I. On the Duke of York’s birth

Behold the silent night with happy birth Of Charles his second sonne crownes the glad earth;

Darkness it self discovers such a light,

As makes the night a day, the day more bright. The stars peep’d forth and pale with envy SEE To see a star greater than them below.

Ffor were their number with Charles ofspring even, Earth wouid wax proud and thinke itselfe a heaven.

Wee saw a light, and guesst it Cynthia’s ray; But ’twas a bonfire in the Milky Way.

- Wee thought it rain’d, but Jove our gladness knew,

And sent downe nectar, or some better dew.

We admir’d the storme; ‘twas that our joys might bee

Common to all the windes themselves were free. Him safely käl (if any such you meete)

Whose heart’s less fil’d with bonfire then the streete.

Lett every oake sweat rich falernian wine,

And grow incorporate with his wife the vine.

Let Autumne Know noe fruits but such as dare With the Hesperian apples to compare. ‘ With milke and oyle let every river flow,

If Nature, loath to loose-her workes, would show Some water still, let it such Vertue bring:

As poets please to give the Thespian spring.

Since bounteous Heaven meanes with the blest increase

Of Charles his ishew to establish peace, And make Astraea stay, our joyes shall win Nature, and call the Goulden Age again.

IT. De felici partu Reginae Mariae (1637).

Dum more antiquo jejunia festa coluntur, Et populum pascit relligiose fames;

Quinta beat nostram soboles formosa Mariam; Penè iterum nobis, laete December ades.

Ite, quibus lusum Bacchüsque Cerèsque ministrant, Et risum vitis lachryma rubra movet.

Nos sine laetitiæ strepitu, sine murmure læti : Ipsa dies novit vix sibi verba dari.

Cum corda arcanâ saltant festiva chorea, Cur pede vel tellus trita frequente sonet ?

Quidve bibat Regi, quam perdit turba, salutem ? Sint mea pro tanto sobria vota viro.

Crede mihi, non sunt, non sunt ea gaudia vera, Quæ fiunt pompa gaudia vera sua.

Vicisti tandem, vicisti, casta Maria; Cedit de sexu Carolus ipse suo.

A te sic vinci magnus quam gaudeat ille !