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A13412	Epithalamium vpon the all-desired nvptials of Frederike the fift, Prince Palatine of Rhene, chiefe elector, Duke of Bauier, and arch-sewer to the Romane Empire And Elizabeth, the onely daughter of Iames, by the grace of God, King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c. VVritten by Augustine Taylor.	Taylor, Augustine.	1613 (1613)	STC 23722; ESTC S102628	9,223	24

her he showes a bridge of glasse Composd in all parts pleasant to behold Fram'd by Diuine Art wonders manifold Appear'd to gaze on yet it seem'd so brittle The passage dangerous and the safety little But loue so forward in his owne attempts And mixes sowre harmes with fraile sweet contents Determines now as men for women would do To win his loue or try what venturing could do Enters the bridge with this rash resolution To die for loue confirmes the old conclusion And his boil'd humour in this sort doth cherish To passe the bridge or in the midst to perish And being distant from the sandie side Some measur'd paces Neptune sends the tide And summons fenny subiects to new broyles Collecting surges to maintaine new spoyles The houering windes tumbl'd from Eolus wombe And in the Ocean gan to digge their Tombe The Titan Esterne gates perculliz'd pale Er'st calmes now stormes for gusts a bitter gale Nereus warn'd the Sea-gods to these warres And rul'd as Generall in these vpstart iarres Torbinius being on the bridge of glasse Look't downe and saw th'impatient billowes passe And with his dul eares hard the deafe winds mūble And with his dim eyes saw the surges tumble One waue did caper and that billow wonder'd This surge was angry and that tempest thunder'd Aspiring threatning death or future ill Shaping presenting accidents to kill A hurrying mist comes sudden stealing in Nor he nor she saw neither her nor him In this strange temper passionately distracted Torbinius now a sowre part sadly acted And all his griefes sprung as it seem'd to me From the sicke confines of perplexitie A thicke-lin'd mist continu'd 'tweene them two Loue wrapt in wrinkles knowes no worke to do Thus Fortune makes thus mad Forune marres Loue is still Souldier at such ciuill warres Sighing lamenting these bad broyles to be in That he should dye and not his Lady see him When onely for her sake hee ventured thus Loue sees no dangers that seeme timorus Torbinius Then to himselfe I thought hee did reply And said How lucklesse and accurst am I Couer'd with fortunes foule dissembling fame To dye for her that knowes not who I am Oh might I dye my Ladies face before I would say Fortune were a noble Whore In her faire sight to end Torbinius date O then my death were not vnfortunate Then she might iustly say here ended he That liu'd and lou'd and dy'd to honor me But Gods Seas Winds contemne my plaints And their harsh Language trippes on Consonants Then thus resolu'd succeed what ill can proue And if I dye I dye for her I loue I left him thus and turn'd my greedy eyes Vpon the rocke where faire Delpheba lyes Who now in blacke appear'd to me all couer'd About the which sad Melancholy houer'd Then to Delpheba there me thought resorted Nymphes and Sea-gods by their loue transported To comfort her that seem'd so much lamenting And know the sad cause of her discontenting Delpheba To whom she answer'd I haue lost a friend Which winged Fame can nere too much commend O would to God I could Olimpus raise And there set Trophies to his endlesse praise And for his death I chose this place to mone The teares are truest that are shed alone A dying life weepes for a liuing death A tale vnseemely for a true friends breath And as it is it may be something better Fortune 's a strumpet and she is my debter Promising best when she perform'd the worst Things that sound harshli'st I haue had those first The Gods and Nymphs began to tune their throtes To keepe a consort with her cheerelesse notes In this Diapason deepe sad harmonie Dull sences striue for sorrowes victory Chimes iterating on this blacke-mouth'd dinne I then perceiu'd Torbinius comming in Seeing Delpheba in such passions suited In mourning weeds such ill cheere prosecuted Attires himselfe in sorrowes for her sake Torbinius The Counter-tennor of her part to take Vnto the fair'st my seruice I commend T is onely thou my loue did apprehend All dangers past compared to this prize Seemes like a darke way to a Paradize And on all dangers what 's he would not venter Those all being past might to thy presence enter And am I happy to be comne thus neere thee And art thou kind or can my comming cheere thee I 'le weare what thou wears what thou loues I le keep I 