To the King and Queen Upon Their Unhappy Distances

Woe, woe to them, who, by a ball of strife,

Do, and have parted here a man and wife:

Charles the best husband, while Maria strives

To be, and is, the very best of wives,

Like streams, you are divorc'd; but 'twill come when

These eyes of mine shall see you mix again.

Thus speaks the oak here; C. and M. shall meet,

Treading on amber, with their silver-feet,

Nor will't be long ere this accomplish'd be:

The words found true, C. M., remember me.