Prince HENRY revived.  
OR A POEM UPON THE BIRTH, AND In Honour of the Hopeful young PRINCE HENRY FREDERICK, First Son and Heir apparent to the most Excellent Princes, FREDERICK Count Palatine of the Rhine, And the Mirror of Ladies, Princess ELIZABETH, his Wife, only daughter to our Sovereign JAMES King of Great Britain, etc.  
By HENRY PEACHAM.  
LONDON, Printed by W. Stansby for john Helm, and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstan's Churchyard, under the Dial. 1615.   


HENRICUS FERD: COM. palate: RHENI ET BAVAR. D. FILIUS ET HAERES.   
Diua anima Augustos haud ementita parents  
Frontis honore, decus Rheni, spes una BRITANUM  
Cresce per immensum● donec virtutibus annos  
CAESAR, avos titulis● famâ superâris Olympum  Henricus Peachamus  

TO THE MIGHTY, AND MOST MAGNIFICENT PRINCESS ELIZABETH, PRINCESS PALATINE OF THE RHINE, Duchess of Bavaria, etc.  
Most Excellent Lady.  
SIthence it hath pleased your Highness, heretofore to take notice of me, and my labours, such as they were, nothing hath been oftener in my wishes then ability to pay the debt I owe to the respect of so peerless a Prince, and Princely a Patroness. But since the more I strive, the more I am entangled by mine own weakness, I submit to my Fortune, and must rest Captived in the bands of your gracious mercy. Yet so to be bound, is sweet liberty, and beholding the face of such a judge, I read my pardon upon a brow of ivory. But as Favour is wont to make offenders bold, so truly I confess your Favours have drawn me into this, and your Bounty having watered some flowers, hath brought up I fear more weeds, which perhaps by their rankness will rather give offence, then with their smell or beauty breed you delight. I now present your Highness, with a Genethliaque or Birth Poem, done by me aswell in Latin, as English Verse, in Honour and the behalf of young Prince Henry your sweet and dearest Son, the most part in my travails here in the Low Countries upon the way, without other help then a bad memory, and my Table book, and now ended under the aspect of that star of honour, and Honourer of your Grace and all virtuous Excellence, Sir john Ogle Lord Governor of Vtrecht, my noble friend. If any ask why it came no sooner and had not the being with the Prince's birth, I answer a Poem is a fruit that had need of a winter to ripen it, I could say with Horace ● nine years, neither am I one of those, who have their wits au bout des doigts, 
nonumque premantur in annum.  as Du Bartas saith. Last of all it is a joy that can never come out of season. Yet had these excuses, I confess been of no force, had the way to Heidelberge been free from danger, during either Armies lying at Rees and Wesel, for so far I was come on my Pilgrimage with this little, less than a candle toward your Highness the Saint and Sovereign of my devote affection, whom since it is papistry to pray unto, I cannot, as I am bound, but pray for so long as I live. I most humbly take my leave of your Grace: From Vtrecht, the of  
Unto your Highness, the most devoted in all duty, HENRY PEACHAM.   

To the same most Excellent Princess.  

Dear Henry's loss, Eliza's wedding day,  
The last, the first, I sorrowed and sung,  
When laid my reeds for evermore away,  
To sleep in silence, Isis' shades among:  
Dead to the Muse, and manyheaded throng,  
Through hard constraint of fruitless Hope compelled:  
And Envy rife, that kills with cankered tongue  
The sacred Bay, so honoured of eld,  
Though left forlorn, ne now, of Phoebus' self upheld.   

Where are the Summers when the righteous Maid,  
With ev'nest hand the heavenly Scale did wield,  
And golden Deed with golden meed repaid:  
When Virtue was in price, for Virtue, held,  
When Honours dainty but desert did gild,  
And Poesy in graces goodly seen,  
Raised her high thought, with strains that Nectar stilled?  
Th●y are ascended with that glorious Queen:  
And she, alas, forgot, as she had never been.   

But dearest daughter of the greatest Isle,  
Sole glorious Empress of the Northern Maine.  
Yet thou her glory: Since thou didst erewhile,  
Thy bounteous hand, and sweet supportance deign  
Unto my verse, and all unworthy vain:  
As humblest Iu●e, by those arms I creep,  
That gave me growth, and first my entertain,  
Else lowly buried in Oblivion deep,  
Who here had heard me sing thy sweetest babe a sleep?   

