Prince Henrie revived Or A poeme vpon the birth, and in honor of the hopefull yong Prince Henrie Frederick, first sonne and heire apparant to the most excellent princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhine, and the mirrour of ladies, Princesse Elizabeth, his wife, only daughter to our Soueraigne Iames King of Great Brittaine, &c. By Henrie Peacham.

Prince Henrie revived Or A poeme vpon the birth, and in honor of the hopefull yong Prince Henrie Frederick, first sonne and heire apparant to the most excellent princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhine, and the mirrour of ladies, Princesse Elizabeth, his wife, only daughter to our Soueraigne Iames King of Great Brittaine, &c. By Henrie Peacham.

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TO THE MIGHTIE, AND MOST MAGNIFICENT PRINCESSE ELIZABETH, PRINCESSE PALATINE OF THE RHENE, Duchesse of Bauaria, &c.

To the same most Excellent Princesse.

PRINCE HENRIE REVIVED.

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PRINCE HENRIE REVIVED.

NOw iocund Muses to an higer string

We tune our Lyre, a loftie Theame to sing,

And leaue a while the vale, to mounten vp

With bolder wing Pernassus heauenly top:

Where holy Virgin eldest of the nine,

Whose temples with a seuen-fold crownet shine

Vrani [...].

And glorious mantle guildes the sable night,

With manie a thousand twinckling Chrysolite:

Say, in what part we find those happie [...]tars

That keep enrol'd, in golden Characters,

The Fate of Princes, and eternall summe

Of all; that was, and euer is to come.

To after times, I may arightly read,

The hopefull Haruest of this heauenly seed.

For, can the bloud, deriued from the veines

Of so great Princes, such imperiall Raignes,

Vnhopefull be? and Impe of richest root,

Deceiue our wishes in abundant fruit:

Or whether this beene that same goodly tree,

That nigh the fertile Rhine must planted bee:

Whose fruitfull branch, should Europe ouer-spread,

And check the Heauen with her lofty-head.

[Page]Or one of those braue Worthies, ioyn'd in one

With the red Lion of old Caledon,

(Foretold by Merlin, whose one foot should presse

The vnshorne top of that vast wildernesse,

The other graspe, with farre extended power,

The Pyram of Troie-nouants highest tower)

Should as so many fatall sunnes appeare

To chase the Crescent from our Hemispheare:

Or that strong arme expected long agoe,

Should giue the Byzant beast a deadly blow:

At Collen bathing (drunke with Christian blood)

His loathed limmes in Rhenus siluer flood,

I may not rash aread; but this I wot

How Ianiuere, his bitter rage forgot,

For lustie greene y'chang'd his frostie gray:

(As if he woed the sweet and daintie May)

For ioy he brought first tidings of this birth,

And gaue the goodliest New yeares gift on earth.

When smiling Gladnesse, child of heauenly Ioue,

(Her daintie cordiall gotten from aboue)

With rosie fingers now beganne to shed

Ambrosian dewes with kisses tempered.

And drops for ioy, Loues selfe had wept full often,

Wherewith she woont, afflicted hearts to soften,

That all to mirth, each Creature melted now;

Yea Enuies selfe, though knew not why or how,

Vntill thy beeing, Fame had fully blowne:

Thrice-welcome Infant, which no sooner knowne,

But reared weare in honour of thy name,

The goodliest sights Magnificence could frame;

[Page]When Piles bright burning, by the silent Moone

In euery street, of midnight made the noone.

While siluer bels, with iron tongues proclaime

A new borne Henry, to the Nymphes of Thame.

Yee Nymphes of Thame, whose louely shape excels

So far the fairest of each Beautie els,

That you may boast both modell and the mould

Of her perfection. What we doe behold

In stranger Countries, read in antique lines,

Are pourtraies, but of sunburnt Abissines,

To you compar'd; that Paphos seemes to me,

From Greece transported into Britannie.

And while I blazon broad this beautious crew;

Faire Sisters, let me draw the veile from you:

Who though yee liue, retir'd from worldes eye,

Estrang'd from Court, and Cities vanitie,

For louelie feature doe giue place to none.

Whereto, your birth (as some high prized stone)

Though addes more lustre, yet the goodly care

Of vertuous life, wherein yee nourtred are,

Giues freer wing abroad vnto your Fame,

Then your braue Bea [...]ties, or great Dudleies name.

The honourable and most accomplished Gentleman Sir Robert Dudley his fiue daughters.

They dedicate with one accord the day,

To all disport, and merriment they may;

For thy, thy stars foretell them happie peace,

And giue their half-dead Hopes a new increase,

Faire morning bud of Englands white-red Rose,

And seuenth Henry in her strifes compose:

If euer (God forbid) her breast should feele,

The bitter edge of her owne conquering steele:

[Page]Wherewith she woont with mightie arme to lop

The proudest head that durst her ouertop.

