CEase louing Subiects cease my death for to deplore And do no more with dririe cryes my dolful hearse decore Though like Cynegirus when both the hands are gone Yee would detaine me with your teeth in my Emperiall throne Bee Thracians now I pray and hence-foorth cease to mone Ere it be long in quiet peace ye shall finde fiue for one For if you can beleeue my prophetizing ghost Aeneas gaue Anchises trust you shall not thinke me lost The death of one some say the birth of one should bee Three mails femels two you haue most famous fiue for mee For as I seald my Will my Designation dew And did concredit by the rest to my Achates trew So now my ghost is glad that by my care his paine My countries haue their lawfull King the King his crowns againe Then bransh imbellis'd soyle most pleasant most perfite The onely earthly Eden now for pleasure and delighte Rich England now reioyce heaue vp to heauen thy hands The blessed Lord hath blest thy bounds beyond al other lands Since no Sardanapal is now become thy King No Dionise nor Nero proud my death to thee doth bring A King vnwoont to giue or yet to take offence A godly Dauid ruleth now a Prophet and a Prince The Pupill now is blith the Widow weepes not now No depredations in thy boundes the Rushbush keeps the Kow The Lyons now agree and do in Peace delight The Thirsel now defends guards the red Rose the white The british Saints shake hands with crosses ioynd and spred Whose cullours on the glassie salt no terror small haue bred Those now conioynd in one through Neptuns bounded roares Shal make the ventring mercheand sail secure to forane shoares Flee swift-wingd Fame tell the best rarest new's That time hath yet brought soorth by night or dayes delightfull hew's For Ships Swans most rich most faire samous Thamis Tell Neptune Thetis Triton too the haps of great king IAMES Thou murdring Galliglas who long my Laws withstood Learne to obey and bath no more thy blade in british blood All you my Subiects deire do homage dew to him And that shal make my blessed ghost in boundles ioyes to swim SONET To his Maiestie of the Vnion of the two famous Realmes Scotland and England SCilurus had twice fourtie Children male And teaching them in peace to passe their dayes And that no foe should gainst their force preuale His louing minde hee wisely thus bewrayes A bundle of Darts before their eyes he layes And pray'd each Sonne to breake the same at length When hee and hee to crush those Darts assayes But all in vaine hee told them Vnions strength You are a Father and a famous Prence Great are the bounds which are great King thine owne And like a sacred Scilure in this sence Keepes Britaine whole least it should be ouerthrowne The God of heau'n effect what thou intends And bring thy proiects to their happie ends To the Queens most Excellent Maiestie 1. SONET IN Pallas Church did wretched Irus stand And saw her paynted on the Chalk-whit wall With Booke in one and Sword in other hand And on his face poore soule did flatlings fall Syne sayd aloud since I allace am thrall To pouertie that I may not propine Thy Godhead great with gift nor great nor small Yet while I liue my seruice shall be thine So all the pow'rs of this my poore Ingyne Shall bee Faire Dame employed to pen thy praise Thou in Cymmerian gloomie darke shall shyne And on thy Vertues worlds to come shall gaize Thus Irus-like wise Pallas I adore And honour thee since I can do no more 2. SONET Of her Highnes Natall being the shortest day GReat mightie IOVE from his imperiall place And all the GODS for blythnes of Thy Birth Came downe from Heau'n to see thy fairest face Glad to Be guarded by thy beauties girth And Neptune fet his Flocks out through the Firth With all the Nymphs in Floods and Seais that dwell On Balens backs they mounted made their mirth To see thy shapp all leiuing leids excell And Phoebus father to the Fooll that fell In lowest state his yocked Horse did stay But fearing least thy beam's should burne him sell Hee stole aback and vpward went away And for thy saik thy Natall day each yeir He visits yet into his lowest spheir 3. SONET New yeir Gift THis Apill round I send ô matchles fare As children do for thryse al 's good agane Not such as that by which th' Enbean rare The loue of his Atlanta suift did gane Nor that by which Acontius did beguile Cydippe sweet in sacred Dian's Fane My minde abhors all such inuention vile No secre it slight doth in my gift remane It more resembleth that which Ate threw Mongst Pallas Iuno Venus Dames diuine To thee great Queene of all this courtly crew I do present this paynted A pill mine Were it of Gold or Paris I faire Dame It should be thine thou best deseru's the same 4. SONET THose famous old Gymnosophists of Inde Which Alexander did so much admire And compted but as churlish and vnkinde Cause they refus'd his offred Gold and geir Their greatest care and studie was we heir To view and marke the motions of