ITER LƲSIT ANICƲM; OR, The Portugal Voyage.
With what memorable Passages interven'd at the Shipping, and in the Transportation of her most Sacred Majesty KATHERINE, Queen of Great Britain, from LISBON, to ENGLAND.
Exactly observed
By him that was Eye-witnesse of the same,
Who though he publish this, conceals his name.
Plus valet unus oculatus testis
Quam mille auriti. Aug.
Carmina secessum; scribentis & otia quaerunt;
me mare, me venti, me fera jactat hyems.
Verses ask time, and leisure, but I'me tost
With windes, and waves, and with cold winters blast.
By S. H. a Cosmopolite.
LONDON, Printed by S. Griffin, for Robert Paulett at the Signe of the Bible in Chancery-Lane, neer the Inner-Temple Gate, 1662.
TO THE KING, His Most Sacred, and most Excellent MAJESTY.
PArdon, Great Sir, this forwardness of mine,
Pardon each rude, and indigested line.
I am no Poet, Sir, nor Poets Son,
Tis seldome, I ere look towards Helicon.
The Eminencies that in them are known,
Except their Povertie I must disown;
And't was my Loyalty, and not my Wit,
As Poet, that hath still occasion'd it.
Here; as it was incumbent every day,
I could not, Flamen like, but Sing and Pray.
Iliads, and Odyss', trouble, and Triumph too,
Of your Great Queen, Great Sir, I offer you.
I thought it my alleageance for to tell
What accidents within our Voyage fell.
To me 'twas Antidote against the harms
We fear'd, or felt, among the dreadfull Stormes.
Tis now an offering; your Majestick Frown
May mak't a burnt one, then I'm quite undone.
That would astonish and appale me more,
Then all the Horrours of the Sea before.
But 'tis your gratious Candour I doe sue,
Which is both Patronage, and pardon too.
Graunt it, Great Sir, to him, who nere knew how
To merit the least wrinkle, from your brow.
Send from the Chancery of your Royal Brest,
Your Royal pardon, my Quietus est.
Your Majesties most humble Servant, Subject, and Suppliant, S. H.
A La Serenissima y muy Poderosa Reyna la Reyna de la Gran Britainia, Francia, y IRLANDA, &c.
Serenissima Reyna,
YA que honrado he sido, con aver estado enserviendo a V. M.tad, en el Carlos Royal; he dado a saber al' mundo, las amargas yervas con que Comió V. M.tad las pascuas sobre el atlantico. en que recuénto, estan acompan̄ados, otros memorables sucesos, que Comprehenden, las sumptuosas solenidades (en Lisboa), de la partida de V. Mtad; y por amor de Orden y metodo, los he fundado en la lustresa de los Gloriosos, y hechos muy famoses de los antepasados, de V. Mtad; que primeramente scalaron El monte de Avila, y en progresso, con sus armas valerosas se dieron ser, absolutos duenos del India Oriental y del poniente, sobre ciudades infinitas, fortalezas y rios, Algunos de ellos saliendo del Paraiso.
La vendicion de la Reyna del Zur, sea la de V. Mtad! en el gozamiento, asi de la saviduria, como la persona del nuestro Salomon bendito: sea V. Mtad Como la vin̄a frutifera, naciendo por los paredes de su Casa! Sea su Casa un Castillo impregnable! sempre bien Compuesta sin algun emfado estranxero! Sea su primogenito de V. Mtad, el mas alto de los reyes de la tierra, que asi en continuo reza.
Seranissima Reyna
El muy humilde y muy fiel Criado y rezante de V. Mtad. S. H.
TO THE Most Serene and powerfull Queen, the Queen of Great Britain, France, and IRELAND, &c.
HAving had the honour to attend your Majesty in the Royal-Charles, I have here let the world know with what bitter herbs your Majestie did eat your Pass-over through the Atlantick Sea; which relation is accompanied with other memorable passages that take in the pompous solemnities of your departure from Lisbon: and being a friend to Method, and Order, have layd the Foundation thereof in the splendor of your glorious and renowned Auncestors; who first climb'd up Mount Avila, and in process of time with their victorious armies made themselves absolute Lords over the ORientall and Occidentall Indies, over many Cities, Fortifications, and famous Rivers, some of which take their rise from Paradise.
The blessing of the Queen of the South be ever on you, in the enjoyment both of the wisdome and person of our gracious Solomon. May you be like a fruitfull Vine by the sides of his house; and may his house be an unvanquishable Fort against all Assaylants; Let it never be disordered by any Forrein Invesion, or Domestick Treason. May your First-born be higher then the Kings of the Earth. This is the constant prayer of
Most Serene Queen
Your most humble, and most faithfull Subject, and Servant S. H.
