England's welcome TO james by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. Wherein is showed her zealous love, and reverent duty to her Sovereign. Composed into three Cantos.  
LONDON, Printed for E.W. and C.K. 1603.   

The Author's encouragement not to be discomforted for the folly of every findefault.  

IF men may credit ancient writs,  
or novels great of fame,  
Or wander safely through the straits,  
where Wisdom wins her name:   

Or if deeds done in former days,  
may have some fresh attire:  
To make the Reader arm himself,  
a new with fresh desire:   

Or if that Poet's pens, may win  
such profit for their pain,  
As elder days did gladly yield,  
as guerdon for their gain,   

Or if that praises spoke in right,  
and glory of a King:  
Unto the Author breed no spite,  
but true aeternizing:   

Then have I hit the white  
where-at ten thousand shoot:  
If acceptance be the leaves,  
and gratitude the root.   

For why such Dastards as do doubt,  
the noise of rattling Drum:  
By my consent shall never be,  
preferred to captains room.   

For he that doubts annoy,  
before his suit begin:  
May lump in bogue with country Kate,  
when venturous Ladies win.   

So he that spares the pool to lad,  
can hardly come by fish:  
Nor he that still conceals his grief,  
can ever win his wish.   

Nor yet the Meacocks mind,  
that's drowned in self conceit,  
Can ever scale Parnassus' Tops,  
although the path be strait.   

So he that fears the frump,  
of every lesting swain:  
Conceals the pride of nature's gifts,  
and spends his time in vain.   

Each writer must be armed,  
to bear and brook a scoff:  
And as it is by folly given,  
with wisdom shake it off.   

Despair not for a scorn,  
lean still on patience staff:  
For Pallas clerk are sifted out,  
as Corn is from the Chaff.   

Strive thou with all thy strength,  
the golden mean to keep:  
Please thou the good, and let the rest  
in scorners saddle sleep.   

Let all the rash rewards,  
not make thee ill apaid,  
Thy work shall keep thy fame alive,  
when they full low are laid.   

And children yet unborn,  
shall descant on thy deeds,  
With triple blessings to the ground,  
that bore such happy seeds.   

Grudge not to lose an inch,  
so thou mayst gain an ell:  
Fear not at all the fools reproof,  
if wisemen like thee well.   

Thou must be bought and sold,  
by difference of delights:  
Some laud the life of bloody Mars,  
some reverence carpet Knights.   

Some honour love, some loath her law,  
some music do esteem:  
Some hunt, some hawk, with several sports  
such as they dearest deem.   

Give every man his scope,  
to love what he likes best:  
Weak is the work that willing minds  
make not a welcome guest.   

Leave off thy hope to please,  
both Court and country too;  
Or else thou tak'st in hand a work,  
that Christ could never do.   

Drive from thy study sloth,  
with pain be busy still:  
So shall thy wants be all excused,  
and guarded with good wil   
FINIS.   

An Epitaph upon the death of our late Sovereign Lady, of famous memory Queen Elizableth.  

ALL dames that ever tryumpht in joy,  
With sorrowful hearts come wail ye.  
Your pleasant Songs may turn to sobbet,  
No sigh can prevail ye:  
A Diamond flower of late ye lost,  
Whose loyal heart was kept with cost,  
For ever let fame her name go boast.   

She makes me sigh when I should sleep,  
With blubbered tears lamenting,  
No earthly joy can proffered be,  
To my poor hearts contenting:  
But still, and still in sorrow I say,  
A precious pearl is turned to clay,  
Whose virtues flourished as flower in may.   

This wretched life compared may be,  
Unto the flowers springing,  
Or to the bird on lofty bush,  
That surged notes is singing:  
Yet in the minute of an hour.  
The fowler doth her breath devour,  
And life retains no longer power.   

The fragrants flower that ever did grow,  
The beauty will be fleeting,  
The bravest branch that ever did blow,  
With Sith sometime is meeting:  
The stoutest heart that ere was borne,  
Hath been disgraced and left forlorn,  
Death holds all golden gifts in scorn.   

What though her mortal shape be gone?  
Her memory rests behind her:  
Deserving praise of worthy dames,  
That many a day will mind her.  
Then though her corpses be shrined in clay,  
And death hath rest her hence away,  
Her noble fame shall live for aye.  
Virtutie excepta, concedunt omnia fato.   
FINIS.   

