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Hymnes of Astræa in acrosticke verse.
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Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.
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STC 6351; ESTC S105202
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Round thou goest HYMNE XII To her Picture E xtreame was his Audacitie L ittle his Skill that finisht thee I am asham'd and Sorry S o dull her counterfait should be A nd she so full of glory B ut here are colours red and white E ach lyne and each proportion right T hese Lynes this red and whitenesse H aue wanting yet a life and light A Maiestie and brightnesse R ude counterfait I then did erre E uen now when I would needes inferre G reat boldnesse in thy maker I did mistake he was not bold N or durst his eyes her eyes behold A nd this made him mistake her HYMNE XIII Of her Mind E arth now adiew my rauisht thought L ifted to heau'n sets thee at nought I nfinit is my longing S ecrets of Angels to be taught A nd things to heau'n belonging B rought downe frō heau'n of Angels kind E uen now do I admire her mind T his is my contemplation H er cleare sweet Spirit which is refind A boue Humane Creation R ich Sun-beame of th'aeternall light E xcellent Soule how shall I wright G ood Angels make me able I cannot see but by your eye N or but by your tongue Signifie A thing so Admirable HYMNE XIIII Of the Sun-beames of her Mind E xceeding glorious is this starre L et vs behold her Beames a farre I n a side lyne reslected S ight beares them not when neare they are A nd in right lines directed B ehold her in her vertues beames E xtending Sun-like to all Realmes T he Sunne none viewes too nearely H er well of goodnesse in these streames A ppeares right well and clearely R adiant vertues if your light E nfeeble the best Iudgements sight G reat splendor aboue measure I s in the minde from whence you flow N o wit may haue accesse to know A nd view so bright a treasure HYMNE XV. Of her VVit E ye of that mind most quicke and cleare L ike Heau'ns eye which from his spheare I nto all things pryeth S ees through all things euery where A nd all their natures tryeth B right Image of an Angels wit E xceeding sharpe and swift like it T hings instantly discerning H auing a Nature infinit A nd yet increasd by learning R ebound vpon thy selfe thy light E nioy thine owne sweete precious sight G iue vs but some reflection I t is enough for vs if wee N ow in her speech now pollicie A dmire thine high perfection HYMNE XVI Of her will E uer well affected will L ouing goodnesse Loathing ill I nestimable Treasure S ince such a power hath power to spill A nd saue vs at her pleasure B e thou our law sweet will and say E uen what thou wilt we will obay T his Law if I could reade it H erein would I spend night and day A nd study still to plead it R oyall free will and onely free E ach other will is Slaue to thee G lad is each will to serue thee I n thee such Princely power is seene N o Spirit but takes thee for her Queene A nd thinkes she must obserue thee HYMNE XVII Of her Memorie E xcellent Iewels would you see L ouely Ladies come with me I will for loue I owe you S hew you as rich a Treasure A s East or West can shew you B ehold if you can iudge of it E uen that great Store-house of her wit T hat bewtifull large Table H er memorie wherein is writ A ll Knowledge admirable R eade this faire booke you shall learne E xquisite Skill if you discerne G aine heau'n by this discerning I n such a memorie diuine N ature did forme the Muses nine A nd Pallas Queene of Learning HYMNE XVIII Of her Phantasie E xquisite curiositie L ooke on thy selfe with iudging eye I f ought be faultie leaue it S o delicate a phantasie A s this will straight perceiue it B ecause her temper is so fine E ndewed with harmonies diuine T herefore if discord strike it H er true proportions do repine A nd sadly do mislike it R ight otherwise a pleasure sweete E uer she takes in actions meete G racing with smiles such meetnesse I n her faire forehead beames appeare N o Sommers day is halfe so cleare A dornd with halfe that sweetnesse HYMNE XIX Of the Organs of her Minde E clipsed she is and her bright rayes L ie vnder vailes yet many wayes I s her faire forme reuealed S he diuersly her selfe conueyes A nd cannot be