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God graunt his royall vertues simpathize
With late Eliza's!-so, God save king James!

He that, in love to this, saies not Amen,

Pray God the villaine never speake agen! Amen.”

England's Cæsar. His Majestie's most royall Coronation. Together with the manner of the solemne shewes prepared for the Honour of his entry into the Cittie of London. Eliza, her Coronation in Heaven: and London's sorrow for her Visitation. By Henry

Petowe.

London, printed by John Windet for Mathew Law, and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the Fox in Paule's Church-yarde, 1603.

[Quarto, sixteen leaves.]

THIS very rare, and perhaps unique production, was written by the author of Elizabetha quasi vivens, as a supplementary tribute to King James. It is thus opaquely inscribed to a plurality of persons.

"To the curteous and wise yong Gentlemen, united in love, Master N. H. Master Ro. W. Master J. H. Master L. K. Master H. A. and Master Tho. S. Henry Petowe wisheth increase of vertue, and prosperous successe in all their affaires.

I have adventured (curteous, virtuous, and wise,) with the strong wrastlers of Olympia, though not to winne yet to worke

for the garland; I meane the laurell wreath of your gentle favours. The judgement of my labours relyeth on vour severall censures, whereof, if your opinions rellish but one small taste of content, I presume upon a general liking of others: such is the sufficiencie I conceave of your discrete judgements. Therefore, touch and taste, taste and disgest; but with such contentment, that you may applaud the fruitfull operation: How it will proove I know not, but I hope pleasant in disgesture. For however the fruits of my toyle now rellish, after the long gathering I dare protest, the tree from whence they were pluckt, came of a royall stocke. Make, therefore, your severall choyces of the best; and if you finde some more greene than others, impute it to their want of growth, in that they are but yong, and not come to their true perfection; or rather, blame my rashnes, that make sale of them for mellow fruite, when indeede they are not ripe. But in hope they will all prove delicious, according to your expectations, I present them in all love to your kinde acceptances; promising as much in affection, as any other can performe in perfection. Therefore, looke and like of such as you finde; and I promise you (under your favourable incouragements) to imploy all my best designes and studies to your severall good likings.

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Go, princely writ, apparelled in love,
The poyson of all sorrows to remoove :
Inrich thy selfe and me, by thy selfe-riches,
And strive to mount beyond our poet's pitches.
And thou, kind reader, reading this my writ,
Applaud the invention of an infant wit;

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Thoug yoong it be, it hath as good a hart
To merite well, as those of high desert.
Then blame it not, although for fame it strive,
For, after death, Fame still remaines alive.

Thine in all love,

H. P.

THE INDUCTION.

Now turne I, wandring all my hopes againe,
And loose them from the prison of despaire;
Ceasing my teares, that did bedew the plaine,
And clearing sighes which did eclipse the ayre.
My mourning weeds are off, and sigh I may not,
Joy stops my teares, and (joying) weepe I cannot.

Nor tongue, nor penne, nor witte can truly sing

His wondrous worth, and matchlesse dignitie;
I meane the glory of the English King,
Which wraps my Muse in all felicitie.
Oh, were my penne so rich in poetrie,
As to pourtray his royall Majestie !

But since she is not, as I would she were,

And since I cannot as I wish I could;
No marvell, though her weakness doe forbeare,
To sing that royall song which all pennes should,
Yet what she can she will for love compile,
Not seeking glory for a stately stile.

Goe, joyfull truce-men, in your virgin weedes,
Under a royall patron I have past you;

Soake

up the teares of every hart that bleeds,
And on the wings of Fame hence quickly hast you.

And from the silver mayne of calmy Thames,
Sound forth the worth of our heroicke James.

Into the eares of drooping London thunder,
The King of peace and plentie sallies by :
Bid her rejoyce in him, our English wonder,
Who mournes to see her in extremitie.

He mournes for her e'en at his coronation :
'Twill greive her soule to taste his royall passion.
Yet, London, thou art happie by his teares,
That weepes for thee, whom all the world else feares.

His Majestie's most royall Coronation.

Within the table of æternitie,

In leaves out-waring brasse, shall Fame write downe, With quilles of steele, the lasting memory

Of England's Cæsar, and great Cæsar's crowne; Give place, yee silent shadowes of black night,

And let the brightest lamp of heaven shine; Vanish, thou time of dreames! for, to delight,

This jeme must be survei'd with angels' eyne; Angels, as bright as is the brow of heaven,

When nere a clowd hangs lowring in the sky,
When foggy mists are from the sphere bereaven,
And angels' beutie mates with heaven's eye.

Such sunne-bright angels with a smiling face,
Must England's Cæsar's Coronation grace.

Mount high, my soule; the harbinger of light
Plaies jocund musicke to the welcome day;

Aurora blushes, and the sable night

Unto the ruddy morning gives faire way.

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From forthe the easterne clyme behold the sunne
Shines on the turrets of Great Cæsar's towne,
And summons him to weare what he hath won,
By true succession. What brow dares to lowre,
Or contradict the will of mighty Jove?

He'll have it so, for England's future blisse;
Our King is his anoynted dearest love,

And what we have, we farme it but as his.
Then like true leigemen, let our voyces sing
Glory to God! that He may blesse our King."

Jews in America; or Probabilities that those Indians are Judaical, made more probable by some additionals to the former conjectures. An accurate Discourse is premised of Mr. John Elliot (who first preached the Gospel to the natives in their own language) touching their origination, and his vindication of the Planters.

&c.

&c.

Tho. Thorowgood, S. T. B. Norfolciensis.

London, printed for Henry Brome, at the Gun in Ivie Lane, 1660.

4to.

ORIGINAL dedication to K. Charles I. dated 1648.

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