The severall speeches and songs, at the presentment of Mr. Bushells rock to the Qveen's Most Excellent Majesty, Aug. 23. 1636 Her Highnesse being gratiously pleased to honour the said rock, not only with her royall presence, bvt commanded the same to be called after her owne princely name Henrietta.

THE SEVERALL SPEECHES AND Songs , at the presentment of Mr BVSHELLS ROCK TO THE QVEENES Most Excellent Majesty .

Aug. 23. 1636.

HER HIGHNESSE being Gratiously Pleased to Honour the said ROCK , not only with HER ROYALL Presence ; BVT COMMANDED THE SAME to be called after her owne Princely name HENRIETTA .

OXFORD , Printed by LEONARD LICHFIELD , and are to be sold by Thomas Allam .

M. DC . XXXVI .

The Hermits speech ascending out of the ground as the KING entred the Rock . WITH bended knees thus humbly doe I pray , You blessed powers , that glorifie this day , And to my frozen lipps haue vtterance giuen , Speak , O speak the Commands you bring from heauen ! For by times Embleme that since Noahs flood , I thus haue grasp'd , my soule hath vnderstood , The world no farther Iorney hath to saile Then is betwixt this Serpents head , and taile . Holdi●●● Serpen●● hand . If then before the Earths great funerall , Most glorious SIR , you hither come to call The Inmates of this solitarie place To strict accoumpt , for Heauens sake daigne the grace To lend your patience , and a gentle eare To what I ought to speak , and you may heare : A Prodigall profuse in vast expence , That nothing studied , but to please his sense , Trimming a glorious outside , whil'st within He cherisht nought , but propagating sinne , That multiplied so fast , there was no place Allow'd for virtue , or for sauing grace ; God of his mercy pleased was at last A gratious Eye vpon his soule to cast , Which being so neere a finall rack as now His only care , his studie is , but how He may redeeme the yeares he lost in sinne And liue as he to liue did now beginne . What followed next must be conceau'd of course , Confession , contrition , and remorse , These guides to heauen he happily persu'd , View'd his past life , and that againe review'd : And to that end he purchas'd at a price This field , then sterill , now his Paradise ; Where he as man of old , by God being bound With Adam , wrought , and dig'd , and drest the ground : Here are no Riuers such as Eden had , Nor were these banks with trees or flowers clad T' invite a stay , the Owle , not Philomell Within this solitarie place did dwell . And I , the Genius of this obscure Caue Since the great deluge , liu'd as in a graue , Chain'd to this ROCK , my Toumb-stone in dispaire Of freedome , or to view such beames , as are Shot from your Virtues : All my dayes were night , Vntill the humble Owner brought to light These eyes of mine , and forc'd great nature show This master-peece , a grace she did not owe To any age before , and sooth to say , I thinke it was created 'gainst this day . If then you be the God of Brittaines earth , And rule this I le , ( as sure you are by birth ) Vouchsafe a blessing , such a one as may , Preserue this ROCK , my mansion from decay . For envie would expell me from my home , And sinck me in the ruines of my owne . But let the true Possessor , to whom heauen For pure devotion-sake this place hath giuen , Let him in peace enioy it , that he may Build Altars here , and daily offerings pay For his preseruers health grant this , and then I that liu'd long with stones , will liue with men : And thinke the golden age is now begunne , In which no injuries are meant or done : Such Innocents as yet remaine with vs That doe inhabit here , and humbly thus We meane to liue , having no other fare Then uncurst water , uncorrupted aire . Vouchsafe to enter , and you here shall find Nothing but what may please a displeas'd mind . My bold Commission 's done , and I returne Downe to my humble graue , my peacefull urne .

Mr BVSHELL his Contemplation vpon the Rock . GReat nature , had I not a Soule , that spies A greater power enthron'd aboue the skies , I should adore thee , and should I dolize This maister-peece of thine , and sacrifice The fat of Bullocks to thy memorie , But we forbidden are to deifie What may be seene ; since that it is reveal'd The face of what 's divine must be conceal'd From mortall eyes , untill that greatest light Be quite put out that severs day from night . Where are the Muses , that were wont to sing Their well tun'd note about Parnassus spring ? Where is that Master-peece of Poets now That had a Lawrell wreath to crowne each brow ? Where are those paper-spoylers , that can part With many sheetes to paint out painted Art In praising faces , features such as be In beautie poore , if once compar'd to thee ? Shall I not thinke the world on 's death-bed lyee , And summon'd to his funerall obsequies , The soules departed hence , when thus I see Nature unlocke her richest treasurie . And in this doting age discover more Then in six thousand yeares that past before . You , that can sequester your selves from men , And buried be alive , in Caue , or den , In hollow ROCK , or in a desart groue , That the sad note of murmuring water love ; I le bring you to a ROCK , that for it's pleasure The Indies cannot purchase with their treasure , Where none but virgin silence liveth there And sweetest Musicke charmes the chastest eare The fountaines times doe keepe to birds that sing , And on the plaine song utter'd by each spring The ayerie Choristers division run ; The solid ROCK that various streames hath spun Even into strings as small as smallest wyre , Seemes to consort , and so make up a quire Such as the holy virgines sweetly raise When their choice Hymnes doe sing on holy-dayes . So that devotion here is kept on wing , And rather rais'd , then checkt by whispering Of springs with ROCKS , or ROCKS with light heel'd streames Night swimmes away in rest , the day in dreames , So that the watchfull HERMIT needs no clock , There are perpetuall Chymes within this ROCK , That will not let his contemplation sleepe , Would he be sad , there he may learne to weepe Of every object offer'd to his eye ; The humble pavement never shall be dry , But moystened still , with teares that there are shed , From the rich fountaine of the ROCKS curl'd head . This my Propheticke soule foretells shall be , ENSTON , the honour , that shall dwell with thee .

