Ad Geo: Fane: in commemorationem natalitij Reg. Car: 2di
Ad Geo: Fane: in commemorationem natalitij Reg. Car: 2 di in cellula vulgo vocata Le Grotto scriptum vigilium scilicet maij 28 1650 Englisht thus
Under what Planet in what clime
Should he thats master of his time
Improve it better to posess
A dowry of true happines
Than wher my houshould Gods dispell
All cares within the Grotto sell
Wher the free ayre and pure as it
May by two running fountains sit
Which are enough to rouse up witt
Noe place on earth for merth and jest
Can trulier challenge interest
Than underground heer wher ther runns
Fathers full blessings to his sonns
Til gratitude inspiers the mind
To a requiting thankfull kind
And this awakes the future morn
Wheron our noble Charles was born
Wherin loves favour doth appeer
T'have blest this land this twentith year
Hence from the bottles and the hart
Soe many joyous motions start
Whilst as in shades securety
Each one is blest we that enjoy
Soe much of light as may return
Comfort but neither scorch nor burn
From the suns goodnes, and such wind
As may but coole, n'ere prove unkind
By which refresht the active Spel
Rousd up awake from couch or sel
Ascends his brittle throne and thence
With Couler and tast controwles our sence
Heer is noe need of bush of prayse
Nor snow nor Ice that heat alayes
Noe Mirtle, rose, nor oyntment
But 'tis King Ralphs wine yeilds content
And what had been long bottled up
To fill such a rejoycing cup
Better by far then that imparts
Through mixture all the vintners arts
Count twice the time of Troyes distress
And then you'l find his years noe less
Who now writes man and wears that goun
What though his father were put doun
He as successor to the Crown
May with undoubted right increase
His peoples good by bringing peace
Then I'le noe more seek to command
That bottle had layn long in sand
Nor think I doe great matters rayse
Courting my pallet severall wayes
Whilst I neglect not Terrene seas
To bring me wine my tast to pleas
As the Albano of account
And that of Fiascone mount
Verdea and what not to be
My partners at this Jubile
For soe great state 'tis properer
Apollo be my vintner
And the Castalian well my wine
For whilst Solemnety's divine
With a light hart and without odds
I would drink nectar with the Gods.
Under what Planet in what clime
Should he thats master of his time
Improve it better to posess
A dowry of true happines
Than wher my houshould Gods dispell
All cares within the Grotto sell
Wher the free ayre and pure as it
May by two running fountains sit
Which are enough to rouse up witt
Noe place on earth for merth and jest
Can trulier challenge interest
Than underground heer wher ther runns
Fathers full blessings to his sonns
Til gratitude inspiers the mind
To a requiting thankfull kind
And this awakes the future morn
Wheron our noble Charles was born
Wherin loves favour doth appeer
T'have blest this land this twentith year
Hence from the bottles and the hart
Soe many joyous motions start
Whilst as in shades securety
Each one is blest we that enjoy
Soe much of light as may return
Comfort but neither scorch nor burn
From the suns goodnes, and such wind
As may but coole, n'ere prove unkind
By which refresht the active Spel
Rousd up awake from couch or sel
Ascends his brittle throne and thence
With Couler and tast controwles our sence
Heer is noe need of bush of prayse
Nor snow nor Ice that heat alayes
Noe Mirtle, rose, nor oyntment
But 'tis King Ralphs wine yeilds content
And what had been long bottled up
To fill such a rejoycing cup
Better by far then that imparts
Through mixture all the vintners arts
Count twice the time of Troyes distress
And then you'l find his years noe less
Who now writes man and wears that goun
What though his father were put doun
He as successor to the Crown
May with undoubted right increase
His peoples good by bringing peace
Then I'le noe more seek to command
That bottle had layn long in sand
Nor think I doe great matters rayse
Courting my pallet severall wayes
Whilst I neglect not Terrene seas
To bring me wine my tast to pleas
As the Albano of account
And that of Fiascone mount
Verdea and what not to be
My partners at this Jubile
For soe great state 'tis properer
Apollo be my vintner
And the Castalian well my wine
For whilst Solemnety's divine
With a light hart and without odds
I would drink nectar with the Gods.
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