Ta tōn Mousōn eisodia: = The Muses welcome to the high and mightie prince Iames by the grace of God King of Great Britaine France and Ireland, defender of the faith &c. At His Majesties happie returne to his olde and natiue kingdome of Scotland, after 14 yeeres absence, in anno 1617. Digested according to the order of his Majesties progresse, by I.A.

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Title: Ta tōn Mousōn eisodia: = The Muses welcome to the high and mightie prince Iames by the grace of God King of Great Britaine France and Ireland, defender of the faith &c. At His Majesties happie returne to his olde and natiue kingdome of Scotland, after 14 yeeres absence, in anno 1617. Digested according to the order of his Majesties progresse, by I.A.
Publication: Imprinted at Edinburgh :: S.n.,; 1618.
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Subject terms: James -- I, -- King of England, 1566-1625.
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JACOBI currus triumphalis & TRAIANI.

I, numera, Traiane, satas in sanguine lauros,
Quas priùs vrbs emit, quā tibi Roma dedit
Circumverte oculos cernes quanti emerit Ho∣stis,
Sic pingit sortem currus utram{que} tuus.
Tu jacta ex orbis (Rex magne) salute triumphos,
Orbis, cuite non charior ipsa Salus.
Continuatus adhuc fluxit tua vita triumphus,
Sic sine caede beans orbis utrumque latus:
Quid mirum? in solido nam currus vertitur auro,
Quem dubiae sortis nescia dextra regit.
Dum pro axe est pietas, animi moderamen habenae,
Pro Bijugis mentis candor, & orbis amor.
De orbe armis domito Caesar, Tu de tribus orbis
(Perfidiâ, Invidiâ, ac Impietate) malis.