A Sonnet within the pillar of the Table at the Banquet . 1. COme away blest soules no more Feede your eyes with what is poore . 'T is enough that you haue blest What was rude ; what was undrest , And created in a trice Out of Chaos paradise . Come away and cast your eyes On this humble sacrifice . 2. We no golden apples giue , Here 's no Adam , here 's no Eve : Not a Serpent dares appeare , Whilest your Majesties stay here . Oh then sit , and take your due , Those the first fruits are that grewe In this Eden , and are throwne On this Altar as your owne . 3. Set a chaire for earth's Jove , Bring another for his love . Come away , vouchsafe to taste What was gathered up in haste , If we live another yeare By your grace and favour here ; Italy , and France , and Spaine Of their fruits shall boast in vaine .

Mr BVSHELL presenting the Rock by an Eccho sung to the KING and QVEENES Majesty . The Eccho . I charge thee answere me to what I aske , Echo : aske Hath ought presented to these Princes pleas'd ? Echo : pleas'd Pleas'd ? O gentle Eccho speak that word againe , Echo : againe How haue they lik'd our Rock , our Caue , our Well ? Echo : well Well! proud would their Host be should I tell him Echo : tell him Tell him Eccho , I will that he dispaire not Echo : spare not What shall we giue them by way of thankfulnes ? Echo : thankfulnes That , like thee , is aire ; we would giue what 's reall Echo : all All , why all that we haue is but this Rock , Echo : this Rock Giue them this poore Rock , Eccho meane you so ? Echo : so To which of them , to 'th King or to the Queene ? Echo : the Queene What to the King , if this be giuen the Queene ? Echo : the Queene The Queene , there 's nought more pretious : 't is true : Echo : true Can nothing more be added to his blisse ? Echo : blisse Blisse , the blisse of Heauen Eccho you meane sure ; Echo : sure Sure be 't to them both as this our blessing ; Echo : sing Sing gentle Eccho , is that thy desire ? Echo : desire THen blessed be this paire On the earth , in the aire , Blessed in their lasting ioyes , Blessed in their Girles , and Boyes , Let them live to heare it told , Their grand-Grandchildren are growne old . Let her beauty ever last , And his vigor neuer wast . Let the sea , that bounds these Isles , Ebbe at least ten thousand miles : And returne no more , but leaue New kingdomes for them to bequeath To the many heires they get ; And when they pay natures debt , Let their bodies not be found Dwelling in the sluttish ground , But translated to those thrones , Only built for blessed ones . Eccho let these prayers be Poasted vp to Heauen by thee ECCHO And if granted let vs know , Gentle Eccho answere so Echo : so So , then 't is agree'd aboue Echo : aboue That this paite shall liue , and loue : Echo : and loue And for euer happie be Echo : happie be In their blest posteritie . Echo : posteritie Eccho , for this newes I 'le giue Echo : giue Leaue that thou shalt euer liue Echo : liue In this Paradise of theirs , Echo : theirs Theirs Eccho , 't is no more mine , Echo : mine Theirs , and thine , Eccho euer , Echo : euer Fates decrees alter neuer . Echo : neuer

A Sonnet sung to the KING and QVEENE at Mr Bushells Rock . 1. HArke , harke , how the stones in the Rocke Strive their tongues to unlock , And would show , What they know , Of the Joy here hath beene Since the King and the Queene Daigne to say They would pay A visit to this cell : But all tongues cannot tell ; Nor language expresse Our full thankefullnesse . 2. Harke , harke , how the streames roule along , And for want of a tongue Vent in teares All their feares Least the King , least the Queene Being come , having seene , What we have In this cave , That nothing can delight That is brought to their sight , Or fully expresse Our hearts thankefullnesse . 3. Harke , harke , how the Birds in the groves Strive to tender their loves , For the spring , That the King , And the Queene bring along : Doe but see how they throng With their notes In their throats , On each Banck , in each Bush Sits a Larke , and a Thrush , That fayne would expresse Their hearts thankefullnesse . 4. Harke , harke , we humbly doe intreat How your Hosts heart doth beate , How it pants , Cause it wants What he gladly would bring To the Queene , and the King , Daigne to speake , Least it breake , Let him know you are pleas'd That his heart may be eas'd Or this Rock or this cave Is his Tombe or his grave .

The Musick to these songs was compos'd by SYMON IVE . FINIS .

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