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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A14319) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2071) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1033:17) Englands ioy R. V. (Richard Vennard), d. 1615? [10] p. Printed by P. Short, [London : 1601?] By Richard Vennard. Imprint from STC. Verses on the defeat by Lord Mountjoy of the Irish rebels under Tyrone--STC. Signatures: A⁵. Formerly STC 21358. Identified as STC 21358 on UMI microfilm reel 1033. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Tyrone's Rebellion, 1597-1603 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo Englands ioy. R. V. 1601 10 1629 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2011-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2011-02 Sampled and proofread 2011-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

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Englands Ioy . E EENglands blisse , & blessed Queene , L Liue your praises in perfection , I In your Subiects hearts be seene Z Zeale in humble loues subiection : A Angels in your loue attend you , B Blessed IESVS euer blesse you , E Euer so his hand defend you : T That no harmfull thought distresse you : H Holy powers of Heau'n preserue you : A And , all faithfull subiects serue you . R R Royall Graces euer grace you , E Euer true Loue liue about you , G Glorious Angels armes imbrace you : I Ioy in England none without you , N None but Grace , and Vertue note you , A And the world for wonder Cote you .

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Fayth . personification of the virtue of Faith

Loyalty . personification of the virtue of Loyalty

Valour . personification of the virtue of Valor

Wisdome . personification of the virtue of Wisdom

Hostes vt serpentem . depiction of St. George slaying the dragon

Englands Ioy .
E EENglands blisse , and blessed Queene , L Liue your praises in perfection , I In your Subiects hearts bee seene Z Zeale in humble loues subiection : A Angels in your loue attend you : B Blessed IESVS euer blesse you , E Euer so his hand defend you : T That no harmfull thought distresse you : H Holy powers of Heau'n preserue you : A And , all faithfull subiects serue you . R R Royall Graces euer grace you , E Euer true Loue liue about you , G Glorious Angels armes embrace you : I Ioy in England none without you , N None but Grace , and Vertue note you , A And the world for wonder Cote you .
REioyce O England , sing , and clap thy hands : For , God himselfe , doth for thy safetie fight : No foe so great , but that thy force withstands : It is so strengthened by the heauenly might . The Irish Rebell and the Spaniardes pride : Before thy face doe fall on euery side . The Noble Lord , Mount Ioy that Champion true : Of honours choise , in Vertues Chiualrie : Hath put to flight , that coward Rebell Crue Of proude Tyrone , and made the Spaniards flie . Don Iohn de Aquila with all his traine : With little comfort are return'd to Spaine . The Irish Rebells , now doe keepe their Caues : Amidde the woods ; like Wolues or rauening beasts : Where all like out-lawes , or vnciuill slaues : on grasse and shamrocks , now they make their feasts : O England , neuer , better newes can be : Then thus to heare , how God doth fight for thee . Now shalt thou heare of nothing but confusion : Vpon the head of all thy harmefull foes : Now shall the Rebells finde the full conclusion , That in the end of all Rebellion growes . And Spaine shall fret , to see his pride puld downe : And God preserue , thy Soueraigne & her Crowne . Now shall the Pope with all his practise faile : The hope of Traitors all be ouerthrowne : Nor Pope , nor Spaniard now shall none preuaile : To doe thee hurt , that but defend'st thine owne : Now serue thy God , and giue him thanks for all : And keepe thy faith , and thou shalt neuer fall . Be true I say , and faithfull to thy God : And euer loyall to thy Soueraigne Queene : For whose loues sake , he doth forbeare his rod . That hath been long in other countries seene : He will not suffer any to destroy thee : But ouerthrow their forces that annoy thee . In Eighty Eight , how did he by his hand , Scatter the Nauie of the Spanish fleete ? And now in Ireland , in their hoped land , How hath he troden their forces vnder feet ? Where noble Mount Ioy in deserued fame : Eterniz'd hath the honour of his name . He beares the Sunne , and like the Sunne he driues : Proud swelling