THE APOLOGY, TO THE READER.
EIght hundred leagues, short of Parnassus Mount,
My slumbring Muse, awakt, which made account
T'indulge her selfe in silence; since she h'as flowne
O're th'yawning Waves, and Seas, to Helicon,
And dipt her fluttering wings; returns again,
Meets me oth' Coasts of Portugall and Spain.
Thence she retires to England, where she Roves:
Amongst the Lawrel, Thickets, and the Groves
Declaring in the following numbers, when
And where, and how King John got's Crown again,
Relating no Romance, but what was seen,
In the transporting of Great Britaines Queen.
Presuming neither more then to begin,
And jangle, to get better Ringers in.
Resolving after this ner'e to be seen
Or shew her selfe, on the Pierian Green.
Censure not too severely these of mine;
Or write thy self, that I may censure thine.
S. H.
THE ALARUM, TO The SPANIARD.
IT is decreed! nor can thy tottering Fate,
O Spain, resist the Lusitanian State;
Though Ensignes, Ensignes, Armies, Armies meet,
And in dire Thunder Cannons Cannons Greet;
They'l reach the topmost Jewel in thy Crown,
And Place a Bend in thy Escutchion.
Sixty two years, in Triumph, thou hast sway'd
Their Scepter, to a Rod of Iron made.
Thy Yoak was heavy and their Bondage more.
Then the Sicilian Tyrants us'd before.
[...]ve [...]i [...]ent [...].
Neer nine times seven years Vassallage they knew
Bidding all Rights, and Liberties adieu.
But the Grand-climacterick-year being come,
It put a period to their Martyrdome,
And Tropick to thy Tyranny and rage,
Confining thee unto some other stage;
To Act thy bloody Scenes, as to their woe
Th' hast done 'ith Indies, and at Mexico.
Maugre all Rancor, now it is decreed
To take thy turn, either to bend or bleed.
The Battle.
BUt what was gain'd by Philip th' Second, then
By John the Fourth was reassum'd again;
Their Lawes, their Freedom, Priviledge, and Crowne,
By his successefull sword were made their own.
That John, whose Ancestors in open field
Conquer'd five Kings, and made their Armies yield;
Lest Spain should plead Prescription, thought it best
To Send th' Usurper his Quietu [...] est.
What more did the Old Patriarch before
Ab [...]
In Conquering of Chedor-Laomer,
And's Murnivall of Kings, on Sodoms Plain?
Then he, to get, and keep, his Crown again.
Nay! Rather lesse, he vanquisht four, in all,
King John Triumphs o're six, in Portugall.
Thus Old * Ʋlissision they did regain,
Lisb [...] [...]ly e [...] [...] sion, [...] [...]lisses [...] it w [...] [...] his t [...] Trav [...]
First, from five Kings of Moores; and now from Spain.
Both in December, both the very day
Of the same Moneth, they bore the Palm away.
The Conquest.
THE News, Torpedo-like,
Con [...] riz [...] new [...] King [...] La [...] 'Las [...] i. e. [...] for I [...]
benum'd the SenseOf Spain, with its Narcotick influence
Quite Chang'd the hue of Olivarez Face
For all his Counterseit Albricias:
Amaz'd the Inhabitants from whom 'twas gon,
Like lightning, beyond the Banks of Rubicon:
Two Kingdomes in one Morning to fall off,
May make the King to sigh, though th' Count Olivarez scoff.
Such feathers from the Austrian Eagles wing,
With such dependencies, both Kingdoms bring,
'Ith East, and Western Indies; in the Isles,
Tercera, and Medera; in Brasile,
[...] to [...]rbe
In Congo, Angola, Manac, Azarim,
Mombaza, Mozambick, and Agazim.
[...]m to. [...]gitur [...]ndo.
Whole Cities, Countries, Nations did fall,
Throughout the World, to'th Lot of Portugall,
And can Spain lesse then tremble, sigh, and groan,
To see such Prodrom's of Confusion,
Ruine approaching, and the People hurl'd
Into distraction, through the spatious world?
But as the victories at Marathon
did prove a Sabbath to the Athenian.
So what was lost by Spain, did prove to be
T'Algarues,
[...]ra [...]be [...] [...]cu [...] in [...] [...]yn [...]l [...] the [...]he
and Portugal, a Jubilee.The Triumph.
