Who with Anne makes Union, by the childless death Of our Queens, Mary and Elizabeth.

The rarest pearls, and richest Margarets all,
Which ever did in any Jewel stand:
The rarest Jewel too, and most angelical,
Almost made up by God and Nature's hand;
By men to be finish'd, to this Isle sent:
Then to be worn for her best ornament.

PANEGYRIC TO MY SOVEREIGN LORD THE KING.

By the same.

GREAT King, since first this Isle by Jove's own hand,

Was set apart within great Ocean's arms:

And was appointed by herself to stand,

Fenc'd round about with rocks from foreign harms:

She into sundry parts hath oft been torn,

And greatest wounds by her own blows hath borne.

But all the fractions now which man did make,

Since it in one whole number Nature gave,
Are added up and brought to one great stake;

And being all sum'd up, one total have.

For Britain now to all the dividend,

In one whole quotient, all doth comprehend.

For thou the Monarch of this Western Isle,
Now all her shiver'd parts hast brought together:

Spreading thy Empire's wings eight hundred mile
In length, and four in breadth, there staying neither;
But o'er Old Ocean's breast thy arm doth stretch
Through Ireland, making it to India reach.

To Judah thou the Tribes hast brought again,
Which by themselves did in Samaria dwell:
Jordan by thee, whose stream did run amain,
Is now dried up, that every Tribe may well

To other go: thou hast broke down the wall,
Which Adrian made, and which we Pictic call.

Thou Virtue's Orb, where Fame is still ascendant,
And never can her highest age attain;
Conqueror of all hearts, all flatt'ries transcendant,
Who hold'st it loss to take, to give great gain;

Of bounteous deeds the ever running spring,
To many wealth, to all dost gladness bring.

The Muse's darling, who with golden pen,
And silver'd tongue thy princely mind can'st tell;
In whom learning, a Prince's richest gem,

Both human and divine, abounding dwell:
The great contriver of this tripple Isle,
In one imperial diadem and stile.

The royal product of the princely dove,

With England's Noah from Peace's Ark sent forth, After War's deluge, who olive branch of Love

Dost bring with thee in thy return from North:

How joyfully did Britain reach her hand,

To take thee int' the Ark of this her Land.

With great Eliza, glory of her own,

Wonder of future times, true Church's nurse,

The ancient faith's receiver, on whom were shewn, Heaven's blessings, all mens' prayers, no man's curse, Fortune's favours, Nature's wealth, God's high grace, The Muse's lodge, all Virtue's dwelling place.

Our sun did set with great Elizabeth:
Before night, thou a new day-light did'st bring;
Our Summer's peace did close at her cold death,
Without War's winter thou renew'd'st our spring;

All our live's joys with her dead seem'd to be,
Before entomb'd they were reviv'd by thee.

Centre of royal births, in whom do meet
Lines drawn from all the noble Conqueror's blood;
Which ever in any part with warlike feet,
Of this great Isle's circumference have stood
With thy fair Queen, a sea, whither do run
Streams of all royal blood of Christendom.

Both royal plants, whence princely branches spring,
Whereon grow our best fruits of Hope and Joy;
Great offsprings both of many a noble King;

An antidote she against this land's annoy,

In whose mild looks hath princely majesty
A marriage made with modest courtesy.

She Virtue's book, bound in a golden cover,
Wherein Nature hath writ with God's own quill;
All Beauty's learning, where thou, her true lover,
May'st read sweet lectures of delight at will:
And on the frame of whose divinest feature
All graces shine, that can be in a creature.

Sprung of a double, knit to a tripple King,
Late quadruple, the Holy number, three;
Grateful to God did seem more apt to bring
Peace to this land, with love and unity:

Plant royal, set by Juno in this land,

Whose ancestors by Mars here once did stand.

Sacred beauty makes seem angelical,

Thee, heavenly wisdom, to the stars do raise;

Minerva her Apollo, thee do call,

Their darlings, both truest themes of all our praise; Together live and love, and long do reign,

To our, to your, to God's, joy, bliss and gain.

A DEVISO.

DE LAPSU HOMINIS IN ADAM.

PAUPER amabilis et venerabilis, est benedictus,
Dives inutilis, insatiabilis, est maledictus.

Qui bona negligit et mala diligit, intrat abyssum:
Nulla potentia, nulla pecunia liberat ipsum,
Irremeabilis, insatiabilis, illa vorago.

Hic ubi mergitur, horrida cernitur omnis imago,
Vir miserabilis Evaque flebilis hoc subierunt,

Hic cruciamina, per sua crimina, cum meruerunt.
Jussa Dei pia, jussa salubria si tenuissent.

Vir neque fœmina, nec sua semina, morte perissent,
Sed quia spernere iussaque solvere non timuere,
Mors gravis irruit hoc merito fuit, et periere,
Janua mortis passio fortis crimen eorum.
Attulit orbi semina morbi, totque malorum,
Illa parentes, atque sequentes culpa peremit,
Atque piarum deliciarum munus ademit,
Flebile fatum dans cruciatum, dansque dolorem,
Illa merenti perdere tanti regis honorem,

Est data savam causa per Evam perditionis,

Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce draconis,

Hoc male credens, nos quoque lædens crimine magno,

Omnia tristi subdidit isti sæcula damno,

Stirps miserorum plena dolorum postea crevit,

His quoque damnis pluribus annis subdita flevit.