Auspice coelo

MOST Christian King, if yet hast turn'd away,
Those kindly rivers, from thy royall eies
For Fathers losse, this little view I pray
Our Muse reserues from his late Exequies:
The least of littles, yea though lesse it be,
It's thine, and signe, of her loues loyaltie.

Which, wheresoe're presented to thy view,
(For all thinges teach vs) thinke a heavenly mind
Is meant vnto thee, by that cullour Blew,
The Gold, the golden plentie thou dost find;
The number of thy Heaven-sent Lillies, three,
Is concord's ground, the sweetest harmonie.