All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.

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All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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At London :: Printed by I[ohn] B[eale, Elizabeth Allde, Bernard Alsop, and Thomas Fawcet] for Iames Boler; at the signe of the Marigold in Pauls Churchyard,
1630.
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EPITHALAMIES. OR, Encomiasticke Triumphall Verses, Consecrated to the Im∣mortall memory, of the royall Nuptials of the two Parragons of Christen∣dome FREDERICKE and ELIZABETH.

HEe* 1.1 that vpon the Poles hath hing'd the skyes Who made the Spheares, the Orbs, and Planets seuen. Whose justice dams, whose mercy justifies, What was, is, shall be, in earth, Hell, or Heauen: Whom men and Angels lauds and magnifies, (According as his Lawes command hath giuen) The poore, the Rich, the Begger and the King, In seuerall Anthems his great praises sing.
Then as the meanest doe their voices stretch, To lawd the sempiternall Lord of Lords: So I a lame Decrepit-witted wretch, With such poore Phrases as my skill a floords: From out the Circuit of my braine did fetch, Such weake inuention as my wit records. To write the tryumphs of this famous Ile, On which both Heauen & earth with ioy doth smile.
My Genius therefore my inuention moues, TO sing of Britaines great Olympick Games, Of mirth, of Heau'n and earths beloued loues, Of Princely sports, that noble mindes enflames To doe the vtmost of their best behoues; To fill the world with their atchieued Fames. T'attaine Eternities all-passing bounds, Which neither Fate, nor Death, nor Time confounds.
Guns, Drums, and Trumpets, Fire-workes, Bonfires, Bels. With acclamations, and applausefull noyse: Tilts, Turneyes, Barriers, all in mirth excels, The ayre reuerberates our earthly ioyes. This great Tryumphing, Prophet-like fore-tels (I hope) how* 1.2 Leathes Lake all griefe destroyes, For now blacke sorrow from our Land is chac'd, And ioy and mirth each other haue embrac'd.
How much Ichouah hath this Iland blest, The thoughts of man can neuer well conceaue: How much we lately were with woes oprest. For him* 1.3 whom Death did late of life bereaue. And in the midst of griefe, and sad vnrest, To mirthfull sport* 1.4 freely giu'es vs leaue: And when we all were drench'd in blacke dispaire, Ioy conquered greife, and comfort vanquish'd care.
Thou high and mighty 〈…〉〈…〉 ••••••, Count Pallatine and pal〈…〉〈…〉 of the ••••••••••: Bauares great Duke, whom God on high doth life, To be the tenth vnto the Worthies nine. Be euer blest with thy beloued* 1.5 Guilt, Whom God, and best of men makes onely thine: Let annually the day be giuen to mirth, Wherein the Nuptials gaue our loy loyes new birth.
Right gracious Princesse, great Elizabeth In whose Heroicke, pure, white Iuory breast, True vertue liues, and liuing flourisheth: And as their Mansion hath the same possest: Belou'd of God aboue, and men beneath, In whom the Goddesses and graces rest. By vertues power, Ichonah thee hath giuen, Each place doth seeme (where thou remain'st) a heauen.
The Royall bloud of Emperours and Kings, Of Potent Conquerours, and Famous Knights Successiuely from these two Princes springs: Who well may claime these titles as their rights: The Patrons Christendome to vnion brings, Whose vnity remoted Lands vnites, And well in time (I hope) this sacred worke, Will hunt from Christian Lands the faithlesse Turke.

By this happy marriage, great Britaine, France, Denmarke, Germa∣ny, & the most part of Christendone are vnited eyther in affini¦ty or consanguinity.

