To the Right Vertuous, and Hono- rable,the Lord and Lady HAYES |
Hould I presume to separate you now, That were so lately ioyn'de by holy vow? For whome this golden dreame which I report, Begot so many waking eyes at Court, And for whose grace so many nobles chang'd, Their names and habites from themselues estrang'd? Accept together, and together view This little worke which all belongs to you, And liue together many blessed dayes, To propagate the honour'd name of HAYES. |
Epigramma. |
aredem (vt spes est) pariet noua nupta Scot'Anglum, Quem gignet post hac ille, Britannus erit, Sicnoua posteritas ex regnis orta duobus, Vtrinquè egregios nobilitabit auos. |
1 Lord Walden. | ||
2 Sir Thomas Howard. | ||
3 Sir Henrie Carey, Master of the Iewell house. | ||
4 Sir Richard Preston, | \ | Gent. of the K. priuie Chamber. |
5 Sir Iohn Ashley, | / | |
6 Sir Thomas Iarret Pentioner | ||
7 Sir Iohn Digby, one of the Kings Caruers. | ||
8 Sir Thomas Badger, Master of the Kings Hariers. | ||
9 Maister Goringe. |
Song. |
Ow hath Flora rob'd her bowers To befrend this place with flowers; Strowe aboute, strowe aboute, The Skye rayn'd neuer kindlyer Showers. Flowers with Bridalls well agree, Fresh as Brides, and Bridgromes be, Strowe aboute, strowe aboute, And mixe them with fit melodie. Earth hath no Princelier flowers Then Roses white, and Roses red, But they must still be mingled. And as a Rose new pluckt from Venus thorne So doth a Bride her Bride groomes bed adorne. Diuers diuers Flowers affect For some priuate deare respect, Strowe about, strow about, Let euery one his owne protect. But hees none of Floras friend That will not the Rose commend. Strow about, strow about, Let Princes Princely flowers defend. Roses the Gardens pride, Are flowers for loue, and flowers for Kinges, In courts desir'd, and Weddings. And as a Rose in Venus bosome worne, So doth a Bridegroome his Brides bed adorne. |
Flora |
Lowers and good wishes Flora doth present, Sweete flowers the ceremonious ornament |
Of maiden mariage, Beautie figuring, And blooming youth, which though we careles fling About this sacred place, let none prophane Thinke that these fruits from common hils are tane, Or Vulgar vallies which do subject lie To winters wrath, and cold mortalitie. But these are hallowed and immortall flowers With Floras hands gather'd from Floras bowres. Such are her presents, endles, as her loue, And such for euer may this nights ioy proue. |