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The second muse
Of their deare Caledonia, whose soyle
Doth make their kindelie hearts within them boyle,
To view these fields where Martiall men of armes
Great monuments have rear'd, with loud alarmes
Of thundring trumpets, by a hundreth Kings
And seven, one Queen; what auncient Poet sings
The like descent of Princes, who their crowns
And scepters have bestow'd upon their sons
Or neerest kinsmen? Neither is it so
That this continued line had never fo[1]
To interrupt the same, witnesse these standers
That bear the Romane Eagle, great commanders
Of most part of the glob, and cruell Danes
Victorious elsewhere, but not in our plaines,
Pights and old Britans; more than these to tell,
Who in the compasse of this Iland dwell
But, praisde be God, Britaine is now combinde
In faith and truth, one God, one King, one minde.
Let scoffers say that neither wyne nor oyle
(Whose want stay'd conquest) growes within this soyle:[2]
Yet if gold, pearle, or silver better be,
As most men them account, it doth supplee:
Yea things more needfull for mans use it yeelds,
Heards, flocks, and cornes abound heere in our fields,
Wilde beasts in forrests, of all kindes in plentie,
Rare fowls, fruits, fishes, and what else is daintie;
Perpetuall fire; to speak it in a word,
The like no where is found, it doth afford.
Thus providence divine hath it ordained,
That humane commerce may be intertained,
Doth make their kindelie hearts within them boyle,
To view these fields where Martiall men of armes
Great monuments have rear'd, with loud alarmes
Of thundring trumpets, by a hundreth Kings
And seven, one Queen; what auncient Poet sings
The like descent of Princes, who their crowns
And scepters have bestow'd upon their sons
Or neerest kinsmen? Neither is it so
That this continued line had never fo[1]
To interrupt the same, witnesse these standers
That bear the Romane Eagle, great commanders
Of most part of the glob, and cruell Danes
Victorious elsewhere, but not in our plaines,
Pights and old Britans; more than these to tell,
Who in the compasse of this Iland dwell
But, praisde be God, Britaine is now combinde
In faith and truth, one God, one King, one minde.
Let scoffers say that neither wyne nor oyle
(Whose want stay'd conquest) growes within this soyle:[2]
Yet if gold, pearle, or silver better be,
As most men them account, it doth supplee:
Yea things more needfull for mans use it yeelds,
Heards, flocks, and cornes abound heere in our fields,
Wilde beasts in forrests, of all kindes in plentie,
Rare fowls, fruits, fishes, and what else is daintie;
Perpetuall fire; to speak it in a word,
The like no where is found, it doth afford.
Thus providence divine hath it ordained,
That humane commerce may be intertained,