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Bien venu Great Britaines welcome to hir greate friendes, and deere brethren the Danes
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Davies, John, 1565?-1618.
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BIEN VENV GREATE BRITAINES WELCOME TO HIR GREATE FRIENDES AND DEERE BRETHREN THE DANES When Loue is well express in Worde and Deede T'wixt Friendes it showes they are right well agreed Imprinted at London for Nathaniel Butter and are to be solde at his shoppe neere Saint Austens gate 1606. To the right noble Lord Philip Herbert Earle of Mountgomerie Baron of Shurland and the right worshipfull Sir Iames Haies Knight TO you Faire Hands Hands of my dreadest Lord Wherewith He feeds himself with sweet delight To You my Rimes runne of their owne accord Sith in your Hands remaines some hidden might That Like the Load-stoane drawes as with a Cord Myne Iron Numbers to your Lilly White They to the North-point point O then affoorde To take them to It for aye me my sight Cannot behold Light louingly abhor'd Sith for mine Eyes such Sunne-Beames are too bright Yet lest at my presumption Scorne should boorde Detaine them if you please to do me right But if when you haue waide them weight they be Or giue or take them all is one to me The euer honorer of your most honorable virtues IOHN DAVIES of Hereford BIEN VENV Great Britaines welcome to her great friends and deare Brethren the Danes YE Angels which in Soule inchaunting Quires Do celebrate your Soueraignes holy praise Who ever burne in loues refyning fires CoÌ„cords Tones to highest Thrones do raise Descend by Swarmes on wings of Loues desires Discords to drowne with Loues harmonious Layes And ope Heauens Casements wherthrough fly ye do Right ore the place where one King lyues in two And were yee ignorant where that should be But ope those wind-dores and yee soone should know For to the Heauens the fame thereof doth flee From now great Britaine highest Heauen below There shall yee finde two great Kings so agree As if the one the others Heart did owe Sith Loues great Lord and yours doth ioy in this His ioy to you his Guard is highest blisse Then come Celestiall Soldiers make a Ring About the Kings wherein your King doth ioy A twofold Guard make for this twofold King Of Men and Angels from what would anoy Let Enuie in your Targets leaue hir Sting That she may not anoy much lesse destroy And whatsoere impugnes their peacefull plight On your resistance let their rancour light Britaine thou once didst stretch thy conquering Armes Where ere the fower Seas with thy wings do warre And though through hurts receiu'd in hot Alarmes As maim'd thou couldst not reach scarse halfe so farre Yet now thou hast recouered thy harmes Thine Armes those Seas embrace but cannot barre For had'st thou will as thou hast power obtaind By Sea nor Land thine Armes could be containd The rather sith a King so gracefully great Graced by Greatnesse as he It doth grace Is one with ours to make ours more compleat As ours with Him makes Him in better case What forraine Pow'r to shunne their Anger 's heat Will not speake coldly with a fawning face Whose Armes together ioynd can compasse all That stands betweene the great Turke and his fall Denmarke exult sith what thou hadst thou hast Thou didst of yore thou wotst command this Land That now againe is present which is past In Loue thou maist the Land inlargd command For it to thee is So vnited fast That one to other cannot choose but stand Withstand you whoso will you both as one Must stand or fall by force of Vnion O VNION that enclaspest in thyne armes All that in Heau'n and Earth is great or good Thou Heau'nly Harbour from all earthly harmes Thou Damm that staist the Streams of humane bloud What humane Heart but maugre Hatreds Charms Will not desire thee as the Angells food Sith through thy powr thou makst mans powr so stroÌ„g As not to offer much lesse suffer wrong Thou Isle which Thetis in hir lap doth lull And with Indulgence makes thee wantonize Now maist thou feathers from thy Peacocks pull To set thee out in eie-attracting wise Triumph with ioy for now if thou be dull The world as base will iustly thee despise Sith neere thy Forehead stand two Kings of pow'r To smooth it maugre all that makes it low'r Arches tryumphall to the Heauens erect Whereunder threefold-Maiestie may passe Whose beames on It true Eyes may so reflect As do the Sunnes from clearest christall glasse Let all thy stâ—eetes with Obiectes deere bee deckt To show thy State is more then ere it was For in no moderne memorie hath beene Two such great Kings in thee together seene O could Canutus that victorious Dane That whilome did thy great State Signiorize Whose sword through men to thy Crowne made a lane Now see his Ofspring in thy Paradise Ador'd of all thine holy or prophane He would bee readie to forsake the skyes And come with heauenly glorie to augment Great Britaines glorie worlds great wonderment Yee noble Blouds to Honours Taske assign'd Let now your mounting Spirits make you mount Such Pegasses as may out-fly the winde And shiuer Staues at Tilt beyond your wont That Times to come in Poets Staues may finde Yee did great Arthurs Minions farre surmount Proclame a Chalenge through the world to