ENGLAND'S JOY AND SORROW: Expressing their sorrow for the Kings going into Scotland, and their joy for the Queen Mothers Farewell. depiction of King Charles I of England with his queen, Henrietta Maria London, Printed for F. Coules, 1641. ENGLAND'S JOY AND SORROW: expressing their sorrow for the Kings going into Scotland, and their joy for the Queen Mother's farewell. Upon the Kings going to Scotland. PArdon, oh blessed King, pardon my muse Which to thy Majesty may seem profuse, Behold, O King, behold and thou may see Thy Subjects drowned in sorrow now for thee, They thy departure from them do lament And with an inundation do repent, Their eyes are so fixed on thee in their pain As if they meant to pull thee bacl again, They weep extremely for the loss of thee, Lest they should grow unto some Anarchy, They're never better, King, then in thy sight And in thy absence now they fear some night, Like as the Persians, though they did adore The rising Sun, and worshipped before, Yet when that Phoebus' bright-sky wand'ring Steeds Which nourisheth the earth, and daily feeds, It with Celestial light, do falling drop And hides his light in Thetis watery lap, Oh! then with grief and sadness they do Themselves, observing it a daily oath, The occidental Sun for to bemoan Because from their Horizon it is not gone, Even so, O King, even so, subjects do Adore thy majesterial presence so, But when we see the bright beams of thy light Obscured in absence, we think it a night, Of eye-bedaubing sorrow, and be-vaile With grief alas! which never yet do fail, But thou canst add an Antidote to grief And likewise ease our sorrow with relief: Thou promis'st us thy present yet again For otherwise thou wouldst augment our pain, Thou likewise would have Scotland for to have A happiness in Thee, which they do crave, And thus, oh thus, even with a mutual light Unto both Kingdoms thou dost shine most bright, Whilst thou in Scotland art, they have in Thee A blessing, which they think, eternity, And whilst in blessed England thou dost shine We take thee for some Angel most divine, No marvel then thy Subjects now do mourn In sadness for thy absence all forlorn, And while bereaven of thy splendent lamp We all do think it light's eternal damp, Go King to Scotland with a happy fate And cause their former anger to abate, Oh mitigate their fury, wherein they Will truly the blessed Sovereign obey, Go with a happy Omen, let your sight In truth and love both Kingdoms reunite, Go, banish factions from us both, that then In pure sincerity we may be brethren, Link both together, and we jointly pray That true Religion never may decay, Go prosperous, but suddenly return Lest in thy absence while we daily mourn, We bury all our joys, for now our tears We think each day to be a thousand years, And then those thousand years may multiply And so our sorrow grow t'ernity, Shine then thou Sun of glory, and conjoin England's benevolous aspect with thine. Upon the Queen's going away. STay my sad Genius! and bewail no more With eye-bedabled sorrow as before, Me thinks I see each hilarous subject cry Down grief with joy and with alacrity, They do, magnificent Queen, they do rejoice At thy departure with a heavenly voice, They all do joy so willing thee to see Now to departed with such hilarity, And if thou hadst not added some relief Unto us, we had all been drowned in grief, Illustrious Queen! we are no longer sad But now in thee behold we all are glad! And do rejoice, that thou didst late find Even of thyself a voluntary mind, And in a retribution (Lo!) now we Do give our tributary thanks to thee, Because that unto joyful England thou Grantest a most luxurious gladness now, Io. Bo. Rouse up your sickness, and do not detain The Subjects crying wishes once again, We know 'tis feigned; Therefore since thou art well Go, go that we may bid thee all farewell, So prosperous, O Queen, with lucky oar To the Siculian or Hesperian shore, We wish that all things may succeed to thee Propitious, as unto some Deity, For thou dost so relieve each Subject's heart In helping them from sorrow's former smart, That all, even all do most unitely pray God to conduct thee from us in thy way, Thou hast, O Queen, even overswayed our joy Which all our former grief cannot annoy, In thy departure for thou dost now bring Back all our former sorrow for the King, We triumph in the motion thou didst make, From England a great journey for to take, And for this cause of joy which thou dost give To us, we bid thee all farewell and live, Live and farewell Madam chose you whither For time does both contabulate together, You see how our affections all do bend In this thy journey, which we do commend, As we commend thy journey, so we pray That now with thee thou wouldst conduct away, All Papists which this land do much infect All Pontificians, a most cursed Sect, Proud Prelates, which did greatly domineer And tyrannising honest men did jeer, False Priests, which in our Church did daily preach Base Atheism, and Doctors which did teach, False doctrine: These, we pray, conduct with thee And purge our land from all impiety, And therefore (lo!) we all do wish thee well And wishing so we bid thee all farewell. Upon both. THus joy and grief do go together So unitely, none knows whither, Does retain the upper place For both alike are seen in face, Thus joy and grief do jointly cry A mutual Antipathy, Sometimes some grieving I do see O most illustrious King for thee, Sometimes, me thinks, I see some joy O Queen for thee, and think't a toy, Any longer time to mourn To grief subjected so forlorn, Lo! joy and grief are equal so And both together thus do go, I know not which have upper hand They're so conjoined in one band, When we, O blessed King, do think On thy departure, we do sink, Under the Tyranny of grief Void of help or just relief, When we, glorious Queen, do cast An eye on thee, no grief do last, But then immediately we do Rejoice in thinking on thee so, And thus my judgement cannot be Equally poised, for to see, Whither joy or sorrow may Be greatest, and so get the day, For they are so unitely joined Together, that no man can find, Wither the people's common voice In thee, O Queen do most rejoice, Or whither they most blessed King More sorrow unto thee do bring, We do rejoice, O blessed Queen In thy departure cause there's seen, All Papists to departed with thee To purge our land from Popery, We cannot choose but thee commend For that affection thou dost lend, To us, advancing high the Crown And Papistry in pulling down, Thus do we all contemn the Pope In thee magnanimous King we hope. First these two Kingdoms to unite And both to Brotherhood invite, And then we doubt not but we shall Reflourish both in truth, from all, Hell-nourisht faction, while we pray Religion never may decay, Thus ye see that joy and grief Both to our Kingdoms gives relief, But saving that Antipathy Me thinks I hear each subject cry, Return, O King, return, O Queen, farewell Farewell O Queen, return O King, full-well. FINIS.