On the Birth of the Young Prince Charles

When private men gett sonnes they get a spoone,
Without ecclypse, or any starr at noone:
When kings gett sonnes, they get withall supplyes
And succours, farr beyond all subsedyes.
Wellcome, Gods loane! thou tribute to the State,
Thou mony newly coyn’d, thou fleete of plate!
Thrice happy childe! whome God thy father sent
To make him rich without a parliament!