in themselues a most supreame applause No cause can well a souldiers name commend But when his sword shall all those rights defende And for them all a souldiers armes I beare My quarel's iust nor men nor deuils I le feare But now my Queene whome I haue thus commended Hir heauenly soule is vnto heauen ascended Her peaceful raigne in peace did ende her dayes Heauen hath her soule the earth retaines her prayse And now I will a soueraygne looke to finde Indu'd with all the vertues of her minde And thus my king my vearse shall now returne To thee whose heart with godly zeale doth burne God left our Queene this kingdome to maintaine Whilste by his worde he taught thee how to raygne For in the kingdome where thy rule was seene The lawe of Christ hath in that kingdome binne Thy royall thro ane and scepter bearing hande Did striue with truth in equall life to stande Most prudent wise and iust in euery thing Approued was Prince Iames then Scotlands king And for thy heart with God did stand vpright He now hath raisd thee to a greater might Great King how may thy heart with ioy bee glad Whē God to one three kingdomes more doth add How good a thing is it that God to serue Who thus rewardeth them that well deserue Great king I know thy euer righteous heart Will dignifie the worth of thy desart And make vs blessed by thy vertues grace Because thy soule the way of truth doth trace Well may I say thy prudence thought vpon That God hath sent a second Salomon Whose wisedome shall adorne his kingly name And to all kingdomes memorise his fame Thy royall hand O king hath wisely tried To proue thy heart deuinely sanctified Thy Angell spirit with Dauids pen doth wright And wisedome giues thy minde a glorious light Cloauen tongs of fire haue made thy muse deuine In all thy words a heauenly grace doth shine Thy worke approues thy exercise hath binne In holy writte true iudgement thence to winne With how great ioy may all good people say A godly kinge shall Englands scepter swaye Whose royall selfe with kingly domination Shall build his house vpon a firme foundation For such hath beene his vertues preparation That God for him will blesse his kingdoms nation England regard how God hath thee respected And how thy weale is still by him protected And now whilst that it may be calde thy day Tourne to thy God and all his lawes obay Peruse thy state then thou mayest beholde The loue of God with merces many fould Euen when the time was cōe that wilde ones wisht Euen then their hopes were presently dismiste And quiet peace with gratious calme contente Proclaimed King whose princely regiment Shall wrap thy glory in a golden vale And make thy fame the star-bright skies to scale Thy house of honour shall be built a new And in their state thou shalt thy nobles view But this I charge where iustice made surprise Let not a thought so much as mutinise I speake with loue vnto my countreyes weale There is no salue hath power dead things to heale But euerie branch of honour that doth liue God vnto them their antient honours giue That England may for many hundred yeeres Attend her King with all her princely Peeres And this I hope in glorious sort to see When great King Iames our crowned King shall bee Pray England then God may thy Soueraign blesse In whome consisteth all thy happinesse Thus mightie King thy owne is giuen to the Thy selfe alone is Englands Maiestie Come to thy kingdomes in peace thy Crowne enioy Who wish not so Gods iudgements them distroy Coraga then for that 's a Souldiers tearme Thy God oh King shall shield thy throne from harme Thy heart obeyes the scepter of his word Strong therfore will he make thy kingdomes sword Come then braue prince make Englands earth to ring With hundred thousands tongues that cries God saue the King The hearts of England are in preparation To dignifie thy glorious Coronation Come with the spring in the our sping doth florish Thy royall hand shall Englands kingdome norish The heauens and earth agrees with choise of time To raise thy fame aboue the clouds to clime God makes a promise that thy Raigne shall bee As was our Queenes in princely dignitie For well we know the written truth shall stand Like gold to gild the Churches in thy land Imperious prince be then thy right possest And make thy Queene a glorious Emperest Thy Royall race incorporated right In bloud of Kings that were of greatest might Tels that thy name with glorious power shal grow And that the world thy valiant strength shal know And as I thinke diuinest destenie Did promisse