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Fennors descriptions, or A true relation of certaine and diuers speeches spoken before the King and Queenes most excellent Maiestie, the Prince his highnesse, and the Lady Elizabeth's Grace. By William Fennor, His Maiesties seruant.
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Fennor, William.
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STC 10784; ESTC S102016
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to the Rhyne Which shewes the way to Palatine But being driuen in by stormes He was constrained to lodge at Wormes The Cities worth the God admires And the next day he din'd at Spyres But e're the night approached nye He came to the Vniuersitie Cal'd Hedelberg a famous place Where he beheld the Princes grace Well mounted on a stately steed Which did Bucephalus exceed The day had left the Easterne Coast And to faire Thetis gallopt post Which made the Germaine mountaines darke Cupid drew nye to view the marke And at his bosome sent a shaft Which after it a tincture left No sooner Cupid dedicates This stroke but straight he eleuates To the gods where he a lecture redde How loue had metamorphosed This Princes heart perplext with paine Which caused him to crosse the maine To Brittaines Coast first Graue-send gaines him And England brauely entertaines him The Court his company desires London the louely Prince admires Such ioy sprung forth on euery side That all the Gods mans mirth enuide Therefore they held a Parliament How they might worke his discontent Last they agree'd O! dismall day To take our chiefest hope away Grim visag'd death presum'd to strike A Prince that neuer had his like For as his vertue all excel'd His valour was vnparralel'd Heauen tooke his worth earth knew his want And made a generall complaint Great Brittaine clad in sable blacke With endlesse teares lament his lacke This hopefull match begot great gladnesse But Henries death a solemne sadnesse And had not these two opposites Met England sure had lost hir wits For had their beene no funerall To stay this happy Nuptiall This Kingdome being ouerioy'd With mirth her selfe might haue destroy'd So had their beene no Nuptiall After this driery funerall This Iland would her selfe confound Of force to drowne with her owne teares A heart of cork Therefore the Scene 'Twixt mirth and mourning kept the meane And time which all things doth expell Prouided for this Kingdome wel For though he tooke our hope away He left behinde a second stay Whom heauens highest hand preserue For he all goodnesse doth deserue Thus leauing hearts with sorrowes clad For him whose like earth neuer had T is fit my pen pursue the carriage Of this selected sacred marriage Twixt these two Princes dignity Who were with all solemnitie Ioyn'd with the forefront of the spring In Nuptiall bands before a King But time that for no King will stay Conducts this Virgin bride away T'wards her new confines blest conten Attended on her grace in Kent The trees stood all in suites of greene To guard this Nymph-like natures Queen She leaues a Land where she is knowne To see a strange Land of her owne The louely Nightingale did sing Hir sweete farewell from Englands King Thus after many parting stories Time brought them to their teritories And eare twelue moneths their course had run Betwixt them they possest a Sonne This blessed newes the Seas sent post To comfort vs for him we lost From Henry's ashes there is sprung A second Henry who eare long We hope shall in this Land arriue The hearts of all men to reuiue And greet his royall Grand-sires raigne The Queene and 's Vncle Charlamayne Whom heauen still protect and blesse With royall issue to possesse This Kingdome Scepter and beare sway Till Sunne and Moone doe passe away FINIS The Originall and continuance of the most Noble Order of the Garter as it was spoken before the Kings Maiestie on Saint GEORGES day last Anno Dom. 1616. By W. FENNOR EDward the third that truely Potent King whose Temples worthily wore Englands Crowne This Noble Order of whose fame I 'le sing inuents for Britaines Trophy of renowne Salsburies Countesse hath all Ladies grac't that loose their Garter yet keepe Honour chast From Honor'd chastitie the Garter fell and in a moment rose to royaltie King Edward grac't this Ladies fauour well who humbly bends his kingly Maiesty Catcht vp the ribbon had a leg inbrac't that neuer capor'd with a step vnchast The Lady dies her cheekes with tell-tale redde which blabs she blushes that her Garters found By him that had aduanc't it to a head which with Imperiall dignity was crown'd The Nobles murmur and the King by chance perceiv'd