Good morrow to ye yeare;
And to ye King good years;
And to ye Queene Eternal Spring
The sun’s at dore [?dawn] his horses on ye coach,
Only to you Great Sir dos first approach
Desyring still more glorious to appear
Would[?] bee yr Legate to ye world this yeare
Hee’s an envoye yt still can goe on his way
Ye Bring his Intelligence Every day;
Hee says hee will shine on you and yr queene,
To ye French and ye dutch will scarsly bee seene
Not fearing for all ye Astrologers tricks
To Baffle ye Starrs of Sixty Six
Not fearing for all ye Astrologers tricks
To Baffle ye Starrs of Sixty Six
Hee’l kisse ye Infant King of spaine
And peace wth Portugall obtaine,
Will joine his Influence wth ye moon
This year to give ye Queen a son;
Will audience crave of mighty Jove,
This fowle Contation[?Contagion] to Remove
Flow’rs vines and corne shall bee
Ye Livery of this Embassy
Let us before this Sun fall downe
Who joynes yr Scepter wth his owne
And will imploy his utmost pow’r
That in his Round Hee view no ground
But what is yours Returning still
Wth Laurel in his Raies,
To greet you wth new Crownes on new year’s days on new year’s days
Returning still wth Laurell in his Raies
To greet you wth new Crown’s on new year’s days
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