And him again to waken with my song,  
Which thousand tunes shall variously divide,  
As Vahale by thy flowery banks along,  
I take my pipe at morn and eventide:  
Hence may it down thy gentle bosom glide,  
And going on, alloy th' enraged Rhine,  
Where goodly Nymphs with Muses mild abide:  
Who often in his surplusage of Wine,  
Do teach him Temperance, in songs and lays divine.   

Now while I shall beside this cradle sing,  
Leave Venus' Queen a time thy silver sphere,  
And to mine aid thy dainty darling bring,  
With Mart appeased after death and drear:  
But from thy pure and peerless excellence,  
Eliza mother, dreaddest Lady dear,  
Light, life, oh, lend unto mine eine and sense,  
For vigour have I none but what I draw from hence.   

And Royal child, who like another Sun,  
From Rosy bed arised'st in the East,  
When that great light we saw extinct and done,  
Ah Henry, wailed of every gentle breast,  
Dart one sweet smile upon me early guest:  
And that my Muse with thine own height may fly,  
A feather shed from thy fair Phoenix nest:  
So may she teach thy Fame to strike the sky,  
And thee a Mirror ●ake to all Posterity.    

PRINCE HENRY REVIVED.  
NOw jocund Muses to an higher string  
We tune our Lyre, a lofty Theme to sing,  
And leave a while the vale, to mounten up  
With bolder wing Parnassus heavenly top:  
Where holy Virgin eldest of the nine,  
Whose temples with a sevenfold crownet shine 
Vrani●.   
And glorious mantle guilds the sable night,  
With many a thousand twinkling Chrysolite:  
Say, in what part we find those happy stars  
That keep enrolled, in golden Characters,  
The Fate of Princes, and eternal sum  
Of all; that was, and ever is to come.  
To after times, I may arightly read,  
The hopeful Harvest of this heavenly seed.  
For, can the blood, derived from the veins  
Of so great Princes, such imperial Reigns,  
Vnhopefull be? and Imp of richest root,  
Deceive our wishes in abundant fruit:  
Or whether this been that same goodly tree,  
That nigh the fertile Rhine must planted be:  
Whose fruitful branch, should Europe overspread,  
And check the Heaven with her lofty-head.  
Or one of those brave Worthies, joined in one  
With the red Lion of old Caledon,  
(Foretold by Merlin, whose one foot should press  
The unshorn top of that vast wilderness,  
The other grasp, with far extended power,  
The Pyram of Troie-novants highest tower)  
Should as so many fatal suns appear  
To chase the Crescent from our Hemisphere:  
Or that strong arm expected long ago,  
Should give the Byzant beast a deadly blow:  
At Collen bathing (drunk with Christian blood)  
His loathed limbs in Rhenus' silver flood,  
I may not rash aread; but this I wot  
How janivere, his bitter rage forgot,  
For lusty green y'changed his frosty grey:  
(As if he wooed the sweet and dainty May)  
For joy he brought first tidings of this birth,  
And gave the goodliest New years gift on earth.  
When smiling Gladness, child of heavenly jove,  
(Her dainty cordial gotten from above)  
With rosy fingers now began to shed  
Ambrosian dews with kisses tempered.  
And drops for joy, loves self had wept full often,  
Wherewith she wont, afflicted hearts to soften,  
That all to mirth, each Creature melted now;  
Yea Envies self, though knew not why or how,  
Until thy being, Fame had fully blown:  
Thrice-welcome Infant, which no sooner known,  
But reared wear in honour of thy name,  
The goodliest sights Magnificence could frame;  
When Piles bright burning, by the silent Moon  
In every street, of midnight made the noon.  
While silver bells, with iron tongues proclaim  
A new borne Henry, to the Nymphs of Thame.  
Ye Nymphs of Thame, whose lovely shape excels  
So far the fairest of each Beauty else,  
That you may boast both model and the mould  
Of her perfection. What we do behold  
In stranger Countries, read in antic lines,  
Are pourtraies, but of sunburnt Abyssines,  
To you compared; that Paphos seems to me,  
From Greece transported into Britanny.  
And while I blazon broad this beauteous crew;  
Fair Sisters, let me draw the veil from you:  
Who though ye live, retired from worlds eye,  
Estranged from Court, and City's vanity,  
For lovely feature do give place to none.  
