Metrum 7

That the world in constant force
Varies her Concordant course ;
That seeds jarring hot and cold
Doe the breed perpetuall hold;
That in his golden Coach the Sun
Brings the Rosie day still on;
That the Moon swayes all those lights
Which Hesper ushers to dark nights
That alternate tydes be found
The Seas ambitious waves to bound,
Lest o'r the wide Earth without End
Their fluid Empire should extend;
All this frame of things that be ,
Love which rules Heaven, Land , and Sea ,
Chains, keeps, orders as we see.
This, if the raines he once cast by,
All things that now by turns comply,
Would fall to discord, and this frame
Which now by sociall faith they tame,
And comely orders in that fight
And jarre of things would perish quite.
This in a holy league of peace
Keeps King and People with Increase;
And in the sacred nuptiall bands
Tyes up chast hearts with willing hands,
And this keeps firm without all doubt
Friends by his bright Instinct found out.
 O happy Nation then were you
If love which doth all things subdue,
That rules the spacious heav'n, and brings
Plenty and Peace upon his wings,
Might rule you too! and without guile
Settle once more this floting Ile!