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Jesus   

Pray   

faithfully,   

R   decorative cartouche containing part of author's initial (Richard Vennard)  

V   decorative cartouche containing part of author's initial (Richard Vennard)  

and never   

cease.     
England's joy..  

E  
Eenglands' bliss, & blessed Queen,  
L Live your praises in perfection,  
I In your subjects hearts be seen  
Z Zeal in humble loves subjection:  
A Angels in your love attend you,  
B Blessed JESUS ever bless you,  
E Ever so his hand defend you:  
T That no harmful thought distress you:  
H Holy powers of Heaven preserve you:  
A And, all faithful subjects serve you.   

R  
R Royal Graces ever grace you,  
E Ever true Love live about you,  
G Glorious Angels arms embrace you:  
I joy in England none without you,  
N None but Grace, and Virtue note you,  
A And the world for wonder Coat you.     


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Faith.   personification of the virtue of Faith  

Loyalty.   personification of the virtue of Loyalty  

Valour.   personification of the virtue of Valor  

Wisdom.   personification of the virtue of Wisdom  
Hosts ut serpentem.   depiction of St. George slaying the dragon   

England's joy..  


E  
Eenglands' bliss, and blessed Queen,  
L Live your praises in perfection,  
I In your subjects hearts be seen  
Z Zeal in humble loves subjection:  
A Angels in your love attend you:  
B Blessed JESUS ever bless you,  
E Ever so his hand defend you:  
T That no harmful thought distress you:  
H Holy powers of Heaven preserve you:  
A And, all faithful subjects serve you.   

R  
R Royal Graces ever grace you,  
E Ever true Love live about you,  
G Glorious Angels arms embrace you:  
I joy in England none without you,  
N None but Grace, and Virtue note you,  
A And the world for wonder Coat you.   


Rejoice O England, sing, and clap thy hands:  
For, God himself, doth for thy safety fight:  
No foe so great, but that thy force withstands:  
It is so strengthened by the heavenly might.  
The Irish Rebel and the Spaniards pride:  
Before thy face do fall on every side.   

The Noble Lord, Mount joy that Champion true:  
Of honour's choice, in virtues Chivalry:  
Hath put to flight, that coward Rebel Crew  
Of proud Tyrone, and made the Spaniards fly.  
Don john de Aquila with all his train:  
With little comfort are returned to Spain.   

The Irish Rebels, now do keep their Caves:  
Amid the woods; like Wolves or ravening beasts:  
Where all like outlaws, or uncivil slaves:  
on grass and shamrocks, now they make their feasts:  
O England, never, better news can be:  
Then thus to hear, how God doth fight for thee.   

Now shalt thou hear of nothing but confusion:  
Upon the head of all thy harmful foes:  
Now shall the Rebels find the full conclusion,  
That in the end of all Rebellion grows.  
And Spain shall fret, to see his pride pulled down:  
And God preserve, thy Sovereign & her Crown.   

Now shall the Pope with all his practice fail:  
The hope of Traitors all be overthrown:  
Nor Pope, nor Spaniard now shall none prevail:  
To do thee hurt, that but defend'st thine own:  
Now serve thy God, and give him thanks for all:  
And keep thy faith, and thou shalt never fall.   

Be true I say, and faithful to thy God:  
And ever loyal to thy Sovereign Queen:  
For whose loves sake, he doth forbear his rod.  
That hath been long in other countries seen:  
He will not suffer any to destroy thee:  
But overthrow their forces that annoy thee.   

In Eighty Eight, how did he by his hand,  
Scatter the Navy of the Spanish fleet?  
And now in Ireland, in their hoped land,  
How hath he trodden their forces under feet?  
Where noble Mount joy in deserved fame:  
Eternised hath the honour of his name.   

He bears the Sun, and like the Sun he drives:  
Proud swelling clouds to wander with the wind:  
And under our bright Sun of light he lives:  
Who gives a gracious light to such a mind.  
As, so deserves her Grace, to give him light:  
That he be ever gracious in her sight.   

