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Teach the kings sonne, who king hym self shalbe,
Thy judgmentes Lord, thy justice make hym learn:
To rule thy realme as justice shall decree,
And poore mens right in judgment to discern.
Then fearelesse peace,
With rich encrease
The mountaynes proud shall fill:
And justice shall
Make plenty fall
On ev'ry humble hill.

Make him the weake support, th'opprest relyve,
Supply the poore, the quarrell-pickers quaile:
Soe agelesse ages shall thee reverence give,
Till eies of heav'n, the sunn and moone, shall faile
And thou againe
Shalt blessings rayne,
Which down shall mildly flow,
As showres thrown
On meades new mown
Wherby they freshly grow.

During his rule the just shall ay be greene,
And peacefull plenty joine with plenteous peace:
While of sad night the many-formed queene
Decreas'd shall grow, and grown again decrease.
From sea to sea
He shall survey
All kingdoms as his own:
And from the trace
Of Physons race
As farr as land is known.

The desert-dwellers at his beck shall bend:
His foes them suppliant at his feete shall fling:
The kinges of Tharsis homage guifts shall send;
So Seba, Saba, ev'ry island king.
Nay all, ev'n all
Shall prostrate fall,
That crownes and scepters weare:

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And all that stand
At their command,
That crownes and scepters beare.

For he shall heare the poore when they complaine,
And lend them help, who helplesse are opprest:
His mercy shall the needy sort sustaine;
His force shall free their lyves that live distrest.
From hidden sleight,
From open might,
Hee shall their soules redeeme:
His tender eyes
Shall highly prise,
And deare their bloud esteeme.

So shall he long, so shall he happy live;
Health shall abound, and wealth shall never want:
They gold to hym, Arabia gold, shall give,
Which scantnes dere, and dereness maketh scant.
They still shall pray
That still he may
So live, and flourish so:
Without his praise
No nights, no daies,
Shall pasport have to go.

Looke how the woods, where enterlaced trees
Spread frendly armes each other to embrace,
Joyne at the head, though distant at the knees,
Waving with wind, and lording on the place:
So woods of corne
By mountaynes borne
Shall on their showlders wave:
And men shall passe
The numbrous grasse,
Such store each town shall have.

Looke how the sunne, soe shall his name remayne;
As that in light, so this in glory one:
All glories that, at this all lights shall stayne:
Nor that shall faile, nor this be overthrowne.
The dwellers all
Of earthly ball
In hym shall hold them blest:
As one that is
Of perfect blisse
A patterne to the rest.

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O God who art, from whom all beings be;
Eternall Lord, whom Jacobs stock adore,
All wondrous works are done by only thee,
Blessed be thou, most blessed evermore.
And lett thy name,
Thy glorious fame,
No end of blessing know:
Lett all this Round
Thy honor sound,
So Lord, O be it so.