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It adds much to thy glory and our grace,
Could'st thou but see from Dover to the Mount, That tbis continued current of our love
From Totnes to the Orcades; what joy, Runs thus to thee all, with so swift a pace;
What cheer, what triumphs, and what dear account
A day, which we and ours must ever count
And though men thus court kings still which are new;
We know thee more than by report we had.
Under thy band; that now we need not dread
The institution with the happy birth
That doth encourage, strengthen, and relieve
Thy sceptre to thy word, and binds thy crown Let no pen else blazon their ugliness :
(That else no band can bind) to ratify Be it enough, that God and men do scorn
What thy religious hand hath there set down; Their projects, censures, vajn pretendenees. Wherein thy all-commanding sov'reignty Let not our children, that are yet unborn,
Stands subject to thy pen and thy renown. Find there were any offer'd to contest,
There we behold thee king of thine own heart; Or make a doubt to have our kingdom bless'd. And see what we must be, and what thou art. Bury that question in th' eternal grave
There, great exemplar! prototype of kings ! Of darkness, never to be seen again.
We find the good shall dwell within thy coart: Suffice we have thee whom we ought to have, Plain Zeal and Truth, free from base flatterings, And twbom all good men knew did appertain Shall there be entertain'd, and have resort: Th'inheritance thy sacred birth-right gave; Honest Discretion, that no cunning brings; That needed n' other suffrages t' ordain
But counsels that lie right, and that import, What only was thy due, nor no decree
Is there receivid with those whose care attends To be made known, since none was known but thee Thee and the state more than their private ends. Witness the joy, the universal cheer,
There grace and favour shall not be dispos'd, The speed, the ease, the will, the forwardness, But by proportion, even and upright, Of all this great and spacious state; how dear There are no mighty mountains interpos'd It held thy title and thy worthiness.
Between thy beams and us, t'imbar thy light. Haste could not post so speedy any where, There majesty lives not as if enclos'd, But Fame seem'd there before in readiness, Or made a prey t' a private benefit. To tell our hopes, and to proclaim thy name; The hand of pow'r deals there her own reward, O greater than our hopes! more than thy fame! And thereby reaps the whole of men's regard. What a return of comfort dost thou bring, There is no way to get up to respect, Now at this fresh returning of our blood;
But only by the way of worthiness; Thns meeting with the op'ning of the spring, All passages that may seem indirect, To make our spirits likewise to imbud!
Are stopt up now; and there is no access
By gross corruption : bribes cammot effect
Th'ascent is clean; and he that doth ascend, Of greater strength, of more ability !
Must have his means as clean as is his end. The pulse of England never more did beat The deeds of worth, and laudable deserts, So strong as now-Nor eter were our bearts Shall not now pass thorough the straight report Let ont to hopes so spacious and so great,
Of an embasing tongue, that but imparts As now they are Nor ever in all parts
What with bis ends and humours shall comport. Did we thus feel so comfortable heat,
The prince himself now hears, sees, knows what parts As now the glory of thy worth imparts :
Honour and virtue acts, and in what sort, The whole complexion of the commonwealth, And thereto gives his grace accordingly, So weak before, hop'd never more for health. And cheers up other to the like thereby.
Nor shall we now have use for flattery;
By which improvement we shall gain much more For he knows falsehood far more subtle is
Than by Peru ; or all discoveries :
For this way to embase, is to enstore
This is the only key ť unlock the door,
To let out plenty, that it may suffice: That which it would, that now we must be fain For more than all this isle, for more increase Tunlearn that art, and labour to be plain. Of subjects than by thee, there can increase. For where there is no ear to be abus'd,
This shall make room and place enough for all,
And by proportion geometrical,
As that without corruption, wrangling, brawl,
Shall come to shine at full in all her parts,
And spread her beams of comfort equally,
For thus to check, embase, and vilify
Th’esteem of wealth, will fashion so our hearts That this great passage and mutation will
To worthy ends, as that we shall by much Not seem a change, but only of our ill.