Who com'st another anchor to her state,

For it she lost by wofull wreck alate;

That hate of Hell; nor Traytor Heauen-abhor'd

Doe what they may shall breake our triple cord,

Who sheildest, sleeping euen in Mothers arme,

Thy Grand sire, vncle Prince, more safe from harme,

Then Axes, Tasters, Groomes about the bed,

Then stronge [...]t holdes, or gards twice doubled.

Who comet-like dost suddenly amaze

The stricken foe, who standing at the gaze

Amused, reads ore what vnhappie Realme,

The bloudie Meteor shakes his fierie streame.

But as ore Haemus, when the morne hath drawne

Her purple Curtaines, after early dawne,

To lay to view her goodly golden pawne,

Her new borne sonne y'wrapt in Rosie lawne:

Who now awearie of his watrie bed

Off shakes the dew from his bright burnish'd head;

And with Ambrosian smile, and gentle cheare

Reuiues the world that wanted him whileare,

So vs thine owne thou gladdest with thy birth,

The welcome-welcomst stranger vpon earth;

New come into thine age, where all things smile

By peace compos'd, (that Chaos-like erewhile

Lay rude, confused) discords indigest,

Whose formelesse forme may no where be exprest.

Like as into some goodly garden plot,

[Page]That heeretofore hath her rude face forgot,

And lay an heape defac'd with filthie soile,

Oregrowne with bryars, abus'd by beastly spoile:

By Art and Nature now embellished

Smiles with a thousand daintie beauties spred,

Vaunting vnto the greedie gazing eye

By Sun-rise her perfum'd embroderie.

When Mother-feared Warre, that long hath rent

The bodie of our Christian continent;

And like the in-breach of a mightie flood,

Orethrowne our houses, drown'd our streetes with blood:

Cōs [...]m'd our Cities, laid our Countrie wa [...]t,

Deuour'd our people, holy things defac'd:

Shall prostrate at thy foot in deep disdaine,

Lie raging bound in hundred double chaine,

Vntill his heart-strings breake for fell despight,

Or his owne armes doe kil him with their weight.

Why braue Heroes yee that Eglets bee,

And high-borne sonnes of Caesars Monarchie,

Who haue so oft your puissant forces tride,

Against the common foe, doe yee diuide

Your selues and safeties, while ye entertaine

Huge Armies in your home-bred quarrels vaine?

Or factious Schisme that some dissentious head,

By night (his Cockle) hath dissemined?

Or erst as

Guicciardine.

Suizze and Burgundie begin,

An endlesse war about an vntoll'd skinne?

While Eagle Eagle cruelly pursues,

And brother brother with his bloud embru [...]s.

[Page]If the easefull age your actiue spirits yrke,

Not weeting how to set your selues a worke,

Turne your keen steele against the hateful Turk.

Enough, enough, our guilt (oh gratious God)

If be thy will, hath felt thy bittter rod.

Ierem. c. 47. & 29.

Oh turne that sword againe into his sheath

That hath so long chastised vs beneath:

Let not our selues our executioners bee,

While foes are fatted with the Tragedie.

As when there beene in Erimanthus met

Two saluage Bores, with tuskes deadly whet,

Who eyther each with fiercest fury gore,

For rangership the spacious forrest ore,

Vntill around the grassie veluet sted

With bloudie filth bee all discolored;

A slily lurking Lionesse beneath,

When sees them wearie, wounded, out of breath,

Leapes from her lare to arbitrate the fray,

With hungry teeth, and both become her pray.

What flood, the bloud of Christians not infects?

What Seas haue not bin couered with our wrecks?

What fields not tainted with our scattered bones?

What towers not turn'd to wastful heaps of stones?

That foes are filled with the piteous view,

And Discords selfe our Misery doth rue.

But (happie Prince) thy time foretels thee peace,

And restfull dayes, with Honors large increase.

Now Germanie, and Brittaine, shall be one,

In League, in Lawes, in Loue, Religion:

Twixt Dane, and English, English and the Scot,

[Page]Olde grudge [...] (see) for euer are forgot;

The Hebrid Redshanke shall not dare too rout,

Or inland Rebell double wall'd about:

But shaftlike all one bundle, be too strong

For mightiest foe to doe the meanest wrong.

While forraine Princes from remotest shore,

Thy cradle shall by Embassies adore,

The Sun-burn'd Niger shall present thee plumes,

Sweet Arabie delicious perfumes:

Sarmatian Ister many a costly skin,

And Armenie her daintie Ermelin.

