B. Ion: his part of King Iames his royall and magnificent entertainement through his honorable cittie of London, Thurseday the 15. of March. 1603 so much as was presented in the first and last of their triumphall arch's. With his speach made to the last presentation, in the Strand, erected by the inhabitants of the Dutchy, and Westminster. Also, a briefe panegyre of his Maiesties first and well auspicated entrance to his high Court of Parliament, on Monday, the 19. of the same moneth. With other additions.
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             B. Ion: his part of King Iames his royall and magnificent entertainement through his honorable cittie of London, Thurseday the 15. of March. 1603 so much as was presented in the first and last of their triumphall arch's. With his speach made to the last presentation, in the Strand, erected by the inhabitants of the Dutchy, and Westminster. Also, a briefe panegyre of his Maiesties first and well auspicated entrance to his high Court of Parliament, on Monday, the 19. of the same moneth. With other additions.
             Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
          
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           James -- I, -- King of England, 1566-1625.
        
      
    
     
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             B.
             ION
          
           :
           HIS
           PART
           OF
           
             King
             Iames
          
           his
           Royall
           and
           Magnificent
           
             Entertainement
             through
             his
          
           Honorable
           Cittie
           of
           London
           ,
           Thurseday
           the
           15.
           of
           March.
           1603.
           
        
         
           So
           much
           as
           was
           presented
           in
           the
           first
           and
           last
           of
           their
           Triumphall
           Arch's
           .
        
         
           With
           his
           speach
           made
           to
           the
           last
           Presentation
           ,
           in
           the
           
             Strand
             ,
             erected
             by
             the
             inhabitants
             of
             the
             Dutchy
             ,
          
           and
           Westminster
           .
        
         
           Also
           ,
           a
           briefe
           Panegyre
           of
           his
           Maiesties
           first
           and
           well
           
             auspicated
             entrance
             to
             his
             high
             Court
             of
             Parliament
             ,
          
           on
           Monday
           ,
           the
           19.
           of
           the
           same
           Moneth
           .
        
         
           With
           other
           Additions
           .
        
         
           
             Mart.
             
          
           Quando
           magis
           dignos
           licuit
           spectare
           triumphos
           .
        
         
           Printed
           at
           London
           by
           V.
           S.
           for
           Edward
           Blount
           ,
           1604.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             
             
             
               ❧
               The
               Pegme
               at
               Fen-church
            
             
               PResented
               it selfe
               in
               a
               square
               and
               flat
               vpright
               ,
               like
               to
               the
               side
               of
               a
               Citty
               :
               the
               top
               therof
               ,
               aboue
               the
               Vent
               ,
               and
               Crest
               ,
               adorn'd
               with
               houses
               ,
               towres
               ,
               and
               steeples
               ,
               set
               off
               in
               prospectiue
               .
               Vpon
               the
               Battlements
               in
               a
               great
               capitall
               Letters
               was
               inscribed
               ,
               
                 LONDINIVM
                 :
              
               According
               to
               
                 Tacitus
                 :
                 At
                 Suetonius
                 mir●
                 constantia
                 ,
                 medios
                 inter
                 hosteis
                 Londinium
                 perrexit
                 ,
              
               
               cognomento
               quiàem
               Coloniae
               non
               insigne
               ,
               sed
               copia
               Negotiatorum
               ,
               &
               commeatu
               maxime
               celebre
               .
               Beneath
               that
               ,
               in
               a
               lesse
               and
               different
               Character
               ,
               was
               written
               
                 CAMERA
                 REGIA
              
               Which
               Title
               immediately
               after
               the
               Norman
               Conquest
               it
               beganne
               to
               haue
               ;
               
               and
               by
               the
               indulgence
               of
               succeeding
               Princes
               ,
               hath
               beene
               hitherto
               continued
               .
               In
               the
               Freeze
               ouer
               the
               gate
               ,
               it
               seemeth
               to
               speake
               this
               verse
               :
               
                 
                   PAR
                   DOMVS
                   HAEC
                   COELO
                   ,
                
                 
                   SED
                   MINOR
                   EST
                   DOMINO
                   .
                
              
               Taken
               out
               of
               Martiall
               ,
               
               and
               implying
               ,
               that
               though
               this
               Cittie
               (
               for
               the
               state
               ,
               and
               magnificence
               )
               might
               (
               by
               Hyporbole
               )
               be
               saide
               to
               touch
               the
               starres
               ,
               and
               reach
               vp
               to
               heauen
               ,
               yet
               was
               it
               farre
               Inferior
               to
               the
               Maister
               thereof
               ,
               who
               was
               his
               Maiestie
               ;
               and
               in
               that
               respect
               vnworthy
               to
               receiue
               him
               .
               The
               highest
               person
               aduaunc'd
               therein
               ,
               was
               
                 MONARCHIA
                 BRITANNICA
              
               
               and
               fittely
               :
               applying
               to
               the
               aboue
               mentioned
               Title
               of
               the
               Citty
               ,
               
                 the
                 Kings
                 Chamber
              
               ,
               and
               therefore
               heere
               placed
               as
               in
               the
               proper
               seate
               of
               the
               Empire
               :
               for
               ,
               
               so
               the
               glorie
               and
               light
               of
               our
               Kingdome
               M.
               Camden
               ,
               speaking
               of
               London
               ,
               saieth
               ,
               shee
               is
               ,
               
                 totius
                 Britanniae
                 Epitome
                 ,
                 Britannicíque
                 imperii
                 sedes
                 ,
                 Regúmque
                 Angliae
                 Camera
                 ,
                 tantum
                 inter
                 ●mneis
                 eminet
                 ,
                 quantum
                 (
                 vt
                 ait
                 ille
                 )
                 inter
                 viburna
                 Cupressus
                 .
              
               Shee
               was
               a
               woman
               richly
               attir'd
               in
               cloth
               of
               golde
               and
               tissue
               ;
               a
               rich
               mantle
               ;
               ouer
               her
               state
               twoo
               Crownes
               hanging
               ,
               with
               pensile
               shieldes
               thorow
               them
               ;
               the
               one
               lim'd
               with
               the
               particular
               Coate
               of
               England
               ,
               the
               other
               of
               Scotland
               :
               on
               either
               side
               also
               a
               Crowne
               ,
               with
               the
               like
               Scutchions
               ,
               and
               peculiar
               Coats
               of
               France
               ,
               &
               Ireland
               .
               In
               her
               hand
               she
               holdes
               a
               Scepter
               ;
               on
               her
               head
               a
               fillet
               of
               gold
               ,
               inter-wouen
               with
               Palme
               &
               Lawrel
               ;
               her
               haire
               bound
               into
               foure
               seuerall
               points
               ,
               descending
               from
               her
               Crownes
               ;
               &
               and
               in
               her
               lappe
               a
               little
               Globe
               ,
               inscrib'd
               vpon
               
                 
                   ORBIS
                   BRITANNICVS
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   beneath
                   ,
                   the
                   word
                
                 
                   DIVISVS
                   AB
                   ORBE
                   .
                
              
               To
               shew
               ,
               that
               this
               Empire
               is
               a
               world
               diuided
               from
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               alluding
               to
               that
               of*
               Clau.
               
               
               
                 
                   —
                   Et
                   nostro
                   diducta
                   Britannia
                   mundo
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Virg.
                
                 
                   —
                   Et
                   penitus
                   toto
                   diuisos
                   orbe
                   Britannos
                   .
                   
                
              
               The
               wreathe
               denotes
               Victory
               and
               Happines
               .
               The
               Scepter
               &
               Crowns
               soueraignty
               .
               The
               Shieldes
               the
               precedency
               of
               the
               Countries
               and
               their
               distinctions
               .
               At
               her
               feete
               was
               set
               
                 THEOSOPHIA
                 ,
              
               
               or
               
                 Diuine
                 wisdome
              
               ,
               al
               in
               white
               ,
               a
               blew
               mantle
               seeded
               with
               Stars
               ,
               a
               crowne
               of
               Stars
               on
               hir
               head
               .
               Hir
               garments
               figur'd
               Truth
               ,
               Innocence
               and
               Cleerenesse
               .
               She
               was
               alwayes
               looking
               vp
               ;
               in
               her
               one
               hand
               shee
               sustained
               a
               Doue
               ,
               in
               the
               other
               a
               Serpent
               :
               
               the
               last
               to
               shew
               her
               Subtilty
               ,
               the
               first
               her
               Simplicity
               ;
               alluding
               to
               that
               text
               of
               Scripture
               ,
               
               
                 Estote
                 ergo
                 prudentes
                 sicut
                 serpentes
                 ,
                 &
                 simplices
                 sicut
                 columbae
                 .
              
               Her
               word
               ,
               
                 PER
                 ME
                 REGES
                 REGNANT
                 .
              
            
             
               Intimating
               ,
               how
               by
               her
               ,
               all
               Kings
               do
               gouerne
               ,
               and
               that
               she
               is
               the
               foundation
               and
               strength
               of
               kingdomes
               ,
               to
               which
               end
               ,
               she
               was
               here
               placed
               ,
               vpon
               a
               Cube
               ,
               at
               the
               foote
               of
               the
               Monarchie
               ,
               as
               her
               Base
               and
               stay
               .
               
               Directly
               beneath
               her
               stoode
               
                 GENIVS
                 VRBIS
                 .
              
            
             
               A
               person
               attir'd
               rich
               ,
               reuerend
               ,
               and
               antique
               :
               his
               haire
               long
               and
               white
               ,
               crowned
               with
               a
               wreathe
               of
               Plane
               tree
               ,
               which
               is
               saide
               to
               be
               
                 Arbor
                 genialis
              
               ;
               his
               mantle
               of
               purple
               ,
               and
               buskins
               of
               that
               colour
               :
               Hee
               held
               in
               one
               hand
               a
               Goblet
               ,
               in
               the
               other
               a
               braunch
               full
               of
               little
               twigges
               ,
               to
               signifie
               Increase
               and
               Indulgence
               :
               His
               word
               
                 HIS
                 ARMIS
                 .
              
               pointing
               to
               the
               two
               that
               supported
               him
               ,
               whereof
               the
               one
               on
               the
               right
               hand
               ,
               was
               
                 BOVLEVTES
                 .
              
               Figuring
               the
               Councell
               of
               the
               Citty
               ,
               
               and
               was
               suted
               in
               blacke
               and
               purple
               ;
               a
               wreathe
               of*
               Oake
               vppon
               his
               head
               ;
               sustaining
               for
               his
               ensignes
               ,
               on
               his
               left
               arme
               a
               scarlet
               roabe
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               right
               hand
               the
               
               *
               Fasces
               ,
               as
               tokens
               of
               Magistracie
               ,
               with
               this
               inscription
               ;
               
                 SERVARE
                 CIVES
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               other
               on
               the
               left
               hand
               .
               POLEMIVS
            
             
               The
               warrelike
               force
               of
               the
               City
               ,
               in
               an
               antique
               Coate
               ,
               or
               Armour
               ,
               with
               a
               Target
               and
               Sword
               ;
               his
               helme
               on
               ,
               and
               crowned
               with
               Lawrell
               ,
               implying
               Strength
               and
               Conquest
               :
               in
               his
               hand
               he
               bore
               the
               Standard
               of
               the
               Citty
               ,
               with
               this
               word
               ,
               
                 EXTINGVERE
                 ET
                 HOSTEIS
                 .
              
            
             
               Expressing
               by
               those
               seuerall
               Motts
               ,
               connexed
               ,
               that
               with
               those
               Armes
               of
               Councell
               and
               Strength
               ,
               the
               Genius
               was
               able
               to
               extinguish
               the
               Kings
               enemies
               ,
               and
               preserue
               his
               Citizens
               ,
               alluding
               to
               those
               verses
               in
               Seneca
               ,
               
               
                 
                   Extinguere
                   hostem
                   ,
                   maxima
                   est
                   virtus
                   Ducis
                   .
                
                 
                   Servare
                   Cives
                   ,
                   maior
                   est
                   patriae
                   ,
                   patri
                   .
                
              
            
             
               Vnderneath
               these
               ,
               in
               an
               Aback
               thrust
               out
               before
               the
               rest
               lay
               
                 TAMESIS
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Riuer
               ,
               as
               running
               along
               the
               side
               of
               the
               City
               ;
               in
               a
               skinne
               made
               like
               flesh
               ,
               naked
               ,
               and
               blew
               .
               His
               mantle
               of
               sea-greene
               or
               water
               colour
               ,
               thinne
               ,
               and
               bolne
               out
               like
               a
               sayle
               ;
               Bracelets
               about
               his
               wreasts
               ,
               of
               willow
               and
               sedge
               ,
               a
               crowne
               of
               sedge
               and
               reede
               vpon
               his
               head
               ,
               mixt
               with
               water-lillies
               ;
               alluding
               to
               Virgills
               description
               of
               Tiber
               ;
               
               
                 
                   —
                   Deus
                   ipse
                   loci
                   ,
                   
                   fluvie
                   Tyberinus
                   amoeno
                   ,
                
                 
                   Populeas
                   inter
                   senior
                   se
                   att●llere
                   frondes
                
                 
                   Visus
                   .
                   cum
                   tenuis
                   glauco
                   velabat
                   amictu
                
                 
                   Carbasus
                   .
                   &
                   crineis
                   vmbrosa
                   tegebat
                   Arundo
                   .
                
              
            
             
               His
               beard
               ,
               and
               haire
               long
               ,
               and
               ouergrowne
               .
               He
               leanes
               his
               arme
               vpon
               an
               earthen
               pot
               ,
               out
               of
               which
               ,
               water
               ,
               with
               liue
               Fishes
               ,
               are
               seene
               to
               runne
               forth
               ,
               and
               play
               about
               him
               .
               His
               word
               ,
               
                 FLVMINA
                 SENSERVNT
                 IPSA
                 .
              
               A
               Hemistich
               of
               Ouids
               :
               
               The
               rest
               of
               the
               verse
               being
               ,
               
                 quid
                 esset
                 amor
                 .
              
            
             
               Affirming
               ,
               that
               Riuers
               themselues
               ,
               and
               such
               inanimate
               Creatures
               ,
               haue
               heeretofore
               beene
               made
               sensible
               of
               Passions
               ,
               and
               Affections
               ;
               and
               that
               hee
               ,
               nowe
               ,
               no
               lesse
               pertooke
               the
               ioy
               of
               his
               Maiesties
               gratefull
               approach
               to
               this
               Citty
               ,
               than
               any
               of
               those
               persons
               ,
               to
               whome
               he
               pointed
               ,
               which
               were
               the
               daughters
               of
               the
               Genius
               ,
               and
               sixe
               in
               number
               :
               who
               ,
               in
               a
               spreading
               ascent
               ,
               vpon
               seuerall
               grices
               ,
               help
               to
               beautifie
               both
               the
               sides
               .
               The
               first
               ,
               
                 EVPHROSYNE
                 ,
              
               or
               Gladnes
               :
               was
               suted
               in
               greene
               ,
               a
               mantle
               of
               diuers
               colors
               ,
               embroydred
               with
               all
               varietie
               of
               floures
               :
               on
               her
               head
               a
               Gyrland
               of
               Myrtle
               ,
               in
               her
               right
               hand
               a
               cristall
               Cruze
               filld
               with
               wine
               ,
               in
               the
               left
               a
               Cup
               of
               golde
               :
               at
               her
               feete
               a
               Tymbrell
               ,
               Harpe
               ,
               and
               other
               Instruments
               ,
               all
               ensignes
               of
               gladnesse
               ,
               
               
                 
                   Natis
                   in
                   vsum
                   laetitiae
                   scyphis
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   another
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nunc
                   est
                   bibendum
                   ,
                   
                   nunc
                   pede
                   libero
                
                 
                   Pulsanda
                   Tellus
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               Her
               word
               .
               
            
             
               HAEC
               AEVI
               MIHI
               PRIMA
               DIES
               .
            
             
             
               As
               if
               this
               were
               the
               first
               houre
               of
               her
               life
               ,
               and
               the
               minute
               wherein
               she
               beganne
               to
               be
               ;
               beholding
               so
               long
               coueted
               ,
               and
               look'd
               for
               a
               presence
               .
               The
               second
               .
               
                 SEBASIS
                 .
              
               or
               Veneratio
               ,
               was
               varied
               in
               an
               ashe
               colour'd
               sute
               ,
               and
               darke
               mantle
               ,
               a
               vayle
               ouer
               her
               head
               of
               ash-colour
               :
               her
               hands
               crost
               before
               her
               ,
               and
               her
               eyes
               halfe
               closde
               :
               Her
               word
               :
               
                 MIHI
                 SEMPER
                 DEVS
                 .
                 
              
            
             
               Implying
               both
               her
               office
               of
               reuerence
               ,
               and
               the
               dignity
               of
               her
               obiect
               ,
               who
               being
               as
               God
               on
               earth
               ,
               should
               neuer
               be
               lesse
               in
               her
               thought
               :
               The
               third
               :
               
                 PROTHYMIA
                 .
              
               or
               Promptitude
               ,
               was
               attir'd
               in
               a
               short
               tuckt
               garment
               of
               flame-colour
               ,
               wings
               at
               her
               backe
               ;
               her
               hayre
               bright
               ,
               &
               bound
               vp
               with
               ribands
               ;
               her
               breast
               open
               ,
               
               virago-like
               ;
               hir
               buskins
               so
               ribanded
               :
               She
               was
               crowned
               with
               a
               Chaplet
               of
               Trifoly
               ,
               to
               expresse
               readines
               ,
               and
               opennesse
               euery
               way
               ;
               in
               her
               right
               hand
               shee
               held
               a
               squirrell
               ,
               as
               being
               the
               creature
               most
               full
               of
               life
               and
               quicknesse
               :
               in
               the
               left
               a
               close
               round
               Censor
               ,
               with
               the
               perfume
               sodainely
               to
               be
               vented
               forth
               at
               the
               sides
               .
               Her
               word
               :
               
                 QVA
                 DATA
                 PORTA
                 .
                 
              
            
             
               Taken
               from
               an
               other
               place
               in
               Virgill
               where
               Eolus
               at
               the
               command
               of
               Iuno
               letts
               forth
               the
               winde
               ;
               
               
                 
                   —
                   ac
                   venti
                   velut
                   agmine
                   facto
                
                 
                   Qua
                   data
                   p●rta
                   ruunt
                   ,
                   &
                   terras
                   turbine
                   perflant
                   .
                
