Nisi desuper: To my dread Soveraigne IAMES, King of great BRITAINE

A SECRET arme out stretched from the skie,
In double chaine a Diadem doth hold:
Whose circlet boundes, the greater BRITANNIE,
From conquered FRAVNCE, to THVLE sung of old:
Great IAMES, whose name beyond the INDE is told:
To GOD obliged so by two-fold band,
As borne a man, and Monarch of this land.

Thus since on heauen, thou wholly dost depend:
And from aboue thy Crowne, and being hast:
With malice vile, in vaine doth man intend,
T'vnloose the knot that GOD hath link't so fast:
Who shoot's at heaven, the arrow downe at last
Lightes on his head: and vengeance fall on them,
That make their marke, the Soveraigne Diadem.