Classic Poem

Most mighty King, and Most gratious Queene:

The rites and Worship are both old, but you
Have pleas'd to make both Priest and People new.
The same Sun in yon Temple doth appeare;
But they'are your Rayes, which give him lustre here.
That Fire hath watch'd e're since; but it hath been
Onely Your gentler breath that kept it in.
Things of this nature scarce survive that night
That gives them Birth; they perish in the sight;
Cast by so far from after-life, that there
Is scarce ought can be said, but that they were,
Some influence yet may crosse this fate; what You
Please to awaken must still come forth new.
And though the untouch'd Virgin Flow'r doth bring
The true and native Dowrys of the Spring;
Yet some desires there are perhaps, which doe
Affect that Flower chaf'd and sully'd too:
For in some bosomes stucke, it comes from thence
Double-perfum'd, and deeper strikes the Sense.
And we are bid plead this; fore-seeing how
That which was fresh ere-while may languish now.
Things twice seene loose; but when a King or Queene
Commands a second sight, they're then first seene.