Since first the framing of the worlds vast Roome, A fitter, better match was not combinde; So old in wisdome, young in beauties bloome, And both so good and graciously inclinde. And from this day, vntill the day of doome; I doubt succeeding ages shall not finde; Such wisdome, beauty, grace, compact together, As is innate in them, in both in eyther.
None (but the Diuell and his infernall crue) At this beloued heau'nly match repines, None (but such fiends, which hell on earth doth spue) Which wish Eclips of their illustrious shines, The Gods themselues with rare inuentions new, With inspiration mans deuice refines; And with their presence vndertakes these taskes, Deuises, motions, Reuels, playes, and Maskes.

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That which God loues most, the Diuell hates most: and I am sure that none but the blacke crew are offended with these Royal Nuptials.

The thund'rers* 1.6 Bride hath efe her heauenly bed, And with her presence this great wedding graces; Him•••• in Saffron Robes inuelloped: Ioynas and accords these Louers lou'd embraces: Yea all the Gods downe to the Earth are fied. And mongst our ioyes their pleasures enterlaces. Immortals joynes with mortals in their mirth, And makes the Court their Paradice on earth.
Maiestick Ioue hath left his spangled Throane To dance Leuoltoes at this Bridall feast: Infusieg Iouiall glee in euery one, The high, the low, the greatest and the least. Sad mindes to sable melancholy prone, Great loue their vitall parts hath so possest: That all are wrapt in sportfull extasies, With showes and Glamors ecchoing in the skyes.

Where the Plane Iupiter hath sole predominance, there is all Royall mirth, and jouall alacrity.

a 1.7Apollo from the two toptb 1.8 Muses Hill Eight of thec 1.9 Sisters nine hath brought from thence (Leauingd 1.10 Mepomence alone there still To muse on sad and tragicall euents) The rest all stretching their all matchlesse skill To serue this Royall Princesse, and this Princes. Thus Sol descended from his Radient shrine, Brings Poesie and Musicke downe diuine.
The wrathfull God ofe 1.11 War in burnish'd Armes Layes by his angry all confounding mood: And in the Lifts strikes vp sweet Loues Alarmes, Where friendly warres drawes no vnfriendly bloud, Where honours fire the noble spirit warmes To vndertake such actions as are good. Thus mighty Mars these tryumphs doth encrease At Tilt. With peacefull warre, and sweet contentions peace.
The Queene off 1.12Loue these Royall sports attend, And at this Banquet deignes to be a guest: Her whole endeauours she doth wholly bend, She may in Loues delights outstrip the best: For whosoe're doth Hymens Lawos preend If Venus be but absent from the feast, They may perhaps be merry in some sort, But 'tis but painted mirth and ayrie sport.

All worth nothing.

Bright Maias Soe the God of tricks and sleights, •••••••• Hath op'd the treasure of his subtill wit; mercury And as a Seruant on this Wedding waits With Masques, with Reuals, and with tryumphs fit, His rare inuentions and his quaint conceits, (Twixt Heauen alost, and Hel insernall pit) He in imaginary showes affords In shape, forme, method, and applausefull words.
Old sulleni 1.13 Saturne hid his moody head, In dusky shades, of blacke Cimerian night: And waueringk 1.14 Luna closely couch'd to bed, Her various change she knew would not delight The loyall mindes where constancie is bred, Where Protens thoughts are put to shamefull flight, These twol 1.15 by Ioues command were straightly bound To stay at home (as better lost then found)
Cupid descended from the Chrystall skyes And leaues befind his golden feathered darts: In steed of whom, he makes faire Ladies eyes The piercing weapons of true loning hearts, And he amongst these high Solemnities, His awfull presence freely he imparts, To all in generall with mirthfull cheere, All sport's the better if loues God be there.
The off spring of the high celestiall Ioue, His braine.bredm 1.16 Daughter and his thigh borne Sonne n 1.17One with aduice of wisdome she wed her loue, And t'other bounteously made plenty runne: Where wine in streames gainst one another strone, Where many a Caske was backrout an vndone, Depriu'd the treasure of the fruitfully vinese By Bacchus bounty, that great God of Wine.s
Thus Ioue and Iuno, Jmps of aged Ops With wise Minerua, Mars and Mercury: Resplendent Sol with musicks straines and ileps Faire Venus Queene of Loues alacrity, Loues God with shafts betipe with golden tops And Bacchus showring sweet humidity, Gods, Goddesses, the Graces and the Muses, To grace these tryumphs all their cunnings vses.

