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A marriage triumphe Solemnized in an epithalamium, in memorie of the happie nuptials betwixt the high and mightie Prince Count Palatine. And the most excellent princesse the Lady Elizabeth. Written by Thomas Heywood.
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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STC 13355; ESTC S118313
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A MARRIAGE TRIVMPHE SOLEMNIZED IN AN EPITHALAMIVM In Memorie of the happie Nuptials betwixt the High and Mightie Prince Count PALATINE And the most Excellent Princesse the Lady ELIZABETH Written By THOMAS HEYWOOD Tufestas Hymenas 〈◊〉 tu Gratiaflores Elige tu geminas Co 〈…〉 dianecte Coronas LONDON Printed for Edward Marchant and are to be sold at his Shoppe in Pauls Church-yard ouer against the Crosse. 1613. To the most Excellent and most admired Princesse the Ladie ELIZABETH WHom Heauen with all Choise Graces hath endow'd Whom both the Angels praise and men admire On whom her Maker hath his bounty show'd Where nothing wants that mortall can desire Whose beauties are as farre beyond compare As are her inward vertues of the mind But in that height vnmatchably so rare We on the Earth her equall cannot finde Her Parents Ioy the Peeres selected pleasure The peoples admiration Kingdomes wonder Of forraine climes the praise of ours the treasure May this daies sacred vnion neuer sunder That whilst we daily of high Heauen importune We may be in your Royall issue blest You may still grow in bewtie vertue fortune So with your fame our ioyes may be increast Proue thou a Prophet Muse say t' is decreed All Christendome shall florish in your seed Your Graces most humbly deuoted Thomas Heywood An Epithilamion OR NVPTIALL SONG CONSECRATED TO THE HAPPY MEMORY OF THE ROYAL AND MAGNIFICENT Espousals betwixt the High and Mighty Prince FREDERICKE the Fift Count Palatine Duke of Bauaria Prince Elector to the Empire c. and Knight of the most Honourable Order of the Garter and the most Excellent and euery-way accomplished Princesse the Lady ELIZABETH sole daughter to the High and most Puissant IAMES by the grace of God King of Great Brittaine France and Ireland c. Defender of the Faith and the most Vertuous and Admirable Lady Queene ANNE NOvv the wet Winter of our teares are past And see the cheerefull Spring appeares at last Now we may calculate by the Welkins racke Aeolus hath chaste the Clouds that were so blacke And th' are beyond the Hiperboreans runne That haue so late eclipst Great Brittaines Sonne O thou my Muse that whilome maskt in sable Exclaiming on the fates and chance vnstable Accusing Phisicke and her want of skill And Natures hard-heart that her owne would kill On Death and hîs fell tyranny exclaiming Chance Fortune Destiny and all things blaming Inueighing against howres daies months and time That cropt so sweet a blossome in his prime Against Mortality that could not saue So choyce a Gemme from th'all-deuouring graue But most against the cause Brittaines Transgressions That so soone cal'd him to that heauenly Sessions Where from this earthy Mansion being translated He now for ay remaines a Prince instated No more let vs our ancient griefes pursue Or the swift torrent of our teares renue No more let vs with clamors fill the sky Or make th' heauens eccho to each dole full cry No more disturbe his soft sleepe since 't is best We wake him not from his eternall rest Yet who could blame my Muse that did lament To see so faire a branch so rudely rent From such a stately and broad-bearing tree That might haue borne like fruit For who to see So rich a treasure in a moment wasted Such goodly fruit not fully ripe yet blasted So rich a roab so soone dispoild as worne Such generall hopes desâ—roid as soone as borne But with impartiall iudgements must confesse No Muse that can sing but could shrieke no lesse Those that loue day must thinke it much too soone To see the glorious Sunne to set at noone And none but such as hate the cherefull light Murderers and Th 〈…〉 es at mid-day with it night Is it because we breake the Gods decree That Tantalus we are punisht like to thee Thou that their secrets durst presume to tell Art with perpetuall hunger plagu'd in hell Yet sundry delicates before thee stand Which thou maist reach not coÌ„passe with thy hand So haue the Gods dealt with vs for some crime To let vs see the glory of our time As a faire marke at which the world might gaze And put the wondring Nations in a maze But as we stretch our hands to reach our ioy They snatch it hence and all our hopes destroy But now my Muse shake off this gloomy sorrow And a bright saffron roab from Mymen borrow Thou that before in Rauens plumes didst sing Now get thee feathers from the Swans white wing And take an equall flight with Venus Doues To tune soft layes of Nuptials and sweet Loues For now me thinkes I youthfull Tython see The day Aurora that he married thee The expected howre was come the Matrons shine In glistring roabes th' old men as if Diuine Apparreld in rich purple them betweene seene The sprightly Youths and beauteous Nymphes are At length the blushing Bride comes with her haire Disheuel'd'bout her shoulders none so faire In all that Beuie though it might appeare The choycest beauties were assembled there She enters with a sweet commanding grace Her very presence paradic'd the place Her modest blush amongst the Ladies spred And cast on all their Cheekes a shame-fast red How could they chuse their looks that seeme diuine Before she came eclipst are at her shine They all are darkned when she 'gins t' appeare And spread her beames in her Illustrious spheare All eyes are fixt on her the youthfull fry Amazed stand at her great Maiesty The Nymphs and Maids both enuy and admire Her matchlesse beauty state and rich attire The grauer Matrons stand amaz'd with wonder The Fathers as if strooke with Ioues sharpe thunder Confounded are as neuer hauing seene In their long trace of yeares so faire a Queene Not Hecuba when Priam came to Thrace To court her for his Queene could giue the place Such ornament not Spartan Hellen knew To attire her person in a forme so true Had Perseus in his airy progresse spide This picture to the marble rocke fast tide For her he would haue fought and as a pray To the Sea-monster left Andromeda Had Paris seene her he had nere crost the flood Hellen had beene vnrapte Troy still had stood Had Thetis sonne beheld her when he saw Polyxena nothing should him with-draw From dreadfull battle he had shin'd in steele And not vnarm'd beene wounded in the heele Had Iuno Venus or Minerua when They stroue for maistery seene this Lady then As vanquisht they had left to her the Ball Which from his starry throne great Ioue let fall But wherefore on her glories doe I dwell Whose state my Muse vnable is to tell To a bright Iuory Chaire the Bride they bring VVhilst all the people Io Paean sing Now see from forth another stately Arch Of the great palace the braue Bride-groome march A louely youth vpon whose face appeares True signes of man-hood yet he for his yeares And beauty such a generall name hath wonne They take him all for Venus