CORONA MINERVAE. OR A MASQVE Presented before Prince CHARLES HIS HIGHNESSE, The Duke of Yorke his Brother, and the Lady Mary his Sister, the 27 th of February, at the Colledge of the MVSEUM MINERVAE.

LONDON, Printed for WILLIAM SHEARES. 1635.

Corona Minervae. A Masque PRESENTED BEFORE Prince CHARLES his Highnesse, The Duke of YORKE his Brother, And the Lady MARY his Sister, the 27 th. of February, at the Colledge of the Museum Minervae.

A Curtaine being dravvne, there is discovered a Fron­tispice, wheron the Image of Minerva is seene sitting upon a stone, placed be­tvveene tvvo Returnes of a broken Arch, supported by tvvo Brasse sta­tues of Mars, and Mercury, standing in nee­ches of Corinthian Worke: Vnder, vvithin [Page]a Prospective is seene, a pav'd Gallery invi­roned on either side and terminated vvith Dorike Columnes, vvhich flying avvay, Minerva presents her selfe attired in her pro­per Habit.

Over the Entrance in a Square was Written

‘Corona Minervae.’

Minerva.
WHat rare unvaliew'd Iewels are here sent,
As if the Gods themselves striv'd to present
Minerva with their choicest Gems, & Grace
Her cabinet, as yet too meane a place
To hold such Deities, who more adorne
This presence, than the rosie finger'd Morne
(Guiding the East for the uprising Sun)
Doth beautifie his Carre, ready to run
His daily Circle round. It hath been sayd,
The Friends and Servants of the Iove-borne Mayd
Are poore, except those, whom Bellonas hand
Enrols for Souldiers of Mars warlike band,
Who sometimes want their pay too: But now see
A treasure here deposited with mee,
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Out-valuing all the Riches of the Earth;
Three Pledges of sweet Peace, whose happy Birth
Blesseth this present Age, and Crown's it so,
That former Ages past, could they but know
How fortunate this is, they all would mourne
They past so soone, or else would backe returne,
To see an Age, wherein both Armes and Arts
Flourish at height, and both share equall parts.
Time enters here to Minerva in a Party coloured Robe halfe White, halfe Blacke, fringed with Silver, with one wing of a Swan, another of a Batt.
Time.
Great Mistrisse of both Armes and Arts, 'tis true,
Your exploration of their praises due,
They are the Blessings, which the Ages past
Fell ignorant, and unworthy-of to taste.
And I old Time, that of those Ages saw
The first, and last, till now could never draw
Ayre, that so pleas'd mee, as in this blest Clime,
That Crown's with Youth the old-old head of Time.
All breath's Panchaian here: nay onely this
Is the cleare Westerne that Favonian is,
Perpetuall Spring creating. Gods heere
Your two-fold Discipline, in which you were
So late distracted by the world's neglect,
Shall re-assume it's ancient faire respect.
Minerva.

Time, you speake comfort to mee.

Time.
And no more
Than my glad Daughter Truth is spreading o're
This happy Monarchy, whose supreame head
(In highest Heaven his name is registred)
By Pow'r and Wisdome, will the use advance
Of Armes and Arts, above dispight and chance.
Minerva.

Time, thou hast made mee happy.

Time.
No, 'tis hee
That hath felicitated you and mee,
Who hath already by defensive Armes,
Beate backe the boasts, that were intended harmes,
Which Industry is crowned with a peace,
That daily will bring forth the Arts increase;
You may observe th' assurance of it here
In these, who he is pleas'd (to grace your Spheare)
Should leave their owne; each an illustrious gem,
Proper to his Imperiall Diadem;
I could with Ioy and wonder dwell an age
Vnder their smiles; from an old man, turne Page
To waite upon their persons: breake my Glasse,
And pick up sand by sand, ere I would passe
From their divine aspects; use all delay
Had not the Fates decreed Time must away.
Minerva.
But not so fast, good Time, your haste may make
Their Graces leave me too.
Time.
Ile undertake,
Sacred Minerva, they will not, but grace
You and your Arts, whilst there is time and place,
Yet ere I goe, for I must stay a while
In this faire presence, and my haste beguile
With a report of an unlook't for crew,
Comming to see your Princely guests and you.
Minerva.