'le laugh whē thou smiles whē thou sighes I le weep What most shall grieue thee it shal most tormēt me What best shal please thee that shal best contēt me If Natures pride be but so kinde as faire All stormes are past I do not care for Care I loue thee now when sad laments increase To haue thy loue when passions turne to peace Expecting Sommer when cold March is past I 'le wait ten months to haue a May at last I l'e reape no Haruest but where thou hast sowne My loue in thy loue shall exceed thy owne And but in thee no hope no hap no health And but in thee no will no wish no wealth For what thou mournes I waile thy part I take Now blessed be all women for thy sake In thee I loue in thee I onely liue 'T is I that begges and it is thou can giue Nor do I craue thee more then may beseeme thee Thou art my best hap and I most esteeme thee Make me a seruant at thy sacred shrine This life is that life let that life be mine What good what ill what life what all to thee That good that ill that life that all to me Comforts attend thee all good hap befriend thee Duties commend thee wished power defend thee Make me thy seruant smile on my request Delphebaes Scholler I am now profest At Lunaes full the skyes seeme in their state At Princes birthes the earth lookes fortunate The one decayes when in her chiefest prime The other dyes when in his hopeful'st time My teares are falling for a friend that lou'd me He 's dead he 's gone thus his death hath mou'd me His death is liuing and my life is dying My life is creeping and his death is flying My losse his gaine his wealth my wo compriz'd Are two contraries strangely exerciz'd My plaints and teares and sorrowes still augmented Complaining blubber'd lasting more tormented Much pitty'd cheerenesse much lamented neernesse Vnharbor'd fearelesse vnfrequented neerenesse Desolate distressed frustrate vn-respected Incommitate oppressed complicate neglected And of all these ills there is but one mother Pale Death leaues our life this gift and no other The earth and Mortals must submit their Powers To serue a VVill aboue this will of ours Of what earth can do I may iustly vaunt VVhat heauens will haue I must needly grant O death ô death thy spoiles I cannot mend Yet I 'le performe the duty of a friend Some friends liue yet 't is you appeares to me VVill be associate in my misery You you Torbinius for your great

Epithalamium VPON THE ALL-DESIRED NVPTIALS of FREDERIKE the fift Prince Palatine of Rhene chiefe Elector Duke of Bauier and Arch-Sewer to the Romane EMPIRE AND ELIZABETH The onely daughter of IAMES by the grace of God King of great Brittaine France and Ireland Defender of the FAITH c. Written by AVGVSTINE TAYLOR Illi poena datur qui semper amat nec amatur LONDON Printed for Samuel Rand and are to bee sold by Edward Marchant at his shop in Pauls Church-yard ouer against the Crosse 1613. TO THE HONO●… GENTLEMAN SIR Thomas Gerrard of Brinne Knight Barronet and one of his Maiesties Iustices for the Countie of Lancaster AVGVSTINE TAYLOR wisheth all prosperity in Happinesse Worthy Sir WHEN all the excellent admired wits of this so capable Age in the spring of thicke furnitur'd inuentions bestow paines to giue my Patrons a perfect blazon I willing to thrust my dutifull loue into the Presse longing to see the shape of affection in Print Credo vt est dementia Seeing so many swelling Muses and of such apprehension that read theirs and mine next together and you will say my ill worke makes their good labours to appeare better then indeed they are Vt sementem feceris ita metes Apply not that Rule to mee but right worthy Sir of what I offer willingly vouch to accept courteously as a Monument of my loue which time hath borne to the generous family of the Gerrards and my affection to your worthy selfe Knowing you to come from the best worth of that Aierie and one of his Maiesties respected grace my ill-tempered Muse and hauing so worthy a refuge you shall hereafter see it start out of Cinders vnus dies non sat estad parandam eruditionem and liue an age that ere-while waxt old with a Sommers day Vouch to allow of this till time present you with some greater token of my loue I commit your deseruing worthinesse to wished continuance Yours in loue and dutie AVGVSTINE TAYLOR Volenti nihil est graue Facile est imperare volenti O Would to God I had the Sun-hatch't wing A quill so worth to tell of banquetting Mine is so partcht in cinders of my wants Desert craues Vowels Art giues Consonants One sence is sleeping and that sence is muffled This sence is studying that and all are ruffled Amazed wakened called incomposed Moued affected gathered indisclosed The perfect blazon true