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A lovely count'nance of his being well,

What heretofore could never yet be wrought And so would ever make his tongue to tell. By all the swords of pow'r, by blood, by fire, Although the fervour of extremity,

By ruin and destruction : here's brought to pass Which often doth throw those defences down, With peace, with love, with joy, desire: Which in our health wall in infirmity,

Our former blessed union bath begot Might open lay more than we would have known; A greater union that is more entire, Yet did no idle word in him bewray

And makes us more ourselves; sets us at one Any one piece of Nature ill set in;

With Nature, that ordain'd us to be one.
Those lightnesses that any thing will say,
Could say no ill of what they knew within.

Glory of men! this hast tbou brougbt to us,
Such a sure lock of silent modesty

And yet hast brought us more than this by far: Was set in life upon that noble heart,

Religion comes with thee, peace, rigliteousness, As if no anguish nor extremity

Judgment, and justice; which more glorious are Could open it, ť impair that worthy part.

Than all thy kingdoms: and art more by this For having dedicated still the same

Than lord and sov'reign ; more than emperor Unto devotion, and to sacred skill;

Over the hearts of men, that let thee in That furnish perfect held; that blessed flame

To more than all the pow'r3 on Earth can win. Continu'd to the last in fervour still.

God makes thee king of our estates; but we And when his spir't and tongue no longer could

Do make thee king of our affection, Do any certain services beside,

King of our love: a passion born more free, Ev'n at the point of parting they unfold,

And most unsubject to dominion. With fervent zeal, how only he rely'd

And know, that England, which in that degree Upon the merits of the precious death

Can love with such a true devotion
Of his Redeemer; and with rapt desires
Th' appeals to grace, his soul delivereth

Those that are less than kings; to thee must bring Unto the hand of mercy, and expires.

More love, who art so much more than a king. Thus did that worthy, who most virtuously And king of this great nation, populous, And mildly liv'd, most sweet and mildly die.

Stout, valiant, pow'rful both by sea and land;
And thus, great patron of my Muse, have I

Attemptive, able, worthy, generous,
Paid thee my vows, and fairly cleard th’accounts, which joyfully embraces thy command :
Which in my love I owe thy memory.

A people tractable, obsequious,
And let me say, that herein there amounts

Apt to be fashion'd by thy glorious hand
Something unto thy fortune, that thou hast

To any form of honour, t any way
This monument of thee perhaps may last. Of high attempts, thy virtues shall assay.
Which doth not t' ev'ry mighty man befall:
For lo! how many when they die, die all.

A people so inur'd to peace; so wrought
And this doth argue too thy great deserts:

To a successive course of quietness, For honour never brought unworthiness

As they 've forgot (and o b'it still forgot!) Further than to the grave: and there it parts, The nature of their ancient stubbornness : And leaves men's greatness to forgetfulness. Time alter'd hath the form, the means, and brought And we do see that nettles, thistles, brakes,

The state to that proportion'd evenness, (The poorest works of Nature) tread upon

As 't is not like again 't will ever come The proudest frames that man's invention makes, (Being us'd abroad) to draw the sword at home, To hold his memory when he is gone. But Devonshire, thou hast another tomb,

This people, this great state, these hearts adore Made thy virtues in a safer room.

Thy eptre now; and now turn all to thee,
Touch'd with a pow'rful zeal, and if not more:
(And yet O more how could there ever be,

Than unto her, whom yet we do deplore

Amidst our joy!) and give us'leave, if we

Rejoice and mourn; that cannot, without wrong, DELIVERED TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY, AT So soon forget her we enjoy'd so long.

BURLEIGH-HARRINGTON, IN RUTLANDSHIRE. Lo here the glory of a greater day,

Which likewise makes for thee, that yet we hold

True after death; and bring not this respect Than England ever heretofore could see In all her days! when she did most display

To a new prince, for hating of the old;

Or from desire of change, or from neglect:
The ensigns of her powr; or when as she
Did spread herself the most, and most did sway

Whereby, O mighty sov'reign, thou art told,

What thou and thine are likely to expect
Her state abroad; yet could she never be
Thus bless'd at home, nor ever come to grow

From such a faith, that doth not haste to run To be entire in her full orb till now.

Before their time to an arising sun. And now she is, and now in peace; therefore And let my humble Muse, whom she did grace, Shake hands with union, O thou mighty state! Beg this one grace for her that now lies dead; Now thou art all Great Britain, and no more; That no vile tongue may spot her with disgrace, No Scot, no English now, nor no debate :

Nor that her fame become disfigured: No borders, but the ocean and the shore;

O let her rest in peace, that rul'd in peace! No wall of Adrian serves to separate

Let not her honour be disquieted Our mutual love, nor our obedience;

Now after death ; but let the grave enclose B'ing subjects all to one imperial prince.