God save  

I In memorable brass let there be writ  
A An everlasting story of a King:  
M Marvel of men! wonder of chiefest wit!  
E Eternal glory doth to England bring.  
S So let his style be framed, and he be said,  
E England's true King, successor of a Maid.   

K Know foreign powers: England's true loyalty,  
I Is bend in service to her Sovereign King:  
N Nor shall the fierce allar'ms, nor frown of enemy  
G Give alteration, or daunted courage bring.  
O O no, she shall, first in a scarlet flood,  
F Fight to the lips, with loss of dearest blood.   

E Even as the day which first proclaimed his name,  
N Never as yet did seem to make an end:  
G Glorious with bonfires piled on stateliest frame,  
L Looked like the morning, the Sun, the night: which did pretend  
A A quiet reign, & happy to our King;  
N Near ceasing joys and his aeternizing.  
D Do therefore England, marching in stately trains,  
E England's true Leige-lord, welcome bid (King james.)   
God save King James.   

THE COPY OF the K. majesties letter to the L. Maior of the City of London, and to the Aldermen and Commons of the same.  
Trusty and well-beloved, We greet you hearty well. Being informed of your great forwardness in that just and Honourable action of proclaiming us your Sovereign Lord and King, immediately after the decease of our late dearest sister the Queen, wherein you have given a singular good proof of your ancient fidelity (a reputation hereditary to that our City of London, being the Chamber of our Jmperiall Crown, and ever free from all shadows of tumultuous and unlawful courses:) We could not omit with all the speed we might possible, to give you hereby a taste of our thankful mind for the same: And withal, assurance that you cannot crave any thing of us fit for the maintenance of you all in general, and every one of you in particular, but it shallbe most willingly performed by us, whose special care shall ever be to provide for the continuance and increase of your present happiness: Desiring you in the mean time to go constantly forward in doing all and whatsoever things you shall find necessary or expedient for the good government of our said City in execution of Justice, as you have been in use to do in our said dearest Sisters time, till our pleasure be further known unto you.  
Thus not doubting but you will do as ye may be fully assured of our gracious favour towards you in the highest degree, we bid you hearty farewell.  
Halirudhouse the 28. of March. 1603. james R.  
To our trusty and well-beloved Robert Lee L. Mayor of our City of London, and to our well-beloved the Aldermen and Commons of the same.   

England's welcome TO james by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, etc.  

Canto. 1.  

EVen as a widow having lost her spouse,  
Doth close her mourning thoughts in sable hue,  
So was't with me when I lost my repose,  
My sole defendresse having bid adieu;  
My adamantine rock, which was so true.  
For like a widow mourning for her mate,  
I hung my head, my trembling sense did shake.   

I was afraid, yet knew not what to fear,  
A chilling tremor did possess my bones;  
I l stned still, yet still I nought could hear,  
Which did augment my mourning and my moans,  
And made me sigh with many sorrowing groans.  
Musing upon my state, I heard one sing,  
Cheer up thy heart, for thou shalt have a King.   

This unexpected voice pierced through my ears,  
And made a passage to my sorrowing heart:  
Where it was mourning, circumcinct with fears,  
Lamenting woefully his masters smart,  
As one being smitten with a poisoned Dart.  
The voice amazed it, it gazed on the voice,  
The voice spoke thus, and bid my heart rejoice.   

What though thy Prince, have had a prosperous reign,  
Thou must not think for ever t'enjoy one Prince:  
What though in peace, she did thee long maintain,  
(Peace-giving God can give an other Prince,  
And he shall be a Noble virtuous Prince,  
Which shall in wealth, in love, in truth, and peace,  
Increase thy joys, increasing still, increase.   

Long mayst thou joy, and he a Prince may be,  
Whose Sceptre sways the glory of thy land:  
Whose Sunlike beams, Europe shall shining see,  
Upholding England's good with happy hand,  
Glorious adornment, of thy peaceful land;  
His states most statelike each in his degree,  
Shall graced be by his gracious Majesty.   

And he himself, graced by the Gods above,  
With learning by (joves of spring richly dight:)  
His mind hath beautified, with wisdoms love,  
Pa●las endued him: Jove whom all men dread,  
(As all men ought that mighty King to dread.)  
All other graces which could wished be,  
Hath dewed in plenty on his majesty.   

Cease to lament encounter grief with joy,  
And thou shalt quickly have the upper hand:  
joy in thy King and think it is a joy,  
To have a virtuous Prince govern thy land:  
Which shall against all foreign foes withstand:  
This having said quite vanished was the voice,  
I roused me up my heart begun t'reioyce.   

