To the High and Mighty Prince, Charles, Palatine of the Rhine

Chacing about the world in hot pursuit,
Ha what my muse hath found; sheele not be mute,
According to your worthinesse to shew,
Rightly to all the world; what herein due,
Lustrously fulgent, shineth forth so cleare ,
Expressing you to be of Heaven a Peere:
Such cleare resplendant vertues in you shine;

Proclaime your highnesse for a Prince Divine.
Reade who your soule shall, a most cleare bright mind;
Ingeniously confesse I, he shall finde:
Nothing but clearenesse shining to the eye,
Clearely descended from high Majesty,
Expressing, as you are, a Prince most cleare

Elected, so your highnesse doth appeare,
Lustring electian by your clearenesse such,
Every one dares not sir, your praise to touch:
Cleare and Elected Prince, Elector too,
That high great Honours alwaies doe ensue,
On as I search, on I may further passe,
Reaching your merits I m'e too weake alas.

Passing along, you ripe I doe discry,
And reached now unto Maturity,
Like to a Plant that ripened is by yeares,
And many numbers of them onitbeares.
Thus so a Plant you are, yet ripe you be,
Into full age attained now we see:
Nor may you cease, elect, cleere ripe plant being,
Ever till fully ripe , to Heaven y'are fleeing.
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