Whereto, your birth (as some high prized stone)  
Though adds more lustre, yet the goodly care  
Of virtuous life, wherein ye nourtred are,  
Gives freer wing abroad unto your Fame,  
Then your brave Beauty's, or great Dudleys name. 
The honourable and most accomplished Gentleman Sir Robert Dudley his five daughters.   
They dedicate with one accord the day,  
To all disport, and merriment they may;  
For thy, thy stars foretell them happy peace,  
And give their half-dead Hopes a new increase,  
Fair morning bud of England's white-red Rose,  
And seventh Henry in her strifes compose:  
If ever (God forbid) her breast should feel,  
The bitter edge of her own conquering steel:  
Wherewith she wont with mighty arm to lop  
The proudest head that durst her overtop.  
Who comest another anchor to her state,  
For it she lost by woeful wreck o'late;  
That hate of Hell; nor Traitor Heaven-abhorred  
Do what they may shall break our triple cord,  
Who sheildest, sleeping even in Mother's arm,  
Thy Grand sire, uncle Prince, more safe from harm,  
Then Axes, Tasters, Grooms about the bed,  
Then strongest holds, or guards twice doubled.  
Who comet-like dost suddenly amaze  
The strike foe, who standing at the gaze  
Amused, reads o'er what unhappy Realm,  
The bloody Meteor shakes his fiery stream.  
But as o'er Haemus, when the morn hath drawn  
Her purple Curtains, after early dawn,  
To lay to view her goodly golden pawn,  
Her new borne son y'wrapt in Rosy lawn:  
Who now awearie of his watery bed  
Off shakes the dew from his bright burnished head;  
And with Ambrosian smile, and gentle cheer  
Revives the world that wanted him whilere,  
So us thine own thou gladdest with thy birth,  
The welcome-welcomst stranger upon earth;  
New come into thine age, where all things smile  
By peace composed, (that Chaos-like erewhile  
Lay rude, confused) discords indigest,  
Whose formless form may no where be expressed.  
Like as into some goodly garden plot,  
That heretofore hath her rude face forgot,  
And lay an heap defaced with filthy soil,  
O'ergrown with briars, abused by beastly spoil:  
By Art and Nature now embellished  
Smiles with a thousand dainty beauties spread,  
Vaunting unto the greedy gazing eye  
By sunrise her perfumed embroidery.  
When Mother-feared War, that long hath rend  
The body of our Christian continent;  
And like the in-breach of a mighty flood,  
O'erthrown our houses, drowned our streets with blood:  
Consumed our Cities, laid our Country wa●t,  
Devoured our people, holy things defaced:  
Shall prostrate at thy foot in deep disdain,  
Lie raging bound in hundred double chain,  
Until his heartstrings break for fell despite,  
Or his own arms do kill him with their weight.  
Why brave Heroes ye that Eaglets be,  
And high-born sons of Caesar's Monarchy,  
Who have so oft your puissant forces tried,  
Against the common foe, do ye divide  
Yourselves and safeties, while ye entertain  
Huge Armies in your homebred quarrels vain?  
Or factious Schism that some dissentious head,  
By night (his Cockle) hath dissemined?  
Or erst as 
m Guicciardine.  Suizze and Burgundy begin,  
An endless war about an vntolled skin?  
While Eagle Eagle cruelly pursues,  
And brother brother with his blood embru●s.  
If the easeful age your active spirits irk,  
Not weeting how to set yourselves a work,  
Turn your keen steel against the hateful Turk.  
Enough, enough, our guilt (oh gracious God)  
If be thy will, hath felt thy bitter rod.  

* jerem. c. 47. & 29.  Oh turn that sword again into his sheath  
That hath so long chastised us beneath:  
Let not ourselves our executioners be,  
While foes are fatted with the Tragedy.  
As when there been in Erimanthus met  
Two savage Boars, with tusks deadly whet,  
Who either each with fiercest fury gore,  
For rangership the spacious forest over,  
Until around the grassy velvet stead  
With bloody filth be all discoloured;  
A slily lurking Lioness beneath,  
When sees them weary, wounded, out of breath,  
Leaps from her lare to arbitrate the fray,  
With hungry teeth, and both become her pray.  
What flood, the blood of Christians not infects?  
