Here you will find the Poem An Ode To The King, At His Returning From Scotland To The Queen, After His Coronation There of poet Sir Henry Wotton
Rouse up thy self, my gentle Muse, Though now our green conceits be gray, And yet once more do not refuse To take thy Phrygian Harp, and play In honour of this chearful Day. Make first a Song of Joy and Love, Which chastely flame in Royal Eyes; Then tune it to the Spheres above When the benignest Stars do rise, And sweet Conjunctions grace the Skies. To this let all good Hearts resound, While Diadems invest his Head: Long may he live, whose Life doth bound More then his Laws, and better Lead By high Example, then by Dread. Long may He round about Him see His Roses and His Lillies bloom: Long may His only Dear and He Joy in Ideas of their own, And Kingdoms Hopes so timely sown; Long may they both contend to prove, That best of Crowns is such a Love.