More labour to be good than to be rich. We shall continue and remain all one,
This will make peace with Law; restore the Bar In law, in justice, and in magistrate :
T' her ancient silence; where contention now Thou wilt not alter the foundation
Makes so confus'd a noise-This will debar Thy ancesters have laid of this estate,
The fost'ring of debate; and overthrow
That ugly monster, that foul ravener,
The strange examples of impor'rishments,
Of sacrilege, exaction, and of waste,
For times to come; but end with th' ages past. Th' anointed blood that stain'd most shamefully When as the state shall yield more supplements This ill-seduced state, he looks thereon
(B’ing well employ'd) than kings can well exhaust; With eye of grief, not wrath, t'avenge the same, This golden meadow lying ready still Since th’authors are extinct that caus’d that shame. Then to be mow'd, when their occasions will. Thus mighty rivers quietly do glide,
Favour, like pity, in the hearts of men And do not by their rage their pow'rs profess, Have the first touches ever violent; But by their mighty workings; when in pride But soon again it comes to languish, when Small torrents roar more loud, and work much less. The motive of that humour shall be spent : Peace greatness best becomes. Calm pow'r doth But b’ing still fed with that which first hath been With a far more imperious stateliness, [guide The cause thereof, it holds still permanent, Than all the swords of violence can do,
And is kept in by course, by form, by kind; And easier gains those ends she tends unto. And time begets more ties, that still more bind. Then, England, thou hast reason thus to cheer; The broken frame of this disjointed state Reason to joy and triumph in this wise;
B'ing by the bliss of thy great grandfather When thou shalt gain so much, and have no fear, (Henry the Seventh) restor'd to an estate To lose ought else but thy deformities;
More sound than ever, and more stedfaster,
Stands bound to thee, that art his successor:
Having endur'd the weight of tyranny, (thing Than money; other means for place,
Mourn'd with the world, complain'd, and knew the Than gold-wealth shall not now make honesty. That good men wish for in their misery When thou shalt see the estimation base,
Under ill kings; saw what it was to bring
Order and form, to the recovery
Thou, boru a king, hast in thy state endur'd How much hast thou bound all posterities
In this great work to reverence thy name!
And learned Morton! who contriv'd the same, Whereby thy princely wisdom hath allur'd And first advis'd, and did so well advise, A state to peace, left to thee turbulent,
As that the good success that thereof came, And brought us an addition to the frame
Show'd well, that holy hands, clean thoughts, clear
Thou ever hast opposed all thy might
Persuading still to hold the course of right;
And peace hath been the burden of thy song. And lustful prince, nor all that after came; And now thyself sbalt have the benefite Nor child, nor stranger, nor yet women's fate, Of quietness, which thou hast wanted long ; Could once disjoint the compliments, whereby And now shalt have calm peace, and union It held together in just symmetry.
With thine own wars; and now thou must go on. So thou likewise art come, as fore-ordain'd Only the joy of this so dear a thing To reinforce the same more really,
Made me look back unto the cause, whence came Which oftentimes hath but been entertain'd This so great good, this blessing of a king; By th' only style and name of majesty ;
When our estate so much requir'd the same: And by no other counsels oft attain'd
When we had need of pow'r for th' well-ord’ring Those ends of her enjoy'd tranquillity,
Of our affairs : need of a spir't to frame
These loathsome surfeits, ugly gluttony ;
From this unmanly, and this idle vein That otherwise upon us needs must light.
Of wanton and superfluous bravery; None but a king, and no king else beside,
The wreck of gentry, spoil of nobleness ; Could now have sav'd this state from b'ing destroy'd. And square us by thy temp?rate soberness. Thus hath the hundred years brought back again When abstinence is fashion d by the time, The sacred blood lent to adorn the north,
It is no rare thing to be abstinent:
(crime) And here return'd it with a greater gain,
But then it is, when th' age (full franght with And greater glory than we sent it forth.
