PENATES

Leap light hearts in every breast, Joy is now the fittest passion; Double majesty hath blessed All the place, with that high grace, Exceeds admiration! Welcome, monarch of this Isle, Europes envy, and her merror; Great in each partly of thy style: England's wish, and Scotland's bliss, Both France , and Ireland's terror. Welcome, are you; and no less, Your admired queen: the glory Both of state, and comeliness. Every line of her divine Form, is a beauteous story. High in fortune, as in blood, So are both; and blood renowned By oft falls, that make a flood In your veins: yet, all these strains Are in your virtues drowned. House, be proud; For of earth's store These two, only, are the wonder: In them she's rich, and in no more. Zeal is bound their praise to found As loud as fame, or thunder. Note, but how the air, the spring Concur in their devotions; Pairs of Turtles fit, and sing On each tree, overjoyed to see In them Like love, Like motions. Enter sir, this longing door, Whose glad lord nought could have blessed Equally; (I'am sure not more) Then this sighed: saue' of your right, When you were first possessed. That, indeed, transcended this. Since which hour, wherein you gained it. For this grace, both he and his, Every day, have learned to pray, And, now, they have obtained it.