All but her good, and that it cannot close.

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It adds much to thy glory and our grace,

Could'st thou but see from Dover to the Mount, That this 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
And that from peace to peace we do remove, Is held of thy renown this blessed day!
Not as in motion but from out our place,

A day, which we and ours must ever count
But in one course; and do not seem to move, Our solemn festival, as well we may.
But in more joy than ever beretofore;

And though men thus court kings still which are new;
And weli we may, since thou wilt make us more. Yet do they more, when they find more is due.
Our love, we see, concurs with God's great love, They fear the humours of a future prince,
Who only made thy way, thy passage plain ; Who either lost a good, or felt a bad :
Levell'd the world for thee; did all remove But thou hast cheer'd us of this fear long since ;
That might the show but of a let retain :

We know thee more than by report we had.
Unbarr'd the North ; humbld the South ; did move We have an everlasting evidence
The hearts of all, the right to entertain;

Under thy band; that now we need not dread
Held other states embroil'd, whose envy might Thou wilt be otherwise in thy designs,
Have foster'd factions to impugn thy right: Than there thou art in those judicial lines.
And all for thee, that we the more might praise It is the greatest glory upon Earth
The glory of his pow'r, and rev'rence thine; To be a king; but yet much more to give
Whom he hath rais'd to glorify our days,

The institution with the happy birth And make this empire of the north to shine, Unto a king, and teach him how to live. Against all th' impious workings, all th' assays We have by thee far more than thine own worth, Or vile dis-natur'd vipers; whose design

That doth encourage, strengthen, and relieve Was to embroil the state, t' obscure the light, Our hopes in the succession of thy blood, And that clear brightness of thy sacred right. That like to thee, they likewise will be good. To whose reproach, since th' issue and success We have an earnest, that doth even tie Doth a sufficient mark of shame return,

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, vain pretendences. 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 gond shall dwell within thy court:
Suffice we have thee whom we ought to have, Plain Zeal and Truth, free from base flatterings,
And t' whom 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 receir'd 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 ta private benefit.
Tu 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;
This meeting with the op'ning of the spring, All passages that may seem indirect,
To inake our spirits likewise to imbud!

Are stopt up now; and there is no access
What a new season of encouraging

By gross corruption : bribes caunot effect
Begins t'enlength the days dispos'd to good! For th' undeserving any offices.
What apprehension of recovery

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 ever were our hearts Shall not now pass thorough the straight report
Let out 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.

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Nor shall we now have use for flattery;

By which improvement we shall gain much more For be knows falsehood far more subtle is

Than by Peru ; or all discoveries : Than truth, baseness than liberty,

For this way to embase, is to enstore Fear than love, t'invent these flourishes :

The treasure of the land, and make it rise. And adulation now is spent so nigh,

This is the only key t’ unlock the door, As that it hath no colours to express

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 T' unlearn 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,
None will be found that dare t'inform a wrong: Which otherwise would not suffice a fes:
The insolent depraver stands confus'd;

Aud by proportion geometrical,
The impious atheist seems to want a tongue. Shall so dispose to all what shall be due,
Transform'd into the fashion that is us'd,

As that without corruption, wrangling, brawl,
All strive t'appear like those they live among : Intrusion, wrestling, and by means undue ;
And all will seen compos’d by that same square, Desert shall have her charge, and but one charge,
By which they see the best and greatest are. As having but one body to discharge.
Such pow'r hath thy example and respect, Whereby the all-incheering majesty
As that without a sword, without debate,

Shall come to shine at full in all her parts,
Without a noise, (or feeling, in effect)

And spread her beams of comfort equally,
Thou wilt dispose, change, form, accommodate, As being all alike to like deserts. -
Thy kingdom, people, rule, and all effect,

For thus to check, embase, and vilify
Without the least convulsion of the state ; 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 non Thou wilt not alter the foundation

Makes so confus'd a poise - This will debar Thy ancesters have laid of this estate,

The fost'ring of debate; and overthrow Nor grieve thy land with innovation,

That ugly monster, that foul ravener, Nor take from us more than thou wilt collate; Extortion, which so hideously did grow, Knowing that course is best to be observ'd,

By making prey upon our misery, Whereby a state hath longest been preserv'd. And wasting it again as wickedly. A king of England now most graciously

The strange examples of impov'rishments,
Remits the injuries that have been done

Of sacrilege, exaction, and of waste,
T'a king of Scots, and makes his clemency Shall not be made, nor held as presidents
To check them more than his correction :

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 bath 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,
When thus thou shalt have health, and be set clear Owes all it hath to him; and in that rate
From all thy great infectious maladies,

Stands bound to thee, that art his successor :
By such a hand that best knows how to cure, For without him it had not been begun;
And where most lie those griefs thou dost endure. And without thee we bad been now undoue.
When thou shalt see there is another grace, He of a private man became a king;
Than to be rich; another dignity,

Having endur'd the weight of tyranny, [thing Than money; other means for place,

Moum'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
Of that which inost afflicts our misery;

Order and form, to the recovery
Without the which else could'st thou never see Of an unruly state : conceiv'd what cure
Our ways laid right, nor men themselves to be. Would kill the cause of this distemp'rature..

