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Englands Cæsar His Maiesties most royall coronation. Together with the manner of the solemne shewes prepared for the honour of his entry into the cittie of London. Eliza. her coronation in heauen. And Londons sorrow for her visitation. By Henry Petowe.
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Petowe, Henry.
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STC 19806; ESTC S119196
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ENGLANDS CAESAR His Maiesties most Royall Coronation Together with the manner of the solemne shewes prepared for the honour of his entry into the Cittie of London Eliza. her Coronation in Heauen And Londons sorrow for her visitation By Henry Petowe LONDON Printed by Iohn Windet for Mathew Law and are to be sold at his Shop at the signe of the Fox in Paules Church-yarde 1603. TO THE CVRTEOVS and wise yong Gentlemen vnited in Loue Master N. H. Master Ro. W. Master I. H. Master L. K. Master H. A. and Master Tho. S. Henry Petowe wisheth increase of vertue and prosperous successe in all their affaires I Haue aduentured curteous vertuous and wise with the strong wrastlers of Olympia though not to winne yet to worke for the Garland I meane the Laurell wreath of your gentle fauours The iudgement of my labours relyeth on your seuerall censures whereof if your opinions rellish but one small taste of content I presume vpon a generall liking of others such is the sufficiencie I conceaue of your discrete iudgements Therefore touch and taste taste and disgest but with such contentment that you may applaud the fruitfull operation How it will prooue I know not but I hope pleasant in disgesture For howeuer the fruits of my toyle now rellish after the long gathering I dare protest the tree from whence they were pluckt came of a Royall stocke make therefore your seuerall choyces of the best and if you finde some more greene then others impute it to their want of growth in that they are but yong and not come to their true perfection or rather blame my rashnes that make sale of them for mellow fruite when indeede they are not ripe But in hope they will all proue delicious according to your expectations I present them in all loue to your kinde acceptances promising as much in affection as any other can performe in perfection Therefore looke and like of such as you finde and I promise you vnder your fauourable incouragements to imploy all my best designes and studies to your seuerall good likings Yours in all that he may H. P. Ad Lectorem GO princely writ apparelled in loue The poyson of all sorrowes to remooue Inrich thy selfe and me by thy selfe riches And striue to mount beyond our Poets pitches And thou kind Reader reading this my writ Applaud the inuention of an infant wit Though yoong it be it hath as good a hart To merite well as those of high desart Then blame it not although for Fame it striue For after death Fame still remaines aliue Thine in all loue H. P. The Induction Now turne I wandring all my hope againe And loose them from the prison of dispaire Ceasing my teares that did bedew the plaine And clearing sighes which did eclipse the ayre My mourning weeds are off and sigh I may not Ioy stops my teares and Ioying weepe I cannot Nor tonge nor penne nor witte can truly sing His wondrous worth and matchlesse dignitie I meane the glory of the English King Which wraps my Muse in all felicitie Oh were my penne so rich in Poetrie As to pourtray his royall Maiestie But since she is not as I would she were And since I cannot as I wish I could No maruell though her weakenes doe forbeare To sing that Royall song which all pennes should Yet what she can she will for loue compile Not seeking glory for a stately stile Goe ioyfull truce-men in your virgin weedes Vnder a Royall Patron I haue past you Soake vp the teares of euery hart that bleeds And on the wings of Fame hence quickly hast you And from the siluer mayne of Calmy Thames Sound forth the worth of our Heroicke Iames. Into the eares of drooping London thunder The King of peace and plentie sallies by Bid her reioyce in him our English wonder Who mournes to see her in extremitie He mournes for her euen at his Coronation T' will greiue her soule to taste his Royall passion Yet London thou art happie by his teares That weepes for thee whom all the world else feares HIS MAIESTIES MOST Royall Coronation WIthin the Table of AEternitie In leaues outwaring Brasse shall Fame write downe With Quilles of Steele the lasting memory Of Englands Caesar and great Caesars Crowne Giue place yee silent shadowes of blacke night And