Yet still I staid, and feared it was a dream,  
Me thought it was too pleasing to be true:  
I looked about, (as gazing on a stream,  
Ones eyes are dazzled with the sliding view,  
Seeing the water here, was there but new)  
So were my eyes, I nought distinct could see:  
My eyes were in my mind, mind in my eye.   

Long had I not thus looked with mixed dint,  
When lo, I saw fast fixed on a post  
A long broad scroll, in Proclamation print,  
And Nobles names upon it were embossed,  
Which did adorn the paper, it the post,  
I started up thinking to read the names:  
When underneath I saw, God save King James.   

I trembling stood, as one was still in fear,  
I gazed about as one was still amazed:  
Until a wel-tuned concord I might hear,  
With one consent and still one name they praised,  
And still made me in fear, which was amazed.  
I drew me near to hear what they did sing,  
I heard them sing King james, God save our King.   

Then as the widow I rejoiced a fresh,  
And quite forgot the sorrow I was in:  
When she is tempt with frailty of the flesh,  
To take new husband, new joys to begin,  
And having ta'en him being trick and trim,  
As she is gladsome on her wedding day,  
So I rejoiced hearing them thus to say.   

No sooner had I with mind-casting counts,  
Pondered his title, and his true descent,  
His Noble virtues, each other to surmount:  
In highest degree, in striving conflict bend,  
His gracious wisdom and his government.  
But as the Sun ensueth still the rain,  
My heart did leap and so rejoiced again.   

No sooner had my offspring heard 'twas true,  
It had pleased God give them a gracious King,  
When each in pomp, and each in public view,  
His royal name which did this comfort bring:  
With one assent concordingly did sing,  
My greater powers in state, which state proclaims,  
With caps up thrown, God save our King, King James.   

Thus love and duty took each others parts,  
They show'd their duty in obedience,  
Love show'd it elf within th' it joyful hearts,  
(As when in love, with a self feeling sense,  
The Lover gives his love pre-eminence.)  
So did my people joyfully rejoice:  
Lauding their King with one concording voice.   

The little birds proud of this unity,  
Begun to tune their chirping silvered notes,  
The lofty trees glad of their harmony,  
Did entertain them in their new green coats,  
Sending forth music from melodious throats,  
The trees adorned the birds, the birds the trees,  
Who flocked into them (as a swarm of Bees.)   

Which lately having left their wont hive,  
Partly for novelty, and part for love:  
For love, to let the little younglings thrive:  
(Which doth in Bees a kindly nature prove)  
Themselves into some other place remove.  
Where on some bush, or clagging on some tree,  
They do remain, till they new hyved be.   

As flew the Bees in swarms, so did the birds,  
For they came flocking to thee (all hail sing trees)  
As flee the Bees, their hive, so did the birds,  
They left the ease, when past were cold degrees  
Of snowy winter, and congealed freeze.  
And singing set in trees, welcome thou spring:  
The springing happiness of (james our King.)   

Like trees, and Birds, so did Dame Tellus too,  
For she put on her natural ornaments,  
As when her lover comes her for to woo:  
She decks herself in richest compliments:  
And doth perfume her breath with sweetest scents,  
So did she now, for this was in the spring,  
And in her pride she went to meet our King.   

I gladsome was to see her loyal robe,  
Her spangled garments, and her light-some cheer;  
(As in a frosty night, within the globe  
A glorious sight of bright-some stars appear,  
Who with their twinkling stem now there, now here:  
So was her kirtle all imbrodring set,  
Hear, with a primrose: there, a violet.   

Her other ornaments be suited this,  
For she was Princelike in her chiefest prime;  
Her sweet perfumes she still did seem to kiss,  
As being glad they in so fit a time  
Came to adorn her; that in pomp and prime,  
With her delights, she might new pleasures bring,  
And be a joyance to (King james our King.)   

The modest Muses tended on her grace,  
The Graces round about her seemed to sing;  
The frisking Fairies danced their rounds apace,  
The melody was such the place did ring:  
Their Song they sung was still (God save the King.)  
Amongst the rest, I gladdest of the rest,  
Tuned up my Lute, and sung amongst the best.   
A Sonnet.  

LEt Phoebus in his brightest rays.  
Tune up Apollo's voice,  
Let mortals in these happy days  
With gladsome hearts rejoice:  
With one consent let us all say,  
Of late there happed a happy day;  
Therefore rejoice, rejoice therefore, rejoice & sing,  
For it hath pleased God to give us a King.   

