The Entertainment in Suffolk and Norfolk (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth into Norwich) · chunk 1 of 13
Churchyard, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 485 words
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THe dew of heaven drops this day on dry and barren ground, Wherefore let fruitful hearts I say at Drum and Trumpet sound Yield that is due, show that is meet, to make our joy the more, In our good hope, and her great praise, we never saw before. The Sun doth shine where shade hath been, long darkness brought us day, The Star of comfort now comes in, and here a while will stay. Ring out the bells, pluck up your spirits, and dress your houses gay, Run in for flowers to straw the streets, and make what joy you may. The dew of Heaven. etc. Full many a Winter have we seen, and many storms withal, Since here we saw a King or Queen in pomp and Princely pall. Wherefore make feast, and banquet still, and now to triumph fall, With duty let us show good will, to glad both great and small. The dew of Heaven. etc. The Realm throughout will ring of this, and sundry Regions more Will say, full great our fortune is, when our good hap they know. O Norwich, here the well spring runs, whose virtue still doth flow, And lo this day doth shine two Suns within thy walls also. The dew of Heaven. etc. GReat things were meant to welcome thee (o Queen,) If want of time had not cut off the same: Great was our wish, but small is that was seen, For us to show, before so great a Dame. Great hope we have it pleased our PRINCE's eye, Great were the harms that else our pains should reap: Our grace or foil, doth in your judgement lie, If you mislike, our griefs do grow on heap: If for small things, we do great favour find, Great is the joy, that Norwich feels this day: If well we weighed the greatness of your mind, Few words would serve, we had but small to say. But knowing that your goodness takes things well That well are meant, we boldly did proceed: And so good Queen, both welcome and farewell, Thine own we are, in heart, in word, and deed. muse not good Queen at me that message brings From love, or just Jehova, Lord of might, No earthly God, yet governs mortal things, And sprites divine, and shining Angels bright. This Lord of late to show his mighty power, Hath wonders wrought, when world looked lest therefore: For at his beck, this day, and present hour, The Heavens shaked, the thunder bolts did roar. The earth did move, the dead therein did rise, And out of grave, the Ghosts of men are gone, The wandering Sprites that hovered in the Skies Dropped down from air, for world to wonder on. The Saints themselves, that sat in glory great, Were sent in haste, to work Jehovah's will, And I that oft my restless wings do beat,
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THe deavv of heauen droppes this day on dry and barren ground, Wherefore let frutefull heartes I saye at Drumme and Trumpet sound Yeelde that is due, shevv that is meete, to make our ioy the more, In our good hope, and hir great prayse, vve neuer savv before. The Sunne doth shine vvhere shade hath bin, long darknesse brought vs day, The Starre of comfort novv coms in, and heere a vvhile vvill stay. Ring out the belles, plucke vp your sprightes, and dresse your houses gay, Runne in for floures to stravv the streetes, and make vvhat ioy you may. The deaw of Heauen. &c. Full many a Winter haue vve seene, and many stormes vvithall, Since heere vve savv a King or Queene in pomp and Princely pall. Wherefore make feast, and banket still, and novv to triumph fall, With dutie let vs shevv good vvill, to gladde both great and small. The deaw of Heauen. &c. The Realme throughout vvill ring of this, and sundry Regions moe Will say, full great our fortune is, vvhen our good hap they knoe. O Norvvich, heere the vvell spring runnes, vvhose vertue still doth floe, And loe this day doth shine tvvo Sunnes vvithin thy vvalles also. The deaw of Heauen. &c. GReat things were meant to welcome thee (ô Queene,) If want of time had not cut off the same: Great was our wish, but small is that was seene, For vs to shew, before so great a Dame. Great hope we haue it pleasd our Princes eye, Great were the harmes that else our paynes should reape: Our grace or foyle, doth in your iudgement lie, If you mislike, our griefes do grow on heape: If for small things, we do great fauour find, Great is the ioy, that Norwich feeles this day: If well we waid the greatnesse of your mind, Few words would serue, we had but small to say. But knowing that your goodnesse takes things well That well are meant, we boldly did proceede: And so good Queene, both welcome and farewell, Thine owne we are, in heart, in word, and deede. MVse not good Queene at me that message brings From loue, or iust , Lord of might, No earthly God, yet gouernes mortall things, And sprites diuine, and shining Angels bright. This Lord o late to shew his mightie power, Hath wonders wrought, when world lookt least therefore: For at his becke, this day, and present houre, The Heauens shakt, the thunder boltes did rore. The earth did mooue, the dead therein did rise, And out of graue, the Ghostes of men are gone, The wandring Sprites that houered in the Skyes Dropt downe from ayre, for world to wonder on. The Sainctes themslues, that sate in glory great, VVere sent in hast, to worke Iehouas will, And I that oft my restlesse wings do beate,