youth Whose minde of truer Magnanimitie In daungers to disdaine the thought of feare whose hart more necre vnto Diuinitie with Patience Care all discontents to beare whose Soule more full infused with Gods Spirit Through all the world that doth such wonder merit With all these blessings from the highest Blisse Hir Care to keepe hir kingdome still in peace Shewes that hir minde is hardly led amisse That doth such glory to hir Crowne encrease That Fame doth sound in hir best pleasing breath But onely Englands QVEENE ELIZABETH Since then that God doth with that Grace inspire hir That shewes hir blessed in the heauens aboue And all the Princes of the world admire hir For all the wonders worthy honors loue Why should this Earth liue euer to forget hir But in the Soule of loues Remembraunce set hir They that haue liu'd could say while they did liue Subiects are blest in such a Souereigne They that now liue may well like witnesse giue A gratious QVEENE doth make a glorious Reigne They that heereafter liue hir Grace to see May say on Earth not such a Queene as shee How hath shee kept hir Court in comlinesse Hir State in state of gracious Maiestie Hir Peeres in loue hir Church in Godlinesse Hir lawes in strength hir Lords in vnitie Hir Peoples awe in Loues perswasion Hir Land in Peace without Inuasion Doth shee giue hearing vnto graue aduise Great is hir wisedome so to guide hir will Sounds shee the depth of good or ill deuise Blest bee the Care of such a Princely skill Leaues shee the worst and onely takes the best Blest bee hir choice so bee shee euer Blest How hath shee sought to beate offences downe With kinde Corrections not with Crueltie How hath shee kept the honour of hir Crowne With Loue and Mercy not with Tiranny How hath shee liude that all the world may know Was neuer Queene whose loue did gouerue so VVhat Neighbour people hath hir land relieued Who driuen from home make heere their safe aboad And with hir will what people haue ben grieued Except they be the Enemies of God Within hir Lande how soone all tumults cease VVhile loue and Mercy breede continuall peace To speake of such particularities As in exceedings doe set downe hir name Which all and some are singularities That make true Nusique for the Trompe of fame Is meete for some heaues Muses to endite While Angels pens are fittest for to wtite But as an Eie that all farre of beholdeth An Excellence it can not comprehend Yet what Conceit in secret sence vnfoldeth It hath a Will in wonder to Commend Yet when it speakes it wincketh at the light As though to weake to speake of such a sight So my poore Spirit whose harts humble Eie Sees by the light that it hath power to see A world of worth in wonder all so high As shewes what worth aboue worlds vvonders bee In hir due praises can set downe so little As to hir Title all is but a tittle Yet though mine Eie can touch nor Sunne nor Moone Shall I not praise the cleerenesse of the Skie And though my Morning bee an after Noone Shall I still sleepe as though I had no Eie No giue mee leaue to say the Sunne is bright Although mine Eies but dimly see the light And though my knowledge be but Ignorance Compard to that hir praise should Comprehend And such a Muse as would hir pen aduance To write hir worth should but hir will attend Yet let mee say to them that can say more England had neuer such a QVEENE before Who would but note this foure and forty yeeres how Mercies Iustice hath hir Scepter swayed Of which no Prince nor Emperour that heares But is with wonder of hir worth dismaide Woul say in Soule on earth was neuer seene Kingdome so gouernd by a VIRGIN QVEENE Now for hir Counsaile all admire those wits That with such wisedome doe aduise hir will And in hir will thinck what true wisedome sits That is the ground worke of their gratious skill And say that God that Land a blessing giues Where such a Queene and such a Counsaile liues Some Male-contented Malecondition'd mindes Where priuate grudge regards no publique good Mistaking Reason in malitious kindes Like Serpents hatcht of an vnkindely brood In hate may blot that better loue commends But such ill Spirits God send speedy ends I pray for few I hope for none at all Indifference speakes so truely in hir praise That while cold feares vnchristian harts apall Faith findes in hir the Phaenix of our daies While humble loue in loyall harts doth