What Seas have not been covered with our wrecks?  
What fields not tainted with our scattered bones?  
What tower's not turned to wasteful heaps of stones?  
That foes are filled with the piteous view,  
And Discords self our Misery doth rue.  
But (happy Prince) thy time foretells thee peace,  
And restful days, with honours large increase.  
Now Germany, and Britain, shall be one,  
In League, in Laws, in Love, Religion:  
Twixt Dane, and English, English and the Scot,  
Old grudge● (see) for ever are forgot;  
The Hebrid Redshank shall not dare too rout,  
Or inland Rebel double walled about:  
But shaftlike all one bundle, be too strong  
For mightiest foe to do the meanest wrong.  
While foreign Princes from remotest shore,  
Thy cradle shall by Embassies adore,  
The Sunburned Niger shall present thee plumes,  
Sweet Arabia delicious perfumes:  
Sarmatian Ister many a costly skin,  
And Armenia her dainty Ermelin.  
Egypt the Balm, or blood of Myrrha's wound,  
And Persis, pearls within her channels found,  
With Oriental Gems, t' embosse arowne,  
(In time perhaps) a Caesars triple crown:  
When Mother Earth ●hall to thee, incompelled,  
Her treasures, pleasures in abundance yield.  
The hardy Oak shall melting honey sweat,  
And bushes bend with Bacchus' clusters great:  
The Lion couch him by the Lamb in love,  
And Eagle perch beside the gentle Dove:  
The ripened grain shall yellow veil the ground,  
No Serpent hurt, or harmful herb be found.  
Wood-Nymphes the shady violets shall pull,  
And bring thee Lilies by whole baskets full;  
Some crop the Rose, to show thee how in grain,  
That crimson, Venus bleeding hand did stain;  
How from that 
f As descended from the united Rose of Lancaster, and York.  dainty daughter of the morn,  
And silken leaves, thy lovely self art borne:  
Or Primrose, with the 
* The King Cup.  King's enameled cup,  
(Whose Nectar Phoebus early quaffeth up)  
The Amaranth arrayed in velvet still,  
Sweet Rhododaphne, and the Daffodil:  
Soft Marjoram, the young 
z Virg. Aeneid. 1  Ascanius' bed,  
While Cupid kissed and courted in his stead:  
The frail Anemon, Hyacinthus soft,  
The Ladie-glove, Coronis weeping oft,  
And whatsoever else the pleasant spring  
Throws from her bosom foremost flourishing.  
When 
a Piety so portrayed in the medals of Augustus.  Piety no more with sword in hand  
Shall need beside her smoky Altar stand,  
Or make her won from sight of living men  
Some wasteful wood or solitary den;  
But every where her holy things profess  
Reside in Courts, high heavens Ambassadoress,  
And as the Lily free from cumbrous brire,  
To heavenward, homeward, in her height aspire.  
When arts, that now for nurture do starve,  
Or (which is worse) as common subject serve  
Of scorn or pity, to the golden Ass,  
That for his Isis must adored pass,  
Shall lay their rich inventions to the view,  
Be mates with Majesty and reap their dew.  
Had I the tongues of Angels and of men,  
An endless memory, Fame's golden pen,  
Far I unable (Peace) were to portray  
Thy lovely face, and down in order lay  
Those blessings which from heaven thou dost convey.  
But if brave Imp, by Mars thou shalt be hent  
From thy soft Palace, to a warlike tent,  
To undergo an honourable war,  
In common, or thine own particular.  
Then shine in glorious ●rmes Heaven be thy spe●d,  
And endless F●me thy everlasting m●●d.  
Go look about the spacious earth, and see  
The triumphs, trophies of thine ancestry;  
(Ne let thine eye on meaner Glories f●ed,  
But imitate th● best, a●d best exceed)  
What court or coast so ere thou comme●● in,  
There Grandsire, uncle or thy Cousins been;  
Even Envy, search thy father's Pedigree,  
From Charles, and she shall find allied to thee  
Eleven Great Caesars, twenty crowned Kings,  
That blood contribute like so many springe●  
Into thy veins:—  
Great Charlemaigne, who taught his Eagle fly, 
See the history in French, in Fleur de la maison du Charlemai●●.   
