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“One the Princes goeinge to Spayne”

From Englands happy & unequall1 state

Our Charles is gone to trust to Sea & Fate:

Neptune2 be proud since thow with him art fraight

For Sea had never such a noble waight.

Let not thy Billowes rore, nor surges rise,

5

Nor a blacke cloud appeare within the Skyes:

Smooth thy rough face, & let the Sunnes bright beames

With a rich mantle cloth thy silver streames.

Let not a wrincle in thy brow be seene

And be no more as thow to fore hast beene.

10

Shew all your pastimes, let your watry sport

Resemble to his eyes a Monarches Court.

Cause thy rich woombe send forth her plenteous store

That which hath longe beene hidden from the shore.

And in a minute from her bosome cast

15

Those priceles Gemms that circled with her wast

Send all unto his sight, be proud that yow

Can please his senses with your humble view.

For never did theare on the Ocean swim

A Vesell fraught with whats contaynd in him.

20

When Princely Charles shall safe arive in Spayne

And their 2 heartes made one,3 which have bin twayne,

So long tyme joy above all joy will flow

And in no place shall bide a thought of woe.

What will Maria thinke when she shall see

25

A Prince for her sake of that dignitye

Cast of the robe of majesty & take

A shape so humble4 for his mistress sake

Expose his body to laborious toyle

And with long steps measure a strangers soyle.

30

Forsake his Country, leave his friendes in doubt,

Of what in his long travayles may fall out.

How can they recompence his worthy love

Which by apparant signes he doth approve?

Barre him no longer from the heavenly blisses

35

But greet his comming with a 1000 kisses.

Then shall you pay the hyre he doth expect

Giving a period to more state neglect

And your affections shall heereafter bee

Left as Examples to posteritye.

40

And faythfull Buckingame thy love shalbe

Kept from decay unto Eternitye.

For truly waigh what thow hast ventur’d now

Will force thy foes even with a wrinkled browe,

Confes thee noble, & their envy lay,

45

Fast bound in earth, & nere behold more day.

What though thy Enemyes nere so much do curse

Thy happy fortunes? Thow art nere the worse:

But like the Syrian Wolves that barke all night,

Against the moones transplendent heavenly light,5

50

Count those that envy thy deserved state

Knowing thow standst ’bove envy or their hate.

For thinke you that your Soveraigne would rayse

Any to honor for the peoples prayse?

No, he did se that in thy inward part,

55

Was his true faith without dissembling art.

And that a man so form’d by Natures skill,

Had not within his breast a thought of ill.

Love those that love thee: For the rest a strawe

60

Guilt shunnes the light; Foxes the Lyons pawe.

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Source. Bodleian MS Malone 19, pp. 35-37

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¹   unequall: unequalled. <back>

²   Neptune: god of the sea. <back>

³   And their 2 heartes made one: i.e. the marriage of Prince Charles with the Spanish Infanta Maria. <back>

⁴   Cast of the robe...humble: alluding to Charles’s adoption of a humble disguise as “Jack Smith”. <back>

⁵   like the Syrian...light: while the specific significance of Syrian wolves is unclear, the image is of foolish and barbarous carping in the face of mysterious regal splendour. <back>