Classic Poem

Charles our great Monarch, on my bended knee,
A V! much-admiring at your Majesty!
Renderl to your sacred Personage
Of your most Princely vertues, this true gage:
Lustrous your beames of brightnes, like true Sol ,
Vailes the beholders eyes, or dazels all,
Shining in glory over all the Earth;
Shewing your light unto the greatest birth:
The severall planets of our firmament,
Vertues nobility, their lustre lent,
A V! have from you, our true and lively Sunne,
Releeving with your heat, where ere you come.
Thus just true fervour in your person pace,
Enliv'ning all things in your SOL'S TRV TRACE .

As Elizeus great, did earst inherit
Blessed Elia's graces, doubled spirit,
Charles our dread Soveraign, such a crown doth weare,
Deckt with the glory that did ere appeare,
Ever on any worthiest Charles to be:
For Charles the great, in our great Charles we see:
Great Charles the bald, grosse Charles , what grace they had,
Hath not our Charles the same to make us glad?
In Charles the simple, his simplicity
Keepeth your wisdom but in memory;
Like ground of black, which better doth illuster
Many faire works, that thereupon do cluster.
Now Charles the Duke of Loraine, Charles the Earle
Of Flanders , Pebles are to our true Pearle.
Put Charles Valerius, Charles Vagarium too;
Quench't are their light, when you true lustre show.
Right Charles le Beau , the Earle of March may be
Some glimmering figure, representing thee:
Then comes in Charles the Duke of Floreace , and
Valorous Charles Lurielberg , with his band,
With Charles Iohn , who Constantinople had:
And to the number, Naples King let's adde,
By Writers called Charles , one Andrews sonne,
Charles cal'd the wise, let also here have room:
Doubtles but a Medietated part
Ev'n of the wisdom in our Charles his heart
Fell to his share. Charles then his sonne had raigned
Great King of French, whose son the same attained.
High Charles the Duke of Burgundie his grace,
Inthroned Charles the eight, who had the place
Kingly to fit, over the French to sway;
Live all revived in our Charles this day.
May Charles the fift not here be pretermitted;
Not long ago who with Spaines Realm was fitted,
On whom likewise, according to his merit,
Plac't was the Emperours Crown, for him t'inherit.
Queld may their virtues seeme, when yours in sight
Royally glister, giving radiant light,
Shewing their graces, double double spread,
Truly deseended on your Kingly head:
Valour and wisdom, piety, and all
Well have conspir'd, to crown You Capitall.