Time, what are they?

Time.
The seasons of the yeare
Having discover'd the convention here,
All equally possest with an ambition,
To see and to be seene without commission
From me, or from the Moneths, or powerfull Sol,
That wont is to infranchise, or controle
Them at his pleasure, now are altogether
Broke loose, and fill'd with gladnesse, posting hither.
Cold Winter stretching out his cramp'd up nerves,
Strives to out-strip the Iolly Spring, who serves
Sommer the like, and with her nimble feet
Runs through her heat, till they with Autumne meet;
At last, they all conjoyn'd come on their way,
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Like the whole yeere contracted in this day,
Each season hath a severall present too,
In which they strive each other to out-do,
As if by generall warrant from their Fate,
They all were alwayes to attend this State.
Minerva.

'Tis welcome newes.

A Confusion is here heard of severall voyces of Birds, and Beasts, such as are peculiar to every season.
Againe here severall noyses and voyces are heard confusedly of Birds and Beasts, as exactly performed to the life, that no man could distinguish them.
Vpon which,
Time.
Harke, they are all at hand,
And all their Heraulds, both by ayre and land,
The Birds and Beasts of every season met,
In a most singular discord; harke how they set
Throat against throat; the Wren and Red-brest swel
To be above the Larke and Philomell.
The Cuckow with the Howlet strives, and now
The bleating Lamb joyes 'gainst the lowing Cow,
All in confusion, and so shall you see,
Will the contention of the Seasons be,
Till I be stickler. See they come, standby.
Here enter the foure Seasons rushing in, Winter, Spring pulling him backe, Spring, Sommer, Autume, and Winter striving for precedence.
Springs habit was of greene Taffata, fringed with silver; and figured with flowers, a Chaplet of severall flowers upon her head.
Spring.

VVinter, keepe backe, I claime priority.

Winter in a long Gowne of freeze, his haire and beard all made of Icicles, a Garland of Hollies and Ivie intwin'd upon his head.
Winter.
No wanton Girle, I must have first accesse,
My age and honour can require no lesse.
Sommer in a straw coloured Robe of Taffata, with a Garland of Corne-flowers, and blew Bottles upon his head.
Sommer.

I claime it from you both.

Autumne his garment of Peuke-colour, a pruning knife in his hand, as a Vintiger, a Chaplet of Grapes and Damo­sens upon his head.
Autumne.
Why, Summer you?
The place to Autumne properly is due.
Spring.
How can that be? Looke into every race,
Doe you not find, that Youth takes the first place.
Was not the whole world young before 'twas old?
Winter.
And what of that, proud girle? thy reason's cold,
Colder than is my Frost. Did not the Spring
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Of the old world rise from an elder thing,
What else was Chaos? hah?
Spring.

I mind not that.

Winter.

Fond Lass, thou mind'st, say'st, do'st, thou know'st not what.

Sommer.
I doe: for Sommers strength is at full growth,
Like middle age in man.
Antumne.
I would be loath
To give the knowledge of declining Age
Which Autumne shadowes, for the Sommers rage.
Winter.
Y'are all against mee, and yet it doth appeare,
None is anothers Friend.
Spring.
Yet to the yeare
Wee all doe gratefull Service, thou do'st none.
Winter.

I would heare that.

Spring.
In mee the Spring, 'tis knowne,
The Grass, the Grain, the Leafe, the Flow'r, the Fruit,
The Birds that sing, the Beasts, the Fishes mute
Take their beginnings.
Sommer.
Make no tedious tale,
You begin well, I ripe and perfect all.
Spring.
In that you wrong mee Sommer: For you doe
Out of my hands take Worke and Credit too.
Sommer.
I wrong not you so much as Autumne mee;
For hee gets all the Crop from me and thee.
Autumne.
But all the store I gather for the yeare,
Winter devours, or spoyles.
Winter.
Pray Sirs forbeare,
You increase all, you ripen all you say,
You gather all, I spend all, and best may.
I am the carefull Husband of the Earth,
That gives her comforts after every Birth,
In which you weare her out, or bring her low
Past hope, that from her teeming womb should grow
Ever more timely Fruits: I kindly then
(That shee may live and propagate agen)
Quench her feint thirst with plenteous showrs of rain
Wherewith I fill her veines, and drowne her paine.
Then having made her bed as soft below,
I cover her with Swan downe, you call Snow,
Which keepes her warme, so lay I her to rest:
And for her lying-in make many a Feast
Of her late store, for mortals that doe pray
To see her blithe againe another day.
Spring.