Let all the true and noble hearts,  
Wherewith England abounds:  
Unto their King, of rarest parts,  
Be loyal subjects found.  
Sing they melodious harmony,  
Sing welcome, welcome heartily,  
Therefore rejoice, rejoice therefore, rejoice and sing,  
For it hath pleased God to give us a King.    

The second Canto.  

AS I was singing thus with cheerful voice,  
The Antic voice appears, which erst appeared,  
England, quoth she, seeing thou hast chiefest choice  
Of true Nobility and gallant Peers,  
Why dost forget to recompense their cares;  
Who with their wisdom and their policy,  
Kept thee in peace, being in misery.   

If that their wisdoms had not well foreseen,  
Thy dangers eminent being in distress,  
When thou hadst lost thy latest Sovereign Queen;  
Plunging in woe, wailing in wretchedness,  
Lamenting still thy late lost Governess:  
Thou mightst have fallen to some seditious hand,  
Which would have razed thy name and spoiled thy land.   

Perhaps thou mayst thus foolishly reply,  
(They knew my King had right and title good:)  
Therefore I might live in security,  
Seeing that there was no fear of shedding blood;  
The way to his succession plainly stood.  
If thou sayest thus, thou provest thyself unwise,  
For he that hath least right will soon rise.   

For he whose title is direct and plain,  
And needs no varnishing to set it out;  
And hath a spotless mind, free from disdain,  
And lives secure, not having cause to doubt,  
And fears no fearful foes, nor rascal rout;  
He soon is deceived, and soon harmed:  
For being set on, he is found unarmed.   

When as the proud, set in ambitious throne,  
Which by unsurping have obtained a crown:  
Are still in fear, never are left alone,  
But are pursued with dangers up and down,  
Biting their lips for anger, than they frown;  
Bending their brows, thinkinged a hellish thing,  
They cannot live as safe, as lawful King.   

But these I say like to a watchful snake,  
Never dare sleep but with one open eye:  
For every doubt, doth make their senses quake,  
And fear doth force them oft t'use cruelty,  
And still persever in their tyranny.  
For every bud which may but danger bring,  
They nip it off when't is in tender spring.   

Thus fear at all times, armed is with force,  
When sweet security, is still unarmed,  
And tyrants seldom ever brook remorse,  
When they may gain by others that are harmed,  
They care not who be cold, so they be warmed.  
And therefore England thou hast cause to grace,  
Those Noble Peers, which did this fear deface.   

She having said, I looked, and turned me round,  
When presently the voice that spoke was gone:  
I called a jury, and I guilty found  
Myself: which carelessly had left undone,  
Those worthy praises, which I ought t'have done.  
Unto those worthies, which proclaimed my King:  
Then took my Lute, and thus again did sing.   
A Sonnet.  

ALL those which late were wrapped in woe,  
With joyful hearts let them come sing:  
Their passed grief, and care let go,  
Let them rejoice they have a King.  
Let them say with one joyful heart,  
Virtue, and wisdom shines in Court.   

Let them give praises to our Peers,  
Which thus have sowed their wisdoms skill:  
Which have abandoned ghastly fears,  
And framed each thing even to our will.  
Let them I say with joy and mirth,  
Be gladsome of bright wisdoms birth.   

Let them give praise to policy,  
Which did forecast what should betide:  
And let them in their iollicie,  
And in the prime of all their pride,  
Give chiefest praise to chiefest wit,  
Let them annex judgement to it.   

Let them give praise unto the old,  
Whose grand experience makes them grave:  
Whose noble virtues shine like gold,  
Or sparkling Diamond glistering brave.  
Let this be sung sans flattery,  
For't longs to our Nobility.   

Long had I not thus praised my happy state,  
When I was interrupted once again;  
I than grew angry, cursing cruel fate,  
Which would not let me make my pleasures plain,  
I looked about with furious disdain.  
When I beheld (the voice) in angry wise,  
Which crying said England thou art not wise.   

Thou art as brutish now as beastly swine,  
Which under the broad Beech eats up her mast:  
Yet to the top their eyes do ne'er incline,  
Looking from whence it falls; they eat so fast;  
This simily before my eyes she cast.  
England (saith she) give but attentive ear,  
And in an other tune thou shalt me hear.    

The third Canto in a differing verse.  

THen grasping hard my conscience by the hand,  
England (quoth she) thou'rt now in happy case:  
Thou hast a virtuous King t'gouerne thy land,  
And gravest wisdom flows in every place.  
Thou dost rejoice and to them praises sing,  
Yet dost forget the giver of thy King.   

