Jove

DElight of heaven, sole honour of the earth,
Jove (courting thine Ascendant) at thy birth
Proclaimed thee a King, and made it true,
That to thy worth great Monarchies are due;
He gave thee what was good, and what was great,
What did belong to love, and what to state,
Rare gifts whose ardors burne the hearts of all,
Like tinder when flints atoms on it fall.
The Tramontane which thy faire course directs,
Thy Counsels shall approve by their effects;
Justice kept low by Giants, wrongs, and jars,
Thou shalt relieve, and crown with glistering stars,
Whom nought save Law of force could keep in awe,
Thou shalt turne Clients to the force of Law,
Thou Armes shalt brandish for thine own defence,
Wrongs to repell, and guard weake innocence,
Which to thy last effort thou shalt uphold,
As Oake the Ivy which it doth enfold;
All overcome, at last thy selfe orecome,
Thou shalt make passion yield to reasons doome:
For smiles of fortune shall not raise thy mind,
Nor shall disasters make it ere declin'd,
True shonour shall reside within thy Court,
Sobriety and Truth there still resort;
Keep promis'd faith, thou shalt all treacheries
Detest, and fawning Parasites despise,
Thou, others to make rich, shalt not make poore
Thy selfe, but give, that thou mayst still give more;
Thou shalt no Paranymph raise to high Place,
For frizl'd locks, quaint pace, or painted face;
On gorgeous rayments, womanizing toyes,
The works of wormes, and what a Moth destroyes.
The Maze of fooles, thou shalt no treasure spend,
Thy charge to immortality shall tend,
Raise Pallaces, and Temples vaulted high,
Rivers o're arch, of Hospitality
And Sciences the ruin'd Innes restore,
With Walls and Ports incircle Neptunes shore,
To new-found worlds thy Fleets make hold their course,
And find of Canada the unknown Sourse,
People those Lands which passe Arabian fields
In fragrant Woods and Muske which Zephire yeelds;
Thou fear'd of none, shalt not thy People feare,
Thy Peoples love thy Greatnesse shall up-reare,
Still rigour shall not shine, and mercy lower,
What Love can do thou shalt not do by Power;
New and vast Taxes thou shalt not extort,
Load heavy those thy bounty should support,
Thou shalt not strike the Hinge nor Master Beame
Of thine Estate, but errours in the same
By harmelesse Justice graciously reforme,
Delighting more in calme than roaring storme;
Thou shalt governe in Peace as did thy Sire,
Keep, save thine own, and Kingdomes new acquire,
Beyond Alcides Pillars, and those bounds
Where Alexander gain'd the Easterne Crowns,
Till thou the greatest be amongst the Greats;
Thus Heavens ordaine, so have decreed the Fates.