              
            
             
               And
               shew'd
               that
               shee
               was
               no
               lesse
               prepar'd
               with
               promptitude
               ,
               and
               alacrity
               ,
               then
               the
               windes
               were
               ,
               
               vpon
               the
               least
               Gate
               that
               shall
               be
               opened
               to
               his
               high
               commaund
               .
               The
               fourth
               
                 AGRYPNIA
                 .
              
               or
               Vigilance
               ,
               in
               yellow
               ,
               a
               sable
               mantle
               ,
               seeded
               with
               waking
               eies
               ,
               and
               siluer
               fringe
               :
               her
               Chaplet
               of
               Heliotropium
               ,
               or
               Turnsole
               ;
               in
               her
               one
               hand
               a
               Lampe
               ,
               or
               Cresset
               ,
               in
               her
               other
               a
               Bell.
               The
               Lampe
               signified
               search
               and
               sight
               ,
               the
               Bell
               warning
               .
               The
               Heliotropium
               care
               ;
               and
               respecting
               her
               obiect
               .
               Her
               word
               
                 SPECVLAMVR
                 IN
                 OMNEIS
                 .
              
            
             
               Alluding
               to
               that
               of
               Ouid
               ,
               where
               he
               describes
               the
               office
               of
               Argus
               ,
               
                 
                   —
                   Ipse
                   pr●cul
                   mon●is
                   sublime
                   cacumen
                
                 
                   Occupat
                   ,
                   
                   vnde
                   sedens
                   partes
                   speculatur
                   in
                   omneis
                   .
                
              
               and
               implying
               the
               like
               duety
               of
               care
               and
               vigilance
               in
               her selfe
               .
               The
               fifth
               
                 AGAPE
                 .
              
               Or
               louing
               Affection
               ,
               in
               Crimson
               fringed
               with
               golde
               ,
               a
               mantle
               of
               flame-colour
               ,
               her
               Chaplet
               of
               red
               and
               white
               roses
               ;
               in
               her
               hand
               a
               flaming
               heart
               :
               The
               flame
               expressed
               zeale
               ,
               the
               red
               and
               white
               roses
               ,
               a
               mixture
               of
               Simplicity
               with
               Loue
               :
               her
               robes
               freshnes
               and
               feruency
               .
               
               Her
               word
               ,
               
                 NON
                 SIC
                 EXCVBIAE
                 .
              
               Out
               of
               Claudian
               ,
               in
               following
               
                 
                   —
                   Nec
                   circumstantia
                   peila
                
                 
                   —
                   Quàm
                   tutatur
                   amor
                   .
                
              
               Inferring
               ,
               that
               though
               her
               Sister
               before
               had
               protested
               watchfulnes
               ,
               &
               circumspection
               ,
               yet
               no
               watch
               
               or
               guard
               could
               be
               so
               safe
               to
               the
               estate
               ,
               or
               person
               of
               a
               Prince
               ,
               as
               the
               loue
               and
               naturall
               affection
               of
               his
               Subiects
               :
               which
               she
               in
               the
               Citties
               behalfe
               promised
               .
               The
               sixt
               ,
               
                 OMOTHYMIA
                 .
              
               Or
               Vnanimity
               in
               blew
               ,
               her
               roabe
               blew
               ,
               and
               buskins
               .
               A
               Chaplet
               of
               blew
               lillies
               ,
               shewing
               one
               trueth
               and
               intirenesse
               of
               minde
               .
               In
               her
               lappe
               lies
               a
               sheafe
               of
               arrowes
               bound
               together
               ,
               and
               she
               her selfe
               sittes
               weauing
               certaine
               small
               siluer
               twists
               .
               Her
               word
               ,
               
                 
                   FIRMA
                   CONSENSVS
                   FACIT
                   .
                
                 
                   Auxilia
                   humilia
                   firma
                   ,
                   
                   &c.
                   
                
              
            
             
               Intimating
               ,
               that
               euen
               the
               smallest
               and
               weakest
               aydes
               ,
               by
               consent
               ,
               are
               made
               strong
               :
               herselfe
               personating
               the
               vnanimity
               ,
               or
               consent
               of
               Soule
               ,
               in
               all
               inhabitants
               of
               the
               Citty
               to
               his
               seruice
               .
            
             
               ¶
               These
               are
               all
               the
               personages
               ,
               or
               liue
               figures
               ,
               whereof
               onely
               two
               were
               Speakers
               (
               Genius
               and
               Tamesis
               )
               the
               rest
               were
               Mutes
               .
               Other
               dumbe
               complements
               there
               were
               ,
               as
               the
               Armes
               of
               the
               Kingdome
               on
               the
               one
               side
               ,
               with
               this
               Inscription
               .
               
                 
                   HIS
                   VIREAS
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   these
                   maist
                   thou
                   flourish
                   .
                
              
            
             
               On
               the
               other
               side
               the
               Armes
               of
               the
               City
               ,
               with
               
                 
                   HIS
                   VINCAS
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   these
                   maist
                   thou
                   conquer
                   .
                
              
            
             
               In
               the
               centre
               ,
               or
               midst
               of
               the
               Pegme
               ,
               there
               was
               an
               Aback
               ,
               or
               Square
               ,
               wherein
               this
               Elogie
               was
               written
               .
               
                 
                   Maximus
                   hic
                   Rex
                   est
                   ,
                   &
                   lucc
                   serenior
                   ipsa
                
                 
                   Principe
                   quae
                   talem
                   cernit
                   in
                   vrbe
                   Ducem
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Cuiu●
                   Fortunam
                   superat
                   sic
                   vnica
                   Virtus
                   ,
                
                 
                   Vnus
                   vt
                   is
                   reliquos
                   vincit
                   vtrâque
                   viros
                   .
                
                 
                   Praeceptis
                   alii
                   populos
                   ,
                   multâque
                   fatigant
                
                 
                   Lege
                   ;
                   sed
                   exemplo
                   nos
                   rapit
                   ille
                   suo
                   .
                
                 
                   Cuique
                   frui
                   totâ
                   fas
                   est
                   vxore
                   marito
                   ,
                
                 
                   Et
                   sua
                   fas
                   simili
                   pignora
                   nosse
                   pa●ri
                   .
                
                 
                   Ecce
                   vbi
                   pignoribus
                   circumstipata
                   coruscis
                
                 
                   It
                   comes
                   ,
                   &
                   tanto
                   vix
                   minor
                   ANNA
                   viro.
                
                 
                   Haud
                   metus
                   est
                   ,
                   Regem
                   posthac
                   ne
                   proximus
                   Hares
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neu
                   Successorem
                   non
                   amet
                   ille
                   suum
                   .
                
              
            
             
               This
               ,
               and
               the
               whole
               frame
               ,
               was
               couered
               with
               a
               curtaine
               of
               silke
               ,
               painted
               like
               a
               thicke
               cloude
               ,
               and
               at
               the
               approach
               of
               the
               K.
               was
               instantly
               to
               bee
               drawne
               .
               The
               Allegory
               being
               ,
               that
               those
               cloudes
               were
               gathered
               vpon
               the
               face
               of
               the
               Citty
               ,
               through
               their
               long
               want
               of
               his
               most
               wished
               fight
               :
               but
               now
               ,
               as
               at
               the
               rising
               of
               the
               Sunne
               ,
               all
               mistes
               were
               dispersed
               and
               fled
               .
               When
               sodainely
               vpon
               silence
               made
               to
               the
               Musikes
               ,
               a
               voyce
               was
               heard
               to
               vtter
               this
               verse
               ;
               
                 Totus
                 adest
                 oculis
                 ,
                 
                 aderat
                 qui
                 mentibus
                 olim
                 ,
              
            
             
               Signifying
               that
               hee
               now
               was
               really
               obiected
               to
               their
               eyes
               ,
               who
               before
               had
               beene
               only
               ,
               but
               still
               ,
               present
               in
               their
               mindes
               .
            
             
               ¶
               Thus
               farre
               the
               complementall
               parte
               of
               the
               first
               ;
               wherein
               was
               not
               only
               labored
               the
               expression
               of
               State
               and
               Magnificence
               (
               as
               proper
               to
               a
               triumphall
               Arch
               )
               but
               the
               very
               Site
               ,
               Fabricke
               ,
               Strength
               ,
               Policie
               ,
               Dignitie
               and
               Affections
               of
               the
               Cittie
               were
               all
               laide
               downe
               to
               life
               :
               The
               nature
               ,
               and
               propertie
               of
               these
               Deuises
               being
               ,
               to
               present
               alwaies
               
               some
               one
               entire
               body
               ,
               or
               figure
               ,
               consisting
               of
               distinct
               members
               and
               eache
               of
               those
               expressing
               it selfe
               ,
               in
               the
               owne
               actiue
               spheare
               ,
               yet
               all
               ,
               with
               that
               generall
               harmony
               so
               connexed
               ,
               and
               disposed
               ,
               as
               no
               one
               little
               parte
               can
               be
               missing
               to
               the
               illustration
               of
               the
               whole
               :
               where
               also
               is
               to
               be
               noted
               ,
               that
               the
               Symboles
               vsed
               ,
               are
               not
               ,
               neither
               ought
               to
               be
               simply
               
                 Hierogliphickes
                 ,
                 Emblemes
              
               ,
               or
               Imprese
               ,
               but
               a
               mixed
               Character
               ,
               pertaking
               somwhat
               of
               all
               ,
               and
               peculierly
               apted
               to
               these
               more
               magnificent
               Inuentions
               :
               wherein
               the
               Garments
               ,
               and
               Ensignes
               deliuer
               the
               nature
               of
               the
               person
               ,
               and
               the
               Word
               the
               present
               office
               .
               Neither
               was
               it
               becomming
               ,
               or
               could
               it
               stand
               with
               the
               dignity
               of
               these
               shewes
               (
               after
               the
               most
               miserable
               &
               desperate
               shift
               of
               the
               Puppits
               )
               to
               require
               a
               Truch-man
               ,
               or
               (
               with
               the
               ignorant
               Painter
               )
               one
               to
               write
               .
               
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 Dog
              
               ;
               or
               ,
               
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 Hare
              
               :
               but
               so
               to
               be
               presented
               ,
               as
               vpon
               the
               view
               they
               might
               without
               cloude
               ,
               or
               obscurity
               declare
               themselves
               to
               the
               sharpe
               and
               learned
               :
               And
               for
               the
               multitude
               ,
               no
               doubt
               but
               their
               grounded
               iudgements
               gazed
               ,
               said
               it
               was
               fine
               ,
               and
               were
               satisfied
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                       The
                       speeches
                       of
                       Gratulation
                       .
                    
                     
                       
                         GENIVS
                         .
                      
                       
                         TIme
                         ,
                         Fate
                         ,
                         and
                         Fortune
                         have
                         at
                         length
                         conspir'd
                         ,
                      
                       
                         To
                         giue
                         our
                         Age
                         the
                         day
                         so
                         much
                         desir'd
                         .
                      
                       
                         What
                         all
                         the
                         minutes
                         ,
                         houres
                         ,
                         weekes
                         ,
                         months
                         ,
                         and
                         yeares
                         ,
                      
                       
                         That
                         hang
                         in
                         file
                         vpon
                         these
                         siluer
                         haires
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Could
                         not
                         produce
                         ,
                         beneath
                         the
                         a
                         Brittane
                         stroke
                         ,
                      
                       
                       
                         The
                         Roman
                         ,
                         Saxon
                         ,
                         Dane
                         ,
                         and
                         Norman
                         a
                         yoke
                         ,
                      
                       
                         This
                         point
                         of
                         Time
                         hath
                         done
                         .
                         Now
                         London
                         reare
                      
                       
                         Thy
                         forehead
                         high
                         ,
                         and
                         on
                         it
                         striue
                         to
                         weare
                      
                       
                         Thy
                         choisest
                         Gems
                         ;
                         Teach
                         thy
                         steepe
                         Towres
                         to
                         rise
                      
                       
                         Higher
                         with
                         people
                         :
                         Set
                         with
                         sparkling
                         eies
                      
                       
                         Thy
                         spacious
                         windowes
                         ;
                         and
                         in
                         euery
                         streete
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Let
                         thronging
                         Ioy
                         ,
                         Loue
                         ,
                         and
                         Amazement
                         meete
                         .
                      
                       
                         Cleaue
                         all
                         the
                         ayre
                         with
                         show●es
                         ,
                         and
                         let
                         the
                         cry
                      
                       
                         Strike
                         through
                         as
                         long
                         ,
                         and
                         vniuersally
                      
                       
                         As
                         Thunder
                         ;
                         For
                         ,
                         thou
                         now
                         art
                         blist
                         to
                         see
                      
                       
                         That
                         sight
                         ,
                         for
                         which
                         thou
                         didst
                         beginne
                         to
                         bee
                         .
                      
                       
                         When
                         b
                         Brutus
                         plough
                         first
                         gaue
                         thee
                         infant
                         boūds
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         I
                         ,
                         thy
                         GENIVS
                         walk't
                         auspicious
                         rounds
                      
                       
                         In
                         euery
                         c
                         furrow
                         ;
                         Then
                         did
                         I
                         forelooke
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         saw
                         this
                         day
                         d
                         mark't
                         white
                         in
                         e
                         Clotho's
                         booke
                         .
                      
                       
                         The
                         seuerall
                         f
                         Circles
                         ,
                         both
                         of
                         change
                         and
                         sway
                         ,
                      
                       
                       
                         Within
                         this
                         Isle
                         ,
                         there
                         also
                         figur'd
                         lay
                         :
                      
                       
                         Of
                         which
                         the
                         greatest
                         ,
                         perfectest
                         ,
                         and
                         last
                      
                       
                         Was
                         this
                         ,
                         whose
                         present
                         happinesse
                         we
                         taste
                         .
                      
                       
                         Why
                         keep
                         you
                         silence
                         Daughters
                         ?
                         What
                         dull
                         peace
                      
                       
                         Is
                         this
                         inhabites
                         you
                         ?
                         Shall
                         Office
                         cease
                      
                       
                         Vpon
                         th'
                         aspect
                         of
                         him
                         ,
                         to
                         whom
                         you
                         owe
                      
                       
                         More
                         then
                         you
                         are
                         ,
                         or
                         can
                         be
                         ?
                         Shall
                         TIME
                         knowe
                      
                       
                         That
                         Article
                         ,
                         wherein
                         your
                         flame
                         stoode
                         still
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         not
                         aspir'd
                         ?
                         Now
                         heauen
                         auert
                         an
                         ill
                      
                       
                         Of
                         that
                         blacke
                         looke
                         .
                         Ere
                         pause
                         possesse
                         your
                         breasts
                      
                       
                         I
                         wish
                         you
                         more
                         of
                         plagues
                         :
                         "
                         Zeale
                         when
                         it
                         rests
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Leaues
                         to
                         be
                         Zeale
                         .
                         Vp
                         thou
                         tame
                         RIVER
                         ,
                         wake
                         ;
                      
                       
                         And
                         from
                         thy
                         liquid
                         limbes
                         this
                         slumber
                         s●ake
                         :
                      
                       
                         Thou
                         drown'st
                         thy selfe
                         in
                         inofficious
                         sleepe
                         ;
                      
                       
                         And
                         these
                         thy
                         sluggish
                         waters
                         seeme
                         to
                         creepe
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Rather
                         than
                         flow
                         .
                         Vp
                         ,
                         rise
                         ,
                         and
                         swell
                         with
                         pride
                      
                       
                         Aboue
                         thy
                         bankes
                         .
                         "
                         Now
                         is
                         not
                         euery
                         Tyde
                         .
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         TAMESIS
                         .
                      
                       
                         TO
                         what
                         vaine
                         end
                         should
                         I
                         contend
                         to
                         show
                      
                       
                         My
                         weaker
                         powres
                         ,
                         when
                         Seas
                         of
                         pompe
                         o'reflow
                      
                       
                         The
                         Citties
                         face
                         :
                         and
                         couer
                         all
                         the
                         shore
                      
                       
                         With
                         sands
                         more
                         rich
                         than
                         a
                         Tagus
                         wealthy
                         ore
                         ?
                      
                       
                         When
                         in
                         the
                         flood
                         of
                         Ioy
                         ,
                         that
                         comes
                         with
                         him
                         ,
                      
                       
                         He
                         drownes
                         the
                         world
                         ;
                         yet
                         makes
                         it
                         liue
                         and
                         swimme
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         spring
                         with
                         gladnesse
                         :
                         Not
                         my
                         fishes
                         heere
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Though
                         they
                         be
                         dumbe
                         ,
                         but
                         doe
                         expresse
                         the
                         cheere
                      
                       
                         Of
                         these
                         bright
                         streames
                         .
                         No
                         lesse
                         may
                         b
                         These
                         ,
                         and
                         I
                      
                       
                         Boast
                         our
                         delights
                         ,
                         albe't
                         we
                         silent
                         lie
                         .
                      
                    
                     
                       
                       
                         GENIVS
                         .
                      
                       
                         INdeede
                         ,
                         true
                         Gladnesse
                         doth
                         not
                         alwayes
                         speake
                         :
                      
                       
                         Ioy
                         bred
                         ,
                         and
                         borne
                         but
                         in
                         the
                         tongue
                         ,
                         is
                         weake
                         .
                      
                       
                         Yet
                         (
                         lest
                         the
                         feruor
                         of
                         so
                         pure
                         a
                         flame
                      
                       
                         As
                         this
                         my
                         Citty
                         beares
                         ,
                         might
                         loose
                         the
                         name
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Without
                         the
                         apt
                         euenting
                         of
                         her
                         heate
                         )
                      
                       
                         Know
                         greatest
                         IAMES
                         (
                         and
                         no
                         lesse
                         good
                         ,
                         than
                         great
                         .
                         )
                      
                       
                         In
                         the
                         behalfe
                         of
                         all
                         my
                         vertuous
                         Sonnes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Whereof
                         my
                         a
                         eldest
                         there
                         ,
                         thy
                         pompe
                         forerunnes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         (
                         A
                         Man
                         without
                         my
                         flattring
                         ,
                         or
                         his
                         Pride
                         ,
                      
                       
                         As
                         worthy
                         ,
                         as
                         hee
                         's
                         b
                         blest
                         to
                         be
                         thy
                         guide
                         )
                      
                       
                         In
                         his
                         graue
                         name
                         ,
                         and
                         all
                         his
                         Brethrens
                         right
                         ,
                      
                       
                         (
                         Who
                         thirst
                         to
                         drinke
                         the
                         Nectar
                         of
                         thy
                         sight
                         )
                      
                       
                         The
                         Councell
                         ,
                         Commoners
                         ,
                         and
                         Multitude
                         ;
                      
                       
                         (
                         Glad
                         ,
                         that
                         this
                         day
                         so
                         long
                         deny'd
                         ,
                         is
                         viewd
                         )
                      
                       
                         I
                         tender
                         thee
                         the
                         heartiest
                         welcome
                         ,
                         yet
                      
                       
                         That
                         euer
                         King
                         had
                         to
                         his
                         c
                         Empires
                         seate
                         :
                      
                       
                         Neuer
                         came
                         man
                         ,
                         more
                         long'd
                         for
                         ,
                         more
                         desir'd
                         :
                      
                       
                         And
                         being
                         come
                         ,
                         more
                         reuerenc'd
                         ,
                         lou'd
                         ,
                         admir'd
                         :
                      
                       
                         Heare
                         ,
                         and
                         record
                         it
                         :
                         In
                         a
                         Prince
                         it
                         is
                      
                       
                         No
                         little
                         vertue
                         ,
                         to
                         know
                         who
                         are
                         his
                         .
                      
