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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140118.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<STC T="G">C.121.g.6.[14]</STC>
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<HEAD>ELIZA TRIVMPHANS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YE precious &s;helles that lie on <HI>Lybian</HI> &s;hore,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Nilus</HI> &s;able &s;andes in needele&s;&s;e &s;tore,</L>
<L>Or in the welthie deepes that we&s;terne lye,</L>
<L>The muddye mines of <HI>Indian</HI> trea&s;urie.</L>
<L>Where euer incofred in the lowly clay,</L>
<L>(There &s;pitefull nature &s;hrowdes your &s;hining ray)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yeelde vp the Pearles that in you buried bene,</L>
<L>To decke the triumphes of the Mayden Queene.</L>
<L>The &s;ix-&s;quare <HI>Berill</HI> with his fierie &s;hine:</L>
<L>The cha&s;t greene <HI>Smar agde,</HI> ruddie Sardian &s;tone,</L>
<L>The <HI>Sardonix</HI> with mixt-le&s;&s;e colours dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Calmy <HI>Androdamant</HI> that aye loueth re&s;t,</L>
<L>The co&s;tly <HI>Chry&s;olite</HI> of golden greene,</L>
<L>The <HI>Ja&s;per</HI> king of whol&s;ome medicine.</L>
<L>A chates black, and cleare could Chri&s;talline.</L>
<L><HI>Chaldean Sagda,</HI> coole <HI>Topazion,</HI></L>
<L>Some in her valted Diadem be &s;et</L>
<L>Enameling her co&s;tly coronet.</L>
<L>Some binde the borders of her braunched gowne,</L>
<L>In &s;eemly ranks de&s;cending fairely downe,</L>
<L>Or in her cri&s;ped lockes be loo&s;er laid,</L>
<L>Or dubling oft her bared bo&s;ome &s;hade.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Giue place ye <HI>Per&s;ians</HI> with your Ti&s;&s;ued traines,</L>
<L>Which ba&s;er tymes accounted Souerayne</L>
<L>Giue place ye proude&s;t Queenes that were araied</L>
<L>In curious needle workes of the <HI>Tyrian</HI> maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lo here the Art of Nature, pride of Art,</L>
<L>Vnited bene, yet &s;triue for greater part</L>
<L>Nature the matter, Art doth claime the make,</L>
<L>And both their glory from her grace do take.</L>
<L>De&s;cerning eye deale vnto each his due,</L>
<L>And giue the verdict with an equall view.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Lyon is the Forre&s;ts King,</L>
<L>The flore-dece the pride of &s;pring</L>
<L>The three in numbers leads the Ring</L>
<L>The &s;quare doth make the &s;ure&s;t thing</L>
<L>Foure-quartars can diuide the be&s;t.</L>
<L>The circle is the perfecte&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The cro&s;&s;e once bore the holie&s;t</L>
<L>Well may the crowne become their cre&s;t</L>
<L>Which all de&s;ine the worthie&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>A &s;hame on him that thinkes ami&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or grudges at Elizaes bli&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Grow euer greene victorious <HI>Laurell</HI> tree,</L>
<L>Who&s;e branch &s;he beares in &s;uch &s;olemnitye</L>
<L>And thou faire bow, bud out and &s;pring anew,</L>
<L>That might'&s;t vnto the world her triumph &s;hew.</L>
<L>Meane while preferred by her gentle grace</L>
<L>To the reuenging &s;worde or awfull Mace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Round globe the figure of her kingdomes right,</L>
<L>Due vnto herby &s;ires &s;ubduing might</L>
<L>Betoken thou to her impiring hand,</L>
<L>The Northren world, and neighbour we&s;tern land</L>
<L>From &s;cattered <HI>Orkneis</HI> vnto <HI>Piren</HI> hils,</L>
<L>The &s;ea-diuided Earths her Empire fils.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Vpon two Piles of Trophe-like a&s;cent,</L>
<L>Much like the &s;pires of <HI>Egypts</HI> monuments,</L>
<L>Sit there two Nimphes arayd in lighter weede</L>
<L>To &s;hew the wondering world her vertues meede.</L>
<L>Thone with a bending Palme, and band of Bayes,</L>
<L>The &s;ignes of many fortunate a&s;&s;ayes,</L>
<L>Victorie &s;elfe &s;hall Crowne her aged heade,</L>
<L>While conquered <HI>Spayne</HI> &s;halbe her captiue led.</L>
<L>The other on her crowned Temples beares</L>
<L>A girlond made of yellow wheaten Eares.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her left hand holdeth vp the Horne of &s;tore,</L>
<L>Her right the wreath that ear&s;t <HI>Pomona</HI> wore,</L>
<L>Peace in her Raigne, and plentie in her peace,</L>
<L>And in her plentie plea&s;ure, and &s;weet ea&s;e</L>
<L>Wars in her Peace, and Conque&s;ts in her war,</L>
<L>And fame of Conque&s;t Crownes the Conquerer</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus doth <HI>Elyza</HI> Triumph on her day,</L>
<L>Whiles her Nouembers &s;liden &s;oft away.</L>
<L>Slide on ye ble&s;&s;ed Moneths to tho&s;e forepa&s;t,</L>
<L>And with the world winde vp your cour&s;e at la&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Lion awe, the flower her fayre e&s;tate,</L>
<L>Terneon perfect, &s;quare &s;ure &s;ituate</L>
<L>Four quarters equal rule Circle large gouernance</L>
<L>The cro&s;&s;e her pietie, and &s;ufferance.</L>
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<P><HI>The&s;e are to be &s;oulde in Pawles Church|yard at the Bra&s;en Serpent by Robert Dexter,</HI> 1597.</P>
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