spoke Hony soit quy maly pense Exchanges lawlesse loue for lawfull Armes buckles on ' armour weell's his warlike sword Beats his brac't Drums Trumpets sounds alarums thus like bold Hector rode he to the field Subdu'd his foes and for his deeds in fight of the rich Garter was instal'd a Knight Which bred such luster in each Noble brest as if new Troy had mustred vp the Sonnes Of strong back't Priam and amongst the rest the bold blacke Prince toth ' field most fiercely runs And with his sword hammor'd in Vulcans forge made the French Dennys kneele to English George For which he with the Garter was instal'd and made a Knight of that most Noble Order With many other Nobles that were cal'd worthy by fame that ancient true Recorder The Garter bred such luster in great hearts each stroue for excellence in Armes and Arts. Saint Patricks Crosse did to the Garter vayle Saint Iaques Order waxt with anger pale Saint Dauids leeke began to droupe i th tale Saint Dennys he sate mourning in a dale Saint Andrew look't with cheerefull appetite as though toth ' Garter he had future right But Dragon-killing George that still depends vpon the Garter since third Edwards dayes In this age present hath as many friends as well deseruing high eternall praise As any ages euer had before neuer at one time better neuer more Hanniball stroue for Romes triumphant bayes Scipio for the Carthaginians bough But thanklesse Senators did dimme the rayes of these two worthies and would not allow Nor wreath nor branch they dy'd and left their fame vnto the glory of the Garters name Impartially a royall King bestowes it vpon some Subiect worthy of the wearing His Armes aduanc't within a Church that owes it the oath administred in publike hearing Which being falsifyed the Honors crost by Heraldry the Armes and Garter lost Say that a man long languishing in loue whose heart with hope and feare growes cold and warme Admit some pitty should his sweet-heart moue to knit a fauour on his feeble arme All parts would ioyne to make that one ioynt strong to appose any that his loue should wrong The Garter is the fauour of a King clasping the leg on which mans best part stands A poesye in t' as in a Nuptiall ring binding the heart to their liege Lord in bands That whil'st the leg hath strength or the arme power to kill that Serpent would their King deuoure For which the George is as a Trophy worne and may it long and long remaine with those Which to that excellent dignitie are borne as opposites vnto their Countries foes God keepe our King and them from Romes black pen let all that loue the Garter say Amen
a Trauailer a peacefull youth and yet a Souldier Yong Prince of Brandenbergh Prince absolute for now thou raignest in thy Fathers stead Thy eares are open vnto euerr suite thy hand is prone to euery worthy deed Many degrees thy vertues doe commence Brandenburgh neuer had a better Prince Yong Prince of Pals or Palsgraue of the Rhyne were this a Chronicle and the letters gold To register thy vertues most diuine to make all Nations wonder to behold Thy grace of all their goodnesse doth allow But all their graces to thy goodnesse bowe Yong Prince of England period of my praise thy vertues now thou entrest fils the round Subduing euill and all good to raise thy powers ready now my praise is crown'd Foure kingdomes comfort and Great Brittaines ioy mischiefe befall him that thinkes the annoy These Princes seuerall vertues doe agree and in a true coniunction symphathize When Princely fruit springs from a royall tree there future branches to the like state rise Each of these are their Countries ioyfull hope friends to the Gospell foes toth ' Diuell and Pope Three matchlesse Virgins in this wanton age vertue doth heere commend for the worlds mirror Their hallowed feete tread on Dyanes stage their spotlesse thoughts are free from female error In framing of these three Nature did well but made a fourth that doth her selfe excell Hessons faire Virgin one of vertues traine Lady of pleasure and the Nymph of peace Whose face the stampe of beauty doth containe which in her liuely image neare shall cease A match fit for a Prince sweet Saint-like creature wonder of all that gaze on thy faire feature Brunswicks bright Virgin Germâ—ines louely rose whose vestall lampe shines like the Moone at full Thou art admired by the Dutch-land Froes Saxony vowes thy blowming bud to pull A Prince of vertues and a Princesse true who can deny when such for loue doe sue Brandingburghs Sister of an Angels face the top of vertue and the branch of beautie Of humble modest and maiesticke grace the gods haue stroue who first should shew their duty Dyan and Venus are for hir