On the Anniuersary day of his Maiesties reigne ouer England, March the 24. written at the beginning of his twentieth yeere

The world to morrow celebrates with mirth
The ioyfull peace betweene the heau'n & earth:
To day let Britaine praise that rising light,
Whose titles her diuided parts vnite.
The time since safety triumph'd ouer feare,
Is now extended to the twenti'th yeere.
Thou happy yeere with perfect number blest,
O slide as smooth and gentle as the rest:
That when the Sunne dispersing from his head,
The clouds of Winter on his beauty spred,
Shall see his Equinoctiall point againe,
And melt his dusky maske to fruitfull raine,
He may be loth our Climate to forsake,
And thence a patterne of such glory take,
That he would leaue the Zodiake, and desire
To dwell foreuer with our Northerne fire.