To the Most Gratious Majesty of the Great Mary, Maria Stuarte

Magnanimous great SOL , as he did pace,
A R ARA A VIS M ETT , in his true trace;
Regarding of Your vertues gracious Queen,
Innated in your brest, A Rare Bird seen,
And SOL'S true lively Bird, an Eagle high,

Striving aloft, ev'n unto SOL to flie:
The Phaenix rather, then the which no more,
Vives on the earth, save one, the only store;
And Your unsampled graces so abound,
Rightly proclaime, SOL hath this Phaenix found:
This doth your goodnes shew, truth granteth it,
Entring but this SOL R ARA A VIS M ETT .
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