 | A Particvlar Entertainment of the Qveene and Prince their Highnesse at Althrope ... 25. of Iune 1603 |  |
And will you then, Mirror of Queenes, depart?
Shall nothing stay you? not my Masters heart?
That pants to leese the comfort of your light,
And see his Day ere it be old grow Night?
You are a Goddesse, and your will be done:
Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sunne
Cheeres obiects farre remou'd, as well as neere;
So, where so'ere you shine, you'le sparkle here.
And you deare Lord, on whom my couetous eye
Doth feed it selfe, but cannot satisfie,
O shoot vp fast in spirit, as in yeares;
That when vpon her head proud Europe weares
Her stateliest tire, you may appeare thereon
The richest gem, without a paragon.
Shine bright and fixed as the Artick starre:
And when slow Time hath made you fit for warre,
Looke ouer the strict Ocean, and thinke where
You may but lead vs forth, that grow vp here
Against a day, when our officious swords
Shall speake our action better then our words.
Till then, all good euent conspire to crowne
Your parents hopes, our zeale, and your renowne.
Peace vsher now your steps, and where you come,
Be Enuie still strooke blind, and Flatterie dumbe.
Shall nothing stay you? not my Masters heart?
That pants to leese the comfort of your light,
And see his Day ere it be old grow Night?
You are a Goddesse, and your will be done:
Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sunne
Cheeres obiects farre remou'd, as well as neere;
So, where so'ere you shine, you'le sparkle here.
And you deare Lord, on whom my couetous eye
Doth feed it selfe, but cannot satisfie,
O shoot vp fast in spirit, as in yeares;
That when vpon her head proud Europe weares
Her stateliest tire, you may appeare thereon
The richest gem, without a paragon.
Shine bright and fixed as the Artick starre:
And when slow Time hath made you fit for warre,
Looke ouer the strict Ocean, and thinke where
You may but lead vs forth, that grow vp here
Against a day, when our officious swords
Shall speake our action better then our words.
Till then, all good euent conspire to crowne
Your parents hopes, our zeale, and your renowne.
Peace vsher now your steps, and where you come,
Be Enuie still strooke blind, and Flatterie dumbe.
| A Particvlar Entertainment of the Qveene and Prince their Highnesse at Althrope ... 25. of Iune 1603 | |