The last are only in your breast included:
Subjects’ griefs known, are ne’er from you secluded;
From your most gracious grant we therefore pray,
That the fair sunshine of your brightest day,
Would smile upon your city, whose clear beams
Exhale the troubles of our former streams;
Let not, O Powerful Prince, our ancient state,
For one man’s will, to be depopulate!
Tho’ one seeks our undoing, yet to you,
All our hearts pray, and all our knees shall bow;