Hosanna, or, Divine poems on the passion of Christ by Francis Quareles.

Borne in Augustus time.

NOw was the man of men great Iulius slaine, And with his blood had dy'd the chaire in graine Hee sate in, in the Senate: and the flood Which streamd from civill warre dri'd in his blood;

And now the milde Augustus sate above The Sphere of Rome like a propitious Iove. And with a milder influence clear'd the skies, And purg'd these exhalations which did rise From so much blood effused: or was sent Like some Apollo to Romes firmament; For in his sunnie dayes was learnings spring, All the Arts flourish'd, and each Muse did sing The fulnesse of all time, who will not thinke? When Peace and Learning were so fairely link't? When Wisdome hadits flourish on the earth, Then had the Wisdome of the Father birth. And when the Olive branch of Peace was showne Then, not before, the Prince of Peace came downe!