On New-years day 1640. To the KING.

AWake (great Sir) the Sun shines heer,
Gives all Your Subjects a New-yeer,
Onely we stay till you appear,
For thus by us Your Power is understood,
He may make fair days, You must make them good.
Awake, awake,
and take
Such Presents as poor men can make,
They can adde little unto blisse
who cannot wish.

May no ill vapour cloud the skie,
Bold storms invade the Soveraigntie,
But gales of joy, so fresh, so high;
That You may think Heav'n sent to try this year
What sayl, or burthen, a Kings mind could bear.
Awake, awake, &c.

May all the discords in Your State
(Like those in Musick we create)
Be govern'd at so wise a rate,
That what would of it self sound harsh, or fright,
May be so temper'd that it may delight.
Awake, awake, &c.

What Conquerors from battels find,
Or Lovers when their Doves are kind,
Take up henceforth our Masters mind,
Make such strange Rapes upon the place, 't may be
No longer joy there, but an extasie.
Awake, awake, &c.

May every pleasure and delight
That has or does your sence invite
Double this year, save those o'th night:
For such a Marriage-bed must know no more
Then repetition of what was before.
Awake, awake,
and take
Such Presents as poor men can make,
They can add little unto blisse
who cannot wish.