If those Wombs blessed be, from whom proceedes
A world of blessings to the World accurst;
Or if that gracious be, that Graces breedes,
To make Men gracious, being at the worst;

O then how blest and gracious is thy Wombe ,
Deere Daughter, Sister, Wife vnto a King!
Wherein Heaven wrought (as in a sacred roome )
Strong Props of peace , which blest Time forth did bring.

Vnto a Mother-maide we all are bound,
For bringing forth our Soule's preservatiue;
Who, for the same, is Queene in Heaven Crownd;
And, sith thou bring'st our Corpes conservatiue,
We must crown thee in Earth , or els, we should
Doe otherwise then Saints & Angels would.
Your Highnesse most humbly devoted Vassall