Which day would never come, wer't not with mee.

VVinter.

Nor thou with it, did not I set her free.

Sommer.

This strife will grow unto an endlesse fit.

Autumne.

Would wee had Time here to determine it.

Time.
Time is at hand, who gives an instant charge
Distinctly, that each one of you enlarge
Himselfe by practise, shew what you can doe,
Before the Presence you aspire unto.
What Presents, or what Pastimes you have brought
To please these Glories, whom all you have sought
T'endeere your service to.
All Foure.

I have the best.

Here e­very one of­fered Bas­kets of fresh Fruits and Flowres.
Time.
Nay one at once, for whilst you all contest
Each to be first, you but confusion make;
Let Time then governe you, for order sake:
Seasons, I promise you both first and last,
And all shall equally their favours taste.
All foure.

Wee all obey.

Time.
Then thus I order yee,
Out of your discord to raise harmonie,
Presents y'have brought I see of fruits, and flowers,
Leave them with me; whilst from their Caves and Bowers,
Each season summon forth & here advance
A paire of his attendance in a dance,
To move delight.
All foure.

Immediately 'tis done.

Here as Time speaketh, the Seasons go off. First, Spring, then Sommer, Autumne next, and last Winter, and immediately, as they depart, the severall voyces are heard distinctly, and in order according to the words of Time.
Time.
First Spring lead you the way, then ev'ry one
In order follow, let your Heraulds sound
Each to his season, as the yeare goes round:
The Spring begins her part already, harke!
The evening Lambe, and morning early Larke
Lead her her way, the merry Cuckow too
Busie in's office; Sommer, now goe you,
Now marke the Ioy the Fawne & Swallow takes,
Of which there's more then one a Sommer makes,
To welcome her; now Autumne take your turne,
Lest Sommers too long raigne your Harvest burne:
The Thrush now chaunts her notes at his approach,
And the glad Bore-pig having scap'd the broach
At the last Faire, runs wild about to taste
The scatter'd graine, and the sweet fatting maste.
Now follow Winter whilst your Robin sings,
Over the halfe dead earth, to wake the Springs,
In her cold veines, hearke how the hoarse growne Cow
Low's for her fodder, and to whit to whow
Madge Howlet cryes, for cold she'as in her feet,
But other musicke now for Dauncers meet.
Here enter to dance, Emblem of the Spring. a Frog followed by a Fisher-man. To them, Of the Som­mer. a Sheepsherer leading a Ram. To them, Of the Au­tumne. a Drunken Butcher holding a Pig by the taile. Of Winter. To them a Chimney-sweeper and a Cat. All to severall straines of agreeing musicke. At length all being entred, they joyne in a Dance. The Dance ended.
Time.
Creatures be gone, and let your Muses meet
With fluent numbers, and harmonious sweet
Voyces, to sing, of all their presents here
The worth and rarity, and let the neere
Adjoyning Woods, Rocks, Vallies, Caues, and Hils
Resound their ecchoing helpes to grace their skils,
While I their severall presents over-view,
The Spring brings here all that is rare, and new,
Of early flowers and fruits, such as to name
In other seasons might beget a blame,
For longing Ladies sakes. The Sommer brings
Gifts no lesse dainty, for her offrings;
So Autumne, and so Winter, so all beare
At once, the rarities of all the yeare.
Yet let not my dull talke attempt to wrong,
T'anticipate the Subject of their Song,
But let the woods, rocks, &c.
Here are sung the severall Songs by severall voices, with Symphanies betwixt, and a Chorus: during which, Time peruseth the severall presents, as he discovers them orderly: All which are exprest in the Song.

The Seasons Song.

