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A17342	The seuerall speeches and songs, at the presentment of Mr Bushells rock to the Queenes most excellent Majesty. Aug. 23. 1636. Her Highnesse being gratiously pleased to honour the said rock, not only with her royall presence; but commanded the same to be called after her owne princely name Henrietta	Bushell, Thomas, 1594-1674.; Ives, Simon, 1600-1662.	1636 (1636)	STC 4187.5; ESTC S115590	3,738	12

THE SEVERALL SPEECHES AND Songs at the presentment of Mr BVSHELLS ROCK TO THE QVEENES Most Excellent Majesty Aug. 23. 1636. HER HIGHNESSE being Gratiously Pleased to Honour the said ROCK not only with HER ROYALL Presence BVT COMMANDED THE SAME to be called after her owne Princely name HENRIETTA OXFORD Printed by LEONARD LICHFIELD M.DC.XXXVI The Hermits speech ascending out of the ground as the KING entred the Rock WITH bended knees thus humbly doe I pray You blessed powers that glorifie this day And to my frozen lipps haue vtterance giuen Speak O speak the Commands you bring from heauen For by times Embleme that since Noahs flood I thus haue grasp'd my soule hath vnderstood The world no farther Iorney hath to saile Then is betwixt this Serpents head and taile Hold Serpe hand If then before the Earths great funerall Most glorious SIR you hither come to call The Inmates of this solitarie place To strict accoumpt for Heauens sake daigne the grace To lend your patience and a gentle eare To what I ought to speak and you may heare A Prodigall profuse in vast expence That nothing studied but to please his sense Trimming a glorious outside whil'st within He cherisht nought but propagating sinne That multiplied so fast there was no place Allow'd for virtue or for sauing grace God of his mercy pleased was at last A gratious Eye vpon his soule to cast Which being so neere a finall rack as now His only care his studie is but how He may redeeme the yeares he lost in sinne And liue as he to liue did now beginne What followed next must be conceau'd of course Confession contrition and remorse These guides to heauen he happily persu'd View'd his past life and that againe review'd And to that end he purchas'd at a price This field then sterill now his Paradise Where he as man of old by God being bound With Adam wrought and dig'd and drest the ground Here are no Riuers such as Eden had Nor were these banks with trees or flowers clad T' invite a stay the Owle not Philomell Within this solitarie place did dwell And I the Genius of this obscure Caue Since the great deluge liu'd as in a graue Chain'd to this ROCK my Toumb-stone in dispaire Of freedome or to view such beames as are Shot from your Virtues All my dayes were night Vntill the humble Owner brought to light These eyes of mine and forc'd great nature show This master-peece a grace she did not owe To any age before and sooth to say I thinke it was created ' gainst this day If then you be the God of Brittaines earth And rule this I le as sure you are by birth Vouchsafe a blessing such a one as may Preserue this ROCK my mansion from decay For envie would expell me from my home And sinck me in the ruines of my owne But let the true Possessor to whom heauen For pure devotion-sake this place hath giuen Let him in peace enioy it that he may Build Altars here and daily offerings pay For his preseruers health grant this and then I that liu'd long with stones will liue with men And thinke the golden age is now begunne In which no injuries are meant or done Such Innocents as yet remaine with vs That doe inhabit here and humbly thus We meane to liue having no other fare Then uncurst water uncorrupted aire Vouchsafe to enter and you here shall find Nothing but what may please a displeas'd mind My bold Commission 's done and I returne Downe to my humble graue my peacefull urne Mr BVSHELL his Contemplation vpon the Rock GReat nature had I not a Soule that spies A greater power enthron'd aboue the skies I should adore thee and should Idolize This maister-peece of thine and sacrifice The fat of Bullocks to thy memorie But we forbidden are to deifie What may be seene since that it is reveal'd The face of what 's divine must be conceal'd From mortall eyes untill that greatest light Be quite put out that severs day from night Where are the Muses that were wont to sing Their well tun'd note about Parnassus spring Where is that Master-peece of Poets now That had a Lawrell wreath to crowne each brow Where are those paper-spoylers that can part With many sheetes to paint out painted Art In praising faces features such as be In beautie poore if once compar'd to thee Shall I not thinke the world on 's death-bed lyes And summon'd to his funerall obsequies The soules departed hence when thus I see Nature unlocke her richest treasurie And in this doting age discover more Then in six thousand yeares that past before You that can sequester your selves from men And buried be alive in Caue or den In hollow ROCK or in a desart groue That the sad note of murmuring water love I le bring you to a ROCK that for it's pleasure The Indies cannot purchase with their treasure Where none but virgin silence liveth there And sweetest Musicke charmes the chastest eare The fountaines times doe keepe to birds that sing And on the plaine song utter'd by each spring The ayerie Choristers division run The solid ROCK that various streames hath spun Even into strings as small as smallest wyre Seemes to consort and so make up a quire Such as the holy virgines sweetly raise When their choice Hymnes doe sing on holy-dayes So that devotion here is kept on wing And rather rais'd then checkt by whispering Of springs with ROCKS or ROCKS with light heel'd streames Night swimmes away in rest the day in dreames So that the watchfull HERMIT needs no clock There are perpetuall Chymes within this ROCK That will not let his contemplation sleepe Would he be sad there he may learne to weepe Of every object offer'd to his eye The humble pavement never shall be dry But moystened still with teares that there are shed From the rich fountaine of the ROCKS curl'd head This my Propheticke soule foretells shall be ENSTON the honour that shall dwell with thee A Sonnet within the pillar of the Table at the Banquet I. COme away blest soules no more Feede your eyes with what is poore 'T is enough that you haue blest What was rude what was undrest And created in a trice Out of Chaos paradise Come away and cast your eyes On this humble sacrifice 2. We no golden apples giue Here 's no Adam here 's no Eve Not a Serpent dares appeare Whilest your Majesties stay here Oh then sit and take your due Those the first fruits are that grewe In this Eden and are throwne On this Altar as your owne 3. Set a chaire for earth's Jove Bring another for his love Come away vouchsafe to taste What was gathered up in haste If we live another yeare By your grace and favour here Italy and France and Spaine Of their fruits shall boast in vaine Mr BVSHELL presenting the Rock by an Eccho sung to the KING and QVEENES Majesty The Eccho I charge thee answere me to what