Her handmaid Thetis daily walks the round
About thy Delos, that no force it wound;
Then when thou left'st it, and abroad didst stray,
Dear pilgrim, she did strew with flowers thy way;
And, turning foreign force and counsel vain,
Thy guard and guide return'd thee home again;
To thee she kingdoms, years, bliss did divine,
Quailing Medusa's grim snakes with her shine.
Beneath thy reign Discord (fell mischief's forge,
The bane of people, state and kingdom's scourge),
Pale Envy (with the cockatrice's eye,
Which seeing kills, but seen doth forthwith die),
Malice, Deceit, Rebellion, Impudence,

Beyond the Garamants shall pack them hence,
With every monster that thy glory hates :
Thus Heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates.

ENDYMION.

THAT heretofore to thy heroic mind

Hopes did not answer as they were design'd,

O do not think it strange: times were not come,

And these fair stars had not pronounc'd their doom. The Destinies did on that day attend,

When to this northern region thou shouldst lend Thy cheerful presence, and, charged with renown, Set on thy brows the Caledonian crown.

Thy virtues now thy just desire shall grace,

Stern chance shall change, and to desert give place.

Let this be known to all the Fates, admit

To their grave counsel, and to every wit
That courts Heaven's inside: this let Sibyls know,
And those mad Corybants who dance and glow
On Dindimus' high tops with frantic fire:
Let this be known to all 'Apollo's choir,
And People: let it not be hid from you,

What mountains' noise and floods proclaim as true:
Wherever Fame abroad his praise shall ring,

All shall observe, and serve this blessed King.

The End of King CHARLES's Entertainment at Edinburgh, 1633.

THE

SONG OF THE MUSES AT PARNASSUS.

Ar length we see those eyes,

Which cheer both earth and skies;

Now, ancient Caledon,

Thy beauties heighten, richest robes put on,

And let young joys to all thy parts arise.

Here, could thy Prince still stay,
Each month should turn to May;

We need nor star, nor sun,

Save him, to lengthen days, and joys begun :
Sorrow and Night to far climes haste away

Now majesty and love

Combin'd are from above;

Prince never sceptre sway'd,

Lov'd subjects more, of subjects more obey'd,
Which may endure whilst heaven's great orbs do

move.

Joys, did you always last,

Life's spark you soon would waste;

Grief follows sweet delight,

As day is shadowed by sable night,

Yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past.

EPIGRAM.

ILLUSTRIOUS top bough of heroic stem,
Whose head is crown'd with glory's anadem,
My shallow muse, not daring to draw near
Bright Phoebus' burning flames in his career;
Yet knowing surely that Apollo shines
Upon the dunghill, as in golden times;
And knowing this, the bounty of best kings
To mark the giver, not the gifted things,
Doth boldly venture, in this pompous throng,
To greet thy greatness with a welcome song:
And with the pye doth Ave Cæsar sing,
While graver wits doe greater offerings bring.

PASTORAL ELEGY

ON THE

DEATH OF S. A. A.