fame shall support Will tell how farre my Art is heere too short Were I but seated on the Muses mountaine To quaffe my quart of that ripe dropping fountaine Where Tully once wonne that immortall praise From that Parnassus fetcht his Romaine phrase Vnder that Helicon my Muse should sing Not altogether praise of Englands King But in my notes Fames whispering breath should bleed Deseruing praises to his worthy seed You now must thinke I felt my wit but poore I napt an howre and ment to write no more Now apparitions now good and then bad I 'le tell thee England of a dreame I had Suppose I sate vpon the Cliffes of Douer From flowery Kent the Ocean to looke ouer When in a morning old Aurora's hue Had clad the heauens in their ancient blew Night went so fast and day appear'd so plaine The eies diseased of the Northerne waine Artipholax bluster'd in his muffled bed Pale Luna to the Westerne confines fled White teames of mist ran stealing downe the riuers Eclipsed mansions now were craz'd in shiuers My greedy slumber shew'd my eies me thought Strange nouelties that cheerefull day had brought The first I gaz'd at seem'd a rocke of stone Which Sea-gods sometime vs'd to sit vpon Incompast round with seas on euery side Fram'd like a seat cast by the surly tide Whereon the fairest Lady was repos'd That euer Nature whilome had disclos'd Crown'd in all glory made so fine and denty I saw one beauty and in that one plenty If euer eye was summond to a feast My eyes were feasted and my feast was best I thought Marpessa in that princely Chaire Had there repos'd her selfe to take the aire And sadly suited in a solemne cheere Did meane to stay her Lord and Louer there And Idas slow in needy speed dispatching He yet was absent and she yet was watching O how I curst him angry at delay Hard-hearted man to be so long away The day waxt elder and the morne shew'd cleerer The heauens pittifull sent the Sunne to cheere her Phoebus appear'd cloth'd in his fair'st array As if prepar'd to suite a glorious day His radiant splendors scatter in the skyes Her faire perfections sparkle in mine eyes I was opinionate the world was done I thought the Gods had sent another Sunne Then it was so by vcnturing I came Some paces neerer to this princely Dame When I perceiu'd she was a mortall creature Composed in the perfect'st mould of Nature And in her hand she held a little frame With this deuice erected in her name DELPHEBA A branch in March that dy'd to liue in Aprill Motto Mors emit vitam Life weeps for death death crownes a new life blest Thus friends weep most to know their friends at rest In this faire creature seated thus alone A thousand beauties were combin'd in one Her golden Tresses hang'd vncurl'd and ruffl'd In a rich Night-gowne she was sadly muffl'd O had I seene her suited in those rayes Which Courtly custome obserues now-a-dayes I eould haue teld yee neerer her great merit But ignorance must now a part inherit Your thoughts must censure she was more thē faire And being more I cannot more declare And fit to adde a glory to the sky A mate indeed for maiesty to buy Crown'd with all graces and to name in generall One beauty matchlesse and in that one seuerall O had you seene her how all beauties mou'd her You wold haue prais'd her if you had not lou'd her Thus long I view'd her rauisht more more I turn'd my eyes to glance vpon the shore Where I espy'd a stranger sadly standing Waiting for shipping as men do for landing Vpon Delphebaes seat his eyes were gazing I saw a scutchion by the sunnes bright blazing Telling his name and ouer that was planted A faire deuise which no perfection wanted TORBINIVS A male Confessor to a female Priest Motto Palam voluntate Great men are often actors of oppression And she 's the cause that I must make confession His eies gaz'd at Delpheba as before So ship-wrackt sea-men vse to do at shore Afflicted troubled feared and tormented Distemper'd blubber'd sad and discontented Complaining sorrowing wishing nothing gaining Sighing bewailing crauing not obtaining Seeking for passage to Delphebas resting Vowing affecting calling and protesting Vnto the Powers Diuine he plants prefers He had but one life and that was hers To raile on Nature then he doth beginne That she vnkind ordain'd him not to swimme To breake his passions Phoebus look't more cheerely And smil'd as if hee lou'd a louer deerely And halfe resolu'd to let Torbinius passe From him to

