TO HIS EXCELLENCE RICHARD Earl of ARRAN etc. LORD DEPUTY of IRELAND,  
A POEM.  
— Nec deficit alter  
Aureus, & simili frondescit virga metallo.  
DUBLIN, Printed at His Majesty's Printing-House for Joseph Wild Bookseller in Castle-Street. 1682.   

To His Excellence Richard Earl of Arran, Lord Deputy of Ireland: On the occasion of His Grace James Duke of Ormonde etc. Lord Lieutenant of the same, (His father 's) going for England, And leaving the Government to him.  

HEnce the nice Wits that are so squeamish grown,  
Nothing will down with them, but what 's their own:  
It has been said (yet taxed) I frieze, and burn,  
And the same instant, both rejoice, and mourn  
And why (I pray) mayn't different notes agree?  
Take away discords, where's the Harmony?   

Both are met here: We mourn, one Sun gone East,  
And joy, Another rising in the West:  
Such— such, as had the Ancient Persian  
Viewed the Parelia, this double Sun  
Had made him stagger at the smart surprise,  
Nor yet resolved, divide his sacrifice.   

'Tis now past twenty times since th' Ormonde stem  
First branched itself in such a Princely Beam;  
And may it yet increase; and multiply  
Its scattered rays, into a Galaxy.   

Spread-Eagles join in body; Lucifer,  
And Vesper, are the same alternate Star:  
The Elements, Castor and Pollux too,  
Relieve each other, and in that, still new.   

Nature had never made a second day,  
Without a night's repose; that short allay,  
Stamped us another, and that timely care  
Stepped in, and saved the Infant-World's despair.   

And now, 'tis but a day from Sun, to Sun;  
The one takes up, the other, holds it on:  
Seasons, to Seasons give a fresh supply;  
The year absolved, comes the Epiphany.   

Such Your most noble Father (Sirs) with you;  
He closes one, and you, begin the new:  
And, be his Motions, yours, I'll boldly say,  
The Sun withdrew, and yet We lost no day.   
J. Wilson.