God's Son, his father's glorious shine, who reigns  
In stately throne, earths prop, heavens mighty stay;  
Whom fury's fear, and devils in dragging chains,  
Whom men, and beasts, and Angels bright obey.  
Twice borne, who as a Giant took his race,  
From heaven; was borne for thee, in stable base.   

He laid in crib new borne, thy state lamented,  
He wept for thee, yframed of lumpish clay;  
His head, which earth and haughty heaven invented,  
In stable vile on stony pillow lay.  
Thy King, heavens Queen, in homely clouts did hold,  
Not wrapped in robes be-wrought with woven gold.   

According to the law the Octane day,  
His tender flesh with knife of stone was shred:  
The ancient rite, he would not disobey;  
For thee with pain his purple blood was shed.  
He death of death, and conqueror of sin,  
Thy saving health at first did thus begin.   

Through tyrant's rage he could not rest in manger,  
Ambition powered out a bloody shower;  
He fled through deserts wild, a wandering stranger,  
Exiled to Egypt in his tender flower,  
From crib to cave he toiled to Nilus' strand,  
And thence with pain reiourned to jewish land.   

What did he here? his parents he obeys;  
He wept for thee, he watched night and day:  
With eyes and hands to heaven up-throwne he prays  
He sought no pomp, no rest, no earthly sway.  
His light, his life, his deeds did others teach,  
Until such time as he must go to preach.   

Where is his home? where is a place of rest  
Reposed for him wherein to lay his head?  
The little bird can frame a quiet nest,  
The wily Fox can haunt a resting stead.  
From crib to cross, whiles breath in him remains,  
He found no rest, but trouble, toil and pains.   

This King, thy priest, and Prince of happy peace,  
Through Jewry's land did travel too and fro:  
To cure both sick and sore, he did not cease,  
No raging storm could hinder him to go.  
Where he might work his father's worthy will,  
And with life's food might soul and body fill.   

An Angel's trump from heaven proclaimed his name  
jesus, who came lost Adam's imps to save;  
Whose wondrous acts deserves eternal fame,  
He Lazarus revived from the grave.  
Whose stinking coarse, and rotten carcase cold,  
Four days and nights was covered in the mould.   

What shall I speak of other dead, revived?  
Or make rehearsal of such objects sere?  
Of blind and lame, of sense and sight deprived,  
He made the dumb to speak, and deaf to hear.  
He, fowl infected souls from sin did cure,  
And ugly ulcered Lepers cleansed pure.   

When weltering waves, and winds would overthrow,  
The shaking ships amid the Seas ytossed:  
He caused the sturdy storms to stoop below,  
And saved ships and men like to be lost.  
He made the lame, in leaping bear his bed,  
And with five loaves, two fish, five thousand fed.   

He, water won converted into wine,  
He daunted devils, and furies put to flight,  
He for thy sake did let them strangle swine,  
He taught all sorts of men to follow light.  
His works within no leaves can be enrouled,  
The ample world his wonders cannot hold.   

Do what he could, his actions did displease,  
His worthy words incurred spotless blame:  
No Angel tongue their malice could appease,  
They forged crimes, and feigned lies did frame.  
They merciless will kill their loving King,  
Who came to shroud them under mercy's wing.   

Lost child, hell's slave, devils guest, did him betray,  
For thee, that Lamb was traitorously sold:  
The Ethnish dogs, and jews haule him away,  
They whip him bound unto a pillar cold.  
The mighty maul of death, devil, hell and sin,  
By coined lies, is falsely compassed in.   

His father's wisdom, divine truth is taken,  
God and man, heavens lamp and glorious light,  
Is of his own deciples dear forsaken,  
Is bound and led away as thief by night,  
He whipped is and beat, till from the crown,  
Tot'h ground red streams of blood distilled down.   

Stout Gedons' Trumpets kept the dreadful sound,  
His brickle Lanterns broken, shined bright:  
But Christ his trump lay smothered in the ground,  
The lamps of light and truth did lack their light.  
When jews their Master bound away had led,  
Th'Apostles into hollow caves are fled.   

Now Peter's lofty vaunts and brags are known,  
That mighty mount is rend and shaken sunder:  
A maiden's voice the fact hath overthrown,  
A Cocks third cry proclaims the rock brought under.  
That silver bell hath lost it sounding tongue,  
Which all abroad with praise the Gospel rung.   

