Classic Poem

To the Queene.

Now that your Princely Birth, Great Queen's so showne,
That both Yeares may well clayme it as their owne,
That by this Early Budding we must hate
Times past, and thinke the spring fell out too late,
Corrected now by You: We aemulous too
Bring forth, and with more pangs perhaps then You.
Our Birth takes life, and speech at once, whom we
Have charged here to want no Dictionary:
The former tongue's as hearty and as true;
But that's Your Courts, this onely meant to You.