Ioue looking downe, from his celestiall throne With eies of pitie on poore England’s woes, Did lend her helpe, when hope of helpe was none, And in his mercy did his power oppose Gainst error’s night-borne children, her cheife foes, Who sought t’obscure with cloudes of enuious night, Her Cynthia’s shine, the lampe of all her light. 6. But he disperst those cloudes, and droue away The lowring stormes, that ouercast our skie, And made our glorious Cynthia to display Her heauenlie shine, to giue them light thereby, Who long before in darknesse bound did lie: For she it was, who with her sweet repaire From th’hearts of men did banish black despaire. 7. Euen as that morning starre that doth display Her golden tresses in th’orientall skie, Brings happie tidings of approching day To them, that long in bed do restlesse lie, Expecting comfort from the sun’s bright eye: So our _Eliza_ did blest tidings bring Of ioy to those, whom sad distresse did sting. 8. No sooner did this empire’s royall crowne Begirt the temples of her princelie hed; But that Ioue-borne Astrea straight came downe From highest heauen againe, to which in dread Of earth’s impietie before shee fled: Well did shee know, _Elizae’s_ happie reigne Would then renew the golden age againe. 9. The heau’ns did smile on her with sweet delight, And thundering Ioue did laugh her foes to scorne, The god of warre did cease from bloodie fight, And fruitfull plentie did her land adorne With richest gifts, powr’d from her plenteous horne, The happie seedes, which th’hands of peace did sow In euerie place with goodlie fruit did grow. 10. Deuouring Mulciber, whose flames before With blood of holy men were heard to hisse, Of England’s happie sonnes were seene no more: But truth and mercie did each other kisse, And brought sweet tidings of their heauenly blisse: All which by powerfull loue haue granted been For loue t’_Eliza_, Albion’s matchlesse queene. 11. Matchlesse for all the gifts of heauenly grace, For nature’s good and happie destinie, All which, in one sole subiect hauing place, If they a mortall wight may beautifie, And giue a prince earth’s true felicitie, She truly did enioy, while she did liue, That _summum bonum_, which this life could giue. 12.