                       
                         *
                         With
                         like
                         deuotions
                         ,
                         doe
                         I
                         stoope
                         t'
                         embrace
                      
                       
                         This
                         springing
                         glory
                         of
                         thy
                         d
                         Godlike
                         race
                         ;
                      
                       
                         His
                         Countries
                         Wonder
                         ,
                         Hope
                         ,
                         Loue
                         ,
                         Ioy
                         and
                         Pride
                         :
                      
                       
                         How
                         well
                         dooth
                         he
                         become
                         the
                         royall
                         side
                      
                       
                         Of
                         this
                         erected
                         ,
                         and
                         broade
                         spreading
                         Tree
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Vnder
                         whose
                         shade
                         ,
                         may
                         Brittane
                         euer
                         be
                         .
                      
                       
                         And
                         from
                         this
                         branch
                         ,
                         may
                         thousand
                         branches
                         more
                      
                       
                         Shoote
                         or'e
                         the
                         Maine
                         ,
                         and
                         knit
                         with
                         euery
                         shore
                      
                       
                         In
                         ●onds
                         of
                         Marriage
                         ,
                         Kinred
                         ,
                         and
                         Increase
                         ;
                      
                       
                       
                         And
                         stile
                         this
                         Land
                         ,
                         the
                         a
                         Nauill
                         of
                         their
                         peace
                         .
                      
                       
                         This
                         is
                         your
                         Seruants
                         wish
                         ,
                         your
                         Citties
                         vow
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Which
                         still
                         shall
                         propagate
                         it selfe
                         ,
                         with
                         you
                         ;
                      
                       
                         And
                         free
                         from
                         spurres
                         of
                         Hope
                         ,
                         that
                         slow
                         mindes
                         moue
                         :
                      
                       
                         He
                         seekes
                         no
                         hire
                         ,
                         that
                         owes
                         his
                         life
                         to
                         Loue.
                      
                       
                         
                         And
                         heere
                         she
                         comes
                         that
                         is
                         no
                         lesse
                         a
                         part
                      
                       
                         In
                         this
                         dayes
                         greatnesse
                         ,
                         then
                         in
                         my
                         glad
                         heart
                         .
                      
                       
                         Glory
                         of
                         Queenes
                         ,
                         and
                         b
                         Glory
                         of
                         your
                         Name
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Whose
                         Graces
                         doe
                         as
                         farre
                         out-speake
                         your
                         Fame
                         ,
                      
                       
                         As
                         Fame
                         doth
                         silence
                         ,
                         when
                         her
                         Trumpet
                         rings
                      
                       
                         You
                         c
                         Daughter
                         ,
                         Sister
                         ,
                         Wife
                         of
                         seuerall
                         Kings
                         :
                      
                       
                         Besides
                         Alliance
                         ,
                         and
                         the
                         stile
                         of
                         Mother
                         ,
                      
                       
                         In
                         which
                         one
                         Title
                         you
                         drowne
                         all
                         your
                         other
                         .
                      
                       
                         Instance
                         ,
                         be
                         d
                         that
                         faire
                         shoote
                         ,
                         is
                         gone
                         before
                      
                       
                         Your
                         eldest
                         Ioy
                         ,
                         and
                         top
                         of
                         all
                         your
                         store
                         ,
                      
                       
                         With
                         those
                         ,
                         whose
                         sight
                         to
                         vs
                         is
                         yet
                         deni'd
                         ,
                      
                       
                         But
                         not
                         our
                         zeale
                         to
                         them
                         ,
                         or
                         ought
                         beside
                      
                       
                         This
                         Citty
                         can
                         to
                         you
                         :
                         For
                         whose
                         estate
                      
                       
                         Shee
                         hopes
                         you
                         will
                         be
                         still
                         good
                         Aduocate
                      
                       
                         To
                         her
                         best
                         Lord.
                         So
                         ,
                         whilst
                         you
                         mortall
                         are
                         ,
                      
                       
                         No
                         taste
                         of
                         sower
                         mortalitie
                         once
                         dare
                      
                       
                         Approach
                         your
                         house
                         ;
                         nor
                         Fortune
                         greete
                         your
                         Grace
                      
                       
                         But
                         comming
                         on
                         ,
                         and
                         with
                         a
                         forward
                         face
                         .
                      
                    
                  
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THE
               OTHER
               AT
               TEMPLE
               BARRE
               .
            
             
               CArried
               the
               frontispice
               of
               a
               Temple
               ,
               the
               Wals
               of
               which
               and
               Gates
               were
               Brasse
               ;
               the
               Pillers
               Siluer
               ,
               their
               Capitals
               and
               Bases
               Golde
               :
               in
               the
               highest
               point
               of
               all
               was
               erected
               a
               Ianus
               head
               ,
               and
               ouer
               it
               written
               .
            
             
               IANO
               QVADRIFRONTI
               SACRVM
               .
            
             
               Which
               title
               of
               Quadrifrons
               is
               said
               to
               be
               giuen
               him
               ,
               
               as
               he
               respecteth
               all
               Climates
               ,
               and
               filles
               all
               parts
               of
               the
               world
               with
               his
               Maiestie
               ;
               which
               Martiall
               would
               seeme
               to
               allude
               vnto
               in
               that
               Hendicasillable
               ,
               
               
                 Et
                 linguâ
                 pariter
                 locutus
                 omni
                 .
              
               Others
               haue
               thought
               it
               by
               reason
               of
               the
               foure
               Elements
               ,
               which
               brake
               out
               of
               him
               ,
               being
               Chaos
               :
               for
               Ouid
               is
               not
               afraide
               to
               make
               Chaos
               and
               Ianus
               the
               same
               ,
               in
               those
               verses
               
                 
                   Me
                   Chaos
                   antiqui
                   (
                   nam
                   sum
                   res
                   prisca
                   )
                   vocabant
                   :
                   
                
                 
                   Adspice
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               ●●
               
                 
                 PLVTVS
                 .
              
               or
               Wealth
               ,
               
               a
               little
               boy
               ,
               bare
               headed
               ,
               his
               locks
               curled
               ,
               and
               spangled
               with
               golde
               ,
               of
               a
               fresh
               aspect
               ,
               his
               body
               almost
               naked
               ,
               sauing
               some
               rich
               robe
               cast
               ouer
               him
               ;
               in
               his
               armes
               a
               heape
               of
               gold
               Ingots
               to
               expresse
               riches
               ,
               whereof
               he
               is
               the
               God
               :
               Beneath
               her
               feete
               lay
               
                 ENYALIVS
                 .
              
               or
               Mars
               ,
               Groueling
               ,
               his
               armour
               scattered
               vpon
               him
               in
               seuerall
               peeces
               ,
               and
               sundrie
               sortes
               of
               weapons
               broken
               about
               him
               ,
               her
               word
               to
               all
               was
               
                 VNA
                 TRIVMPHIS
                 IN
                 NVMERIS
                 POTIOR
                 .
              
               
                 
                   pax
                   optima
                   rerum
                
                 
                   Quas
                   homini
                   nouisse
                   datum
                   est
                   ,
                   
                   pax
                   vna
                   Triumphis
                   Innumeris
                   potior
                   .
                
              
               signifieng
               that
               peace
               alone
               was
               better
               ,
               and
               more
               to
               be
               coueted
               then
               innumerable
               Tryumphes
               ,
               besides
               ,
               vpon
               the
               right
               hand
               of
               her
               ,
               but
               with
               some
               little
               descent
               ,
               in
               a
               Hemicycle
               was
               seated
               
                 ESYCHIA
                 .
              
               or
               Quie●
               ,
               the
               first
               handmaid
               of
               peace
               ;
               A
               woman
               of
               a
               graue
               and
               venerable
               aspect
               ,
               attired
               in
               black
               ,
               vpon
               her
               head
               an
               artificiall
               nest
               ,
               out
               of
               which
               appeared
               Storkes
               heads
               to
               manifest
               a
               sweete
               repose
               .
               Her
               feete
               were
               placed
               vpon
               a
               Cube
               ,
               to
               shewe
               stability
               ,
               
               and
               in
               her
               lappe
               shee
               held
               a
               Perpendicular
               or
               leuell
               ,
               as
               the
               ensigne
               of
               Euennesse
               and
               Rest
               ;
               on
               the
               top
               of
               it
               sate
               a
               Halcion
               or
               Kings-fisher
               .
               She
               had
               lying
               at
               her
               feete
               
                 TARACHE
                 .
              
               or
               Tumult
               ,
               in
               a
               garment
               of
               diuers
               ,
               but
               darke
               coulers
               ,
               her
               haire
               wilde
               ,
               and
               disordered
               ,
               a
               fowle
               and
               troubled
               face
               ,
               about
               her
               laye
               staues
               ,
               swordes
               ,
               ropes
               ,
               chaines
               ,
               hammers
               ,
               stones
               ,
               and
               such
               like
               to
               expresse
               Turmoile
               .
               The
               word
               was
               
                 PERAGIT
                 TRANQVILLA
                 POTESTAS
                 .
                 
              
               
                 Claud.
                 Quod
                 violent
                 a
                 nequit
                 :
                 mandat
                 aque
                 fortius
                 vrget
                 Imperiosa
                 quies
                 .
              
               To
               shewe
               the
               benefits
               of
               a
               calme
               and
               facile
               power
               ,
               being
               able
               to
               effect
               in
               a
               state
               that
               ,
               which
               no
               violence
               can
               .
               On
               the
               other
               ,
               side
               the
               second
               handmaide
               ,
               was
               
                 ELEVTHERIA
                 .
              
               or
               Libertie
               ,
               her
               dressing
               white
               ,
               &
               som-what
               antique
               but
               loose
               and
               free
               ;
               her
               haire
               flowing
               downe
               her
               backe
               ,
               and
               shoulders
               :
               In
               her
               right
               hand
               shee
               bare
               a
               Club
               ,
               on
               her
               left
               a
               Hat
               ,
               the
               Characters
               of
               freedom
               ,
               and
               power
               :
               At
               her
               feete
               a
               Catt
               was
               placed
               ,
               the
               creatrue
               most
               affecting
               ,
               and
               expressing
               libertie
               .
               She
               trode
               on
               
               Rauen
               ,
               as
               the
               Augury
               of
               ill
               fortune
               :
               &
               the
               Soule
               was
               
                 REDEVNT
                 SATVRNIA
                 REGNA
                 .
              
               Out
               of
               Virgil
               ,
               
               to
               shewe
               that
               nowe
               those
               golden
               times
               were
               returned
               againe
               ,
               wherein
               Peace
               was
               with
               vs
               so
               aduannced
               ,
               Rest
               receaued
               ,
               Libertie
               restored
               ,
               Safetie
               assured
               ,
               and
               all
               Blessednesse
               appearing
               in
               euery
               of
               these
               vertues
               her
               perticular
               Triumphe
               ouer
               her
               opposite
               euill
               .
               This
               is
               the
               dumbe
               argument
               of
               the
               frame
               ,
               and
               illustrated
               with
               this
               verse
               of
               Virgil
               ,
               written
               in
               the
               vnder
               freeze
               .
               
               
                 
                   NVLLA
                   SALVS
                   BELLO
                
                 
                   PACEM
                   TE
                   POSSIMVS
                   OMNES.
                   
                
              
               The
               speaking
               parte
               was
               performed
               ,
               as
               within
               the
               Temple
               where
               there
               was
               erected
               an
               Altar
               ,
               to
               which
               at
               the
               approach
               of
               the
               K.
               appeares
               the
               Flamen
               
                 *
                 MARTIALIS
                 .
              
               And
               to
               him
               .
               
                 GENIVS
                 VRBIS
                 .
              
               The
               Genius
               we
               attired
               before
               :
               To
               the
               Flamen
               wee
               appoint
               this
               habit
               .
               A
               long
               Crimson
               robe
               to
               witnesse
               his
               nobility
               ,
               his
               typpet
               and
               sl●eues
               white
               as
               reflecting
               on
               purity
               in
               his
               religion
               ,
               a
               rich
               mantle
               of
               gold
               with
               a
               traine
               to
               expresse
               the
               dignity
               of
               his
               function
               .
               
               Vpon
               his
               head
               a
               c
               Hat
               of
               delicate
               wooll
               ,
               whose
               top
               ended
               in
               a
               Cone
               ,
               and
               was
               thence
               called
               Apex
               ,
               according
               to
               that
               of
               
                 Lucan
                 .
                 lib.
              
               1.
               
               
                 Attollensque
                 Apicem
                 gen●roso
                 vertice
                 Flamen
                 .
              
               This
               Apex
               was
               couered
               with
               a
               d
               fine
               net
               of
               yearne
               which
               they
               named
               Apiculum
               ,
               &
               was
               sustained
               with
               a
               e
               bowd
               twigge
               of
               Pomgranat
               tree
               ,
               it
               was
               also
               in
               the
               hot
               time
               of
               Summer
               to
               be
               bound
               with
               Ribands
               ,
               and
               throwne
               behinde
               them
               as
               f
               Scaliger
               teacheth
               .
               In
               his
               hand
               hee
               bore
               a
               golden
               Censor
               with
               perfume
               ,
               and
               censing
               about
               the
               Altar
               (
               hauing
               first
               kindled
               his
               fier
               on
               the
               toppe
               )
               is
               interrupted
               by
               the
               Genius
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                       
                         GENIVS
                         .
                      
                       
                         STay
                         ,
                         what
                         art
                         thou
                         ,
                         that
                         in
                         this
                         strange
                         attire
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Darst
                         kindle
                         stranger
                         ,
                         and
                         vnhallowed
                         fire
                      
                       
                         Vpon
                         this
                         Altar
                         ?
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         FL.
                         
                      
                       
                         Rather
                         what
                         art
                         thou
                      
                       
                         That
                         darst
                         so
                         rudely
                         interrupt
                         my
                         vowe
                         ?
                      
                       
                         My
                         habit
                         speakes
                         my
                         name
                         .
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         GE.
                         
                      
                       
                         A
                         Flamin
                         ?
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         FL.
                         
                      
                       
                         Yes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         a
                         Martialis
                         calld
                         .
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         GE.
                         
                      
                       
                         I
                         so
                         did
                         gesse
                      
                       
                         By
                         my
                         short
                         view
                         ,
                         but
                         whence
                         didst
                         thou
                         ascend
                      
                       
                         Hither
                         ?
                         or
                         how
                         ?
                         or
                         to
                         what
                         mistick
                         end
                         ?
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         FL.
                         
                      
                       
                         The
                         noise
                         ,
                         and
                         present
                         tumult
                         of
                         this
                         Day
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Rowsd
                         me
                         from
                         sleepe
                         ,
                         and
                         silence
                         ,
                         where
                         I
                         lay
                      
                       
                         Obscur'd
                         from
                         light
                         ;
                         which
                         when
                         I
                         wakt
                         to
                         see
                         ,
                      
                       
                         I
                         wondring
                         thought
                         what
                         this
                         great
                         pompe
                         might
                         be
                         .
                      
                       
                       
                         When
                         (
                         looking
                         in
                         my
                         Kalender
                         )
                         I
                         found
                      
                       
                         The
                         b
                         Ides
                         of
                         Marche
                         were
                         entred
                         ,
                         and
                         I
                         bound
                      
                       
                         With
                         these
                         ,
                         to
                         celebrate
                         the
                         Geniall
                         feast
                      
                       
                         Of
                         c
                         ANNA
                         stil'd
                         PERENNA
                         ,
                         d
                         MARS
                         his
                         guest
                         ;
                      
                       
                         Who
                         ,
                         in
                         this
                         Moneth
                         of
                         his
                         ,
                         is
                         yearly
                         call'd
                      
                       
                         To
                         banquet
                         at
                         his
                         Altars
                         ;
                         and
                         in
                         stald
                         ;
                      
                       
                         e
                         A
                         Goddesse
                         with
                         him
                         ,
                         since
                         shee
                         filles
                         the
                         Yeare
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         f
                         knits
                         the
                         oblique
                         scarfe
                         that
                         girts
                         the
                         spheare
                         .
                      
                       
                         Whilest
                         foure
                         fac't
                         IANVS
                         turnes
                         his
                         g
                         vernall
                         looke
                      
                       
                         Vpon
                         their
                         meeting
                         howers
                         ,
                         as
                         if
                         he
                         tooke
                         .
                      
                       
                         High
                         pride
                         and
                         pleasure
                         .
                      
                    
                     
                       
                         GE.
                         
                      
                       
                         Sure
                         thou
                         stil
                         dost
                         dreame
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         both
                         thy
                         tongue
                         ,
                         and
                         thought
                         rides
                         on
                         the
                         streame
                      
                       
                         Of
                         Phantasy
                         :
                         Behold
                         here
                         Hee
                         nor
                         Shee
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Haue
                         any
                         Altar
                         ,
                         Fane
                         ,
                         or
                         Deity
                         .
                      