pray That shee may liue vntill the latter day Now for hir Treasure how shee doth bestow hir blessed Talent in hir Crownes behoue May witnesse well that God himselfe doth show Shee is the faire deere daughter of his loue Whom his high hand hath ouer men so placed And so aboue both men and women graced What Noble spirit hath true honour proued But hir sweet Eie hath graciously regarded What vertuous spirit but hir hart hath loued And to the due of best desart Rewarded For Princely kindnesse to hir humble friends Fame sounds hir point in praise that neuer ends What should I need to walke my wits about A world of wonder where there is no truth When Truth it selfe doth bring these wonders out Both in hir Princely Peereles Age and Youth Where olde and young may all and onely see How blest a Kingdome in a Queene may be I make no Care of fictions nor of fables Minerua faire and Pallas were but fained But Truth may write in hir memoriall table That such a Queene in England neuer raigned As makes all Poets idlie spend their breath That name a Queene but in ELIZABETH I cannot chuse but wonder at those wits That haue imployed their pennes in Poetrie In whose deepe braines that best inuention sits That lookes at honour with a heauenly eie That some or all in all their songs and laies Haue not Contended for Elizas praise But it may bee they found their wits to weake To equall will in writing of their wonder Yet such as could of Earths chiefe praises speake Might say hir praise puts all Earths praises vnder And say no more then all the world may see If Angell woman on the Earth t is shee Some out of French Italian Dutch or Spanish Doe draw discourses of most worthie Creatures But let those Fictions all like fables vanish To shew the notes of all those gratious natures I goe no further then our Soueraigne Queene Where all in one and one in all is seene For Vertues Grace beeholde hir Virgin traine Where faire demeanours put foule humours downe For Maiestie what Monarch doth retaine So graue a Counsaile to a Gratious Crowne And for attendaunce let loues Muses sing A Virgin Queene deserues a seruant King For truely sound each point of such perfection As makes a Kingdome blessed in a Queene And let but Truth confesse without exception The sacred worth in hir true wisedome seene And Englands hart may haue iust cause to say Blest bee hir Birth and Coronation day A louely Day faire may it euer last A Sunne-shine Day whose beames are heauenly bright Cleere may they shine and neuer ouercast With any Clowde that may obscure the light That in hir height of Brigtnesse not declining England may ioy to see hir euer shining Oh could I flie with such an Eagles vvings As could be soaring in the Sunnie light Or could I heere but what that Angell sings That neuer Poet had the power to vvrite Then should my spirit and my penne not cease To vvrite hir praise that now must hold my peace And onely praie that hee that sits on high And holds the hand of mercies maiestie Our gracious God that shee maie neuer die But in the life of loues eternitie Liue from the blot of fowle obliuions penne All faithfull harts in England saie Amen FINIS A faithfull Subiects prayer O Glorious God and onely King of Kings Whose holie eie both heauen earth beholdeth And from whose Mercie all and onely springs The fayrest life that faithfull loue vnfoldeth Mine humble spirit I beseech thee raise To giue thy glory all eternall praise O gratious God among the many graces Wherein thy Mercie hath this Iland blest In whom the height of all our happie cases Vnder thine onely holy hand doth rest For our sweet gratious vertuous Soueraigne Queene Let our harts humble thanckfulnesse be seene Blesse hir O Lord with Nestors happie daies Health wealth and peace and euerlasting pleasure Let Vertues loue resound hir worthie praise And thy true wisedome be hir spirits treasure Hir greatest hopes vpon thy graces grounded Hir state preserued and hir foes confounded Preserue oh Lord hir faithfull Counsellors Hir Loyall subiects and hir true attendants Hir vertuous Lawiers valiant Souldiers And let thine Angels be hir loues defendants Hir state of blisse bee Englands blessed storie And giue hir Soule a Crowne of endlesse glorie Amen R. V.
