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 strivesTo be, and is, the very best of wives,Like streams, you are divorc'd; but 'twill come whenThese 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.