Lies prostrate unto all misgovernment.
No pow'r can tempt him to that taste of ill. Marg'ret of Richmond, (glorious grandmother Then what are we t expect from such a hand, Unto that other precious Margaret,
That doth this stern of fair example guide? From whence th’ Almighty worker did transfer Who will not now shame to have no command This branch of peace, as from a root well set) Over his lusts? who would be seen t'abide Thou mother, author, plotter, counsellor
Unfaithful to his vows; t' infringe the band Of union! that did'st both conceive, beget, Of a most sacred kpot which God hath ty'd ? And bring forth bappiness to this great state, Who would now seem to be dishonoured To make it thus entirely fortunate :
With th' unclean touch of an unlawful bed? O could'st thou now but view this fair success, What a great check will this chaste court be now This great effect of thy religious work,
To wanton courts debauch'd with luxury; And see therein how God hath pleas'd to bless Where we no other mistresses shall know, Thy charitable counsels; and to work
But her to whom we owe our loyalty ? Still greater good out of the blessedness
Chaste mother of our princes, whence do grow Of this conjoined Lancaster and York:
Those righteous issues, which shall glorify Which all conjoin'd within; and those shut out, And comfort many nations with their worth, Whom nature and their birth had set without! To her perpetual grace that brought them fortb.
That nan can show that no cloud may impair
We sball not fear to have our wives distain'd, But God that rais'd thee up to act this part, Nor yet our daughters violated here
Hath giv’n thee all those pow'rs of worthiness, By an imperial lust, that b’ing unrein'd,
Fit for so great a work; and fram'd thy heart Will hardly be resisted any where.
Discernible of all apparencies; He will not be betray'd with ease, nor train'd Taught thee to know the world, and this great art With idle rest, in soft delights to wear
Of ord'ring man: knowledge of knowledges ! His time of life; but knows whereto he tends; That from thee mén might reckon how this state How worthy minds are made for worthy ends. Became restor'd, and was made fortunate. And that this mighty work of Union, now
That thou the first with us in name, might'st be Begun with glory, must with grace run on, The first in course, to fashion us a-new; And be so clos'd, as all the joints may grow Wherein the times hath offer'd that to thee, Together firm in due proportion:
Which seldom t' other princes could accrve. A work of pow'r and judgment, that must show Thou hast th' advantage only to be free, All parts of wisdom and discretion,
T'employ thy favours where they shall be due;
And to dispose they grace in general,
Thy fortane hath indebted thee to none,
And not to them, but for their love alone,
Nor wilt thou now frustrate their hopes, whereou A more laborious work; who must commence They rest ; nor they fail in their loyalty: The great foundation of a government,
Since no prince comes deceived in his trust, And lay the frame of order and content.
But he that first deceives, and proves unjust. Especially where men's desires do run
Then since we are in this so fair a way A greedy course of eminency, gain,
Of restoration, greatness, and command;
In this fair work, or interrupts thy hand;
Thy graces, or thy goodness to withstand;
And he that shall by wicked offices
Be th' author of the least disturbancy, Thy judgment now must only rectify
Or seek t'avert thy godly purposes, This frame of pow'r thy glory stands upon: Be ever held the scorn of infamy. From thee must come, that thy posterity
And let men but consider their success, May joy this peace, and hold this union.
Who princes' loves abus'd presumptuously; For whilst all work for their own benefit,
They shall perceive their ends do still relate, Thy only work must keep us all upright.
That sure God loves them not, whom men do hate. For did not now thy full maturity
And it is just, that they who make a prey Of years and wisdom, that discern what shows,
Of princes' favours, in the end again What art and colours may deceive the eye,
Be made a prey to princes; and repay Secure our trust that that clear judgment knows
The spoils of misery with greater gain : Upon what grounds depend thy majesty,
Whose sacrifices ever do allay And whence the glory of thy greatness grows;
The wrath of men conceiv'd in their disdain: We might distrust, lest that a side might part
For that their hatred prosecuteth still Thee from thyself, and so surprise thy heart.