IHÌ„S R V SOLE FRA LE STELLE Tenet Angelus Deam A new yeeres guift whose good well seene May please the wisdome of a Queene True vse whereof well weide in deede May stand the gracious in good steed HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE THE RIGHT WAY TO HEAVEN And the true testimonie of a faithfull and loyall subiect Compiled by Richard Vennard of Lincolnes Inne MATH 6. First seeke the kingdome of Heauen and all things shal be giuen AT LONDON Printed by Thomas Este 1601. R. V. SALVATOR MVNDI I IN this thy Name my soule great comfort findes H Heald from hir leprous sinne by thy deere bloud E Eschewing that molests disturbed mindes S Seeking for that may doe my conscience good V Vouchsafe thy Nature as thou giuest thy Name S Sweet Iesus that a blessed Sauiour came C Come comforter behold my soule is sad H Helpe with thy Mercie that thy Hand hath made R Regard mee so with hope I may be glad I In thy deere grace let all my deedes be staid S Sonne of thy Father such true lightning send T That in thy fauour Christ our liues may end AMEN TO THE HIGH AND mightie Princis Elizabeth by the grace of God Queene of England France and Ireland defendor of the Faith c. Richard Vennard of Lincolnes Inne Gent Wisheth all happinesse in this life And in the world to come Celestiall Eternitie MOST Renowned Soueraigne pleaseth it your Sacred Maiestie at the humble hands of your loiall subiect to accept this little handfull of my harts labour wherein my feeling of Gods mercies my knowledge of your gracious goodnesse and my care of my countries well doeing haue made me take such paines as if it may be pleasing in your sight shall breed no little ioy to my Soule Who kneeling at your Royall feete doe besech the God of all Glory to indew your Highnesse with his infinite blessings and long to preserue your sacred Maiestie in all ioyfull health and prosperous life Your Maiesties most faithfull and loyall subiect Richard Vennard Laudetur Dominus in aeternum OH Heauenly Spirit of especiall power That in thy hand thy praise of praises holdest And from the top of Truthes triumphant tower The hidden sence of fairest thoughts vnfoldest Inspire this hart and humble soule of mine With some sweet sparkle of thy power deuine Teach me to thinck but on that onely thought Wherein doth liue the grace of vertues glory And learne no more then what thy truth hath taught To those best wits that write thy worthie storie Wherein is seene in heauen and earths preseruing The highest point of praises praise deseruing Let not compare come neere vnto none such Heauen bee my thought and let the world go by And say withall that say I nere so much All are but trifles to thy treasurie For all no more then what thy mercie giueth Who can behold wherein thy glory liueth No I can see the shining of the Sunne But cannot sound the Essence of the light Then of thy face in whom that faire begunne How can my soule presume to haue a sight No my deere God thy glory hath a beeing Where Eie nor Heart nor Soule may haue a seeing And therefore Lord since such thy glory is As cannot bee but of thy selfe conceiued And heauen nor earth conteines that sparke of blisse But from thy hand of Mercy is receiued What spirit can hir sweetest passion raise Neere to the due of thy deserued praise Yet since all glory doth belong to thee Thy name in all things must bee magnified And by thy Mercie thou hast made mee see How in my soule thou maist be glorified In that sweet Mercy make my Soule to know How best I may thy blessed glory show Oh glorious God what creature can there bee That moues or Breathes or growes but shewes thy glory What art or science but doth speake of thee And writes the wonder of thy wisedome story What sound or sence can reasons Soule refine But speakes in glory of thy grace deuine The Sunne in brightnesse glorifies the light That in the beames but of thy beauty liueth The Moone and Starres amid the darkest night Shew what a light thy louing Mercy giueth So Sunne and Moone and all those shining creatures Doe shew thy glory in their lightsome natures Is not the daye a figure of perfection Wherin thy creatures were created first And Night of sinne that with a fowle infection Shewes how the Soule is for hir sinnes accurst But night once past the Glorious daie appeering Shewes sinnes forgiuen the ioy of mercies cheering So Sunne and Moone and Starres and daie and night Speakes of thy glorie in their cause of beeing And how they serue but in obedience right Vnto