Though thou hast passed thy summer-standing, stay
Awhile with us, bright sun, and help our light
Thou canst not meet more glory on the way,
Between the tropics, to arrest thy sight,
Than thou shalt
see today :
We woo thee stay ;
And see what
can be seen,
The bounty of a king, and beauty of his queen.
See the procession ! what a holy day,
Bearing the promise of some better fate,
Hath filled, with caroches, all the way,
From Greenwich hither to Rowhampton gate !
the year, at best,
So like a feast ;
Or were affairs
By all the spheres consent, so in the heart of June ?
What beauty of beauties, and bright youths at charge
Of summer's liveries, and gladding green,
Do boast their loves and braveries so at large,
As they came all to see, and to be seen!
the earth so fine,
Or so did shine,
In all her bloom
To welcome home a pair, and deck the nuptial bower ?
It is the kindly season of the time,
The month of youth, which calls all creatures
To do their offices in nature's chime,
And celebrate, perfection at the worth,
end of life,
That holy strife,
And the allowed
Through which not only we, but all our species are.
Hark how the bells upon the waters play
Their sister-tunes from Thames his either
As they had learn'd new changes for the day,
And all did ring the approaches of the bride
The Lady FRANCES
Above the rest
Of all the maidens
In graceful ornament of garland, gems, and hair.
See how she paceth forth in virgin-white,
Like what she is, the daughter of a duke,
And sister ; darting forth a dazzling light
On all that come her simplesse to rebuke !
trim her back,
As she did lack
Nought of a
With modesty so crown'd, and adoration seen.
Stay, thou wilt see what rites the virgins do,
The choicest virgin-troop of all the land
Porting the ensigns of united two,
Both crowns and kingdoms in their either hand
To make more clear
than can the day,
Although that thou, O sun, at our entreaty stay !
See how with roses, and with lilies shine,
Lilies and roses, flowers of either
The bright bride's paths, embellish'd more than thine,
With light of love this pair doth intertex
Stay, see the
Where she shall go,
of their way. —
O, now thou smil'st, fair sun, and shin'st, as thou wouldst stay !
With what full hands, and in how plenteous showers,
Have they bedew'd the earth, where she doth
As if her airy steps did spring the flowers,
And all the ground were garden where she led
See, at another
On the same floor,
meets the bride
With all the pomp of youth, and all our court beside !
Our court, and all the grandees ! now, sun, look,
And looking with thy best inquiry, tell,
In all the age of journals thou hast took,
Saw'st thou that pair became these rites so
Save the preceding
Who, in all they do,
and thou wilt find
They are the exampled pair, and mirror of their kind.
Force from the Phoenix, then, no rarity
Of sex, to rob the creature ; but from man,
The king of creatures, take his parity
With angels, muse, to speak these :
Who the whole
act express ;
All else, we see beside, are shadows, and go less.
It is their grace and favor that makes seen,
And wonder'd at the bounties of this day ;
All is a story of the king and queen :
And what of dignity and honor may
Be duly done
Whom they have chose,
And set the
To give a greater name and title to ! their own !
WESTON, their treasure, as their treasurer,
That mine of wisdom, and of counsels deep,
Great say-master of state, who cannot err,
But doth his caract, and just standard keep,
In all the prov'd
And legal ways
Of trials, to
Men's love unto the laws, and laws to love the crown.
And this well mov'd the judgement of the king
To pay with honors to his noble son
To-day, the father's service ; who could bring
Him up, to do the same himself had done :
That far all-seeing
Could soon espy
What kind of
He had so highly set ; and in what Barbican.
Stand there ; for when a noble nature's rais'd,
It brings friends joy, foes grief, posterity
In him the times, no less than prince, are prais'd,
And by his rise, in active men, his name
To the dull a spur
It is, to the
A mere upbraiding grief, and torturing punishment.
See now the chapel opens, where the king
And bishop stay to consummate the rites ;
The holy prelate prays, then takes the ring,
Asks first, who gives her ? —
I, CHARLES — then he plights
One in the other's
Whilst they both stand
charge, and then
The solemn choir cries, Joy ! and they return, Amen !
O happy bands ! and thou more happy place,
Which to this use wert built and consecrate !
To have thy God to bless, thy king to grace,
And this their chosen bishop celebrate,
the nuptial knot,
Which time shall not,
With all corroding arts, be able to untie !
The chapel empties, and thou mayst be gone
Now, sun, and post away the rest of day :
These two, now holy church hath made them one,
Do long to make themselves so, another way
is a feast behind,
To them of kind,
their glad parents taught
One to the other, long ere these to light were brought.
Haste, haste, officious sun, and send them night
Some hours before it should, that these may
All that their fathers and their mothers might
Of nuptial sweets, at such a season, owe,
And keep their fames
which else would die ;
For fame keeps virtue up, and it posterity.
The ignoble never lived, they were awhile
Like swine or other cattle here on earth :
Their names are not recorded on the file
Of life, that fall so ; Christians know
and such a race,
We pray may grace,
But dare not ask our wish in language Fescennine.
Yet, as we may, we will — with chaste desires,
The holy perfumes of the marriage-bed,
Be kept alive, those sweet and sacred fires
Of love between you and your lovely-head !
you both are old,
You find no cold
; but renewed, say,
After the last child born, This is our wedding day.
Till you behold a race to fill your hall,
A Richard, and a Hierome, by their names
Upon a Thomas, or a Francis call ;
A Kate, a Frank, to honor their grand-dames,
their grandsires' thighs,
Like pretty spies,
a gem ; to see
How each one plays his part, of the large pedigree !
And never may there want one of the stem,
To be a watchful servant for this state ;
But like an arm of eminence 'mongst them,
Extend a reaching virtue early and late !
the main tree still found
Upright and sound,
sun's noonsted's made
So great ; his body now alone projects the shade.
They both are slipp'd to bed ; shut fast the door,
And let him freely gather love's first-fruits.
He's master of the office ; yet no more
Exacts than she is pleased to pay :
murmurs, or delay,
Will last till day ;
Night and the
sheets will show
The longing couple all that elder lovers know.