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Heere followeth an excellent Poem wherein the author hath comprehended, the principall effect of all before written, and this he desires to dedicate to the Lord Maior of London and his brethren, as a testimonie of his loue vnto there wisedomes, and well ordered Citties gouerment, and humbly prayeth that the beautie of there state may longe be continued to the honor of the King of England and his kingdome generally.



Heere followeth an excellent Poem wherein the author hath comprehended, the principall effect of all before written, and this he desires to dedicate to the Lord Maior of London and his brethren, as a testimonie of his loue vnto there wisedomes, and well ordered Citties gouerment, and humbly prayeth that the beautie of there state may longe be continued to the honor of the King of England and his kingdome generally.

Cœlestiall graces helpe my muse,
By your deuine direction.
That it may well that state peruse,
Vpheld by Ioues protection.
Whose honors praise doth far surmount,
All nations of the best accounte.
And tels the world that her bright glorie,
For euer liues in fames true storie.
England that Ile with seaes inclosde,
Whose state twyse twentie two yeares stood.
Rulde by a Queene by heauen composde.
To be the best of euery good,
That humane race did euer yeelde.
Hir prayses heauen and earth hath filde.
Hir royall hand did kings controwle,
Earth hath her fame, and heauen her soule.


That happie land when change had wrought,
Occasion that did menace warre.
By councell wise full soone was brought,
In peace to order euery Iarre.
The daye that causd sadde greefes annoy,
The selfe same day procurd much ioye.
Farewell sweete Queene did sorrow bring,
But ioy imbraste the name of king.
A true descent from race of kinges,
Raysd vp a king to Englands crowne,
Whose vertues prayse the muses singes,
He is a Prince of great renowne.
Englands nobles true honor gaynde,
When they king Iames, there king proclaimd.
His prudent, wise, and valiant spirit:
Doth like a King a kingdome merit.
Wondrous, and yet a pleasant sight.
Did crosse reports contention,
When Earles and Lords, and many a knight,
With wisedomes best preuention,
Did stoppe the mouth of priuate hate,
With loue vnto the publike state.
And still I wish that things fore done,
Spoyle not the glories now begun.
London I will thy fame imparte,
To stranger countries, for my eyes
Did see the worth of thy desarte,
I will thy wisedome memorise.


Thy people gouernd with like awe,
As when thy Queene rulde by her law.
The name of King no more could craue,
All tongues did crie the king God saue.
Thy commons did in order stande,
With carefull watch to gard thy peace.
Hearing what king should rule there land,
Then with a smile there sighes did cease.
With teares they did their Queene deplore;
With loue they did there king adore.
And then the ioye of there desires,
Fild London streetes with triumphes fiers.
Disordred mindes lookt for that coyle,
Which there degenerate thoughts had wishte,
When they might fill their hands with spoyle,
But now there hopes are all dismiste.
The sea of Rome with all her friends,
The hope of there proceedings endes.
And England doth with peace imbrace,
The glorie of Eternall grace.
Worlds great fame and wonders mirror,
Let honor now thy hopes renue.
Thy peacefull state hath binne warres terror
Great kinges hath sent thy courte to vew.
Thy soueraignes scepter bearing hand,
Vpon a fowre fowld throane doth stand.
Let constant loue thy state inclose,
And feare not then a world of fooes.


England, thy God hath shewed his loue,
Stand on thy gard, the truth defende.
And such as would contentions moue,
Teach them to know how they offende.
Fetch home thy king and him annoin.
Whome God and nature doth appoint.
Thy Autums paste, now comes thy springe,
Thy Queene God hath, God saue the king.