thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
VVelcome ten-thouzand times ye sacred Paire Great Atlas and Alcides of this Land Vpon whose shoulders safe from all impaire The Common-wealth thereof doth fixed stand VVhich dext'rously your Vertue doth coÌ„mand Deere Prince the weale of Wales the Brittains blisse By me thine owne VVales lets thee vnderstand That shee desires thy princely feete to kisse And praies as for her Heau'n on Earth for this Then come sweete Prince thy Principalitie Doth long to beare thee on her blisful Brest There shalt thou see the Hart of Loyalâ—y Loue-sicke for want of thee in great vnrest Then come Deere sweete and to thine owne giue rest For as an hungrie Stomacke bites the more The neerer meate is to the same addrest So is thy Peoples longing made more sore To hold thee now they haue thee then before There shalt thou finde Brutes venerable Stocke To loue thee as the Creame of their best bloud For all about thee wil they thronging flocke To tender thee their Eies to doe thee good Such is the nature of their loving moode As when a Father fallen in decay Doth see his Sonne that giues him Cloth and foode â— Crown'd as a King Ioy makes his hart her Pray So will they ioy to see their Ioy to sway From Owen Thewdor who from Camber came From Camber Sonne of Brute who came froÌ„ Troy Art thou descended and thy Bellsires name VVas Thewdor let vs Brittaines then enioy Our owne in thee in thee our onely Ioy. VVe haue bin long afflicted and opprest By those that sought our whole Race to destroy Then sith we are in thee so highly blest Lett 's haue our owne thy selfe to giue vs rest O come and comfort vs our Ioy our Peace Let vs haue thee then haue we all in thee All that that tends to Peace and ioyes increase And in thy presence we shall blessed be For thou art blest then in thee blest are wee Sith blest thou art with all that Heau'n doth cast Vpon the Heau'n of Earthes felicitee Our bloud in thee craues part of it at lastâ— In recompence of all our sorrowes past VVhat shall oppunge this our bloud doth coÌ„vince Nature hath made thee ours and we are thine VVe are thy people and thou art our Prince Betwixt vs Loue will haue nor Thyne nor Myne But the VVord Oures she doth to vs Assigne Our Land our Prince our People and our Lawes Our State our Common-weale our Hand Seale Signe All ours nought but ours deere Prince because Both Prince and People clos'd are in this clause Then come All ours blesse all ours with our Eies Plac'd in the Head begotten by our Head VVhich was begotten by our bloud likewise Come rule thou vs in that Heads place steede Till thou that Head in his place shalt succeede Here shalt thou see cas'd in poore Coates of freeze Rich Spirits of Troians which on glory feede VVho for they are and rightly came of these Each with the nature of the Stocke agrees Our greatest braverie lies all within Where greatest Harts do loue the same to haue VVe say to braue an abiect sprite is sinne But to be braue in Sp'rite is passing braue VVe scorne a double-gilt base-mettled Slaue For we are harted-vvhole true Iovialists Making our glorie goe beyond our Graue So to dissolue Oblivions foggy mists And blind the Eies of squint-Ei'd Satyrists For be it that we know no Complement Other then such as our deere Ancients knew That 's plaine and simple like our harts intent Yet if we pleasd we could be fash'ond new Lou'd we not more our Fathers to ensue We want nor wit nor sp'rit nor wealth perchance Swift-flying Fash'on swiftlie to pursue In guize in gate and courtly dalliance At Tilt each way with Loue or Marses lance VVitnesse our Owen Thewdor who could giue True demonstration how to court a Queene Who from the seede of Ioue did grace receiue To beare him selfe in her Eie best-beseene And made her thoughts a demy God him weene He so could draw the motion of her eie By motions seemely which in him were seene That he alone best pleas'd her fantazie As beeing full of best-grac'd Maiestie Now from the Court descend we to the Campe And from those elder times to these of ours There finde we no lesse currant for the stampe WILLIAMS worlds wonder for his natiue powers Out-daring Death in many sanguine showres The singing Bullets made his soule reioice As Musicke that the hearing most alures And if the Canons bas'd it with their voice He seem'd as ravisht with an Heav'nly noise And when the Fo mens Muskets spight did spitt Then would he spitt in sport at them the while The Blowes his courage gaue were plac'd by witâ— For VVitt and Courage dwelt still in his Stile VVhile Cowardize and Folly made them vile VVhose glory lay all in their Ladies Lappe And when he came to Court at them would smile Yea smoothlie iest at their soft silken Happe Yet could like Mars take there somtimes a