Encomiasticke elogies. Written by Augustine Taylor.

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Encomiasticke elogies. Written by Augustine Taylor.
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Taylor, Augustine.
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London :: Printed by Nicholas Okes,
1614.
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ENCOM. 3. To the great and hopefull CHARLES, Prince of Great Bri∣taine and Ireland, &c. (Book 3)

TOp-spring of Britaines hope, as to the Sphere, Whence dearest expectation waits, to heare The voice of her content. To thee I meane, That on the sluce of Englands Hippocreane Ascends in good, to grace the land, and streame. More do admire, then vnderstand the state Of vertues thine; could them admire, relate Thy Princely true proportion in all parts: 'Twould vrge those can but meanest part of Arts Aduancement; offer such true notes to thee, Would force admir'd, thy good, their loyalty, Through euery knowing clime; that vnderstands What Prince, and Subiect meanes. To all those lands That whilome cal'd Rome Mistresse; Caesars to Stood seruants-like, vncapt, I giue to kno: Romes Triumphes can but boast, t'haue beene times preter Britaines but late begunne, therefore times detter. Our Thames (then) Tyber equals. Our Swans be

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Knowne publicke sprung from so great Royalty As then was hers. The difference can but this, Such was on Tyber; is on Thamesis. Not Europe-ruling-Caesars, thus had liu'd Famous'd by infants breath; had they not giu'd A life to Poesie: Fairest Tombes will breake, Rust, and consume; not Poesie whilst any speake, Of any Language spoken. Know great Prince The wortrthi'st ornaments that Princes, since They tooke the name, was left, and onely fram'd By Poesie: and is. Who is there nam'd That's well accounted worthy, would not vse Before a dead seene picture, what a Muse (Well able) can produce? Nesciunt. Th'one a short time endures, and honours neuer Them it presents: Th'other continues euer Whil'st vertue's good: and honours. Being men, The best of Natures fabricke: Why should then Pictures be thought so worth? as if he dy'd That did not leaue his equall. If not try'd To be in substance; yet in shew 'tis knowne: Hee ne're was knowne depart, that like his owne Left no proportion: For some worth (indeed) Death leaues not life example, I do heed By accidents. Then, such parts to expresse Nature and Art, confirmes tru'st tuteresse From Poesie. All worth and euery action Re-acts in noting thoughts; thence. Yet giue faction Of painting euen course: but grant it so That Poesie stand to publish: Euery showe Being substanc'd, better's honour'd, vertue's like To liue thy age, in thee: Then be to seeke New shelter, leaue her not: still in thy name Thy worth, and shee shall share great'st pars of fame. In Arts and Vertues ripe; thy actions show Now when thy yeares but greene: All hope to know

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Both mature; both exceed. Now Melior est, Altior, ascendens: Thriuing to the best; And thought fame, breath to lend. This harmony (Plaid by an actiue Muse) doth wait to see From thee repaire; and from thee fetch a straine For a tenth worthy; Englands Charlemaigne. Th'art in the fairest path, for rule best Rules, When Princes Courts turne Academicke schooles. Proceed great Prince, and shall thy time, thy seed, Summon best Trumpets at fames lips, to bleed.

Your Highnesse obseruant, AVGVSTINE TAYLOR.

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