THy Ne plus ultra now is streach't as faire
As Ana, from the Streights of Gibraltar.
The Thebans,
[...]er Cu [...] [...]tn [...]
Pillars that of old did stand,As Bondaryes, on this, and the Africk Land,
Are now transplanted to the Indies, where
They 'have found a station in each Hemisphere.
From east to west, from Goa to Brasile,
The Spanyard fled before the Spanish steel.
Before that Sword, which only brandisht stood
Not bath'd, nor drench'd, like his, i'th adverse blood!
Rather than kill, King John says, let't suffice,
To drive away these birds from th' sacrifice.
Though they have mischief upon mischief pil'd,
Wee'l strike the Serpent, but wee'l spare the Child.
Remove the Spanyard, and restore the Crown,
To whom 'tis due by right succession.
Thus Ashur-like, the conquering Prince thought good,
Rather to swin in Oyle, than wade in Blood:
One onely Sacrifice, or two at most,
Appeas'd the King, and satisfied his host;
Twas not his glory, for to gulge, but taste
The Spanish blood, for all their Furies past.
One of that Nation, Vasconzello's Fall,
Spains Secretary, serv'd to attone them all.
The Proposall of Marriage.
FIve Lustres are well nigh accomplisht,
A [...]st [...] years
sinceLisbon ha's triumpht in her Native Prince.
For sixteen years King John the Scepter swayd,
Now in the Sepulchre of 's Fathers laid:
The Crown upon Alphonso th'sixth is come,
And with it all his vast Dominion.
Now 'tis the care, and interest of all,
But o'th Queen-Regent most of Portugal,
To match the only Daughter of the King,
From whom some Royal Cyons soon may spring.
That Queen, whose memory should be enrol'd
'Mongst greatest Princes, and in lines of Gold,
Dispatches her Embassadour away
To Englands King, and then keeps Holy-day.
The publication of the Banes.
THe Banes between two Kingdomes, publisht, run;
B [...]rn by the wings of Fame through Christendome.
Twixt Englands Monarch, and th' Infanta, there,
The sole Intelligence that moves that Sphere.
Englands First borne; King Charles, the Exil'd Son
By Miracle restor'd to his Fathers Throne.
And Donna Katherina, who may boast
A change as wonderfull upon that coast.
Great Charles, to whom all Christendome gives place,
And Royall Katherine, of Braganza's race,
Consult their Auguries,
[...]spo [...]dore [...]e.
and you'l sinde both gainTheir Crowns, like spoyls of Salmacis, again.
One to Insulting Regicides gives Laws,
Th' other from Spanish yoak the neck with-draws.
The Match compleated.
SEe! See! the Illustrious paire of Princes greet!
Who in affection and in Fortune meet;
Heavens Arbiter, in Hymeneal-bands,
H'as joynd these Princes hearts before their hands.
Quo [...] junx [...] j [...]nx [...]
No Sea must sunder those whom Love conjoynes;
No time must ravel what great Hymen twines.
Tagus or'e flows her Banks; the Curled Maine
Sends out great tydes t' attend our Soveraigne.
Neptune resignes his Trident, Venus swayes
No more; its Englands Empresse rules the Seas.
The Royal Charles, proud of her Princely Bride,
With severall gallant Squadrons, by her side,
Attends the motion, as her Convoy home,
Where three Crowns more are added to her own.
The Voyce of Joy, and Gladnesse, now are seen
To fill the Palaces of King and Queen.
Nor was't the hand of Mortal man (alas)
But Gods right Arm, that brought it all to pass.
To His Excellency, the Earle of Sandwich.
HEaven's was the work, yet in these Royal Scenes
The Supream Agent's pleas'd to work by meanes.
Angels have joyn'd their hearts, and now their hands
By men must be conjoynd in Wedlock bands.
The management of which affair was due
To none alive (Lord Mountagn) but you:
You that by th' Sea in th Royal Charles did bring
The Royall Charles, Great Britaines welcome King,
From Heaven by Sea and Land are still employ'd
To Bring unto King Charls, King Charls his Bride.
Your Grandeur, as Ambassador, is seen,
In your attendance on great Britaines Queen.
At every Audience, the Grandees stand,
In you t' admire the Glory of our Land;
Your person splendent. and your numerous Train,
Dazling all eyes, of Portugal, and Spain;
First, on the spacious River which of old
In Chronicle was fam'd for Sands of Gold:
Next on the thronged Shore,
[...]ena
where millions stoodT' attend your Landing, from the Rapid flood.