the Sunn To know his courses in his Zodiac Spheir From Phospor's rysing till the night begun Such is my state O sacred Saint by thee I am a poore Gymnosophist of thine Thou art that Sunn which I delight to see No wealth I wish but that on mee thou shine They long'd for night so long-some was their day Blithe would I bee for to behold thee ay TO THE VERTVOVS AND ACCOMPLISHED Sir IAMES HAY Knight one of his Highnes most royall bed-chamber WHen a bad Wrestler became a knauish Phisition Courage said Diogenes to him thou has reason so to doe for now shalt thou helpe to put them in the ground who heretofore haue layd thee on it I am from a luckles louer become an infortunat Poet and haue determined with Courage to write Ditties against my riuall that breedes my disgraces and with Archilochus Iambics I minde to make Lycambes hang him selfe Agrippina foretold by Astrologues that her Sonne Nero should kill her answered Let him kill mee so he may be Emperour and succeed to Claudius all my senses in wofull lingage which makes me begge thy patrocinie like facidic Astrologs tell me my Pamphlet of the Cuckoe and Philomel shal be vnwelcome to many and receiue strange Commentartes but if you be content I care not my greatest ambition is to breed your content my pleasure to please you whose Adamantiue vertues haue drawne the Yron of my loue In publique or priuate in peaceable negotiations or occupations to leiue or die greatly or gloriously I know no forme or fortune of man I can admire or regard with so much honour with so much loue yea at all aduentures of life death thou mayest command Thine owne poore friend and
to our complaints giue place Our Garland lacks the Rose our chatton tins the stone Our Volier wants the Philomel we left allace alone What art thou Scotland then no Monarchie allace A oligarchie desolate with straying and onkow face A maymed bodie now but shaip some monstrous thing A reconfused chaos now a countrey but a King When Paris fed his flockes among the Phrigian plaines Aenone's loue was his delights his death were her disdaynes But when allace he knew that Priam was his Sire He left Aenone sweet and syne for Hâ—lene would aspire Proud Pellex England so thou art the adulterat brid Who for Aenone thinkes no shame to lye by Paris sid Who knowes ere it be long but our your happy King With Belgic Celtic Aquitan to his Empire may bring And he why should he not your Troynauant shall leaue And vnto Parise spurre the post his right for to receaue Then then shall England weepe and shed abounding teaires And we shall to our comfort find companions in our caires And till it so befall with pitie not with scorne Vpon this confinde Kingdome looke as on a land forlorne Wise Plato would not once admit it in his minde He lou'd Xenocrates so well he could become vnkinde And no more can we thinke dread Leige though thou be gone Thou will vngratly leaue vs thus disconsolat allone By Contrars Contrars plac'd no dout most clearely kith And now thy absence breedes our bale whose biding made vs blith O were thou not both wise and good we should not mourne We would not for thy absence weepe nor wish for thy returne Long sleepe made Rufus loose the vse of both his eene O do not thou sweet Prince make stay lest thou forget vs cleene Like Epimenides when thou returns againe The shapp of al things shal be chaing ' thine own sheepe shal be slaine Democrit rather choose no King at all to bee Then ouer wicked men to rule and such allace are wee Our Iewell England ioyes yet no way dooth wrong vs The world may see we were not worth that thou shuld be among vs But since it must be thus and thou art forc'd to flitt Now like a Heart in to the mids of thy great body sitt And from thy Troynauant which pleasures store impairts Behold thy Kingdom 's round about thy hand in all the Airts Examples old thou taks and layis before thy face The famous Numids thoght the midst to be most honored place Thus by Hyempsals side Adherbal Salust sets And so Iugurtha in the midst wee reed no intrance gets Graue Maro maks likway the Queene of Cartage braue Betwix Ascanius and the wise Aeneas place to haue Dooth not Apollo too in proudest pompe appere With bright and day-adorning beames in his meridian sphere So thou has choos'd the midst of all thy Kingdom 's knowne For looke about thee where thou list thou looks but on thine owne And since the Gods decree Great King that so shall bee Since Peace must florish in thy time Wars must cease die But competition too since thou has Englands Crowne Which was a Heptarchie of old of vncontrould renowne Let Vs and Al-bi-on that wee with one consent One God one King one Law may be t' adore serue keepe content In Rome the Sabins grew with Tyrians Troians mixt And Iuda ioynd with Israel but least wee seeme prolixt And that our louing plaint's and teares may now take end Thee to thy Crowns thy Crowns to thee the great good God defend CALIDONS COMPLAINT