| ORDER | PART | VERSE | CHARACTER | LINE | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1 | 1 | POET | As the dial hand tells o'er The same hours it had before, | |
| 2 | 1 | 2 | POET | Still beginning in the ending, Circular account still lending, | |
| 3 | 1 | 3 | POET | So, most mighty Queen we pray, Like the dial day by day | |
| 4 | 1 | 4 | POET | You may lead the seasons on, Making new when old are gone, | |
| 5 | 1 | 5 | POET | That the babe which now is young And hath yet no use of tongue | |
| 6 | 1 | 6 | POET | Many a Shrovetide here may bow To that empress I do now, | |
| 7 | 1 | 7 | POET | That the children of these lords, Sitting at your council boards, | |
| 8 | 1 | 8 | POET | May be grave and aged seen Of her that was their fathers' queen. | |
| 9 | 1 | 9 | POET | Once I wish this wish again, Heaven subscribe it with "Amen". |