Napp Runne over all the Stories Tymes affoord Or prie vpon them with the sharpest sight VVe shall not finde one did more with his Sword Then this braue Brittaine and true Troian-Knight VVho putt Achilles in his Tent to flight By such an over-dareing Enterprize As all that that heare it not beleeue it might But that these Tymes haue seene it with their Eies And that the fame thereof to Heaven flies Quite through through Deaths grizely Iawes hee ranâ— And made a way through Horrors vgli'st Hell Yea danted Death more like some God then Man Vntill the Prince and Death he did compell To flie for life which his sword sought to quell O Skinck how blessed wert thou in his loue That drue thee on through Death to Glories well From whence the life of Fame doth flowing move To all that for her sake such Dangers prove Should I recount the pettie Miracles By him performed in his martiall course My words would scarse be held for Oracles Suffizeth me the VVorld that knew his force VVell knew his Hart was VVitt and Valours Source And they that most envie our Brittish fame Must needs thus much of him confesse perforce That whatsoever from this Brittaine came VVas VVitt and Spright or savor'd of the same But should I instance in particuler What Truth doth warrant for the Brittaines glory I could perhaps runne vp their Race as farre As loue and finde them famoused in story But for in me it may be thought vaine glorie Sith being one my selfe I seeme to praise I will desist although my soule be sory I should desist from that which many waies Might Camber crowne with everlasting Baies TheÌ„ come sweet Prince take thou vs to thy charge And we the while will take the charge of thee Thou shalt thine office easily discharge For we will more then most obedient bee Which to his comfort thy dread Sire shall see For when obedience flowes from ardent loue It is perform'd with all alacritee Which
the glory of thy Court advance Sith they theÌ„selues keepe Demi Courts perchaÌ„ce Then come sweet Prince Wales woeth thee by me By me hir sorrie Tongs-man to be pleas'd To liue with hir that so shee may by thee Bee rul'd in loue and ruled so be eas'd Of what in former times hath hir displeas'd The Sheepe their Owners keeping most approue For he will cure them when they are diseas'd With Loues right hand But Hirelings Truth doth prove Doo keepe the Flocke for Lucre more then Loue. Wales hir most vnworthie Solicitor IOHN DAVIâ—â— MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE VVORLD VVITH the government thereof SIth that thou hast so soundly slept my Muse Dreaming on that which thou before had'st doÌ„e Being awake againe thy Spirits rowze To make an end of what thou hast begun Be'ng rest-refresht therefore now forwards run With bright Apollo pray him be thy guide Vntill thou touch the Tropicke of Reason Where VVisdome puts Plus vltra there abide For past that point to passe is passing pride For our VVill's Baiard blind yet bold and free And had she way made in hir maine Carreere sh'would runne into that Light that none can see Saue light of Lights to feele the secrets there Which Angells wonder at yet not come neere But Reas'ns conduct is nothing safe herein Therefore the VVill hath too iust cause of feare Lest shee should runne into presumptuous sinne For which divinest Angells damn'd haue bin For since our Proto-parents lowest fall Our wisdoms highest pitch God wot is low But had they stood Hee had infus'd in all His VVord selfe VVisdome which alone to know Is to know all that VVisdomes selfe can showe But since the state of things is so vnstay'd That humane vvisedome stands it wotts not howe Vnsure in all for Iudgment 's oft betrai'd In that which proofe before had well assai'd But having toucht the Braine the Soule the VVill All which saue of the soule can brooke no touch It rests that Reasons heasts wee doe fulfil To prosecute much more or more then much That VVitt for VVill wil willingly avouch Th'al-giving Giver giveth al that liue His Creatures such desires and Natures such As for their good with good wil stil should striue And shun what ere should them of it depriue Beasts more theÌ„ Men the more Beasts meÌ„ the while Pursue that good that doth their natures fitt To them for that though they be nere so vile Is highest knowledge giv'n and they vse it Thereby condemning both mans VVill and VVitt And yet hath Man a synn-peruerted will To seeke that good he knowes most â—requizit Who knowes loues the good yet takes the ill Oft for the good but for the evill stil. Yet as he was ordain'd to greater good So greater knowledge was in him infus'd With no lesse will were it not sinn withstood To seeke that Good yet the will witt-abus'd When it hath found it is oft witt refus'd Vnhallowed sense drown'd in that damned iuyce