Spring.
Those Flow'rs your Infancie did crowne,
Spring doth againe to you resigne,
Which now are yours, no more her owne,
The Prim-rose, and sweet Eglantine,
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The Daisie, Pinck, and Violet blew,
All which receiv'd their sents from you.
May Blossomes now shall never fade,
You have May everlasting made.
Chorus.
All hearts rejoyce, which now behold
Againe the happy Age of Gold.
For Time to us hath brought far more
True joyes, then fain'd were heretofore.
Three Royall Blossomes to us hee doth bring,
Whose lookes and sweetnesse, make eternall Spring.
May Cherries plasht up to the wall,
The Dew-berries, that in valleyes growes,
Kept in your lips, shall never fall,
The Lady Grasse, and the Muske Rose,
Which were your Mantle swathing band
You make yet florish freshly, and
Sweet Fennell, for Court flatterers fit
Lives under you, you above it.
Chorus.
All hearts rejoyce, &c.
Sommer.
To keepe the Sommers heat away,
Which Earth from the young Sun receives.
The Elme, the Siccamore, and Bay
Still shade you with their lasting Leaves.
The Lillies, and the Damaske Rose,
The sheets and bed, when you repose,
More white, more sweet, more soft have bin
Since they did touch your whiter skin.
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To sleepe when your faire eyes incline,
Hiding from Men their dearest light,
Let hearts ease, Flow'rs of Iessamine,
And Rose-marie your couches dight.
The holy Thistle downe shall fill
Your Pillowes, Boulsters, and untill
You rise like Gemini, arme in arme,
Levander cotten keepe you warme.
Chorus.
All hearts rejoyce, &c.
Autumne.
Rising from Beds of Iuly flow'rs
With Hyacinthus, and Narcissus spred
Into your lap Autumnus pow'rs,
The Mul-berries, and Raspis red,
Pomona in her Basket beares
Apricocks, and Bon Christian Peares.
And Bacchus forth his hand will reach
To pluck the Damson, Fig, and Peach.
And for digestion, Candian wines
Will skinke out of his Indian gourd
Mellecottones, and Nectarines
Hee brings you from his mellow hoord,
That you shall wish, while you them taste,
Autumne and Spring may ever last:
Or, that, except them two, there were
No other Seasons of the yeare.
Chorus.
All hearts rejoyce, &c.
Winter.
Cold Winter brings to crowne your Age
Many happy yeares are told.
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The Mirtle, Savory, and Sage,
The semper viva, never old,
To Crowne your high victorious browes
Greene lawrell Garlands, Arbute boughes
With Palmes, and Olives, whose increase
Are emblems of your lasting peace.
Nor is cold winter yet at all
Lesse frolicke, then the wanton Spring:
The Robin red Brest in the Hall
Picking up crummes at Christmas sing
When winds blow cold, and wayes be fowle
In Barnes, and sheepe coats sits the Owle,
Whose note the husbandman delights
When as shee h [...]ots in frosty nights.
Chorus.
All harts, &c.
The Songs being ended.
Minerva.
Here is dis­covered the Temple of Mi­nerva suppor­ted upon Do­ricke columnes standing in a grove, before the Temple gate an anticke Greeke Altar whereon was a Crowne placed.
SEasons I thanke you, that have all so well
Striv'd by your loves each others to excell
In honour of these Princes. Now by you,
Time, let my service be presented too.
Time.
TIme takes your charge, and swiftly will declare
What the devotions of Minerva are.
To you great Prince, and to each blessed Bud
Of the same Royall Stocke, and link'd in bloud
With you, Minerva gratefully imparts
Full knowledge, and true use of Armes, Arts,
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And that shee, bound unto this gratitude
I by fames Trumpet will make understood
Her reason through the VVorld, for thus shee sayes,
Whereas of old shee was sole patronesse
Of Armes, and Arts, and former ages through
Had reverence, and adoration due
To her divinitie; shee by blind chance
Hath beene of late, and blinder ignorance
Rudely oppos'd, opprest, and lastly throwne
By violence from her proper mansion
Altars, and Temples, that were dedicate
To her of old, are now laied ruinate,
And shee forlorne to give the World a view
Was all to seeke of house, and patron too,
Labouring with that distresse, unto this Ile
More gratious made by the most gratious smile
Of its most royall Soveraigne, then the day
In other Lands, by Phoebus brightest ray,
