ENGLANDS IOY AND SORROVV: Expressing their sorrow for the Kings going into Scotland, and their ioy for the Queene Mothers Farewell.
London, Printed for F. Coules, 1641.
ENGLANDS JOY AND SORROW: expressing their sorrow for the Kings going into Scotland, and their joy for the Queene Mothers farewell.
Upon the Kings going to Scotland.
PArdon, oh blessed King, pardon my muse
Which to thy Majesty may seeme profuse,
Behold, O King, behold and thou may see
Thy Subjects drown'd in sorrow now for thee,
They thy departure from them doe lament
And with an inundation doe repent,
Their eyes are so fix'd on thee in their paine
As if they meant to pull thee backe againe,
They weepe extreamely for the losse of thee,
Least they should grow unto some Anarchie,
They're never better, King, then in thy sight
And in thy absence now they feare some night,
Like as the Persians, though they did adore
The rising Sun, and worshipped before,
Yet when that Phoebus bright-sky wandring Steeds
Which nourisheth the earth, and daily feeds,
It with Caelestiall light, doe falling droppe
And hides his light in Thetis watry lap,
Oh! then with griefe and sadnesse they doe cloath
Themselves, observing it a daily oath,
The occidentall Sun for to bemoane
Because from their Horizon it is not gone,
Ev'n so, O King, ev'n so, subjects doe
Adore thy Majesteriall presence so,
But when we see the bright beames of thy light
Obscur'd in absence, we thinke it a night,
Of eye-bedaubing sorrow, and be-vaile
With griefe alas! which never yet doe faile,
But thou can'st adde an Antidote to griefe
And likewise ease our sorrow with reliefe:
Thou promis'st us thy presente yet againe
For otherwise thou would'st augment our paine,
Thou likewise would have Scotland for to have
A happinesse in Thee, which they doe crave,
And thus, oh thus, ev'n with a mutuall light
Unto both Kingdomes thou dost shine most bright,
Whil'st thou in Scotland art, they have in Thee
A blessing, which they thinke, eternity,
And whil'st in blessed England thou dost shine
Wee take thee for some Angell most divine,
No marveile then thy Subjects now doe mourne
In sadnesse for thy absence all forlorne,
And while bereaven of thy splendent lampe
We all doe thinke it light's eternall dampe,
Goe King to Scotland with a happy fate
And cause their former anger to abate,
Oh mitigate their furie, wherein they
Will truly the blest Soveraigne obey,
Goe with a happy Omen, let your sight
In truth and love both Kingdomes reunite,
Goe, bannish factions from us both, that then
In pure sincerity we may be brethren,
Linke both together, and we jointly pray
That true Religion never may decay,
Goe prosperous, but suddenly returne
Least in thy absence while we daily mourne,
Wee bury all our joys, for now our teares
We thinke each day to be a thousand yeares,
And then those thousand yeares may multiply
And so our sorrow grow t'ernity,
Shine then thou Sun of glory, and conjoyne
Englands benevolous aspect with thine.
Vpon the Queenes going away.
STay my sad Genius! and bewayle no more
With eye-bedabled sorrow as before,
Me thinkes I see each hilarous subject crie
Downe griefe with joy and with alacritie,
They doe, magnificent Queene, they doe rejoyce
At thy departure with a heav'nly voyce,
They all doe joy so willing thee to see
Now to depart with such hilarity,
And if thou had'st not added some reliefe
Unto us, we had all been drown'd in griefe,
Illustrious Queene! we are no longer sad
But now in thee behold we all are glad!
And doe rejoyce, that thou did'st late find
Ev'n of thy selfe a voluntary mind,
And in a retribution (Loe!) now wee
Doe give our tributary thanks to thee,
Because that unto joyfull England thou
Grantest a most luxurious gladnesse now,
Io. Bo.
ROuze up your sicknesse, and doe not detaine
The Subjects crying wishes once againe,
We know 'tis fain'd; Therefore since thou art well
Goe, goe that we may bid thee all farewell,
So prosperous, O Queene, with luckie oare
To the Siculian or Hesperian shoare,
Wee wish that all things may succeed to thee
Propitious, as unto some Deity,
For thou do'st so relieve each Subjects heart
In helping them from sorrow's former smart,
That all, ev'n all doe most unitely pray
God to conduct thee from us in thy way,
Thou hast, O Queene, ev'n overswayd our joy
Which all our former griefe cannot annoy,
In thy departure for thou dost now bring
Backe all our former sorrow for the King,
We triumph in the motion thou didst make,
From England a great journey for to take,
And for this cause of joy which thou dost give
To us, we bid thee all farewell and live,
Live and farewell Madam chose you whither
For time does both contabulate together,
You see how our affections all doe bend
In this thy journey, which we doe commend,
As we commend thy journey, so we pray
That now with thee thou wouldst conduct away,
All Papists which this land doe much infect
All Pontificians, a most cursed Sect,
Proud Prelates, which did greatly domineere
And tyrannizing honest men did jeere,
False Priests, which in our Church did daily preach
Base Atheisme, and Doctors which did teach,
False doctrine: These, we pray, conduct with thee
And purge our land from all impietie,
And therefore (loe!) we all doe wish thee well
And wishing so we bid thee all farewell.
Vpon both.
THus joy and griefe doe goe together
So unitely, none knowes whither,
Does retaine the upper place
For both alike are seene in face,
Thus joy and griefe doe jointly crie
A mutuall Antipathie,
Sometimes some grieving I doe see
O most illustrious King for thee,
Sometimes, me thinks, I see some joy
O Queene for thee, and think't a toy,
Any longer time to mourne
To griefe subjected so forlorne,
Loe! joy and griefe are equall so
And both together thus doe goe,
I know not which have upper hand
They're so conjoyned in one band,
When we, O blessed King, doe thinke
On thy departure, we do sinke,
Under the Tyrannie of griefe
Void of helpe or just reliefe,
When we, glorious Queene, doe cast
An eye on thee, no griefe doe last,
But then immediately we doe
Rejoyce in thinking on thee so,
And thus my judgment cannot be
Equally poised, for to see,
Whither joy or sorrow may
Be greatest, and so get the day,
For they are so unitely joyn'd
Together, that no man can find,
Whither the peoples common voice
In thee, O Queene doe most rejoice,
Or whither they most blessed King
More sorrow unto thee doe bring,
We doe rejoyce, O blessed Queene
In thy departure cause there's seene,
All Papists to depart with thee
To purge our land from Poperie,
We cannot choose but thee commend
For that affection thou dost lend,
To us, advancing high the Crowne
And Papistrie in pulling downe,
Thus doe we all contemne the Pope
In thee magnanimous King we hope.
First these two Kingdomes to unite
And both to Brother-hood invite,
And then we doubt not but we shall
Reflourish both in truth, from all,
Hell-nourisht faction, while we pray
Religion never may decay,
Thus yee see that joy and griefe
Both to our Kingdomes gives reliefe,
But saving that Antipathie
Me thinks I heare each subject crie,
Returne, O King, returne, O Queene, farewell
Farewell O Queene, returne O King, full-well.
FINIS.