Synnes Syder from Eaues fatall Apple bruiz'd Be'ing deadly drunck makes stil the worser choise Wherein like Sow in mire it doth reioyceâ— Among the hoast of Natures creatures bee Three kindes of Appetites there ay consorts Naturall sensitive and Voluntarie The first divided is into two sortes One found in all that to the VVorld resortes That 's inclination voide of Sense or Soule To doe what the owne nature most importes As light things mount and heavy downwards roule Which nature Natures selfe cannot controule The other with this vertue action haue Which nerthelesse proceedeth not from sense To Vegetatiue Soules this Nature gaue Which in Trees Plants and Grasse hath residence Who doe desire to sucke that influence That feedes them and avoides the contrary A plant will thirst for moistures confluence And draw to it all kinde humidity Retayning that it liues and proâ—pers by The like in our owne members we obserue Who wanting nutriment doe sucke the vaines The vaines doe sucke the bloud themselues to serue Thus each attracteth foode when neede constraines And all things living seeke the same with paines Hence we devide this naturall desire Into two kindes the one each plant retaines The other things which life doth sense-inspire As Man and Beast and what doth els respire The Seate of this desire stands on two feete Which fixt are in two places That 's to say The liver and the Stomacke there doe meete The forces of this Appetite to slay With famine or with foode fraile life to stay The sensitiue desire is two-fold too From sense the first the last comes not that way The first to ioy and griefe is fixed so That no force can it from the same vndoe For in the sinewes Feelings instruments This pow'r is plac'd or in the Synewy skin And that the Synewes ioyes or discontents That wel or ill affecteth them within By heate or cold they paine or pleasure wyn As they to them are wel or ill applied For sense and motion synewes made haue bin That by them paine or pleasure should be tride And make our Bodies moue on ev'ry side Nor doe these Appetites wait on the will Ne from the Phantazie doe they proceede For wil we nil we we shal hunger stil WheÌ„ food 's with-drawn that should our Bodies feed And we shal feele what sense affects with speede How ere the will or Phantazy impung We may abstaine from nurrishment in deede But then thereby much more for it we long And Flesh wil pine with paine if hunger-stung But th' other Appetites bredd without touch Are forged by the thoughts or Phantazie These discreete Nature in the hart doth couch Which be Affectes that lurke in secresie Be'ng motions of the hartes Hart properlie These wait on witt and choose or else reiect What it holds deerest or doth most defie So VVitt's the cause and they are the effect That loue or loath as witt doth them direct This vvitt and vvill the Beasts doe not possesse For their most knowledge is most sensuall Guided by Nature in their Brutishnesse Onely by inclination naturall Which moues their sense vn-intellectual Or this or that way without Reasons sway Then vvitt and vvill their sense wee cannot cal Though sensuall will and witt we cal it may For man alone hath both to guide his way The Voluntary Appetite we finde Is gott by Reason and produc'd by vvill By it we are to good or ill inclin'd As Reason doomes of them by Iudgments skill Two actions hath the vvill in reason still By which we good embrace and ill refuse Reason revealing what is good or ill Who rules hir not as though will could not choose But as one teaching Hirâ— hir pow'r to vse As in the Vnderstanding and the Minde Of Men and Angells God hath fixt his forme So to Mannes will his loue was no lesse kinde That to Gods wil he might his vvill conforme Ah woe that sinne should since the same
are conformed to those Condimentes Then fine they be if most fine be our fare The Goodnesse Quality and Time of yeare Vse Order Appetite and Quantity The Howre and Age these nyne require our care If we desire to liue heere healthfully And make the Soule aboue her soule to fly The soone-concocted Cates good iuyce affoording And but few excrements are those alone That make the mind to boord when Bodi's boording If temp'ratly the stomacke take each one These in the Braines base witts doe oft enthrone For these the Mouth prepareth for the Maw VVhere be'ng concocted to the Liver runne From whence a sanguine tincture they doe draw Then to the Soules Courts hie by Natures lawe The Hart 's the lower house the head the hie The Roomes whereof we did discribe whil-ere Where once appearing they are wing'd to fly And in their flight the Soule and Body steere With motion such as both Coelestiall were What mervell is it then though Geese some be For want of Capons that would Cocks appeare Cocks of