make Your valours knowne for Kingly honors sake Yee read of many Chalenges proclaim'd By Keysors past that present Time admires And how the Victors haue their Daughters claim'd As the proposed Prizes by their Sires Out-run those Runners sith their fame is maim'd That runne but through effeminate desires Runne yee for glorie and your Soueraignes grace So shall your fames runne farre beyond your Race If Pompe to Prowesse ere were kindly knit Now to your Prowesse add ye pompe sans pride And to your pompe the richest show of wit For oft such showes do showes more simple hide And to the Showers glorie gaine by it That els perhaps in gold might not be eyde As Heauen hath Starres her face to beautifie So be you Starres to make Earths Heauenly And like the Starres opposed and dispos'd Produce ye wonders mankinde to amaze Let Denmarke see great Brittaine with her clos'd Makes the World stand in wonderment at gaze Sith of their Mould it sees halfe-Gods compos'd That doe the memorie of others raze The manner of your motions fetch from thence From whence the Starres deriue their influence So shall they be all glorious like the Sunne That runnes oblikelie to the Heauens Race So though your deeds for Pompe and praise be donne It is dispenc't with by the Heauenly grace Sith Princes they alow a Race to runne As may with pompe deuide them from the Base The Time and Place and Persons may be such That Pompe may show her All yet not too much For Charge is measur'd by Hability Not by the Cost what ere the Charges are Showes most maiestick fit most Maiestie Which is in Earth where Kings as one appeare Vniting so their Raies of Roialty Which needs must make it great as it is rare Then spare no Cost sith Gold
returne for in thee is my rest Yet rest I in thee restlesse Idly too Which being crosse crosse Fortune makes me do Bring out thy Tables to thy open Streetes Be open handed as th' art hearted now In priuate eate no more thy daintie meates But with thy Company thy Cates allow In Common to the Danes with kinde intreats To make their hearts in kindnesse ouerflow That by that inundation both may be Floted to Heau'ns of earths felicitie Bountie brings Honour Honour blisse doth bring To those whome Honours holy hand doth blesse Then as thou would'st haue blisse let euery thing Thou dost of Bountie taste yea touch Excesse There hold thy hand sith more grieues God and King Who Bountie loues yet hateth Riotousnesse But yet when Bounti 's great by great Good-will She is deliuerd of Aboundance still Then let thy Conduits runne with rarest wines That all may freely drinke all health to thee And to those Kings their Heires and their Assignes By whom thou art or maist the better bee Yet O beware of Drunkards fowle designes Take healthes while thou from surfet maist be free For 't is no glorie but a foule reproach To take like Tuns the wine that Shame doth broch And let thy Muses so in Pageants speake That they may make the clamorous Crowde attend Although their voice through wants become so weake That they may seeme to speake to little end Sith the rude Multitude will silence breake Though speake there may an Angell or a Feind Yet what they speake in Print in Print may be Conuai'd aloft downe to Posteritie Thy Senators in wel-beseene aray With all the pompe that pow'r may well effect Make them for these great Monarches to make way Through thy choyce Streetes with gaudy glory deckt And let thy Denizens their parts so play That forraine lookers on may it affect In Summe let some and all of thee and them Resemble all in new Ierusalem O! that my Muse were wing'd with Angels Plumes That she might mount aboue the Roofe of Heauen To viewe that glorie which no time consumes It to relate in sacred numbers euen For thine example that as now assumes But glories shape by Arte and Nature geu'n I blessed were and thou wert blest in mee By whom thou shouldst beheauen all that see But ah alas my short-wing'd Muse doth hant None but the obscure corners of the Earth Where she with naught but care is conuersant Which makes her curse her case and ban her birth Where she except she would turne ignorant Must liue till die she must in mournfull-mirth Which is the cherishing the World doth giue To those that muse to die not muse to liue Our Braines wherein our Soules do exercize Their chiefest Functions wonders to effect If while they worke the thoughts of wants arise The worke stands still sith our Soules more respect The Bodies wants still crying for Supplies Then they doe Wits superfluous pompe affect Or if they worke and those wants cry out still The worke is wondrous but it 's wondrous ill For when the Braines with crosse-Cares are distracted They being the Instruments Wit workes withall What Thoughts by them can possibly be acted But such as in Commotion rise to fall For then the thoughts are so in Sydes compacted That they do runne aside in generall Then crosse World wonder not though Wit in want Be in his largenesse like thy Largesse scant This double-deskant single skill bewraies It s harsh and most discordant to the Ground And Poesie on this Point too often plaies Aswell in This as other Worlds around For Poets of all Times their Times dispraise But through the Times Sides so themselues they wound And wounded so sith so the Times they