                       
                         Stoope
                         ;
                         read
                         but
                         this
                         h
                         inscription
                         :
                         and
                         then
                         veiwe
                      
                       
                         To
                         whome
                         the
                         Place
                         is
                         consecrate
                         .
                         T
                         is
                         trew
                      
                       
                         That
                         this
                         is
                         IANVS
                         Temple
                         ,
                         and
                         that
                         nowe
                      
                       
                         He
                         turnes
                         vpon
                         the
                         Yeare
                         his
                         freshest
                         browe
                         ;
                      
                       
                         That
                         this
                         is
                         MARS
                         his
                         moneth
                         ;
                         and
                         these
                         the
                         Ides
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Wherein
                         his
                         ANNE
                         was
                         honourd
                         ;
                         Both
                         the
                         Tides
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Titles
                         ,
                         and
                         Place
                         ,
                         wee
                         knowe
                         :
                         But
                         these
                         dead
                         rites
                      
                       
                         Are
                         long
                         since
                         buried
                         ,
                         and
                         newe
                         power
                         excites
                      
                       
                         More
                         highe
                         and
                         hartie
                         flames
                         .
                         Loe
                         ,
                         there
                         is
                         hee
                         ,
                      
                       
                       
                         Who
                         brings
                         with
                         him
                         a
                         i
                         greater
                         ANNE
                         then
                         shee
                         :
                      
                       
                         Whose
                         strong
                         and
                         potent
                         vertues
                         haue
                         k
                         defac'd
                      
                       
                         Sterne
                         MARS
                         his
                         Statues
                         ,
                         and
                         vpon
                         them
                         plac'd
                      
                       
                         His
                         ,
                         l
                         and
                         the
                         worlds
                         blest
                         blessings
                         :
                         This
                         hath
                         brought
                      
                       
                         Sweete
                         Peace
                         to
                         sit
                         in
                         that
                         bright
                         state
                         she
                         ought
                      
                       
                         Vnbloodie
                         ,
                         or
                         vntroubled
                         ;
                         hath
                         forc'd
                         hence
                      
                       
                         All
                         tumults
                         ,
                         feares
                         ,
                         or
                         other
                         darke
                         portents
                      
                       
                         That
                         might
                         inuade
                         weake
                         mindes
                         ;
                         hath
                         made
                         men
                         see
                      
                       
                         Once
                         more
                         the
                         face
                         of
                         welcome
                         Liberty
                         :
                      
                       
                         And
                         doth
                         (
                         in
                         all
                         his
                         present
                         actes
                         )
                         restore
                      
                       
                         That
                         first
                         pure
                         world
                         ,
                         made
                         of
                         the
                         better
                         Ore.
                      
                       
                         Now
                         Innocence
                         shall
                         cease
                         to
                         be
                         the
                         spoile
                      
                       
                         Of
                         rauenous
                         Greatnesse
                         ,
                         or
                         to
                         steepe
                         the
                         soile
                      
                       
                         Of
                         raised
                         Pesantrie
                         with
                         teares
                         ,
                         and
                         bloud
                         ;
                      
                       
                         No
                         more
                         shall
                         rich
                         men
                         (
                         for
                         their
                         little
                         good
                         )
                      
                       
                         Suspect
                         to
                         be
                         made
                         guiltie
                         ;
                         or
                         vile
                         Spies
                      
                       
                         Enioye
                         the
                         lust
                         of
                         their
                         so
                         murdring
                         eyes
                         :
                      
                       
                         Men
                         shall
                         put
                         off
                         their
                         Yron
                         mindes
                         ,
                         and
                         hearts
                         ;
                      
                       
                         The
                         Time
                         forget
                         his
                         olde
                         malicious
                         artes
                      
                       
                         With
                         this
                         new
                         minute
                         ;
                         and
                         no
                         print
                         remaine
                      
                       
                         Of
                         what
                         was
                         thought
                         the
                         former
                         ages
                         staine
                         .
                      
                       
                         Back
                         FLAMIN
                         ,
                         with
                         thy
                         superstitious
                         fumes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         cense
                         not
                         heere
                         ;
                         Thy
                         ignorance
                         presumes
                      
                       
                         Too
                         much
                         ,
                         in
                         acting
                         any
                         Ethnick
                         rite
                      
                       
                         In
                         this
                         translated
                         Temple
                         :
                         Heere
                         no
                         wight
                         ,
                      
                       
                         To
                         sacrifice
                         ,
                         saue
                         my
                         deuotion
                         comes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         That
                         brings
                         insteed
                         of
                         those
                         thy
                         m
                         Masculine
                         gummes
                         .
                      
                       
                       
                         My
                         Citties
                         heart
                         ;
                         which
                         shall
                         for
                         euer
                         burne
                      
                       
                         Vpon
                         this
                         Altar
                         ,
                         and
                         no
                         Time
                         shall
                         turne
                      
                       
                         The
                         same
                         to
                         ashes
                         :
                         Heere
                         I
                         fixe
                         it
                         fast
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Flame
                         bright
                         ,
                         flame
                         high
                         ,
                         and
                         may
                         it
                         euer
                         last
                         .
                      
                       
                         Whilest
                         I
                         ,
                         before
                         the
                         figure
                         of
                         thy
                         Peace
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Still
                         tend
                         the
                         fire
                         ;
                         and
                         giue
                         it
                         quick
                         increase
                      
                       
                         With
                         praiers
                         ,
                         wishes
                         ,
                         vowes
                         ;
                         whereof
                         be
                         these
                      
                       
                         The
                         least
                         ,
                         and
                         weakest
                         :
                         that
                         no
                         Age
                         may
                         leese
                      
                       
                         The
                         Memory
                         of
                         this
                         so
                         rich
                         a
                         daye
                         ;
                      
                       
                         But
                         rather
                         ,
                         that
                         it
                         henceforth
                         yearely
                         may
                      
                       
                         Begin
                         our
                         Spring
                         and
                         with
                         our
                         spring
                         the
                         prime
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         n
                         first
                         accompt
                         of
                         Yeares
                         ,
                         of
                         Months
                         ,
                         o
                         of
                         Time
                         :
                      
                       
                         And
                         may
                         these
                         Ides
                         as
                         fortunate
                         appeare
                      
                       
                         To
                         thee
                         ,
                         as
                         they
                         to
                         p
                         Caesar
                         fatall
                         were
                         .
                      
                       
                         Be
                         all
                         thy
                         Thoughts
                         borne
                         perfect
                         ,
                         and
                         thy
                         Hopes
                      
                       
                         In
                         their
                         euents
                         still
                         crownd
                         beyond
                         their
                         scopes
                         .
                      
                       
                         Let
                         not
                         wide
                         Heauen
                         that
                         secret
                         blessing
                         know
                      
                       
                         To
                         giue
                         ,
                         which
                         shee
                         on
                         thee
                         will
                         not
                         bestow
                         .
                      
                       
                         Blind
                         Fortune
                         be
                         thy
                         slaue
                         ;
                         and
                         may
                         her
                         store
                      
                       
                         (
                         The
                         lesse
                         thou
                         seek'st
                         it
                         )
                         follow
                         thee
                         the
                         more
                         .
                      
                       
                         Much
                         more
                         I
                         would
                         :
                         but
                         see
                         ,
                         these
                         brazen
                         Gates
                      
                       
                         Make
                         hast
                         to
                         close
                         ,
                         as
                         vrged
                         by
                         thy
                         Fates
                         ;
                      
                       
                         Here
                         ends
                         my
                         Cities
                         office
                         ,
                         here
                         it
                         breakes
                         :
                      
                       
                         Yet
                         with
                         my
                         tongue
                         ,
                         and
                         this
                         pure
                         heart
                         ,
                         she
                         speakes
                      
                       
                         A
                         short
                         farewell
                         ;
                         and
                         lower
                         then
                         thy
                         feete
                         ,
                      
                       
                         With
                         feruent
                         thankes
                         ,
                         thy
                         royall
                         paines
                         doth
                         greete
                         .
                      
                       
                         Pardon
                         ,
                         if
                         my
                         abruptnesse
                         breed
                         disease
                         ;
                      
                       
                         He
                         merits
                         not
                         t'
                         offend
                         ,
                         that
                         hastes
                         to
                         please
                         .
                      
                    
                  
                
              
            
             
             
               Ouer
               the
               Alter
               was
               written
               this
               Inscription
               :
            
             
               
                 D.
                 I.
                 O.
                 M.
                 BRITANNI
                 ARVM
                 .
                 IMP.
                 PACIS
                 .
                 VINDICI
                 .
                 MARTE
                 .
                 MAIORI
                 .
                 P.
                 P.
                 F.
                 S.
                 AVGVSTO
                 .
                 NOVO.
                 GENTIVM
                 .
                 CONIVNCTARVM
                 .
                 NVMINI
                 .
                 TVTELARI
                 .
                 D.
                 A.
                 CONSERVATRICI
                 .
                 ANNAE
                 .
                 IPSAE
                 .
                 PERENNAE
                 .
                 DEABVSQVE
                 .
                 VNIVERSIS
                 .
                 OPTATIORI
                 .
                 SVI
                 FORTVNATISSIMI
                 .
                 THALAMI
                 .
                 SOCIAE
                 .
                 ET
                 CONSORTI
                 .
                 PVLCHERIMAE
                 .
                 AVGVSTISSIMAE
                 .
                 ET
                 H.
                 F.
                 P.
                 FILIO
                 .
                 SVO
                 .
                 NOBILISSIMO
                 .
                 OB.
                 ADVENTVM
                 .
                 AD
                 VRBEM
                 .
                 HANC
                 .
                 SVAM
                 .
                 EXPECTATISSIMVM
                 .
                 GRATISSIMVM
                 .
                 CELEBRATISSIMVM
                 .
                 CVIVS
                 .
                 NON
                 .
                 RADII
                 .
                 SED
                 SOLES
                 .
                 POTIVS
                 .
                 FVNESSIMAM
                 .
                 NVPER
                 .
                 AERIS
                 .
                 INTEMPERIEM
                 .
                 SERENARVNT
                 S.
                 P.
                 Q.
                 L.
                 VOTIS.
                 X.
                 VOTIS.
                 XX.
                 ARDENTISSIMIS
                 .
                 L.
                 M.
                 HANC
                 .
                 ARAM.
                 P.
                 
              
            
             
             
               And
               vpon
               the
               Gate
               being
               shut
               ,
            
             
               
                 IMP.
                 IACOBVS
                 MAX.
                 CAESAR
                 AVG.
                 P.
                 P.
                 PACE
                 POPVLO
                 BRITANNICO
                 TERRA
                 MARIQVE
                 PARTA
                 IANVM
                 CLVSIT
                 .
                 S.
                 C.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               THus
               hath
               both
               Court-Towne-and
               Countrey-Reader
               ,
               our
               portion
               of
               deuise
               for
               the
               Cittie
               ;
               neither
               are
               we
               ashamed
               to
               professe
               it
               ,
               being
               assured
               well
               of
               the
               difference
               betweene
               it
               and
               Pageantry
               .
               If
               the
               Mechanick
               part
               yet
               standing
               ,
               giue
               it
               any
               distaste
               in
               the
               wrye
               mouthes
               of
               the
               Time
               ,
               we
               pardon
               them
               ;
               for
               their
               owne
               ambitious
               ignorance
               doth
               punish
               them
               inough
               .
               From
               hence
               we
               will
               turne
               ouer
               a
               new
               leafe
               with
               you
               ,
               and
               lead
               you
               to
               the
               Pegme
               in
               the
               Strand
               ,
               a
               worke
               thought
               on
               ,
               begun
               ,
               and
               perfected
               in
               twelue
               dayes
               .
            
             
             
               THe
               Inuention
               was
               a
               Raine-bow
               ,
               the
               Moone
               ,
               Sunne
               ,
               and
               those
               seauen
               Starres
               ,
               which
               antiquitie
               hath
               stil'd
               the
               Pleiades
               ,
               or
               Vergiliae
               ,
               aduanced
               betweene
               two
               Magnificent
               Pyramid's
               of
               70.
               foote
               in
               height
               ,
               on
               which
               were
               drawne
               his
               Maiesties
               seuerall
               pedigrees
               Eng.
               and
               Scot.
               To
               which
               body
               (
               being
               framd
               before
               )
               we
               were
               to
               apt
               our
               soule
               .
               And
               finding
               that
               one
               of
               these
               seauen
               lights
               ,
               Electra
               ,
               is
               rarely
               or
               not
               at
               all
               to
               be
               seene
               ,
               (
               as
               
                 Ouid.
                 lib.
                 4.
                 
                 Fast.
              
               affirmeth
               .
               
                 
                   Pleiades
                   incipient
                   humeros
                   releuare
                   paternos
                   :
                
                 
                   Quae
                   septem
                   dici
                   ,
                   sex
                   tamen
                   esse
                   solent
                   .
                
              
               And
               by
               and
               by
               after
               ,
               
                 
                   Siue
                   quòd
                   Electra
                   Troiae
                   spectare
                   ruinas
                
                 
                   Non
                   tulit
                   :
                   aute
                   oculos
                   opposuitque
                   manum
                   .
                
              
               And
               Festus
               Auien.
               
               
               
                 
                   Fama
                   vetus
                   septem
                   memor
                   at
                   genitore
                   creatas
                
                 
                   Longaeuo
                   :
                   sex
                   se
                   rutila
                   inter
                   sider
                   a
                   tantùm
                
                 
                   Sustollunt
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               And
               beneath
               
                 
                   —
                   cerni
                   sex
                   solas
                   carmine
                   Mynthes
                
                 
                   Asserit
                   :
                   Electram
                   coelo
                   abscessisse
                   profundo
                   ,
                   &c.
                   )
                
              
               We
               ventred
               to
               follow
               this
               authoritie
               ;
               and
               made
               her
               the
               speaker
               :
               presenting
               her
               hanging
               in
               the
               ayre
               ,
               in
               figure
               of
               a
               Comet
               ;
               according
               to
               
                 Anonymus
                 .
                 Electra
                 non
                 sustinens
                 videre
                 casum
                 pronepotum
                 sugerit
                 ;
                 vnde
                 &
                 illam
                 disso
                 lutis
                 crinibus
                 prop●er
                 luctum
                 ire
                 asserunt
                 ,
                 et
                 propter
                 comas
                 quidam
                 Cometen
                 appellant
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                     
                       The
                       speach
                       .
                    
                     
                       
                         Electra
                         .
                      
                       
                         THe
                         long
                         a
                         Laments
                         ,
                         I
                         spent
                         for
                         ruin'd
                         Troy
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Are
                         dried
                         ;
                         and
                         now
                         mine
                         eyes
                         run
                         teares
                         of
                         Ioy.
                      
                       
                         No
                         more
                         shall
                         men
                         suppose
                         Electra
                         dead
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Though
                         from
                         the
                         consort
                         of
                         her
                         sisters
                         fled
                      
                       
                         Vnto
                         the
                         b
                         Arctick
                         circle
                         ,
                         here
                         to
                         grace
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         guild
                         this
                         day
                         with
                         her
                         c
                         serenest
                         Face
                         ▪
                      
                       
                         And
                         see
                         ,
                         my
                         d
                         daughter
                         Iris
                         hasts
                         to
                         throw
                      
                       
                         Her
                         Rose
                         at
                         wings
                         ,
                         in
                         compasse
                         of
                         a
                         bow
                         ,
                      
                       
                         About
                         our
                         state
                         ,
                         as
                         e
                         signe
                         of
                         my
                         approch●
                      
                       
                         Attracting
                         to
                         her
                         seate
                         from
                         f
                         Mithras
                         coach
                         ,
                      
                       
                         A
                         thousand
                         different
                         ,
                         and
                         particular
                         hewes
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Which
                         shee
                         throughout
                         her
                         body
                         doth
                         diffuse
                         .
                      
                       
                         The
                         Sunne
                         ,
                         as
                         loath
                         to
                         part
                         from
                         this
                         
                           halfe
                           spheare
                        
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Stands
                         still
                         ;
                         and
                         Phoebe
                         labors
                         to
                         appeare
                      
                       
                         In
                         all
                         as
                         bright
                         (
                         if
                         not
                         as
                         rich
                         )
                         as
                         hee
                         :
                      
                       
                         And
                         ,
                         for
                         a
                         note
                         of
                         more
                         serenity
                         ,
                      
                       
                         My
                         sixe
                         g
                         faire
                         Sisters
                         hether
                         shift
                         their
                         lights
                         ;
                      
                       
                         To
                         do
                         this
                         hower
                         the
                         vtmost
                         of
                         her
                         Rites
                         .
                      
                       
                         Where
                         least
                         the
                         captious
                         ,
                         or
                         prophane
                         might
                         doubt
                         ,
                      
                       
                         How
                         these
                         cleare
                         heauenly
                         bodyes
                         come
                         about
                      
                       
                         All
                         to
                         be
                         seene
                         at
                         once
                         ;
                         yet
                         neithers
                         light
                      
                       
                         Eclips'd
                         ,
                         or
                         shadow'd
                         by
                         the
                         others
                         sight
                         :
                      
                       
                       
                         Let
                         Ignorance
                         know
                         ,
                         great
                         King
                         ,
                         this
                         Day
                         is
                         thine
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         doth
                         admit
                         no
                         Night
                         ;
                         but
                         all
                         do
                         shine
                      
                       
                         As
                         well
                         nocturnall
                         ,
                         as
                         diurnall
                         fiers
                         ,
                      
                       
                         To
                         adde
                         vnto
                         the
                         flame
                         of
                         our
                         desiers
                         .
                      
                       
                         Which
                         are
                         (
                         now
                         thou
                         hast
                         closd
                         vp
                         h
                         IANVS
                         gates
                         ,
                      
                       
                         And
                         giu'n
                         so
                         generall
                         peace
                         to
                         all
                         estates
                         )
                      
                       
                         That
                         no
                         offensiue
                         mist
                         ,
                         or
                         cloudie
                         staine
                      
                       
                         May
                         mixe
                         with
                         splendor
                         of
                         thy
                         golden
                         raigne
                         ;
                      
                       
                         But
                         ,
                         as
                         th'
                         ast
                         free'd
                         thy
                         i
                         Chamber
                         ,
                         from
                         the
                         noyse
                      
                       
                         Of
                         Warre
                         and
                         Tumult
                         ;
                         thou
                         wilt
                         powre
                         those
                         ioyes
                      
                       
                         Vpon
                         k
                         this
                         Place
                         ,
                         which
                         claimes
                         to
                         be
                         l
                         the
                         Seate
                      
                       
                         Of
                         all
                         thy
                         Kingly
                         race
                         :
                         the
                         Cabinet
                      
                       
                         To
                         all
                         thy
                         Counsels
                         ;
                         and
                         the
                         iudging
                         Chayre
                      
                       
                         To
                         this
                         thy
                         speciall
                         Kingdome
                         .
                         Whose
                         so
                         faire
                      
                       
                         And
                         wholsome
                         Lawes
                         ,
                         in
                         euery
                         Court
                         ,
                         shall
                         striue
                      
                       
                         By
                         Aequity
                         ,
                         and
                         their
                         first
                         Innocence
                         to
                         thriue
                         ;
                      
                       
                         The
                         base
                         and
                         guiltie
                         bribes
                         of
                         guiltier
                         men
                      
                       
                         Shall
                         be
                         throwne
                         back
                         ,
                         and
                         Iustice
                         looke
                         ,
                         as
                         when
                      
                       
                         She
                         lou'd
                         the
                         earth
                         ,
                         and
                         feard
                         not
                         to
                         be
                         sold
                      
                       
                         For
                         that
                         ,
                         m
                         which
                         worketh
                         all
                         things
                         to
                         it
                         ,
                         Gold.
                         