the Game and chaunt melodiouslee If with their kinde their Commons did agree How subtill doth a simple cupp of VVine Make the Soules faculties and their effects It makes their divine natures more divine And with a world of Ioy the Hart affects Which Sorrow though in panges of Death reiects Hence comes it that some Captaines doe caâ—rowse When they must Combate with contrary Sects To heate the cold bloud and the spirits rowse And so make Courage most couragious But here as erst was saide some over drinke While they desire in fight to over-doe On nought but wouÌ„ds bloud they speake think While Healthes goe rouÌ„d braines goe rouÌ„der too VVyne-making Bloud to VVine Bloud them wooe But Nequid nimis is the List wherein Courage should combate and the Barre whereto Valor should venter what is more is sinne Which by the wise and Valiant damn'd hath bin Drincke hath three offices The first assists Concoction for in it is boil'd the meate The next to mixe the foode the first disgests The Last to bring it to the Livers heate There to be made redd-hott apt to â—leete Now when the Current is too violent It beares awaie vntimely small and greate So crossing Nature in her kinde intent She back retires not knowing what she meÌ„t Then meate must soak not in the Stomacke swimme If Nature duely we desire to please For when the Stomack 's full aboue the brimme Tyde tarries none how ere it may disease And Nature drowne in those vnruly Seas Breath most corrupt behaviour more then most And Mind much more then most is made by these Then how corrupt are they that of it boast So much corrupt they may infect an Hoast It s said of one that did help to behead The mounting Monastries that deckt this land That he at last lost his all-wittie Head For words he spake to which he could not stand Nor stand to speake VVine having vpperhand Who vsd as Fame reports his wits t'refine To let them often rest at VVines commande But wit abused by abuse of VVine Abusd One that forc'd Law to force his fine Now as a moderation in these things With Iudgements choise in their varieties To Soule and Body health and glorie brings So both are bound to temp'rate exercise For helping them to vse their faculties For without health the same were hindered And health from hence as from an helpe doth rise For holesome labour breakes those humors head By which the enemies of health are led It helpes the heate that helpeth all the parts The Spirits it quickens and puts ope the pores Whereby each loathsome excrement departs As at so many straight wide-open dores Our limbes it strengthens and our breath restores The morning walkes to the intestines send The first digestions filth which kinde abhorres And make the seconds to the bladder wend So labour lets our sicknesse so our end All travell tendes to rest and rest to ease Then must the bodie travell to this end The Spirits travell hath respect to these For idle Spirits that actiue Sp'rit offend That for such ease a world of woe doth send Yet naught was made that was not made to rest But nought was made to rest vntill the end For Heau'n Faith Man Beast Fish Fowle the rest Doe travell in fine to be rest-possest Yet Nature hath ordained a repose Which we call rest for Man which rest is sleepe The cause whereof from the Braines cheefly floes When mounting vapors in their moisture steepe Doe humors wax and in the Nerves doe creepe And so their conducts close which shuts the eies Then rests the corpes in death-like darknesse deepe And Spirits animal Rest doth surprise So are they said to rest vntill they rise This makes the head so heavy after meate The fumes ascending make the head descend For they like hammers on the braines doe beate Til they haue hammerd humors in the end The weight whereof doth cause the head to bend Yet sober sleepes in place and season fit Doe comfort Nature and her hurts amend The Spirits it quickens and awakes the wit For hart must sleepe when the head wanteth it Dead sleepe Deathes other name and Image true Doth quiet Passion calme Griefe Time deceiue Who pay'ng the debt that is to Nature due Like death in quittance thereof doth receiue Supply of powres that her of powre bereaue So sleepe her foes wants friendly doth supply And in her wombe doth wakefull thoughts conceiue Making the Minde beyond it selfe to spie For doubtlesse Dreames haue some divinitie For as the influence of Heavens leames Frames diverse formes in matter corporall So of like influence visions and Dreames Are printed in the powre fantasticall The which power being instrumental By Heav'n disposd to bring forth some effect Hath greatest vigor in our sleepes extreames For when our mindes doe corporall cares neglect That influence doth freely them affect And so our Dreames oft future haps proiect VVatching