The Royal Entry of King Charles I into Edinburgh (The Entertainment at Edinburgh) · chunk 4 of 6
Drummond, William / Adamson, John / Crawford, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [Jun 15] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
TO fair hopes to give reins now is it time, And soar as high as just desires may climb; O Halcyonean, clear, and happy day, From sorry wights let sorrow fly away, And vex Antarctic climes, great Britain's woes Vanish, joy now in her Zenith glows, The old Leucadian Syth-bearing Sire (Though cold) for thee feels flames of sweet desire, And many lusters at a perfect height Shall keep thy Sceptres majesty, as bright And strong in power and glory every way, As when thy peerless Parent did it sway, ne'er turning wrinkled in times endless length, But on in her first beauty, youthful strength, Like thy rare mind, which steadfast as the Pole Still fixed stands, however Spheres do role; More, to enchant thy favours, this thy reign His age of gold he shall restore again, Love, justice, Honour, Innocence renew, men's spirits with white simplicity endue, Make all to live in plenty's ceaseless store With equal shares, not wishing to have more; Then shall not cold the ploughmen's hopes beguile, On earth shall sky with lovely glances smile, Untilled, which shall each flower and herb bring forth, And with fair gardens make of equal worth; Life (long) shall not be thralled to mortal deats, Thus heavens decree, so have ordained the Fates. DElight of heaven, sole honour of the earth, Iove (courting thine ascendant) at thy birth Proclaimed thee a King, and made it true, That Emperies should to thy worth be due, He gave thee what was good, and what was great, What did belong to love, and what to state, Rare gifts whose ardours turn the hearts of all, Like tunder when flint atoms on it fall; The Taramont which thy fair course directs, Shall counsels be, approved by their effects; justice kept low by grants, and wrongs, and jars, Thou shalt relieve, and crown with glistering stars, Whom nought save law of force could keep in awe Thou shalt turn Clients to the force of law, Thou arms shalt brandish for thine own defence, Wrongs to repel, and guard weak innocence, Which to thy last effort thou shalt uphold, As Oak the Ivy which it doth enfold; All overcome, at last thyself o'ercome, Thou shalt make passion yield to reason's doom: For smiles of fortune shall not raise thy mind, Nor dismal most disasters turn declined, True Honour shall reside within thy Court, Sobriety, and Truth there still resort, Keep promised faith thou shalt, Supercheries Detest, and beagling Marmosets despise, Thou, others to make rich, shalt not make poor Thyself, but if that thou mayst still give more; Thou shalt no Paranymph raise to high place, For frizzled leap, quaint pace, or painted face; On gorgeous raiments, womanising toys, The works of worms, and what a Moth destroys, The Maze of fools, thou shalt no treasure spend, Thy charge to immortality shall tend, Raise Palaces, and Temples vaulted high, Rivers o'er arch, of hospitality,
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TO faire hopes to give reines now is it time, And soare as high as just desires may climbe; O Halcyonean, cleere, and happy day, From sorry wights let sorrow flie away, And vexe Antarticke climes, great Britaines woes Evanish, joy now in her Zenith glowes, The old Leucadian Syth-bearing Sire (Though cold) for thee feeles flames of sweet desire, And many lufters at a perfect height Shall keep thy Scepters majestie, as bright And strong in power and glory every way, As when thy peerelesse Parent did it sway, Nere turning wrinkled in times endlesse length, But on in her first beauty, youthfull strength, Like thy rare mind, which stedfast as the Pole Still fixed stands, however Sphaeres doe role; More, to inchant thy favours, this thy raigne His age of gold he shall restore againe, Love, Iustice, Honour, Innocence renew, Mens spirits with white simplicity indue, Make all to live in plenties ceaselesse store With equall shares, not wishing to have more; Then shall not cold the Plow-mens hopes beguile, On earth shall skie with lovely glances smile, Vntill'd, which shall each flower and hearbe bring forth, And with faire gardens make of equall worth; Life (long) shall not be thrall'd to mortall deats, Thus heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates. DElight of heaven, sole honour of the earth, Iove (courting thine ascendant) at thy birth Proclaimed thee a King, and made it true, That Emperies should to thy worth be due, He gave thee what was good, and what was great, What did belong to love, and what to state, Rare gifts whose ardors turne the hearts of all, Like tunder when flint attomes on it fall; The Taramont which thy faire course directs, Shall counsells be, approv'd by their effects; Iustice kept low by grants, and wrongs, and jarres, Thou shalt relieve, and crowne with glistering starres, Whom nought save law of force could keepe in awe Thou shalt turne Clients to the force of law, Thou armes shalt brandish for thine owne defence, Wrongs to repell, and guard weake innocence, Which to thy last effort thou shalt uphold, As Oake the Ivy which it doth infold; All overcome, at last thy selfe orecome, Thou shalt make passion yield to reasons doome: For smiles of fortune shall not raise thy mind, Nor dismall most disasters turne declin'd, True Honour shall reside within thy Court, Sobrietie, and Truth there still resort, Keepe promis'd faith thou shalt, Supercheries Detest, and beagling Marmosets despise, Thou, others to make rich, shalt not make poore Thy selfe, but if that thou mayst still give more; Thou shalt no Paranymph raise to high place, For frizl'd leape, quaint pace, or painted face; On gorgeous rayments, womanising toyes, The workes of wormes, and what a Moth destroyes, The Maze of fooles, thou shalt no treasure spend, Thy charge to immortality shall tend, Raise Pallaces, and Temples vaulted high, Rivers ore arch, of hospitality,