Then, then the antient Prophecies were Crown'd
And store of Gold on Tagus Banks was found,
It was last Summer, Sir, when you began
To Catechise the bold Mahometan,
And now your active Soul's ready, we see,
In England to Create a Jubilee.
Euope, and Africke too, do sound your fame,
To Europs glory, and to Africks shame.
Posterity, in Volumes shall declare
What your atcheivements were, what your Trophies are
What's done within the Streights, what more,
Was spoke in thunder from the Tangier shore.
What memorable services were done
By your great prudence to our Nation.
The Spaniards said, when that great work was done,
you'd laid a padlock on all Christendome.
Others were heard (of Eminence and note,)
To say, you'd now the Spaniard by the throat,
The Hogen Mogens hearts did fry and burn,
To be so nigh, and miss so good a turn.
Thus through the Temple of Virtue you have past
To th' Temple of Honour and Renown at last.
All your appearances at Court, Aboard,
In the greatest splendor Sea, or Land afford:
Two Nations, being at Contest, each who shall
Load, with most dignities, our Generall.
Such Honours has your Excellence, who brings
The best of Consorts to the best of Kings.
Thus to be Fam'd, and known, by one, and all.
Englands Ambassador and Admirall.
The Valediction between the Queen of England and the Queen of Portugall.
THe affaires of State, and ceremony, past,
The parting, and the farewell, comes at last.
The King, both Queens, with all their Glorious traine.
Doe Solemnly appear in Court again.
Here they receive his Excellence; and he
From them receives her Sacred Majestie:
So rich, so splendid, that you might have told
Whole rocks of Diamond, in Mines of Gold.
Here the two Queens took leave, but in such sort
As with amazement fill'd the thronged Court.
Their carriage more then masculine. No tear
From either of their Majesties appear.
Art conquer'd Nature; State, and Reason stood
Like two great Consuls, to restrain the Flood
Of passion and affection; which, nere th' less,
Appear'd in sad, but prudent comeliness.
Majestie acted, as Dictator here:
And as Lord Paramount in's proper sphere.
Bearing the sway, and sole dominion
Of Art, Love, Reason, Nature, Passion.
Light sorrows finde a vent, from Great ones rise
A damp that stops the sluces of the Eyes.
A Scene so solemn, that the standers by,
Both Lords and Ladies, did that want supply.
In this great concourse, every one appears,
Paying a tribute to them, but in tears.
Thus were they dry, like Gideons fleece; when round
About the spacious Court was watry ground.
And they that conquer Kings, and kingdoms too,
Shew how themselves, themselves can conquer now.
It is not Caesar, or Miltiades
Can boast of Trophees, adequate to these.
Since they, that govern Passion, triumph more
Then they that conquer Kingdomes o're and o're.
Her Majestie Ship'd on St. George his day.
SAint George was this day mounted in such state,
He fear'd no Dragon; and could finde no mate.
This day surmounted other Feasts as far
As any Festivall i'th Calendar
Does other dayes; The Portugeses vaunt,
St. George their Guardian, and tutelar Saint.
St. George for England too, the English cry!
Apr Stilo
Though perhaps neither knows the reason why.
This was th' allotted, and th' appointed day
The Queen first took possession of the Sea.
England and Portugal were then made one,
After a stately, grave Procession.
The Churches visited, the Offrings layd
On th' Altars, and all due Devotion paid.
The People throng'd in multitudes, to see
Their King, and our great Queen in Majesty.
Houses were out o'th windows hurl'd, th' array
That in Imbroyderies, and Velvets lay,
And coffin'd up for many years before,
By all consents were turned out of door.
Thousands of houses, and vast pillars told,
Array d with Damasks, Silks, and cloths of Gold.
All Streets adorn'd, triumphant Arches fram'd;
In all rich Furniture as can be nam'd.
Thus pass'd the King with all his Royal train,
Conducting the INFANTA to the Main.
Thus Englands Representative,
[...]arl of [...]ch [...]el [...]
we seeAttend, receive, conduct her Majestie:
And as great Trajan triumph'd once in Rome,
In Effigie:
[...] oculi [...]de [...]
So they, that hither comeOur Great King Charles in Lisbon streets might see
Triumphant with his Queen in Majestie.
The Robes, and Royal Ensignes he put on
I'th solemn day of's Coronation.
He in his Princely Portraiture, and she
Both in her Person, and her Effigie.
From the Procession to the Royall Gallery.
