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R210671 THOU Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke downe and see / A Month more shining by Events, than thee; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1173 NOVEMBER. NOVEMBER. Cartwright, William ?-?

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THOU Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke downe and see A Month more shining by Events, than thee; Departed Saints and Soules sign'd it before, But now the living signe it more. Persons and Actions meet, All meant for Joy, But some build up, and some destroy. Bate us That Ushering Curse, so dearly knowne, And then the Month is All our Owne. So, at the first, Darkenesse was throwne about Th' unshapen Earth, and Light was thence strooke out. [1. Day, is All Saints. 2. All Souls.] Draw the first Curtaine, and the Scene is then A Triple State of Cull'd and Trusted men: Men in whose hands 'twas once t' have giv'n us more Then our Bold Fathers Askd before: Who, had they us'd their Prince's Grace, had got What no Armes could, and Theirs will not. What more then Witchcraft did our Blessing Curse, And made the Cure make Evills worse? 'Tis the Third Day; throw in the Black[?] Stone, Marke it for Curs'd, and let it stand Alone. 3. Day, The Assembling of the un- happy Par- liament. [BU]T hold [! speake] gentler things! This Fourth was seene [The] softest [Imag]e of our Beauteous Queene. [Bring] me [a Lambe,] not us'd to Elder Food, [That]ha's as yet more Milke then Blood, That [to the Honou]r of this Early Bride (Like Thetis [jo]ynd to Peleus side,) Some Tender Thing may fall; though none can be So White, so Tender, as is She. Whiles we at home our Little Turfe debate, She spreads our Glories to another State. [4. Day, The Birth of the Princesse MARY.] NEXT view a Treason of the worst Intent, Had not our Owne done more then Strangers meant; Religion is the Thing both sides pretend, But either to a different End: They, out of Zeale, labour to reare their owne, These, out of Zeale, to pull All downe. Blesse Us from These, as Them! But yet compare Those in the Vault, These in the Chayre. Though the just Lot of unsuccessefull sin Fix their's Without, you'l finde worse Heads Within. BUT hearke! What Thunder's that? and who those men [Fly]ing tow'rds Heav'n, but falling downe agen? Whose those Blacke Corps cast on the Guilty Shore? sin, that swimmes to its owne Dore. [12.] Day, [T]he Kings Victory at Brainford.
the Third scourge of Rebells, which allow'd Our Army, like the Prophets Cloud Did from an Handfull rise, Untill at last Their Sky was by it Overcast. But (as Snakes Hisse after th' have lost their Sting) The Traytor call'd This, Treachery in the King. Away, and view the Graces and the Houres Hov'ring aloofe, and dropping mingled Flowres Upon a Cradle, where an Infant lay More Grace, more Goddesse then were they; Thrice did they destine Her to passe the seas (Love made Her Thrice to passe with ease) To raise a strength of Princes first, and then To raise Another strength of Men. Most Fruitfull Queene! we boast Both Gif[t]s, And thus The Day was meant to You, the Joy to Us. 16. Day, The Birth of our gra- cious Q. MARY. Next to this Mother stands a Virgin Queene, Courting and Courted wheresoever seen; The Peoples Love first from Her Troubles grew; Her Raigne then made That Love her Due, That Comely Order, which did then adorne Both Fabricks, now by Facion's torne; That Forme, by her allow'd, of Common Pray'r Is styl'd vaine Beating of the Ayre. How doe th[e]y Honour, how forsake Her Crowne! Her Times are still Cry'd up, but Practis'd Downe. 17. Day, The begin- ning of Q Elizabeths Raigne. Reach last, the Whitest Stone the World yet knew, White as the soule, to whom the Day is due. Sonne of the Peacefull James, how is he blest With All His Blessings, but His Rest! Though undeserved Times call All His Pow'rs, And Troubles season Other Hour's, Le[t] this Day flow to Him as void of Care, As Feasts to Gods, and Poets are: The Wish is Just, O Heavens! As our strife Hath added to His Cares, adde Yee to His Life. 19. Day, The Birth of our gra- cious King CHARLES. And now, since His Large Heart with Hers is met, Whose Day the starres on purpose neare His set. NOVEMBER shall to me forever shine, Red in its Inke, Redder in Wine. And since the Third (which almost hath made shift T' Absolve the Treason of the Fift) Cannot be well Remembred, or Forgot By Loyall Hearts, as if 'twere not; The Las[t] extreame, against the First [we[]'l bring: That gave us Many Tyrants, This a KING.