November. Cartwright, William, 1611-1643. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A80944 of text R210671 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.11[93]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A80944 Wing C711 Thomason 669.f.11[93] ESTC R210671 99869447 99869447 162745 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A80944) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162745) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f11[93]) November. Cartwright, William, 1611-1643. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1647] Anonymous. By William Cartwright. Imprint from Wing. Verse - "Thou Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke down and see". Annotation on Thomason copy: "Nouember 6. 1647". Reproductions of the originals in the British Library (reel 246) and in the Bodleian Library (reel 1845). eng Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Kings and rulers -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A80944 R210671 (Thomason 669.f.11[93]). civilwar no November. Cartwright, William 1647 947 11 0 0 0 0 0 116 F The rate of 116 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion NOVEMBER . THOU Sun that shed'st the Dayes , looke downe and see A Month more shining by Events , than thee ; Departed Saints and Soules sign'd it before , But now the living signe it more . Persons and Actions meet , All meant for Joy , But some build up , and some destroy . Bate us That Ushering Curse , so dearly knowne , And then the Month is All our Owne . So , at the first , Darkenesse was throwne about Th' unshapen Earth , and Light was th●nce strooke out . Draw the first Curtaine , and the Scene is then A Triple State of Cull'd and Trusted men : Men in whose hands 'twas once t' have giv'n us more Then our Bold Fathers Askd before : Who , had they us'd their Prince's Grace , had got What no Armes could , and Theirs will not . What more then Witchcraft did our Blessing Curse , And made the Cure make Evills worse ? 'T is the Third D●y ; throw in the Blackest Stone , Marke it for Curs'd , and let it stand Alone . BUT hold ! speake gentler things ! This Fourth was seene The softest Image of our Beauteous Queene . Bring me a Lambe , not us'd to Elder Food , That ha's as yet more Milke then Blood , That to the Honour of this Early Bride ( Like Thetis joynd to Peleus side , ) Some Tender Thing may fall ; though nore can be So White , so Tender , as is She . Whiles we at home our Little Turfe debate , She spreads our Glories to another State . NEXT view a Tr●●son of the worst Intent , Had not our Owne done more then Strangers meant ; Religion is the Thing both sides pretend , But either to a different End : They , out of Zeale , labour to reare their owne , These , out of Zeale , to pull All downe . Blesse Us from These , as Them ! But yet compare Those in the Vault , These in the Chayre , Though the just Lot of unsuccessefull sin Fix their's Without , you 'l finde worse Heads Within . BUT hearke ! What Thunder 's that ? and who those men Flying tow'rds Heav'n , but falling downe agen ? Whose those Blacke Corps cast on the Guilty Shore ? 'T is sin , that swimmes to its owne Dore . 'T is the Third scourge of Rebells , which allow'd Our Army , like the Prophets Cloud Did from an Handfull rise , U●till at last Their Sky was by it Overcast . But ( as Snakes Hisse after th' have lost their Sting ) The Traytor call'd This , Treachery in the King . Away , and view the Graces and the Houres Hov'ring aloofe , and dropping mingled Flowres Upon a Cradle , where an Infant lay More Grace , more Good●sse then were they ; Thrice did they destine Her to passe the seas ( Love made Her Thrice to passe with ease ) To raise a strength of Princes first , and then To raise Another streng●h of Men . Most Fruitfull Queene ! we boast Both Gif●s , And thus The Day was meant to You , the Joy to Us . Next to this Mother stands a Virgin Queene , Courting and Courted wheresoever seen ; The Peoples Love fi●st from Her Troubles grew ; Her Raigne then made That Love her Due . That Comely Order , which did then adorne Bo●h Fabricks , now by Facion's torne ; That Forme , by her allow'd , of Common Pray'r Is styl'd vaine Beating of the Ayre . How doe they H●nour , how forsake Her Crowne ! Her Times are still Cry'd up , but Practis'd Downe . Reach last , the Whitest Stone the World yet knew , White as the soule , to whom the Day is due . Sonne of the Peacefull Iames , how is he blest With All His Blessings , but His Rest ! Though undeserved Times call All His Pow'rs , And Troubles season Other Hour's , Let this Day flow to Him as void of Care , As Feasts to Gods , and Poets are : The Wish is Just , O Heavens ! As our strife Hath added to His Cares , adde Yee to His Life . And now , since His Large Heart with Hers is met , Whose Day the starres on purpose neare His set . NOVEMBER shall to me for ever shine , Red in its Inke , Redder in Wine . And since the Third ( which almost hath made shift T' Absolve the Treason of the Fift ) Cannot be well Remembred , or Forgot By Loyall Hearts , as if 't were not ; The Last extreame , against the First wee 'l bring : That gave us Many Tyrants , This a KING . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A80944e-30 1. Day , is All Saints . 2. All Souls . 3. Day , The Assembling of the unhappy Parli●ment . 4. Day , The Birth of the Princesse MARY . 5. Day , Our Delivery from the Papists conspiracy . 12. Day , The Kings Victory at Brainford . 16. Day . The Birth of our gracious Q. MARY . 17. Day , The beginning of Q. Elizabeths Raigne . 19. Day , The Birth of our gracious King CHARLES .