concealed B y Instruments her powers appeare E xceedingly well tun'd and cleare T his Lute is still in measure H olds still in tune euen like a spheare A nd yeelds the world sweet pleasure R esolue me Muse how this thing is E uer a bodie like to this G aue heau'n to earthly creature I am but fond this doubt to make N o doubt the Angels bodies take A boue our common nature HYMNE XX. Of the Passions of her Heart E xamine not th'inscrutable Hart L ight Muse of her though she in part I mpart it to the Subiect S earch not although from heau'n thou art A nd this an Heauenly obiect B ut since she hath a hart we know E uer some passions thence do flow T hough euer rul'd with Honor H er Iudgement raignes they waite below A nd fixe their eyes vpon her R ectified so they in their kind E ncrease each Vertue of her mind G ouern'd with mild tranquillitie I n all the Regions vnder Heau'n N o State doth beare it selfe so euen A nd with so sweet facilitie HYMNE XXI Of th'innumerable Vertues of her Mind E re thou proceede in this sweet paines L earne Muse how many drops it raynes I n cold and moist December S umme vp May flowers Augusts graines A nd grapes of mild September B eare the Seassands in memorie E arths grasses and the starres in Skie T he litle moares which mounted H ang in the beames of Phoebus eye A nd neuer can be counted R ecount these numbers numberlesse E re thou her vertue canst expresse G reat wits this count will cumber I nstruct thy selfe in numbring Schooles N ow Courtiers vse to begge for fooles A ll such as cannot number HYMNE XXII Of her Wisedome E gle-eyed Wisedome lifes Loadstarre L ooking neare on things a farre I oues best beloued daughter S howes to her Spirit all things that are A s loue himselfe hath taught her B y this straight Rule she rectifies E ach thought that in her hart doth rise T his is her cleare true mirror H er looking glasse wherein she spies A ll formes of Truth and Error R ight princely Vertue fit to raigne E nthroniz'd in her Spirit remaine G uiding our fortunes euer I f we this Starre once cease to see N o doubt our State will Ship-wrackt be A nd torne and sunke for euer HYMNE XXIII Of her Iustice. E xil'd Astraea is come againe L o here she doth all things maintaine I n number waight and measure S he rules vs with delightfull paine A nd we obey with pleasure B y Loue shee rules more then by Law E uen her great mercy breedeth awe T his is her Sword and Scepter H erewith she hearts did euer draw A nd this Guard euer kept her R eward doth sit in her right hand E ach Vertue thence takes her Garland G ather'd in Honors garden I n her left hand wherein should be N ought but the Sword sits Clemencie A nd conquers Vice with pardon HYMNE XXIIII Of her Magnanimitie E uen as her State so is her Mind L isted aboue the vulgar kind I t treades proud Fortune vnder S un-like it sits aboue the wind A boue the stormes and Thunder B raue Spirit large Heart admiring nought E steeming each thing as it ought T hat swelleth not nor shrinketh H onor is alwaies in her thought A nd of great things she thinketh R ocks Pillars and heau'ns Axel-tree E xemplifie her Constancie G reat changes neuer chaunge her I n her Sexe feares are wont to rise N ature permits Vertue denies A nd scornes the face of daunger HYMNE XXV Of her Moderation E mpresse of kingdomes thongh she be L arger is her Soueraigntie I f she her selfe do gouerne S ubiect vnto her selfe is shee A nd of her selfe true Soueraigne B ewties Crowne though she do weare E xalted into Fortunes chaire T hron'd like the Queene of Pleasure H er Vertues still possesse her Eare A nd counsell her to Measure R eason if she incarnate were E uen Reasons selfe could neuer beare G reatnesse with Moderation I n her one temper still is seene N o libertie claimes she as Queene A nd showes no alteration HYMNE XXVI To Enuie E nuie go weepe my Muse and I L augh thee to scorne thy feeble Eye I s dazled with the glorie S hining in this gay poesie A nd litle golden Storie B ehold how my proud quil doth shed E ternall Nectar on her head T he pompe of Coronation H ath not such power her fame to spread A s this my admiration R espect my Pen as free and franke E xpecting not Reward nor Thanke G reat wonder onely moues it I neuer made it mercenary N or should my Muse this burthen carie A s hyr'd but that she loues it FINIS