AEgypt the Balme, or bloud of Myrrha's wound,

And Persis, pearles within her channels found,

With Orientall Gemmes, t' embosse arowne,

(In time perhaps) a Caesars triple crowne:

When Mother Earth [...]hall to thee, incompell'd,

Her treasures, pleasures in abundance yeeld.

The hardie Oake shall melting honie sweat,

And bushes bend with Bacchus clusters great:

The Lion couch him by the Lambe in loue,

And Eagle perch beside the gentle Doue:

The ripened graine shall yellow veile the ground,

No Serpent hurt, or harmefull hearbe bee found.

Wood-Nymphes the shadie violets shall pull,

And bring thee Lillies by whole baskets full;

Some crop the Rose, to shew thee how in graine,

That crimson, Venus bleeding hand did staine;

How from that

As discended from the vnited Rose of Lancaster, and Yorke.

daintie daughter of the morne,

And silken leaues, thy louely selfe art borne:

Or Primrose, with the

The King Cup.

King's enamell'd cup,

[Page](Whose Nectar Phoebus early quaffeth vp)

The Amaranth arraied in veluet still,

Sweet Rhododaphne, and the Daffadill:

Soft Marjoram, the yong

Virg. Aeneid. 1

Ascanius bed,

While Cupid kist and courted in his sted:

The fraile Anemon, Hyacinthus soft,

The Ladie-gloue, Coronis weeping oft,

And whatsoeuer else the pleasant spring

Throwes from her bosome formost flourishing.

When

Pietie so pourtraied in the meddals of Augustus.

Pietie no more with sword in hand

Shal need beside her smoakie Altar stand,

Or make her wonne from sight of liuing men

Some wastfull wood or solitary den;

But euery where her holy things professe

Reside in Courts, high Heauens Embassadresse,

And as the Lilly free from cumbrous brire,

To heauenward, homeward, in her heigth aspire.

When arts, that now for nouriture doe sterue,

Or (which is worse) as common subject serue

Of scorne or pitie, to the golden Asse,

That for his Isis must adored passe,

Shall lay their rich inuentions to the view,

Bee mates with Majestie and reape their dew.

Had I the tongues of Angels and of men,

An endlesse memorie, Fames golden pen,

Far I vnable (Peace) were to pourtray

Thy louely face, and downe in order lay

Those blessings which from heauen thou dost cō vay.

But if braue Impe, by Mars thou shalt be hent

From thy soft Pallace, to a warlike tent,

[Page]To vndergoe an honourable war,

In common, or thine owne particular.

Then shine in glorious [...]rmes He [...]uen be thy spe [...]d,

And endlesse F [...]me thy euerlasting m [...]d.

Goe looke about the spacious earth, and see

The triumphs, trophees of thine anc [...]strie;

(Ne let thine eye on meaner Glories f [...]ed,

But imitate th [...] best, a [...]d best exceed)

What court or coast so ere thou comme [...] in,

There Grandsire, vncle or thy Cousins bin;

Euen Enuie, search thy fathers Pedigree,

From Charles, and she shall find allied to thee

Eleuen Great Caesars, twentie crowned Kings,

That bloud contribute like so many springe [...]

Into thy veines:—

Great Charlemaigne, who taught his Eagle flie,

See the historie in French, in Fleur de la maison du Charlemai [...].

Aboue the tops of loftie Pyranie:

(Bathing his plumes in stremes of Pagan blood,

From Ronceuall, t' Iberos golden flood)

Subduēd the Saxon, Italy did free,

From Longobards, and Got [...]ish Tyrannie,

Subiected wholly, by an holy war,

The Hunne, the S [...]la [...]e, the Sor [...]be, and Auar.

To that braue

Philip Count Palatine of the R [...]i [...]e in the ti [...] of Charles the 5.

Lord, that held Vienne so long,

Gain [...]t Soliman, three hundred thousand strong:

Yet all these honors, are but common, new,

To those, that by thy Mothers side a [...]rew,

From warlike Britons, and that braue remaine

Of ancient Troie (who once as great did raigne)

Of whom discended, boldly vaunt thy birth,

[Page]Aboue the great'st, who ere h [...] be on earth.

From Brute, to Bre [...]us (and the braue Belli [...]e)

That ransackt Greece, and o [...] thy fertile Rhine

Victorious troupes of Britons did aduance,

Sack'd periur'd Rome, and conqu [...]red all France,

Vnto Cassiuelan that twice did foile,

The mightie Caesar entering this Ile.

By Aruirage, that was the Romane dread,

Till Claudius

Genuissa named the faire.

daughter afterwards did wed

To Greatest Arthur, whose immortall name,

Bright'st Glories dampes, and euen amazeth Fame.

