Classic Poem

IN CELEBRATION OF HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY. 1630
1 CLIO
Up public joy, remember
This sixteenth of November,
Some brave uncommon way:
And though the parish steeple
Be silent, to the people
Ring thou it holiday.
2 MEL.

WHAT, though the thrifty tower
And guns there, spare to pour
Their noises forth in thunder:
As fearful to awake
This city, or to shake
Their guarded gates asunder?
3 THAL.

Yet, let trumpets sound;
And cleave both air and ground,
With beating of our drums:
Let every lyre be strung,
Harp, lute, theorbo sprung,
With touch of dainty thumbs!
4 EUT.

That when the choir is full,
The harmony may pull
The angels from their spheres:
And each intelligence
May wish itself a sense,
Whilst it the ditty hears.
5 TERP.

Behold the royal Mary,
The daughter of great Harry!
And sister to just Lewis!
Comes in the pomp, and glory
Of all her brother's story,
And of her father's prowess!
6 ERAT.

She shows so far as above
The fiegned queen of love,
This sea-girt isle upon:
As here no Venus were;
But, that she reigning here,
Had got the Ceston on!
7 CALLI.

See, see our active king
Hath taken twice the ring
Upon his pointed lance:
Whilst all the ravished rout
Do mingle in a shout,
Hey! for the flower of France!
8 URA.

This day the court doth measure
Her joy in state, and pleasure;
And with a reverend fear,
The revels, and the play,
Sum up this crowned day,
Her two and twentieth year!
9 POLY.

Sweet happy Mary! All
The people her do call!
And this the womb divine!
So fruitful and so fair,
Hath brought the land an heir!
And Charles a Caroline!