Psalme XLV.
[Part 1.]
With heat divine inspir'd, I sing
A Panegyrick to the King:
High Raptures in a numerous stile
I with a ready Pen compile.
Much fairer then our Humane Race;
Whose lips like Fountaines flow with Grace:
For this the Lord thy Soule shall blesse
With everlasting Happinesse.
Gird, O most Mightie, on thy Thigh
Thy Sword of Awe and Majestie:
In triumph, arm'd with Truth, ride on;
By Clemencie and Justice drawne.
No mortall vigour shall withstand
The fury of thy dreadfull Hand.
Thy piercing Arrowes in the Kings
Opposers hearts shall dye their wings.
Thy Throne no waste of Time decayes;
Thy Scepter sacred Justice swayes.
Thou Vertue lov'st; but hast abhorr'd
Deformed Vice: for this, the Lord
Hath thee alone preferr'd, and shed
The Oyle of Joy upon thy head.
Thy Garments, which in Grace excell,
Of Aloës, Myrrhe, and Cassia smell;
Brought from the Ivory Palaces:
Which more then other Odors please.
Kings Daughters, to augment thy State,
Among thy noble Damsels wait.
The Queene inthron'd on thy Right hand,
Adorn'd with Ophyr's golden Sand.
Part. 2.
Harke Daughter, and by me be taught;
Thy Countrey banish from thy thought,
Thy House and Family forget,
His Joy upon thy Beauty set.
He is thy Lord; O bow before,
And him eternally adore!
The Daughters of Sea-circled Tyre
Shall bring their Purple, and desire
Even they whom Wealth and Honour grace)
To see the sweetnesse of thy Face.
Her Mind all Beauties doth infold;
Her faire limbs clad in purfled Gold,
She shall unto the King be brought,
In Robes with Phrygian Needle wrought:
VVhile Virgins on her Traine attend,
VVhose Faith and Friendship know no end:
VVhom they with joy shall lead along;
Eterniz'd in a Nuptiall Song:
And with renew'd Applauses bring
Vnto the Palace of the King.
Thou in thy Royall Fathers place,
Of Sons shalt see a numerous Race;
VVho over all the Earth shall sway,
VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day.
My Song shall celebrate thy Name,
And to the world divulge thy Fame.
