GREAT BRITAIN'S General joys. LONDON'S Glorious Triumphs. Dedicated to the Immortal memory of the joyful Marriage of the two famous and illustrious Princes, FREDERICK and ELIZABETH. Celebrated the 14. of February, being S. Valentine's day. With the installment of the said potent Prince Frederick at Windsor, the 7. of February aforesaid.  
Imprinted at London for Henry Robertes, and are to be sold by T.P. 1613.   

TO THE MOST LEARNED AND COMPLETE Gentleman William Redman of great Shelsord in the County of Cambridge Esquire.  

I Not respect the pride of common praise,  
Nor the disdain of Fools, abusing kind;  
Rude Ignorance her thoughts could never raise  
To judge of Wisdom, or to know the Mind:  
My heart in this, shall ever be precise,  
To wish the love of few, so they be wise:   

Thus to the wight, whose thoughts are still divine,  
In whom a worthy honoured heart doth reign:  
Where Wisdom in her best attire doth shine,  
And all the virtues, void of all disdain:  
To such am I transferred, my Muse doth vow  
To honour such a wight; and such are you.   
By the true honourer of your learning and virtue, A.N.   

Great Britain's general joys. London's glorious Triumphs  

YOU sacred Spirits, that haunt Parnassus' spring,  
And pierce the skies, raising from lowest dust,  
(With scaring thoughts, mounted on Pegas wing)  
Even whom you list, and whom you list down thrust:  
You whom the Muses all do jointly greet,  
My weakling Muse doth many wishes make:  
(You that drink Nectar and Ambrosia sweet,)  
That some of you, her task would undertake,  
And show the profits, praise, and dignity,  
Of this Divine-bred Nuptial unity:  
For if true Glory, or stability,  
In bodies Politic, or Natural,  
Hath ere been gained, it came from unity;  
The foundress and true governess of all:  
For as in bodies Natural we see,  
Where differing Elements are ever found,  
They yet in equal mixture do agree,  
Making each several Complexion sound,  
When with a mutual reference to either,  
The hot doth clear the cold, the moist the dry:  
But when there is a jarring strife together  
Which shall be great, which bear Supremacy;  
The little world of Man is quite undone;  
Nor can the Mind (being King thereof) endure,  
Where such insulting humours overrun,  
To live within a Kingdom so unsute.   

Even thus in Bodies politic it stands,  
Where contrary conditions yet agree,  
Where Sovereign power with Equity commands,  
And powers subordinate obedient be:  
But if that spirits turbulent be found,  
To stir up factious strifes within the State;  
As many such do in each Land abound,  
Maintaining discord with inveterate hate.  
Let them know this, they work in what them lies,  
To mar the Music of this sweet Consent:  
And as malignant Opposites, devise  
Against the Sovereign state and regiment.  
They err in blindness much, that will not see  
What excellent occurrents may befall,  
By this Conjunctions heavenly harmony  
Confirmed on earth by powers Celestial.  
For set aside the profits that may rise  
To'th Palsgrave's Land and this, by their commerce,  
(As that whereon a Commonwealth relies)  
It shall be here more fitting to rehearse,  
The fame, and glorious state, and dignity,  
That in this Sea-wald Isle will ever spring,  
By this Divine Conjunction, which will be  
Common to both the Subject, as the King.  
For if before the Palsgrave's force did stand  
Strong, both when Spain, and Rome was bend thereto;  
If then it checked them, having but one hand?  
Now joined with ours, what power hath it to do?  
With Flowers therefore each man strews the way,  
For though this Land were often blest of yore,  
Yet Hymen makes this his chief Holiday,  
For that it never was true proved before:  
Now th'air is sweeter far than the sweet Balm,  
The Earth begins with Verdure to be dight;  
The Satyrs now do dance about the Palm;  
All things give perfect sign of their delight:  
Now do the Birds record new harmony,  
Now Trees, and every thing that Nature breeds,  
Do whistle their consenting melody,  
And clad itself with fresh and pleasant weeds:  
And why? Eliza, flower of second Troy,  
Enjoys her Frederick; both have mutual joy.  
Oh Hymen, father of all Nuptial tites,  
Begun on earth, and registered in Heaven,  
Grant these conjoined Princes, fair delights,  
And free them from false hearts, and thoughts uneven▪  
The Princely enjoyers of this Union,  
That in the sacred band of love are twynd,  
Are both from Kings, and lignes imperial sprung,  
And by their match, great Kingdoms are combined:  
By it great Britain, and the Palsgrave's Land,  
Shall check the Popish pride with fierce Alarm,  
And make it in much trepidation stand,  
When both their Colours shall join arm in arm:  
And (thus conjoined) shall triumphant fly,  
Both in one line of Love and Dignity.   

