The dedication to the Majesty of the Queen of Great Britain.

See, Madam, here, what for your sole delight

Is raised of nothing to waste out this night.

Scarce is the author, what he means less known;

None will the words, none will the music own.

Yet here it is, and as on th' world some thought

That it by atoms of itself was wrought,

So, this concurring with your high commands

Came to be thus compacted, as it stands;

For princes like to gods with us on earth

Project on nothing, yet produce a birth.