Eye  of  our  western  world,  Mais-daunting  King,
With  whose  renown  the  earth's  seven  climates  ring,
Thy  deeds  not  only  claim  these  diadems,
To  which  Thame,  Liffey,  Tay,  subject  their  streams,  250
But  to  thy  virtues  rare,  and  gifts,  is  due
All  that  the  planet  of  the  year  doth  view  :
Sure,  if  the  world  above  did  want  a  prince,
The  world  above  to  it  would  take  thee  hence.
That  murder,  rapine,  lust,  are  fled  to  hell,  255

And  in  their  rooms  with  us  the  Graces  dwell,
That  honour  more  than  riches  men  respect,
That  worthiness  than  gold  doth  more  effect,


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That  piety  unmasked  shows  her  face,

That  innocency  keeps  with  power  her  place,  2,30

That  long-exil'd  Astrea  leaves  the  heaven,

And  useth  right  her  sword,  her  weights  holds  even,

That  the  Saturnian  world  is  come  again,

Are  wish'd  effects  of  thy  most  happy  reign.
That  daily  peace,  love,  truth,  delights  increase,        255

And  discord,  hate,  fraud,  with  encumbers  cease,

That  men  use  strength  not  to  shed  others'  blood,

But  use  their  strength  now  to  do  other  good,

That  fury  is  enchain'd,  disarmed  wrath,

That,  save  by  nature's  hand,  there  is  no  death,         270

That  late  grim  foes  like  brothers  other  love,

That  vultures  prey  not  on  the  harmless  dove,

That  wolves  with  lambs  do  friendship  entertain,

Are  wish'd  effects  of  thy  most  happy  reign.