ELIZABETH, to whom God gives,  
Fullness of Peace, in which she lives:  
Fullness of God, her name so imports,  
How well her Name, and Nature sorts?  
ELIZA'S eyes are blessed Stars,  
Inducing Peace, traducing Wars;  
ELIZA'S hand is Crystal bright,  
Her words are Balm, her looks are light:  
ELIZA'S Breast is that same hill,  
Where Virtue dwells, and sacred skill:  
Oh blessed be each day and hour,  
Where this ELIZA builds her Bower.   

Thou great Pince Palatine, and Prime elector,  
That didst for our Prince lately with us grieve:  
And whilom wouldst with woe, now heavens protector  
To hard beginnings, joyful ends doth give.  
Thy welcome first, was a sad Funeral,  
Which now's transformed to a joyful Nuptial.  
Thou found'st us glad at thy arrival here,  
And hadst had entertainment to thy state,  
Had not heavens hand turned all to mournful cheer,  
And to our joys, given so untimely date.  
Yet are they now reviv'd for griefs are gone,  
Our hopes are happy in thy Conjunction.  
Oh Nuptial unity, produ'ct from Heaven,  
To propagate thy blessings in this Land;  
Why should disjoined hearts, with thoughts uneven,  
Refuse the grace of thine algiving hand?  
That add'st to profit, pleasure, friends, and fame,  
Maintainst Religion in her sacred seat,  
giv'st Britain's Isle a never-dying name,  
And such a Style as ever will be great:  
Great in the glory of her present state,  
Great in the settled hopes of times to come,  
Great in preventing of all foreign lu●e,  
Great in preserving of her peace at home▪  
Great in this match, great in her wealth and fame:  
In all things great, as is Great Britain's name.  
By Unity, perfectious things are gaynds  
Defects are bred by Dissipation;  
By Concord was the Roman state maintained,  
By Discord brought to desolation.  
Witness the outstretched rule and Royalties  
That time through their disjunction hath decayed;  
Now changed to poor weak states, and signiories,  
Which once united, all the world obeyed:  
So France, and Spain, and other parts can tell,  
The brain sick battle of dissevered bands,  
Whose sad memorial yet can witness well,  
The horrid Acts of disunited hands.   

In former times, on us strange Nations  
(As Danes, and Saxons, hearing our dissension)  
Oft plagued this Land with strong invasions,  
Still working on the wrack of our Contention:  
Whose lofty pride, and high insulting power,  
Did many hundred years usurping stand,  
When Seven divided Kingdoms did devour  
The fame, the state, and riches of the Land.  
But how shall ever Time forget to tell,  
The Tragic actions of that bloody War,  
That in this Kingdom many years befell  
Betwixt the Houses Torke and Lancaster?  
Where England's honour against itself was armed▪  
Saint George against Saint George, did lift his hand:  
Nature by Nature, was unkindly harmed▪  
Blood did against Blood, in opposition stand.   

And if the sacred hand of Unity,  
Had left untuned the strings of their debate,  
Mischief, with unprevented Misery,  
Had wrought the utter ruin of the State:  
But God, and good foresight, prevent such ill,  
That no eclipse of Glory may befall▪  
But that this Unity may flourish still,  
To be the powerful safeguard of us all:  
That so the Imperial Ensigns of this Land,  
And the Prince Palatines admired fame,  
In high Majestic glory long may stand,  
To dignify their glorious Country's name.  
And that the Nobles of each Land, may join,  
Aswell in foreign, as Domestic state,  
By peace and war, to make their Glories shine,  
Extended farther than the power of fate:  
Wishing that they, whom Honour thus combines,  
May mutually partake in peace and wars:  
And as an offspring from the glorious lines,  
Of royal Princes, Kings, and Emperors,  
Still in one Centre of conjunction rest;  
That both their Glories so may long time stand,  
And with their several far spreading Crests,  
Make known their Fames to many a foreign Land.   

