Endymion

THat heretofore to thy heroick mind
Hopes did not answer as they were design'd:
O do not thinke it strange, Times were not come,
And these faire stars had not pronounc'd their doome:
The Destinies did on that day attend,
When to this Northerne Region thou should lend
Thy cheerfull presence, and charg'd with Renown,
Set on thy brows the Caledonian Crown;
Thy vertues now thy just desire shall grace,
Sterne Chance shall change, and to Desert give place;
Let this be known to all the Fates, admit
To their grave Counsell, and to every wit
That courts Heavens inside; this let Sibills know,
And those mad Corybants who dance and glow
On Dindimus high tops with frantick fire:
Let this be known to all Apollo's Quire,
And People let it not be hid from you,
What Mountaines noyse, and flouds proclaime as true:
Whereever Fame abroad his praise shall ring,
All shall observe, and serve this blessed King.