We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre, / Since God ſo graciouſly hath brought to light / This dangerous Treaſon, lurking in our way, / To hinder our beginnings.

Birds are of the sky, not of the earth.

9 and 6 are in a sesquialterate ratio.

Dishevel sweet thy yellow hair, / Whose ray does burnish'd gold disprize.