We doe presume our duty to no eare
Will better sound, then Yours, who most did feare.
We know Your busie eye perus'd the Glasse,
And chid the lazy Sands as they did passe:
We know no houre stole by with silent wing,
But heard one Sigh dispatch'd unto your King.
We know His faith too; how that other faces
Were view'd as Pictures onely; how their graces
Did in this onely call His eye, that seene
They might present some parcell of his Queene.
You were both maym'd, whiles sever'd; none could find
Whole Majesty: y'are perfect, when thus joyn'd.
We doe not thinke this Absence can adde more
Flames, but call forth those that lay hid before:
As when in thirsty flowers, a gentle dew
Awakes the sent which slept, not gives a new.
As for our Ioy, 'tis not a suddaine heat
Starts into Noyse; but 'tis as true, as great:
We will be try'd by Yours: For we dare striue
Here, and acknowledge no Prerogatiue.
We then proclaime this Triumph be as bright,
And large to all, as was your Marriage-night.
Cry we a second Hymen then, and sing,
Whiles You receiue the Husband, Wee the King.