at thy blest natiuitie That in thy race there should be something done Whose glorious fame through all the world shall ronne And in this hope thy kingdome England liues Thy happy issue such great comfort giues A King a Queene a Prince a Duke all these Great titles do thy Englands people please For they reioyce to see each princely bud That springs from forth King Henries Royall bloud And now whilst that the world a world is cald No doubt thy throne is in thy line instald This makes the land thy presents to expect VVhose prudent wisedom must her weale protect Thy nobles heere vnited all in one Humbly attends their King to wait vpon Thy Citie London doth it selfe addresse The loue vnto her soueraigne to expresse There shall the King a hundred thousand see Lift vp their hands and bow an humble knee And crie King Iames God by thy power defend Their echoing shouts shall to the heauens ascend The commons all thinks long to see that day God saue the King their hearts desires to say Thy England in all pompe of Royaltie Prepares great King thy throne to dignifie The wealth of England all her gold and treasure Offers it selfe vnto king Iames his pleasure A fleet of ships inricht with wars great thunder VVhose force hath causde earthes nations all to wonder That Nauie Royall the terrour of Spaynes feare The name and fame of great King Iames doth beare The strength of England and each defensiue towne Offers themselues vnto king Iames his Crowne For Englands Crowne is made his proper owne The great king Iames for Englands king is knowne Great Caesars tower with her vnualued store Doth with her strength wealth king Iames adore And Englands Court doth for his presence craue That gallant state doth wish king Iames to haue The pleasure of faire Englands pleasant land Doth giue it selfe into king Iames his hand All those rich honours that befits a king They will themselues vnto their Soueraigne bring The lawes of England will themselues deriue From great king Iames his high prerogatiue The Church in England our sweet Sauiours spouse Next vnto Christ king Iames her head allowes And Ireland which did in rebellion stand Is conquered now vnto king Iames his hand And
A SOVLDIERS VVISH VNTO HIS SOVERAIGNE LORD KING IAMES LONDON Printed by Iohn Harison and are to be sold in Pater noster row at the signe of the Grewhound 1603. To the right honorable the Lords and others of her late Maiesties priuie Counsell Robert Pricket wisheth all increase of honor and Coelestiall happinesse RIght honorable I humblye intreate your honours vouchsafe to patronise this little booke for in the absence of my soueraigne I know not vnto whōe better to direct the same 〈◊〉 vnto you my honoured Lords whose prudent wise and foreseeing consideration hath for these many yeares principally assisted the protection of Englands safetie if your Lord shall be pleased to peruse the lines herein contained I hope not any word in them shall proue offensiue for my heart hath desired nothing more then to manifest my loues beste wishes vnto my Lorde and King I humbly referre the discourse to bee censured by your wisedomes and yet desires if your honours shall thinke it worthy that it might passe vnto the starre brighte eye of Englandes Maiestie to whom a Souldier wisheth a happie Coronation and a long continued blessed peacefull triumphant and victorious Raigne to Gods glorie and Englands benifite and that your honors may be vnto his Maiestie as late you were to Queene Elisabeth Your Lordships in all humblenesse of dutie Robert Pricket A Souldiers wish vnto his Soueraigne Lord King Iames. THrise noble King the wonder of our daies Giue leaue my Muse may speake thy vertues praise A Souldiers hand made rough with Iron warre Not smoothly can with Poets lines conferre Aonian bankes he doeth not vse to tread But march where Mars a warlike step doth lead If roughly then into his verse he breakes A Cannons mouth a boystrons languish speakes Thence doth he learne for muskets pikes and swords Doe teach a Souldier no great choice of words Yet in the hope of his Dread Soueraignes loue A Poets skill he thus desires to prooue Geeat pearlesse Prince I need not to deriue The line all race which doth our hopes reuiue Thy kingdome England knowes thy true dissent And yealds it selfe vnto thy gouerment And first my wish doeth pearcs the Christall skye And humbly prayes heauens greatest Maiesty That in our farre renounde Elizaes stead Hir Crowne may stand vpon thy princely head Faire England hath this fortie fowre yeares