NEPTUNE

MY borrowed name of Neptune now I leave, the Like does Amphitrita my fair Queen, And worthy Lord, grant favour to receive What in these mysteries we seem to mean, Britanniaes glory hath been herd and seen, Reuiu'de from her old Chaos of distress, and now united in firm happiness. Blessed be that second Brutus James our dread king, that set this wreathe of Union on her head, Whose very name did heavenly comfort bring, When in despair our Hope's lay drooping dead, When comfort from most hearts was gone and fled, Immediately the trumpets tongue did say, God save king James: O it a happy day. Sir Leonard Holiday, now unto thee, My love in some mean measure let me show, S nce heaven hath called thee to this dignity, Which (then my self) far better thou worser est know, I make no doubt thou wilt thy time bestow, A S so great a Subjects place as this, To govern justly, and amend each miss. Bethink thee how on that high Holiday, Which bears Gods Champion, th'Arch-angels name, When conquering Satan in a glorious fray, Michael Hels-monster nobly overcame, And now a sacred Saboath being the same, A free and full election on all parts, Made choice of thee, both with their hands and hearts. Albeit this day is usual every year, For new election of a Magistrate, Yet, now to me some instance does appear, Worth note, which to my self I thus relate, Holiday, called on Holiday to state, Requirers methinks a year of Holidays, To be disposed in good and virtuous ways. For I account 'tis a Lords Holiday, When Justice shines in perfect Majesty, When as the poor can to the rich man say, The Magistrate hath given us equity, And lent no ear to partiality, When sin is punished, lewdness bears no sway: All that day long, each day is Holiday. When good provision for the poor is made, Sloth set to labour, vice curbed every where, When through the City every honest trade, Stands not of might or insolence in fear, But Justice in their goodness does them bear: then, as before, in safety I may say: All that year long, each day is Holiday. Now in behalf of that Society, Whereof thou bearest a loving brother's name, What hath been done this day to dignify, they pray thee kindly to accept the same, More circumstance I shall not needs to frame: But from the Merchant-tailors this I say, They wish all good to Leonard Holiday.