DOwn from the City, to the Sea they come
Into th' Kings Gallery, a glorious Room:
And such, as they of Lisbon have not known
To speak the splendour of that Nation.
So Xerxes fetter'd up the Hellespont
With's bridge of boats; He, and his Army on't.
As the Grear King Alfonso, here, we see,
O're Tagus rears a stately Gallery;
(Barges and boats were numberless) which stood
To bridle up the raging of the Flood:
And make a Royal passage for the King,
For Englands Queen, and for what Nobles, bring
Their Majesties aboard the Royal-Charles:
Dons, Condies, Marquesses, with Dukes and Earls.
Ladies and Lords san's number, with a train
Would blear the eyes, or break the heart of Spain.
Thus link'd, and chain'd together now we stand,
As if the Sea were married to the Land.
And thus of two, both Nations were made one
In this arrival, and conjunction.
The Queen comes aboard.
ANd thus in Princely Equipage she comes
Into her gloriously Embellish'd Rooms,
Where Persia, India, Italy have sent
As tribute, both for use and ORnament,
Such Riches, and such Furnitur as flow
OR from Bezaleel's loom, or mines below;
Made by the curious Artists, to set forth
Their matchless skill, and the Queens matchless worth:
Her royall Cabin, and her State-room too
Adorn'd with Gold, and lin'd with Velvet through.
The cushions, stools and chairs, and clothes of State
All of the same materials, and rate.
The bed made for her Majestics repose,
White as the Lily, red as Sharons Rose,
For colour, cost, and candour may compare
With what in Historie we finde most rare.
Egypt, nor Isles of Chittim have not seen,
Such rich imbroderies, or such a Queen.
Windowes with Taffataes, and Damask hung;
While Costly Carpets on the Floors are flung.
Regions of Perfumes, Clouds of incense hurl'd,
In every roome of this our little World.
Here shee begins her Progress; comes a board;
Turnes Voyager to greet her Greatest Lord,
The Royal Charles by Sea and Land shee'l take,
Both for her Zenith, and her Zodiake.
Her Majesties welcome Aboard.
WElcom'd she was in thunder, while the shore
By King Alfonso's Order strives t' out-roare
Our Cannon, and our Culverin, which fly,
And Fill the Land, the Waters, and the Sky.
Give fire the Captaines cry, and Quick tis gone
Beyond the Axis of the Horizon.
Lightning and Thunder from each Oaken side
Proclaimes the welcome of our Royal Bride.
Such Thunder bolts, and such Granadoes fly
From Stem to Stern, from waters to the Sky
Between his Castles, and our floating Isles.
Th' amz'd In habitants for many miles,
Surpriz d with wonder,
[...]arting
Gaz'd, and thought it strangeEarths Centre reeld no [...], at the Inter-change.
St. Georges Night.
THus has the day been solemniz'd by all;
But tis the night must Crown the Festivall.
Then, then, Dame Nature had Convulsion fits,
And to keep up the Revels, lost her wits.
The Sea was all on fire, and people came,
In shoales like Fishes, to behold the flame.
The Great Pavilion of Condensed Clouds
Had now no other light but from the shrouds.
The Starres like images of Jupiter fell down,
And Fixt a while i'th watry Region:
As if the Virgins, or Ariadnes Crowne,
To Court the Queen had here descended down,
All lesser lights, as Homagers were sent,
To pay this duty in their Element.
The lustre of the night darkned the day,
Dampt the bright girdle of Andromeda.
Nor could the fam'd Cassiope presume
Among these dazeling Tapers, to a Room.
Thus Israell-like we gly'd into th' Sea,
Pillar'd with Fire by night, and Clouds by day.
The antient Story of old Argos eyes,
In Cannons mouthes you might Mythologize.
From Earth, and Waters, Light, and Fire, were sent
In Blazing Comets to the Firmament.
Balls of consuming Wild-fire here were hurl'd,
Like to quick Fire drakes through the liquid world.
The lights of heaven were darkn'd, the pale Moon
Pull'd in her horns, to see her self out-done.
Each Ship a globe of glory did appear;
Each light a fixed Star in's Hemisphere.
That that had least had most;
[...]?
for there the Queen,Queen-Regent of th'new Firmament was seen.
Charles Wain was here predominant, and these
Great lights below, dar'd the Antipodes.
City, and Sea were gilded with the shine
That overspread them both in this designe.
Those Engines blaz'd with flames, which just before
Roar'd out in Thunder to th' astonisht shore.
