Classic Poem

III.
The Kings Good-night .
Welcome, welcome, King of guests
With thy Princely traine,
With joyfull Triumphs and with Feasts
Be welcom'd home againe.
Frolicke mirth,
The soule of earth,
Shall watch for thy delight:
Knees shall bend
From friend to friend
While full cups doe thee right:
And so, great King, good-night.

Welcome, welcome as the Sunne
When the night is past:
With us the day is now begunne,
May it for ever last.
Such a morne
Did nere adorne
The Roses of the East,
As the North
Hath now brought forth:
The Northerne morne is best.
And so, best King, good rest.