Above the tops of lofty Pyranie:  
(Bathing his plumes in streams of Pagan blood,  
From Roncevall, t' Iberos golden flood)  
Subduend the Saxon, Italy did free,  
From Longobards, and Got●ish Tyranny,  
subjecteth wholly, by an holy war,  
The Hun, the S●la●e, the Sor●be, and Auar.  
To that brave 
* Philip Count Palatine of the R●i●e in the ti●● of Charles the 5.  Lord, that held Vienne so long,  
'Gainst Soliman, three hundred thousand strong:  
Yet all these honours, are but common, new,  
To those, that by thy Mother's side a●●rew,  
From warlike Britons, and that brave remain  
Of ancient Troy (who once as great did reign)  
Of whom descended, boldly vaunt thy birth,  
Above the great'st, who ere h● be on earth.  
From Brute, to Bre●●us (and the brave Belli●e)  
That ransacked Greece, and o●● thy fertile Rhine  
Victorious troops of Britons did advance,  
Sack perjured Rome, and conquered all France,  
Unto Cassivelan that twice did foil,  
The mighty Caesar entering this I'll.  
By Aruirage, that was the Roman dread,  
Till Claudius' 
* Genuissa named the fair.  daughter afterwards did wed  
To Greatest Arthur, whose immortal name,  
Bright'st Glories damps, and even amazeth Fame.  
But needs me not, in infinite extent,  
Draw down these Images, or that descent  
From Holy Edward, and the Saxon line,  
To later Norman Ancestors of thine:  
From Scottish Kings, or Denmark, sing they stand  
So dainty limned by a later hand;  
I sooner (●e●e) the Lights of heaven should count,  
The Ocean Sand, or if aught that surmount,  
Then them or their brave deeds to view●n lay,  
Or as I ought their worthiness display.  
Yet note they all be drowned in Lethe quite,  
Or thou deprived of some glorious light,  
Of later times, revealing to thy view,  
Our English s●ar●, yet almost bleeding new:  
Though known, and common to the world they be,  
What th●n? Sweet Henry it is news to thee.  
Imagine in some goodly Gallery,  
Su●h as in Hampton thou mayst one day see,  
Who knows not Hampton? Mansion fitting jove,  
Or Phoebus' self, excelling that above,  
His Court of sparkie Gemme●, and Ivory, built,  
On Columns raised, and by his raions guilt:  
Thou to the life, their legend didst behold  
On Arras, in the silk enwoven gold,  
So sweetly done, by needle on the frame,  
That Pallas self, nor Envy mought it blame:  
And saw'st here valiant Cordel●on come,  
Fore Acon, marching with an English Drum,  
Third Edward, there in triumph leading France,  
An humble Captive to his puissance:  
Forcing the fair De-luce upon her shield,  
Quit the French Garden, for an English ●ield.  
here youthful Edward, his victorious son,  
At Poiteirs, hand to hand encountering 
* john King of Fra●ce.  jon,  
That hail of arrows seem to cloud the sky;  
While English follow, and the French do fly,  
Some take that River, other yonder wood,  
Which so the dainty vermill dies in blood,  
Upon the silver wave, and silken green,  
As if no semblance, but the thing were seen.  
There Lancaster inflicts a deadly blow  
On bastard Pedro, that usurped so,  
here Henry Monmouths' beacon gives alarm,  
At Agincourt, that makes all France to arm:  
And she, there she, whom bleeding hearts inter,  
Rather than those few stones at Westminster:  
Whose name, even now my ravished ●ence doth pierce,  
And with sweet Nectar sprinkleth my verse,  
Eliza Queen, the Maiden conqueress,  
Borne in triumphal Chariot, (I guess,  
Like Thomyre, or that brave Semiramis)  
From hundred handed Gerion's defeat,  
And his proud Castles fall in eighty eight.  
But what shall need examples from a far;  
Edge thy high courage to a glorious war  
Some self high-prized Italian, Squire of France,  
Instruct thee ride, and how to bear thy lance:  
Or learned Lipsius, by his reading show,  
The antic practise, postures long ago,  
Of Greatest Caesar, or that haughty Greek,  
Who other worlds bewailed he moat not se●ke;  
All the●e, and far much more comprised be,  
In that brave offspring, of the 
* The Orange tree Prince Maurice hi● emblem, with Fit tandem surculus arb●r.  Orange tree,  
Thy gallant Uncle (whose resounded name  
Hath filled all ears, and spent the voice of Fame)  
Victorious Ma●rice, worthy be enroled,  
'Mong those great worthies, and Heroes old,  
Whose conquests earth hath bounded, thoughts & fame,  
Find no dimension but the heavenly frame.  
