From my Devotions yonder am I come,
Drawne by a neerer and more glorious Sun.
Hayle ô ye sacred Lights; who doe inspire
More than yond holy and eternall Fire.
A forreine Court lands here upon your Shore,
By shewing its owne worth to shew yours more:
Set here as Saphires are by your Queen's veines,
Not to boast Colour, but confesse their staynes.
No matter now for Art, you make all fit;
Your Presence being still beyond all wit.
Whiles by such Majesty our Scene is drest,
You come both th'Entertainer and the Guest.