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A53759
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Eikōn vasilikē, or, An image royal, &c. March 25.
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Oxinden, Henry, 1609-1670.
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Wing O840A; ESTC R6350
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oh how pow'rful 't is when it hath force To quicken stones and stop the Oceans course And why not so if that the Powers divine Unto it hearken and her will incline And oh her breath more sweet then any Rose 'T is a holy flame sanctifies where it goes Her Nose her Chin and her well-hearing Ears Such whiteness as her lovely forehead wears Her Hands so pure so innocent nay such They are that Angels may bow down to touch And why not so if Heav'n it self doth stoop To them and joy to see them lifted up But what is he that is not more then man Can her sublime perfections truly scan Much less set forth sith certainly there 's none Who breaths the air can fully set out one Who may then venture all of them to speak Unless he hazard all his brains to break I must confess the task 's to high for me Be it the subject of Divinity O happy Basil who may'st sweetly know Not onely what 's above but what 's below And sure the hidden equalize the known Thou may'st enjoy her all she is thine own She is thine own yea perfectly she 's thine And ne'r to alteration will incline But certainly whilst that ye both live still Will be the subject of her Basils will She is thine own and with her is the sum Of all the pleasures of Elyzium Enjoy them in a rapture whilst thou make Lucina smile and Madam Tellus shake Now all ye Gods go tune the Spheres and send Down Ganymede from Heav'n t' attend This happy couple duly waiting on The joyful triumphs of their Union And thou Euterpe get thee gone to Hell And fetch him thence who once by Muses spell Reduc'd a Soul maugre the power of those Fell destinies which durst him to oppose Touch thou his Harp with the rare Phenix Quill And bid him shew the utmost of his skill Making such musick that Beast Trees and Stone May dance at their joys celebration And thou great Queen of Jove who do'st assist Nuptials by making happy those thou list So showre thy blessings on these that they may Be but as one continued Nuptial day May the stout Bridegroom oft like Hercules Enter the Orchard of the Hesperides But here I rest whilst others sport for my Head 's giddy and my Pen may go awry LIB III. NEw-Light gives new directions now my Verse With Basils bliss my wishes shall rehearse Proceed then Reader for my Lines shall run Far higher now then they as yet have done But do not thou with unbelief them stain Sith they more truth then Sybils leaves contain O blessed Basil thou enjoyest one Wh'exceeds the height of admiration Who had she liv'd when first the World began Some God 't is thought would not have suff'red man To have enjoyed to himself alone But forcibly have took her for his own Hasting with speed down from th' Imperial sky To have possest so rare a Diety Sure had she liv'd before the Wars of Troy Hellen whose Beauty caus'd so great annoy Unto that Cities everlasting doom For hence against it Greece in arms did come I say if Dorothy had lived then We ne'r had heard of highly fam'd Hellen For then the great Bard had left out her praise And Dorothy had been in all his lays The name of Dorothy had in each line Been written so they all had keen divine And now Hellen I cannoâ— well rehearse Nor wil't like Dorothy run in my verse Fair Dorothy the gift of the most High To Princely Basil him t' accompany A gift divine such as I must confess Without a Dorothy none can express For who O Lord without a gift from Thee Can well express thine own of Dorothy Informing whom thy hand so famous deem'd Almost it self to have excelled seem'd And therefore now no other help but thine I shall request thy great gift to define And scorn assistance from the Muses Hill Where thou O God shalt please to guid my quill And from it Dorothean Nectar make To flow which do O do for thine own sake That Dorothy I here may so make known As she 's thine Image even thy very own The best of Women that the World ere knew Was but a Type of Dorothy to ensue Which now in Dorothy her Basils dear He findes fulfil'd and others judge that see her Divinities the object of her will She loves what 's good and hateth what is ill Her thoughts are noble and her words divine Her Graces more delicious then Wine Every one of them being apter far To ravish then entice so rare they are Angelicals her gesture and her gate Most lovely sweet humbly conjoyn'd with state Pure Vertue is her Hand-maid and her dress The richest Jewels of all godliness Rich Jewels which are of so high a prize As that their worth all India defies And such as if in ballances 't were laid With the whole Earth by it 't would be out weigh'd Faith Hope and Charity adorn her brest So as by them may judged be the rest Heaven be thou the Paper whereupon They fairly may described be each one Ye Angels set them down immortal Fame Do thou lend Ink to Register the same Great God! this great gift at the instant when Thou gavest like thy self thou gavest then None but a God could such a gift have given And from whence could it come if not from Heaven Who can of Dorothy make any sence Unless he do derive her name from thence And since she is descended from above She 's surely worthy of a Prince's love Is she not Basil thou whose name doth spell No small one if it be observed well Basil and Dorothy both names so high As in them all may read Divinity What is a King and gift from God conjoyn'd But Basilean Dorothy intwin'd Basil and Dorothy make up the sum Of the High and Mighty looked for to come The great conjunction of a King and Queen Are very plainly in them to be seen O who is he whom the great God of Heaven Hath not of wit and sences quite bereaven Can possibly so stupisied be As not in these transcendency to see Transcendency of such an altitude As doth in it contain Beatitude O blessed Couple whose conjunction may Increase the world with more such as are they And multiply their Sacred Names so much As that the Nations may be fill'd with such Such Basils and such Dorothies as they 're In deed as well as Name Divine and Fair. O ye propitious Planets kindly be Assistants at their bless'd Nativity Sol Jove and Mercury your selves then place So as ye may make fortunate their race Yea all the Stars of Heav'n joyntly shine So as their Seed may wholly be divine And all ye Powers above at once conspire To th' utmost to fulfil what they desire O let their Names beyond the Indies flie Highly renown'd unto Eternity And O let all true happiness extend To them and on them evermore attend Let all things lawful be at their command And let their day exceed the Oceans sand And when their Souls their Bodies shall forsake Unto thy self them O Almighty take And at the great and general day of Doom When thy dear Son shall unto Judgment come Do thou O do their Souls and Bodies crown With Everlasting Honor and Renown So that they e'r may in thy Kingdom sing Glory and Praise to thee their Lord and King Reader farewel farewel all Poetry Farewel sweet Basil and fair Dorothy And O thrice welcome dear Eternity FINIS