But grow sweet Infant, grow, and grow apace,  
Unto thy height, in goodness, and in grace,  
For Europe on thee 'gins to fix her eye,  
And note thy tender towardness busily.  
Perhaps (somewhere) consulteth with the stars,  
How thou inclinest, to laborious wars,  
Or restful peace, how mild● thy government,  
How long the Fatal Sisters in extent  
Shall draw thy days, (Ye Princes Mirrors are  
Reflecting your impressio●s as far,  
As Mountain Beacons, or like Cedars tall,  
Most eminent in flourish, or your fall)  
And with thy Mother's milk, from her fair breast,  
Draw those sweet virtues that therein do nest,  
Whereby her heart is dewed from aboven  
With gracious goodness, and all heavenly love:  
True Piety; the fairest virtue Gem,  
That may adorn a Prince's Diadem:  
Best Goodness, that Vain Glories foil rejects,  
But rather shows the value by effects,  
That Modesty, which Majesty allays,  
Yet Royal Type, beyond itself doth raise:  
Her Courtesy, wherewith she leads enchained,  
Even foes, and friends, by millions hath gained;  
Her Bounty, mirror of her Royal heart,  
To skill, and every generous desert:  
But stay my Muse, why does our ruder quill,  
Attempt a task, that craves Appelles' skill?  
Yet thus the Sun we view, through shadowes-light;  
When cannot else behold his beams bright,  
And (Pearl of Princes) thus the shore I keep,  
When cannot sound thy praises Sea so deep:  
Now ye who ever that shall hold in trust,  
This precious jewel, and his nonage must  
With tender care, and timely tendance breed,  
Be virtuous guides, unto this hopeful seed:  
His weaker age with all uprightness prop,  
Until he hath attained to goodness top:  
For Infancy like unto water spilled,  
Is with a finger drawn where thou wilt:  
Or as an April Imp that late did shoot,  
From the warm bosom of its Mother root:  
A thousand ways by cunning hand i● taught,  
To take his course, to climb, or lie aloft,  
Or clip with friendly twine the shady bower,  
That shendes true lovers, in the silver shower,  
Or grow a Nymph, that naked seems to blush,  
When white and red have clad the bloosmed bush.  
Then like a rampant Lion, or to been  
A branch-horned heart, or forester in green,  
Even so this Age we work unto our will,  
Thus waxie-pliant unto good or ill.  
Religion, than first ground work lay below  
Which inward though it lies, and makes lea●t show,  
All other Virtues it doth strong sustain,  
As weaker pieces resting on the main;  
This shall his life establish and assure,  
Heighten content, and make his seat secure.  
Then as strong Columns, that must bear the weight,  
And raise this Princely model to his height,  
Let other Virtues take their order, place.  
First Temperance, that aye with goodly grace  
Doth rule the mind, and with her golden bit  
Curb headstrong passion, overmaistring it:  
Then Prudence, the soul's eye, although she be  
Daughter 
* Afranius.  of Use, and strongest Memory,  
And seldom settles in a growing brain,  

* Arist. Ethic. l. 1  Unapt her graver lesson to retain,  
But borne with fancies, like a troubled Sea,  
From Card and Compass makes contrary waie●  
Acquaint him though betimely with her name,  
How she it is must his Lives Action frame,  
Direct, and end; and, like that 
* V●g. A●neid. 6  golden spray,  
Led through this Vale of wretchedness his way,  
Whose waking eyes a sentinel must keep  
(Like twinkling stars) while all the world doth sleep:  
Now justice, that with her b●ight golden beams  
Enlights the world, & calms the state of Realms,  
Preserves the 
* Cicero in paradox. Aristot. Rhetoric. 1. cap. 3.  City, safer and more sure  
Than wall of brass, or that same triple mure,  
Wherewith th' Assyrian Empress long agone  
Encompassed her mighty Babylon.  
This doth adorn the Majesty of Kings  
'Bove every grace, and all their rarest things,  
Resembling the Divine Creator right,  
When borroweth from Piety her light.  
