To the Prince PALATINE.
THe fame (braue Prince) of wonders in our Ile,
Sprung from the Thames, astonished the Rhine;
That all Rhines dainties in thine eyes seem'd vile,
To view those wonders that were thought divine,
Which when thou crost the raging Seas to see
This Ile a litle Heaven did seeme to bee.
Where three great lights all in a spheare did shine,
From one great maine light borrowing their aspects,
No cloud came nigh to crosse th'eclipticke line,
They by his rayes, he bright by their reflects.
On whom shin'd backe the beames from all the three,
Like Rivers paying tribute to the Sea.
But at thy comming came those dire defects,
That dim'd the greatest light that grac'd our day,
And thou to breed a second sadde eclipse,
Would lead the second of the two away.
Yet doe great Prince, for what thou mean'st to do,
Is but t'jngraft another with the two,
That three (though sundred) yet may no lesse shine,
O're all the bounds betwixt the Thames and Rhine.
FINIS.