Of The Queene Poem by Francis Kynaston
Of The Queene
The wealth which others seeke for beyond seas,
By the Gods gift your land, Charles, yeeld al these
The Moone gives silver, Mars steele, the Sunne gold,
Iove tinne, and lead his sire Saturnus old.
Hermes supplies of mettals the soft seed
Quicksilver, onely Venus brasse you need:
Who mocking the gods povertie, did save
Her copper, and you Bourbons beautie gave.
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