                      
                       
                         The
                         Dam
                         of
                         other
                         euils
                         ,
                         Auarice
                      
                       
                         Shall
                         here
                         lock
                         downe
                         her
                         Iawes
                         ,
                         and
                         that
                         rude
                         vice
                      
                       
                         Of
                         ignorant
                         ,
                         and
                         pittied
                         Greatnesse
                         ,
                         Pride
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Decline
                         with
                         shame
                         ;
                         Ambition
                         now
                         shall
                         hide
                      
                       
                         Her
                         face
                         in
                         dust
                         ,
                         as
                         dedicate
                         to
                         sleepe
                         ,
                      
                       
                         That
                         in
                         great
                         Portalls
                         wont
                         her
                         watch
                         to
                         keepe
                         .
                      
                       
                         All
                         ills
                         shall
                         flie
                         the
                         light
                         :
                         Thy
                         Court
                         be
                         free
                      
                       
                       
                         No
                         lesse
                         from
                         Enuie
                         ,
                         then
                         from
                         Flatterie
                         ;
                      
                       
                         All
                         Tumult
                         ,
                         Faction
                         ,
                         and
                         harsh
                         Discord
                         cease
                         ,
                      
                       
                         That
                         might
                         perturbe
                         the
                         musique
                         of
                         thy
                         Peace
                         :
                      
                       
                         The
                         querulous
                         Nature
                         shall
                         no
                         longer
                         finde
                      
                       
                         Roome
                         for
                         his
                         Thoughts
                         :
                         One
                         pure
                         concent
                         of
                         minde
                      
                       
                         Shall
                         flowe
                         in
                         euery
                         brest
                         ,
                         and
                         not
                         the
                         Ayre
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Sunne
                         ,
                         Moone
                         ,
                         or
                         Starres
                         shine
                         more
                         serenely
                         faire
                         .
                      
                       
                         This
                         from
                         that
                         lowd
                         ,
                         blest
                         Oracle
                         ,
                         I
                         sing
                      
                       
                         Who
                         here
                         ,
                         and
                         first
                         pronounc'd
                         ,
                         thee
                         Brittaines
                         King
                      
                       
                         Long
                         maist
                         thou
                         liue
                         ,
                         and
                         see
                         me
                         thus
                         appeare
                         ,
                      
                       
                         As
                         omenous
                         n
                         a
                         Comet
                         ,
                         from
                         my
                         Spheare
                         ,
                      
                       
                         Vnto
                         thy
                         raigne
                         ;
                         as
                         that
                         o
                         did
                         auspicate
                      
                       
                         So
                         lasting
                         glory
                         to
                         Augustus
                         state
                         .
                      
                    
                  
                
              
            
             
               The
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
               B.
               I.
               HIS
               PANEGYRE
               .
            
             
               On
               the
               happie
               entrance
               of
               IAMES
               
                 our
                 Soueraigne
                 to
                 his
                 first
                 high
              
               Session
               of
               Parliament
               in
               this
               his
               Kingdome
               the
               19.
               of
               March.
               1603.
               
            
             
               
                 Mart.
                 
              
               Licet
               toto
               nunc
               Helicone
               frui
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               A
               PANEGYRE
               .
            
             
               HEau'n
               now
               not
               striues
               ,
               alone
               ,
               our
               brests
               to
               fill
            
             
               With
               Ioyes
               :
               but
               vrgeth
               his
               full
               fauors
               still
               .
            
             
               Againe
               ,
               the
               Glory
               of
               our
               Westerne
               world
            
             
               Vnfolds
               himselfe
               :
               and
               from
               his
               Eies
               are
               hoorl'd
               ,
            
             
               (
               To
               day
               )
               a
               thousand
               radiant
               lights
               ,
               that
               streame
            
             
               To
               euery
               nooke
               ,
               and
               angle
               of
               his
               realme
               .
            
             
               His
               former
               raies
               ,
               did
               only
               cleare
               the
               skie
               ;
            
             
               But
               these
               his
               searching
               beames
               are
               cast
               ,
               to
               prie
            
             
               Into
               those
               darke
               ,
               and
               deepe
               concealed
               vaults
               ,
            
             
               Where
               men
               commit
               black
               incest
               with
               their
               faults
               ;
            
             
               And
               snore
               supinely
               in
               the
               stall
               of
               Sinne
               :
            
             
               Where
               
                 Murder
                 ,
                 Rapine
                 ,
                 Lust
              
               ,
               do
               sit
               within
            
             
               Carow●ing
               humane
               blood
               ,
               in
               iron
               bowles
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               their
               Den
               the
               slaughter
               house
               of
               soules
               :
            
             
               From
               whose
               foule
               reeking
               cauernes
               first
               arise
            
             
               Those
               dampes
               ,
               that
               so
               offend
               all
               good
               mens
               eies
               ;
            
             
               And
               would
               (
               if
               not
               dispers'd
               )
               infect
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               vapor
               her
               bright
               Mettall
               drowne
               .
            
             
               To
               this
               so
               cleare
               ,
               and
               sanctified
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               I
               saw
               ,
               when
               reuerend
               TH●MIS
               did
               descend
            
             
               Vpon
               his
               state
               ;
               let
               downe
               in
               that
               rich
               chaine
               ,
            
             
               That
               fastneth
               heauenly
               power
               to
               earthly
               raigne
               :
            
             
               Beside
               her
               ,
               stoup't
               on
               either
               hand
               ,
               a
               Mayd
               ,
            
             
               Faire
               DICE
               ,
               and
               EVNOMIA
               ;
               who
               were
               said
            
             
               To
               be
               her
               daughters
               :
               and
               but
               faintly
               knowne
            
             
               On
               Earth
               ,
               till
               now
               ,
               they
               came
               to
               grace
               his
               throne
               .
            
             
             
               Her
               third
               ,
               IRENE
               ,
               help'd
               to
               beare
               his
               traine
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               her
               office
               vow'd
               shee
               would
               remaine
               ,
            
             
               Till
               forraine
               Malice
               ,
               or
               vnnaturall
               spight
            
             
               (
               Which
               Fates
               auert
               )
               should
               force
               her
               frō
               her
               right
               .
            
             
               With
               these
               he
               pas'd
               ,
               and
               with
               his
               peoples
               hearts
            
             
               Breath'd
               in
               his
               way
               ;
               and
               Soules
               (
               their
               better
               parts
               )
            
             
               Hasting
               to
               follow
               forth
               in
               shouts
               ,
               and
               cries
               .
            
             
               Vpon
               his
               face
               all
               threw
               their
               couetous
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               As
               on
               a
               Wonder
               ;
               Some
               amazed
               stood
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               felt
               ,
               but
               had
               not
               knowne
               their
               good
               :
            
             
               Others
               would
               faine
               haue
               shew'n
               it
               in
               their
               words
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               when
               their
               speach
               so
               poore
               a
               helpe
               affords
            
             
               Vnto
               their
               zeales
               expression
               ;
               They
               are
               mute
               :
            
             
               And
               only
               with
               red
               silence
               him
               salute
               .
            
             
               Some
               cry
               from
               tops
               of
               houses
               ,
               thinking
               noise
            
             
               The
               fittest
               Herald
               to
               proclame
               true
               ioyes
               ;
            
             
               Others
               on
               ground
               runnes
               gazing
               by
               his
               side
               ,
            
             
               All
               ,
               as
               vnwearied
               ,
               as
               vnsatisfied
               :
            
             
               And
               euery
               Windore
               greiu'd
               it
               could
               not
               moue
            
             
               Along
               with
               him
               ,
               and
               the
               same
               trouble
               proue
               .
            
             
               They
               ,
               that
               had
               seene
               ,
               but
               foure
               short
               daies
               before
               ,
            
             
               His
               gladding
               looke
               ,
               now
               long'd
               to
               see
               it
               more
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               of
               late
               ,
               when
               he
               through
               London
               went
               ,
            
             
               The
               amorous
               Citty
               spar'd
               no
               ornament
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               her
               beauties
               heighten
               ;
               but
               so
               drest
            
             
               As
               our
               Ambitious
               Dames
               ,
               when
               they
               make
               feast
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               be
               courted
               :
               so
               this
               Towne
               put
               on
            
             
               Her
               brightest
               tire
               ;
               and
               in
               it
               aequall
               shone
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               her
               great
               Sist●r
               :
               saue
               that
               Modesty
               ,
            
             
               Her
               Place
               ,
               and
               Yeares
               gaue
               her
               precedency
               .
            
             
               The
               Ioy
               of
               either
               was
               alike
               ,
               and
               full
               ;
            
             
               No
               Age
               ,
               nor
               Sexe
               so
               weake
               ,
               or
               strongly
               dull
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               not
               beare
               a
               part
               in
               this
               concent
            
             
               Of
               Hearts
               ,
               and
               Voices
               .
               All
               the
               Aire
               was
               rent
               ,
            
             
               As
               with
               the
               murmure
               of
               a
               moouing
               wood
               ;
            
             
               The
               ground
               beneath
               did
               seeme
               a
               mouing
               floud
            
             
               Walls
               ,
               windores
               ,
               roofes
               ,
               towers
               ,
               steeples
               ,
               al
               were
               set
            
             
               With
               seuerall
               eyes
               ,
               that
               in
               this
               obiect
               met
               .
            
             
               Old
               men
               were
               glad
               ,
               their
               Fates
               till
               now
               did
               last
               ;
            
             
               And
               Infants
               ,
               that
               the
               howers
               had
               made
               such
               hast
            
             
               To
               bring
               them
               forth
               :
               Whilst
               riper
               ag'd
               ,
               and
               apt
            
             
               To
               vnderstand
               the
               more
               ,
               the
               more
               were
               rap't
               .
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               Peoples
               Loue
               ,
               with
               which
               did
               striue
            
             
               The
               Nobles
               zeale
               ,
               yet
               either
               kept
               aliue
            
             
               The
               others
               flame
               ,
               as
               doth
               the
               Wike
               and
               Waxe
            
             
               That
               frendly
               temperd
               one
               pure
               Taper
               makes
               .
            
             
               Meane
               while
               ,
               the
               reuerend
               Themis
               drawes
               aside
            
             
               The
               Kings
               obeying
               will
               ,
               from
               taking
               pride
            
             
               In
               these
               vaine
               stirres
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               mind
               suggests
            
             
               How
               he
               may
               triumph
               in
               his
               subiects
               brests
               ,
            
             
               With
               better
               pompe
               .
               She
               tells
               him
               first
               ,
               that
               Kings
            
             
               Are
               here
               on
               earth
               the
               most
               conspicuous
               Things
               :
            
             
               That
               they
               ,
               by
               Heauen
               ,
               are
               plac'd
               vpon
               his
               throne
               ,
            
             
               To
               rule
               like
               Heauen
               ;
               &
               haue
               no
               more
               ,
               their
               owne
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               are
               Men
               ,
               then
               Men.
               That
               all
               they
               doe
            
             
               Though
               hid
               at
               home
               ,
               abroad
               is
               search'd
               into
               :
               
               
               
               
            
             
             
               And
               ,
               being
               once
               found
               out
               ,
               discouer'd
               lies
            
             
               Vnto
               as
               many
               Enuies
               ,
               there
               ,
               as
               Eyes
               .
            
             
               That
               Princes
               ,
               since
               they
               know
               it
               is
               their
               Fate
               ,
            
             
               Oft-times
               ,
               to
               haue
               the
               secrets
               of
               their
               state
            
             
               Betraid
               to
               Fame
               ,
               should
               take
               more
               care
               ,
               and
               feare
            
             
               In
               publique
               Acts
               what
               face
               and
               forme
               they
               beare
               .
            
             
               She
               then
               remembred
               to
               his
               thought
               ,
               the
               Place
            
             
               Where
               he
               was
               going
               ;
               and
               the
               vpward
               race
            
             
               Of
               Kings
               ,
               praeceding
               him
               in
               that
               high
               Court
               ;
            
             
               Their
               Lawes
               ,
               their
               Endes
               ;
               the
               Men
               she
               did
               report
               :
            
             
               and
               all
               so
               iustly
               ,
               as
               his
               Eare
               was
               ioy'd
            
             
               To
               heare
               the
               Truth
               ,
               from
               spight
               ,
               or
               flattery
               voyd
               .
            
             
               She
               shewd
               him
               ,
               who
               made
               wise
               ,
               who
               honest
               Acts
               ;
            
             
               Who
               both
               ,
               who
               neither
               :
               all
               the
               cunning
               tracts
               ,
            
             
               And
               thriuing
               statutes
               she
               could
               promptly
               note
               ;
            
             
               The
               bloody
               ,
               base
               ,
               and
               barbarous
               she
               did
               quote
               ;
            
             
               Where
               Lawes
               were
               made
               to
               serue
               the
               Tyran
               '
               will
               ;
            
             
               Where
               sleeping
               they
               could
               saue
               ,
               and
               waking
               kill
               ;
            
             
               Where
               Acts
               gaue
               Licence
               to
               impetuous
               lust●
            
             
               To
               bury
               Churches
               ,
               in
               forgo●ten
               dust
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               their
               ruines
               raise
               the
               Pandars
               Bowers
               :
            
             
               When
               ,
               publique
               Iustice
               borrow'd
               all
               her
               Powers
            
             
               From
               priuate
               Chambers
               ;
               that
               could
               then
               create
            
             
               Lawes
               ,
               Iudges
               ,
               Consellors
               ,
               yea
               Prince
               ,
               and
               State.
            
             
               All
               this
               she
               told
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
               with
               bleeding
               Eyes
               ;
            
             
               For
               Right
               is
               as
               compassionate
               as
               wise
               .
            
             
               Nor
               did
               he
               seeme
               their
               vices
               so
               to
               loue
               ,
            
             
               As
               once
               defend
               ,
               what
               THEMIS
               did
               reproue
               .
            
             
             
               For
               though
               by
               Right
               ,
               and
               b●nefite
               of
               Times
               ,
            
             
               He
               ownde
               their
               Crowns
               ,
               he
               would
               not
               so
               their
               crimes
               .
            
             
               He
               knew
               that
               Princes
               ,
               who
               had
               sold
               their
               Fame
            
             
               To
               their
               voluptuous
               lustes
               ,
               had
               lost
               their
               Name
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               no
               wretch
               was
               more
               vnblest
               then
               he
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               necessary
               good
               t'
               was
               now
               to
               be
            
             
               An
               euill
               King
               :
               And
               so
               must
               such
               be
               still
               ,
            
             
               Who
               once
               haue
               got
               the
               habit
               to
               doe
               ill
               .
            
             
               One
               wickednesse
               another
               must
               defend
               ;
            
             
               For
               Vice
               is
               safe
               ,
               while
               she
               hath
               Vice
               to
               friend
               .
            
             
               He
               knew
               ,
               that
               those
               ,
               who
               would
               ,
               with
               loue
               ,
               command
               ,
            
             
               Must
               with
               a
               tender
               (
               yet
               a
               stedfast
               )
               hand
            
             
               Sustayne
               the
               raynes
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               checke
               forbeare
            
             
               To
               offer
               cause
               of
               Iniurie
               ,
               or
               Feare
               .
            
             
               That
               Kings
               ,
               by
               their
               example
               ,
               more
               do
               sway
            
             
               Then
               by
               their
               Power
               ;
               and
               men
               do
               more
               obay
            
             
               When
               they
               are
               lead
               ,
               then
               when
               they
               are
               compell'd
               .
            
             
               In
               all
               these
               knowing
               Artes
               our
               Prince
               excell'd
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               the
               Dame
               had
               dried
               her
               dropping
               eyne
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               like
               an
               April
               Iris
               ,
               flew
               her
               shine
            
             
               About
               the
               streetes
               ,
               as
               it
               would
               force
               a
               spring
            
             
               From
               out
               the
               stones
               ,
               to
               gratulate
               the
               King.
            
             
               She
               blest
               the
               People
               ,
               that
               in
               shoales
               did
               swim
            
             
               To
               heare
               her
               speech
               ;
               which
               still
               began
               in
               him
            
             
               And
               ceas'd
               in
               them
               .
               She
               told
               them
               ,
               what
               a
               Fate
            
             
               Was
               gently
               falne
               from
               Heauen
               vpon
               this
               State
               ;
            
             
               How
               deare
               a
               Father
               they
               did
               now
               enioy
            
             
               That
               came
               to
               saue
               ,
               what
               Discord
               would
               destroy
               :
            
             
             
               And
               entring
               with
               the
               power
               of
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               The
               Temp'rance
               of
               a
               priuate
               Man
               did
               bring
               .
            
             
               That
               wan
               affections
               ,
               ere
               his
               steps
               wan
               ground
               ;
            
             
               And
               was
               not
               hot
               ,
               or
               couetous
               to
               be
               crown'd
            
             
               Before
               mens
               hearts
               had
               crown'd
               him
               .
               Who
               (
               vnlike
            
             
               Those
               greater
               bodies
               of
               the
               sky
               ,
               that
               strike
            
             
               The
               lesser
               fiers
               dim
               )
               in
               his
               accesse
            
             
               Brighter
               then
               all
               ,
               hath
               yet
               made
               no
               one
               lesse
               ;
            
             
               Though
               many
               greater
               :
               and
               the
               most
               ,
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               Wherein
               ,
               his
               Choise
               was
               happie
               with
               the
               rest
            
             
               Of
               his
               great
               actions
               ,
               first
               to
               see
               ,
               and
               do
            
             
               What
               all
               mens
               wishes
               did
               aspire
               vnto
               .
            
             
               Hereat
               ,
               the
               People
               could
               no
               longer
               hold
            
             
               Their
               bursting
               ioyes
               ;
               but
               through
               the
               ayre
               was
               rol'd
            
             
               The
               length'ned
               showt
               ,
               as
               when
               th'
               Artillery
            
             
               Of
               Heauen
               is
               discharg'd
               along
               the
               sky
               :
            
             
               And
               this
               Confession
               flew
               from
               euery
               voyce
               .
            
