He is of all his dukes and peers Reverenc’d for much wit at ’s years, Nor must you think it much; For he with little switch doth play, And make fine dirty pyes of clay, O never king made such! A bird that can but kill a fly, Or prate, doth please his majesty, ’Tis known to every one. The duke of Guise gave him a parret, And he had twenty cannons for it For his new galeon. O that I ere might have the hap To get the bird which in the map Is called the Indian Ruck! I’de give it him, and hope to be As rich as Guise, or Livine, Or else I had ill luck. Birds round about his chamber stand, And he them feeds with his own hand; ’Tis his humility. And if they do want any thing, They need but whistle for their king, And he comes presently. But now then, for these parts he must Be enstiled Lewis the Just[70], Great Henry’s lawful heir; When to his stile to add more words, They’d better call him King of Birds, Than of the great Navarre. He hath besides a pretty quirk, Taught him by Nature, how to work In iron with much ease. Sometimes to the forge he goes, There he knocks, and there he blows, And makes both locks and keys: Which puts a doubt in every one, Whether he be Mars or Vulcan’s son, Some few believe his mother. But let them all say what they will, I came resolv’d, and so think still, As much the one as th’ other. The people, too, dislike the youth, Alledging reasons, for, in truth, Mothers should honour’d be: Yet others say, he loves her rather As well as ere she lov’d his father, And that’s notoriously. His queen, a pretty little wench, Was born in Spain, speaks little French, She’s nere like to be mother: For her incestuous house could not Have children which were not begot By uncle or by brother. Now why should Lewis, being so just, Content himself to take his lust With his Lucina’s mate; And suffer his little pretty queen, From all her race that yet hath been, So to degenerate? ’Twere charity for to be known To love others children as his own, And why? It is no shame; Unless that he would greater be Than was his father Henery, Who, men thought, did the same. JOHN HAMMON.