Fy on the saturne with thy mysty fume Replete with fraude treason and wyckednes To shewe thy beames thou darest not presume So cursed thou arte withouten stablenes Deuoyde of grace fulfylled with doblenes Thy power to Englonde was neuer amyable But alwayes euyll vntrue and varyable [Sidenote: Iupyter.] Now gentyll Iupyter the lodesterre of lyghte Thy stedfast beames so fayre and so clere Cast now abrede that we may haue a syght To gladde vs all whan that they do appere Sendynge downe trouthe from thy fulgent spere For to make our hertes mekely to enclyne To serue our souerayue whiche doth nowe domyne [Sidenote: Mars] O myghty Mars o god of the warre O flambynge honour of euery hardy herte Sende downe thy power truely from so ferre Us to encourage that we do not sterte But by hardynes that we may subuerte Our soueraynes enemyes to hym contraryous By bataylles fyrse ryghtfull and rygorous [Sidenote: Phebus] And thou fayre bright / and aureate phebus Encreace now lyght with loue and honoure Amonge the lordes so gay and gloryus With thy radyant beames so hye of fauoure Deuoydynge all trechery debate and rancoure Any yllumyne the mynde with lyberalyte Of our good souerayne with welth and vnyte [Sidenote: Venus.] And lady Venus with thy sone Cupyde Of euery lorde do nowe the herte enspyre With feruent loue that he do not slyde And of the comyns set the hertes on fyre To loue our souerayne with theyr hole desyre Folowynge his grace with dulcet armonye To the ryghtfull waye withouten Ieoperdye [Sidenote: Mercury] Also thou Mercury the god of eloquence The gentyll sterre of grace and vertue Thy beames of ryght peace and conscyence On our kynges counsayll downe send and renue The trouthe of Iustyce / that they may extue For to do wronge by the synne of couetyce That here before hathe done grete preiudyce [Sidenote: Luna.] An thou watery dyane of the se the goddes With thy broder eolus the god of the wynde Encourage the hertes by in warde hardynes Of . . . . . ynde And enmyes ryse that they be not behynde Them for to chace and the se to scoure By grace and fortune in many a stormy stoure O god aboue / trononysed in heuen In whose wyll resteth euery thynge alone The skye / the erthe / with all the planettes seuen Without whose grace / comforte haue we none As thou arte thre enclusyd in one So saue our souerayne / from all maner wo And this his realme from mortall warre also Holy chirche reioyce / with all your lybertees Withouten dõmage / the kynge wyll ye encreace And be your shelde from all aduersytees No wronge shall be but he wyll it soone seace Knyttynge the knotte of fayth loue and peace Bytwene you and hym without dysturbaunce So for to endure by longe contynuaunce