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On the Kings Birth-day.
Rowse
up thy selfe, my gentle Muse,
Though now our greene conceits be gray,
And yet once more doe not refuse
To take thy Phrygian Harp, and play
In honour of this cheerefull Day:
Long may they both contend to prove,
That best of Crownes is such a love.
Though now our greene conceits be gray,
And yet once more doe not refuse
To take thy Phrygian Harp, and play
In honour of this cheerefull Day:
Long may they both contend to prove,
That best of Crownes is such a love.
Make first a Song of Joy, and Love,
Which chastly flames in royall eyes,
Then tune it to the Spheares above,
When the benignest Stars doe rise,
And sweet Conjunctions grace the skies.
Long may, &c.
Which chastly flames in royall eyes,
Then tune it to the Spheares above,
When the benignest Stars doe rise,
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Long may, &c.
To this let all good hearts resound,
Whilst Diadems invest his head;
Long may he live, whose life doth bound
More then his Lawes, and better led
By high Example, then by dread.
Long may, &c.
Whilst Diadems invest his head;
Long may he live, whose life doth bound
More then his Lawes, and better led
By high Example, then by dread.
Long may, &c.
Long may he round about him see
His Roses, and his Lillies blowne:
Long may his only Deare, and Hee
Joy in Idæas of their owne,
And Kingdomes hopes so timely sowne.
Long may they both contend to prove,
That best of Crownes is such a love.
His Roses, and his Lillies blowne:
Long may his only Deare, and Hee
Joy in Idæas of their owne,
And Kingdomes hopes so timely sowne.
Long may they both contend to prove,
That best of Crownes is such a love.
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