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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A10293) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2064) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1033:09) A poeme, on the Kings most excellent Maiesties happy progresse into Scotland, and much desired returne May. 1633. I. R., fl. 1633. [2], 10 p. [for F. Grove], Imprinted at London : MDCXXXIII. [1633] Signed: I or J. R. Printer's name from STC. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Charles, -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A poeme, on the Kings most excellent Maiesties happy progresse into Scotland, and much desired returne. May. 1633. I. R., 1633 14 1841 8 0 0 0 0 0 43.45 D The rate of 43.45 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2009-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-05 Sampled and proofread 2009-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A POEME , ON The KINGS most Excellent MAIESTIES happy Progresse into SCOTLAND , and much desired returne .

MAY. 1633.

Imprinted at LONDON , MDCXXXIII .

To all True-hearted Subiects , that wish well to our Gracious Souereigne , His Royall Queene , Prince , Princesse , and State : The Authour , no Poet , but on this occasion , directs his ensuing Poeme . HE 's gone , the Sunne goes Northward , and t' was now Fit time of th' yeere ; I 'le tell you why , and how : Some in a Map doe trace each step Hee makes , And with his Compasse one the distance takes From towne to towne , and , guided by his sight , Dares to auouch that there He lay last Night , And here He din'd this day , and then , amain , He and his Troups passed ore such a Plaine And such a Meadow green , and fields that lay Close to a Riuer running by that way . Thus his Finger walkes the Iourney thorow . Lastly he saith , This is Edinborough . Here must I point at things in generall , For that were infinite to touch them all , Or to describe the wayes , or Townes , or woods , Or Hils , or Dales , or Fields , or dainty Floods And Brookes that glide along , I leaue that to Some other Muse , for mine hath much adoe To finde a Clew of thred to lead her out : Of this great Labyrinth she is about ; Thus some take Pleasure , and Recreation , To see Him in Imagination , To thinke they see Him present , heare Him speake , As in a Dreame , though absent when they wake : And whil'st they this contemplate , thus they sing , No State so happy , ne're so sweet a King . When they haue done in speaking what they may , Vnto His praise , with bended knees they pray For Him and all that his Attendants be , Praysing , and wishing their Felicitie , And that all blessings on His head may fall , To make His Royall race perpetuall . Marke how He mounts higher then Cancers Signe , And walkes with equall steps beyond that ● Line The Gests . Which Phoebus ne're could passe , The Tropick . His Tropicks stand Before the Sunne , take them by Sea or Land : Eastward He goes to France , and West to Spaine , By Do●er . Northward to Scotland , Southward backe againe To England , Royall Traueller ; See here , H' exceeds the Sun , quarters the Hemisphere ; The Sunnes Summer beigne . Now in His Apogaeum doth He shine Nine daies i th' North , more then i th' Sothern Clime . Astron'mers say 't is common , yet mistake , 'T was neuer but for Iames and Charles his sake ; See how Don Phoebus striues for to exceed , Breathlesse , and windlesse , till his Coursers bleed , Drinks vp the Sea for thirst , and lets it fall In Teares , into the Earths vast vrinall , And when he cannot compasse his desire , With burning heat would set the world on fire ; He rises early , and goes late to bed , Yet ere one Moneth he yeelds , as vanquished , Stands , The ●●●stice . gazing after him , and doth admire , But cannot moue , is forc'd for to retire . The Sunne , though glorious , needs must lay aside , During this Progresse , all his glittering pride , Turnes ● Phosphorus to our Phoebus all the way , The Day star . Serues for a morning Starre vnto the Day , And beares the Mace to Charles : See how goes And comes before his Maiestie , and showes As he ascends to Northward , more and more , Great light to them that were all Night before . Dwellers vnder the North Pole . But when the King returnes , the Sunne with speede , Comes South againe , as if 't were so decreed , They of th' Orcades rise , and wondring say , They ne're obseru'd it so since Iacobs day . King ●ames . For when of light they saw such curious streames , They did suppose it had been Phoebus beames , In hopes that he for his long absence might Giue more then halfe yeere day ; for halfe yeere night . Now they plucke on their clothes , awak't from sleep , Reioycing much for to see the day peepe , One for his doublet , one for his breeches calls , Rowsing their Seruants from their Funeralls , Neere dead asleepe : they that dwell farthest North , That for sixe moneths at least ne're ventured forth Of their owne doores , in haste without dispute , Run to the tops of th' Hills for to salute The rising Sunne : by vse the case is cleare , The first that sees him shall be King that yeere . 