The most Illustrious Prince Fredericke, by the grace of God King of
Bohemia, Count Palatine of the Rhine, Prince Elector, Duke of Bavaria, Marquis of Moravia, Duke of Silesia,
Marquis of Lusatia, etc. And of the High and mighty Princesse Elizabeth his Queene.
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THou Metropolitan Citty of the States,
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Of Famous Bohem, Joy be in thy Gates:
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Let all thy silver tuned Instruments
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Eccho, from off thy Ancient battlements,
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An universall harmony of Joy,
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Sent downe from Heav'n, in midst of thine annoy:
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May, in the ayre! eternall musicke dwell,
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That ecchoes from thy now-Tryumphant bell,
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Which beating on Moldavia's smoothed streame,
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With a sweete murmur, may report the Theame
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Of thy great Happines, and tell Silesia,
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Moravia, Lutzenberg, Lusasia,
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And great Bavaria, and let them tell
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It, to the world, as farre as Christians dwell.
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And thou (O fame) be perfect Woman now,
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Use all thy Tongues, weare them, and we doe vow,
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When they are worne, and time hath made them olde,
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They shall be tipt againe, with Indian Golde:
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Goe fame, and tell the world, the Prophesie
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Of auncient Sybill, now, is prov'd no lye:
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Capistran did affirme what shee did sing,
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And Heaven confirmes it, FRIDERICKE now is King
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Elected of Bohemia, give GOD praise,
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He sent him thee, to bring thee Halcion dayes,
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To take thee by the hand, and manumit
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Thee from thy servitude, to plucke the Bit
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Of too hard Curbe, from out thy tender mouth,
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And free thee, from the slaverie of the South:
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Now may thy Dead, in peace possesse their Tombes,
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Thy Babes be borne, not torne from out the wombes
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Of their distressed Mothers: Virgins, now,
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As pure as Innocencie, pay the Vow
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Promist their Husbands beds, no cursed slave,
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Shall ravish bones from out the silent Grave
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Of holy Martyrs; no damn'd hand defile
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Thy Sacred Temples; no foule tongue revile
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Thy godly Ministers; all thy dayes bee
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As was the first Prague when he enterd thee:
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Oh, then give thankes (all yee Bohemian States)
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He bringes a Jubile within your Gates.
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They all oppugne the Heavens Divinitie,
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Who say there is no influence from the skie
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On earthly bodyes, for they now may see
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The Sunne in Leo: can there, can there bee
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A more remarkeable intelligence,
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In this Election of Heavens providence?
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To prove Heavens hand therein, I this may bring,
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One Month, one Day, saw him first Man, first King:
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Nay more, the Month that beares an Emperors name,
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Pronounceth Majestie, added to fame:
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When he was Crown'd, the glory of the Skies
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Dissolv'd two Mistes, gave him two victories.
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The Lyon of the Tribe of Leah's Sonne,
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Was in the midst of you, when this was done.
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(Grave Statesmen of Bohemia) which did guide
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You in Election, of so good a Guide,
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And did inspire you to choose him alone,
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Whose power can adde more Lyons to your owne:
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And to this Pythagorian nomber, foure,
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He may have furtherance from sixe Lyons more:
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Lyons like those, with Daniel, in the Den,
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Sparing the good, consuming wicked men:
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And in the field, when you defend your Right,
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A Lyon leades you, then, who dares not Fight?
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This Lyon comes for to protect, with Sword,
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The holy Gospell, Judah's Lyons worde.
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Hus, Luther, Calvin, in your Urnes rejoyce,
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Gods word doth propagate, by Friderick's choyce;
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You are the three, holde up the Word of GOD,
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And Heaven doth joy in you, a number odde:
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Hus (worthy even of Characters of Golde)
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That Gospels truth to you, did first, unfolde,
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Taught him in England, when as there did shine
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A renown'd Starre, Wycliffe that great Divine:
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Whose Scholler Hus was, in Divinitie,
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At Oxford, the whole worlds best Nurcerie:
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And loe, the Truth, that 'mongst you doth remaine,
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A Sonne of Englands comes for to maintaine
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A worthy Hussite, a true Ziska hee,
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(Nurc'd in Religions true integritie)
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Gods foes shall feare, as much, where he doth come,
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As if that Ziska's skin were on his Drum:
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See how the Shavelings poste away, amaine,
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As if that Ziska's Drum were come againe!
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Goe on (brave Prince) goe on, and never Cease,
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Untill thy Warre make a true blessed Peace,
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Promist to thee by happy Auguries
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Unheard of hetherto; A swarme of Bees
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Following thy Armie, in so Colde a time
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As is October, and so colde a Clime,
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Fore-tels us plainely, that, in spight of Hate,
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True Peace, and Plenty shall attend thy State:
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And which more force of argument doth give,
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The Hony-birds, being taken, yet doe live:
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Oh, I could comment all my life, away,
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Upon the Augurie was seene, that day,
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That men by their owne Industry shall thrive,
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Each Souldiers Helmet shall be made a Hive:
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And that each Subject best shall please the King,
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That, to this Hive, doth Waxe and Hony bring:
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And that the King will banish from his Throne,
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As one abhorr'd, the all-consuming Drone;
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And that the world may know, Bohemia's King,
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Hath Hony for his friends, for foes a sting.
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Relate (my Muse) and doe not let me mis,
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Another Augurie, as great as this.
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That day wherein he enterd, First, the Prague,
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(A Citty much infected with the Plague)
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No Christian there, to Death, Deaths due did give,
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Where did three hundred thousand Christians live:
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Which shewes a generall suffrage, all did pray
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(It seemes) that they might live to see that Day.
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And yet a third, no lesse then were those two,
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And more auspicious, if you marke it too,
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For neare that very time (as we may deeme)
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That he was borne, who did the world redeeme,
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The King and Queene sitting to Dine together,
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The Queene rose sodainly and went whether
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The Issue tels, for (Dinner hardly done)
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The Ladyes brought the King a goodly Sonne:
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Whose quicke deliverance, plainly doth declare,
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The Prince made hast to breath Bohemian ayre;
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A welcome dish of Fruit, may shee have such
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Gods plenty, since her Name imports so much.
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Psal: 72.
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Oh God, that hast this glorious worke begun,
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Thy Judgements to the King, give to his Sonne
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Thy righteousnes, and so with equitie
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Hee shall thy people Judge, with Loyaltie
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They him obey, so shall he safely Raigne
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Heere, and in Heaven, a Crowne Eternall gaine.
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