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A04258
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His Maiesties Lepanto, or heroicall song being part of his poeticall exercises at vacant houres.
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James I, King of England, 1566-1625.
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1603
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continued thus Vncertayne all the while For Fortune oft on either side Did frowne and after smile It seem'd that Mars and Pallas both Did thinke the day too short With bloody practise thus to vse Their olde acquainted sport For as the slaughter ay increast So did the courage still Of martiall men whome losse of friends Enarm'd with eigre will The more their number did decrease The more that they were harmd The more with Mars then were they fild With boldning spite inarm'd Now vp now downe on either side Now Christians seemd to winne Now ouerthrowne and now agayne They seemd but to beginne My pen for pitty cannot write My hayre for horrour stands To thinke how many Christians there Were kild by Pagane hands O Lord throughout this Labyrinth Make me the way to view And let thy holy threefold Sprcit Be my conducting clew O now I spy a blessed Heauen Our landing is not farre Loe good victorious tydings comes To end this cruell warre IN all the time that thus they fought The Spanish Prince was clipt With Ali-Basha whome to meet The rest he had oreslipt And euen as throughout both the Hosts Dame Fortune varied still So kythde she twixt those Champions two Her fond inconstant win For after that the Castles foure Of Gallies both with found And slaughter huge their Bullets had In other made rebound And all the small Artillery Consumde their shots below In killing men or else to cut Some Cable strong or Towe Yet victory still vncertayne was And Soldats neuer ceast With interchange of Pikes and Darts To kill or wound at least In end when they with bloud abroad Had bought their meeting deare The victory first on Spanish side Began for to appeare For euen the Spanish Prince himselfe Did hazard at the last Accompanied with boldest men Who followd on him fast By force to winne the Turkish decke The which he did obtayne And entered in their Galley syne But did not long remayne For Ali-Basha prou'd so well With his assisters braue That backward faster then they came Their valiant foes they draue That glad they were to scape themselues And leaue behind anew Of valiant fellowes carcases Whom thus their enemies slew The Generall boldned then with spight And vernisht red with shame Did rather chuse to leese his life Then time his spreading fame And so of new encouraged His Souldiers true and bolde As now for eigrenesse they burne Who earst were waxed cold And thus they entred in agayne More fiercely then before Whose rude assault could Ali then Resist not any more But fled vnto the Fort at STEVIN For last refuge of all Abiding in a doubtsome feare The chance he did befall A Macedonian Souldier then Great honour for to win Before the rest in earnest hope To Basha bold did rin And with a Cutlace sharpe and fine Did whip me off his head Who lackt not his reward of him That did the Nauy lead The Generall syne caus'd fixe the head Vpon his Galley Mast At sight whereof the faythlesse Host Were all so sore agast That all amaz'd gaue backe at once But yet were stayd agayne And neuer one at all did scape But taken were or slayne Ochiali except with three times ten Great Galleyes of his owne And many of the Knights of MALT Whome he had ouerthrowne But if that he with his conuoy Had mist a safe retreat No newes had SELYM but by brute Heard euer of this defeat WHEN thus the victory was obtaynd And thanks were giuen to God Twelue thousand Christians counted were Releeu'd from Turquish rod. O Spanish Prince whome of a glance And suddenly away The cruel fates gaue to the world Not suffering thee to stay With this the still night sad and blacke The earth oreshadowed then Who Morpheus brought with her and rest To steale on beasts and men BVT all this time was Venice Towne Reuoluing what euent Might come of this prepared fight With doubtsome mindes and bent They long'd and yet they durst not long To heare the newes of all They hoped good they fear'd the euill And kest what might befall At last the ioyfull tydings came Which such a gladnesse bred That Matrons graue and Mayds modest The market place bespred Anone with cheerefull countenance They dresse them in a ring And thus the formost did