             
               Neuer
               had
               Land
               more
               reason
               to
               reioyce
               .
            
             
               Nor
               to
               her
               blisse
               ,
               could
               ought
               now
               added
               bee
               ,
            
             
               Saue
               ,
               that
               she
               might
               the
               same
               perpetuall
               see
               :
            
             
               Which
               when
               Time
               ,
               Nature
               ,
               and
               the
               Fates
               deny'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               twice
               lowder
               showte
               aga●ne
               they
               cry'd
               .
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               let
               blest
               Brittaine
               aske
               (
               without
               your
               wrong
               )
            
             
               Still
               to
               haue
               such
               a
               King
               ,
               and
               this
               King
               long
               .
            
             
               Solus
               Rex
               ,
               &
               Poëta
               non
               quotannis
               nascitur
               .
            
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
             
             
               A
               PARTICVLAR
               ENTERTAINment
               of
               the
               QVEENE
               and
               PRINCE
               
                 their
                 Highnesse
                 to
              
               Althrope
               ,
               
                 at
                 the
              
               Right
               Honourable
               the
               Lord
               SPENCERS
               ,
               on
               
                 Saterday
                 being
                 the
                 25.
                 of
                 Iune
                 1603.
                 as
                 they
                 came
              
               first
               into
               the
               Kingdome
               ;
               being
               written
               by
               
                 the
                 same
                 Author
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 before
              
               published
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               THe
               Inuention
               was
               ,
               to
               haue
               a
               Satyre
               lodged
               in
               a
               little
               Spinet
               ,
               by
               which
               her
               Maiestie
               ,
               and
               the
               Prince
               were
               to
               come
               ,
               who
               (
               at
               the
               report
               of
               certaine
               Cornets
               that
               were
               diuided
               in
               seuerall
               places
               of
               the
               Parke
               ,
               to
               signifie
               her
               approach
               )
               aduanced
               his
               head
               aboue
               the
               toppe
               of
               the
               wood
               ,
               wondering
               ,
               and
               (
               with
               his
               Pipe
               in
               his
               hand
               )
               began
               as
               followeth
               .
            
             
               
                 SATIRE
                 .
              
               
                 HEre
                 ?
                 there
                 ?
                 and
                 euery
                 where
                 ?
              
               
                 Some
                 solemnities
                 are
                 neare
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 these
                 changes
                 strike
                 mine
                 eare
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Pipe
                 and
                 I
                 a
                 part
                 shall
                 beare
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 a
                 short
                 straine
                 with
                 his
                 Pipe
                 ;
                 againe
                 .
              
               
                 Looke
                 ,
                 see
                 ;
                 (
                 beshrew
                 this
                 Tree
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 What
                 may
                 all
                 this
                 wonder
                 be
                 ?
              
               
                 Pipe
                 it
                 ,
                 who
                 that
                 list
                 for
                 me
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 flie
                 out
                 abroade
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 hee
                 leaped
                 downe
                 ,
                 and
                 gazing
                 the
                 Queene
                 and
                 Prince
                 in
                 the
                 face
                 ,
                 went
                 forward
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 Cyparissus
                 face
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Dame
                 hath
                 Syrinx
                 grace
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 Pan
                 were
                 now
                 in
                 Place
                 ,
              
               
                 Sure
                 they
                 are
                 of
                 heauenly
                 race
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 he
                 ranne
                 into
                 the
                 wood
                 againe
                 ,
                 and
                 hid
                 himselfe
                 
                 whilst
                 to
                 the
                 sound
                 of
                 excellent
                 soft
                 Musique
                 that
                 was
                 there
                 conceald
                 in
                 the
                 thicket
                 ;
                 there
                 came
                 tripping
                 vp
                 the
                 lawne
                 ,
                 a
                 Beuy
                 of
                 Faeries
                 attending
                 on
                 Mab
                 their
                 Queene
                 ,
                 who
                 falling
                 into
                 an
                 artificiall
                 ring
                 ,
                 that
                 was
                 there
                 cut
                 in
                 the
                 pathe
                 ,
                 began
                 to
                 daunce
                 a
                 round
                 ,
                 whilst
                 their
                 Mistresse
                 spake
                 as
                 followeth
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 FA●RIE
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Haile
                   ,
                   and
                   welcome
                   worthiest
                   Queene
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ioy
                   had
                   neuer
                   perfect
                   beene
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   Nimphes
                   that
                   haunt
                   this
                   Greene
                   ,
                
                 
                   Had
                   they
                   not
                   this
                   euening
                   seene
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Now
                   they
                   Print
                   it
                   on
                   the
                   Ground
                
                 
                   With
                   their
                   feete
                   in
                   figures
                   round
                   ,
                
                 
                   Markes
                   that
                   will
                   be
                   euer
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   remember
                   this
                   glad
                   stound
                   .
                
              
            
             
               The
               Satyre
               peeping
               out
               of
               the
               bush
               ,
               said
               .
            
             
               Trust
               her
               not
               you
               bonny-bell
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               will
               forty
               leasinges
               tell
               ,
            
             
               I
               doe
               know
               her
               pranks
               right
               well
               ,
            
             
               
                 FA●RIE
                 .
              
               
                 Satyre
                 ,
                 wee
                 must
                 haue
                 a
                 spell
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 your
                 tongue
                 ,
                 it
                 runnes
                 to
                 fleete
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SATYRE
                 .
              
               
                 Not
                 so
                 nimbly
                 as
                 your
                 feete
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 about
                 the
                 creame-boules
                 sweete
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 your
                 Elues
                 do
                 meete
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Here
               hee
               came
               hopping
               forth
               ,
               and
               mixing
               himselfe
               with
               the
               Faeries
               skipped
               in
               ,
               out
               ,
               and
               about
               their
               Circle
               ,
               while
               the
               Elues
               made
               many
               offers
               to
               catch
               at
               him
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               Mab
               the
               mistresse-Faerie
               ,
            
             
               That
               doth
               nightly
               rob
               the
               Dairie
               ,
            
             
               And
               can
               hurt
               ,
               or
               helpe
               the
               cherning
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               shee
               please
               )
               without
               discerning
               .
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Pug
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 anone
                 take
                 warning
                 ?
              
               
                 Shee
                 ,
                 that
                 pinches
                 countrey
                 wenches
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 rub
                 not
                 cleane
                 their
                 benches
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 sharper
                 Nailes
                 remembers
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 rake
                 not
                 vp
                 their
                 Embers
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 so
                 they
                 chaunce
                 to
                 feast
                 her
              
               
                 In
                 a
                 shooe
                 she
                 drops
                 a
                 tester
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Shall
                 we
                 strip
                 the
                 skipping
                 Iester
                 ?
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 shee
                 ,
                 that
                 empties
                 Cradles
                 ,
              
               
                 Takes
                 out
                 Children
                 ,
                 puts
                 in
                 Ladles
                 :
              
               
                 Traines
                 forth
                 Midwiues
                 in
                 their
                 slumber
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 siue
                 the
                 holes
                 to
                 number
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 leads
                 them
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 Borroughs
              
               
                 Home
                 through
                 Ponds
                 ,
                 and
                 water
                 furrows
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Shall
                 not
                 all
                 this
                 mocking
                 stir
                 vs
                 ?
              
               
                 Shee
                 can
                 start
                 our
                 Franklins
                 daughters
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 with
                 shrikes
                 ,
                 and
                 laughters
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 sweet
                 
                   Saint
                   Anne's
                
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 Feed
                 them
                 with
                 a
                 promisd
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Some
                 of
                 husbands
                 ,
                 some
                 of
                 Louers
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 an
                 empty
                 dreame
                 discouers
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Satyre
                 ,
                 vengeance
                 neere
                 you
                 houers
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 hope
                 that
                 you
                 would
                 come
                 here
              
               
                 Yester-eue
                 the
                 Lady
                 *
                 Summer
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 inuited
                 to
                 a
                 Banpuet
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 (
                 in
                 sooth
                 )
                 I
                 con
                 you
                 thanke
                 yet
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 you
                 could
                 so
                 well
                 deceiue
                 her
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 pride
                 which
                 gan
                 vp-heaue
                 her
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 (
                 by
                 this
                 )
                 would
                 so
                 haue
                 blowne
                 her
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 no
                 wood-god
                 should
                 haue
                 known
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 Heere
                 he
                 skipped
                 into
                 the
                 Wood.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Mistres
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 onely
                 spight
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 you
                 would
                 not
                 yester-night
              
               
                 Kisse
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 Cock-shoutlight
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 came
                 againe
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 SATIRE
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 Pan
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 hast
                 hit
                 it
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 they
                 layd
                 hould
                 on
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 nipt
                 him
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 FAERY●
                 
              
               
                 Fai●ies
                 ,
                 pinch
                 him
                 black
                 and
                 blew
                 ,
              
               
                 Now
                 you
                 haue
                 him
                 〈◊〉
                 him
                 rue
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 SATIR●●
                 
              
               
                 O
                 ,
                 hold
                 ,
                 Mab
                 :
                 I
                 sue
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ELFE.
                 
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 the
                 Deuill
                 shall
                 haue
                 his
                 due
                 .
              
            
             
               There
               hee
               ran
               quite
               awaye
               and
               left
               them
               in
               a
               confusion
               while
               the
               Faery
               began
               againe
               ,
            
             
               
               
                 SATIRE
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Pardon
                   Lady
                   this
                   wild
                   straine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Common
                   with
                   the
                   Syluan
                   traine
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   do
                   skip
                   about
                   this
                   plaine
                   :
                
                 
                   Elues
                   ,
                   apply
                   your
                   Gyre
                   againe
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   And
                   whilst
                   some
                   do
                   hop
                   the
                   ring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   shall
                   play
                   ,
                   and
                   some
                   shall
                   sing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wee
                   le
                   expresse
                   in
                   euery
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                   Oranas
                   well-comming
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                       SONG
                       .
                    
                     
                       THis
                       is
                       shee
                       ,
                    
                     
                       This
                       is
                       shee
                       ,
                    
                     
                       In
                       whose
                       world
                       of
                       Grace
                    
                     
                       Euery
                       Season
                       ,
                       Person
                       ,
                       Place
                       ,
                    
                     
                       That
                       receiue
                       her
                       ,
                       happie
                       be
                       ,
                    
                     
                       For
                       with
                       no
                       lesse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Then
                       *
                       a
                       Kingdomes
                       happinesse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Doth
                       shee
                       priuate
                       §
                       Lares
                       blesse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       ours
                       aboue
                       the
                       rest
                       :
                    
                     
                       By
                       how
                       m●ch
                       we
                       deserue
                       it
                       least
                       .
                    
                     
                       Long
                       line
                       〈◊〉
                    
                     
                       To
                       exceed
                       (
                       whom
                       shee
                       succeeds
                       )
                       our
                       late
                       Diana
                       .
                    
                  
                
              
            
             
               
                 FAE●Y
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Madame
                   ,
                   now
                   an
                   end
                   to
                   make
                   ,
                
                 
                   Deigne
                   a
                   simple
                   guift
                   to
                   take
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Only
                   for
                   the
                   Faeries
                   sake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   about
                   you
                   still
                   shall
                   wake
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   T
                   is
                   done
                   only
                   to
                   supply
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   suspected
                   courtesy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   (
                   since
                   Thamyra
                   did
                   dye
                   )
                
                 
                   Hath
                   not
                   brookt
                   a
                   Ladyes
                   eye
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Nor
                   allow'd
                   about
                   his
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   Any
                   of
                   the
                   female
                   race
                   .
                
                 
                   Only
                   we
                   are
                   free
                   to
                   trace
                
                 
                   All
                   his
                   grounds
                   ,
                   as
                   he
                   to
                   chase
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   For
                   which
                   Bountie
                   to
                   vs
                   lent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   him
                   vnknowledgde
                   ,
                   or
                   vnsent
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   prepar'd
                   this
                   *
                   Complement
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   as
                   farre
                   from
                   cheape
                   intent
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   In
                   particular
                   to
                   feede
                   ,
                
                 
                   Any
                   hope
                   that
                   should
                   succede
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   our
                   glory
                   by
                   the
                   deed
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   your selfe
                   are
                   from
                   the
                   need
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Vtter
                   not
                   ;
                   we
                   you
                   implore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   did
                   giue
                   it
                   ,
                   nor
                   wherefore
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   euer
                   you
                   restore
                
                 
                   Your selfe
                   to
                   vs
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   haue
                   more
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Highest
                   ,
                   happiest
                   Queene
                   farewell
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   beware
                   you
                   do
                   not
                   tell
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 Here
                 the
                 Faeries
                 hopt
                 away
                 in
                 a
                 fantastique
                 daunce
                 ,
                 when
                 on
                 a
                 sodaine
                 the
                 Satyre
                 discouered
                 himselfe
                 againe
                 and
                 came
                 ●oorth
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SATYRE
                 .
              
               
                 Not
                 tell
                 ?
                 Ha
                 ,
                 ha
                 ,
                 I
                 could
                 smile
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 this
                 old
                 ,
                 and
                 toothlesse
                 wile
                 .
              
               
                 ●●dy
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 beene
                 no
                 sleeper
                 ,
              
               
                 Shee
                 belies
                 the
                 noble
                 Keeper
                 .
              
               
                 Say
                 ,
                 that
                 heere
                 he
                 like
                 the
                 Groues
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 pursue
                 no
                 ●●●raine
                 Loues
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 he
                 therefore
                 to
                 be
                 deemed
                 ,
              
               
                 Rude
                 ,
                 or
                 sau●dge
                 ?
                 or
                 esteemed
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 a
                 sorry
                 Entertainer
                 ,
              
               
                 Cause
                 he
                 is
                 no
                 common
                 strainer
                 :
              
               
                 After
                 painted
                 Nimphes
                 for
                 sauors
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 that
                 in
                 his
                 Garbe
                 he
                 sauors
              
               
                 Little
                 of
                 the
                 nice●y
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 sprucer
                 Courtiery
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 the
                 Ros●●y
                 of
                 kisses
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 the
                 oath
                 that
                 neuer
                 misses
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 ,
                 
                   Beleeue
                   me
                   on
                   the
                   brest
                
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 telling
                 some
                 mans
                 iest
                 ,
              
               
                 Thinking
                 to
                 preferre
                 his
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 Equall
                 with
                 his
                 suite
                 by
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 meane
                 his
                 Clothes
                 :
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 doth
                 no
                 such
                 humor
                 flow
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 can
                 neither
                 bribe
                 a
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Nor
                 encounter
                 my
                 Lords
                 face
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 pliant
                 smile
                 ,
                 and
                 flatter
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 this
                 lately
                 were
                 some
                 matter
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 making
                 of
                 a
                 Courtier
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 he
                 hopes
                 he
                 shall
                 resort
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 Safer
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 more
                 allowance
                 ▪
              
               
                 Since
                 a
                 hand
                 hath
                 gouernance
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 hath
                 giuen
                 those
                 Customes
                 chase
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hath
                 brought
                 his
                 owne
                 in
                 place
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 now
                 a
                 wish
                 could
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 God-like
                 person
                 of
                 a
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 should
                 euen
                 Enuiefinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Cause
                 of
                 wonder
                 at
                 the
                 minde
              
               
                 Of
                 our
                 Wood-man
                 :
                 But
                 loe
                 where
              
               
                 His
                 Kingly
                 Image
                 doth
                 appeare
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 all
                 this
                 while
                 neglected
                 :
              
               
                 Pardon
                 (
                 Lord
                 )
                 you
                 are
                 respected
              
               
                 Deepe
                 as
                 is
                 the
                 Keepers
                 hart
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 deere
                 in
                 euery
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 See
                 ,
                 
                 for
                 instance
                 where
                 he
                 sends
              
               
                 His
                 Sonne
                 ,
                 his
                 Heire
                 ;
                 who
                 humbly
                 bends
              
               
                 Lowe
                 ,
                 as
                 is
                 his
                 Fathers
                 earth
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 wombe
                 that
                 gaue
                 you
                 birth
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 he
                 was
                 directed
                 first
                 .
              
               
                 Next
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 of
                 whome
                 the
                 thirst
              
               
                 Of
                 seeing
                 takes
                 away
                 the
                 vse
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 part
                 ,
                 should
                 plead
                 excuse
              
               
                 For
                 his
                 boldnesse
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 lesse
              
               
               
                 By
                 his
                 comlie
                 shamfastnesse
                 .
              
               
                 Rise
                 vp
                 Sir
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 betray
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 I
                 thinke
                 you
                 haue
                 to
                 say
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 your
                 Father
                 giues
                 you
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Freely
                 as
                 to
                 him
                 you
                 were
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 seruice
                 of
                 this
                 Prince
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 you
                 these
                 Instruments
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 wilde
                 and
                 Sy●●an
                 trade
                 ,
              
               
                 Better
                 not
                 〈◊〉
                 had
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bow
                 was
                 Ph●ebas
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 horne
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Orion
                 often
                 worne
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Dog
                 of
                 Sparta
                 breed
                 ,
                 and
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 can
                 ring
                 within
                 a
                 Wood
                 :
              
               
                 Thence
                 his
                 name
                 is
                 :
                 you
                 shall
                 trye
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 hunteth
                 instantly
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 perhaps
                 the
                 Queene
                 your
                 mother
                 ,
              
               
                 Rather
                 doth
                 affect
                 some
                 other
              
               
                 Sport
                 ,
                 as
                 coursing
                 :
                 we
                 will
                 proue
              
               
                 Which
                 her
                 Highnesse
                 most
                 doth
                 loue
                 .
              
               
                 Satyres
                 let
                 the
                 Woods
                 refound
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 shall
                 haue
                 their
                 welcome
                 crownd
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 abrace
                 of
                 〈◊〉
                 to
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 that
                 ,
                 the
                 whole
                 Wood
                 and
                 place
                 re●ounded
                 with
                 the
                 noise
                 of
                 Cornets
                 ,
                 Hornes
                 ,
                 and
                 other
                 Hunting
                 Musique
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 brace
                 of
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 p●t
                 out
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 fortunately
                 killd
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 were
                 meant
                 to
                 be
                 ;
                 euen
                 in
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 her
                 Maiesti●
                 .
              
