To the Queen by the players

As the dial hand tells o'erThe same hours it had before,

Still beginning in the ending,Circular account still lending,

So, most mighty Queen we pray,Like the dial day by day

You may lead the seasons on,Making new when old are gone,

That the babe which now is youngAnd hath yet no use of tongue

Many a Shrovetide here may bowTo that empress I do now,

That the children of these lords,Sitting at your council boards,

May be grave and aged seenOf her that was their fathers' queen.

Once I wish this wish again,Heaven subscribe it with "Amen".