A web-based edition of early seventeenth-century political poetry from manuscript sources. It brings into the public domain over 350 poems, many of which have never before been published.
Notes. This ambitious poem celebrating the return of Charles and Buckingham from Spain in October 1623 is notable not only for its evocation of the popular festivities recorded in other verses on the return, but also for its lament about the contemporary taste for libels.
Oh for an Ovid1 or a Homer2 now
Whose sweet immortalizinge pen knowes how
To give such life by that there excellence
To this dayes joy that many ages hence
Decreped Grandsires by their workes divine
5May warme there blood by readinge but a line
And greiv’d they liv’d not in that blessed houre
When heaven rain’d soe much joy to have the power
To make times rusty chimes to backward runne
Untwistinge soe the thred the Fates had spunne
10And children curse slow natures longe delay
That had not them producte to see this day
Is Spencer3 dead & Daniel4 gone, oh then
This morninges glories lost: theres not a pen
Can point on shaddow much lesse lustre give
15To that daies fame that might for ever live
Now doe I wish I had the power to charme
All Poetts now a sleepe theise doe but harme
All writers now have soe farr wrackt their braines
With cloven-footed rough Satyrick straines
20That everie thinge seemes monstrous they produce
Libellous rimes are onlie now in use
The soule of poetrie alas is fledd,
For Homer Ovid Spenser Daniells dead
And Charles & George5 that have outstript all story
25Must want a pen t’imortalize their glory
The thunder mockinge Cannons lowde do hollow
And fame woulde force from harme the great Apollo6
As if the subject did require the pen
Rather of gods then anie mortall men
30The acclamations of the people peirce
The roofe of heaven & thence would draw a verse
Great Sydneis7 soule I thinke they woulde invite
On this unsampled theame some lines to write
That in record of everlastinge fame
35Men still might read great Charles & Georges name
And by the vertue of his Muses fire
Draw after times their actions to admire:
That when there ashes rested in there urne
Yett men might read of joy for there returne
40Which is soe farr beyond all mens expression
As none attempt itt may without transgression
Noe pen, noe tongue, noe excellence of art
Can speake the rapture of each good mans heart
Children uncapable to each mans thinkinge
45Were drunke with joy as others were a drinkinge
Matrons & Virgins who untill that morninge
Nere lookt on wine but with a modest scorninge
Did drinke & blush & blush & drinke againe
For joy prince Charles was safe return’d from Spaine
50Cripples lett fall there crutches, sick & lame
Forgott there paine when they but heard his name
The blind man now lamentinge lowdlie cries
He never greiv’d soe much his losse of eies
Infants scarce taught to goe were seene to run
55To see prince Charles great Britaines only son
The dumbe man now his want of speech bemoanes
Ventinge his joyes in sighes, in teares, in groanes
They sigh & groane for greife they cannot speake
Emptyinge there heartes by teares that els would breake
60The Country clowne as he past on the waie
Aid8 force from night an artificiall day
The Citizens to shew there deere affection
Did strive to bringe time under there subjection
And kept back night by stratagems & force
65Five howers longer then her common course
The eveninge now att midnight did beginne
The starrs lookt out & blusht & soe shutt in
Heaven wept for joy the useless sun retirde
Fearinge his cheekes should by our flames9 be fir’d
70Aurora10 rose survaide from East to West
Saw day without her & went back to rest
Yea Jove11 himselfe did call the gods about him
Fearinge the worlde had fir’d himselfe without him
And whether this the last day were or noe
75Swift Mercury12 is sent in hast to know
The sullen fates13 that never till that day
Were merry knowne to be he found att play
And on there brass-leav’d bookes14 castinge his eye
Hee saw it written for eternitie
80A day of rest & sport, & lett it stande
For ever in the Calends of this land
And lett the fift of October15 be found
Like August fift wth a redd letter crown’d16
For never soe much good as this before
85Unshipt itt selfe upon the Brittish shore
Our weepinge summer was no sooner gone
But Charles a gratious after spring brings home
Speake mightie prince found you not mens lookes
As are indeed the Common peoples bookes
90Where those of understandinge read & find
Where17 very soules, there thoughts there hearts there minds
Have you not such a welcome written there
As noe tongue can deliver to your eare
Have you not th’heraulds of each Brittans hart
95Mantled in deepest scarlett dy ready to start
Out of each blushinge cheeke, each sparklinge eye
Proclaiminge there (without base flattery)
There speechlesse blisse there loves sinceritie
There soules gladnesse there heartes alacritie
100Countinge nothinge more happy then t’expresse
To you there joy, to heaven there thankefullnes
O lett the memory of itt ever rest
Within the Cabinett of your princely breast
And lett itt bringe forth fruite when you are old
105So shall you reape from us a thousand fould
Each graine of love cast on our humble ground
Shall with a glorious harvest still be crown’d
Winter shall loose its powers, noe mill-dew blast itt
Time may sinke with itt Sir, but not out last itt
110What need your highness seek for love far hence
Or fetch itt home with hazzard or expence
Husband but what you have great Sir then know
Emperours & Kinges the worlds Monarkes shall throw
There sisters daughters neeces on our shoare
115And gaininge your alliance aske noe more
Beautie & blood & wealth & birth shall stand
The humble vassals of your great command
England Scotland, Ireland joynd together
What dares she call her name they’le not fetch hither
120Leave us not then in everlasting night
By such your absence Sir, by such your flight
Day without sunn may better govern’d be
Then England Scotland Ireland wantinge thee
And thou great Buckingham fortunes best child
125On whom both heaven & earth & seas have smil’d
Live long in that high sphere wherein you move
In Gods, the Kinges, the Princes peoples love
Detraction now repeales what she hath spoken
Envy hath drunke her last is swolne & broken
130And mightie prince whiles others offer gold
Some mirrhe, some frankinsence, some from the fold
Bring goats & kidds, some oxen from the stall
They offer but in part, I offer all
Some billetts brought some faggotts to the fire
135I bringe a zealous heart whose flames aspires
As high as did the greatest piles of wood
And what they spent in wine Ile spend in blood
All that they did was but to speake there love
Upon the selfe same warrant comes this dove
140From forth the arke then of your grace & favour
Vouchsafe to looke, putt forth your hand and save her
She bringes but 2 bare leaves of olive now
But att next flight great Sir expect a bow.
Source. Rosenbach MS 239/27, pp. 6-10
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2 Homer: ancient Greek epic poet. <back>
3 Spencer: Edmund Spenser, English epic poet (d.1599). <back>
4 Daniel: English poet Samuel Daniel (d.1619). <back>
5 Charles & George: Prince Charles and George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, whose return from Spain is the occasion of the poem. <back>
6 Apollo: sun god and god of the muses. <back>
7 Sydneis: Sir Philip Sidney (d.1586), Elizabethan poet and writer. <back>
8 Aid: probable scribal error; read “Did”. <back>
9 our flames: bonfires were lit to celebrate Charles’s return. <back>
10 Aurora: goddess of dawn. <back>
11 Jove: king of the gods. <back>
12 Mercury: messenger of the gods. <back>
13 fates: the three fates, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. <back>
14 bookes: i.e. the books of fates. <back>
15 fift of October: Charles and Buckingham arrived in England on 5 October 1623. <back>
16 August fift...crown’d: bells were rung on 5 August to commemorate the anniversary of King James’s deliverance from the Gowrie conspiracy in Scotland. “Red letter” days were holidays marked with red ink in the prayer book. <back>
17 Where: probable scribal error; read “There” (i.e. “Their”). <back>