She bent her course, and here shee was receiv'd
By the most gratious, bounteous King releiv'd,
Planted, and raisd to a magnificke State,
Above the reach of her malignant Fate:
For which unequall grace, shee can no lesse
Here a cupid descending with a light in his hand shevves unto the Prince a Crowne, which is placed on Minerva's Al­tar, and reser­ved by her for his highnes.
Then yeeld her selfe to be his votaresse,
Of all her gifts devoting the renowne
A due addition to his fourefold Crowne.
In pledge whereof, first branch of that faire stem,
High Prince, here is a Royall diadem
Brought from her old, here to her Athens new
By your propitious Fate reserv'd for you
Vpon Minerva's Altar, 'tis noe slight
Or fabulous thing that Time shall now recite;
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Hippocrates di­vinanatura pre­ditus nonus a Chrisamide Re­ge, decimus et octavus ab AEs­culapio. Vige­simus a looe ex Patre Hera­clida, ex matre Paxithea Phae­naretes silia ex familia He a­clidarum, quare ex utroque se. mine a Diis or­tum habet di­vinus Hippocra­tes, ut qui a patre quidem Asclepiades est, a matre Hera­clides. didicit artātuma Patre Heraclidatū ab avo Hippocrate & proinde iu­st [...]ssime, in mul­tis terrae locis divinos honores etiam ipse c [...]n­sequutus est, et tisdem do­nariis cum Her­cule et AEscula pioab Atheniensi bus dignu [...] fact­us est. paetus in epistola ad Re­gem Regum Magnum Artaxerxem. Heraclidae erant Gigantes, in oratione Thessaliad A­thenienses. Hippocrates genere et arte conjunctus est Aes­culapio, hic vero Herculis est ex fratre nepos. in Epistola senatus Populique Abde­ritarum.
Tis found in my records' mongst ancient rules
That were observed in Minervas Schooles
That those of Physicke were not held the least
But rather most Divine of all the rest,
And that of old Physitians had relation
Mongst Princes, and the gods, and adoration
Given to their person, and their memories.
Then shin'd Minerva's Altar, when her wise
Athenians there, to adde his renowne,
Gave Hercules an Aesculapian Crowne:
And after him, when by the same decree
Great skil'd Hippocrates upon his knee
Receiv'd the like, and was sent crowned thence
Physitians, and Philosophers, high Prince,
This Crowne still reserves in store
Great Sir, to adde unto your future fowre.
To this, as to the rest, y'are Princely heire
Prince of Physitians borne your titles faire
And I finde it ( Time shall doe noe wrong)
In rendring truth, though his discourse be long.
In Florence the first Dukes to crowne the name
Of Cosmus, who most piously became
Patron of christian cures successively,
Were (the Physitians art to dignifie)
Through many raignes calld Cosmus, latter daies
Have crow'nd the Medici with flourishing Baies,
All of them still imploying, that they are
Patrons of all Physitians regulare:
And from the illustrious Florence Medici
You draw a line from France to Britanie
Twas first the honour of the Florence Crowne
To take its faire denomination
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From physicks Art, and that but rationall
In France to physicke supernaturall.
That titles linckt, and both in one brought ore
Met the miraculous cure was here before
In the thrice happy England, soe you are
By vertue of descent apparant heire
To the Physitians crowne, who both inherit
Of rationall, and miraculous cures the spirit.
That those of physicke. Hip­pocrates divina natura praeditus est, nonus quidem a Crisamide Rege: &c, Hippocrates is indowed with a Divine Nature the ninth truly by de [...]cent from King Crisamides, the eightteenth from Esculapius, the twentith from Iupiter: by his mother Praxithea the daughter of Phaenaretes. he is of the family of the Heraclides, by his father an Asclepiad, so that by both his parents divine Hippocrates hath his off-spring from the gods, & for his Art most iustly hath in many places of the earth obtayned divine honors & with Hercules & Esculapius, hee hath by the Athenians bin made worthy of the same gifts &c: Petus Proconsull in his Epistle to the great King of Kings Artaxerxes.
For which, and for the favours done to her
Minerva must on you this Crowne conferre.
Minerva.
Here the mu­sicke sounds for the dance of the 4. Nations of England Scotland, France and Ireland.
TIme while you strive to shew my gratitude
