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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry Another Margaret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margaret spring Who by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our King To haue married to his Sonne would haue beene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death said nay Which onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring When he his sonne married to th' heire of France Isbell by whom since all our Kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of thē haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent With second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they dyed then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert nam'd whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt King Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In marriage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourh Edward King From both whom great'st Margaret of all descended From whom fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all VVhich euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament XVII POEM Or Panegyricke to my Soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great Oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc't round about with rockes from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft beene torne And greatest wounds by her owne blowes hath borne But all the fractions now which man did make Since it in one whole number nature gaue Are added vp and brought to one great stake And being all sum'de vp one totall haue For Brittaine now to all the diuidend In one whole quotient all doth comprehend For thou the Monarch of this westerne I le Now all her shiuered parts hast brought together Spreading thy Empires wings eight hundred mile In length and foure in breadth there staying neither But ore old Oceans breast thy arme doth stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iuda thou the Tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did runne amaine Is now dride vp that euery Tribe may well To other go thou hast broke downe the wall Which Adrian made and which we Picticke call Thou vertues Orbe where Fame is still ascendent And neuer can her highest auge attaine Conqueror of all hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bountious deeds the euer-running spring To many wealth to all dost gladnesse bring The Muses dearling who with golden Pen And silu'red tongue thy princely mind canst tell In whom learning a Princes richest Iemme Both humane and diuine abounding dwell The great contriuer of this triple I le To one Imperiall Diadem and stile The royall product of the princely Doue Which Englands Noah from peaces Arke sent forth After warres deluge who Oliue branch of loue Dost bring with thee in thy returne from North How ioyfully did Brittaine reach her hand To take thee in t ' the Arke of this her land With great Eliza glory of her owne Wonder of future times true Churches nurse The ancient faiths reuiuer on whom were shewne Heauens blessings all mens prayers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sunne did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our summers peace did close at her cold death VVithout warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seem'd to be Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble Conquerors blood VVhich euer in any part with warlike feete Of this great Iles circumference haue stood With thy faire Queene a sea whither do runne Streames of all royall blood of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring Whereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great off-springs both of many a Noble King An antidote sh ' against this lands annoy In whose milde lookes hath princely maiestie A marriage made with modest courtesie She vertues booke bound in a golden couer Wherein nature hath writ with Gods owne quill All beauties learning where thou her true louer Maist reade sweete lectures of delight at will And on the frame of whose diuinest feature All graces shine that can be in a creature Sprung of a double knit to a triple King Late quadruple the holy number Three Gratefull to God did seeme more apt to bring Peace to this Land with loue and vnity Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beauty makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starrs do raise Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all our praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy blisse and gaine Heere endeth the Poems I. DEVICE A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors house 1601. A Marriner with a Boxe vnder his arme contayning all the seuerall things following supposed to come from the Carrick came into the Presence singing this Song CYnthia Queene of Seas and Lands That fortune euery where commands Sent forth fortune to the Sea To try her fortune euery way There did I fortune meet which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King All the Nymphs of Thetis traine Did Cinthias fortunes entertaine Many a Iewell many a Iem Was to her fortune brought by them Her fortune sped so well as makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King Fortune that it might be seene That she did serue a