harme The Times forsake them or them quite disarme Well be it so though Well it cannot be That is so ill with those that meane but well A weake Pen holds the heauiest part of me Which is my heart from death and doth expell The cares that kill it by sweet Poesie Whereby in griefe it seemes in heau'n to dwell Then though it be a Portion for the poore Let me be ritch in that I seeke no more And all my store though ritch beyond compare I would powre out to bid you BIENVENV Most welcome Danes naie I would nothing spare To entertaine my selfe but all for you Should out as one that had no other care But with full measure to giue you your due And if I did Hyperboles affect Art should discharge theyr MVCH on loues effect Sith many welcomes may Suspect incurre For fewest words the faithful'st friends do vse On welcomes Declaration to demurre More than I haue I might my Wit abuse Which held it meete my lynes should reach thus farre To raise the Sprits of some more happie Muse That may as Mistresse of Loues Complements Giue you your welcome to your hearts contents Burnt Child doth feare aswell the Sparkes as Flame Your welcomes to our Wassels and our Bordes Were heretofore as knowes the world to blame But then perhaps yee were our heauie Lords And we no Scruple made of our defame To ease ourselues by double Deeds and Words But now ye come our Hearts to yours to binde Your welcomes are as true as you are kinde True for your kindnesse now doth grace vs much True for we Brethren are by our Queene Mother True sith in Loue and likenesse we are such True for the ones case now becomes the other True for you make our hollow friends to grutch Though they dissemblingly the same do smother And in a word true for you graund our blisse Then thinke your welcome kinde as sure it is While Seas on either side this Land shall bound Your comming thus and welcome shall appeare In faire eternall Lines which shall be found In our best Histories and Poems cleere The fame wherof through all worlds so shall sound That it shall ring in Times eternall eare Didoes deer welcoms to the Troian Knight Shall through this welcoms lustre lose their light For what made that in glory shine so long But Poets Pens pluckt from Archangels wings And some we haue can sing as sweet a Song As any Tuskane though with him he brings The Queen of Art to right him being wrong For some can say their Muse was made for Kings But be it made for Kings or Gods or men Soule-pleasing Helicon flowes from their Pen. And let none Tax them for this selfe conceite Sith such conceite to euery Maker is Their Shade which on their Substance still doth waite Most Makers marre yet make they none amisse Because their words haue measure though not waight Which makes them meet how euer meane by this Though some will say ther 's more hope of a foole Then of the self-conceited in each Schoole But what is this to that we haue in hand How do these Strains concerne our welcome Ghests No whit but hereby they may vnderstand That we haue Reeds and Pipes and Harpes and Wrests To make them merrie and their Eares command As wel as those to whose Notes listen beasts By which we can so note their being here That in Fames Book it euer shall appeare In golden Capitalls all Times shall spell As they passe by in thought out-flying flight How we desire those swift wingd Times to tell The Danes and ours made one vnited Might Vnited by a Match that made vs dwell In safetie from the rage of worlds despight And how they came to vs the same to show That all the world might know it to be so Then drop downe cleer gold from your Pens apace Ye braine-bred Goddesses most sacred Scribes I often ye inuoke to show your grace To glorifie our Soueraignes and their Tribes That now so heau'nlie make our earthly case As scarse the perfectst Pen aright discribes No moderne Muse had ere such cause to mount Or line her head at Aganippaes Fount On what poore Grounds did richest wits of yore Bestow such descant as men yet admire Naso lou'd Nuts and praised them therefore With Lines wherein they burne in quenchlesse fire Virgills proude Numbers did a Gnat adore Homers the fight of Frogges made to aspire These were the Gods of Poesie and yet They on these Plainesongs did rich descant set Then how may moderne Homers and the rest Vpon this Ground that of it selfe doth rise To roiall meetings of Kings highlie blest Make all their Straines rebound against the skies Sending their Ecchoes so from East to West With such an Accent shrill as neuer dies The skil's but base to Cynthia to aspire If he that mounts be in the Spheare of fire Then ô how my dull Muse doth like a Swanne Which blushes at hir feet though white she be Blush sith her feet are Ethiopian Fowle in the eies of twice faire Maiestie For whose sake I this Balladrie began Prouokt by ioy to see what now I see But eache Epistle in each Pamphlets front Can tell that Kings t' accept meane Guifts were wont Yet least J should offend as well I may I write the lesse the lesse so to offend For Breuitie doth Iudgement oft betraie That weens that well done ' roundly brought to end Then heere my creeking Pen I le force to staie Though nere so forward till the same I mend Which when I do perhaps hereon I le write That saddest Kings shall reade it with delight FINIS * Comines