When _Phœbus_ with a cheerefull eye, beholds The Flow’r-embroydred earth, and freely spreads His beames abroad; behold, the _Marigolds_ Beginne to reare their low-dejected heads: The _Tulips_, _Daysies_, and the _Heliotropes_ Of ev’ry kinde, their closed Leaves display; And (as it were) with new-recover’d hopes, Attend upon the _Ruler of the Day_. Againe, when either in the _West_ he shrowds His Rayes below this _Horizon_, or hides His Face behinde the Curtaines of the _Cloudes_; They lose their beauties, and abate their prides. Thus fares it with a _Nation_, and their _King_, 'Twixt whom there is a native Sympathy. His _Presence_, and his _Favours_, like the _Spring_, Doe make them sweetly thrive, and fructify: Yea (like fresh _Groves_, or _Flow’rs_ of pleasing hew) Themselves in all their jollity they showe; But, they, if with displeasure, them he view, Soone lose their Glory, and contemned growe. All, are not _Heliotropes_ that favour’d growe, In _Princes_ Courts; nor _Marigolds_, that beare The golden blossomes; but some spring below, Like _Daysie flow’rs_, that in the Pathwayes are: Yet all shall feele it, when their _Sov’raignes_ eye Doth frowne, or smile, regard, or else neglect: Yea, it will finde them in _Obscurity_, By some Disheartning, or some sweet _Effect_, Vouchsafe to shine on Mee, my Gracious _King_, And then my _Wither’d_ Leaves, will freshly spring. _The =Right-hand way=, is =Vertues= Path, Though rugged Passages it hath._ [Illustration: HAC VIRTUTIS ITER. ILLVSTR. XXVI. _Book. 3_]