'T is not your vsuall Sunne that now you see , But 't is King Charles , a greater Sunne then he . Vp to your mountaine tops therefore , and pry For to behold him first as narrowly As e're you did your Sunne ; who can alleadge The Conquest , shall not lose his Priuiledge . When by Gods grace He shall returne , then we His loyall Subiects shall contend to see Our Souereigne first , no hills for this so high , As we desire , no Alpes can satisfie . For when He tooke His Progresse , then each one That could not Him attend where He was gone , Looks at his Coach wheeles , as along they past , Striuing with greedy eyes to see him last . Those of the Antarctike Pole haue cause to feare , The Arctick day will almost make a yeere ; And they i th' night must all that while abide , Whereas the Sunne did commonly diuide The Day and Night betwixt them , good successe Be to the Northerne world , th' Almighty blesse Denmarke and Swede , and all the rest that are Confederates for that League , and German war , The Sunne comes neerer you , and gilds the Skie Till of your foes you get the victory . The birds most sweetly chant it all the way , Bid him good morrow and good night each day : Each Wood and Groue , each Tree , and each Briar Yeeld Choristers to make a dainty quire : Sometimes the Partridge one another call , Morning and Euening sings the Nightingall . T' were endlesse to recount the Notes they sing , When all the birds doe homage to the King ; Vnder his window , ere the day appeare , Ioying and clapping crowes loud Chanticleere . Fishes and Beasts doe th' like , but that my song Cannot assoord them roome , 't would be too long , And o're the Hills and Valleys , with the bounds Of Horses and Coaches the Echo sounds , Repeating all that s done , or said , as crost , That any word , or tittle should be lost . The end for breuity by her exprest , Shews that she keepes a Iournall of the rest . The highway Criples run by 's Coaches side To aske an almes , which neuer is denied . You 'ld laugh , how some , at th' end of euery towne With wooden legs will put the Footmen downe . The Maiors and Aldermen of euery place , And vnder-Officers , for a great space , Come forth to meet him , and to offer vp , Some siluer Flaggons , some a golden Cup , Some one thing , some another , any thing They iudge to be most pleasing to the King . And thus in humble manner , as 't is meet , Lay downe their keyes , and power at his feet . With them the rurall Lads , and Lasses too , Staring and gazing to see what they doe . He 's a despised clowne eternally , That comes not forth to see the King passe by . The Countrey Hoydens gaine thus much , they can That saw the King , write alwayes Gentleman . You 'ld wonder how they 'l boast , 't is their glory , When to their sweet-hearts they tell this story . Sunne stand thou still , and let thy Solstice be So long i th' Heauen , till thou clearely see His safe arriuall , and returne againe : Leaue him not there , as once thou didst in Spaine , Hoping to meet him , sent with swift careere : Perchance , Expresse , to see how all did here . Our Sunne to Scotland gone , doth make our night , Our Moone His royall Consort giues vs light , Queene Mary . Two pretty Starres increase it , that stand by Conioyn'd with her , Venus and Mercury . Prince Charles . Princesse Mary . Marke a Parhelium now , two Su●nes for one Doe shine aboue our Northerne Ho●izon , In Scotland one , in England one , yet the , So farre asunder make a goodly day : And if thus distant they can shine so sweet , How bright a Skie wil't be when they next meet His sacred head all happinesse attend , The Queene , the Prince , the Princesse , Subiects , Friend : Let Angels guardians , God Protector stand , By Sea His Pilot , and His Guide by land : By day His Cloud , by night His burning Torch , Nor cold by night , nor heat by day may scorch His royall Person ; let His clothing be Eliahs Mantle , and His company Eliahs Chariot , Tobies Raphael I th' way He goes ; for thirst giue Iacobs Well , For hunger Iacobs Venison , which may send A blessing to all those that Him attend ; For sleepe giue Iacobs Pillow , at his head Set Iacobs Laddar , that which I haue said , Giue all those blessing which His conuoy found , Vnto our King for ●o begirt him round . O let His sleep be sweet , His dreames diuine , Of heauenly angels , and his heart incline , Good God , that King Solomons dreame may be Confirm'd to Him and His posteritie ; And that in full assurance God may please Conduct Him safe , and bring Him backe in peace . Viuat Rex . J. R.