begin Syne all the rest to sing Chorus Venetus SIng praise to God both young and olde That in this towne remayne With voyce and euery Instrument Found out by mortall brayne Sing praises to our mighty God Prayse our deliuerers name Our louing Lord who now in need Hath kythd to be the same The faythlesse snares did compasse vs Their nets were set about But yet our dearest Father in Heauen He hath redeemd vs out Not onely that but by his power Our enemies feet they slayd Whom he hath trapt and made to fall Into the pit they made Sing prayses then both young and olde That in this towne remayne To him that hath releeu'd our necks From Turkish yoke prophane Let vs wash off onr sinnes impure Cast off our garments vile And haunt his Temple euery day To pray his name a while O prayse him for the victory That he hath made vs haue For he it was reueng'd our cause And not our army braue Prayse him with Trumpet Piphre drum With Lutes and Organes fine With Viols Gitterns Cistiers al 's And sweetest voyces syne Sing prayse sing prayse both yong and old Sing prayses one and all To him that hath redeemd vs now From cruell Pagans thrall IN hearing of this Song me thinks My members waxes faynt Nor yet from dulnesse can I keepe My minde by no restraint But loe my Yrny head doth noâ— Vpon my Adamant brest My eye-lids will stand vp no more But fall to take them rest And through my weake and weary hand Doth slide my pen of lead And sleepe doth else possesse me all The similitude of dead The God with golden wings through ports Of horne doth to me creepe Who changes ofter shapes transformd Then Proteus in the deepe How soone he came quite from my mind He worldly cares remoou'd And all my members in my bed Lay still in rest belou'd And syne I heard a ioyfull song Of all the feathered bands Of holy Angels in the heauen Thus singing on all hands Chorus Angelorum SIng let vs sing with one accord Hallelu-iah on hye With euery elder that doth bow Before the Lambe his knee Sing foure and twenty all with vs Whill Heauen and earth resound Replenisht with Iehouas prayse Whose like cannot be found For he it is that is and was And euermore shall be One onely one vnseparate And yet in persons three Prayse him for that he create hath The Heauen the earth and all And euer hath preseru'd them since From their ruine and fall But prayse him more if more can be That so he loues his name As he doth mercy shew to all That doe professe the same And not alanerly to them Professing it aright But euen to them that mixe therewith Their owne inuentions slight As specially this samin time Most playnely may appeare In giuing them such victory That not aright him feare For since he shewes such grace to them That thinke themselues are iust What will he more to them that in His mercies onely trust And sith that so he vses them That doubt for to be sau'd How much more them that in their hearts His promise haue engrau'd And since he doth such fauour shew To them that fondly pray To other Mediatours then Can helpe them any way O how then will he fauour them Who prayers doe direct Vnto the Lambe whom onely he Ordaynd for that effect And since he doth reuenge their cause That worship God of bread An errour vayne the which is bred But in a mortall head Then how will he reuenge their cause That onely feare and serue His dearest Sonne and for his sake Will for no perils swerue And since that so he pities them That beare vpon their brow The marke of Antichrist the Whoore That great abuser now Who does the truest Christians With fire and sword inuade And make them holy Martyrs that Their trust in God haue layd How will he them that thus are vsde And beare vpon their face His speciall marke a certayne signe Of euerlasting grace Put end vnto the trauels Lord And miseries of thy Saynts Remouing quite this blindnesse grosse That now the world so dants Sing prayses of his mercy then His superexcellence great Which doth exceed euen all his works That lye before his seat And let vs sing both now and ay To him with one accord O holy holy God of Hosts Thou euerliuing Lord. THus ended was the Angels song And also here I end Exhorting all you Christians true Your courage vp to bend And since by this defeat ye see That God doth loue his name So well that so he did them ayd That seru'd not right the same Then though the Antichristian fect Against you doe coniure He doth the body better loue Then shaddow be ye sure Doe ye resist with confidence That God shall be your stay And turne it to your comfort and His glory now and ay FINIS