A worthy queen is the figure of a king who, under God in His grace, hath a great power over His people.  She is the chief of women, the beauty of her court, and the grace of her sex in the royalty of her spirit.  She is like the moon, that giveth light among the stars, and, but unto the sun, gives none place in her brightness.  She is the pure diamond upon the king’s finger, and the orient pearl unprizeable in his eye, the joy of the court in the comfort of the king, and the wealth of the kingdom in the fruit of her love.  She is reason’s honour in nature’s grace, and wisdom’s love in virtue’s beauty.  In sum, she is the handmaid of God, and the king’s second self, and in his grace, the beauty of a kingdom.

A WORTHY PRINCE.

A worthy prince is the hope of a kingdom, the richest jewel in a king’s crown, and the fairest flower in the queen’s garden.  He is the joy of nature in the hope of honour, and the love of wisdom in the life of worthiness.  In the secret carriage of his heart’s intention, till his designs come to action, he is a dumb show to the world’s imagination.  In his wisdom he startles the spirits of expectation in his valour, he subjects the hearts of ambition in his virtue, he wins the love of the noblest, and in his bounty binds the service of the most sufficient.  He is the crystal glass, where nature may see her comfort, and the book of reason, where virtue may read her honour.  He is the morning star that hath light from the sun, and the blessed fruit of the tree of earth’s paradise.  He is the study of the wise in the state of honour, and is the subject of learning, the history of admiration.  In sum, he is the note of wisdom, the aim of honour, and in the honour of virtue the hope of a kingdom.

AN UNWORTHY PRINCE.

An unworthy prince is the fear of a kingdom.  When will and power carry pride in impatience, in the close carriage of ambitious intention, he is like a fearful dream to a troubled spirit.  In his passionate humours he frighteneth the hearts of the prudent, in the delight of vanities he loseth the love of the wise, and in the misery of avarice is served only with the needy.  He is like a little mist before the rising of the sun, which, the more it grows, the less good it doth.  He is the king’s grief and the queen’s sorrow, the court’s trouble and the kingdom’s curse.  In sum, he is the seed of unhappiness, the fruit of ungodliness, the taste of bitterness, and the digestion of heaviness.

A WORTHY PRIVY COUNCILLOR.