let the brightest Lamp of Heauen shine Vanish thou Time of Dreames for to delight This Ieme must be suruei'd with Angels eyne Angels as bright as is the brow of Heauen When nere a Clowd hangs lowring in the Sky When foggy mists are from the Sphere bereuen And Angels bewtie Mates with Heauens eye Such Sunne-bright Angels with a smiling face Must Englands Caesars Coronation grace Mount high my Soule the Harbinger of light Plaies Iocand Musicke to the welcome day Aurora blushes and the sable night Vnto the ruddy morning giues faire way From forth th'esterne clyme behold the Sunne Shines on the Turrets of great Caesars Towre And summons him to ware what he hath won By true succession what brow dares to lowre Or contradict the will of mightie Ioue He 'le haue it so for Englands future blisse Our King is his anoynted derest loue And what we haue we farme it but as his Then like true leigmen let our voyces sing Glory to God that he may blesse our King This is the day yea this the happie day Makes Heauen smile and Tellus weepe for ioy Euen from her dry parch't womb a liquid sea Of Christall water issuing o're the bay Of the o'r ioyed earth of my iocand Soule Can'st thou forbeare excesse surfet and die My thoughts of ioy are farre beyond controule My Spirit in a blisfull extasie See see the azure firmament is clere Through which we may discerne as in a glasse Faire troups of Angels that doe guild the Spheres Gaze setled eyes the like sight neuer was Reioyce faire England for thy Soueraigne pray Angels themselues grace this triumphant day But stay my Pen my Muse doth gin to slumber And slumbring dreames a dreame of sacred blisse Oh happie vision wake and tell this wonder Awake my Soule my Pen write what it is Me thought faire Tryton with his siluer Trump As if he progra'st to the Parliament Of all the Gods sounds not a solemne dumpe But with a florish wraps heauen in content Next him the winged Mercury doth pace Clad in rich robes by Vesta's virgins wrought Who on his shoulder beares a Golden mace Enchast with glorious Pearle oh heauenly thought What then succeedes this obiect after seene Delia triumphant which was late our Queene On whose right hand attended Ganymed Darling to Heauen and the pride of Ioue By t'other hand was she by Cupid led Venus faire issue and the God of Loue. Thus paced triumphant Delia to her throne The chast Dyana bearing vp her traine Then followed the Sences one by one Touching their siluer strings with sweetest streyne Next them drad Ioue with Iuno in his hand Apollo next with Pallas arme
in arme Then Berecynthia with a siluer wand Mars Neptune Vulcan all the Elizian swarme Of Nectar sucking Gods and Goddesses Measuring the siluer pau'ment of the Skies Oh happie sight But what ensued then Delia's Instalment in the throne of Blisse Stay busie thoughts Oh stay my forward Pen. At which rare triumph th' infernall Soules of Dis Made stay of torment and did feele no paine Tantalus that time did tast the pleasant fruite Which neuer till that houre he could attaine The busie murmur of the Dam'de was mute Ixions wheele that ceaselesse euertournd Stay'd then in spight of Fate Oh time of wonder The Sulphure flames of hell which euer burnd Were then extinc't what then could Hell keepe vnder Vnder subiection Pluto had no Soule So much the powers of Heauen did hell controule Pore Sysiphus whose toyle was endlesse paine When he perceau'd his tumbling stone lye still And when those triumphes ceast to role againe From toppe to bottome of that tedious hill Then Lamentation drencht in teares of woo Yell's forth a horrid cry why chaungeth Time Why doe the powers of Heauen deride vs so Why mount our ioyes and at the high'st decline Oh welcome mynet of most sweete delight Why left it vs so soone come once againe Shake hands with vs once more in hels dispight That we may tast of ioy in midst of paine No no vnhappie Soules it cannot be Yee now are euer sway'd by Destinie Delia's in Heauen there let Eliza stay Crownd with the wreath of euerlasting blisse Discend my Muse tread thou an other way See that thy daring quill stray not amisse Let thy sweete tunes harp on diuinest song Base not at all but on a treble String Warble a high streynd Himne with siluer tong To lawd the Coronation of a King A King whose vertues make the Muses labor Striuing which most and best may sing his praise Begging no pencion but the worlds kind fauor For singing Iames in their celestiall layes Iames Englands King defendor of the faith Long may he be so so his England prai'th Gaze London gaze that surfet'st with a longing To see thy Soueraignes Coronation day Thy people iocond