Classic Poem

Here, what your sacred influence begat
(Most lou'd, and most respected Maiesty)
With humble heart, and hand, I consecrate
Vnto the glory of your memory:
As being a piece of that solemnity,
Which your Magnificence did celebrate
In hallowing of those roofes (you rear'd of late)
With fires and chearefull hospitality;
Whereby, and by your splendent Worthines,
Your name shall longer liue then shall your walls:
For, that faire structure goodnesse finishes,
Beares off all change of times, and neuer falls.
And that is it hath let you in so farre
Into the heart of England as you are.
And worthily; for neuer yet was Queene
That more a peoples loue haue merited
By all good graces, and by hauing beene
The meanes our State stands fast established
And blest by yoru blest wombe: who are this day
The highest-borne Queene of Europe , and alone
Haue brought this land more blessings euery way,
Then all the daughters of strange Kings haue done.
For, / we by you no claimes, no quarrells haue,
No factions, no betraying of affaires:
You do not spend our blood, nor states, but saue:
You strength vs by alliance, and your haires.
Not like those fatall marriages of France ,
For whom this Kingdome hath so dearely paid,
Which onely our afflictions did aduance:
And brought vs farre more miseries, then aid.
Renowned Denmarke , that hast furnished
The world with Princes, how much do we owe
To thee for this great good thou didst bestow,
Whereby we are both blest, and honoured?
Thou didst not so much hurt vs heretofore,
But now thou hast rewarded vs farre more.
But what do I on this high subiect fall
Here, in the front of this low Pastorall?
This a more graue, and spacious roome requires
To shew your glory, and my deepe desires.