               
               
                 This
                 was
                 the
                 first
                 Nights
                 shew
                 .
                 Where
                 the
                 next
                 day
                 being
                 Sunday
                 ,
                 she
                 rested
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 Monday
                 ,
                 till
                 after
                 dinuer
                 ;
                 where
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 speach
                 sodainly
                 thought
                 on
                 ,
                 to
                 induce
                 a
                 Morrise
                 of
                 the
                 Clownes
                 there
                 about
                 ,
                 who
                 most
                 officiouslie
                 presented
                 themselues
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 the
                 throng
                 of
                 the
                 Countrey
                 that
                 came
                 in
                 ,
                 their
                 Speaker
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 hard
                 ,
                 who
                 was
                 in
                 the
                 person
                 of
                 No-body
                 ,
                 to
                 deliuer
                 this
                 following
                 speach
                 and
                 attired
                 in
                 a
                 paire
                 of
                 Breeches
                 which
                 were
                 made
                 to
                 come
                 vp
                 to
                 his
                 neck
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 armes
                 out
                 at
                 his
                 pockets
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Cap
                 drowning
                 his
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 
                   If
                   my
                   outside
                   moue
                   your
                   Laughter
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pray
                   Ioue
                   ,
                   my
                   inside
                   be
                   thereafter
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Queene
                   ,
                   Prince
                   ,
                   Duke
                   ,
                   Earles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Countesses
                   ;
                   you
                   courtly
                   Pearles
                   :
                
                 
                   (
                   And
                   ,
                   I
                   hope
                   no
                   mortall
                   sinne
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   I
                   put
                   lesse
                   Ladyes
                   in
                   )
                
                 
                   Faire
                   saluted
                   bee
                   you
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   this
                   time
                   it
                   doth
                   befall
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   are
                   the
                   Huisher
                   to
                   a
                   Morrise
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   A
                   kind
                   of
                   Masque
                   )
                   whereof
                   good
                   store
                   is
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   Countrey
                   here
                   about
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   ,
                   the
                   choise
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   rout
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   because
                   that
                   no
                   man
                   sent
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   Haue
                   got
                   No-body
                   to
                   present
                   them
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   are
                   Things
                   haue
                   no
                   suspicion
                
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   ill
                   doing
                   :
                   nor
                   Ambition
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   well
                   :
                   but
                   as
                   the
                   Pipe
                
                 
                   Shall
                   inspire
                   them
                   ,
                   meane
                   to
                   skip
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   come
                   to
                   see
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   bee
                   seene
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   they
                   dance
                   afore
                   the
                   Queene
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ther
                   's
                   none
                   of
                   these
                   doth
                   hope
                   to
                   come
                   by
                
                 
                   Wealth
                   ,
                   to
                   build
                   another
                   Holmby
                   :
                
                 
                   All
                   those
                   dauncing
                   dayes
                   are
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   Men
                   must
                   now
                   haue
                   more
                   then
                   one
                
                 
                   Grace
                   ,
                   to
                   build
                   their
                   fortunes
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   Else
                   our
                   soules
                   would
                   sure
                   haue
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   by
                   this
                   time
                   to
                   our
                   feete
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   not
                   deny
                   where
                   Graces
                   meete
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   man
                   ,
                   that
                   quality
                
                 
                   Is
                   a
                   gracefull
                   Property
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   dauncing
                   is
                   his
                   best
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Beshrew
                   me
                   )
                   I
                   suspect
                   the
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   am
                   No-body
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   Breath
                
                 
                   (
                   Soone
                   as
                   it
                   is
                   borne
                   )
                   hath
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   on
                   Clownes
                   forsake
                   your
                   dumps
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   bestir
                   your
                   Ho●naild
                   stumps
                   ,
                
                 
                   Do
                   your
                   worst
                   ,
                   I
                   le
                   vndertake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   a
                   Ierke
                   you
                   haue
                   shall
                   make
                
                 
                   Any
                   Lady
                   here
                   in
                   Loue.
                
                 
                   Perhaps
                   your
                   Foole
                   ,
                   or
                   so
                   ,
                   may
                   moue
                
                 
                   Some
                   Ladies
                   woman
                   with
                   a
                   Trick
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   vpon
                   it
                   she
                   may
                   pick
                
                 
                   A
                   paire
                   of
                   reuelling
                   legs
                   or
                   two
                   ,
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   you
                   with
                   much
                   a
                   doe
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   But
                   see
                   the
                   Hobby-horse
                   is
                   forgot
                   .
                
                 
                   Foole
                   it
                   must
                   bee
                   your
                   lot
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   supplie
                   his
                   want
                   with
                   faces
                
                 
                   And
                   some
                   other
                   Busson
                   graces
                
                 
                   You
                   know
                   how
                   ;
                   Piper
                   playe
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   let
                   no
                   body
                   hence
                   away
                   .
                
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 also
                 another
                 parting
                 speach
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 to
                 haue
                 been
                 presented
                 in
                 the
                 person
                 of
                 a
                 youth
                 ,
                 and
                 accompained
                 with
                 diuerse
                 Gentlemens
                 yonger
                 sonnes
                 of
                 the
                 Countrey
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 the
                 Multitudinous
                 presse
                 ,
                 was
                 also
                 hindred
                 .
                 And
                 which
                 wee
                 haue
                 here
                 adioyned
                 .
              
               
                 ANd
                 will
                 you
                 then
                 
                   Mirror
                   of
                   Queenes
                
                 depart
                 ?
              
               
                 Shall
                 nothing
                 stay
                 you
                 ?
                 not
                 my
                 Masters
                 heart
              
               
                 That
                 pants
                 to
                 leese
                 the
                 comfort
                 of
                 your
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 see
                 his
                 Day
                 e●e
                 it
                 be
                 old
                 grow
                 Night
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 a
                 Goddesse
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 will
                 be
                 done
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 our
                 last
                 hope
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 as
                 the
                 Sunne
              
               
                 Cheares
                 obiects
                 far
                 remou'd
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 neare
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 where
                 soe're
                 you
                 shine
                 ,
                 you
                 'le
                 sparkle
                 here
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 deare
                 Lord
                 ,
                 on
                 whome
                 my
                 couetous
                 eye
              
               
                 Doth
                 feede
                 it selfe
                 but
                 cannot
                 satisfie
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 shoote
                 vp
                 fast
                 in
                 spirit
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 yeares
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 when
                 vpon
                 her
                 head
                 proud
                 Europe
                 weares
              
               
                 Her
                 stateliest
                 tire
                 ,
                 you
                 may
                 appeare
                 thereon
              
               
                 The
                 richest
                 Gem
                 without
                 a
                 paragon
                 .
              
               
                 Shine
                 bright
                 and
                 fixed
                 as
                 the
                 Artic●●
                 starre
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 when
                 flow
                 Time
                 hath
                 made
                 you
                 fit
                 for
                 war
                 ,
              
               
                 Looke
                 ouer
                 the
                 strict
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 and
                 thinke
                 where
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 but
                 leade
                 vs
                 forth
                 ,
                 that
                 grow
                 vp
                 here
              
               
                 Against
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 when
                 our
                 officious
                 swords
              
               
                 Shall
                 speake
                 our
                 action
                 better
                 then
                 our
                 words
                 .
              
               
                 Till
                 then
                 ,
                 all
                 good
                 euent
                 conspire
                 to
                 crowne
              
               
                 Your
                 Parents
                 hopes
                 ,
                 our
                 zeale
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 renowne
                 .
              
               
                 Peace
                 ,
                 vsher
                 now
                 your
                 steps
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 you
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 Enuie
                 still
                 stroke
                 blind
                 ,
                 and
                 Flattery
                 dumbe
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 much
                 (
                 which
                 was
                 the
                 least
                 of
                 the
                 Entert●i●ement
                 in
                 respect
                 of
                 the
                 reality
                 ,
                 abondance
                 ,
                 delicacie
                 ,
                 and
                 order
                 of
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 )
                 to
                 doe
                 that
                 seruiceable
                 right
                 ,
                 to
                 his
                 noble
                 Friend
                 ,
                 which
                 his
                 affection
                 owes
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Lordships
                 merit
                 may
                 challenge
                 ,
                 the
                 Author
                 hath
                 sufferd
                 to
                 come
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 encounter
                 Censure
                 :
                 and
                 not
                 here
                 vnnecessarily
                 adioyned
                 ,
                 being
                 performed
                 to
                 the
                 same
                 Queene
                 &
                 Prince
                 ;
                 who
                 were
                 no
                 little
                 part
                 of
                 these
                 more
                 labord
                 and
                 ●riumphall
                 shewes
                 .
                 And
                 to
                 whose
                 greatest
                 part
                 ,
                 he
                 knowes
                 the
                 Ho.
                 L.
                 (
                 had
                 he
                 beene
                 so
                 blest
                 as
                 to
                 haue
                 seene
                 him
                 at
                 his
                 Lodge
                 )
                 would
                 haue
                 stretcht
                 in
                 obseruance
                 ,
                 though
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 in
                 Loue
                 or
                 zeale
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A04637-e220
           
             Annal.
             lib.
             14.
             
          
           
             Camd.
             Bri●
             .
             374.
             
          
           
             Lib.
             8.
             
             Epig.
             36
             
          
           
             Brit.
             367.
             
          
           
             De
             mallij
             Theodor.
             cons.
             Panegyri
             .
          
           
             Eclog.
             1.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             10.
             16.
             
          
           
             Prou.
             8.
             15.
             
          
           
             Antiqui
             Genium
             omniū
             gignendarum
             rerum
             existimarūt
             Deum
             :
             et
             vrbib
             .
             quam
             hominib
             .
             vel
             caeteris
             rebus
             natū
             .
             Lil.
             Gre.
             Gy.
             in
             Synt.
             deor
             .
             15.
             
             &
             Rosin
             .
             Antiq.
             Ro.
             lib.
             2.
             cap.
             14.
             
          
           
             Civica
             corona
             fit
             è
             fronde
             querna
             ,
             quoniam
             cibus
             ,
             victusque
             antiquissimus
             querceus
             capisolitus
             sit
             .
             Ros.
             libr.
             10.
             cap.
             ●7
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             ●ascicul●
             v●●garum
             ,
             intra
             quas
             obligata
             securis
             erat
             ,
             sic
             ,
             vt
             ferrum
             in
             summo
             fasce
             extaret
             ,
             Ros.
             lib.
             7.
             cap.
             3.
             vbi
             notandum
             est
             ,
             non
             debere
             precipitem
             ,
             &
             solutam
             iram
             esse
             magistratus
             .
             Mora
             enim
             allata
             ,
             &
             cunctatio
             ,
             dum
             sensim
             virgae
             solvuntur
             ,
             identidem
             consilium
             mutauit
             deplect●ndo
             .
             Quando
             autem
             vitia
             quaedam
             sunt
             corrigibilia
             ,
             deplorata
             alia
             ;
             castigant
             virgae
             ,
             quod
             revocari
             valet
             ,
             immendabile
             secures
             praecidunt
             .
             Plut.
             Prob.
             Rom.
             82.
             
          
           
             Octa
             :
             Act
             :
             2
             
          
           
             Aen.
             lib.
             8.
             
          
           
             Amor.
             lib.
             3.
             el.
             5.
             
          
           
             Hor.
             car
             .
             ●
             .
             ode
             27.
             
          
           
             &
             Ode
             .
             37
             
          
           
             Stat.
             Syl.
             4.
             
             Epu
             .
             Domit.
             
          
           
             Virg.
             Ecl.
             ●
             .
          
           
             Aene.
             1.
             
          
           
             Aene.
             1.
             
          
           
             Met.
             1.
             
          
           
             De
             4.
             
             Cons.
             Honor.
             Panegyri
             
          
           
             Pub.
             Syr.
             Mi.
             
          
           
             Clau.
             de
             laud.
             Stil
             .
             lib.
             3.
             
          
           
             a
             a
             As
             being
             the
             first
             ,
             free
             ,
             and
             naturall
             gouernement
             of
             this
             Iland
             ,
             after
             it
             came
             to
             ciuilitie
             .
          
           
             a
             a
             In
             respect
             they
             vver
             all
             Cōquests
             &
             the
             obedience
             of
             the
             subiect
             more
             inforced
             .
          
           
             b
             b
             
               Rather
               then
               the
               Citie
               shuld
               vvant
               a
               Founder
               ,
               vve
               choose
               to
               folovve
               the
               receiu'd
               story
               of
               Brute
               ,
               vvhether
               fabulous
               ,
               or
               true
               ,
               and
               not
               altogether
               vnvvarrāted
               in
               Poetrie
               :
               since
               it
               is
               a
               fauor
               of
               Antiquity
               to
               fevv
               cities
               ,
               to
               let
               them
               knovv
               their
               first
               Authors
               .
               Besides
               ,
               a
               learned
               Poet
               of
               our
               time
               ,
               in
               a
               most
               elegāt
               vvork
               of
               his
               
                 Con.
                 Tam.
                 &
              
               ISIS
               ,
               celebrating
               London
               hath
               this
               verse
               of
               her
               :
            
             
               
                 Aemula
                 maternae
                 tollens
                 sua
                 lumina
                 Troiae
                 .
              
               Here
               is
               also
               an
               antient
               rite
               alluded
               to
               in
               the
               building
               of
               Citties
               ,
               vvhich
               vvas
               to
               giue
               them
               their
               boundes
               vvith
               a
               plough
               ,
               according
               to
               
                 Vir.
                 Aen.
                 li.
                 10.
                 
                 Interea
                 Aeneas
                 vrbem
                 designat
                 Aratro
                 .
              
               And
               
                 Isidore
                 li.
                 15.
                 cap.
                 2.
                 
                 Vrbs
                 vocata
                 ab
                 orbe
                 ,
                 quod
                 antiquae
                 ciuitates
                 in
                 orbem
                 fiebant
                 ;
                 vel
                 ab
                 vrbe
                 parte
                 ●●ratri
                 ,
                 quo
                 muri
                 designabantur
                 ,
                 vnde
                 est
                 illud
                 .
                 Optauitque
                 locum
                 regno
                 &
                 concludere
                 sulco
                 .
              
            
          
           
             c
             c
             Primigenius
             sulcus
             dicitur
             ,
             qui
             in
             condenda
             noua
             vrbe
             ,
             taur●
             &
             vacca
             designationis
             causa
             imprimitur
             ;
             
               Hitherto
               respects
               that
               of
            
             Camd.
             Brit.
             368.
             
               speaking
               of
               this
               Cittie
            
             ,
             Quicunque
             autem
             condiderit
             ,
             vitali
             genio
             ,
             constructam
             fuisse
             ipsius
             fortuna
             docuit
             .
          
           
             d
             d
             
               For
               so
               all
               happy
               dayes
               vvere
               .
            
             Plin.
             cap.
             40.
             lib.
             7.
             
             Nat.
             Hist.
             
               To
               vvhich
            
             Horace
             alludes
             ,
             lib.
             1.
             ode
             .
             36.
             
             Cressa
             ne
             careat
             pulchra
             dies
             nota
             .
             
               And
               the
               other
            
             Plin.
             epist.
             11.
             lib.
             6.
             
             O
             diem
             laetum
             ,
             not
             and
             umque
             mihi
             candidissimo
             calculo
             .
             
               With
               many
               other
               in
               many
               places
               .
            
             Mart.
             lib.
             8.
             epi.
             45.
             lib.
             9.
             epi.
             53.
             lib.
             10.
             38.
             lib.
             11.
             37.
             
             Stat.
             lib.
             4.
             
             Syl.
             6.
             
             Pers
             ,
             sat
             .
             2.
             
             Catull.
             epig.
             69.
             &c.
             
          
           
             e
             e
             The
             Parcae
             ,
             or
             
               Fates
               ,
               Martianus
            
             calls
             them
             
               scribas
               ac
               librarias
               superûm
            
             ;
             vvhereof
             Clotho
             is
             saide
             to
             be
             the
             eldest
             ,
             signifying
             in
             Latine
             Euocatio
             .
          
           
             f
             f
             
               Those
               before
               mentioned
               of
               the
               Brittane
               ,
               Romane
               ,
               Saxon
               ,
               &c.
               and
               to
               this
               Register
               of
               the
               Fates
               allude
               those
               verses
               of
            
             Ouid
             Met.
             15
             —
             Cernes
             illic
             molimine
             vasto
             .
             Exaere
             ,
             &
             solido
             rerum
             tabularia
             ferro
             :
             Quae
             neque
             concussum
             coeli
             ,
             neque
             fulminis
             Iram
             ,
             Nec
             metuunt
             vllas
             tuta
             atque
             aeternaruinas
             .
             Inuenies
             illic
             incisa
             adamante
             peren●●
             Fata
             &c.
             —
          
           
             a
             a
             A
             riuer
             diuiding
             Spaine
             and
             Portugall
             ,
             and
             by
             the
             consent
             of
             Poets
             stil'd
             aurifer
             .
          
           
             b
             b
             Vnderstanding
             Euphrosyne
             ,
             Sebasis
             ,
             〈◊〉
             ,
             &c
             
          
           
             a
             a
             The
             Lord
             Maior
             vvho
             for
             his
             yeere
             ,
             hath
             Senior
             place
             of
             the
             rest
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             day
             vvas
             chief
             Serieant
             to
             the
             King.
             
          
           
             b
             b
             Aboue
             the
             blessing
             of
             his
             present
             office
             ,
             the
             vvord
             had
             some
             particular
             allusion
             to
             his
             name
             ,
             vvhich
             is
             Benet
             ,
             and
             hath
             (
             no
             doubt
             )
             in
             time
             bin
             the
             contraction
             of
             Benedict
             .
          
           
             c
             c
             The
             Cittie
             ,
             vvhich
             title
             is
             toucht
             before
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             To
             the
             Prince
             .
          
           
             d
             d
             An
             attribute
             giuen
             to
             great
             persons
             ,
             fitly
             aboue
             other
             ,
             Humanity
             ,
             &
             in
             frequent
             vse
             vvith
             al
             the
             Greek
             Poets
             ,
             especially
             
               Homer
               .
               Iliad
            
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             —
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             And
             in
             the
             same
             Booke
             .
             —
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
          
           
             a
             a
             As
             Lactant.
             calls
             
               Parnass●
               ,
               Vmbilicum
            
             terra
             .
          
           
             To
             the
             Queene
             .
          
           
             b
             b
             An
             emphaticall
             speach
             ,
             &
             vvell
             re-enforcing
             her
             greatnes
             ;
             being
             by
             this
             match
             ,
             more
             than
             either
             hir
             Brother
             ,
             Father
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             c
             c
             Daughter
             to
             Frederik
             secōd
             kind
             of
             Denmarke
             ,
             &
             Norway
             ,
             sister
             to
             Christierne
             the
             fourth
             novve
             there
             raigning
             ,
             &
             vvife
             to
             Iames
             our
             Soueraigne
             .
          