But needs me not, in infinite extent,

Draw downe these Images, or that discent

From Holy Edward, and the Saxon line,

To later Norman Ancestors of thine:

From Scottish Kings, or Denmarke, sin' they stand

So daintie limned by a later hand;

I sooner ( [...]e [...]e) the Lights of heauen should count,

The Ocean Sand, or if ought that surmount,

Then them or their braue deedes to view [...]n lay,

Or as I ought their worthinesse display.

Yet note they all be drown'd in Lethe quite,

Or thou depriued of some glorious ligh [...],

Of later times, reuealing to thy view,

Our E [...]gl [...]sh s [...]ar [...], yet almost bleeding new:

Though known, and cōmon to the world they be,

What th [...]n? Sweet Henrie it is newes to thee.

Imagine in some goodly Gallerie,

Su [...]h as in Hampton thou maist one day see,

Who knowes not Hampton? Mansion fitting Ioue,

[Page]Or Phoebus selfe, excelling that aboue,

His Court of sparkie Gemme [...], and Ivorie, built,

On Columnes rais'd, and by his raions guilt:

Thou to the life, their legend didst behold

On Arras, in the silke enwouen gold,

So sweetly done, by needle on the frame,

That Pallas selfe, nor Enuie mought it blame:

And saw [...]st heere valiant Cordel [...]on come,

Fore Acon, marching with an English Drumme,

Third Edward, there in triumph leading France,

An humble Captiue to his puissance:

Forcing the faire De-luce vpon her shield,

Quit the French Garden, for an English [...]ield.

Heere youthfull Edward, his victorious son,

At Poiteirs, hand to hand encountring

Iohn King of Fra [...]ce.

Ion,

That haile of arrowes seeme to cloud the skie;

While English follow, and the French doe flie,

Some take that Riuer, other yonder wood,

VVhich so the daintie vermill dies in blood,

Vpon the siluer waue, and silken greene,

As if no semblance, but the thing were seene.

There Lancaster inflicts a deadly blow

On bastard Pedro, that vsurped so,

Heere Henrie Monmouths beacon giues alarme,

At Agencourt, that makes all France to arme:

And shee, there shee, whom bleeding hearts inter,

Rather then those few stones at Westminster:

Whose name, euē now my rauish'd [...]ēce doth peirce,

And with sweet Nectar sprinkleth my verse,

Eliza Queene, the Maiden conquer [...]sse,

[Page]Borne in triumphall Charriot, (I ghesse,

Like Thomyre, or that braue Semiramis)

From hundred handed Gerions defeat,

And his proud Castles fall in eightie eight.

But what shall need examples from a far;

Edge thy high courage to a glorious war

Some selfe high-priz'd Italian, Squire of France,

Instruct thee ride, and how to beare thy lance:

Or learned Lipsius, by his reading shew,

The antique practize, postures long agoe,

Of Greatest Caesar, or that haughtie Greeke,

Who other worlds bewail'd he mote not se [...]ke;

All the [...]e, and far much more comprized bee,

In that braue ofspring, of the

The Orange tree Prince Maurice hi [...] embleme, with Fit tandem surculus arb [...]r.

Orange tree,

Thy gallant Vncle (whose resounded name

Hath fill'd all eares, and spent the voyce of Fame)

Victorious Ma [...]rice, worthie bee enroll'd,

Mong those great worthies, and Heroes old,

Whose conquests earth hath bounded, thoughts & fame,

Find no dimension but the heauenly frame.

But grow sweet Infant, grow, and grow apace,

Vnto thy height, in goodnesse, and in grace,

For Europe on thee gins to fixe her eye,

And note thy tender towardn [...]sse busily.

Perhaps (somewhere) consulteth with the stars,

How thou inclinest, to laborious wars,

Or restfull peace, how mild [...] thy gouernment,

How long the Fatall Sister [...] in extent

Shall draw thy dayes, (Yee Princ [...]s Mirrors are

Reflecting your impressio [...]s as farre,

[Page]As Mountaine Beacons, or like Cedars tall,

Most eminent in flourish, or your fall)

And with thy Mothers milke, from her faire breast,

Draw those sweet vertues that therein doe nest,

Whereby her heart is dewed from aboue [...]

With gracious goodnesse, and all heauenly loue:

True Pietie; the fairest vertue Gem,

That may adorne a Princes Diadem:

Best Goodnesse, that Vaine Glories foile reiects,

But rather shewes the value by effects,

That Modestie, which Maiestie allaies,

Yet Royall Type, beyond it selfe doth rayse:

Her Curtesie, wherewith she leades enchain'd,

Euen foes, and friends, by millions hath gain'd;

Her Bountie, mirrour of her Royall heart,

To skill, and euery generous desert:

But stay my Muse, why does our ruder quill,

Attempt a taske, that craues Appelles skill?