Next Clemency, who from th' Almighty's seat  
Derives her lineage, or by mild extreate  
From justice drawn, in readiness doth stand,  
And stretcheth out her sovereign helping hand;  
Who rancour doth of deepest wound allay,  
And takes the smart of punishment away,  
The Moon of Empire● that with mild aspect  
Doth cool temper, graciously affect:  
And as in Heaven she; so in a Prince,  
This claims the second glorious eminence.  
What worldly Empire long hath ever stood,  
Whose Tyran-Scepter was distained with blood?  
Or Prince, that long in Peace possessed his state,  
Whose law was will, and whom the most did hate?  
This ●rownes with Immortality his Fame,  
And sheds abroad, as Ba●me, his precious name.  
The lesser Virtues let the front adorn;  
And as in pleasing Pa●ergie be worn,  
A rightly teach him use o● Majesty,  
The sweet effects of m●nly Modesty,  
In 
* Aristot. praesat. ad Alexandrum.  speech, apparel, painting lest the rind  
He kills the pithy substance of the mind.  
Let Pomp and Pride with those weak judgements suit,  
That have no other way to win repute:  
And let him hate the name of Nigardise  
The rust of Greatness, with base Covetise.  

* Sallust. jugurth.  More Honour vanquished of a foe to be,  
Then overcome in Liberality.  
And that he may the better, as by line,  
Run this fair course, and fouler way decline;  
Oh timely teach him the abundant use  
Of all good Learning, and to love the Muse,  
Who gives the boundless Intellect her eye,  
Conversing with her Maker most on high,  
Who meanest doth to mighty Rule advance,  
Still waging war with brutish Ignorance.  
She safest with dead counsel will advise,  
And guard his ear from living flatteries:  
In after age she sha●l revive his Name,  
And crown with Honour his admired Fame.  
Hence could the wisest Solomon dispute,  
From the tall Cedar to the Hyssop root.  
Hence 
* Who conquered in less than in te● years 300 N●●i●●s to the R●●●●● Empi●●●auing married his pe● to ●is sword.  Caesar's star did gather first her f●ame;  
And Philip's son, the Earth's sole Lord became.  
E●ke those old warriors with astondement,  
That made the Earth to tremble where they went,  
Those fairest flowers within their garlands worn,  
Do owe to skill, that framed their minds before.  
That goodly fount of Grecian Eloquence,  
Whose Cyrus shapes us so unmatched a Prince;  
Themistocles that beat at Salamine  
The greatest Army that was ever see●e;  
Pericles, from whose powerful accents broke  
Thunder, and piercing lightning, while he spoke;  
Miltiades, that Marathon did slain  
With blood of hundred thousand Persians slain;  
Epaminondas, in whom lived and died 
Cicero.   
The Theban Glory; those brave spirits beside  
Of antic Rome (that whilom in her pride  
Even Victory held pineond, forced Mart  
And drew perforce the Fates to take her part)  
Were goodly learned, who will it deny?  
And lived the fathers of Philosophy:  
When rather skill the headpiece did adorn,  
Then wanton plumes, that hold her now in scorn.  
How often do I meditate upon  
That of Alphonsus, King of Arragon;  
Avowing it the sentence of a beast,  
Who said, That Princes had small interest  
In Learning: who as well may want their eyes,  
Their tongues to speak, or Use to make them wise.  
But nearest pattern place before thine eye,  
Thy Grandsire james, our Royal Mercury:  
Who with his wand all tumult caused to cease,  
Fulfilled our wishes, gave our days their peace.  
Without it do thou Greatness but account  
That golden Calf adored in Horeb mount,  
Or Winter-Sun, whose beams do feebly glance;  
Wrapped in the mists of foggy Ignorance.  
Oh sacred skill whose fruit (as from that tree  
Of Eden) feeds us with felicity,  
And goodly branches stretch themselves so far,  
That all too weak my wit and senses are  
To comprehend their compass, as fought,  
Exceeding measure and all mortal thought●  
Thrice happy me the mean●st of the ●e●●,  
Were I but with her only shadow blessed  
Thus in the Circle that thou ha●t to run,  
Display thy glory with the rising Sun:  
Thus to thy Solstice, c●i●bing by degree,  
Exemplar let thy life's whole pa●terne be  
To such, as from thee must derive their light  
By thousands, and are dimmed without thy ●ight.  