Now let all hearts of happy England pray:  
Unto our God of glorious mercy's power,  
That he will still be our almighty stay:  
Our Rock, our Castle, and our heavenly tower:  
That in his mercy, we may fearless live:  
And to his gracious love all glory give.   

Let us still pray, that he will still preserve:  
Our gracious Queen in his eternal grace:  
And give us grace both him and her to serve:  
And all unfaithful Traitors to deface:  
To spend our lives, but in our country's cause:  
And be obedient, to her blessed laws.   

Rebellion is the sin of witchcraft named,  
And witches are but Devils in their natures,  
Oh hellish fiends, to the devil framed.  
Which so deceive but the accursed creatures.  
Oh cursed sin that ever man should know thee,  
God bless all English, and good Christians fro thee.   

And, since that truth, doth try out every thought,  
Wherein the depth of every sense is sounded,  
Against that truth, who hath the Treason wrought,  
That, on ungracious reason hath been grounded.  
What ever fortune for a time do fall,  
Confusion's shame will be the end of all.   

Which shameful end the God of endless glory,  
Hath given the Rebels and their wicked friends:  
While valiant Mountioyes noble victory,  
Truth blows abroad in fame that never ends.  
While Irish shrugs, and Spaniards frowns do prove,  
The bliss of England in the heavens above.   

What shall I say? the Irish Rebels fled:  
The Spaniards gone, with sorrow, shame and loss:  
Tyrone I hope will shortly lose his head:  
The Spaniards glad, to put up all their cross:  
Hath ta'en an oath, to high them home to Spain:  
And never wish to bring their Arms again.   

Thus in the Rebel, all high ruins point:  
The Spaniard, staying but a wind for Spain:  
Tyrone in hourly danger of a joint:  
And Ireland's peace, I hope will grow again:  
God surely pleased in this work of peace,  
Where Truth shall flourish, and Rebellion cease.   

God grant it so, and in his Gracious hand:  
Long bless the days, of our dear Sovereign Queen:  
And make her Empress of this blessed land:  
Till no more land within the world be seen:  
And make her Armies, evermore victorious:  
And all her Kingdoms, in thy mercy glorious.   

Bless her Lord Mount-ioy, with that Mount of joy:  
That Noble Truth, in truest Nobleness:  
May stand so strong, as nothing may destroy:  
But, in the height of honour's happiness:  
May by the virtue of best valour proved,  
Of God and man, be blessed and beloved.   

Bless all her army with those fearless hearts:  
I hat soon may bring the Rebel in subjection:  
And make a jest of all those wooden darts:  
That do not love a steeled coats complexion:  
And quail the hearts, or cut off all the heads:  
That so the path of proud Rebellion treads.   

Bless all her Counsel, and her faithful friends.  
Court, Cities, Countries all in such a peace:  
As all the world, that sees proud Traitors ends,  
May cause the root, of all rebellion cease:  
Such peace, and plenty, love, and concord send:  
That we may sing thy Glory without end.   

Bless still I pray our gracious Sovereign Queen:  
With all the blessings of thy holy Grace:  
And let it never in our Land be seen:  
But in thy Mercy we may have a place:  
Nor Mount-ioyes fame die in oblivions pen:  
To all of these, all England say, Amen.      

For all Honourable, Virtuous, and Noble spirited Lords, Ladies, and all other her majesties faithful Subjects whatsoever.  

ALL faithful Subjects of this blessed land,  
That serve the only Angel of a Queen:  
In whose true grace, & by whose gracious hand▪  
The heavenly substance of her sex is seen.  
Let not your hearts, nor spirits cease to pray,  
For her lives blessed everlasting day.   

For in her life lives all your happiness,  
She is the Sun that lights your Element  
Her Majesty, your wonders worthiness,  
Her Virtue, your honour's ornament.  
Her Favour, your best loyalties regard:  
Her Grace, your service royalest reward.   

Pray then, I say, and prayer never cease,  
Unto the God of all eternal glory:  
Her life, her health, her comfort to increase,  
To England's honour, never ending story.  
That she may breath an everlasting breath,  
And they may pine in hell, that wish her death.   
R. V.   
AMEN.