Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of King James the First. 1847. To the Kinge’s Maiestie LXXIII. S. A. Gorges
WHEN 1 Tyme our styled yeare did end, And chaunge beganne your raigne, Then Time reft vs a soueraigne blisse, Which chaunge repay’de with gaine. Time now, by shortninge his owne time, 5 Hath chaung’d the aged yeare: Yet in my long-borne zeale Time’s chaunge Can make no chaunge appeare. But many a blessed chaunge of times Heauens graunt your time may see; 10 That Time chaunge not your royall race, Till Time no more shalbe.S. A. GORGES.
Of many now that sounde, with hope’s consort, Your wisdome, bountie, and peace-bless’d raygne, My skill is least, but of the most import, 15 Because not school’d by favours, gyfts, or gaine; And that which more approves my truthfull layes, To sweete my tunes I straine not flattrye’s strynge; But holde that temper in your royall prayse That longe I did before you were my kinge; 20 As one that vertue for it selfe regards, And loues his kinge more than his king’s rewards.
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