Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blustrous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! for Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world That ever was prince’s child. Happy what follows!

[L]ike the Christmas joke of snapdragons for children, the very liquor was to be bonfired also, and drank burning.

Feast your eyes on some very good—and very unemployed—floofers below:[…]

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.