beene The Kingdome of the worlds renowned Queene High Ioue did by the wonder of his hande Raise her vpon a regall throane to stande That by her meanes he might his children bring With peace to reste vnder her princely winge When Romes blacke vaile of euerlasting smoake Did strongly striue the purest light to choake Euen when the Pope that Antichristian deuill Had turnd all good into the worst of euill Changing the truth of euerlasting veritie Into the dreames of faithles Fryers imagery Leauing the Oracles of Gods eternall will Ruling by strength of vaine traditions skill Seeking to race Christ Iesus kingdome downe For to vphold an Antichristian crowne Burning aliue all those that would deny To yeelde vnto their grosse Idolatrye When England thus was massicred by Rome The iust condemned by iniustice dome Then God in mercy to his children sent A gracious Queene to salue their woes lament Dread soueraigne your royall selfe no doubt Haue harde how God did bring this worke aboute And how he fau'd our Queene from daunger greate To set her safe vpon a Princely feate That shee thereby that Gospell might aduance Which drowned was in darkesome ignorance And when he had instald her regall throane She peerelesse liued vpheld by God alone No forrayne foes could once her land inuade Proude Spaine to flie by Englands force was made No treasons plot laide by the best aduice Of Rome and Spaine could worke hir preiudice No Popish pardned periur'd traytors vow To be of force would heauens great God alow But to the horror of Romes vsupped name His champions all were brought to publike shame No hell borne hand distaynde with villany Could get aduantage gainst her dignitie For all the treasons bent against her life Brought traytors to the slead the rope the knife In spight of deuill and hell and men made diuels God kept her safe from all sinister euils So that her throane was to the world a wonder No king nor Queene like her the heauens cloudes vnder All her attempts did prosper royally And crowned were with glorious victorie Her people so were hallowed for her sake As that in warre there Pikes did passage make Through tropes of men the Holland states doe know By Englands handes there honor first did grow And Spaine hath seene through cloudes of smoake and fire How Englands fame did to the heauens aspire More could I speake but this I breefly tell Heauens maiden Queene in all thinges prosperd well And whilste shee liud in peace her scepter swaide With such renowne as mightie kinges dismaide Did in amasement say vnto there Lords Goe see if truth with fames report accordes Beyond the bowndes of Europekings most great Did sende to see the Queene of Englands seate And thus her state in fame all kinges aboue Was safely kepte by Ioues celestiall loue And all her time the beautie of our storie Shinde in her land with vnecclipsed glorie The king of peace her his leiutenant made When as his kingdome did in her kingdome fade Shee once a Queene the kingdome of heauens Kinge On earth she made to be a glorious thing Saluation sound by worlds redeemer sent Was fetch from forth a sauiours testament Whose written word for euer firmely stands Caractered first by Euangelian hands Whose goulden pens cōmanded were to wright No more but what heauens king should first indite That king of kinges that mercie most esteem d That Iesus Christ who vs from hell redeemd His Gospell was the glorie of our lande Whereby we learnd the truth to vnderstand And so our Queene on Christ hir faith did ground As that her fame did through earths kingdōes found And Christ did vnto her his loue reueale When as by him hir hand had power to heale Hir snow white palme by faith had vertue such As that the sicke shee healde with gratious touch Thousands diseasd that did her mercy pray Toucht by her hand were safely sent away And for by faith the sicke were thus redreste Her sound beliefe was by that truth expreste That faith in Christ whose written veritie Was dayly preacht by Englands ministry Vnto our Queene a croune of glorie sent Whose precious beautie was her souls content For to obey that law which Christ had taught Our Queene her selfe and all her subiects brought Thence did proceede the glory of her state No strength had power hir hopes to ruinate And therein stood a Souldiers name renound When he should fight for her whome Christ had crownd And when by her that Christ our heauenly Lord Rulde like a King by scepter of his word Then God then Christ then Queene then countries lawes Helde