At the apparent Voyage to her England of ANNA Queene of Great Britaine France and Ireland with HENRIE Prince of Wales her most gracious Sonne AND shall no light at all to len vs light be left Shal Sunn Moone fixed those smal erratic stars be reft And was it not ynough that Titan tooke the flight Might not sweete Cynthia yet made stay for to haue lent vs light Since Sunne and Moone must goe that bright Harie starr Let Pluto now compare with vs in darknes if he darr From darknes was alace our deriuation old The fatall name MKOTIA nought but darknes doth vnfold Shall our estate allace from state be thus downthrowne Shal Scotland hensforth haue againe no cround K. of their owne Shal wee from King Queene Prince all their brood disseuer And shall not Scotland be againe inhabited for euer Shall ghastly Ziim cry and Oim make there sport Within the Palaces where once but Monarch's made resort At libertie alas shall Fauns and Satyrs lope And to a hellish cold dispare conuert our former hope And dare not Orpheus looke but once againe abacke Or shall wee finde nothing at all but fundamentall wracke Would God that vmquhyle Dame the wisest Dame in deed That euer Britaine earst hath borne or yet againe shall breed Would God as yet shee were to brooke her trident Mace Then shuld we not bin poynted at for wrake scorne disgrace Thou saild the glassie salt and conquered endles fame In prime of loue Heroic Prince to see thy Danish Dame In slâ—eing towrs of tree thou croc'd the bounded Roares And brought our Queene thy sacred Spous to Calidonian shoares wind O let not loue wax cold nor be not now vnkind Thou need not feare for foamie floods nor pray for prosperous Since shee sweet Dame is seik thy Sonn but young in yeers With Cancer Leo burns aboue into their torrid Spheers Make then a bles'd returne to see them both againe But ô allace wee ware those words vnto the winds in vaine For they must go to thee more to increas our cairs And leaue no thing behind them here but sorow sighs teairs TheÌ„ wherto serue those plaints who know's what is appoynted Or what the Destanies decrees to do with their Anoynted Nor Douâ—ir nor those Alps nor Tybers volted Arche Vnto that Archunonarche great King Iames must be a Marche The heauins of the great Prince hade care in to thy Coode And kept thee when thou no thing knew of ather bad or good How many treasons strange and conspirations great Haue bin contriu'd against thy crowne standing of thy state Before thou was and since thou has eskaip'd huge snairs Be blithe Tued march'd thy kingdoms once now must march thy cairs Thy name shal be enough to conquer seas lands And manumit afflicted Grece from Turks and tyrans hands When Rome shall be subdew'd may thou no go abroad And make Bizantium old obey the great alguiding God But if thou greyus great King our greiued harts to glade Of thy triennall visiting performe thy promeis made Faire gracious Dame whose match nor was nor shall be seene Though fortune smile remeÌ„ber yet that thou was first our Queene Accompleisd peereles Prince in body both and mind Thinke on thy natiue soyle with loue and be not cald vnkind And so since King Queene Prince and all our all must go The Trinitie aboue preserue this Trinitie be-low ELIAZABETH LATE QVEENE OF ENGLAND HER GHOST
hatefull vice and vertue of most worth Wise Plutarch writes in fertill Egipt grew With medicable enuenomd hearbes anew Doe no rebuke nor publique shame approue But friendly counsaile which proceedes from loue Be not a drunke Cambises in dispeire For counsell kind to kill Prexaspes heire 7 Take Turinus and smooke him to the death Who falsly sels for bribes thy royall breath 8 Though Alexander in a raging ire For praysing Philip his renouned Sire Kind Clitus kild be thou more meeke in minde And to the praysers of thy Parents kinde 9 Within thy heart let no iniustice hant Let not the wrong'd man weepe for iustice want Pansanias plaintes proud Philip did disdaine And cruelly for his contempt was slaine 10 A Woman old fell downe vpon her knee And cryed Demetr us heare my plaints and mee I haue no leasure answerd he againe Hee takes no leasure sayd the wife to reigne Doe not thine eares Demetrius-like obdure With patience heare the sad and plaintiue poore 11 Proud Leo spoyld Iustinian his croune Deform'd his face and cut his nose quite doune But when he got his Diadems againe He punisht those that erst procur'd his paine Each gut of rheume that from his nose did floe Gaue argument for to cut off a foe O do not thou great Prince delight in blood Of crueltie thou know's can come no good Be thou Licurgus though thou lackes ane ee Forgiue Alcander make him man to thee 13 Vitellius-like haue not a facill will Now to graunt grace and straight commaund to kill 13 Great are thy fortunes farre beyond beleife Thou needes no Realmes nor foraine rents by reife Thy minde may well luxuriat in thy wealth Thy Crown 's are thine but blood or strife