Classic Poem

Vnder a Throne I saw a Virgin sit,
The red, and white Rose quarter'd in her face;
Starre of the North, and for true guards to it,
Princes, Church, States, all pointing out her Grace.
The homage done her was not borne of Wit,
Wisdome admir'd, Zeale tooke Ambitions place,
State in her eyes taught Order how to fit,
And fixe Confusions vnobseruing race.
Fortune can here claime nothing truly great,
But that this Princely Creature is her seat.