cloudes to wander with the winde : And vnder our bright Sunne of light he liues : Who giues a gratious light to such a minde . As , so deserues her Grace , to giue him light : That he be euer gracious in her sight . Now let all harts of happie England praie : Vnto our God of glorious mercies power , That he will still be our almightie staie : Our Rock , our Castle , and our heauenly tower : That in his mercie , we may fearelesse liue : And to his gratious loue all glorie giue . Let vs still praie , that he will still preserue : Our gracious Queene in his eternall grace : And giue vs grace both him and her to serue : And all vnfaithfull Traitours to deface : To spend our liues , but in our countries cause : And be obedient , to her blessed lawes . Rebellion is the sinne of witch-craft nam'd , And witches are but Diuells in their natures , Oh hellish fiends , to the deuill fram'd . Which so deceiue but the accursed creatures . Oh cursed sinne that euer man should know thee , God blesse all English , and good Christians fro thee . And , since that truth , doth trie out euery thought , Wherein the depth of euery sence is sounded , Against that truth , who hath the Treason wrought , That , on vngratious reason hath been grounded . What euer fortune for a time doe fall , Confusions shame will be the end of all . Which shamefull end the God of endlesse glory , Hath giuen the Rebels and their wicked friends : While valiant Mountioyes noble victory , Truth blowes abroad in fame that neuer ends . While Irish shrugs , and Spaniards frownes doe proue , The blisse of England in the heauens aboue . What shall I saie ? the Irish Rebells fled : The Spaniards gone , with sorrow , shame and losse : Tyrone I hope will shortly loose his head : The Spaniards glad , to put vp all their crosse : Hath tane an oath , to hye them home to Spaine : And neuer wish to bring their Armes againe . Thus in the Rebell , all hie ruins point : The Spaniard , staying but a winde for Spaine : Tyrone in hourely daunger of a ioynt : And Irelands peace , I hope will growe againe : God surely pleas'd in this worke of peace , Where Truth shall flourish , and Rebellion cease . God graunt it so , and in his Gracious hand : Long blesse the daies , of our deere Soueraigne Queene : And make her Empresse of this blessed land : Till no more land within the world be seene : And make her Armies , euermore victorious : And all her Kingdomes , in thy mercie glorious . Blesse her Lord Mount-ioy , with that Mount of Ioy : That Noble Truth , in truest Noblenesse : May stand so stronge , as nothing may destroy : But , in the height of honours happinesse : May by the vertue of best valour proued , Of God and man , be blessed and beloued . Blesse all her armie with those fearelesse harts : I hat soone may bring the Rebell in subiection : And make a iest of all those woodden dartes : That doe not loue a steeled coates complexion : And quaile the harts , or cut off all the heads : That so the pathe of proud Rebellion treads . Blesse all her Counsaile , and her faithfull friends . Court , Citties , Countries all in such a peace : As all the world , that sees proude Traytors ends , May cause the root , of all rebellion cease : Such peace , and plentie , loue , and concord send : That we may sing thy Glorie without end . Blesse still I pray our gratious Soueraigne Queene : With all the blessings of thy holy Grace : And let it neuer in our Land be seene : But in thy Mercie we may haue a place : Nor Mount-ioyes fame die in Obliuions penne : To all of these , all England say , Amen .
For all Honourable , Vertuous , and Noble spirited Lords , Ladies , and all other her Maiesties faithfull Subiects whatsoeuer . AL faithfull Subiects of this blessed land , That serue the only Angel of a Queene : In whose true grace , & by whose gratious hand ▪ The heauenly substance of her sexe is seene . Let not your hearts , nor spirits cease to pray , For her liues blessed euerlasting day . For in her life liues all your happinesse , She is the Sunne that lights your Element Her Maiestie , your wonders worthinesse , Her Vertue , your honours ornament . Her Fauour , your best loyalties regard : Her Grace , your seruice royallest reward . Pray then , I say , and prayer neuer cease , Vnto the God of all eternall glorie : Her life , her health , her comfort to encrease , To Englands honour , neuer ending storie . That she may breathe an euerlasting breath , And they may pine in hell , that wish her death . R. V.
AMEN .