Royalty

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                    SPEECH,

                                     MADE TO

               KINGE JAMES,

                           AT HIS COMEINGE TO

            HOGHTON TOWER,

      By TWO conceaved to be the HOUSHOLD GODS,

                        JULY, 1617.

            The firſt attyr'd in a Purple Taffatu' Mantle ;
            In one Hand, a Palm Tree Branch ;
            On his Head a Garland of the ſame ;
            And in the other Hand a Dogge.

                           BEGINE.

THIS Day, Great KINGE, for Government admir'd !
Which theſe thy Subjects have ſoe much deſir'd ;
Shall be kept holy, in theire Hearts best Treaſure,
And vow'd to JAMES, as is this Month to CÆSAR.
And now the LANDLORD of this ancient Tower,
Thrice fortunate, to ſee this happy Hower ;
Whoſe trembleinge Heart thy Preſence ſetts on Fire,
Unto this Houſe, (the Heart of all the Shire),
Does bid thee hearty welcome, and would ſpeake it,
In higher Notes, but extreme Joy doth breake it :
Hee makes his GUEST moſt welcome, in whoſe Eyes
Lore Teares do ſitt, not be that ſhouts and cryes.
And we, the Gads, and Guardians of this Place ;
1, of this Houſe, He, of the fruitfull Chaſe,
Since firſt the HOGHTON's from this Hill took Name,
Who with the ſtiffe unbridled SAXONS came ;
And ſoe have flouriſh't in this fairer Clyme,
Succeſſively from that, to this our Tyme ;
Still offeringe upp to our Imortall Powers,
Sweet Incenſe, Wyne, and Odoriferous Flowers,
While ſacred VESTA, (in her Virgin Tyre,)
With Vowes and Wiſhes, tend the hallowed Fire :
Now ſeeinge, that thy Majeſlye we ſee,
(Greater than Country Gods, more good than wee.)
Wee render upp to thy more powerfull Guard,
This Houſe, this Knight, 'tis thyne, he is thy Ward :
For by thy helpinge and auſpicious Hand,
He and his Houſe, ſhall ever, ever ſtand ;
And flouriſh, in deſpite of envious Fate,
And then live (like AUGUSTUS,) fortunate :
And longe, longe may'ſt thou live, to which both Men,
Gods, Saints, and Angells, ſay Amen, Amen.

         The Second Tutelar GOD begins,

Thou greateſt of MORTALS !— —He's Nonpluſt.

            The firſt GOD begins againe.

Dread Lord ! the Splendor and the glorious Raye,
Of thy high Majeſtye, hath ſtrucken dumbe
His weaker God-head, if t' himſelfe he come ;
Unto thy Service ſtraight, he will comend
Theſe Forreſters, and charge then to attend,
Thy Pleaſure in this PARK, and ſhew ſuch Sport,
To the chief Huntfman, and thy Princely Court,
As the ſmall Circuit of this Round affords,
And be more ready, than he was in's Words.

PRESTON, PRINTED BY THO. WALKER, 1804.