Yet thus the Sun we view, through shadowes-light;

VVhen cannot els behold his beames bright,

And (Pearle of Princes) thus the shore I keep,

When cannot sound thy prayses Sea so deep:

Now yee who euer that shall hold in trust,

This precious iewell, and his nonage must

VVith tender care, and timely tendance breed,

Be vertuous guides, vnto this hopefull seed:

His weaker age with all vprightnesse prop,

Vntill he hath attain'd to goodnesse top:

For Infancie like vnto water spilt,

Is with a finger drawen where thou wilt:

Or as an Aprill Impe that late did shoot,

From the warme bosome of its Mother root:

[Page]A thousand waies by cunning hand i [...] taught,

To take his course, to climbe, or lie aloft,

Or clip with friendly twine the shadie bower,

That shendes true louers, in the siluer shower,

Or grow a Nymphe, that naked seemes to blush,

When white and red haue clad the bloosmed bush.

Then like a rampant Lion, or to beene

A branch-horn'd Hart, or forrester in greene,

Euen so this Age we worke vnto our will,

Thus waxie-pliant vnto good or ill.

Religion, then first ground worke lay below

Which inward though it lies, and makes lea [...]t show,

All other Vertues it doth strong sustaine,

As weaker peeces resting on the maine;

This shall his life establi [...]h and assure,

Heigthen content, and make his seat secure.

Then as strōg Colums, that must beare the weight,

And raise this Princely modell to his height,

Let other Vertues take their order, place.

First Temperance, that aie with goodly grace

Doth rule the mind, and with her golden bit

Curbe head-strong passion, ouermaistring it:

Then Prudence, the soules eye, although she bee

Daughter

Afranius.

of Vse, and strongest Memorie,

And seldome settles in a growing braine,

Arist. Ethic. l. 1

Vnapt her grauer l [...]sson to retaine,

But borne with fancies, like a troubled Sea,

From Card and Compasse makes contrary waie [...]

Acquaint him though betimely with her name,

How shee it is must his Liues Action frame,

Direct, and end; and, like that

V [...]g. A [...]neid. 6

golden spray,

Lead through this Vale of wretchednesse his way,

[Page]Whose waking eyes a centinell must keepe

(Like twinkling stars) while all the world doth sleep:

Now Iustice, that with her b [...]ight golden beames

Enlights the world, & calmes the state of Realmes,

Preserues the

Cicero in paradox. Aristot. Rhetoric. 1. cap. 3.

Citie, safer and more sure

Then wall of brasse, or that same triple mure,

Wherewith th' Assyrian Empresse long agone

Encompassed her mightie Babilon.

This doth adorne the Maiestie of Kings

Boue euery grace, and all their rarest things,

Resembling the Diuine Creator right,

When borroweth from Pietie her light.

Next Clemencie, who from th' Almighties seate

Deriues her linage, or by milde extreate

From Iustice drawne, in readinesse doth stand,

And stretcheth out her soueraigne helping hand;

VVho rankor doth of deepest wound allay,

And takes the smart of punishment away,

The Moone of Empire [...] that with milde aspect

Doth cooly temper, graciously affect:

And as in Heauen shee; so in a Prince,

This claimes the second glorious eminence.

What worldly Empire long hath euer stood,

Whose Tyran-Scepter was distain'd with blood?

Or Prince, that long in Peace possest his state,

Whose law was will, and whom the most did hate?

This [...]rownes with Immortalitie his Fame,

And sheds abroad, as Ba [...]me, his precious name.

The lesser Vert [...]es let the front adorne;

And as in pleasing Pa [...]ergie be worne,

A rightly teach him vse o [...] Maiestie,

The sweet effects of m [...]nly Modestie,

[Page]In

Aristot. praesat. ad Alexandrum.

speech, apparell, painting least the rind

He kils the pithie sub [...]tance of the mind.

Let Pompe and Pride with those weake iudgments sute,

That haue no other way to winne repute:

And let him hate the name of Nigardise

The rust of Greatnesse, with base Couetise.

Salust. Iugurth.

More Honour vanquish'd of a foe to be,

Then ouercome in Liberalitie.

And that he may the better, as by line,

Run this faire course, and fowler way decline;

Oh timely teach him the abundant vse

Of all good Learning, and to loue the Muse,

Who giues the boundlesse Intellect her eye,

Conuersing with her Maker most on high,

Who meanest doth to mightie Rule aduance,

Still waging war with brutish Ignorance.

She safest with dead counsell will avise,

And guard his eare from liuing flatteries:

In after age she sha [...]l reviue his Name,

And crowne with Honour his admired Fame.

