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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.
Glory of men! this hast tbou brougbt to us,
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
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;
Attemptive, able, worthy, generous,
A people tractable, obsequious,
Apt to be fashion'd by thy glorious hand
To any form of honour, t any way
A people so inur'd to peace; so wrought
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,
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:
Whereby, O mighty sov'reign, thou art told,
What thou and thine are likely to expect
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.
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
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 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;
Stands subject to thy pen and thy renown.
There we behold thee king of thine own heart;
There, great exemplar! prototype of kings !
We find the gond shall dwell within thy court:
But counsels that lie right, and that import,
Is there receir'd with those whose care attends
There grace and favour shall not be dispos’d,
Between thy beams and us, t'imbar thy light.
But only by the way of worthiness;
Are stopt up now; and there is no access
By gross corruption : bribes caunot effect
Th' ascent is clean; and he that doth ascend,
Must have his means as clean as is his end.
Of an embasing tongue, that but imparts
What with bis ends and humours shall comport.
The prince himself now hears, sees, knows what parts
Honour and virtue acts, and in what sort ;
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,
Aud 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
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,
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 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,
Stands bound to thee, that art his successor :
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
Order and form, to the recovery
Thou, born 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, 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
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 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
Out of this humour of luxuriousness :
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 fraught 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; 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.
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
Which seldom t other princes could accrue.
T'employ thy favours where they shall be due;
Thy fortane hath indebted thee to none,
And not to them, but for their love alone,
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;
In this fair work, or interrupts thy hand;
Thy graces, or thy goodness to withstand;
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.