The Entertainment at Norwich (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth) · chunk 11 of 15
Garter, Bernard / Goldingham, William · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 472 words
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whoever found on Earth a constant friend, That may compare with this my Virgin Queen? whoever found a body and a mind So free from stain, so perfect to be seen, Oh Heavenly hew, that aptest is to soil, And yet dost live from blot of any foil Rare is thy gift, and given to few or none, maliced therefore of some that dare not say, More shines thy light, for that I know but one, That any such show, to follow on their way. Thou thou art she, take thou the only praise, For chastest Dame in these our happy days: Accept my Bow, since best thou dost deserve, Though well I know thy mind can thee preserve. AH ha, I see my mother out of sight, Then let the boy now play the wag a while, I seem but weak, yet weak is not my might, My boyish wit can oldest folk beguile. Who so doth think, I speak this but in jest, Let me but shoot, and I shall quench his rest, Mark here my shafts: This all is made of wood, Which is but soft, and breeds but soft goodwill. Now this is guilt, yet seems it gold full good, And doth deceive blind loving people still. But here is one is seldom felt or seen: This is of Gold, meet for the noblest Queen. Wherefore Dame fair, take thou this gift of me, Though some deserve, yet none deserve like you, Shoot but this shaft at King or Caesar: He, And he is thine, and if thou wilt allow. It is a gift, that many here would crave, Yet none, but thou, this golden Shaft may have. Terrestrial joys are tied with slender file, Each happy hap full hastily doth slide, As Summer season lasteth but a while, So Winter storms do longer time abide: Alas what bliss can any time endure? Our Sunshine day is dashed with sudden shower. Could tongue express our secret joys of heart, (Oh mighty Prince) when thou didst come in place? No no God wot, nor can express the smart Thy Subjects feel in this departing case. But gracious Queen, let here thy Grace remain In gracious wise, till thy return again. In lieu whereof, receive thy subjects hearts, In fixed Faith continually thine own: Who ready rest to lose their vital parts In thy defence, when any blast is blown. Thou art our Queen, our rock and only stay, We are thine own to serve by night and day. Farewell oh Queen, farewell oh Mother dear, Let IACOBS God thy sacred body guard: All is thine own that is possessed here, And all in all is but a small reward For thy great grace, God length thy life like NO, To govern us, and eke thy Realm in joy. AMEN.
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WHo euer found on Earth a constant friend, That may compare wyth this my Virgin Queene? Who euer found a body and a mynde So free from staine, so perfect to be seene, Oh Heauenly hewe, that aptest is to soile, And yet doste liue from blot of any foyle Rare is thy gifte▪ and giuen to fewe or none, Malist therefore of some that dare not saye, More shines thy light, for that I know but one, That any suche shew, to followe on their way. Thou thou arte shee, take thou the onely praise, For chastest Dame in these oure happy daies: Accept my Bowe, since beste thou dost deserue, Thoughe well I knowe thy mynde can thee preserue. AH ha, I see my mother out of sight, Then let the boy nowe play the wag a while, I seeme but weake, yet weake is not my might, My boyishe wit can oldest folke beguile. Who so doth thinke, I speake this but in iest, Let me but shoote, and I shall quench his reste, Marke here my shafts: This all is made of woodde, Whiche is but softe, and breedes but softe goodwill. Nowe this is guilte, yet seemes it golde full good, And doth deceiue blinde louing people still. But here is one is seldome felte or seene: This is of Golde, meete for the noblest Queene. Wherefore Dame faire, take thou this gifte of me, Thoughe some deserue, yet none deserue like you, Shoote but this shafte at King or Caesar: He, And he is thine, and if thou wilte allowe. It is a gifte, that many here woulde craue, Yet none, but thou, this golden Shafte maye haue. TErrestriall Ioyes are tied with sclender ile, Eche happy hap full hastily doth slyde, As Sommer season lasteth but a while, So Winter stormes do longer time abide: Alas what blisse can any time endure? Our Sunshine day is dashte with sodaine shoure. Coulde tongue expresse our secreate ioyes of hart, (Oh mighty Prince) when thou didst come in place? No no God wot, nor can expresse the smarte Thy Subiectes feele in this departing case. But gratious Queene, let here thy Grace remaine In gratious wise, till thy returne againe. In lieu' whereof, receiue thy Subiects heartes, In fixed Faith continually thine owne: Who ready rest to lose their vitall parts In thy defence, when any blaste is blowne. Thou arte oure Queene, oure rocke and onely stay, We are thine owne to serue by night and day. Farewell oh Queene, farewell oh Mother deere, Let IACOBS God thy sacred body guarde: All is thine owne that is possessed here, And all in all is but a small rewarde For thy greate grace, God length thy life like NOE, To gouerne vs, and eke thy Realme in Ioy. AMEN.