Com all ye Nymphs and evrey Swaine
To dresse the Grove and strowe the Plaine
Lett nature all her sweets displaye
Bright Gloriana cums to day
Young Pious beautyfull and wise
Above all prais doos prais dispise.
Such wonders modestey does ware
As naked truth she can not bare.
For still she doubts wee worshipe more
the stamp of Greatnesse than the Ore
Tho she to power dos nothinge ow
Since from her selfe the Glory flow
which all discerne, yet if Commend
for blushing vertue wee offend
which darts out such inforcing Rays
As most Divinity betrays.