The Hulls, the Masts, the Cordage, and the Tyre
Of those Boanergeses seem'd all on fire
And yet no noise nor harm; what did appear
Was fitted to the Eye, and not Eare.
To please the Queen. the Elements conspire,
That of the Earth, the Waters, and the Fire.
Oh for an Aye ry Wagoner, whose prayer
Elias-like,
[...]s [...]ì, [...].
may now command the Ayre.The KINGS last Farewel.
THe winde was wholly contrary that day,
All which in visiting was pass'd away.
But then, when Morpheus had clos'd up most eyes,
And nights black Curtains were drawn o're the Skyes;
Down comes the King in's Royal Barge, amain
Incognito! with his harmonious train:
To sing his Sisters Farewell, which was done,
To Extasie, and Admiration.
Under our gilded Galleries he floats,
And there they advance their most melodious throats
In severall Sonnets, which the Artist calls
Epithalamions, Carols, Madrigals.
Thalia to the Queen did here impart
What skill in Musick lay, and what in Art.
What comes from Instruments, what from the throats,
Well warbl'd out in sweet-dividing Notes.
The vocall Musick that we heard this Night,
Had in't the Quintescence of all delight.
Here was the true Arion, who they say,
Made Dolphins dance, and caper in the Sea
Here was the Orpheus, and Amphion too,
That with their Musick did such wonders do.
Layd Charms on man and beast, made stones to rise
From th'sullen Earth, and re-salute the Skyes.
It were a task for Lanier, Cooke, or Lawse,
To give the merit of it just applause.
I want both Skill and Language to express
The order, melody, and comeliness
Of this nights action: But th'approaching day
Silenc'd the Musick, sent the King away.
That morning we put to Sea.
HElen,
[...]na, [...]. all
and Troy ne're parted; where the QueenWas present, there the Court was also seen:
'Tis now a floating in this Royal Arke,
At which the Stars may gaze, and Dogs may bark.
Down to the wombe of moysture now we fall,
Leaving the Native soyl of Portugall.
Where formerly on shore we did descry
Whole Constellations of Nobility
Clouded with sadness, Ladies all in Vails,
E're we weigh'd Anchor, or could hoise our Sails.
Each man's an Agamemnon, as they say,
Mourning to part with Iphigenia.
The Ladies farewell to her seem'd to be
Sadder then th'parting of Andromache.
Oh! for a Zeuxis, or Aglaophon,
To paint their looks at Lisbon, now she's gone.
Delug'd in seas of sorrow; hear their cryes!
Colchos it selfe ne're sent forth such a Prize!
Great Englands Argonaut, that Princes bears,
That widows all our joyes, drowns all our tears.
The Royal Charles, in her, ha's shipt in more
Than all the Lisbon Caracks did before.
Both Indies in a trice, where ere she comes,
She out-ballances all Wealth, Persumes, and Gummes.
Tagus does flow to Thames, and now White-hall
H'as found Capacity for Portugall.
London ha's swallow'd Lisbon, Englands Coast
Hath gain'd more from us, then our Conquests boast.
A vertuous Virgin, on whose cheeks do lie
Concentred Beautie, Grace, and Modestie.
A Gracious Bride, whose meer Intrinsick worth
Runs parallel with what the world brings forth;
A Glorious Queen, array'd in Majestie,
Mirrour of Vertue, Prudence, Pietie.
A Virgin; Bride, and Queen, young, fair and good,
Leander-like attempts the curled Flood,
To court Great Britains King, o'th British shore,
Waving both Tagus and Pactolus o're;
Leaving all hopeless e're her like to see,
Except it come, Great Charles, from Her, and Thee!
Good Winde and Weather.
ALL Oracles invok't, we launch again,
By Heavens safe Conduct, to the Briny-main;
Our Canvas swelling with such gentle gales,
As strain no Top-masts, and yet fill her Sayles.
Our hollow Keels the Ocean do divide,
With all advantages of Winde and Tyde;
Mercies do seem to multiply; We find
Fair weather added to the fairest wind
A cross and contrary Winde.
THe morn was glorious, but our hopes (Alas!)
Blasted, and withered, e're the day did pass:
The wind did alter, and the weather rage,
Both with the angry Element engage.
The Waves did rise, the Clouds let fall their Rain;
Ships took in Seas, Men pumpt e'm out again,
Nor were we far into the Ocean gone,
But we were crost with an Euroclydon;
North-east, and turbulent just such a one,
As crost that Vessel of Election.
