I cannot bring my muse to drop her vies
'Twixt Cotswold, and the Olympic exercise:
But I can tell thee, Dover, how thy games
Renew the glories of our blessed James:
How they do keep alive his memory;
With the glad country, and posterity:
How they advance true love, and neighbourhood,
And do both Church, and commonwealth the good,
In spite of hypocrites, who are the worst
Of subjects; let such envy, till they burst.