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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20852	To the Maiestie of King Iames A gratulatorie poem by Michaell Drayton.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1603 (1603)	STC 7231; ESTC S109929	3,243	13

TO THE MAIESTIE OF KING JAMES A gratulatorie Poem by Michaell Drayton AT LONDON Printed by Iames Roberts for T. M. and H. L. 1603. TO THE MAIESTIE of King IAMES THE hopefull raigne of a most happy King Loe thus excites our early Muse to sing Of her own strength which boldly thus presumes That 's yet vnimpt with any borowed plumes A Counsailes wisdome and their graue fore-sight Lends me this luster and resplendent light Whose well-prepared pollicie and care For theyr indoubted Soueraigne so prepare Other vaine titles strongly to withstand Plac'd in the bosome of a peacefull Land That blacke destruction which now many a day Had fix'd her sterne eye for a violent pray Frustrate by their great prouidence and power Her very nerues is ready to deuoure And euen for griefe downe sincking in a swound Beats her snak'd head against the verdant ground But whilst the ayre thus thunders with the noise Perhaps vnheard why should I straine my voyce Whē stirs tumults haue been hot'st proudest The noble Muse hath song the stern'st lowdest And know great Prince that Muse thy glory sings What ere detraction snarle was made for Kings The neighing courser in this time of mirth That with his arm'd hoofe beats th'reecchoing earth The trumpets clangor the peoples cry Not like the Muse can strike the burnish'd skie vvhich should heauē quench th' eternal quicking springs The stars put out could light thē with her wings What though perhaps my selfe I not intrude Amongst th'vnstedy wondring multitude The tedious tumults and the boystrous throng That presse to view thee as thou com'st along The praise I giue thee shall thy welcome keepe Whē all these rude crowds in the dust shal sleepe And when applause and shouts are hush'd still Thē shal my smooth verse chant thee cleer shril With thy beginning doth the Spring begin And as thy Vsher gently brings thee in Which in consent doth happily accord With the yeere kept to the incarnate Word And in that Month cohering by a fate By the old world to wisdome dedicate Thy Prophet thus doth seriously apply As by a strong vnfailing Augury That as the fruitfull and ful-bosom'd Spring So shall thy raigne be rich and florishing The month thy conquests atchieuements great By those shall sit on thy Imperiall seate And by the yeere I seriously diuine The Crowne for euen setled in thy line From Cornwall now past Calidons proude strength Thy Empire beares eight hudred miles in length Halfe which in bredth her bosome forth doth lay The Irish Sea From the faire German to ' th Verginian sea Thy Realme of Ireland a most fertile Land Brought in subiection to thy glorious hand And all the Iles theyr chalkie tops aduance To the sunne seiting from the coast of Fraunce Saturne to thee his soueraignty resignes Op'ning the lock'd way to the wealthy mines And till thy raigne Fame all this while did houer The North-west passage that thou might'st dise of Vnto the Indies where that treasure lies Whose plenty might ten other worlds suffice Neptune and Ioue together doe conspire This giues his trydent that his three forkt fire And to thy hand doe giue the keyes to keepe Of the profound immeasurable deepe But soft my Muse check thy abundant straine To the conceiuing of th' vnskilfull braine That whilst thy true descent I doe rehearse Th'vnlearned'st soule may sweetly tast my verse Which now in order let me first dispose And tell the vnion of the blessed Rose That to thy Grandsire Henry I may bring thee From whom I after to thy birth may sing thee Katherine wife to Henry the fist That Tudors blood did worthily prefer From the great Queene that beautious Dowager Edmond Tudor Earle of Richmond sonne of Owen Tudor by the Queene The daughter of Iohn Duke of Sommerset sonne of Iohn Earle of Sommerset the sonne of Iohn of Gaunt Whose sonne braue Richmond frō the Brittons fet Graft in the stock of Princely Sommerset The third faire Sien the sweet Roseat plant Sprong from the Roote of the Lancastrian Gant Which had seauenth Henry that of royall blood By his deere Mother is the Red-rose bud As theyr great Merlin propheci'd before Should the old Brittons regalty restore Which Henry raigning by th' vsurpers death Maried the Princesse faire Elizabeth Fourth Edwards daughter whose