He from Lasea, we from Lisbon came;
Ours had a storms, but his a tempests name.
The ambitious Waves in curled Billows flye
Rowling themselves in Mountains to the Skie;
then [...]n [...]ains [...]lled [...]ae; [...]a, [...]ng [...]an [...]
So vast, so very high, they seem'd to some
To be the very Mountains of the Moon.
The hollow winds with whistling from the Clouds
Strain both the Top-mast, Main-mast, Yards, and Shrouds.
The very day was darkness, and the night
Presented nought but horrour to the sight.
The sounds of Port and Starbor'd heard before,
Were dwindl'd to Non-near, and ware-no-more.
The Face of Heaven was dreadful; and the noise
Of winde, and water drown'd the Saylors cries.
'Larums of vengeance sounding in our ears,
So lately fill'd with Musick of the Spheres.
In this Great bustle 'twixt the Sea, and Storm,
Some had their Main-sails, some their Top-sails torn.
The Passengers in this Storm.
THe Jaw-fall'n Passongers could as soon ear
Morsels o'th Main-mast, as a mess of meat.
Cordials of Amber, and dissolved Pearl
Would now be Nauseous to Man and Girle;
Doctors and Pothecaries were useless now,
The Sea was Physick and Physician too.
Some it'h Star-chamber, some in Cabins lie,
Neither had more to do, but winck and die.
Ai-ke! cries one, Jesus! another sayes,
Heres one a cursing, there's another prayes,
Here laughs a Saylor, while another cry'd,
Hee'd change this great Fish-market for Cheapside.
The Deck with sick men covered; so that
It look't like th' valley of Jehosaphat.
Alive, or dead they knew not, like Men shot
With dreadful Thunder live, but know it not.
They who the Storm in darker Cabin's spent,
Took each his Coffin; and his Monument;
Resolving there to lie, and lie alone,
'Till th' Trump should sound a't Resurrection.
A Whale neer the Ship.
I'Th mid'st of these incumbrances, we spy'd
A Tortuous Leviathan by th' Ships side,
Who on the Rouling waves did sport and play,
Taking his Pastime in the troubled Sea.
Great store of Porposes do here advance
Above the Surges: And the Dolphins dance,
As if those wonders which i'th deep do lie,
Had all been shuffl'd into Mutiny.
With cross and adverse winds for thirteen dayes
We rowl and tumble on the fearfull Seas;
And pass our time with very small delight
'Mongst Sons of Neprune, and of Amphitrite.
Each Man turns Votary, his Temple drest
With Royal wreaths, like great Apollo's Priest,
Praying the Heaven of Heavens propitious be,
In the safe Conduct of her Majesty.
The Mariners Prayer.
ILLustrious Princess, may nor Winde nor Tide,
Croud to disturb King Charles His Royall Bride.
Gentle as breath of Eunuchs be the Gales
That fill and swell your large distended Sailes:
Now let all storms be crampt; The surly wind
That stirs Hesperian billows be confin'd:
May never Aeolus with boysterous blasts
Invade your Canvas Cordage, or your Masts;
Nor Thracian Boreas, whom Poets said,
Too loudly courted the Erythrean Maid,
Too saucily attempt to see you; But sail on
Free from them all, free from Euroclydon.
From all stones Billow-gnawn, and waves that roare
Like those upon Puzzola, or Baiae shore;
May never Remora, nor Proserpine,
Nor Aeacus, nor Alceus, who designe
And prophesie hard Sea-adventures, Be
Occasion'd to foretell your Naufragie;
Lest while such Destiny they should make known,
They blast our Kingdomes Glory, and their own.
Blest by a higher Auspice, still go view
Your vast Dominion, while we joyntly sue
Your safer Convoy through the watry main,
As the return of Englands Prayers again,
That He who gave's a King, and him his due,
Would give him all things else, in giving You.
Castor and Pollux too, who use to save
The weather-beaten-vessels from the wave,
With bright Orions help, May all cornbine
In Pitch-dark Firmaments most bright to shine.
That no cross Constellation them undo,
Who bear both Caesars Name, and Fortune too.
But that from South to North we come again
With CHARLES his Bride enthron'd in Charles his wain.
The Queens Courage.
A Little Remora the Ship, they say,
Of Caius the Emperour did stop the way;
But nothing can Retardate Englands Bride,
Hinder, or keep her from King Charles his side.
'Twas not a Cyclops that could block the way,
Or keep Ʋlysses from his Ithaca;
The sight of which he did prefer by odds
Before the Immortalitie o'th gods.