I feare you are thought tedious if not rude
To presse soe farre. But harke this Musicke saies
Each Nation, that subjectingly obeyes
Their Majesties, and you are come to show
With nimble feete the duty, that they owe
Visum est, ac decretum sena­tui & populo Atheniensium ut gratiam con­dignam Hippo­crati pro bene­factis referat, ipsum publicè magnis mysteriis initiare quemad­modum Hercu­lem f [...]ium lovis, & Coronare ipsum Corona aurea mille anreorum, et ipsam Coronam quatriis magnis Minerva festis, in Gertamine gymnico per praeconem pro­clamare. in Decreto Atheni, ensium. Ab initio Dei unde genus no­strum esse glori­amur Aes [...]ula­pius et Hercules in hominum u­tilitatem prog­natisunt. Et ho [...] proptervirtutem quam exercue­runt, omnes de [...] ­rumloco habent Oratio Thèssali ad Athenienses.
All in their kinde t'expresse their skill in dance.
Glad England first, blith Scotland, sprightly France
And civiliz'd Ireland shall in order trace
And doe their best to gaine a greater grace.
Enter the Dancers who having ended their dance Minerva speakes to the Princes.
Minerva.
NOw Princely ones may't please you to advance
And your aspects on fresher objects glance
Of Armes, and Arts.
Time.
Pray you be pleas'd to walke
and pardon Time, old folks are full of talke.
The Prince, and the rest are here conducted by Minerva, and Time towards the Chamber of Arts, and Armes, by the way Minerva turning to the Prince speakes.
Minerva.
GReat Britaines Prince, since that your innate love
To learning doth soe soone your highnes move
To view Minerva's mansion, and to be
Admitted one of hers. Behold, and see
How I begin (out of a tender care
Complying with your yeeres) bookes to prepare
Fit for your studies, now from which by sense
You may extract the sweetest quintessence
Ego nunc cum mea sobole, ole­aeramulis coro­notus ad Mi­neruae aram supplex consisto. Oratio Hippo­cratis ad aram consistentis Coro. illa aurea investrotheatro i [...] posita ad sum. ām aemulationē ­ac felicitatem patrem meum evexit: sed et hoc beneficium superastis, dum et patrem et me publicè Cereris et Proserpinae mysteriis ac sa­cris initiastis. Thessalus in ora [...]. ad Athenienses. Thessalus filius Hippocratis au­rea corona coro­natus ab Athe­niensibus Theodoret.
Had by allusion to each Authours name
To sweeten learnings roote soe as the same
To others bitter might prove sweete to you
Then freely taste, and tasting cast your view
Vpon each Authours name, whereby you may
Be more acquainted with them day by day.
And, as your better part shall shine more cleare
I'le from themselves still make you better cheare.
The Princes, and the rest being entred.
Time.
HOw now, what mystery is this?
How dare you use the Prince thus, schoole-mistris?
Are th'armes, and arts you promis'd to his view
To be pick't out of bookes? This is a new
And a course way of entertainment too.
A banquet had ben fitter.
Minerva.
Such is this
TIme, if you knew but what sweete learning is
Compos'd in these plaine bookes, your selfe would say
Both for delight, and health his Highnes may
Not onely taste, but as his meat devoure them,
And soe become a Helluo librorum.
Time.
YEt by your learned leave, Minerva, let
Before his taster here the bookes be set
What Authour's this? pray let us here begin
Suetonius saies his out side: but within
All sweet meats. Oh sweete Suetonius!
What's his next neighbour? Aulus Gellius,
All gellies, as I am true Time. What lurkes
Here in this volume? Tis Frier Bacons workes
Most sweetely interlarded. And here's Cato
In bisket cakes, and sugar plates in Plato.
Erasmus full of preserv'd Raspices,
Delicate Authors all. Now what are these
Damesins in Damascenus, and preserv'd
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Lemons here in Levinus Lemnius serv'd.
Aples in Apuleius. All's good cheere.
But stay Minerva, what good drinke ha'ye here
To wash it downe? oh here I see are brought
Nine Amphora's of glasse; in each a draught
Of severall waters, sent from severall wells
And fountaines, where the sacred Muses dwelles,
As their nine names, which are inscrib'd thereon
Doe plainely show. See first from Helicon
Clio a cleare immortall liquour sends,
Vrania Eridanus commends,
Thalia of Ionian pleasant streames
A drinke hath sent. The auncient Poets Theames
Bacchus Minervas botle-man did bring