thus great King thy greatnesse doth excell All princes that in Europes compasse dwell And now my wish desires that day to see When Iames the king of England crown'd shal be That then my eyes may my dread Soueraingne vew When all his owne becomes his proper due Then doe I looke that Gods Lieutenant heere Shall like earths God most gloriously appeere Armd in the strength of true saluations law Thereby to keepe his kingdomes land in awe And then oh King heauens Lord shal be thy God VVho in his wrath will with an Iron rod Bruse and break downe the strength of euery arme That but attempts to doe thy highnesse harme And then thy Crowne shall sure establisht be To the Oh King and thy posteritie Because thy heart vpon thy God doth wait He will thy throne exalt to highest height A race of princes from thy loynes shall spring And each of them shall be a mightie King Thy seed for euershall thy throane adorne And Kings and Queenes shal to thy sons be borne From the and thine shall dangers force be bard Gods Angels shall be your coelestiall gard VVhen forraigne kings against thy state shall rise Thy England shall their forces soone surprise God shall in armes thy warlike vangard lead And make thy foes thy battails fight to dread That when their eyes vpon thy glory looke Their backes shall turne before a blow be strooke And when they flie to scape their dangers thrall On their owne swords themselues by heapes shall fall The files and ranks vpon thy battels wing Amidst their troops shall heauenly Angels sing VVhose musicke shall thy men incourage so As boldly they vpon their foes shall go Thy rearward strength shall Angell hands defend A heauenly host shall on thy powers attend Thy battell shall with such great force be knit As all thy foes shall neuer enter it Thy troopes of horse thy picht batalia garding Thy proudest foes shal feare thier valiant charging Thy Royall selfe in kingly dignitie VVith ioy shalt see thy glorious victorie This to effect when warres allarams come Great multiudes shall wait vpon thy drom Thy kingdome can no doubt afford the then A hundred hundred thousand fighting men But our long peace free from contentious iarre Hath made them such great strangers vnto warre That want of skill wil worke thy kingdoms wrong Vnlesse they learne what things to warre belong I wish that peace warres children nourish might So as they may defend their mothers right That when as danger brings it selfe in sight They well may know to order euery fight For God commands each welcommended means Be vsde to shield a kingdome from extreames Thus by our God thy kingdomes state erected Shall by his loue securely be protected And thus King Iames shall to his Crowne retaine The glory of our late Elizaes Raigne And adde vnto his glories now begun More then could by a mayden Queene be done In which attempt when Iustice giues the word I then desire to vse a Souldiers sword And in my heart thus much I contemplate I shall not need the lines effeminate A Ladies letter shall not a Souldier shake Nor be of force a Captaines name to make But due desart a Souldiers cause shall plead And tri'de experience shall the vangard lead Those bodies that shall for their countrey bleed No reason but their countrey should them feed And Englands law for them prouideth so But now our name vnto our King shall go My Soueraigne King my life is onely thine And nothing else within this world is mine And whilst my God shal suffer me to liue My liues imployment to my King I giue And when you please that Souldiers vsde shall bee My Soueraigne Lord euen then remember mee In dust and blood my life I le sacrifice To serue my king gainst Englands enemies My little skill it were in vaine to boast But were I tried amidst a warlike hoast I would not thinke but be sufficient then In warres aray to range tenne thousand men Yet in my heart I Englands peace preferre And not desire to see a causelesse warre But for my God my Christ my King my land I readie am to take my sword in hand These humble lines an infant muse hath fed And left them rough not wisely pollished Vnfit to swimme vnto that blessed shore Where springs the tree of sacred wisedomes lore Where Maiestie lockt vp in princely eyes With mercie mixt in Courts of safetie lies Yet that word mercie bids my muse to flie Vnto the throane of Englands Maiestie And hauing wisht to him all happiest health At 's princely foot she humbly throwes her selfe I cannot smooth with flatteries filed phrase Wherein doth stand a Poets gilded prayse A warlike pike is made a