to our complaints giue place Our Garland lacks the Rose our chatton tins the stone Our Volier wants the Philomel we left allace alone What art thou Scotland then no Monarchie allace A oligarchie desolate with straying and onkow face A maymed bodie now but shaip some monstrous thing A reconfused chaos now a countrey but a King When Paris fed his flockes among the Phrigian plaines Aenone's loue was his delights his death were her disdaynes But when allace he knew that Priam was his Sire He left Aenone sweet and syne for Hâ—lene would aspire Proud Pellex England so thou art the adulterat brid Who for Aenone thinkes no shame to lye by Paris sid Who knowes ere it be long but our your happy King With Belgic Celtic Aquitan to his Empire may bring And he why should he not your Troynauant shall leaue And vnto Parise spurre the post his right for to receaue Then then shall England weepe and shed abounding teaires And we shall to our comfort find companions in our caires And till it so befall with pitie not with scorne Vpon this confinde Kingdome looke as on a land forlorne Wise Plato would not once admit it in his minde He lou'd Xenocrates so well he could become vnkinde And no more can we thinke dread Leige though thou be gone Thou will vngratly leaue vs thus disconsolat allone By Contrars Contrars plac'd no dout most clearely kith And now thy absence breedes our bale whose biding made vs blith O were thou not both wise and good we should not mourne We would not for thy absence weepe nor wish for thy returne Long sleepe made Rufus loose the vse of both his eene O do not thou sweet Prince make stay lest thou forget vs cleene Like Epimenides when thou returns againe The shapp of al things shal be chaing ' thine own sheepe shal be slaine Democrit rather choose no King at all to bee Then ouer wicked men to rule and such allace are wee Our Iewell England ioyes yet no way dooth wrong vs The world may see we were not worth that thou shuld be among vs But since it must be thus and thou art forc'd to flitt Now like a Heart in to the mids of thy great body sitt And from thy Troynauant which pleasures store impairts Behold thy Kingdom 's round about thy hand in all the Airts Examples old thou taks and layis before thy face The famous Numids thoght the midst to be most honored place Thus by Hyempsals side Adherbal Salust sets And so Iugurtha in the midst wee reed no intrance gets Graue Maro maks likway the Queene of Cartage braue Betwix Ascanius and the wise Aeneas place to haue Dooth not Apollo too in proudest pompe appere With bright and day-adorning beames in his meridian sphere So thou has choos'd the midst of all thy Kingdom 's knowne For looke about thee where thou list thou looks but on thine owne And since the Gods decree Great King that so shall bee Since Peace must florish in thy time Wars must cease die But competition too since thou has Englands Crowne Which was a Heptarchie of old of vncontrould renowne Let Vs and Al-bi-on that wee with one consent One God one King one Law may be t' adore serue keepe content In Rome the Sabins grew with Tyrians Troians mixt And Iuda ioynd with Israel but least wee seeme prolixt And that our louing plaint's and teares may now take end Thee to thy Crowns thy Crowns to thee the great good God defend CALIDONS COMPLAINT At the apparent Voyage to her England of ANNA Queene of Great Britaine France and Ireland with HENRIE Prince of Wales her most gracious Sonne AND shall no light at all to len vs light be left Shal Sunn Moone fixed those smal erratic stars be reft And was it not ynough that Titan tooke the flight Might not sweete Cynthia yet made stay for to haue lent vs light Since Sunne and Moone must goe that bright Harie starr Let Pluto now compare with vs in darknes if he darr From darknes was alace our deriuation old The fatall name MKOTIA nought but darknes doth vnfold Shall our estate allace from state be thus downthrowne Shal Scotland hensforth haue againe no cround K. of their owne Shal wee from King Queene Prince all their brood disseuer And shall not Scotland be againe inhabited for euer Shall ghastly Ziim cry and Oim make there sport Within the Palaces where once but Monarch's made resort At libertie alas shall Fauns and Satyrs lope And to a hellish cold dispare conuert our former hope And dare not Orpheus looke but once againe abacke Or shall wee finde nothing at all but fundamentall wracke Would God that vmquhyle Dame the wisest Dame in deed That euer Britaine earst hath borne or yet againe shall breed Would God as yet shee were to brooke her trident Mace Then shuld we not bin poynted at for wrake scorne disgrace Thou saild the glassie salt and conquered endles fame In prime of loue Heroic Prince to see thy Danish Dame In slâ—eing towrs of tree thou croc'd the bounded Roares And brought our Queene thy sacred Spous to Calidonian shoares wind O let not loue wax cold nor be not now vnkind Thou need not feare for foamie