This sweetest Nectar from the Thespian spring,
A present from Erato: this pure cleane
Fresh water seemes to come from Hippocrene
Euterpe's gift: and here, and please you, sip ye
Of the cleare brooke, that runnes from Aganippe,
Sent by Melpomene, so of the rest,
Whose liquours come to dignifie the feast,
So may you eate, and drinke, and carry more
Of learning hence then Pallas keepes in store.
The banquet being ended Minerva turning to the Prince speakes for a conclusion thus.
Minerva.
NOw (royall Prince) with thankes let Pallas say;
Sh'has by your brightnesse had a glorious day:
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But you declining your Phoebean light
Will leave her shrouded in perpetuall night,
Vnlesse to show [...] y'are pleas'd you leave for grace
A smile, which may illuminate the place.
So shall Minerva give a glad adieu
Withall her Atmes, and Arts to wait on you.
For the Banquet were provided litle Angels holding Candles to give light unto the Princes: which hung in the aire could no way be discerned.
The Banquet which Minerva gave was inclosed in Ar­tificiall bookes, so handsomely made that no man could know but that they were very bookes indeed, disposed and placed according to their severall volumnes: betweene which by these nine severall amphoras of Glasse were placed, full of 9 seve­rall sorts of Wines as sent from the 9 Muses.
The Authors that Minerva shewed the Princes were many, but the first that fell into the Princes hands were these, which follow named: and in the frontispeece of them were found these Verses following.
In Suetonius these
MY title is Suetonius, but within
A history of sweete meates doth begin,
Which so may please (Illustrious Prince) your taste
As your life may all Caesars Acts out last.
Aulus Gellius.
LEt the lampe wasting student, who delights
In reading Aulus Gellius Attike nights,
Make himselfe pale: here for a Courtiers wit
Is nourishing strong gelly much more fit.
Frier Bacons workes.
Frier Bacons workes my inside well may be
Now Conjur'd into Collops: and yet see
There is no Puritane but would desire
Like to the devill to devoure this Frier.
Lucius Florus.
See Lucius Florus from his history
Renders you nothing but a Prophecy
Vpon your flower deluces, which he sayes
Shall grace your crowne bove all his Emperours bayes.
Levinus Lemnius de occultis naturae miraculis.
IF for Levinus Lemnius you doe finde
Dried canded Lemons, or a Citron rinde,
Heere soone read over: for at once you looke
On all the hidden secrets of his booke.
Apuleius.
NOt Apuleius golden Asses story
(Glory of Princes) here is set before ye:
But golden apples of the Hesperides
Are brought your taste, as well as sight to please.
Quintus Curtius.
MY outside's Quinius Curtius (gratious Princes)
But see within my leaves are curious Quinces
This transposition well excused may be:
Bookes and their titles doe not still agree.
Origen.
IF (curious reader) you desire to know,
Why the inside and the title differ so:
As Origen and Orang, make no doubt,
The Anagram's within of what's without.
Damascenus.
OLd Damascenus sayes you are to young,
Sweet Prince, to reade or taste of Physicke strong:
Therefore which better may your palate suite,
Praescribes you damsens your liege Country fruite.
Erasmus Roterodamus.
VVHen with Erasmus you hereafter meete,
Youle find him like this Raspis sharpe & sweet
Sweete like Almond butter, which ne're came
From any butter box of Roterdame.
Cato.
CAto from Sugar Cakes not differs farre,
Since into distickes both divided are.
Plato.
VOuch safe of Platoes workes to taste a piece,
Though not of Greeke, yet full of Ambergreece.
Manuscripti.
AMongst so many bookes tis not ore slip't,
That you have here a Manuscript.
You may well see by what you doe finde in't,
'Twas done by hand and never yet in Print.
Hermolaus Barbarus.
OF Hermolaus Barbarus the sence
Is harmeles; barberies, like Eloquence:
Which though 'tis sweet, hath tartnes mix't among
Witnesse each wanton witty womans tongue.
Cardanus.
Cardanus workes these are, as some doe say,
But it seemes rather that they were his play.
Littleton.
HEre Littleton is set before your eyes,
Because law's common, little shall suffice:
Yet is that little much to be regarded,
Because an old Coke hath it interlarded.
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