Souldiers pen Where with is writ the deeds of worthy men And like a Souldier with a subiects zeale I thus my loue vnto my King reueale And wish all good with an vnfained heart That heauen and earth can to his grace impart Humbly my wish vnto his period comes Praying for King for Queene for princely Sonnes Vnto them all my God thy loue expresse Protect them safely increase their happinesse And in thy mercie let not Englands sinne Blast the fresh flowers of our glorious spring Vnite two lands that but by name stands parted Their people blesse and make them single harted England and Scotland let all their Lords agree And serue their King in loues best puritie Then Irelands rebels full soone there is no doubt From doing harme will all be raced out These Kingdomes God in peace together knit That on his throne King Iames may safely sit So in their hopes those minds shall quickly quaile That thought ere this the Pope should most preuaile The selfe same law which Christ himselfe did teach The selfe same law shall Englands pastors preach And all Gods children shall reioyce with ioy To see their King the beast of Rome destroy Thus England now prouide thy triumphs games In honour of thy mightie prince King Iames. Heere followeth an excellent Poem wherein the author hath comprehended the principall effect of all before written and this he desires to dedicate to the Lord Maior of London and his brethren as a testimonie of his loue vnto there wisedomes and well ordered Citties gouerment and humbly prayeth that the beautie of there state may longe be continued to the honor of the King of England and his kingdome generally Coelestiall graces helpe my muse By your deuine direction That it may well that state peruse Vpheld by Ioues protection Whose honors praise doth far surmount All nations of the best accounte And tels the world that her bright glorie For euer liues in fames true storie England that I le with seaes inclosde Whose state twyse twentie two yeares stood Rulde by a Queene by heauen composde To be the best of euery good That humane race did euer yeelde Hir prayses heauen and earth hath filde Hir royall hand did kings controwle Earth hath her fame and heauen her soule That happie land when change had wrought Occasion that did menace warre By councell wise full soone was brought In peace to order euery Iarre The daye that causd sadde greefes annoy The selfe same day procurd much ioye Farewell sweete Queene did sorrow bring But ioy imbraste the name of king A true descent from race of kinges Raysd vp a king to Englands crowne Whose vertues prayse the muses singes He is Prince of great renowne Englands nobles true honor gaynde When they king Iames there king proclaimd His prudent wise and valiant spirit Doth like a King a kingdome merit Wondrous and yet a pleasant sight Did crosse reports contention When Earles and Lords and many a knight With wisedomes best preuention Did stoppe the mouth of priuate hate With loue vnto the publike state And still I wish that things fore done Spoyle not the glories now begun London I will thy fame imparte To stranger countries for my eyes Did see the worth of thy desarte I will thy wisedome memorise Thy people gouernd with like awe As when thy Queene rulde by her law The name of King no more could craue All tongues did crie the king God saue Thy commons did in order stande With carefull watch to gard thy peace Hearing what king should rule there land Then with a smile there sighes did cease With teares they did their Queene deplore With loue they did there king adore And then the ioye of there desires Fild London streetes with triumphes fiers Disordred mindes lookt for that coyle Which there degenerate thoughts had wishte When they might fill their hands with spoyle But now there hopes are all dismiste The sea of Rome with all her friends The hope of there proceedings endes And England doth with peace imbrace The glorie of Eternall grace Worlds great fame and wonders mirror Let honor now thy hopes renue Thy peacefull state hath binne warres terror Great kinges hath sent thy courte to vew Thy soueraignes scepter bearing hand Vpon a fowre fowld throane doth stand Let constant loue thy state inclose And feare not then a world of fooes England thy God hath shewed his loue Stand on thy gard the truth defende And such as would contentions moue Teach them to know how they offende Fetch home thy king and him annoin Whome God and nature doth appoint Thy Autums paste now comes thy springe Thy Queene God hath God saue the king