oremuch oremuch doth Nature wrong It blunts the braines and sense debilitates Dulleth the Spirits breedes crudities among Makes the head heavie Body it abates And kindely heate it cooles or dissipates Yet thorny cares or stings of ceaslesse Smart May keepe out sleepe without the senses Gates By pricking them as it were to the hart Till vitall Sp'rits from senses quite depart Those Chieftaines on whose cares depend the crowns The waighty crownes on their as waighty cares Of mighty Monarches and their owne renownes Two burdens which in one who ever beares Must night and day vse hands legs eies and eares These watch yea sleeping wake for in their sleepes The point on which their harts are fixt appeares And through their closed eies their minds eie peeps To looke to that which them from slumber keepes Their sleepes are short but were they short sweet Nature would longer sweetly life support â—ut in their sleepes
being wellâ—neere out of hart before Each to his fellow ioy vnfained faines Because they likely were to Bee no more For being but poore Soules the VVorlds Ey-sore But when they heard with cheerefull Trumpetts clange Thy peacefull name proclaim'd as Englands king They skipt daunc't and Heav'nly Hymnes they sange That Angells did admire their Carrolling VVhich made both Heau'n and Earth with ioy to ring Each now retakes his late abandon'd Pen And Night and Day they plie it pestering Thy Name with Fame thy fame with more then Meâ— Maie beare if they be not remade agen And who hath held their Pens from blott of blamâ— And ever kept their Muse immaculate Their conscience now takes comfort in the sameâ— As if some God were come that Vice doth hate VVith Grace their virtue to remunerate As when the Kinge of Kings shall come at last To giue all Men their meede in righteous rate The good alone reioyce in their liues past So perfect Poâ—ts now must comfort tast Now their cleere Soules free from distemp'raturâ— That constantly ensues vnconstant Vice Doe Angell-holpe draw Lynes divinely pure T'expresâ—e their Soules prais-worthy avarice To draw their King to read their Subiect twice They melt in Nectar of Phrase most refin'de That may the Pallate of the Soule intice To tast and retast in a greedy kinde The Sweetes there mixt to recreate the Minde Healths now goe round among the rude Civill The Earths best bloud that bettereth our bloud Is suck't each where and he esteem'd a divill That will not drinke to show his mery moode A little more perhapps then does him good If VVine were made to gladd the hart of Man Although our gladnesse needes no wyny floudd Then now or never troule about the Cann Till sober moode cries hoe and no more can A time there is for all things vnder Sunnâ— A time for mirth aswell as to be sadd The time for mirth is now ev'n now begun Now wisest men with mirth doe seeme starke madd And cannot choose their harts are all so gladd Then let 's be merry in our God and King That made vs merry being ill bestadd Southâ—hampton vp thy cappe to Heauen fling And on the Violl there sweet praises sing For he is come that grace to all doth bring If thou did'st faulâ— iudge Heau'n for I will spare thee Because my faults are more then can be cast It did to greater glorie but prepare thee Sith greater vertue now thereby thou hast Before our troubles we seeme goodnesse past But cold Afflictions water cooles the heate VVhich Youth and Greatnesse oft too much doth wast And Queenes are coy and cannot brooke the sweat That such heate causeth for it seemes vnsweete But yet thy woorth doth wrest from what soere thereto opposd by vnseene violence Acknowledgment of what in thee is deere That is the glory of much excellence Fitt for the vse of high'st preheminence The VVorld is in the wane and worthy Meâ— Haue not therein in each place residence Such as are worthy should be cherisht then And being overthrowne raisd vp agen Pembrooke to Court to which thou wert made strange Goe doe thine homage to thy Soveraigne VVeepe and reioyce for this sadd-ioyfull Change Then weepe for ioy thou needst not teares to faine Sith late rhine Eies did nought els entertaine If I mistake thee not and thy best part Thy vertues will thy Lieges favoure gaine For Vertue vertue loues as Arte doth Arte Then will hee loue thee Lord for thy desartâ— Thy Sire and Grand-sire were two mightie Peeres Thâ—t were strong trustie Pillars of this State Thou hast what they had thy want is but yeeres Yet Arte in thee doth Tyme anticipat And maks thee being yonge in old estate For lo thy Iudgments iointes are strongly knitt And in Artes Limbecke thy all-learned Pate VVisdome extracts the Quintessence of VVitâ— To make the same for hie imployment fitt Hold vp your hartlesse Heads and headlesse Harts All yee whom Time and Fortune did suppresse