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Regalia Uota, Precesque.

Ad Regem Iacobum.

Not like your Player, who prophanes his lips
With scurrile ieasts of some lewd ribald Play;
And after all, vpon the Scaffold skips,
And for his Sou'raigne then begins to pray:
More manerly, whilst pure, this Pen of mine
Presents hir prai'rs (great King) for thee & thine;

Pro religiosiss. eruditiss. Augustiss. Rege.

What should I wish to that my Sou'raigne hath
But long Continuance, both of Him, and it?
Long to liue the Defender of true Faith,
Our IOSVA Long o're Israel to sit,
Long t'entertaine the Saints of God like LOT;
To be our DAVID Long, our SOLOMON;
Still keeping without blemish, without blot:
The Fathers Zeale, the Wisedome of the Sonne.
To these (O God) what should we pray thee giue?
But (as I said) Continuance and long date,
To liue the dayes METHVSALA did liue,
And after, when he falls 'ith hand of Fate:
O yet vouchsafe in mercy some delayes,
To Adde to our good EZECHIAS dayes!

Pro Illustrissima & Serenissima Regina.

Europs Glory, Englands greatest Good,
O! maist thou flourish like the fruitfull Vine,
And make Great Brittaine rich in Royall blood;
The life of all our hopes liues in thy Line:
Liue euer blessed, and be more a Mother,
And from thee may that of-spring issue forth,
That may secure their Kingdomes, conquer other,
Make all the world to wonder at their worth:
Nay, win it all, part it too (Heau'ns smile)
As Brutus sonnes did once diuide this Ile.

Pro CAROLO Maximæ, magnæ Britannniæ, spei, Principe.

Ovr Second, late; now First-best, future Hope,
Whose, in remainder, we; and thou art, ours;
What should we wish thee, but that Heau'n wide ope?
Raine downe her Blessings in aboundant showres,
To make thy Parents happy; thy selfe blessed,
And we, in them, and through them, t'haue in thee
The greatest Good that euer men possessed:
Which with the Goodnesse may as lasting bee.
Long stand our Atlas; and when he shall fall,
Be thou our Hercules, hold vp our Heau'n,
Our happinesse, I meane, and help vs all:
Sit at the Helme, and keepe our Ship vp eu'n;
Then take, and Long, O long keepe at the stearne!
Meane time now grow in Goodnesse, Greatnesse, State,
All which thou needst not trauell farre to learne,
Nor needest but thine owne to imitate:
Thy wise and zealous Sire, thy vertuous Mother,
And, O that Great hart! now heau'n crownd thy brother.

Profulgentissima Elizabetha.

Greater thy Selfe, by greatest Princes sought,

Autor vovebat ista ante auspicatiss, nuptias.

On whom best Starres haue smilde their influence,
Where heau'n a Map of Miracles hath wrought,
Our glory, Natures pride, Earths excellence:
In whom alone the Graces liue refinde,
Where Chastitie with more then Cyprian-feature,
And Beautie with all vertue liues conioyn'd:
O Goddesse sure! or some Celestiall Creature!
In whose whose faire face so equally doe runne
The purest Lillie-white, the Orientst red,
Like Via lactea, and the Rising Sunne.
Happy that Prince shall the faire Princesse wed,
Which holy Hymen shall no snoner finish,
But we shall pray, That thou the blessedst Bride
Mai'st with such blessed ones the World replenish,
That may hereafter help the world to guide.
And that our Royall blood more deepe root take,
As they from thee, so may from them spring other:
May thy great Father, great Grand-father wake,
And reckon their descent from thy blest Mother:
And Englands King, and Queene, may liue to see,
Their Childrens Children, Kings and Queenes to bee.

Ad excellentissimum Principem Palatinum: Illius in Lectissimæ Elizabethæ (iam sibi coniugatæ) electione, Iudicium, approbat, admiratur.

If as in this thrice Royall Fredericke,
Thy iudgement in electing still be like;
What neede the other Six or stand on seuen?
Why not the whole to whom the Chiefe is giuen?

Quia principalis Elector.

Indeed, what needed any other Voice?
The World might put his life vpon thy Choyce.

Pro Nobilitate Britannica.

Groue, for your Councel, great, for place and Blood,
O you Arch-Columnes of our Common-wealth
You truely wise, religious, Noble, good.
Who doth not wish all happinesse, all health,
With Nestors yeares, your Honours to attend,
Is not the Kings, is not his countries friend.

Pro Domino suo Honoratissimo Domino Windesor.

And now, more properly to pay his vowes,
He comes to you (his noble Lord & Master;)
Whose life, for you, is but a debt he owes,
Whose prayers, could they keepe off all disaster,
And make you blest; there should breathe in our state,
No Lord more happy, lesse infortunate.