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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Spoken to their two Majesties at White Hall.
  
  
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Spoken to their two Majesties at White Hall.

Prologue.

Whom Heaven with all choice graces hath indowed,
Whom even the Angels praise and men admire!
On whom your Maker hath his bounty showed,
Where nothing wants that mans heart can desire,
Your peoples joy, your Peeres selected pleasure.
Your Kingdomes admiration, Nations wonder,
Of forraigne climes the praise, of ours the treasure.
O never may that sacred union sunder.
That whilst we daily of high heaven importune,
You may be in your royall issue blest,
You may still grow in greatnesse, fame and fortune,
All which at seeming height, be still increast.
Prove thou a prophet muse, say 'tis decreed,
All Christendome shall flourish in your seed.

The Epilogue.

Could we all Panegyries put in one,
That have beene on the ancient Heroes writ,
They might all be conferd on you alone,
And you great Princes justly merit it.
O may you in your happy loves persever,
Diurnally augment, but not decline,
That this your people may admire you ever,
Till heaven that gave you us make you divine.
And that which we of aged Nestor read,
May of you two be chronicled indeed.