At the end of his Maiesties first yeere: Sonnet first

Your Royall Father Iames, the Good and Great,
Proclaim'd in March, when first we felt the Spring
A World of blisse did to our Iland bring:
And at his Death he made his yeeres compleate,
Although three dayes he longer held his seate,
Then from that houre when he reioyc'd to sing,
Great Brittaine torne before, enioyes a King:
Who can the periods of the Starres repeate?
The Sunne, who in his annuall circle takes
A dayes full quadrant from th'ensuing yeere,
Repayes it in foure yeeres, and equall makes
The number of the dayes within his Spheare:
Iames was our earthly Sunne, who call'd to Heau'n,
Leaues you his Heire, to make all fractions eu'n.