To trim the town, great care before No proverb would give more than he. Their colledges were new be-painted, Nor gate, nor rail, nor bawd, nor whore: But the pure house of Emanuel 6 "A bushel of March dust is worth a king's ransom.' 7 Coll. Eman. abundat puritanis. But, that the ways might all prove fair, Conceiv'd a tedious mile of prayer. Upon the look'd-for seventh of March, They gave the king a piece of plate, And so prefer'd with tune and gate, Now, as the king came neer the town, Each one ran crying up and down, The king entered Cambr. 7 Mar. 1614-5. Alas poor Oxford, thou 'rt undone, And rides upon his brave gray dapple, Next rode his lordship9 on a nag, Whose coat was blue', whose ruff was shag, And then began his reverence To speak most eloquent non-sense: See how (quoth he) most mighty prince, For very joy my horse doth wince. What cryes the town? What we? (said he) What cryes the University? What cry the boys? What ev'ry thing? Behold, behold, yon comes the king: And ev'ry period he bedecks With En & Ecce venit Rex. 9 Samuel Harsnett, then bp. of Chichester. Oft have I warn'd (quoth he) our dirt But we in vain strive to be fine, Now come we to the wonderment Of Christendom, and eke of Kent, The Trinity; which to surpass, 2 Doth deck her spokesman by a glass: Thus opes his mouth, hark how he speeds. I wonder what your grace doth here, That is so Jacobissimus3¿ 2 Nethersoli Cant. orator, qui per speculum seipsum solet ornari. 3 Orator hoc usus est vocabulo in oratione ad regem. Here's none, of all, your grace refuses, You are most welcome to our Muses. Although we have no bells to jangle, Which, though it ne're was grac'd with king, Yet sure it is a goodly thing: My warning's short, no more I'le say, But nothing was so much admir'd, Their plays had sundry grave wise factors, A perfect diocess of actors 4 Actores omnes fuere theologi. |