To the most puissant and
Gracious JAMES, King of Great Britain˚
The disunited Scythians, when they sought˚
To gather strength by parties, and combine
|That perfect league of friends, which once being wrought||5|
This rite they held: a massy bowl was brought,
And every right arm shot his several blood
Into the mazer till 'twas fully fraught;
|Then, having stirred it to an equal flood,˚||10|
In spite of private foe, or foreign fear.
And this blood sacrament being known t'have passed,
Their names grew dreadful to all far and near.
|O then, great Monarch, with how wise a care||15|
And with like consanguinities prepare
The high and everliving Union
'Tween Scots and English. Who can wonder then
|If he that marries kingdoms, marries men˚?||20|
Merlin, the great King Arthur being slain,
Foretold that he should come to life again,
And long time after wield great Britain's state
|More powerful ten-fold, and more fortunate.||25|
Save only that thou didst mistake the name.
Ad Invictissimum, Serenissimumque
JACOBUM Magnae Britanniae Regem
|Angliae, et unanimis Scotiae pater, anne maritus||30|
Sis dubito, an neuter (Rex) vel uterque simul.