So shall the Princely heads of this fair frame,  
With peaceful Sceptres both their Country's sway:  
So shall they keep Religion, Rule, and Name,  
That they have still maintained to this day:  
That God, that is the God of Union,  
First founder of all undivided things,  
May guide the state of this Conjunction,  
And make it happy in a line of Kings,  
Which from their Princely stock may grace both clim●●●▪  
And evermore continue Sovereignty,  
In all high Honour, till the end of times,  
And the beginning of eternity.   
Deo Trino, et uni Glori●●   

Hymen's Holiday, or the Marriage day of the two famous Princes, being S. Valentine's day.  

DEscend you sacred Daughters of King jove,  
Apollo's lovely Darlings, leave your Mount,  
And those delightsome sweet Castalian Springs,  
That warble with their silver winding waves,  
Making soft Music in their gentle glide.  
Clio, thou s●gest of the sisters Nine,  
Conduct thy lusty company to Court,  
Great Britain's Court, on earth an earthly Heaven:  
There take survey of fair Elizabeth,  
And in her praise, tune your heroic Songs:  
Write, write you Chronicles of Time and Fame,  
That keep remembrance golden Register;  
And recommend to Time's eternity  
Her honour's height, and wonders of her Age:  
Wonders of her, that reasons reach transcend,  
Such wonders as have set the world at gaze:  
Elizabeth, whose worth, all English hearts  
Admire at home, and so do foreign parts.  
Clio, proclaim with golden Trump, and Pen,  
This happy Wedding-day, this Nuptiall-●ay,  
o'er Europa's bounds take wing, and make thy flight  
Through ●elting Air, from w●e●'s the rising Sun  
Gallops the Zodiac, in his hery Wain,  
Even to the brink where Thetis in her Bower,  
receives the weary Bridegroom of the Sea,  
Beyond Grand CAYRE by N●lus sly my banks,  
Over the wild and sandy Afric Plains,  
Along the frozen Shore of ●anais,  
Whose Icy crust Apollo can not thaw:  
Even there, and round about this earthly Ball,  
Proclaim the days of Britain's happiness,  
The days of Peace and Victory proclaim,  
And let this gladsome Nuptial day be first,  
This Wedding day (beginning of much bliss)  
Set down this day in Characters of Gold,  
And mark it with a Stone as white as milk:  
This cheerful Wedding day wear Eglantine,  
And wreaths of Roses red and white put on  
In honour of this day, you lovely Nymphs:  
And Paaus sing, your sweet melodious songs,  
Along the chalky Cliffs of Albion;  
Led all Great britains Shepherds in a dance,  
o'er Hill and Dale, and Downs, and Daisey plots:  
And be this day Great britains Holiday,  
That thus unites the royal hearts and hands  
Of these two Princes, in loves holy bands;  
Be multiplied the number of their years,  
Their years, that may prolong our golden days,  
Wherein we still in safety may abide,  
And they may reign and rule in Honour's height:  
So may they long, and ever may they so,  
Untouched of traitorous hand, and treacherous foe.   

This Nuptial day being celebrated thus,  
Is to Great Britain, Hymen's Holiday:  
The day of joy, the day of jollity,  
That young and old, and all do celebrate:  
Muses and Graces, Gods and Goddesses,  
Adorn, adore, and celebrate this day:  
The meanest with the mightiest may in this,  
Express his love, for loyalty alike,  
Blazons affections force in Lord and Loon,  
In honour of this Wedding day behold,  
How young and old, and high and low rejoice.  
England hath put a face of gladness on;  
And Court and Country carol both their praise,  
And in their honour, tune a thousand Lays.  
Behold, in honour of this happy day,  
What Poems and triumphals London singes:  
What holy Hymns and sacrifice of thanks,  
England's Metropolis as Incense s●ndes;  
And in the sound of Cymbals, Trumpets, and Shawms,  
In honour of Eliza and great frederick's name,  
(To whom his life he owes, and offers up)  
With songs of joy for this long lookt-for day;  
This Nuptial day, wherein we all enjoy  
Such perfect comfort throughout Brutus' new Troy.   

