Heauens blessing, and earths ioy. Or a true relation, of the supposed sea-fights & fire-workes, as were accomplished, before the royall celebration, of the al-beloved mariage, of the two peerlesse paragons of Christendome, Fredericke & Elizabeth With triumphall encomiasticke verses, consecrated to the immortall memory of those happy and blessed nuptials. By Iohn Taylor,

A Sonnet to be Imperious maiestick mirrour of Kings, Iames, great Brit∣taines Monarch.

GReat Phoebus spreads his Raies on good and ill, Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Ratte, The smallest Sayles God AEol's breath doth fill: And Thetis harbors both the Whale and Spratte. But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants, So thy illustrous shine doth glad all harts: And as the earth supplies our needfull wants, So doth thy bountie guerdon good desarts. And like the ayrie Eoll's pleasant gales, Thou filst with ioy the Sailes of rich and poore, And as the sea doth harbor Sprats and Whales, So thou to high and low, yeald'st harbours store. Thus Sea, Ayre, Earth, and Titans fiery face, Are Elementall seruants to thy grace.

To Life.

SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring guest, Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall lodgings thou hast tane in man, In Fish, in Foule, 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 my counsell than, Hold long possession in the 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 be to heauen.

To Death.

TO thee whose auaritious greedy mood, Doth play at sweepe-stake with all liuing things: And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood, Of Subiects, Abiects, Emperours and Kings: That high and lowe, and all must feele thy slings, The Lord, the Lowne, the Catife and the Keasar, A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee, as did the fall of Iulius Ceasar. 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, Feede on base wretches, leaue the worthy wights. With thee the wicked euermore will stay, But from thee, Fame will take the good away.

To Eternitie.

THou that beyond all things dost goe so farre, That no Cosmographers could e're suruay, Whose glory (brighter then great Phoebus 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 thee 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 applawd thy name. Thus vnto thee (as thine owne proper rights) I consecrate these matchles worthy wights.

FINIS.

Iohn Taylor.