or stealth And since thy fortunes are so rare O than Each day with Philip thinke thou art a man 14 Though Agathocles Sicil did enioy Yet was he sometime but a Potters Boy And that his pride should not become too great In vessels but of Loame he tooke his meate Thy witt 's the weird's with great promotion tryes For woonder few are happy both and wise Though thou be free from blast's of any storme Bee humill still and keepe thy wonted forme 15 Wreat not thy Law 's with blood as Draco did The God of heau'n such crueltie forbid A happie Life makes ay a happie end Be thou a Solon Dracois Law 's to mend 16 Herodotus the Histor and right so The Poet Pindars wreats with many mo That Monarch's great examples good should giue Since from their Lords the Laiks learne to liue Kinkes be the glas the verie fcoole the booke Where priuate men do learne and read and looke Be thou th'attractiue Adamant to all And let no wicked wrest thy wits to fall Goe not to Delphos where Apolio stands Licurgus-like with off'rings in thy hands By hellish votes and oracles to see What to thy Law should paird or eiked bee From great Iehouah counsaile seeke and hee Shall giue both Gnom's and Oracles to thee And shall thy spir't with prudence so inspire As all the world shall wonder and admire 17 From Countries farre great King behold and see With rich Oblations Legates come to thee With Vexores and Tanais be glaide Of fame and honour let it not be saide Thou art a greedie Ninus fie for shame That were a staine vnto thy Noble name 18 Last since thou art the child of Peace I see Thy workes and writes are witnes both with mee Thy workes I haue no leasure to vnfold And though I had are tedious to be told Thy Writes are wond'rous both in prose and ryme Let Vertue waxe and flourish in thy tyme Though thou be best and greatest both of Kinges Mongst Poets all is none so sweetely singes Thou art the sweete Musaeus of our dayes And I thy Prentice and must giue thee prayse Some other Writer must thy Woorth proclaime Thou shalt not sing vpon thy selfe for shame Thou hast transalpine Poets of thine owne Whose tragique Cothurus through the world are knowne Thou has likwise of home-bred Homers store Poore Craige shall be thy Cheryl and no more Since all my life suppose I Poetze I see seauin Philippeans must suffize Not that thou art not liberall at will No no wise Prince but caus my Verse are ill Yet since this furie is but lent to few Let vs not want thou shale haue Verse anew If these seeme pleasant I shall sing againe If not I will from being bold abstaine And cease to write but neuer cease to pray The God of heauen preserue thee night and day THE MOST VERTVOVS and accomplished Prince ANNA Queene of Britane Fraunce and Ireland Complaineth the absence of her Lord and Spous IAMES King of the foresayd Realmes WHere habit was dwels sad Priuation now And I am made an Orphane from delight To want the sweete fruition of thy sight In balefull bed my body when I bow Yea neither can I tell nor can ye trow How blacke alace and noysome is each night Nor yet how loathsome is this common light Since absence made diuorse twixt mee and you I am thy Phaebae thou my Phaebus faire I haue no light nor life but lent from thee Curst then be absence causer of my care Which makes so long this loath'd eclipse to bee What woonder I through lake of presence pine Worm's haue alace their Sunne and I want mine Scotlands Teares WHen fabling Aesop was at fatall Delphos tane And there by doome condem'd to be precipitat slane He like a woman weep't and tooke delight in teaires Cause they alleuiat and made lesse the conscience of his caires But Solon when he spi'd his deerest sonne was dead He weepd the more because his teaires to grief gaue no remead Yet neither he nor he by teaires could salue his ill Though of those salt and fruitles flouds impetuus spaits they spil Then maymed Scotland thou made Orphane from delight Whom all the hosts of heauens abhor with vndeseru'd despight With deeing Aesop mourne or wofull Solon weepe And tho as they thou weepe in vaine let not thy sorrow sleepe With frustrat Aesau shout curse life and wish to d ee Since Iacob with his mothers helpe thy blessing steals from thee Now riuall England brag for now and not till now Thou has compeld vnconquered harts sturdy necks to bow What neither wits nor wars nor force afore could frame Is now accomplisht by the death of thy Imperiall Dame Eliza faire is gone into the land of rest To that Elisium predecried and promis'd to the blest And England for her sake now weaires the sabill weede But Scotland if thou rightly looke thou has more cause indeede They for a Dian dead Apolloes beames enioy And all their straying steps allace our Titan dooth tonnoy Now dawn's their glorius day with Phoebus rayes bespred And we are but Cymmerian slaues with gloomy clouds ou'reled Rich neighbour nation then from thy complayning cease Not thou but we should sigh so