With us in sympathy of sweet accord,  
All English Subjects join, and hearts and hands,  
Of praises and of hearty prayers send  
Thanksgiving for the blessings and the grace,  
The gracious blessings on this day poured down▪  
This blessed day, wherein these blessed Princes,  
(The people's peace, their Country's happy fate)  
Are both conjoined in Matrimonial state.   

And in this general plaudite and applause,  
And celebration of this joyful day,  
Wherein pale Envy, justly vanquished,  
Gives way unto the virtues of these Princes,  
And wounded with remembrance of their names,  
Hath taken wing, and made amain from hence,  
To murmur that he durst not here disgorge,  
And breathe his discontentments over Sea,  
Among those graceless fugitives, that thirst  
For nothing more, then dangerous change of times,  
And alteration of a settled State.  
That rabble of unnatural Englishmen,  
Whose base revolt (infamous through the world)  
Makes them foul Architectes of wild practices  
That end in their dishonour and their death,  
Those bloody stratagems and traitorous trains,  
That shall be cruelly laid unto their lives,  
(Precious in sight of Heaven, and dear to us)  
By these base Truth-falne runaways.  
We pray that Jacob's God may still preserve  
These Princes, even twixt bridge and waters brink,  
And save their sacred persons in the fall,  
From Pharaos' Rod, and from the Sword of Saul:  
For this great Triumph that true Subjects make  
Is liked of all, but Enemies of the Truth,  
Enemies to them that serve the living Lord,  
And put in him their trust and confidence:  
And this they well have shown in gorgeous Shows,  
And in all other fit accuttrements,  
Prepared to do their duty and devoir,  
Wherein they did so well demean themselves:  
So well, so willingly to please these Princes,  
That (breathless) yet they would have been content  
In this days honour, years of days t'have spent.    

❧ Prince Frederick created Knight of the Gater, and installed at Windsor the 7 day of February 1612.  

ABout the time when vesper, in the west,  
'Gan set the evening watch, and silent night  
Sent sleep and slumber to possess the world,  
Under the starry canopy of Heaven,  
I laid me down, laden with many cares,  
Fast by the stream where Tame and Isis meet,  
Even at that time, all in a fragrant Mead:  
In sight of that fair Castle that or'elookes  
The forest one way, and the fertile vale,  
Watered with that renowned River Thames  
Old Windsor Castle did I take my rest.  
When Cynthia, companion of the night,  
Piercing mine eyelids, as I lay along,  
Awaked me through: Therewith me thought I saw,  
A royal glimmering light, streaming aloft,  
A Titan mounted on the Lion's back,  
Had clothed himself in fiery pointed beams  
To chase the night and entertain the Moon.  
Yet scarce had Phoebe gone her journey through,  
Sleeping, or waking, as alone I lay,  
Mine eyes, and ears, and senses all were served,  
With every object perfect in his kind,  
And lo, (a wonder to my senses all)  
I might discern a troup of Horsemen ride,  
Armed Cape de Pe, with shield & shivering lance,  
As in a plash, or calm transparent brook,  
We see the glistering fishes scour along,  
A number numberless, appointed well  
For tournament, as if the God of war  
Had held a justs in honour of his love.  
Therewith I heard the clarions & the shawms,  
The Shakbuts, and a number instruments  
Of several kinds: but loudest of them all,  
A Trump more shrill, than Triton's is at sea,  
The same renown, precurser of the train,  
Did sound (for who rings louder than renown)  
He mounted was upon a flying horse,  
And clothed in Phawcons' feathers to the ground  
By his Escutchion you might easily guess,  
He was the Hearhauld of eternity.   