Hee 's come hee 's come that Life halfe dead reverts Deere little Lord great in too great distresse VVith smoothed front goe kisse thy happinesse Ladies and Lords purse-pinched and Soule-pain'd Poore Rich and all rich ïn all blessednesse Blesâ—e him by whom yee haue till now remain'd To tast these Tymes which yeeld sweet ioyes vnfain'd High humbled Lady high though humbled High by thy vertue humbled by thy Crosse By Fortune lift vp and downe tumbled Two ô speake VVorld had ere one such a losse As shee had of two Pheares who did engrosse The richest VVares that Arte and Nature sold Yet Fortune in their fines was over-crosse For both vntimely shee return'd to Mould Yet Lady new be cast in Comforts Mold Yee seemely Senators that God do feare Vertues true Lovers Bloud-detesting Sages Peace Rights friends as now doth wel appeare Load-starrs to this Lights to the after Ages Reioyce you may for your well-erned VVages Earned of your late Mistris he will pay That 's now your Master TheÌ„ with harmeles rages Of zeale infam'd exult and with vs say Blest be King Iames our King our Ioy our Stay Moâ—â—t-ioy let ioy now mount as high as Heav'n For now thy long-left land is Heav'n become Come come away the Foe to slight is driv'n Hasten thy comming hie ô hie thee home That ioy though nought els caÌ„ may thee orecome Muses deere loue Mecaenas to their loues Thy King vnto this kingdome now is come And like the sunne in our new Heaven moues To comfort thee and all that glorie loues If wee that still liue here doe Heav'n it hold VVhat wilt thou thinke it with that Hell coÌ„par'd VVhere yet thou liv'st among deathes manifold VVhich for our safety thou hast long endur'd Thou sure wilt thinke no Angell now doth ward The Esterne Eden plac'd now in the North But Scots and English men the same doe guard And therein liue then come Heroicke Worth Attend thy Liege till he resends thee forth Meeke-harted Worcester friend of Humanityâ— Honoâ—'d for honesty so rightly honored Gods white-guifâ— Whiteguifâ— â— glory of Prelacy Buckhurst our Treasoâ—er roially treasured VVith richest Rules of Rule Egerton famouzed For loue to equity chiefe Iustâ—ce of the land Bold Popham resolute for thy friend for thy Head Striue striue ô striue to make fast Peaces Band That you obeying may in peace command So you by it and it by you may stand Great harted Heros great Northumberland Furnisht withall that may make great a Peere And Tethys true loue ventrous Cumberland Together with the rest to England deere Deere Peeres let now your peerelesâ—e ioy appeereâ— Goe Lordes goe meete your sans-Peere Soveraigne And tell him yee are his while hee is here And when he leaues the Earth for heav'nly raigne You and yours will be his whiles they remaine Thou liuely Image of our Worldes perfection Ouâ— little Worlds great Paragon of fame Both taking beeing by the Heav'ns direction In
one selfe-wombe that both should be the same In Spirite in vertue nature and in name This World beginnes to cotton now for thee For whom the World sometimes was much to blame Vertue deere Sidney now advaunc'd shal be Sith Vertue knowes no partialitee Thou virgin Knight that dost thy selfe obscure From Worlds vnequall eies and faine wouldst dy Er ' thy name should be knowne to Worlds impure Now shew thy selfe thou canst not hidden lie From our newâ— Worlds desert â—out-searching Eie Great Sidneies loue true proofe of thy great worth Liue now for now thou maist not living die Vertue must vse thee then Dyer Knight come forth To haile thy vertues Loadstarre from the North. And Albions Scaeva whose crosse-wounded Corse Like t' an imbalmed dead-Corpse in aspect Twenty times dead yet still hast vitall force And so dost cousin death through deaths defect Yet scornst nay hat'st thy life in Fames respect Vp with thy Coate of Steele its time for thee No foe is now in field and in effect Thy Veines are drie thine eies do dimmely see Then ioy in peace with life at last agree Great Maiestie last let the least of all Thy Subiects least send from his hart a signe Of that it holds and whiles it is it shall That is that loue thou only mai'st define By that vnbounded loue to vs of thine I haile thee happy Sov'raigne from a farre Vnworthy to approach thy view of Eine Saying blest be him that blessed thee from warre To be our peace in whom we blessed are And be thine owne though others praise come short O sacred Sou'raigne Soule of Englandes ioy Let matchlesse vertues Vertues praise report VVhich thou alone dost questionlesse enioy The Vulgars laudes thine Eares doe nought but cloy The Concaue of a Crowne may cause that winde VVhich froward Fates haue power to destroy But that pure praise that 's due to thy pure Minde From Fates is free'd being of immortall kinde VVell wott'st thou Princes