Of his Maiesties vow for the felicity of my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham

See what a full and certaine blessing flowes
From him, that vnder God the Earth commands
For Kings are Types of God, and by their hands
A world of gifts and honours he bestowes:
The hopeful tree thus blest securely growes,
Amidst the waters in a firtile ground;
And shall with leaues, & flowres, & fruites be crown'd,
Abundant dew on it the Planter throwes.
You are this Plant, my Lord, and must dispose
Your noble soule, those blossomes to receiue;
Which euer to the roote of Vertue cleaue,
As our Apollo by his skill foreshowes:
Our Salomon, in wisedome, and in peace,
Is now the Prophet of your faire increase.