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To the most puisant and Gratious James King of great Britaine.

The disunited Scithians, when they sought
To gather strength by parties, and combine
That perfect league of freends which, once beeing wrought,
No turne of time or fortune could untwine,
This rite they held: a massie bowle was brought,
And ev'ry right arme shot his severall blood
Into the mazar till 'twas fully fraught.
Then having stird it to an equall floud
They quaft to th'union, which till death should last,
In spite of private foe, or forraine feare;
And this blood sacrament being knowne t'have past,
Their names grew dreadfull to all far and neere.
O then, great Monarch, with how wise a care
Do you these bloods devided mixe in one,
And with like consanguinities prepare
The high, and everliving Union
Tweene Scots and English: who can wonder then
If he that marries kingdomes, marries men?