But mighty Oakes may scorne the Summer Sun Small cure will serue where Bees the wound haue made But Dragons poyson through each part doth run Light is the loue that beggars bosome stings Deepe is the wound that Cupid makes in Kings Small channels serue where shallow springs do slide And little helpe will turne or stay their course The highest bankes scarce hold the swelling tide Which ouerthrowes all stops with raging force The baser sort scarce wet them in the springs Which ouer-whelme the head of mighty Kings What though in both the heart be seat of loue The selfe-same ground both corne and cockle breeds Fast by the Bryar the Pine tree mounts aboue One kinde of grasse the Iade and Iennet feeds So from the heart by secret vertue springs Vnlike desire in beggars and in Kings XXXIX CANZONET A song in praise of a Beggars life BRight shines the Sunne Play Beggars play Heere 's scraps enough to serue to day What noise of Viols is so sweete As when our merry clappers ring What mirth doth want where Beggars meete A beggars life is for a King Eate drinke and play sleepe when we list Go where we will so stockes be mist Bright shines c. The world is ours and ours alone For we alone haue world at will We purchase not all is our owne Both fields and streetes we beggars fill Nor care to get nor feare to keepe Did euer breake a beggars sleepe Bright shines c. A hundred head of blacke and white Vpon our gownes securely feede If any dares his Master bite He dies therefore as sure as Creede Thus beggars lord it as they please And none but beggers liue at ease Bright shines the Sun c. XL. CANZONET To Time ETernall Time that wastest without wast That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slow of all and yet of greatest hast Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright and cleare thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breede is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee is slaine From thee do all things rise to thee they fall Constant inconstant mouing standing still Was is shall be doe thee both breede and kill I lose thee while I seek to find thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measured thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone XLI CANZONET A hymne in praise of Musicke PRaise pleasure profite is that threefold band Which ties mens minds more fast thē Gordions knot Each one some drawes all three none can withstand Of force conioynd Conquest is hardly got Then Musicke may of hearts a Monarch be Wherein prayse pleasure profite so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it praiseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it flowes for why it raiseth The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and those expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweet layes Would they in Court and Country so abound And profitable needes we must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to all Heroicke minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighted And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this will Musicke bring and care preuent When antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dull then stones then beasts more 〈◊〉 Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue They fain'd it Cities built and states defended To shew the profite great on it depended Sweete birds poore mens Musitians neuer slake To sing sweet Musickes praises day and night The dying Swans in Musicke pleasures take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknesse health peace warre we do it need Which proues sweet Musicks profit doth exceed But I by niggard praising do dispraise Praise-worthy musicke in my worthlesse Rime Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see Praise pleasure profite in sweet musicke be XLII CANZONET Or a Hymne in praise of Neptune OF Neptunes Empire le vs sing At whose command the waues o bay To whom the riuers tribute pay Downe the high mountaines sliding To whom the scaly Nation yeelds Homage for the Christall fields Wherein they dwell And euery Sea-God paies a lem Yeerely out of his watry Cell To deck great Neptunes Diadem The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his Pallace gates do make The waters with their ecchoes quake Like the great thunder sounding The Sea-Nimphs chant their accents shrill And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweet voyce Make euery ecchoing rock reply Vnto their gentle murmuring noyse The praise of Neptunes Empery Th. Campion XLIII CANZONET Or a Hymne that was sung by Amphitryte Thamasis other Sea Nimphs in Graies-Inne Maske at the Court. 1594. Of his Mistresses face ANd would you see my mistresse face It is a flowry garden place Where knots of beauty haue such grace That all is worke and no where space It is a sweete delicious morne Where day is breeding neuer borne It is a meadow yet vnshorne Which thousand flowers do adorne It is the heauens bright reflexe Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe It is th'Idaea of her sexe Enuy of whom doth world perplexe It is a face of death that smiles Pleasing though it kill the whiles Where death and loue in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles It is faire beauties freshest youth It is a fain'd Eliziums truth The spring that wintred hearts renu'th And this is that my soule pursu'th XLIIII CANZONET Vpon her palenesse BLame not my checks though pile with loue they be The kindly heare into my heart is flowue To cherrish it that is dismayd by thee Who art so cruell and vnstedfast growne For ●ature cald for by distressed hearts Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts But they whose cheekes with carelesse bloud are staind Nurse not one sparke of loue within their hearts And when they woo they speake with passion faind For their fat loue lies in their outward parts But in their breasts where loue his court should hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nayles for cold Tho. Campion XLV CANZONET Of Corinnaes singing VVHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voyce reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd eccho cleere But when she doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighs the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions