Sic pacem habemus: To the High and mightie IAMES, King of greate Britaine

TWOO Lions stout the Diadem vphold,
Of famous Britaine, in their armed pawes:
The one is Red, the other is of Gold,
And one their Prince, their sea, their land and lawes;
Their loue, their league: whereby they still agree,
In concord firme, and friendly amitie.

BELLONA henceforth bounde in Iron bandes,
Shall kisse the foote of mild triumphant PEACE,
Nor Trumpets sterne, be heard within their landes;
Envie shall pine, and all old grudges cease:
Braue Lions, since, your quarrell's lai'd aside,
On common foe, let now your force be tri'de.