Of the Princes iourney

The happy ship that carries from the Land
Great Britaines ioy, before she knowes her losse,
Is rul'd by him, who can the waues command.
No enuious stormes a quiet passage crosse:
See how the water smiles, the winde breathes faire,
The cloudes restraine their frownes, their sighes, their teares,
As if the Musicke of the whisp'ring ayre
Should tell the Sea what precious weight it beares.
A thousand vowes and wishes driue the sayles
Vuith gales of safety to the Neustrian shore.
The Ocean trusted with this pledge, bewailes
That it such wealth must to the Earth restore:
Then France receiuing with a deare imbrace
This Northerne Starre, though clouded and disguis'd,
Beholds some hidden vertue in his face,
And knowes he is a Iewell highly priz'd.
Yet there no pleasing sights can make him stay;
For like a Riuer sliding to the Maine,
He hastes to find the period of his way,
And drawne by loue, drawes all our hearts to Spaine