The Stars of late Eccentrick went
Out of the British Firmament,
But now they are fix’d there again,
And all concentred in Charles wain;
Where, since just Heaven did them restore,
They shine more glorious then before.
Long may they glitter in that Sky
With Beams of new Refulgency;
May great Apollo from his Sphear
Encrease their light, and motions chear,
So that old Albion may from thence
Grow younger by their Influence.
May no ill-boding Blazing Star,
No Northern Mist, or Civil War,
No lowring Planet ever raign
Their lustre to obscure again,
But may whoole Heav’n be fair and cleer,
And every Star a Cavalier.
From: http://cowley.lib.virginia.edu/MacKing/MacKing.part_143.div2.html
Date: 1663
By: James Howell (c1594-1666)
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