Hence could the wisest Salomon dispute,

From the tall Cedar to the Hysope root.

Hence

Who conquered in lesse then in te [...] yeares 300 N [...]i [...]s to the R [...] Empi [...] [...]auing married his pe [...] to [...]is sword.

Caesars star did gather first her f [...]ame;

And Philips sonne, the Earths sole Lord became.

E [...]ke those old warriours with astondement,

That made the Earth to tremble where they went,

Those fairest flowers within their girlonds worne,

Doe owe to skill, that fram'd their mindes beforne.

That goodly fount of Grecian Eloquence,

Whose Cyrus shapes vs so vnmatch'd a Prince;

Themistocles that beat at Salamine

The greates [...] Armie that was euer see [...]e;

[Page] Pericles, from whose powerfull accents brake

Thunder, and peircing lightning, while he spake;

Miltiades, that Marathon did slaine

With bloud of hundred thousand Persians slaine;

Epaminondas, in whom liu'd and died

Cicero.

The Theban Glorie; those braue spirits beside

Of antique Rome (that whilome in her pride

Euen Victorie held pineond, forced Mart

And drew perforce the Fates to take her part)

Were goodly learned, who will it denie?

And liu'd the fathers of Philosophie:

When rather skill the head-peice did adorne,

Then wanton plumes, that hold her now in scorne.

How often doe I meditate vpon

That of Alphonsus, King of Aragon;

Avowing it the sentence of a beast,

Who said, That Princes had small interest

In Learning: who as well may want their eyes,

Their tongues to speake, or Vse to make them wise.

But neerest patterne place before thine eie,

Thy Grandsire Iames, our Royall Mercurie:

Who with his wand all tumult caus'd to cease,

Fulfill'd our wishes, gaue our daies their peace.

Without it doe thou Greatnesse but account

That golden Calfe ador'd in Horeb mount,

Or Winter-Sun, whose beames doe feebly glance;

Wrapt in the mists of foggie Ignorance.

Oh sacred skill whose fruit (as from that tree

Of Eden) feedes vs with felicitie,

And goodly branches stretch them selues so farre,

That all too weake my wit and senses are

To comprehend their compasse, as fought,[?]

[Page]Exceeding measure and all mortall thought [...]

Thr [...]ce happie me the mean [...]st of the [...]e [...],

Were I but with her onely shadow blest [...]

Thus in the Circle that thou ha [...]t to run,

Display thy glory with the rising Sun:

Thus to thy Solstice, c [...]i [...]bing by degree,

Exemplar let thy lifes whole pa [...]terne bee

To such, as from thee must deriue their light

By thousands, and are dim'd without thy [...]ight.

The winged vessell is not by her helme

So much commanded, as a potent Realme

Is by her Princes life example lead,

To frugall course, or vile vnthri [...]tihead.

Edicts, nor Axes, Priso [...], Pyran l [...]w,

Doe not so much the stubborne vulgar draw,

As doth (the glasse of Honor) Innocence,

And Vertues parts, exemplar in a Princ [...].

Heerein they see, loue, imitate, admire,

And are enkindled from his all s [...]ene [...]re.

This Caesar knew, when formost did assay

Each deepest streame, to teach his troupes the way [...]

And that great Cato, whose command was none

By word, but his owne personall action.

No engine like to that of heartie loue,

Or faire example; able sooner moue

The massie Earth, then that rare Instrument

The

A [...]c [...]im [...]des.

Syracusian boasted to inuent.

This is that Adamant, whose Character

Stirres vp with counter-motion nigh and farre

All Hearts the Cyphars, who (conioyntly me [...])

Doe turne or t [...]rrie by her Alphabet.

Thus pious N [...]ma ouer Rome did raigne,

[Page]And Salomon his peacefull Thr [...] [...]

(By where E [...]phr [...]es with his silu [...]r [...]

A thousand palme [...]s on his shore do [...]h nu [...]se)

Whose Scep [...]ers, Swords no [...] [...] d [...]d [...]ss [...],

But iustest Lawes, with liues [...] and [...] t [...] [...]onn [...]

When that proud Easterne Conquerour

Of Fortune, r [...]ther th [...]n of Macedon)

Together with his father, and the r [...]

Of Romane Caes [...]rs th [...]t did most em [...]

Their Baies in bloud, or else with hands vniu [...]

Dealt wrong for right, or drowned lay in lust,

Out-breath'd their soule [...] by poison at the boord,

Or suddaine fell vpon a villaines sword [...]

Thi [...] end had Nero's b [...]astly life in fine:

Thus died Domitian, and thus M [...]ximine.

Vnhappie

Who spoiled Proserpina's Temple.

Pyrr [...]s was pursued by Fate,

On Sea and Land, vnto his li [...] lost date:

By loathso [...] li [...]

