Distantia iungo

NOR may my Muse greate Duke, with prouder saile,
Ore-passe your name, your birth, and best deserts:
But lowly strike, and to these cullors vaile,
That make ye yet belou'd in forrein partes,
In memorie of those disioined heartes:
Of two great kingdomes, whom your grandsire wrought,
Till Buckle-like, them both in one he brought.

Mild Peace heerein, to make amendes againe,
Ordaines your daies ye shall dispend in rest,
While Horror bound, in hundred-double chaine,
At her faire feete, shall teare her snakie crest,
And Mars in vaine, with Trumpet sterne molest
Our Muse, that shll her losiest numbers frame,
To eternize your STEWARTS Roiall name.