That thou art onely that Elizabeth Which forraine Ecchoes in loud notes doth ring To be the daughter of great Britaines King Nor is it I that labours in thy praise I know thy name 's thy Trumpet and can raise It selfe to 'th height of honour why I write To tell my duty and this Epithite Is stuft full of Affection what if poore The gifts are great when giuers haue no more And should indeed be thought our Alexander Macedo's sonne the Easterne great Commander Was nam'd in Cottages by th'low'st degree Then of a Miller ô good God said hee There 's not a Miller now but knowes my name Meaning indeed Report addes life to Fame Fame's like the Sunne and not disdaines to view Both Courts and Cottages neither doth rue Of their great courtesies marke well each seate And great men proud makes them vnseemely great A woman silent great by birth before So richly drest Fame shapeth more and more Eliza England truly boasts of thee To be the Treasurer of each Treasurie That euer grac't a woman must we leaue thee I l'e now trust Fortune for't did not deceiue me I euer thought so faire a flower as this Should grace some other place then Thamesis And yet faire Princesse vertuous I meane Remember Thames when thou art set on Rhene How gladly thunder'd she lowd Epithets Professed peales all to her Nuptiall Rites Did she not summon gazers to thy Reuels And what was knotty with her tide she leuels Dis-gorged Canons fire in seuerall shapes Enemies suffer when true Christians scapes Meteors i' th aire she did her owne selfe choake All London thought Thames wold dissolue to smoke And all the Reuels this faire Floud did make VVorthy Eliza was but for thy sake VVhen thou wast married she by chance heard tell And did but this because she loues thee well At thy depart shee 'l follow thee and weepe And then shee 'l turne thy worthy stocke to seeke And finding them shee 'l leaue her sobbing moane Onely shee 'l each day see where thou hast gone VVell may she boast she was of able power To grace faire Rhenus with an English flower And when these two meet in great Oceans Thei 'l know each other by their natiue Swans So by this marriage Eccho vnderstands 'T will make acquainted both the Seas and Lands A happy time a good world may it be After yong Frederike came to match with thee O noted howre blest be the God aboue Thou but leaues England to enioy thy loue And for thy absence Britaine in a mends Hath gained great store of true Christian friends Liue liue faire Princesse may thy seede thy fame In cinders ashes keepe aliue thy name Foelicitas est voluptas quam paenitudo nulla sequitur Creator per creaturas cognoscendus Heu some will say when they haue lost a friend And make his funerall e're they see his end A number now are buried in conceit When they 'r indeed not sicke yet teares will wait There is a death in absence some suppose Who thinkes there is for I am none of those Is England loth to loose so faire a creature As art thy selfe Eliza ô Dame Nature Cast thee not in her mould of best perfection Euer to liue a Virgin heauens direction Smil'd at thy birth and meant to make a mother That when thou dies thou may leaue such another Virginity dies a Traitor her possessions Like traitors Earldomes make such large digressions They leaue no Heires at all by this I see A Virgine cannot leaue posterity To Elizab. As thou art honour'd for a Virgins life Thou still shalt liue because a happy wife I heard it said the first time Nestor smil'd Was when he saw a woman great with child And being asked why he smil'd and blest her Said he the next age will remember Nestor And thou faire Princesse in the age to come Shall liue by Fame when Natures life hath done And death hath truely paid her Fame to time Shall build their blazons to the seed of thine Fama velox est crescitque eundo To the Reader LOue like leaue looke at other ripe inuentions And see how farre mine differs from the rest My dull conceite conceiues some apprehensions These are indifferent those are of the best Their 's good mine worser good may worser smother The best appeares best when 't is by the worst How can that be yes set by either other And that which lookes best men will choose that first Mine's poorely suted yet my Patrons name 's So seated in the fore-head of my Verse 'T will moue the Reader to bestow some paines And iterate that which I do rehearse And when thou finds my Poems barely drest Smile to thy selfe and say he did his best Augustine Taylor Vbi timor ibi pudor Laus in prima sonat virtus in fine coronat FAme's yet an Infant Eccho's of report Now impes her pinions and in scattering sort Applauds what good 's in acting generall praise Crownes the beginning and the end to raise Vertue 's about to giue a Lawrell wreath To worthy Frederike and Elizabeth VVhen Time the merits of your time hath gather'd You shall appeare yong when your time is wither'd Praemia victorum pendent a fine laborum FINIS