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Amongst the rest was all recording Fame Inscalping noble deeds in brazen laues: That meagre Enuy cannot wrong that name, Where braue Heroick acts the minde vpheaues: Fmes goldē trump will through the world proclame Whom Fortune, Fare, nor Death nor time bereaues. Thus like a Scribe, Fame waited to Record The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord,
All making marring time that turneth neuer To these proceedings still hath beene auspicious, And in his Progresse will I hope, perseuer, To make their dayes and houres ro be delicious. Thus Fame, and time, affoords their best indeauour Vnto this royall match to be propitious: Time in all pleasure through their liues will passe Whilst Fame records their Fames inleaues of Brasse.

Times Progresse.

Yon Sonnes of Iudas and Achitophei, Whose damn'd delights are treasons, bloud, & death: Th' almighties power your haughty prides will quell, And unlike your vassals, vessels of his wrath, Let all that wish these Princes worse then well, Be iudg'd and doom'd to euerlasting Scath, For 'tis apparent, and experience prooues, No hare preuailes, where great Ichouah loues.
To whose Omnipotent Eternall power, I doe commit this blest beloued paire: Oh let thy graces daily on them showre, Let each of them be thine adopted Heire a Raise them at last to thy Celestiall Bowre, And feate them both in lasting glories Chaire. In fine, their earthly dayes be long and blest: And after bettred in eternall rest.

A Sonnet to the Imperious Maie∣stick mirrour of King Iames, great Bri∣taines Monarch.

GReat Phoebus spreads his Rayes on good & ill, Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Rat, The smallest Sayles God AEols breath doth fill: And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat. But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants, So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts: And as the Earth supplyes our needfull wants, So doth thy bounty guerdon good desarts. And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales, Thou filst with Ioy the Sailes of rich and pore, And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales, So thou to high and low yeelds harbour flore. Thus Sea, Ayre, Earth, and Titans fiery face, Are Elementall Seruants to thy Grace.
To Life.
SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring gest, Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall Lodgings thouhast tane in man, In Fish, in Fowle, in tame or bruitish beast: Since all by thee from greatest to the least, Are squar'd (and well compar'd) vnto a span, Oh fleeting Life take this ••••y counsell than, Hold long possession in thy royall breast: Dwell euer with the King, the Queene, the Prince, The gracious Princesse, and her Princely Spouse. In each of these thou hast a lasting house: Which Fate, nor Death, nor Time, cannot conuince. And when to change thy Lodging thou art driuen, Thy selfe and they exalted by to Heauen.
To Death.
To thee, whose auaritious greedy mood, Doth play a sweepe stake with all liuing things And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood, Of subiects, Abiects, Emperours and Kings: That high and low, and all must feele thy stings, The Lord, the Lowne, the Caitiffe and the Keasar, A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee, as did the fall of Iulius Caesar. Then since the good and bad are all as one, And Larkes to thee, no better are then Kites, Take then the bad, and let the good alone, Feed on base wretches, leaue the worthy wights, With thee the wicked euermore will stay, But from thee, Fame will take the good away.
To Eternity.
THou that beyond all things dost goes as farre, That no Cosmographers could e're suruay. Whose glory (brighter then great Phebus Carre) Doth shine, where night doth ne're eclipse the day: To thee I consecrate these Princes acts. In thee alone let all their beings be: Let all the measures of their famous tracts. In the begin, but neuer end like thee. And when thy Seruant Time, giues Life to Death, And Death surrenders all their liues to Fame: Oh then inspire them with celestiall breath, With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name. Thus vnto thee, (as thine owne proper rights) Iconsecrate these matchles worthy wights.

Iohn Taylor.

FINIS.

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