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TO
THE QVEENE,
upon a New-yeares day.
This day, old Time, doth turne his Annuall Glasse;
And shakes it, that the Yeare may swiftly passe:
This day; on which the formost leading-sand
Falls from that Glasse, shooke by his hasty Hand:
That Sand's th'exemplar Seed, by which wee know
How th'Hou'rs of the ensuing Yeare will grow.
Awake, great Queene! for as you hide, or cleere
Your Eyes, wee shall distrust, or like the Yeare.
Queenes set their Dialls by your beauties light;
By your Eyes learne, to make their owne move right:
Yet know, our expectation when you rise
Is not intirely furnish'd from your Eyes;
But wisely wee provide, how to rejoyce,
In the fruition of your Breath, and Voyce:
And shakes it, that the Yeare may swiftly passe:
This day; on which the formost leading-sand
Falls from that Glasse, shooke by his hasty Hand:
That Sand's th'exemplar Seed, by which wee know
How th'Hou'rs of the ensuing Yeare will grow.
Awake, great Queene! for as you hide, or cleere
Your Eyes, wee shall distrust, or like the Yeare.
Queenes set their Dialls by your beauties light;
By your Eyes learne, to make their owne move right:
Yet know, our expectation when you rise
Is not intirely furnish'd from your Eyes;
But wisely wee provide, how to rejoyce,
In the fruition of your Breath, and Voyce:
Your