The Lamb of God to Pilat's hall is brought,  
His doom and judgement, most unjust to have:  
Where fraud and false surmising witness sought,  
His worthy words by wresting to deprave.  
They spit through spirit upon his gracious face,  
And they with blows and buffets him disgrace.   

When Devils, hell snakes, foul fiends and furies fell,  
Had filled blasphemous jews with poison rank,  
Then they with spite, contempt and malice swell,  
Within their hearts mischievous venom sank.  
They sound these bloody words in Pilat's hall,  
We crave, nail him on cross before us all.   

They scoff at him and laugh him unto scorn,  
And him as King in purple robe array,  
They spit, they spite and crown his head with thorn,  
In jesting wise on knees all hail they say,  
They force him also bear a heavy cross,  
Tot'h place where he redeemed Adam's loss.   

They hoist him up upon a filthy mount,  
On cross both hand and foot they fixed sure:  
Betwixt two thieves whose worse they him account,  
Where he most bitter torments did endure,  
If all the martyrs pains were put in one,  
They all to this should be esteemed none.   

He thirsting on the cross man's soul to save,  
Did fainting seem, to them for drink to call:  
They dreaming that indeed he drink would have,  
In place thereof did proffer bitter gall.  
Thus served they him, who suffered for thy sake,  
The Lord of all who heaven and earth did make.   

When this was done he yielded up the Ghost,  
His soul he to his father did commend:  
He offered up himself a sacred host,  
And so his glorious passion made an end.  
All this he did for thee, yet thou unkind,  
Hast almost razed him quite out of thy mind.   

When as the voice ended her long discourse,  
She gave me leave a little for to pause:  
Then having stood a while, quite out of course  
Was every thing and I the chiefest cause.  
Nature quite out of course, to check my course,  
Neglect her work, to work in me remorse.   

Then like a child which having done amiss,  
Doth trembling stand in fear of masters rod:  
So did I then: and gladly seemed to kiss  
The very path where I might praise my God.  
And as the child doth wish the deed undone,  
So did I wish I had with him begun.   

The voice which then did lately seem to chide,  
Did change her chant, and did new comforts bring:  
Saying oh England thou hast time and tide,  
As yet remaining for to praise heavens King  
Take time byth' bush that grows upon his brow  
For that being passed, thou canst not take him now.   

And if thou slip'st him now, farewell my hope,  
Thou shalt not have occasion like to this,  
Not God knows when) wherein will be such scope,  
And cause of comfort, where nothing is amiss.  
Having wisdoms wealth virtues flourishing,  
Which makes thee happy through thy grave wise King.   

Therefore to God, which thus hath been thy stay,  
All honour give, praise him eternally:  
With hands and heart up-throwne see thou dost pray,  
Give triple laud unto his Majesty.  
Give praise to God the giver of thy King,  
In glorying him, thou praiseth still thy King.   

Then cease to praise, and pray an other space,  
That God may grant him long and happy days:  
And prosper all his virtues with his grace,  
That all the world may testify his praise.  
And that he'll send such wisdom from above,  
That thou mayst him in duty serve, he thee in love.   

This having said, England (said she) adieu,  
Think on my words, be sure when I am gone:  
Give God the praise, and thou shalt never rue;  
For all ensuing dangers coming on,  
He of his mercy will keep from thy King,  
If thou to him dost only glory sing.   

With that I heard celestial harmony,  
The voice departed strait into the air;  
To heaven I think, for it was heavenly,  
Sweet of all sweets, and fairest of all fair.  
Then I remembering what the voice had bod,  
Sung these thankes-givings to my living God.   
A Song of thanksgiving.  

GOds name be glorified,  
who with his heavenly might:  
Hath hell, in chief and top of pride,  
put to a shameful flight.  
Who sent his only Son,  
man's sinful soul to save:  
Which here on earth a race did run,  
(to sin) a serving slave.   

All glory be to God,  
which in my widowhood:  
Sent me a husband and a King,  
to cheer my sorrowing mood.  
I humbly therefore pray,  
with praises to thy name:  
That he directly so may live,  
his deeds may merit fame.   

power down thy heavenly dew,  
guard him with gifts of grace:  
And triple all his former years,  
to guide his Princely Mace.  
Place truth amongst his train,  
confound all traitorous minds:  
Amongst the commons plant true zeal,  
to do as duty binds.   

And lastly on my knees,  
I pray my heavenly God:  
From worthy james and from his Realm,  
to stay his wrathful rod.  
God save King james.    
FINIS.