at strife which choise is best for hir a maide or wife Thus they contend each houre ' boat all three Dyan speakes Virgins hearken to my voyce Keepe your selues single if you would liue free Venus sayes sports in bed cause maides reioyce But let them chide I can iudge neither rude till the fourth virgin wife the iarre conclude Englands faire Phoenix Europes admiration of matchlesse beauty yet of vertue rare A kingdomes comfortable consolation who euer rarest is yet she is rarer Now in the East she lets her splendor shine all doe confesse she is a light diuine She seeing Dyan and Loues Queene at odds Dyan made claime bright Venus swore shee 'd haue hir At last the cause being heard before the gods Hymen stood vp and this sweet sentence gaue hir For chaste virginitie mates hast thou none and being wed like thee shall scarce be one Poets leaue writing of the Graecian Queene and of Aeneas Lady Venus sonne Two rarer beauties shortly shall be seene in Almany when Englands pride is wonne Make hast yong Prince swim liuely downe the Rhyne to stile hir peerelesse Princesse Palatine Lend all your hands to knit this Princely knot all euerlasting ioy binde sure the same A noble Prince a Princesse without spot will fill the trump of euer sounding fame All Europes bells that ioyfull day shall ring Pals hath ioyn'd power with Englands royall King FINIS Cupids iourney to Germanie and the effects of the same WHen Hymen had his sentence ended He of the gods was much commended Venus was buxome blith and glad But Dyans front with frownes look't sad Almaine was fild with loues desires Their heart flam'd Citharean fiers Oldenburgs Earle and Hessons Prince Sent presents from their hearts Prouince Loue in a rich shape crost the maine From Courtly France and hauty Spaine With hope to gaine this matchlesse prize But stormes of Non-suite did arise Which fil'd their sailes with discontent And blew them backe incontinent Then Cupid tooke a box of balme And gaue to Neptune for a calme To Aeolus he sent a ring Intreating him no sighs to fling In his sailes forefront thus he went To th' Seas imbark't with sweet content Sweet Zephirus to winne a wreath Into loues sailes goodwill did breath Which soone conuey'd him to the Rhyne Where Bachus quaffes vp Rennish wine There Cupid feasted in each Court And at the length met true report Whose newes did cause the boy admire Filling his heart with ardent fire And presently he mounts the skies To craue one of his mothers eyes Shee grants the suite and thus she spake I le doe it for the Princes sake Hir left eye she plac't in his for'head Which made the God of loue adored He tooke his leaue and humbly bends And from hir Deity descends The winged youth who vnderstood His way by 's eye through thickest wood Where Siluian tooke vp her stay And met with Cupid on the way But she from him began to flye When she perceiu'd he had an eye Least he her nakednesse should see She shrowdes hir selfe behide a tree For Autumne that the field bereaues Had left hir nought but withered leaues Cupid amaz'd kept still the path Which brought him to a priuate bath And close by it a thicket stood More like an Arbour then a Wood The willowes twisted arme in arme To keepe the Bower in winter warme And in the summer when the sunne Through the high Meridian runne Hee cannot pearce in with bright eyes But peepe through hole cut checker wise This Arbor fil'd with naked Imphes The thrice three Muses and their Nymphes Dyan with sundry flowers crown'd Begirt abount with Virgins round Cupid drew nye and got a sight Which bred in him no small delight None did deny the shamefast boy But in him tooke exceeding ioy Saue Dyan whose wrath did inuade hir Vntill at length all did perswade hir To smiling mirth which shee allowes And tooke her violl from the bowes Whereon most sweetly she did play A well contriued Roundelay Which rauisht so the god of Loue That he a question thus did moue You Nymphes and Goddesses of grace How doe you call this sacred place This is quoth they the Muses fountaine Impayl'd with many a craggy mountaine The name of it is Helycon Hence Germaines bounds first borders on It parts the lowe Dutch from the high And heere great Caesars crowne doth lye We know yong Archer thou art sent To wound a Prince with Loues content Thy shaft shall not be shot in vaine For he a faire Princesse shall gaine Whose beauty no Appelles needes Hir vertues all our worths exceeds But hast thee Cupid flye away And Hymen crowne their Nuptiall day The one ey'de boy tooke leaue of all And tooke vp 's bowe which he lets fall His quiuer on his backe he hung And spread both wings and vp he sprung With matchlesse swiftnesse