The Queene feasting the King at Somerset house, upon his Birth-day, hers falling in the same weeke, this was there spoken unto them.
VVee cannot read in any flourishing state,
Whether by King swaid or by optimate,
A greater blessing hapning to one Nation,
By two such births, beneath one constellation.
For being in one moneth, one weeke; small let October.
There was, these two blest birth-dayes had not met:
Yet hath the powerfull hand of heaven so guided,
(Though) by small distance of two dayes divided:
These starres who then, their influence had alone
Are now combin'd, fixt in one glorious Throne:
From whose joynt rayes another's risen since,
(Lusterd from both) a sweet and hopefull Prince.
O may he from your vertues so much gaine,
That little Charles may prove our Charlemaine.
To them both at parting.
The Romanes of their birth-dayes had such care,
They kept them sacred, and not one might dare,
In all their families to worke, but play,
Observing that, as an high festivall day.
The Emperours birth-dayes were cald Albæ, white,
As the sole lustre, and their Kingdomes light.
In you: how much doth heaven your Nations blesse,
To enjoy two such: the greater, and the lesse.
