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 No turn of time or fortune could untwine,
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 They quaffed to th'union, which till death should last,
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 Do you these bloods divided mix in one,
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 Prophet, 'tis true, and well we find the same,
Save only that thou didst mistake the name.
Ad Invictissimum, Serenissimumque
JACOBUM Magnae Britanniae Regem
Angliae, et unanimis Scotiae pater, anne maritus30Sis dubito, an neuter (Rex) vel uterque simul.