in a dang'rous thronging Lift vp their voyces on their hart-strings play Crying Haile Câ—sar with a shrill toung'd streyne Caesar the princely Author of their peace Whose very name pierc't through the liuer veyne Of hot Rebellion weak'ned her increase Of long wish't streames of bloud the name of King Made forward Insurrection start and die Oh wholesome North from forth whose wombe did spring The blessed Sunne of our felicitie Sh ne Sunne on vs but when our soules mount hie Let thy bright beames guild our posteritie He comes he comes see London where he comes That claspeth peace and plenty in his armes Embrace him kindly Times glasse how quicke it runes Be thou as quicke and with some heau'nly Charmes Mixt with the milke of prayer Iuyce of zeale Lie groueling in the dust in the mid-way And let not passe the solace of thy weale Before he heare thy harmeles Orphans pray Pray London pray with hands heau'd to the skies And let each able Infant smyling sing Hymnes from their harts for such to heauen flies In honour of King IAMES our lawfull King Holde fast his fore-locke and make stay of Time Till he doth heare our harts how true they chime Heauen stand at gaze yee blessed Angels see Looke through the Windowes of the firmament Vpon the Phoenix of all Soueraignty Bid heauens ELIZA from that continent Where she sits crownd in blisse bid her looke downe On princely IAMES her deere succeeding brother To see him goe tryumphant to his Crowne Belou'd of those that whilome call'd her mother Bid her but looke if that her princely will Be not perform'd euen to our vtmost duty In all obedience our true harts fulfill Her dread command late Earths now Heauens beauty She will'd vs loue him and in loue perseuer And we do vow to loue King IAMES for euer So long as life in him or breath in vs So long we vow in sight of God and Heauen Oh might our prayers be propitious That our dread King may neuer hence be'reauen Then should Belphoebe know her subiects loue What care they haue in trayning vp their yong That to her great Successor they may prooue Loyall in duety that from virtue sprong When she shall see from her coelestiall Sphere And he on earth perceiue his subiects zeale How in their harts they do affect him deare And he in peace maintaine the common weale Both Heauen and Earth will then reioyce and sing A happie people and a blessed King O'pe wide yee Oryent gates of Caesars tower Caesar him selfe with a most royall trayne Must grace your golden leaues this is the hower Fly open then for Caesars entertayne Vsher his way my Muse say that he comes At whose vprise Phoebus doeth stand at gaze Thinking the Heauens had ordeyn'd two Sunnes One for the earth which made Heauens Sunne amaze Such is the glory of his reflecting gleames Compos'd of sacred mettall made by Ioue That night turnes day when as he darts his beames Frownes into smyles such is his princely loue Then London smyle let no brow dare to frowne When Royall Iames rides to his regall Crowne Thus should the flynty pauements of the streete Be clad in greene th' apparrell of the spring As if their Ioy were young and therefore sweet And being sweet a present for a King The houses Mantled all in Tapestry The hygh Piramides of the churches thunder Eyes neuer saw such glorious royeltie The pride of London and the English wonder The Synowes of the Cittye Troynouant Clad in their richest robes in comely sort Whose faire demeanour drawes like Adaman Spectators hearts bearing so rich a port Thus should they sit rayld in on either side Of euery streete twixt whome our King shold ryde Suppose this done what glory hath been seene Within the compasse of the earth like this At Coronation of a King or Queene No Maruell he 's elected King of blisse Roome greedy multitude let th' ayre of heauen Breath euerlasting life into his soule To make him all immortall Ioue make euen The yeares of IAMES with Nestors and controule The vile pretences and Inuentions Of Trayterous thoughts if any slaue there be Repining at his state and by Inuentions Of priuie Treason seek our miserie Thou most of might if any such there be Confound him in his thought of Treachery He shines like Phoebus in the welkins brest So may he shine for euer on this I le Darting his crimson rayes from his bright crest And from his gladsome face a gracious smile And see that Sunne whose bewtie's of such power As dazâ—eth all spectators eyes oh wonder The eye of day lookes pale at this blest hower As if his glory had brought Phoebus vnder Oh blessed Sunne keepe thy dyurnall course May neuer be extinct thy radiant light But as thy glory glisters on the sourse Of siluer