dost thou so sweet Thames Is not thy sorrow Sufficient for thy selfe but thou must borrow Or wants thy waters vvorth for such a charge As to conduct great Annes last body'd barge Or is it cause so iust and kind thou art Thou 'lt not incroach that wherein each hath part Sure that 's the cause the losse is generall And that last office must be helpt by all Yet wonder not they come not now so sweet As they doe vse when they to sollace meet They 're not themselues they are compounded things For euery one his latest offring brings And sends it by these brookes vnto her shrine Whose waters with their teares are turned brine Each subiects cheeke such falling drops distaine As if to dew â—ighes had dissolu'd the braine Which from their eyes still in aboundance powre Like a moist haile or liquid pearly showre Which in such haste each one another chases Making swift torrents in late torrid places Disgorging in these brookes making them rise So 's soueraigne Thames almost feares a surprise Feare not faire Queene it is not their ambition But swelling sorrow that breeds thy suspition Its sorrow feedes those currents and those rils Which thy vast channell vvith an Ocean fils Which eye-bred-humor so hath chang'd thy Nature Thy fishes thinke they liue not in thy water It or their taste is alterd for they thinke For thy sweet streames they briny liquor drinke How vveari'd is thy sister famous Forth Bringing sad Scotland's sorrowes from the North Who comes not out of dutie as the rest Who vnto Thames their carefull course adrest She comes her equall will not yeeld in teares In subiects sorrow's nor in countries cares Great Nephtun's selfe doth feare inuasiue wrong Seeing her strange waues throw his waters throng And causeth Triton to sound an alarme To warne the Sea-Gods in all haste to arme who bringing billowes in braue battell-ray Doe meane Forth 's fury vvith their force to stay But vvhen they see her thus all vvrapt in woe And the sad cause of her iust sorrow know They lay not their defensiiue armes aside But as a guard her through their gulfes do guide Striuing vvith all the pleasures of the Maine This grieuing-stranger Queene to entertaine Out throw their boures of cleare transparent waues Christaline-wainscot pearle the bottome paues Her they conduct and to abate her woe Their Sea-delights and riches all they show Which Neptune now in loue vvould gladly giue her For loue yet dares not offer least hee grieue her Who loues and would not haue his loue vnkind Must wooe a pleasant humor vacant minde This makes him stay his sute and striue