Past is the winter absence of the sunne,
The welcome embleame of your joys begunne,
Your sonne's returning, to make good the trope,
Tis he presents this new-years horiscope.
Tis his returne and presence doth salute,
First in the flowre, and after in the fruité.
For by a rich concurrence he doth bring
Profit and pleasure, harvest-home in spring.
O, happy travailes! that with even paces
Leade, hand in hand, the muses with the graces:
And put you to the study whether hee
Hath more o' th' court or th' university.
To me, at distance, the result is cleare,
All notions meete to crowne your happy yeare.
Madam, observe a poets crafty thrift,
That makes anothers stock his new-yeares-guift.