The winged vessel is not by her helm  
So much commanded, as a potent Realm  
Is by her Prince's life example lead,  
To frugal course, or vile unthriftihead.  
Edicts, nor Axes, Priso●, Pyran l●w,  
Do not so much the stubborn vulgar draw,  
As doth (the glass of Honour) Innocence,  
And virtues parts, exemplar in a Prince.  
Herein they see, love, imitate, admire,  
And are enkindled from his all s●ene ●●re.  
This Caesar knew, when foremost did assay  
Each deepest stream, to teach his troops the way●  
And that great Cato, whose command was none  
By word, but his own personal action.  
No engine like to that of hearty love,  
Or fair example; able sooner move  
The massy Earth, than that rare Instrument  
The 
* A●c●im●des.  Syracusian boasted to invent.  
This is that Adamant, whose Character  
Stirs up with counter-motion nigh and far  
All Hearts the ciphers, who (conjointly me●)  
Do turn or t●rrie by her Alphabet.  
Thus pious N●ma over Rome did reign,  
And Solomon his peaceful Thr●●● 〈◊〉  
(By where E●phr●●es with his silu●r 〈◊〉  
A thousand palmers on his shore do●h nu●se)  
Whose Sceptres, Swords no● 〈◊〉 d●d ●ss●●●,  
But justest Laws, with lives 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 t●●●onn●  
When that proud Eastern Conqueror  
Of Fortune, r●ther th●n of Macedon)  
Together with his father, and the r●●  
Of Roman Caes●rs th●t did most 'em 〈◊〉  
Their bay in blood, or else with hands unjust  
Dealt wrong for right, or drowned lay in lust,  
Out-breathed their soule● by poison at the board,  
Or sudden fell upon a villains sword●  
Thi● end had Nero's beastly life in fine:  
Thus died Domitian, and thus M●ximine.  
Unhappy 
b Who spoilt Proserpina's Temple.  Pyrr●●s was pursued by Fate,  
On Sea and Land, unto his li●●● lost date:  
By loathsome li●● 
c He defiled the Temple.  Antiochu● did die●  
And 
d Who slew his wife, and own Mother.  〈◊〉 even s●●rn'd o● Misery:  
A Sheaperd●s●● sent Cyrus down to hell:  
Upon his own swords point 
e Who slew his brother & sister great with child.  Ca●bys●● fell:  
And cruel 
i He put to death his mother and brother.  Arist●●●●●●, at l●st,  
His heart a● once 〈…〉 omit 〈◊〉.  
Thus vengeance tra●●s them by the blood they spilth  
Till their own mo●●hes gi●es sente●●● 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉  
Oh heavens' to 〈…〉 no worldly thing  
More 〈…〉 the ●●●●and pious King:  
Upon whose brow 〈…〉 see  
The Image of the highest Majesties  
And sparkling graces, that do sweetly shine  
With 
* Xenopho● i● Cyripadia.  something (what I know not) that's diuine●  
Which if themselves through filthy vice deface,  
Or cursed hand attempts to c●t or race,  
As Traitor's Heaven adjudgeth them alike;  
And last or first will in avengement strike.  
Oh timely let these things engraven be  
Upon the tablet of thy memory:  
And thus let virtues golden linked chain  
A bracelet on thy tender wrist remain.  
So shalt thou not give thy Elector vo●ce,  
And of some mighty m●ke the foremost choice;  
But reign thyself more absolute and free,  
An Emperor in thought and dignity,  
Then if thou shouldst with mighty arm adjoin  
All Persis to thy County P●latine,  
The Gades with Lybia, & couldst claim thine own  
What from the South been to the Arctic known.  
Oh that the Fat●s would lengthen my extent,  
And let me draw so long this Element,  
That I the footsteps of thy praise mought press  
In riper years, How should my song address  
Thy Honour's Triumphs! not the T●●●cia● Lyre,  
That death in deepest slumber could inspire,  
In stately numbers should our Muse excel,  
While she did on thy lo●●i● Glories dwell.  
Then grow (swee● Infant) grow and grow apace,  
And live t●● ●●●nix of thy roy●●●●ace,  
For 〈…〉, guarded by 〈◊〉 vows,  
Till foes thy feet, 〈…〉 browe●,  
That Caesar 〈◊〉 thou maist●on● day reign,  
As good, as great, as ever 〈◊〉.  
FINIS.