GENTLEMAN

He may be of your rudeness. Hold your tongues. And let your courser manners seek some place, Fit for their wildness. This is none, be gone. Advance, immortal Barred, come up and view The glad, ding face of that great king, in whom So many prophecies of thine are knit. This is that Iames of which long since thou sungest, Should end our countries most unnatural broils; And if her ear, then deafened with the drum, Would stoop but to the music of his peace, She needs not with the spheres change harmony. This is the man thou promised should redeem: If she would love his counsels as his laws, Her head from servitude, her feet from fallen, Her fame from barbarism, her state from want, And in her all the fruits of blessing plant. Sing then some charm, made from his present looks, That may assure thy former prophecies, And firm the Hope's of these obedient spirits, Whose love no less, then duty hath called forth Their willing powers: who if they had much more, Would do their All, and think they could not move Enough to honour that, which he does love. BOw both your heads at once, and hearts: Obedience does not well in parts. It is but standing in his eye, You'll feel your selves changed by and by, Few live, that know, how quick a spring Works in the presence of a king: 'Tis done by this; your slough let fallen, And come forth newborn creatures all. SO breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of price, That lately fettered were with ice. So naked trees get crisped heads, And cullord coats the roughest meads, And all get vigour, youth, and spright, That are but looked on by his light.