predest'nate bed Did thus conioyne the White-rose and the Red These Roseall branches as I thus entwyne In curious trayles embelishing thy lyne To thy blest Cradell let me bring thee on Rightly deriu'd from thy great Grandsires throne Who holding Scotlands amity in worth Strongly to linck him with King Iames the fourth His eldest daughter did to him vnite Th'vnparaleld bright louely Margarite Which to that husband prosperously did bring The fifth of that Name Scotlands lawfull King Father to Mary long in England seene The Daulphins dowager Maried whilst he was Daulphin the late Scottish Queene But now to Margarite backe againe to come From whose so fruitfull and most blessed wombe We bring our fullioy Iames her husband dead Archibald Dowglasso Earle of Anguish Tooke gallant Anguish to a second bed To whom ere long she bare a princely gerle Maried to Lenox that braue-issued Earle This beautious Dowglasse The Countesle of Lenox as the powers imply Brought that Prince Henry Duke of Albany who in the prime of strēgth Henry Lord Daily in youths sum'd pride Maried the Scotch Queene on the other side Whose happy bed to that sweet Lord did bring This Brittaine hope Iames our vndoubted King In true succession as the first of other Of Henries line by Father and by Mother Thus frō the old stock showing thee sprong to be Grafting the pure VVhite with the Red-rose tree By mixture made vermillion as they meet For in that colour is the Rose most sweet So in thy Crowne the precious flower that growes Be it the Damaske or Vermillion Rose Amongst those Reliques that victorious King Edward cald Longshanks did from Scotland bring And as a Trophie royally prefer To the rich Shrine in famous Westminster That stone reseru'd in England many a day Recorded to be that stone whereon Iacob slept On which great Iacob his graue head did lay And saw descending Angels whilst he slept Which since that time by sundry Nations kept From age to age I could recite you how Could I my pen that liberty alow An ancient Prophet long agoe fore-told Though fooles their sawes for vanities doe hold A King of Scotland A prophecie belonging to that stone ages comming on Where it was found be crown'd vpon that stone Two famous Kingdoms seperate thus long Within one Iland and that speake one tongue Since Brute first raign'd if men of Brute alow Neuer before vnited vntill now what power nor war could do nor time expected Thy blessed birth hath happily effected O now reuiue that noble Brittaines name From which at first our ancient honors came Which with both Nations fitly doth agree That Scotch and English without difference be And in that place wher feuds were wont to spring Let vs light Iigs and ioyfull Paeans sing Whilst such as rightly propheci'd thy raigne Deride those Ideots held their words for vaine Had not my soule beene proofe gainst enuies spite I had not breath'd thy memory to write Nor had my zealous and religious layes Told thy rare vertues and thy glorious dayes Renowned Prince when all these tumults cease Euen in the calme and Musick of thy peace If in thy grace thou deigne to fauour vs And to the Muses be propitious Caesar himselfe Roomes glorious wits among Was not so highly nor diuinely sung The very earth l'est degenerat'st spirit That is most voyd of vertue and of merit With the austeer'st and impudentest face Will thrust himselfe the formost to thy grace Those silken laced and perfumed hinds That haue rich bodies but poore wretched minds But from thy Court O Worthy banish quite The foole the Pandar and the Parasite And call thy selfe most happy then be bold When worthie places worthi'st men doe hold The seruile clowne for shame shall hide his head His ignorance and basenesse frustrated Set louely vertue euer in thy view And loue them most that most doe her pursue So shalt thou ad renowne vnto thy state A King most great most wise most fortunate FINIS To the Reader FOr the truth of these branches of the descent in the table or Page heere vnto anexed the perfect and sundry Genealogies extant doe sufficiently warrant in this behalfe If by reason it is but a part and that also pattern'd out of the large Genealogie as a lim of the same and runnes onely and directly with the Emperiall lyne being but so much as wee may fitly say is aly'd to the Poem It seeme not to beare such vniformity and proportion as workmanship would prayse that let iudgement beare with and the Artificer reforme being placed heere rather for explanation then any meere or extreame necessitie