the grace but of thy will agreeing While wisdome shewes in state of reasons storie They giue vs light that wee may giue thee glory The Azure Skie more cleere then Chrystalline Wherin the Sunne doth cast his beames abroad How doth it figure that faire hand of thine Wherein thy Mercie makes hir most aboade While to the humble soules beleeuing eye Thy glory shines farre brighter then the Skie The Clowds that shed those dropps of blessed dewes That water the drie places of the Earth What droppe so small but it thy glory shewes To bring a plenty where was earst a dearth How doe they figure faithfull sorrowes teares Whence sin-burnt soules the fruit of mercie beares The Aier that giues each liuing creature breath Speakes of thy glorie in that breathing power And when it leaues the creature vnto death It shewes thy glory in that parting hower To leaue the flesh so in corruption wounded Till grace renue that was in sinne confounded The earth that yeelds such choice of fruits and flowers How doth it shew that glorious power of thine When all vnseene doe hidden lie those powers That Arte or Nature neuer can define How sweetes and formes and colours so should grow But that thy glorious will would haue it so And as the spring brings forth the budding greene With beauties dies for to adorne the field So in the winter few or none are seene That can the eye contentiue pleasure yeeld So that the earth that neuer silence breaketh In hir dumb speech yet of thy glory speaketh The Sea wherein those worlds of fishes liue That floate and tomble in the tossing waues What Notice doe they of thy glory giue That from the Whale the little Herring saues And makes the Dolphin wound the Whale so sore As driues him from the Sea to die on shore What beast so great or creeping worme so small what bird so high or of so low a flight But that thy name is glorified in-all who hauing made them by thy heauenly might Preseruest them so that all the world may see They haue their beeing onely but in thee The beast his heare the feather of the bird The fishes scale and euery tree his barke These for defence doth Nature all aforde As of thy
remembred And as we are now clothed with the image of Adams corruptible body subiect to death misery so shall we then bee clothed with the image of Christs glorious body changed into perfection and sinceritie When Christ shall appeare saith the Apostle we shal be like vnto him see him as he is though wee shall not then as now bee maintained with earthly or elementall foode but as the Angells of Heauen yet our bodies of the same humane nature shape and fashion of flesh bones with all parts and members of a man as in this lise not altered in substance but changed in property Behold my hands and my feete saith our sauiour to his disciples for it is euen I my selfe handle mee and see for a spirit hath not flesh and bones as ye see mee haue And as we shal be new men so shall we haue new sences to vnderstand things not as they seeme but as they are in deed behold the diuine Maiestie of God face to face the fruition of whose glorious presence as the originall fountaine from whence all wisedome gladnesse ioy vertue and true felicitie proceede shall so rauish content and satisfie euery member power and sence of both bodie and minde with such full perfection of pleasure and delight as neither eye hath seene eare hath heard tongue can expresse nor any hart of man imagine in comparison wherof all the desired and gladsome pleasures of this world are but fayned shewes and darke shadowes And as our sauiour Christ laid aside part of the Maiestie tooke vpon him the forme of a seruant hauing performed due obedience subiectioÌ„ vnto his father is now aduanced to the highest dominion and crowned with honor glory so that all knees shall bow vnto him So after the last day when he hath performed the office of a Meditor he shall yeeld vp into the hands of his Father both the kingdome name and crowne of glory that God may bee all in all to whose heauenly mansion the God of all glory bring vs for his Sonne Christ his sake AMEN A most godly and comfortable Praier in time of Aduersitie O Eternall and most louing Father thou GOD of mercie iudgement to whom all things in Heauen earth doe bow obey at the continuance of whose glorious Maiestie the wohle world doth tremble quake who hath fashioned Man of slime and earth