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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

of good nor feare of worse can affright vs And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse glory bedecked Yea still on earth he liues and still shall liue by the Muses Another Epigram vpon the same What strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Boeotia mountaines To chuse our countrey to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarce can I that suppose scarce thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melodie no voyce but dreary lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene fits hid for shame in a corner Here ye the carefull sighes fetcht frō the depth of her entrails There weepes Calliope there sometimes lustie Thal●ia Aye me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Here lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carkasse but fame shall liue to the worlds end Other Epigrams vpon the same Whom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loitred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three sisters do more then nine in a combate Was force of no force Was faire entreaty refused Where is the musicke that sometimes moued Alecto That gain'd Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the two you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fit plaisters for woundes that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that cannot Sidney recouer And couldest thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of natural order As for Mars wel I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild al kindnesse no ruth of them can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdaind forsooth to be present Enuy perhaps nay griefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Onely we poore wretches whom Gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrrwful outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmarke Persia Turkie India where Phoebus mounts vp from sea to the Skie-ward India where Phoebus fals downe from skie to the sea-warn'de Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All Coasts where rising or falling Phoebus apeareth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lyons roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wilde Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter apointed As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe strings tuned in order Drew from their places wild beasts and trees by the musicke Swift flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder As if chilcoldnesse frorne had them downe to the bottome But for I wote to wel my slender skill to be nothing Here wil I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lost hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori The end of the Epigrams To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Fryar Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of S. Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem This Paraphrastically Englished VVHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and waile the hap of Kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That rul'd the fickle French and Polackes bold Whom with a mighty warlike host attended With traiterous knife a couled monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last King of France THat we should more bewaile the hap of Kings Great Henry Bourbons death occasion brings To Henry Valois next crown'd King of France Next both in blood in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth warres did his manhood spend His old age peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did win His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies here Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yere Our coynes refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her Subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Cha. Best THE SIXTH BOOKE OF Epistles Or letters in verse MY deerest sweete if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O be not you more cruell then the Seas Let Pittie now your angry mind appease So that your hand may be their blessed Port From whence they may vnto your eies resort And at that throne pleading my wretched case May moue your cruell heart to yeeld me grace So may no clouds of elder yeares obscure Your Sun-like eies but still as bright endure As then they shone when with one piercing Ray They made my selfe their slaue my heart they pray So may no sicknesse nip those flowers sweete Which euer flowring on your cheekes do meete Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face Another Fountaine of blisse yet well-spring of my woe O would I might not iustly terme you so Alas your cruell dealing and my fate Haue now reduc'de me to that wretched state That I know not how I my stile may frame To thankes or grudging or to praise or blame And whereto write I all my powers do bend There wot I not how to begin or end And now my drisling teares trill downe apace As if the latter would the former chase Whereof some few on my pale cheekes remaine Like wither'd flowers bedew'd with drops of raine The other falling in my Paper sinke Or dropping in my Pen encrease my inke Which suddaine Passions cause if you would finde A trembling feare doth now possesse my mind That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pittie in your heart may breede But or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O cruell