More than ill princes, those that make them ill. Since thou 'rt but one, and that against thy breast But both thy judgment and estate doth free Are laid all th' engines both of skill and wit; And all th' assaults of cunning are address’d,
Thee from these pow'rs of fear and flattery, With stratagems of art, to enter it;
The conquerors of kings; by whom, we see, To make a prey of grace, and to invest
Are wrought the acts of all impiety. Their pow'rs within thy love; that they might sit,
Thou art so set, as thou'st no cause to be And stir that way which their affection tends,
Jealous, or dreadful of disloyalty: Respecting but themselves and their own ends.
The pedestal whereon thy greatness stands,
Is built of all our hearts, and all our hands.
LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL OF ENGLAND
Which thy clear-ey'd experience well descries,
Refuge of mercy! upon whom relies
Altar of safeguard! Whereto affliction flies,
Haven of peace! That labour'st to withdraw
And set her in a calm and even way,
Plain, and directly leading to redress;
Barring these counter-courses of delay,
The heads of hydra, springing out of death,
And good of man, might not be turn'd this hurt, And seem to foster, rather than withstand
To make him worser by his remedy, Contention; and embrace obscurity,
And cast him down with what should him support, Only t' afflict, and not to fashion ns,
Nor that the state of law might lose thereby Making her cure far worse than the disease : The due respect and rev'rence of her port;
And seem a trap to catch our ignorance,
And to entangle our intemperance.
Unto a like infinity arise;
As being a science that by nature breeds Unto our passions; and did ev'n profess
Contention, strife, and ambiguities. Contention, as her only mystery,
For altercation controversy feeds,
The field of cavil lying all like wide,
A prohibition, that no advocate
Lest their new setting, shaken with debate,
“ For having not this skill how to contend, Must there be still some discord mix'd among Th' unnourish'd strife would quickly make an end." The harmony of men ; whose mood accords Best with contention, tun'd t'a note of wrong?
So likewise did the Hungarian, when he saw That when war fails, peace must make war with These great Italian bartolists, who were words,
Call'd in of purpose to explain the law, And b'arm'd unto destruction ev'n as strong,
T embroil it inore, and make it much less clear; As were in ages past our civil swords :
Caus'd them from out his kingdom to withdraw, Making as deep, although unbleeding wounds;
With this infestious skill, some other-where ; That when as fury fails, wisdom confounds.
Whose learning rather let men further out,
And open'd wider passages of doubt. If it be wisdom, and not cunning, this
Seeing ev’n injustice may be regulate; Which so embroils the state of truth with brawls,
And no proportion can there be betwixt And wraps it up in strange confusedness ;
Our actions, which in endless motion are, As if it liv'd immur'd within the walls
And th' ordinances, which are always fix'd : Of hideous terms, fram'd out of barb'rousness
Ten thousand laws more cannot reach so far, And foreign customs, the memorials
But malice goes beyond, or lives immix'd Of our subjection ; and could never be
So close with goodness, as it ever will Deliver'd but by wrangling subtilty.
Corrupt, disguise, or counterfeit it still. Whereas it dwells free in the open plain,
And therefore did those glorious monarchs (who Uncurious, gentle, easy of access :
Divide with God the style of majesty, Certain unto itself ; of equal vein;
For being good; and had a care to do One face, one colour, one assuredness.
The world right, and succour honesty) It's falsehood that is intricate and vain,
Ordain this sanctuary, whereunto And needs these ļabyrinths of subtleness:
Th' oppress'd might fly; the seat of equity, For where the cunving'st cov'rings most appear,
Whereon thy virtues sit with fair renown, It argues still that all is not sincere.
The greatest grace and glory of the gown.