Selected quad for the lemma: prince_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prince_n	cornwall_n	duke_n	wales_n	2,321	5	10.3906	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01141	The maidens blush: or, Ioseph mirror of modesty, map of pietie, maze of destinie, or rather diuine prouidence. From the Latin of Fracastorius, translated; & dedicated to the high-hopefull Charles, Prince of Wales. By Iosuah Syluester.; Joseph. English	Fracastoro, Girolamo, 1478-1553.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1620 (1620)	STC 11253; ESTC S105625	28,867	85

The Maidens Blush OR JOSEPH Mirror of Modesty Map of Pietie Maze of Destinie Or rather Diuine Prouidence From the Latin of Fracastorius Translated Dedicated To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Wales By IOSVAH SYLVESTER LONDON Printed by H. L. 1620. TO The High Hopefull-Happy Prince CHARLES Prince of Wales Duke of Cornewall and Earle of Chester AMong the Preace that to Your Presence flowes With Ioy-full Honours as this time requires Instead of costly Suites of curious showes Of precious Gifts of solemne Panegyres Accept a Heart which to Your Highnesse owes Whole Hecatombes of Happy-most Desires Praying All prosperous to your blowing Rose In All to equall or excell Your Sire 's That in All Vertues of a Prince complete All Princely Glories may attend you still All ehat may make a KING as Good as Great All IOSEPHS Blessings from th' Eternall Hill Whose Happy Legend comes to gratulate Your High Creation and Your Birth-dayes Date The better Day The better Deed. Look the next leaf And so proceed Prince ARTHVRS CASTLE Chiefest ARTS CHAST LVRE Now Now or Neuer Daign My HARTS LAST CVRE LIke sad Arion on his Dolphins Backe Amid the Ocean of my Carefull Feares Nigh stript of all Now slept in hoary haires Sit I poore Relique of Your Brothers wracke My Harpstrings quauer while my Heart-strings cracke My Hand growes weary and my Health it weares To stirre Compassion in some Powerfull eares At last to land me and supply my lacke You You alone Great PRINCE with Pities grace Haue held my Chinne aboue the Waters brinke Hold still alas hold stronger or I sinke Or hale me vp into some safer place Some Priuie-Groom some Room within your Doores That as my Heart my Harpe may all be Yours In Effect as in Affection To Your Hignes seruice Euer humbly deuoted IOSVAH SYLVESTER The Maidens Blush OR JOSEPH CHaste Muse of Muses that in sacred Layes With straines vnwonted dost delight to raise From blacke Obliuion's sad and silent Tents Th'Heroick Gests and Noble Monuments Of antike WORTHIES and their fames reuiue Through euery Age to All that shall suruiue Now Now reuolue th'Authenticall Records Of th' Holy Nation whom the Lord of Lords Chose for his Owne Whose Line directly came From Princely Loines of faithful ABRAHAM And sweedy tun'd to th' sacred voyce of Truth Sing That Religious That rare-Modest Youth Good Isaac's Grand-child and great Iacob's Son Whom God indu'd by Dreames of things yet done To tell the issue Tell ô tell Thou All That He indur'd through swelling Enuies Gall Till at the last tryumphing of his Foes Through Pharao's grace to Princely Place he rose As Egypt's Viceroy by diuine Decree Fore-sent a Friend and Founder there to be Of th' happy People and the holy Seed From Whence should Hope of future Life proceed And Whence Saluation should be freely giuen Through th'heauenly Key that shuld re-opē Heauen And O! Thou Glory of Great STVARTS stemme Great Iacob's Heire Great-Britaines Ioy and Gemme CHARLES King of Hopes Hope-ful Prince of Men My great Mecoenas to encheer my Pen Assist Thou also and with gentle Gales Of Help-full Fauour fill my Hopefull Sailes That maugre Enuie's Rocke and Fortunes Storme My sacred Voyage I may safe performe To th' onely glory of my Ghostly Guide His Churches Profit and Your Praise beside While vnder IOSEPH's Wondrous Temperance His Piety His Prudent Gouernance I prophecie Your Princely Vertues Crop Your Parents Prayer and Your Peoples Hope God say Amen But Tide for none doth stay I must aboord I must mine Anchor waigh Away to Sea the Winde is wondrous good Spread all our Canuas O how swift we scud Through all the Western and the Mid-land Seas Arriu'd already to descry with case The Coast of Ioppa and Samarian Hills With wealthy Sichems goodly Groues and Fields Already running twixt his winding banks Iordan begins to wash our wel-come Planks Where Hebron's valley our glad Welcome sings And euen Mount Tabor with the Eccho rings Th' Old Serpent knew for Much to know is giuen Vnto that Hell-god by the GOD of Heauen It was decreed by euerlasting Date And promised that there should propagate From Abraham's happy Stocke a holy Stem Which should confound th' Infernall Diadem In doubt whereof perplext and vexed sore His Ielousie of Iacob grew the more The more he enuies Sichem's Shepheard-Prince As well because with duer Reuerence Did None obserue and serue th' Eternall Lord Nor iuster liu'd nor righter him ador'd As for the goodly Blessings of his Bed Twelue lusty Sonnes likely alone to spread Into a People holy and deuout Therefore he labours and he layes-about With all the Engines of his hellish Hate That That deere Issue to exterminate Especially that louely Lad whose Birth Had happy Stars presaging holy Worth IOSEPH the darling of his Fathers age Borne of his first-lou'd second marriage Whom Nature-grac's the Graces nurtur'd fine In liberall Arts and loue of Law diuine Inspir'd his Soule with skill of future things His minde aspiring with celestiall wings To Elders Modest to his equalls milde With Piety and Prudence past a Childe Now as frō flowres whēce Bees their hony make The loathsome Spider doth his poyson take Hence did the Fiend in th' other Brethren hatch Close deadly Hate him harm-lesse to dispatch Nor would He let the first occasion slip That might aduance his wyly workemanship For for the most to each mans Inclination He knowes in time to offer his Temptation It hapned then vpon a Summers day When as the Sunne had with his parching Ray Driuen all the Brethren all their flocks to driue To the coole Couert that the Woods would giue Them-selues set round vnder a shadie Oake Yong IOSEPH thus gently the rest bespoke Brothers I 'le tel you my strange Dream to night Heare it I pray what euer meane it might It was an odde one Early when the Stars Were all call'd in excepting Lucifer's Dayes daily Vsher slumbring sweet this Morne Me thought We all were in a field of Corne All binding Sheaues and when we each had One My Sheafe me thought stood bolt vpright alone And all your Sheaues did instantly incline And lowly bow their bended tops to mine Then Iudah nettled with no little hate Against the Lad began him thus to rate Why saucy Boy What phant'sies dost thou fable Is this your Dreame you deeme so admirable Hath not perhaps some Spirit inspir'd you so No doubt there hath the spirit of Wine I trowe But pray What Augure doth your wonder bring That you belike shall of vs all be King Good King of Crickets line thy Crown with Baies Lest drunken Vapors some Rebellion raise The rest concurr'd to gird the harmlesse Boy With flouts and shouts of O God giue you ioy God saue your Grace Your Maiesty to come And tell in Scorne their Father all the summe Hee good old man not without God within He ponders all that he had heard and seene As if discerning somewhat in the Lad Of higher