Hee defiled the Temple.

Antiochu [...] did die [...]

And

Who slew his wife, and owne Mother.

[...] euen s [...]rn'd o [...] Miserie:

A Sheaperd [...]s [...] sent Cyrus downe to hell:

Vpon his owne swords point

Who slew his brother & sister great with child.

Ca [...]bys [...] fell:

And cruell

He put to death his mother and brother.

Arist [...], at l [...]st,

His heart a [...] once [...] omit [...].

Thus veng [...]ance tra [...]s [...]hē by the bloud they spilt [...]

Till their own mo [...]hes gi [...]es sente [...] [...] the [...]

Oh heauens [...] to [...] no worl [...]ly thing

More [...] the [...]and pious King:

Vpon whose brow [...] see

The Image of the highest Maiestie [...]

And sparkling graces, that doe sweetly shine

With

Xenopho [...] i [...] Cyripadia.

something (what I know not) that's diuine [...]

Which if themselues through filthy vice deface,

[Page]Or cursed hand attempts to c [...]t or race,

As Traitors Heauen adiudgeth them alike;

And last or first will in auengement strike.

Oh timely let these things engrauen be

Vpon the t [...]blet of thy m [...]morie:

And thus let vertues golden linked chaine

A bracelet on thy tender wrist remaine.

So shalt thou not giue thy Elector vo [...]ce,

And of some mightie m [...]ke the formost choice;

But raigne thy selfe more absolute and free,

An Emperour in thought and dignitie,

Then if thou shouldst with mightie arme adioine

All Persis to thy Countie P [...]latine,

The Gades with Lybia, & couldst claime thine owne

What from the South been to the Arcti [...]ke knowne.

Oh that the Fat [...]s would lengthen my extent,

And let me draw so long this Element,

That I the footsteps of thy praise mought presse

In riper yeares, How should my song addresse

Thy Honour [...] Triumphs! not the T [...]cia [...] Lyre,

That death in deepest slumber could inspire,

In stately numbers should our Muse [...]xcell,

While she did on thy lo [...]i [...] Glories dwell.

Then grow (swee [...] Infant) grow and grow apace,

And liue t [...] [...]nix of thy roy [...] [...]ace,

For [...], guarded by [...] vowes,

Till foes thy feet, [...] browe [...],

That Caesar [...] thou maist [...]on [...] day raigne,

As good, as great, as euer [...].

FINIS.

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§

§

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Prince HENRIE revived.

OR A POEME VPON THE BIRTH, AND In Honor of the Hopefull yong PRINCE HENRIE FREDERICK, First Sonne and Heire apparant to the most Excellent Princes, FREDERICK Count Palatine of the Rhine, And the Mirrour of Ladies, Princesse ELIZABETH, his Wife, only daughter to our Soueraigne IAMES King of Great Brittaine, &c.

By HENRIE PEACHAM.

LONDON, Printed by W. Stansby for Iohn Helme, and are to bee sold at his shop in Saint Dunstans Churchyard, vnder the Diall. 1615.

§

§

[Page]

HENRICVS FRED: COM. PALAT: RHENI ET BAVAR. D. FILIVS ET HAERES.

Diua anima Augustos haud ementita[?] parentes

Frontis honore, decus Rheni, spes una BRITAN̄VM

Cresce per immensum [...] donec[?] uirtutibus annos

CAESAR, auos titulis [...] famâ superâris Olympum

Henricus Peachamus

TO THE MIGHTIE, AND MOST MAGNIFICENT PRINCESSE ELIZABETH, PRINCESSE PALATINE OF THE RHENE, Duchesse of Bauaria, &c.

[Page]

Most Excellent Ladie.