           
             d
             d
             
               The
               Prince
            
             Henry
             Frederike
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A04637-e3750
           
             Bassus
             apud
             Macro
             ▪
             lib.
             1.
             
             Satur.
             ca.
             9.
             
          
           
             li.
             8.
             
             Epi.
             2.
             
          
           
             Fast.
             lib.
             1.
             
          
           
             So
             Cephisiodotus
             hath
             fained
             him
             See
             
               Paus.
               in
               Boeoti
               .
               &
               Phil.
               in
               Imag.
            
             contrarie
             to
             
               Aristop.
               Theogn
               .
               Lucian
            
             and
             others
             ,
             that
             make
             him
             blinde
             and
             deformed
             .
          
           
             Si●
             ▪
             Ital
             ▪
             
          
           
             De
             Malii
             Theo.
             cōs
             .
             Panegy
             .
          
           
             Eclog.
             4.
             
          
           
             Aeneid
             .
             lib.
             11.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             One
             of
             the
             three
             Flamines
             that
             as
             some
             think
             
               Numa
               Pōpilius
            
             first
             instituted
             ,
             ●ut
             vve
             ra●her
             vvith
             Varr●
             take
             him
             of
             Romulus
             institution
             ,
             vvhereof
             there
             vvere
             onely
             tvvo
             ,
             Hee
             ,
             and
             Dialis
             :
             to
             vvhom
             he
             vvas
             next
             in
             dignity
             .
             He
             vvas
             alvvaies
             created
             out
             of
             the
             Nobilitie
             ,
             &
             did
             performe
             the
             rites
             to
             Mars
             ,
             vvho
             vvas
             thought
             the
             Father
             of
             Romulus
             .
          
           
             c
             c
             Scaliger
             in
             coniect.
             in
             Varr
             :
             saith
             Totus
             Pileus
             ,
             vel
             potiùs
             velamenta
             ,
             Flamm●um
             dicebatur
             .
             vnde
             Flamines
             dicti
             .
          
           
             d
             d
             
               To
               this
               lookes
               that
               other
               coniecture
               of
            
             Varro
             .
             lib.
             4.
             de
             lingua
             Latina
             Flamines
             ,
             quòd
             licio
             in
             Capite
             vel●ti
             erant
             semper
             ,
             ac
             caput
             cinctum
             hab●bant
             filo
             ,
             Flamines
             dicti
             
          
           
             e
             e
             Whichin
             their
             attire
             vvas
             called
             Stroppus
             ,
             in
             their
             vviues
             Inarculum
             .
          
           
             f
             f
             Scal.
             Ibid
             :
             in
             con
             .
             Pone
             enim
             regerebant
             apicem
             ,
             ne
             grauis
             esset
             summis
             aestatis
             caloribus
             .
             Amentis
             enim
             ,
             quae
             offendices
             dicebantur
             sub
             mentum
             adductis
             ,
             religabant
             ;
             vt
             cum
             vellent
             ,
             regererent
             ,
             &
             pone
             pen●ere
             permitterent
             .
          
           
             a
             a
             Of
             Mars
             ,
             vvhose
             rites
             (
             as
             vvee
             haue
             touch●
             before
             )
             this
             Flamē
             did
             specially
             celebrate
             .
          
           
             b
             b
             With
             〈◊〉
             the
             15.
             of
             March
             ,
             vvhich
             vvas
             the
             present
             day
             of
             this
             Triumph
             ;
             and
             on
             vvhich
             the
             great
             feast
             of
             
               Anna
               Perenna
            
             (
             among
             the
             Romās
             )
             vvas
             yearly
             and
             vvith
             such
             solemnitie
             remēbred
             .
             
               Oui.
               Fast.
               3.
               
               Idibus
               est
               Annae
               festū
               geniale
               Perennae
               ,
               Haud
               procul
               a
               ripis
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             c
             c
             Who
             this
             Anna
             should
             be
             (
             vvith
             the
             Romanes
             themselues
             )
             hath
             beene
             no
             trifling
             controuersie
             .
             Some
             haue
             thought
             her
             fabulously
             the
             sister
             of
             Dido
             ,
             some
             a
             Nimphe
             of
             Numicius
             ;
             some
             Io
             ;
             some
             Themis
             .
             Others
             an
             olde
             vvoman
             of
             Bouillae
             ,
             that
             fed
             the
             seditious
             multitude
             ,
             
               in
               Mont●
               sacr●
            
             ,
             vvith
             Wafers
             ,
             and
             fine
             Cakes
             ,
             in
             time
             of
             their
             penurie
             :
             so
             vvhom
             ,
             aftervvard
             (
             in
             memory
             of
             the
             benefit
             )
             their
             peace
             being
             made
             vvith
             the
             Nobles
             ,
             they
             ordaind
             this
             feast
             .
             Yet
             ,
             they
             that
             haue
             thought
             nearest
             ,
             haue
             mist
             all
             these
             ,
             and
             directly
             imagined
             her
             the
             Moone
             .
             And
             that
             she
             vvas
             calld
             
               Anna
               ,
               Quia
               mensibus
               impleat
               annū
               .
               O●●d
               .
               ibid.
            
             To
             vvhich
             ,
             the
             vovv
             that
             they
             vsd
             in
             her
             Rites
             ,
             somvvhat
             confirmingly
             alludes
             ;
             vvhich
             vvas
             .
             
               vt
               Annare
               ,
               &
               Perenn●re
               commodè
               liceret
               .
               Maor
               .
               Sat.
               lib.
               1.
               cap.
               1●
               .
            
          
           
             d
             d
             So
             Ouid.
             ibid.
             Fast.
             makes
             Mars
             
               speaking
               to
               her
            
             ,
             Mense
             meo
             coleris
             ,
             iunxi
             mea
             tempora
             tecum
             .
          
           
             e
             e
             Nuper
             e●at
             dea
             facta
             ,
             &c.
             ibid.
             Ouid.
             
          
           
             f
             f
             Where
             is
             vnderstood
             the
             meeting
             of
             the
             Zodiack
             in
             March
             ,
             the
             month
             vvherein
             she
             is
             celebrated
             .
          
           
             g
             g
             That
             face
             vvherevvith
             he
             beholds
             the
             Spring
             .
          
           
             h
             h
             Written
             vpon
             the
             Altar
             ,
             for
             vvhich
             vvee
             refer
             you
             to
             the
             Page
             .
             D.
             3.
             
          
           
             i
             i
             The
             Queene
             .
             to
             ansvvere
             vvhich
             in
             our
             inscription
             vvee
             spake
             to
             the
             King
             
               MARTE
               MAIORI
            
             .
          
           
             k
             k
             The
             Temple
             of
             Ianus
             vve
             apprehend
             to
             be
             both
             the
             house
             of
             War
             ,
             &
             Peace
             ;
             of
             War
             ,
             vvhen
             it
             is
             open
             ;
             of
             Peace
             vvhen
             it
             is
             shut
             :
             And
             that
             there
             ,
             each
             ouer
             the
             othe●
             is
             interchangeably
             placd
             ,
             to
             the
             vicissitude
             of
             Times
             .
          
           
             l
             l
             Which
             are
             Peace
             ,
             Rest
             ,
             Liberty
             ,
             Safetie
             ,
             &c
             ▪
             and
             vvere
             his
             actiuely
             ,
             but
             the
             vvorlds
             passiuely
             .
          
           
             m
             m
             
               Somevvhat
               a
               strange
               Epithite
               ,
               in
               our
               tongue
               ,
               but
               proper
               to
               the
               thing
               ;
               for
               they
               vvere
               only
            
             Mascul●ne
             
               Odours
               ,
               vvhich
               vvere
               offerd
               to
               the
               Altars
               .
            
             Vir.
             Ecl.
             8.
             
             Verbenasque
             adole
             pingueis
             ,
             et
             mascula
             Tura
             .
             And
             Plin.
             Nat.
             Hist.
             lib.
             12.
             cap.
             14.
             
               speaking
               of
               these
               ,
               hath
            
             Quod
             ex
             eo
             rotunditate
             gutt●●
             pependit
             ,
             Masculum
             vocamus
             ,
             cum
             alias
             non
             fere
             mas
             vocetur
             ,
             vbi
             non
             sit
             femina
             :
             religioni
             tributum
             ne
             sexus
             alter
             vsurparetur
             .
             Masculum
             aliqui
             putant
             a
             specie
             testium
             dictum
             .
             
               See
               him
               also
            
             ,
             lib.
             34.
             cap.
             11.
             
             And
             A●nob
             .
             lib.
             7.
             aduers.
             Gent.
             Non
             si
             mille
             ●upōdera
             masculi
             Turis
             ince●das
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             n
             n
             
               According
               to
               Romulu●
               his
               institution
               ,
               vvho
               made
               March
               the
               first
               Month
               and
               consecrated
               it
               to
               his
               Father
               ,
               of
               vvhome
               it
               vvas
               called
            
             Martius
             :
             Varr.
             Fest.
             in
             Frag.
             Martius
             mensis
             in●tium
             anni
             fuit
             ,
             et
             in
             La●io
             ,
             &
             post
             Romam
             conditam
             &c.
             And
             Ouid.
             Fast.
             3.
             
             A
             te
             principium
             Romano
             dicimus
             anno
             :
             Primus
             de
             patri●
             nomine
             mensis
             erit
             .
             Vox
             ratafit
             ;
             
               &c.
               See
            
             Macro
             lib.
             1.
             
             Sat.
             cap.
             12.
             and
             Solin
             .
             in
             Poly
             .
             hist.
             cap.
             3
             Quòd
             hoc
             mēse
             mercedes
             e●oluerint
             magistris
             ,
             quas
             completus
             annus
             deberi
             fecisset
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             o
             o
             Some
             ,
             to
             vvhom
             vve
             haue
             read
             this
             ,
             haue
             takē
             it
             for
             a
             Tautologie
             ,
             thinking
             Time
             inough
             express'd
             before
             ,
             in
             Yeares
             ,
             and
             Months
             .
             For
             vvhose
             ignor●nt
             sakes
             vve
             must
             confesse
             to
             haue
             taken
             the
             better
             part
             of
             this
             trauale
             in
             noting
             ,
             a
             thing
             not
             vsuall
             ,
             neither
             affected
             of
             vs
             ,
             but
             vvhere
             there
             is
             necessitie
             ,
             as
             here
             ,
             to
             auoide
             their
             dull
             censures
             :
             vvhere
             in
             Yeares
             and
             Months
             vve
             alluded
             to
             that
             is
             obserued
             in
             our
             former
             note
             ;
             but
             by
             Time
             vve
             vnderstand
             the
             present
             ,
             &
             that
             from
             this
             instant
             ,
             we
             should
             begin
             to
             reckon
             ,
             and
             make
             this
             the
             first
             ,
             of
             our
             Time.
             Which
             is
             also
             to
             be
             helpt
             by
             Emphasis
             .
          
           
             p
             p
             In
             vvhich
             he
             vva●
             slaine
             in
             the
             Senate
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A04637-e6590
           
             Paraph.
             in
             Arat
             Phaen●m
             .
          
           
             a
             a
             
               Fest.
               Aui
               .
               paraph.
               Pars
               ait
               Idae●
               def●ētem
               incendia
               Troiae
               ,
               ●t
               numerosa
               suae
               lugētem
               funerae
               gentis
               ,
               Electram
               tetris
               moestum
               dare
               nubibus
               orbem
               .
            
             Besides
             the
             reference
             to
             antiquity
             ,
             this
             speach
             might
             be
             vnderstood
             by
             Allegorie
             of
             the
             Tovvne
             here
             ,
             that
             had
             beene
             so
             ruined
             vvith
             sicknesse
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             b
             b
             Hygi●us
             .
             Sed
             postquā
             Troia
             f●it
             capta
             ,
             &
             Progenies
             cius
             quae
             à
             Dardano
             fuit
             euersa
             ,
             dolore
             permotam
             ab
             his
             se
             remouisse
             ,
             &
             in
             circ●●o
             qui
             A●cticus
             dicitur
             constitisse
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             c
             c
             Electra
             signifies
             Serenity
             it selfe
             ,
             and
             is
             compounded
             of
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             vvhich
             is
             the
             Sunne
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             that
             signifies
             serene
             .
             She
             is
             mentioned
             to
             be
             
               Anim●
               sphaerae
               solis
            
             ,
             by
             
               Proclus
               .
               Com.
               in
               Hesiod
            
             .
          
           
             d
             d
             
               She
               is
               also
               faind
               to
               be
               the
               Mother
               of
               the
               R●inbovv
               .
            
             Nascitur
             enim
             I●is
             ex
             aqua
             et
             serenitate
             ,
             è
             refractione
             radiorū
             scilicet
             :
             Arist.
             in
             Meteorol
             .
          
           
             e
             e
             Val.
             Flac.
             Argonaut
             .
             1.
             
               makes
               the
               Rainbovv
            
             indic●m
             serenitatis
             .
             Emicuit
             res●rata
             di●s
             ,
             coelumque
             resoluit
             .
             Arcus
             ,
             &
             in
             summos
             redier
             unt
             nubila
             montes
             .
          
           
             f
             f
             
               A
               name
               of
               the
               Sunne
            
             .
             Stat.
             The.
             lib.
             1.
             torquentem
             corn●a
             Mithra●
             .
             And
             Martian
             .
             Capel
             .
             lib.
             3.
             de
             nup.
             Mer.
             &
             Phil.
             Te
             Serapim
             Nilus
             ,
             Memphis
             vener●tur
             Osirin
             ;
             Dissona
             sacra
             Mithran
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             g
             g
             Alcyone
             ,
             .
             Celaeno
             ,
             Taygete
             ,
             Asterope
             ,
             Merope
             ,
             Maia
             .
             
               vvhich
               are
               also
               said
               to
               bee
               the
               soules
               of
               the
               other
               sphaeres
               ,
               as
            
             Electra
             
               of
               the
               S●nne
            
             .
             Proclus
             .
             ibi
             .
             in
             com
             .
             Alcyone
             Veneris
             .
             Celaeno
             Saturni
             .
             Taygete
             Lunae
             .
             Asterop
             .
             Iouis
             .
             Merope
             Martis
             .
             Maia
             Mercurij
             .
          
           
             h
             h
             Alluding
             backe
             to
             that
             of
             our
             Tēple
             .
          
           
             i
             i
             London
             .
          
           
             k
             k
             His
             Citty
             of
             Westminster
             ,
             in
             vvhose
             name
             ,
             and
             at
             vvhose
             charge
             ,
             together
             vvith
             the
             Duchie
             of
             Lancaster
             this
             Arch
             vvas
             erected
             .
          
           
             l
             l
             Since
             here
             ,
             they
             not
             only
             sate
             being
             Crovvnd
             ,
             but
             also
             first
             receiued
             their
             Crovvnes
             .
          
           
             m
             m
             Hor.
             Car.
             lib.
             4.
             
             Ode
             .
             9.
             
             Ducentis
             ad
             se
             cun●ta
             pecuniae
             .
          
           
             n
             n
             
               For
               our
               more
               authoritie
               to
               induce
               her
               thus
               ,
               See
            
             Fest.
             Auien.
             paraph.
             in
             Arat.
             
               speaking
               of
            
             Electra
             ,
             Nonnumquam
             Oceani
             tamen
             istam
             surgere
             ab
             vndis
             ,
             In
             conuexa
             poli
             ,
             sed
             sede
             carere
             sororum
             ;
             Atque
             os
             discretum
             procul
             edere
             ,
             detestatam
             Germanosque
             ,
             choros
             sobolis
             lachrym●re
             ruin●s
             ,
             Diffusamque
             comas
             c●rni
             ,
             crinisque
             soluti
             Monstrari
             effigie
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             o
             o
             All
             Comets
             vvere
             not
             fatall
             ,
             some
             vvere
             fortunatly
             ominous
             ,
             as
             this
             to
             vvhich
             vve
             allude
             ;
             and
             vvherefore
             vve
             haue
             Plinies
             testimonie
             .
             
               Nat.
               Histo.
               lib.
               2.
               cap.
               25.
               
               Cometes
               in
               vno
               totius
               orbis
               loco
               colitur
               in
               templo
               Romae
               ,
               admodum
               faustus
            
             Diuo
             Augusto
             
               iudicatus
               ab
               ipso
               :
               qui
               incipiente
               eo
               ,
               apparuit
               ludis
               quos
               faciebat
            
             Veneri
             
               Genetrici
               ,
               non
               multo
               ●ost
               obitum
               patris
               Caesaris
               ,
               in
               Collegio
               ab
               eo
               instituto
               .
               Namque
               his
               verbis
               id
               gaudium
               prodidit
               .
            
             Iisipsis
             ludorum
             meorum
             diebus
             ,
             sydus
             crinitum
             per
             septem
             dies
             in
             regione
             Coeli
             ,
             quae
             sub
             septentrionibus
             est
             ,
             conspectum
             .
             Id
             oriebatur
             circa
             vndecimam
             horam
             di●i
             ,
             clarumque
             &
             omnibus
             terris
             conspicuum
             fuit
             .
             Eo
             sydere
             significari
             vulgus
             credidit
             ,
             Caesaris
             animam
             inter
             Deorum
             immortalium
             numina
             receptam
             :
             quo
             nomine
             id
             insigne
             simulacro
             capitis
             eius
             ,
             quod
             mox
             in
             foro
             consecrauimus
             adiectum
             est
             .
             
               Hec
               Ill●
               in
               publicum
               ,
               interiore
               gaudio
               sibi
               illum
               natum
               ,
               seque
               in
               conasci
               inter
               pretatus
               est
               .
               Et
               si
               verum
               fatemur
               ,
               salutare
               id
               terris
               fuit
               .
            
          
        
         
           Notes for div A04637-e9980
           
             *
             *
             For
             shee
             was
             expected
             there
             on
             Midsommer
             day
             at
             night
             ,
             but
             came
             not
             till
             the
             day
             following
             .
          
           
             
               Quasi
               Oriens
            
             Anna.
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Bringing
             with
             her
             the
             Prince
             ,
             which
             is
             the
             greatest
             felicitie
             of
             Kingdoms
             .
          
           
             §
             §
             For
             housholds
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             A
             Iewell
             was
             giue●
             her
             .
          
           
             Here
             the
             Satyre
             fetcht
             out
             of
             the
             Wood
             ,
             the
             Lord
             Spécers
             eldest
             sonne
             attirde
             and
             appointed
             like
             a
             Huntsman
             .