Upon Prince Charles riding in the Downes

Rides Charles i'th'Downes and doe wee warpe and wend
As if our Everlasting had noe end
Is all the Ayme wee drive at and the scoap
To lie at Anker and be moord i'th'Hope
Unfurle and let us waygh for shame to meete
With Love and Loyaltie this featherd fleet
Whos Lading doth containe of Treasure more
Than jasons Argo brought from cholchos shore
His was a fleece if wee may credit Tayles
But hers a mine of Gould a Prince of Wales
Adorn'd with such rich vertues as comprise
The wayghty mas of Thousand treasuries
Hoyse up your top sailes Gallants and create
A wind may ever more be fortunate
To him and his designes and such a one
As may new christen each day Halcion
When as the stormy Gusts of discord cease
And stile our Ile againe the Bay of Peace.