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Song to the Queene at the Maske at Court, Nov. 2.17
ОглавлениеMighty Princes of a fruitfull land,
In whose riche bosome stored bee
Wisdome and care, treasures that free
Vs from all feare; thus with a bounteous hand
You serue the world which yett you doe commaund.
Most gracious Queene, wee tender back
Our lynes as tributes due,
Since all whereof wee all partake
Wee freely take from you.
Blessed Goddess of our hopes increase,
Att whose fayre right hand
Attend Justice and Grace,
Both which commend
True beauties face;
Thus doe you neuer cease
To make the death of warr the life of peace.
Victorious Queene, soe shall you liue
Till Tyme it selfe must dye,
Since noe Tyme euer can depriue
You of such memory.