liues haue much more force Then purest Lawes their Subiects to refine For Subiects follow still their Sov'raignes course As Sunne-like Marigolds doe Sol divine VVho lose their grace when hee doth ceasse to shine This makes thee shun what may ecclipse thy light Because thou lead'st all by that light of thine And striv'st to glitter in all vertue bright That all might haue thereby direction right Though at thy becke be all sons-pleasing sweetes Yet art thou pleas'd with what thy sense containes In Straightes where Abstinence with Reason meetes Which head-strong Appetite Synne-spurred raignes And binds thy Passions in Soule-staying chaines Thus Reason strictly ruleth thee we see VVhich over thee as thou raign'st ore vs raignes If Reason thou obai'st much more should wee That are borne to obey Reason and thee How came I with thee to bee so acquainted That so I should discribe each part of thee Thy Booke wherin so liuely thou art painted Deere Liege I once ioy-ravished did see For which I shall till death the better bee Then saw I thee and then I heard thy VVordes VVhich with Gods and thy glory did agree And Charity beliefe to them affords Sith â—hee knowes nothing that with them discords And if the Bookes compil'd by vs do beare The Image of our Mindes as thou do'st say Then in that Booke that Image doth appeare Bright as the Sunne in Vertues best araye To light all Kinges to keepe their Kinges high Way No Sentence Line Clause VVord or Syllable Therein contain'd but doth pure thoughts bewraie Then sith thy Minde is to it semblable No Earthly King is to thee sutable Never was Piety with Policy So well componnded in the Head of State The Serpents wisedome many Snakes apply To Sores of Kinges Simplicity but hate The Doue-like innocence as out of date If Piety and Policy doe iarre As some suppose then can we bee s'ingrate As not to crowne him that did end the warre Nor be compos'd by such a Temperer For if from Hartes abundance Mouthes disperse Vertue or Vices Mammon all abroade What may we deeme thee theÌ„ that did'st reherse Such precepts as beseem'd a Semi-God How best the Sonne should beare an Empires Lode Which weakenesse oft back-broken vndergoes We needes must weene that Vertue makes abode As in her home in thy Hart sith it floes VVith goodnesse like Gods to thy Friends Foes How like a Lord of thy selfe do'st thou striue To conquer Passion Princes great'st disease In him that likely is thee to survive And as an oldâ—tride Sea-man tells at Seas VVhat Rocks and â—latts a yong one may displease Ere â—irst he setts out that he them may shunne So from thy proofe for thy Succeeders ease Thou tell'st him ere to rule he hath begune What Compasse he should keep safe Course to run For Empire is a Sea most faire to see But perillous to proue as they best kno That all their life-long to it bounden be Subiect each Tyde to be orewhelm'd with woe If not to wracke and finall overthro Wherein thou dost thy course so wisely guide That like a skilful Pilot thou dost sho By demonstration how this Sea t' abide And safely saile or else at Ancor ride Then ô how blessed is this blisful Ile VVhose God is Loue whose King is Vertues Host VVhose Grace and VVisdome with an holy guile Doth catch the Least and binds them to him most As to their Piller and vpholding Post VVho makes his Subiects great as good as great By his example without Checke or cost And to vnequalls equal Law doth meate With Loues right haÌ„d which stil doth hate defeate The Fire as be'ng the noblest Element Is plac'd by Natures hand aboue the rest That by it's actiue vertue prevalent It might repurifie the worst and best That be inferior or in lesse request So thou art iustly plac'd in Natures right Aboue the great'st that with thy vertue least Canst purge them from their greatest vices quight And make them shine through thy high vertues light Such Kings should be obaid and glory-cround Because their Vertues al mens else exceede For they that are in all abundance drownd Yet set no more in then may Nature feede And spare the rest for those that haue more need O! these are rightly Fames Superlatiues Gods vpon Earth that 's Kings like Gods in deede From whom the subiect vertue high derives VVhose liues are Lights to lead obscurer liues And Vertue in a King is more of price Then in a poore man though most vertuous For Kings haue more meanes to be drawn to Vice And may without controle be vicious But poore-men not for Want and Summumius If Sol would Venus vse what Starre comes not At becke wel-neere too neere to him to vse But if a naked poore Snake be so hott He may be coold but so be coold cannot VVhat glory gettes constrain'd Sobrietie If glorie gotten be by Vertue right Constrain'd b'imperious Necessitie Other then to be chast for want of might In