floods nor pray for prosperous Since shee sweet Dame is seik thy Sonn but young in yeers With Cancer Leo burns aboue into their torrid Spheers Make then a bles'd returne to see them both againe But ô allace wee ware those words vnto the winds in vaine For they must go to thee more to increas our cairs And leaue no thing behind them here but sorow sighs teairs TheÌ„ wherto serue those plaints who know's what is appoynted Or what the Destanies decrees to do with their Anoynted Nor Douâ—ir nor those Alps nor Tybers volted Arche Vnto that Archunonarche great King Iames must be a Marche The heauins of the great Prince hade care in to thy Coode And kept thee when thou no thing knew of ather bad or good How many treasons strange and conspirations great Haue bin contriu'd against thy crowne standing of thy state Before thou was and since thou has eskaip'd huge snairs Be blithe Tued march'd thy kingdoms once now must march thy cairs Thy name shal be enough to conquer seas lands And manumit afflicted Grece from Turks and tyrans hands When Rome shall be subdew'd may thou no go abroad And make Bizantium old obey the great alguiding God But if thou greyus great King our greiued harts to glade Of thy triennall visiting performe thy promeis made Faire gracious Dame whose match nor was nor shall be seene Though fortune smile remeÌ„ber yet that thou was first our Queene Accompleisd peereles Prince in body both and mind Thinke on thy natiue soyle with loue and be not cald vnkind And so since King Queene Prince and all our all must go The Trinitie aboue preserue this Trinitie be-low ELIAZABETH LATE QVEENE OF ENGLAND HER GHOST
vnquiet state When loe the Kalendes of this pleasent Spring Vnto my eares did ioyfull tydinges bring That bles'd Eliza had resignd her breath And payde the last and hindmost debt to death O fearefull death the fatall end of all With equall Mace thou chops both great and small And thou design'd her Diadems to weyre Of royall blood her nyest agnat heyre Thou like a Noah long has kep't thy Arke Thoyld many storme by day and gloomie darke Yet would not breake thy ward till time thy God Hath lent thee leaue and bids thee walke abrode But his commaund since thou would nothing do Loe he hath ioynd his blessinges therevnto Come foorth with Wife and Children sweete command The blessing breok and multiply the land Thus am I solu'd of all my wonted doubt Nor wits nor weirdes thy fortunes bringes about But that eternall prouidence aboue Which thou art bound to serue with feare and loue Those newes of new haue wak'd my sleeping vaine And makes me write vnto your Grace againe Most harty greetings of thy happy chaunce Since thou art King of England Ireland Fraunce Besides that famous and vnmatch'd renowne Of thy vnconquered olde and Scottish Crowne Long desuetude hath rusted so my quill My wits are weake but great is my good will Though scoffing Idiots will my paines depraue And Aristarchus all the credite haue I am to thee dread Leigt thy aerie Elfe I borrow but thy words to prayse thy selfe Let Muse-foe Mars elsewhere abroad go dwell Of warres and wounds let forraine Fachions smell Peace dwels with thee where it hath dwelt so long Prone to propell and to permit no wrong Wise Periander wreates that Crownes of Kings On many fearefull fluctuations hings And that a Monarch's suretie no way stood In victories in warrie broyles and blood But in the loue of Subiects trust and true Thence said the saige did setling sure ensue Graue Xenophon thy registers records That deeing Cyrus spoke those selfe same words Aratus rare said so to Philip great That loue and peace confirm's a Kings estate In speculation Schoolemen beene diume But thou exceeds them Sou'raigne Syre sensine For thou has put their sacred gnom's in vre Perfection in thy practique makes thee sure Let forraine lands now looke with enuies ee And who would rule let him come learne at thee When ather Momus or Rhamnusia barkes Thy wits are wondrous both in wreats and warkes Oft times said Otho in a rage that hee Had rather chuse nor be a King to die And Diocletian said to be a King And well to rule was most difficill thing When Dionise at Siracusa sweare That Damocles some while his Crowne should weare But being crownd he plainely did protest He neuer could-be blithe to be so blest Were those on life for to behold thee now They could not raigne nor could they rule as thou Thy match on mould nor was nor yet shall bee Thus might they learne for to be Kings at thee Ariston's praise is thine as I suppose Thou keepes thy friends and reconciles thy foes Vespasian-like whome Rome obeyd with loue A Shepheard both and carefull King you proue Thy folde bene broke and lo thou has tane paine To recollect thy erring flockes againe Thy Scepter and thy Sheephooke both are one Thou vnder heauen their Herd and Lord alone And now as Homer paynted Priam foorth Thou has beside thee men of wit and woorth Can any harme or strange