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To the Right honble Hierome, L. Weston.

An Ode gratulatorie.

For his Returne from his Embassie.

Such pleasure as the teeming Earth,
Doth take in easie Natures birth,
When shee puts forth the life of ev'ry thing:
And in a dew of sweetest Raine,
Shee lies deliver'd without paine,
Of the prime beautie of the yeare, the Spring.
The Rivers in their shores doe run;
The Clowdes rack cleare before the Sun,
The rudest Winds obey the calmest Ayre:
Rare Plants from ev'ry banke doe rise,
And ev'ry Plant the sense surprize,
Because the order of the whole is faire!
The very verdure of her nest,
Wherein she sits so richly drest,
As all the wealth of Season, there was spread;
Doth show, the Graces, and the Houres
Have multipli'd their arts, and powers,
In making soft her aromatique bed.
Such joyes, such sweet's doth your Returne
Bring all your friends, (faire Lord) that burne
With love, to heare your modestie relate,
The bus'nesse of your blooming wit,
With all the fruit shall follow it,
Both to the honour of the King and State.
O how will then our Court be pleas'd,
To see great Charles of Travaile eas'd,
When he beholds a graft of his owne hand,
Shoot up an Olive fruitfull, faire,
To be a shadow to his Heire,
And both a strength, and Beautie to his Land!