I looked to see an end of that I saw,  
And still me thought the train did multiply,  
And yielding clouds gave way & men at arms  
Succeed as fast at one another's heels,  
As in the Vast Mediterranean sea,  
The rolling waves do one beget another,  
Weary of looking up, I laid me down  
Willing to rest, as sleepy souls are wont,  
When of a sudden such a noise I heard  
Of shot of Ordinance pealing in mine ears,  
As twenty thousand Tire had played at sea:  
Or Aetna split, had belched her bowels forth,  
Or heaven & earth thundering in arms amain,  
Had bend their great Artillery for war.  
And weary Atlas had let fall his load,  
Enough to wake Endymion from his trance.  
Yet was the Welkin clear, nor smoke, nor dust  
Annoyed mine eyes, I gazed and as I looked,  
Me thought this host of Airy armed men  
Girt Windsor Castle round: anon I saw  
Under a canopy of Crimson bisse,  
Spangled with gold, and set with silver bells,  
That sweetly chimed and lulled me half a sleep,  
A goodly King in robes most richly dight,  
The upper like a Roman Palliament,  
In deed a Chapperon, for such it was:  
And looking nearer, lo, upon his leg  
An ancient badge of honour I espied,  
A Garter brightly glistering in mine eye,  
A worthy ornament. Then I called to mind  
What Princely Edward of that name the third,  
King Edward for his great atchivement famed  
What he began: The order of Saint George,  
That at this day is honoured through the world  
The order of the Garter now 'tis called.  
Famous through all the world for honour and antiquity  
Graced by a King, and favoured of his peers,  
Famed by his followers worthy kings & queens  
That to his day are sovereigns of the same.   

Some say the manner how this grew at first,  
Was thus. The King disposed on a time  
To revel after he had shaken France,  
And decked his Lions with their flower de-luce,  
Disposed to revel: some say otherwise  
Found on the ground by fortune as he went,  
A ladies Garter: and the Queen I trow,  
Lost in a dance and took it up himself.  
Which was, a silken ribbon weaved of blue,  
His Lords and standers by, seeing the King  
Stoop for this Garter, smiled: as who would say,  
Our office that had been, or some what else.  
King Edward wistly looking on them all,  
With princely hands, having that Garter raised,  
From harmless heart where honour was engraved  
Bespoke in Frence (he could the language well)  
Honi soit qui mal Y pense) quoth he)  
Wherewith upon advisement, though the cause  
Were small, his pleasure and his purpose was,  
T'advance that Garter, and to institute  
A noble order sacred to Saint George,  
And Knights to make them, whom he would have termed,  
Knights of the Garter: this beginning had  
This honourable order of our time,  
But truer far that from the holy land,  
This holy order came, whenas a garter high aduan'st  
& served for an ensign, & was crowned with victory  
Hereon I thought when I beheld the King,  
I was instructed in the circumstance,  
And found it was King Edward that did march  
In robes, like those he beware when with his Lords  
He held Saint George's royal feast on earth,  
His eldest son surnamed the black Prince,  
Though black of hue, y ● surname yet in France  
He won: for terror to the Frenchmens hearts,  
His countenance was, his sword an iron scourge,  
He on a coal-black Corser mounted was,  
And in his hand a battle-axe he held,  
His Beaver up, his corselet was of steel,  
Varnished as black as jet: his bases black,  
And black from head to foot, yea horse & hoof  
As black as night: but in a twink me thought  
He changed at once his habit and his steed,  
And had a Garter as his father had,  
But rich and costly, with imbrodery  
Of Pearl, and Gould I could on it discern.  
The Poesy whereof I spoke of yore,  
And well I wot since this King Edward days,  
Our Kings & Queens about their royal arms,  
Have in a garter borne this Poesy,  
Still as I lay, I gazed, and guessed at once,  
What was this train, and whether it did bend.   

At last I found King Edward was the man,  
Accompanied with Kings & Conquerors:  
That from the spacious Airy house of fame  
Set forward royal to solemnize  
Th'installment of some new created Knights,  
For lo, I saw in rich accuttrements,  
Like to King Edward's, and the prince of Wales,  
Full four and twenty Knights, nor more nor les  
In robes with pretiosus colours of S. George,  
And they had Garters all, buckled with gold.  
Me thought this semblance could not but import  
They Should be noble men of golden minds,  
And great account, favoured of Prince and Peers  
Whose names should in that register be writ,  
Consecrate to Saint George's chosen Knights.   

