Bring their Heav'n with them: their great footsteps

place

An everlasting smile upon the face

Of the glad Earth they tread on: while with thee
Those beames that ampliate mortalitie,

And teach it to expatiate and swell

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To majestie and fulnesse, deign to dwell,

Thou by thy self maist sit, (blest Isle) and see

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How thy great mother Nature dotes on thee.
Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd,
And seem'd to make an Isle, but made a World.

Time yet hath dropt few plumes since Hope turn'd

Joy,

And took into his armes the princely boy,

Whose birth last blest the bed of his sweet mother,
And bad us first salute our prince, a brother.

The Prince and Duke of York.

Bright Charles! thou sweet dawn of a glorious Day!
Centre of those thy grandsires (shall I say,
Henry and James? or, Mars and Phoebus rather?

If this were Wisdome's god, that War's stern father;

'Tis but the same is said: Henry and James

Are Mars and Phoebus under diverse names):

O thou full mixture of those mighty souls
Whose vast intelligences tun'd the poles
Of Peace and War; thou, for whose manly brow
Both lawrels twine into one wreath, and woo

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thy pill sha low; see thy brother,

It in lesse : trace in these eyne

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These han is an 1 thine were he wn; those cherries 50

The cor all of thy lips: thou wert of all

This well-wrought e qie the fair principall.

Instly,

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How ov'n th' halst drawn that faithfull parallel,

Anh thy n.ster-piece. O then go on, 55 Mike such an other sweet comparison.

Soest then that Maie there? O teach her mother

To show her to her self in such another.

Follow this wonder too; nor let her shine

Alone: Eht sich another star, and twine

The in rosie beams, that so the Morn for one
Venis, may have a constellation.

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Th' art pair'd, sweet princesse : in this well-writ book 65
Read o're thy self; peruse each line, each look.
And when th' hast summ'd up all those blooming

blisses,

Close up the book, and clasp it with thy kisses.

So have I seen (to dresse their mistresse May)

Two silken sister-flowers consult, and lay
Their bashfull cheeks together: newly they
Peep't from their buds, show'd like the garden's eyes
Scarce wak't like was the crimson of their joyes;
Like were the tears they wept, so like, that one
Seem'd but the other's kind reflexion.

The new-borne Prince.

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And now 'twere time to say, sweet queen, no more. Fair source of princes, is thy pretious store

Not yet exhaust? O no! Heavens have no bound,
But in their infinite and endlesse round

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Nor may the pov'rtie of man's narrow prayers
Span their immensitie. More princes come:
Rebellion, stand thou by; Mischief, make room :

War, blood, and death-names all averse from Ioy

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Heare this, we have another bright-ey'd boy:
That word's a warrant, by whose vertue I
Have full authority to bid you dy.

Dy, dy, foul misbegotten monsters! dy:
Make haste away, or e'r the World's bright eye

To the Queen.

But stay; what glimpse was that? why blusht

the Day?

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Why ran the started aire trembling away?
Who's this that comes circled in rayes that scorn
Acquaintance with the sun? what second morn
At midday opes a presence which Heaven's eye
Stands off and points at? Is't some deity
Stept from her throne of starres, deignes to be seen?
Is it some deity? or is't our queen?

'Tis she, 'tis she her awfull beauties chase

The Day's abashèd glories, and in face

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Of noon wear their own sunshine. O thou bright 125 Mistresse of wonders! Cynthia's is the Night;

But thou at noon dost shine, and art all day

Illustrious sweetnesse! in thy faithfull wombe,

(Nor does thy sun deny't) our Cynthia.

That nest of heroes, all our hopes find room.

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Thou art the mother-phenix, and thy brest

Chast as that virgin honour of the East,

But much more fruitfull is; nor does, as she,
Deny to mighty Love, a deitie.

Then let the Eastern world brag and be proud

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Of one coy phenix, while we have a brood,

A brood of phenixes: while we have brother

And sister-phenixes, and still the mother.

The house and family of phenixes.

And may we long! Long may'st thou live t'increase

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