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Thou, born a king, hast in thy state endur'd How much hast thou bound all posterities
The sowre affronts of private discontent,

In this great work to reverence thy name!
With subjects' broils; and ever been inur'd And with thee that religious, faithful, wise,
To this great mystery of government:

And learned Morton! who contriv'd the same, Whereby thy princely wisdom hath allur'd And first advis'd, and did so well advise, BE 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 ID: Of this great work, squar'd fitly to the same. Are only fit to act such glorious parts. [hearts,

And both you (by th’ all-working providence, But, Muse, these dear remembrances must be
That fashions out of dangers, toils, debates, In their convenient places registred,
Those whom it bath ordained to commence When thou shalt bring stern Discord to agree,
The first and great establishments of states) And bloody War into a quiet bed.
Came when your aid, your pow'r's experience Which work must now be finished by thee,
(Which out of judgment best accommodates That long hath lain undone; as destined
These joints of rule) was more than most desir'd, Unto the glory of these days: for which
And when the times of need the most requir’d. Thy vows and verse bave laboured so much.
And as he laid the model of this frame,

Thou ever hast opposed all thy might
By which was built so strong a work of state, Against contention, fury, pride, and wrong;
As all the pow'rs of changes in the same,

Persuading still to hold the course of right;
All that excess of a disordinate

And peace hath been the burden of thy song. And lustful prince, nor all that after came; And now thyself sbalt have the benefit 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 owo 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 spirit to frame
Than by this form, and by th' encumbrances The world to good, to grace and worthiness,
Of neighbour-states, that gave it a success.

Out of this humour of luxuriousness :
That had'st thou had no title, (as thou hast And bring us back unto ourselves again,
The only right; and none bath else a right) Unto our ancient native modesty,
We yet must now have been enforc'd t' have cast From out these foreign sins we entertain,
Ourselves into thy arms, to set all right;

These loathsome surfeits, ugly gluttony ;
And to avert confusion, bloodshed, waste,

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 fraught with And greater glory than we sent it forth.

Lies prostrate unto all misgovernment.
Thus doth th' all-working Providence retain, And who is not licentious in the prime
And keep for great effects the seed of worth, And heat of youth, nor then incontinent
And so doth point the stops of time thereby, When out of might he may, he never will;
In periods of uncertain certainty.

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; l'infringe the band Of union! that did'st both conceive, beget,

Of a most sacred knot which God hath ty'd? And bring forth happiness to this great state, Who would now seem to be dishonoured To make it this 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 forth.

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We shall 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 tbis 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 men might reckon how this state How worthy miods 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 accrue.
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;
That man can show; that no cloud may impair And to dispose they grace in general,
This day of hope, whose morning shows so fair. And like to Jove, to be alike to all.
He hath a mighty burden to sustain

Thy fortane hath indebted thee to none,
Whose fortune doth succeed a gracious prince; But t all thy people universally;
Or where men's expectations entertain

And not to them, but for their love alone,
Hopes of more good, and more beneficence: Which they account is placed worthily.
But yet he undergoes a greater pain,

Nor wilt thou now frustrate their hopes, whereon 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 be 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;
And private hopes; weighing not what is done Cursed be he that causes the least stay
For the republic, so themselves may gain

In this fair work, or interrupts thy hand;
Their ends; and where few care who be undone, And cursed he that offers to betray
So they be made: whilst all do entertain

Thy graces, or thy goodness to withstand;
The present motions that this passage brings, Let him be held abhorr'd, and all his race
With th' infancy of change, under new kings.

Inherit but the portion of disgrace. So that the weight of all seems to rely

And he that shall by wicked offices Wholly upon thine own discretion;

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 addressid,

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.
And see'ng how difficult a thing it is
To rule; and what strength is requir'd to stand
Against all th' interplac'd respondences
Of combinations, set to keep the hand
And eye of Pow'r from out the provinces,
That Avarice may draw to her command ;
Which, to keep hers, she others vows to spare,
That they again to her might use like care.

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