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Deus judicium.
TEACH the king’s sonne, who king hym self shall be, | |
| Thy judgmentes, Lord, thy justice make hym learn; | |
| To rule thy realme as justice shall decree, | |
| And poore men’s right in judgment to discern. | |
| Then fearelesse peace | 5 |
| With rich encrease | |
| The mountaynes proud shall fill: | |
| And justice shall | |
| Make plenty fall | |
| On ev’ry humble hill. | 10 |
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| Make him the weake support, th’ opprest relieve, | |
| Supply the poore, the quarrell-pickers quaile: | |
| So ageless ages shall thee reverence give, | |
| Till eyes of heav’n, the sun and moone, shall faile. | |
| And thou againe | 15 |
| Shalt blessings rayne, | |
| Which down shall mildly flow, | |
| As showres thrown | |
| On meades new mown | |
| Wherby they freshly grow. | 20 |
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| During his rule the just shall ay be greene, | |
| And peacefull plenty joine with plenteous peace; | |
| While of sad night the many-formed queene | |
| Decreas’d shall grow, and grown, again decrease. | |
| From sea to sea | 25 |
| He shall survey | |
| All kingdoms as his own; | |
| And from the trace | |
| Of Perah’s race, | |
| As far as land is known. | 30 |
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| The desert-dwellers at his beck shall bend, | |
| His foes them suppliant at his feete shall fling: | |
| The kinges of Tharsis homage guifts shall send; | |
| So Seba, Saba, ev’ry island king. | |
| Nay all, ev’n all | 35 |
| Shall prostrate fall, | |
| That crownes and scepters weare; | |
| And all that stand | |
| At their command, | |
| That crownes and scepters beare. | 40 |
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| For he shall heare the poore when they complaine, | |
| And lend them help, who helplesse are opprest: | |
| His mercy shall the needy sort sustaine; | |
| His force shall free their lives that live distrest. | |
| From hidden sleight, | 45 |
| From open might, | |
| Hee shall their soules redeeme: | |
| His tender eyes | |
| Shall highly prise, | |
| And deare their bloud esteeme. | 50 |
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| So shall he long, so shall he happy live; | |
| Health shall abound, and wealth shall never want: | |
| They gold to hym, Arabia gold shall give, | |
| Which scantnes deare, and dearenes maketh scant. | |
| They still shall pray | 55 |
| That still he may | |
| So live, and flourish so: | |
| Without his praise | |
| No nights, no daies, | |
| Shall pasport have to go. | 60 |
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| Looke how the woods, where enterlaced trees | |
| Spread frendly armes each other to embrace, | |
| Joyne at the head, though distant at the knees, | |
| Waving with wind, and lording on the place: | |
| So woods of corne | 65 |
| By mountaynes borne | |
| Shall on their shoulders wave: | |
| And men shall passe | |
| The numerous grasse; | |
| Such store each town shall have. | 70 |
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| Looke how the sunne, so shall his name remayne; | |
| As that in light, so this in glory one: | |
| All glories this, as that all lights, shall stayne: | |
| Nor that shall faile, nor this be overthrowne. | |
| The dwellers all | 75 |
| Of earthly ball | |
| In hym shall hold them blest: | |
| As one that is | |
| Of perfect blisse | |
| A patterne to the rest. | 80 |
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| O God who art, from whom all beings be; | |
| Eternall Lord, whom Jacob’s stock adore, | |
| And wondrous works are done by only thee, | |
| Blessed be thou, most blessed evermore. | |
| And lett thy name, | 85 |
| Thy glorious fame, | |
| No end of blessing know: | |
| Lett all this round | |
| Thy honor sound: | |
| So, Lord, O be it so! | 90 |
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