SIthence it hath pleased your Highnesse, heeretofore to take notice of me, and my labours, such as they were, nothing hath been oftner in my wishes then abilitie to pay the debt I owe to the respect of so peerelesse a Prince, and Princely a Patronesse. But since the more I striue, the more I [Page] am entangled by mine owne weaknesse, I submit to my Fortune, and must rest Captiued in the bands of your gracious mercie. Yet so to be bound, is sweet libertie, and beholding the face of such a Iudge, I read my pardon vpon a brow of Iuorie. But as Fauour is woont to make offendors bolde, so truely I confesse your Fauours haue drawne mee into this, and your Bountie hauing watered some flowers, hath brought vp I feare moe weedes, which perhaps by their ranknesse will rather giue offence, then with their smell or beautie breede you delight. I now present your Highnesse, with a Genethliaque or Birth Poeme, done by mee aswell in Latine, as English Verse, in Honour and the behalfe of young Prince Henrie your sweete and deerest Sonne, the most part in my trauailes heere in the Low Countries vpon the way, without other helpe then a bad memorie, and my Table booke, and now ended vnder the aspect of that star of honour, and Honourer of your Grace and all vertuous Excellence, Sir Iohn Ogle Lord Gouernour of Vtrecht, my noble friend. If any aske why it came no sooner and had not the beeing with the Princes birth, I answere a Poeme is a fruit that had need of a winter to ripen it, I could say with Horace [...] nine yeares, neyther am I one of those, who haue their wits au bout des doigts, nonumque premantur in annum. as Du Bartas saith. Last of all it is a ioy that can neuer come out of season. Yet had these excuses, I confesse bin of no force, had the way to Heidelberge beene free [Page] from danger, during eyther Armies lying at Rees and Wesel, for so farre I was come on my Pilgrimage with this little, lesse then a candle toward your Highnesse the Saint and Soueraigne of my deuote affection, whome since it is papistrie to pray vnto, I cannot, as I am bound, but pray for so long as I liue. I most humbly take my leaue of your Grace: From Vtrecht, the of

Vnto your Highne [...]se, the most deuoted in all dutie,

HENRIE PEACHAM.

To the same most Excellent Princesse.

[Page]

DEare Henries losse, Eliza's wedding day,

The last, the first, I sorrowed and song,

When laid my reedes for euermore away,

To sleep in silence, Isis shades among:

Dead to the Muse, and many-headed throng,

Through hard constraint of fruitlesse Hope compell'd:

And Enuie rife, that kills with canckred tongue

The sacred Bay, so honoured of eld,

Though left forlorne, ne now, of Phoebus selfe vpheld.

Where are the Summers when the righteous Maid,

With ev'nest hand the heauenly Scale did weild,

And golden Deed with golden meed repaid:

When Vertue was in price, for Vertue, held,

When Honours daintie but desert did guild,

And Poesie in graces goodly seene,

Rais'd her high thought, with straines that Nectar still'd?

Th [...]y are ascended with that glorious Queene:

And she, alas, forgot, as she had neuer beene.

[Page]

But dearest daughter of the greatest Ile,

Sole glorious Empresse of the Northren Maine.

Yet thou her glory: Since thou didst erewhile,

Thy bounteous hand, and sweet supportance daigne

Vnto my verse, and all vnworthie vaine:

As humblest Iu [...]e, by those armes I creep,

That gaue me growth, and first my entertaine,

Else lowly buried in Obliuion deep,

Who heere had heard me sing thy sweetest babe a sleep?

And him againe to waken with my song,

Which thousand tunes shall variously diuide,

As Vahale by thy flowerie bankes along,

I take my pipe at morne and euentide:

Hence may it downe thy gentle bosome glide,

And going on, allay th' enraged Rheine,

Where goodly Nimphes with Muses mild abide:

Who often in his surplusage of Wine,

Doe teach him Temperance, in songs and layes diuine.

Now while I shall beside this cradle sing,

Leaue Venus Queene a time thy siluer spheare,

And to mine aid thy daintie dearling bring,

With Mart appeased after death and dreare:

But from thy pure and peerelesse excellence,

Eliza mother, dreaddest Ladie deere,

Light, life, oh, lend vnto mine eine and sence,

For vigor haue I none but what I draw from hence.

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And Royall child, who like another Sunne,

From Rosie bed arised'st in the East,

When that great light we saw extinct and done,

Ah Henrie, waild of euery gentle brest,

Dart one sweet smile vpon me early ghest:

And that my Muse with thine owue heigth may flie,

A feather shed from thy faire Phoenix nest:

So may she teach thy Fame to strike the skie,

And thee a Mirrour [...]ake to all Posteritie.

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Prince Henrie revived Or A poeme vpon the birth, and in honor of the hopefull yong Prince Henrie Frederick, first sonne and heire apparant to the most excellent princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhine, and the mirrour of ladies, Princesse Elizabeth, his wife, only daughter to our Soueraigne Iames King of Great Brittaine, &c. By Henrie Peacham.

Peacham, Henry, 1576?-1643?

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— Prince Henrie revived Or A poeme vpon the birth, and in honor of the hopefull yong Prince Henrie Frederick, first sonne and heire apparant to the most excellent princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhine, and the mirrour of ladies, Princesse Elizabeth, his wife, only daughter to our Soueraigne Iames King of Great Brittaine, &c. By Henrie Peacham., Peacham, Henry, 1576?-1643?.

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Printed by W. Stansby for Iohn Helme, and are to bee sold at his shop in Saint Dunstans Church-yard, vnder the Diall,. London :: 1615.. (In verse.) (Signatures: A-C⁴ D² .) (Reproduction of the original in the British Library.)

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