GENIUS

I Am the places Genius, whence now springs A Vine, whose youngest Branch shall produce Kings: This little world of men; this precious Stone, That sets out Europe: this (the glass alone,) Where the neat Sun each Morn him self attires, And gildes it with his repercussive fires. This Jewel of the Land; England's right Eye: Altar of Love; and Sphere of Majesty: Green Neptune's Minion, bou't whose Virgin-waste, Isis is Like a Crystal girdle cast. Of this are we the Genius; here have I, Slept (by the favour of a Deity) Forty-four Summer's and as many Springs, Not frighted with the threats of foreign Kings. But held up in that gowned State I have, By twice Twelve-fathers politic and graven: Who with a sheathed Sword, and silken Law, Do keep (within weak Walls) Millions in awe. I charge you therefore say, for what you come? What are you? I Clap my hands for Joy, and seat you both Next to my heart: In leaves of purest gold, This most auspicious love shall be enrolled. Be joined to us: And as to earth we bow, So, to those royal feet, bend your steelde brow. In name of all these Senators, (on whom Virtue builds more, then these of Antique Room ) Shouting a cheerful welcome: Since no climb, Nor Age that has gone over the head of Time, Dide're cast up such Joys, nor the Like Sum (But here) shall stand in the world, years to come, Dread King, our hearts make good, what words do want, To bid thee boldly enter Troynovant. Rerum certam salus, Terrarum gloriam Caesar! Mars. Sospite quo, magnos credimus esse Deos: Dilexere priùs pueri, Ivuenesque senelque, Idem. At nunc Infants to quoque Caesar amant. Qvae tot Sceptra tenes forti, Rex maxim, dextram, Provida Men's summi Numinis illam dedit, Aspice ridentem per gaudia Plebis Olympum. Reddentem et plausus and suam verba suos, Tantus honos paucis, primi post secula mundi Obtigit, et paucis, tantum unus incubuit, Nam Regere imperiis populum faelicibus unum, Arduares, magnis res tamen apta viris. At non vnanimes nutum compescere gentes, Non homines pensum, said labour ille Dei, Ille ideò ingentes qui temperet orbis habenas, Adjungit longas and tua fraena manus. Et menti de mente suam praelucet, et Artem Regnandi, regnum qui dedit illam, docet. Crescentes variis Cumulate virtutibus annos, Quas inter pietas, culmina summa tenet. Hac proavos reddis patriae, qui barbara Genti Flexêre inducto Namine, corda ferae. Hac animos tractas rigidos, subigis que rebels, Et leave persuades quod trahis ipse jugum, Illi fida comes terram indignata profanam, Aut nunc to tanto Regereversa Themis. Assidat et robusta soror, ingentibus ausis Pro populo carum tradere prompta caput. Quin et Regis amor, musae et dilectus Apollo, Regali gaudent subdere plectra manu. Auream et ubertas solerti natam labour, Exhibet aggestas Ruris et urbis opens. Sunt haec dona Poli, certam quae prodita fama Miratum ut veniat, venit uter que polus, Venimus et Belgae, patriis Gens exul ab oris Quosfovit tenero matter Eliza sinum. Matri sacratum, Patri duplicamus amorem, Poscimus et simili posse favour frui. Sic Deum Panthaeci tibi proferat alitis aevum, Sceptra per Iunumeros qui tibi tradit Avos, Sic Regina tua pars alteram, et alteram proles, Spes populi longum debt, capiat que decus.