thing now betide thee Vcalegon Antenor are beside thee Like Macedo the wondering world may doubt thee Parmenio and Philotas are about thee For all these Kingdomes which thou doest command A part by hop's a happy part in hand Thou has a Kingdome to thy selfe vnknowne Looke rightly too and Cecil is thine owne Were Plato now on life then would he say That thy republikes blessed are this day For thou art wise and now wise counsell hants And with thy wisedome thou supplies their wants Yet this much more I plainely must impart A friendly counsel from a faithfull heart Though farre from Ioue and thunder-claps I dwell My Lines of loue of truth and zeale shall smell Read then my Rymes most wise and prudent Prience And let a Hog teach Minerue but offence Not that I thinke your Grace has any need Or know's not els what 's heere before you reed No I attest great sacred Ioue aboue I onely write to manifest my loue While in my tugure such is my estate I take repast of poore vnpeppered Kate. I thanke my God for such as he doth giue And pray's withall that well and long thou liue And in seces at solitarie times Thou art remembred in my rusticke Rymes Sinetas poore vnto the Persian King Cold water in his hollow palme did bring Which Artaxerxes louingly out-dranke And gaue Sinetas both reward and thanke Right so those riuols of my poore Ingyne I heere present from out this palme of mine Read then dread Leige those trauails of my loue Elaborate and done for thy behoue 1 Thus I begin since adulations vaine In Courts wid Kings and Monarch must remaine To assentators thou must giue some eare But be no prouder of their prayse a haire For Macedo would needs be cald a God And to this end his Edicts blew abrod Which on his head did heape disgrace the rather Sith he asham'd that Phillip was his father 2 Giue Parasites enough but not too much And be not lauish least thy lucke be such As Timon Coliteus who outspent On Demeas and Gnatonides his rent Of that vnthankfull numer liue a new To promise much and to performe but few Be thou the stone precellent Prince of such For to secerne the honest mindes from such 3 The faithfull man that once hath done thee good And for thy life hath ventered life and blood Be thankfull still to him doe not despite him But with thy selfe thinke thou can nee're acquite him Proue not vnkinde to cause true Phocion die That thus hath fought and wun the field for thee But when such frieuds so nigh thy sides are seene Remember then but them thou had not beene 4 Serapion who is not taught to speike Let him not want suppose he shame to seike He is thine owne and loues thee as the leaue His speaking lookes will tell when he would haue Be prudent Prince a Pompey in this case A benefite vnsought hath double grace 5 Change not too oft the Rulers of thy state For that may breed intestiue strange debate The Fleeis els full from sucking more will slake But hungry Gnats will make thy woundes to ake I pray for them as did Hymera old For Dionise the tigtish tyran bold Lord saue sayd shee our King from death disgrace For were he gone a worse would get his place Since in this poynt th'apodosis is plaine I turne my stile vnto your Grace againe 6 If any friend in louing forme reueale Twixt you and him your o'ursights loue him well Since Plato sayes the brauest mindes bring foorth Both
CEase louing Subiects cease my death for to deplore And do no more with dririe cryes my dolful hearse decore Though like Cynegirus when both the hands are gone Yee would detaine me with your teeth in my Emperiall throne Bee Thracians now I pray and hence-foorth cease to mone Ere it be long in quiet peace ye shall finde fiue for one For if you can beleeue my prophetizing ghost Aeneas gaue Anchises trust you shall not thinke me lost The death of one some say the birth of one should bee Three mails femels two you haue most famous fiue for mee For as I seald my Will my Designation dew And did concredit by the rest to my Achates trew So now my ghost is glad that by my care his paine My countries haue their lawfull King the King his crowns againe Then bransh imbellis'd soyle most pleasant most perfite The onely earthly Eden now for pleasure and delighte Rich England now reioyce heaue vp to heauen thy hands The blessed Lord hath blest thy bounds beyond al other lands Since no Sardanapal is now become thy King No Dionise nor Nero proud my death to thee doth bring A King vnwoont to giue or yet to take offence A godly Dauid ruleth now a Prophet and a Prince The Pupill now is blith the Widow weepes not now No depredations in thy boundes the Rushbush keeps the Kow The Lyons now agree and do in Peace delight The Thirsel now defends guards the red Rose the white The british Saints shake hands with crosses ioynd and spred Whose cullours on the glassie salt no terror small haue bred Those now conioynd in one through Neptuns bounded roares Shal make the ventring mercheand sail secure to forane shoares