Saturne

TO faire hopes to give reines now is it time,
And soare as high as just desires may climbe;
O Halcyonian, cleare, and happy Day,
From sorry Wights let sorrow flie away,
And vexe Antartick Climes, great Brittaines woes
Vanish, for joy now in her Zenith glows;
The old Lucadian Syth-bearing Sire
(Though cold) for thee feeles flames of sweet desire;
And many lustres at a perfect height,
Shall keep thy Scepters Majesty as bright
And strong in power and glory every way,
As when thy peerelesse Parent did it sway,
Ne're turning wrinkled in times endlesse length,
But one in her first beauty, youthfull strength,
Like thy rare mind, which stedfast as the Pole
Still fixed stands, however Spheares do role;
More, to inhaunce with favours this thy Raigne,
His age of gold he shall restore againe,
Love, Justice, Honour, Innocence renew,
Mens sprights with white simplicity indue,
Make all to live in plenties ceaselesse store
With equall shares, none wishing to have more;
No more shall cold the Plough-mens hopes beguile,
Skies shall on Earth with lovely glances smile;
Which shall untill'd each flow'r and herb bring forth,
And Lands to Gardens turne of equall worth,
Life (long) shall not be thrall'd to mortall dates,
Thus heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates.