Classic Poem

The old records of annalized fame
Confirms this wonder with the world's assent,
That once that Isle which Delos hight by name,
In Neptune's bosom like a pilgrim went;
After, when great Apollo was content,
To grace it with the bliss of his birth-day,
Then, those inconstant motions did relent,
And it began to rest, to stand and stay.
Delos, while I admire thee, I must say,
Our Albion may in that with thee compare;
Before our Phaebus' birth we were a prey
To civil motions, tossed here and there;
But since his Birth-star did o'ershine our state,
We stand secure, redeem'd from all debate.