couered him in his mothers womb and deliuered him from death and hell To thee our heauenly Father I humbly bow the knees of myne heart beseeching thy Fatherly goodnesse in Iesus Christ to heare mee poore wretched childe of Adam begotten and borne in sinne disquieted with troubles wrapt in aduersitie and oppressed with miserie yet by thy secret purpose pertaine to thy kingdome A Sheep of thy fold by election and calling though vnrulie A seruant of thy household by obedience dutie though vnprofitable A sonne of thy famely by adoption and grace though vnworthie I will call mine owne waies to remembrance confesse mine iniquities against my selfe powre out my complaint beefore thee Giue eare to my praier O Lord consider my distresse and pardon the voice of my humble desires let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my hart be alwaies acceptable in thy sight O Lord my strength and my reedemer I haue sinned grieuously O mercifull God against heauen and before thee now Ioh. 13 17. in the vexation of my â—pirit the anguish of my soule remembring thy fatherly kindnesse toward penitent sinners I appeale to thy eternall mercie acknowâ—edge my wickednesse and lament my grieuous offences My hart is broken with sorrowes my life waxen olde with heauinesse my yeeres with mourning How long wilt thou be angry with thy seruant O Lord how long shall I seeke counsaile in my soule and be so vexed in my spirit how long shall I poore sorrowfull wretch bee tossed with these troublesome floods of mortaletie bewailing the tediousnesse of this my irkesome pilgrimage The infant ouercommeth his mother with crying the childe his father with weeping and the seruant his maister with submission and wilt thou be no more intreated o Lord wher are thy tender mercies which haue beene euer of old our father 's hoped in thee and were deliuered they put their trust in thee an I were not confounded Thou art the Father of the fatherlesse and the helper of the friendles thou hast alwaies hard the humble desires of the poore and thou preparest their hartes to call vpon thee and thine eares harken therevnto thou deliuerest them from wrong and right deere is their blood in thy sight Why art thou so full of heauinesse then O my soule and why art thou so disquieted within me O put thy trust in God for I will yet giue him thanks which is the helpe of my countenaunce and my God yea though hee kill mee yet will I trust in him I will sing vnto the Lord so long as I liue and will praise my God so long as I haue any being He hath chastened and corrected mee but not giuen me ouer vnto death and therefore my hart daunceth sor ioy my flesh shall rest in hope and in my song will I praise him I will honor him with due obedience serue him with feare and reioyce vnto him with reuerence Rebuke me not in thine anger O Lord neither doe thou chasten mee in thy heauie displeasure forsake me not in mine old age when my strength faileth me but comfort my heauinesse pittie my misery and relieue my necessitie Clense mee from my secret faults and pardon the sinnes of my youth Graunt mee a new hart a new minde a new spirit and a new life and I wil offer vnto thee the sacrifice of thanksgiuing and reioyce in my saluation O thou most highest An Exhortacion to continew all Subiects in their dew obedience together with the reward of a faithful subiect to his Prince To the Reuerend Lo. Bishops and the Clergie FOR-asmuch as your ecclesiasticall office is giuen you from God as the next principall members vnder the head to gouerne the Common wealth of this misticall bodie and that there is required at your hands an extraordinarie dutie touching the function of the Soule Let mee entreate you to be as vigilant as the fiue wise Virgins hauing Oyle alwaies in your Lamps against the Bridegrome comes forth of his chamber Your office is the Soule of the Laitie the heart of gouernement the verie Epitome of all obedience From you as the Moone boroweth hir light of the Sunne all inferiour Ministers take their order of perfection Let then your doctrine be pure stedfast like Moyses bush that alwaies burned but neuer cousumed your preaching in season and out of season and your conuersation as spotlesse as the sacrifice of Turtles You best know what plentie of Manna hath rained in Israel how many Homers ful euery man ought to gather Be not any of you the first that