The mutuall enterchanges of your Loves,
May teach affection to the Turtle-doves:
And, such as are, with goodly sights, delighted,
May see in You, all Excellence united.
You, Sir, who beare Ioves Thunders in your Fist,
And, (shake this Ilands Empire, when You list)
Did never in your Orbe, a Tempest move,
But, by the Beautious Mistresse of your Love
It might be calm'd. And, in your lofty Spheare,
Most lovely Qveene, Your Motions ever, were