Herewith the golden book 'gan open fair,  
And easily I might read their names that next  
Went to the King, of whom & of whose worths  
Needs not to make particular relation.  
This book contains their names & several coats,  
And keeps them written in his golden leaves,  
As they have had instalment and creation  
By gracious favour, in each King's succession,  
Within the Characters of this same book  
I saw a name rejoiced me to see,  
Henry late prince of Wales, I read it plain  
And glad I was that in that Register  
That name I found: for now (me thought) I said  
here virtue doth out live th'arrest of death.  
For dead is Henry, virtuous and Renowned  
For honour, courage and vivacity,  
And yet his names alive in fame's records,  
That held this Garter dear, and ware it well.   

The train of all these hardy Knights enstaled  
Cast in a ring about old Windsor Castle,  
Under the glorious spreading wings of fame,  
I saw Great Britain's King, richly attired,  
Leading with him a sort of goodly Knights,  
With Garters and with colours of Saint George  
jacobus Rex on a compartment  
Of Gold, in Bisse was writ and hung a skue  
Upon his head, under an imperial crown:  
He was the Sovereign of the Knights he led,  
His face me thought I knew: as if the same,  
The same great King, that we do here enjoy,  
Had climbed the clouds, & been in person there  
To whom the earth, the Sea, and Elements  
Auspicious are. A many that I knew,  
Knighted in my remembrance I beheld,  
And all their names were in that book enrolled,  
And yet I might perceive some so set down  
That (howsoever it happed I cannot tell)  
The carl oblivion, stolen from Lethe's lake  
Or envy stepped from out the deep Avernus;  
Had razed, or blemished, or obscured at least:  
Yet all the Kings since that King Edward's days,  
Were with their Knights & companies in that train.   

At last me thought, King Edward thus bespoke,  
Hail windsor, where I sometime took delight,  
To hawk & hunt, & back the proudest horse  
And where in Princely pleasure I reposed,  
(After my wars) in my return from France  
Yea twenty times hail Windsor (q. the King)  
Where I have staled so m●ny hardy Knights,  
And Tournaments and royal justs performed,  
Behold in honour of mine ancient throne  
In honour of great Britain, and Saint George,  
To whom this order of the Garter first  
I sacred held: in honour of my Knights  
Before this day created, and installed,  
But specially in honour of this Knight,  
That at this day this honour hath received  
Under King james, great Britain's Sovereign  
With princely trains, I from the house of fame  
Do resalute thee here, and gratulate  
To this new Knight, created by a King,  
Peerless for wisdom and for majesty,  
The honour of the Garter: long may he  
Wear it as note of true Nobility,  
And virtues ornament, Young Frederick  
Thou high & mighty Prince, & Prime Elector,  
Mounted on fortunes, wheel by virtues aim,  
Become thy badge as it becometh thee,  
That Europe's eyes thy worthiness may see,  
And what this day pure honour hath put on  
So full of princely hope, in honour wear,  
Answer the worthiest of thine ancestry,  
In deeds (to fame and virtue consecrate)  
Brought up in liberal sciences and arms,  
Patron of Chivalry and of the Muses,  
Brandish thy sword in right, and spend thy days  
In common wealth affairs, it shall become  
Thy forwardness to follow virtues cause,  
And great designs of Princely consequence,  
Prince Palatine, Shape thou thy noble course,  
As virtue (lodestar of renown) directs.  
That as thy royal Ancestors have done,  
Thine earthly race in honour thou mayst run,  
And as in leaves and characters of gold,  
Thy Princely name is writ in this Record,  
So live (as with a many more) thou mayest  
survive and triumph in eternity,  
Out of oblivious reach, or envies shot,  
And that thy name immortally may shine,  
In these Records, not earthly but Divine.  
Then the shrill Trumpet of renown did sound,  
And by and by the train retired (as swift,  
As Stars do use to shoot) from whence they came  
The gaudy Morn awaked, and every thing  
Arose from rest, & little birds 'gan sing,  
Where with I roused and have set down my dream  
The matter (for the time) being a fit theme.   
FINIS.