King Henry VIII, [5.5.48-56]. Cranmer. “Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,/ That were the servants to this chosen infant,/ Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him./ Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,/ His honore and the greatness of his name/ Shall be, and make new nations, He shall flourish,/ And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches/ To all the plains about him. Our children’s children/ Shall see this, and bless heaven.”
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