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A poeme, on the Kings most excellent Maiesties happy progresse into Scotland, and much desired returne May. 1633.
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I. R., fl. 1633.
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1633
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A POEME ON The KINGS most Excellent MAIESTIES happy Progresse into SCOTLAND and much desired returne MAY. 1633. ¶ Imprinted at LONDON MDCXXXIII To all True-hearted Subiects that wish well to our Gracious Souereigne His Royall Queene Prince Princesse and State The Authour no Poet but on this occasion directs his ensuing Poeme HE 's gone the Sunne goes Northward and t' was now Fit time of th' yeere I 'le tell you why and how Some in a Map doe trace each step Hee makes And with his Compasse one the distance takes From towne to towne and guided by his sight Dares to auouch that there He lay last Night And here He din'd this day and then amain He and his Troups passed ore such a Plaine And such a Meadow green and fields that lay Close to a Riuer running by that way Thus his Finger walkes the Iourney thorow Lastly he saith This is Edinborough Here must I point at things in generall For that were infinite to touch them all Or to describe the wayes or Townes or woods Or Hils or Dales or Fields or dainty Floods And Brookes that glide along I leaue that to Some other Muse for mine hath much adoe To finde a Clew of thred to lead her out Of this great Labyrinth she is about Thus some take Pleasure and Recreation To see Him in Imagination To thinke they see Him present heare Him speake As in a Dreame though absent when they wake And whil'st they this contemplate thus they sing No State so happy ne're so sweet a King When they haue done in speaking what they may Vnto His praise with bended knees they pray For Him and all that his Attendants be Praysing and wishing their Felicitie And that all blessings on His head may fall To make His Royall race perpetuall Marke how He mounts higher then Cancers Signe And walkes with equall steps beyond that â— Line The Gests Which Phoebus ne're could passe The Tropick His Tropicks stand Before the Sunne take them by Sea or Land Eastward He goes to France and West to Spaine By Doâ—er Northward to Scotland Southward backe againe To England Royall Traueller See here H' exceeds the Sun quarters the Hemisphere The Sunnes Summer beigne Now in His Apogaeum doth He shine Nine daies i th' North more then i th' Sothern Clime Astron'mers say 't is common yet mistake 'T was neuer but for Iames and Charles his sake See how Don Phoebus striues for to exceed Breathlesse and windlesse till his Coursers bleed Drinks vp the Sea for thirst and lets it fall In Teares into the Earths vast vrinall And when he cannot compasse his desire With burning heat would set the world on fire He rises early and goes late to bed Yet ere one Moneth he yeelds as vanquished Stands The â—â—â—stice gazing after him and doth admire But cannot moue is forc'd for to retire The Sunne though glorious needs must lay aside During this Progresse all his glittering pride Turnes â— Phosphorus to our Phoebus all the way The Day star Serues for a morning Starre vnto the Day And beares the Mace to Charles See how goes And comes before his Maiestie and showes As he ascends to Northward more and more Great light to them that were all Night before Dwellers vnder the North Pole But when the King returnes the Sunne with speede Comes South againe as if 't were so decreed They of th' Orcades rise and wondring say They ne're obseru'd it so since Iacobs day King â—ames For when of light they saw such curious streames They did suppose it had been Phoebus beames In hopes that he for his long absence might Giue more then halfe yeere day for halfe yeere night Now they plucke on their clothes awak't from sleep Reioycing much for to see the day peepe One for his doublet one for his breeches calls Rowsing their Seruants from their Funeralls Neere dead asleepe they that dwell farthest North That for sixe moneths at least ne're ventured forth Of their owne doores in haste without dispute Run to the tops of th' Hills for to salute The rising Sunne by vse the case is cleare The first that sees him shall be King that yeere 'T is not your vsuall Sunne that now you see But 't is King Charles a greater Sunne then he Vp to your mountaine tops therefore and pry For to behold him first as narrowly As e're you did your Sunne who can alleadge The Conquest shall not lose his Priuiledge When by Gods grace He shall returne then we His loyall Subiects shall contend to see Our Souereigne first no hills for this so high As we desire no Alpes can satisfie For when He tooke His Progresse then each one That could not Him attend where He was gone Looks at his Coach wheeles as along they past Striuing with greedy eyes to see him last Those of the Antarctike Pole haue cause to feare The Arctick day will almost make a yeere And they i th' night must all that while abide Whereas the Sunne did commonly diuide The Day and Night betwixt them good successe Be to the Northerne world th' Almighty blesse Denmarke and Swede and all the rest that are Confederates for that League and German war The Sunne comes neerer you and gilds the Skie Till of your foes you get the victory The birds most sweetly chant it all the way Bid him good morrow and good night each day Each Wood and Groue each Tree and each Briar Yeeld Choristers to make a dainty quire Sometimes the Partridge one another call Morning and Euening sings the Nightingall T' were endlesse to recount the Notes they sing When all the birds doe homage to the King Vnder his window ere the day appeare Ioying and clapping crowes loud Chanticleere Fishes and Beasts doe th' like but that my song Cannot assoord them roome 't would be too long And o're the Hills and Valleys with the bounds Of Horses and Coaches the Echo sounds Repeating all that 's done or said as crost That any word or tittle should be lost The end for breuity by her exprest Shews that she keepes a Iournall of the rest The highway Criples run by 's Coaches side To aske an almes which neuer is denied You 'ld laugh how some at th' end of euery towne With wooden legs will put the Footmen downe The Maiors and Aldermen of euery place And vnder-Officers for a great space Come forth to meet him and to offer vp Some siluer Flaggons some a golden Cup Some one thing some another any thing They iudge to be most pleasing to the King And thus in humble manner as 't is meet Lay downe their keyes and power at his feet With them the rurall Lads and Lasses too Staring and gazing to see what they doe He 's a despised clowne eternally That comes not forth to see the King passe by The Countrey Hoydens gaine thus much they can That saw the King write alwayes Gentleman You 'ld wonder how they 'l boast 't is their glory When to their sweet-hearts they tell this story Sunne stand thou still and let thy Solstice be So long i th' Heauen till thou clearely see His safe arriuall and returne againe Leaue him not there as once thou didst in Spaine Hoping to meet him sent with swift careere Perchance Expresse to see how all did here Our Sunne to Scotland gone doth make our night Our Moone His royall Consort giues vs light Queene Mary Two pretty Starres increase it that stand by Conioyn'd with her Venus and Mercury Prince Charles Princesse Mary Marke a Parhelium now two Suâ—nes for one Doe shine aboue our Northerne Hoâ—izon In Scotland one in England one yet the So farre asunder make a goodly day And if thus distant they can shine so sweet How bright a Skie wil't be when they next meet His sacred head all happinesse attend The Queene the Prince the Princesse Subiects Friend Let Angels guardians God Protector stand By Sea His Pilot and His Guide by land By day His Cloud by night His burning Torch Nor cold by night nor heat by day may scorch His royall Person let His clothing be Eliahs Mantle and His company Eliahs Chariot Tobies Raphael i th' way He goes for thirst giue Iacobs Well For hunger Iacobs Venison which may send A blessing to all those that Him attend For sleepe giue Iacobs Pillow at his head Set Iacobs Laddar that which I haue said Giue all those blessing which His conuoy found Vnto our King for â—o begirt him round O let His sleep be sweet His dreames diuine Of heauenly angels and his heart incline Good God that King Solomons dreame may be Confirm'd to Him and His posteritie And that in full assurance God may please Conduct Him safe and bring Him backe in peace Viuat Rex J. R.