Flee swift-wingd Fame tell the best rarest new's That time hath yet brought soorth by night or dayes delightfull hew's For Ships Swans most rich most faire samous Thamis Tell Neptune Thetis Triton too the haps of great king IAMES Thou murdring Galliglas who long my Laws withstood Learne to obey and bath no more thy blade in british blood All you my Subiects deire do homage dew to him And that shal make my blessed ghost in boundles ioyes to swim SONET To his Maiestie of the Vnion of the two famous Realmes Scotland and England SCilurus had twice fourtie Children male And teaching them in peace to passe their dayes And that no foe should gainst their force preuale His louing minde hee wisely thus bewrayes A bundle of Darts before their eyes he layes And pray'd each Sonne to breake the same at length When hee and hee to crush those Darts assayes But all in vaine hee told them Vnions strength You are a Father and a famous Prence Great are the bounds which are great King thine owne And like a sacred Scilure in this sence Keepes Britaine whole least it should be ouerthrowne The God of heau'n effect what thou intends And bring thy proiects to their happie ends To the Queens most Excellent Maiestie 1. SONET IN Pallas Church did wretched Irus stand And saw her paynted on the Chalk-whit wall With Booke in one and Sword in other hand And on his face poore soule did flatlings fall Syne sayd aloud since I allace am thrall To pouertie that I may not propine Thy Godhead great with gift nor great nor small Yet while I liue my seruice shall be thine So all the pow'rs of this my poore Ingyne Shall bee Faire Dame employed to pen thy praise Thou in Cymmerian gloomie darke shall shyne And on thy Vertues worlds to come shall gaize Thus Irus-like wise Pallas I adore And honour thee since I can do no more 2. SONET Of her Highnes Natall being the shortest day GReat mightie IOVE from his imperiall place And all the GODS for blythnes of Thy Birth Came downe from Heau'n to see thy fairest face Glad to Be guarded by thy beauties girth And Neptune fet his Flocks out through the Firth With all the Nymphs in Floods and Seais that dwell On Balens backs they mounted made their mirth To see thy shapp all leiuing leids excell And Phoebus father to the Fooll that fell In lowest state his yocked Horse did stay But fearing least thy beam's should burne him sell Hee stole aback and vpward went away And for thy saik thy Natall day each yeir He visits yet into his lowest spheir 3. SONET New yeir Gift THis Apill round I send ô matchles fare As children do for thryse al 's good agane Not such as that by which th' Enbean rare The loue of his Atlanta suift did gane Nor that by which Acontius did beguile Cydippe sweet in sacred Dian's Fane My minde abhors all such inuention vile No secre it slight doth in my gift remane It more resembleth that which Ate threw Mongst Pallas Iuno Venus Dames diuine To thee great Queene of all this courtly crew I do present this paynted A pill mine Were it of Gold or Paris I faire Dame It should be thine thou best deseru's the same 4. SONET THose famous old Gymnosophists of Inde Which Alexander did so much admire And compted but as churlish and vnkinde Cause they refus'd his offred Gold and geir Their greatest care and studie was we heir To view and marke the motions of the Sunn To know his courses in his Zodiac Spheir From Phospor's rysing till the night begun Such is my state O sacred Saint by thee I am a poore Gymnosophist of thine Thou art that Sunn which I delight to see No wealth I wish but that on mee thou shine They long'd for night so long-some was their day Blithe would I bee for to behold thee ay TO THE VERTVOVS AND ACCOMPLISHED Sir IAMES HAY Knight one of his Highnes most royall bed-chamber WHen a bad Wrestler became a knauish Phisition Courage said Diogenes to him thou has reason so to doe for now shalt thou helpe to put them in the ground who heretofore haue layd thee on it I am from a luckles louer become an infortunat Poet and haue determined with Courage to write Ditties against my riuall that breedes my disgraces and with Archilochus Iambics I minde to make Lycambes hang him selfe Agrippina foretold by Astrologues that her Sonne Nero should kill her answered Let him kill mee so he may be Emperour and succeed to Claudius all my senses in wofull lingage which makes me begge thy patrocinie like facidic Astrologs tell me my Pamphlet of the Cuckoe and Philomel shal be vnwelcome to many and receiue strange Commentartes but if you be content I care not my greatest ambition is to breed your content my pleasure to please you whose Adamantiue vertues haue drawne the Yron of my loue In publique or priuate in peaceable negotiations or occupations to leiue or die greatly or gloriously I know no forme or fortune of man I can admire or regard with so much honour with so much loue yea at all aduentures of life death thou mayest command Thine owne poore friend and