Classic Poem

True Britaines to their Prince.

V NTO the Highst we are enforc'd to giue
Numbers of names His nature so to show;
But all come short of that we do beleeue
Is due to Him for Whome all natures flowe
So thou His image, whome a god He stiles,
(That giues no name that Nature doth reject)
We name by diuers kingly names, the whiles
Thy nature farre surmounts them in effect
And if the minde doth shew her rightest face
In glasses of the eyes (as some auouche)
Then is thy greatnesse lesser then thy grace;
Though to thy greatnesse greatest peeres do crouche:
Then greatest branch of Highnes' highest tree,
Thou being our prince we must great Britaines bee.