We read how Faunus, he the shepheards God,
His wife to death whipt with a Mirtle Rod.
The Rod (perhaps) was better'd by the name;
But had it been of Birch, the death's the same.

Case is a Lawyer, that near pleads alone,
But when he hears the like confusion,
As when the disagreeing Commons throw
About their House, their clamorous I, or No:
Then Case, as loud as any Serjant there,
Cries out (my Lord, my Lord) the Case is clear:
But when all's husht, Case then a fish more mute,
Bestirs his Hand, but starves in hand the Suite.

Holy waters hither bring
For the sacred sprinkling:
Baptize me and thee, and so
Let us to the Altar go.
And (ere we our rites commence)
Wash our hands in innocence.
Then I'le be the Rex Sacrorum,
Thou the Queen of Peace and Quorum.

Let me sleep this night away,
Till the Dawning of the day:
Then at th'opening of mine eyes,
I, and all the world shall rise.

Out of the world he must, who once comes in:
No man exempted is from Death, or sinne.

Let Kings and Rulers, learne this line from me;
Where power is weake, unsafe is Majestie.

And as time past when Cato the Severe
Entred the circumspacious Theater;
In reverence of his person, every one
Stood as he had been turn'd from flesh to stone:
E'ne so my numbers will astonisht be
If but lookt on; struck dead, if scan'd by Thee.

As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let
The Muse give thee the Delphick Coronet.

If Accusation onely can draw blood,
None shall be guiltlesse, be he ne'r so good.

Upon his taking of Leicester

This Day is Yours Great Charles! and in this War
Your Fate, and Ours, alike Victorious are.
In her white Stole; now Victory do's rest
Enspher'd with Palm on Your Triumphant Crest.
Fortune is now Your Captive; other Kings
Hold but her hands; You hold both hands and wings.