It was not Helespont, though it divide
The shores, from Sestos to Abydos side,
Could part that Amorous Pair, Th' Ambiguous flowes
Conspir'd to bring them to their sweet repose.
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So here, while we our constant Course do ply,
Mounting on Surges sometimes to the Sky,
As if wee'd climbe the Clouds: Then sinking fall,
With hollow Waves, as low as lowest of All.
Seas, like Ceraunian Mountains, that do swell
As high as Heaven, and fall as low as Hell;
Yet not th' Envellop't Clouds, nor blustring Winde,
Nor raging Billowes, though they roar by kind,
Such Resolution does her Breast afford
Can Fright the Infanta from her Royal Lord.
All danger she disdains, o're-looks all harms,
Till she be lodg'd within her Soveraigns Armes.
Cast up the various hazzards, and you'l say,
Th'are more then Hercules ran for's Omphale.
And yet none more vivaclous then She,
The Pride and Glory of the Companie.
The reward of Patience.
THe turbulent Atlantick that did roare,
Bellow and bluster, but the day before,
Appears so gently milde, so calm to day,
You might well call it the Pacifick-Sea.
The raging Winde was breathless; Now no noise,
Or from the Surges here, or from the Skies.
E're long, twelve Leagues a Watch, the Yeomen cry,
A better Winde ne're blew out of the Sky;
A smoother Sea, no man alive can boast,
Or fairer Weather on the Biscay Coast.
The Sea-sick Passengers that loath'd their meat,
Are readier now for to devour, then eat.
And that Ship-Royal, which it'h darkest night,
To'th rest o'th Fleet still bore the Royal Light,
cum Pupp [...] tuler [...]
In these brave Gales has easily found the way
To be their Leader through the Atlantick-Sea.
And thus with winged-speed, She plows the Seas
(Like Atalanta, and Hippomanes;)
To the Queen.
A Main! For England, now the Say lors crie,
The Royal Standart fluttering in the Skie,
Old Palinurus to his Compass flies,
Having no Object now,
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but Seas and Skies.Lifting his watchful Eyes, his heart, his hands,
The Helmesmen waiting still his quick commands.
The Weather beaten Pilots, who do know;
What Oracles, and Tripod's us'd to show,
Bestir themselves, improve their utmost skill
To do their duty, and observe his will.
That son of Neptune, the Lieutenant stands
Daring all Weathers, wary in's commands.
Master and Mates, the Boatswain, and his crew
From stem to stern, bid ease and sleep adiew;
From the Gunner, and his Gang, afore and af't,
The rest o'th Navy are their dutie taught.
Silence or Thunder from their Admirall
Creates Example here to One and All.
Each Mariner t' his sheats, and Halyards stands,
Ductile and Pliant to supream commands,
Restless and labouring, till their Anchor's laid
In Thames, Great Queen, which were in Tagus weigh'd.
To the World.
THe Royal Navie now being put to Sea,
Their Loyalty and Duty for to pay,
Let no bold interruption that can
Bid others stand, upon the Ocean,
'Twixt us and th' Horizon, presume t' appear,
On perill of being sent to their own sphere.
Lower your Top-sails Dutch-men: strike amain;
Down with your Flags, proud Hollander and Spain.
Let no bold French-man dare to come too nigh,
That English Flags or Ensigns can descry:
Let all your severall squadrons Homage pay
To the great Lord and Lady of the Sea.
To Englands Monarch still; now to his Queen;
Let not the thoughts of Ruben Intervene.
England! thy floating Isles, thy wooden Walls
Damps the discourse of ten Escurials:
A Navy so puissant ne're was known
To cross the Seas, since Seas knew Oleron.
On the Royal Charles.
SHips are Hermophrodites; we call them Men,
Charles, James and Henry; At next breath agen,
She's a brave Man of War, here's one for all,
P [...]h the Worlds wonder, and her Admiral.
The Royall Charles; The name o'th Faiths Defender,
Admits Expressions in a double Gender.
No Flegmatick Commander can gainsay
This truth, but in discourse will pa'st away.
Bate me this Sea-absurdity, and then,
He fall to write o'th Royal Charles ag'en.
The Worlds seven wonders, Time had swallow'd down,
Seem to be now disgorg'd in this alone.
A Ship so Large, so Gilt, so Gun'd, so Man'd,
So Arm'd, so Fortify'd, as may withstand
All Opposition that may seem to come
From any Port or Part of Christendome.
Her Ensigns, Pendants, Streamers and Array,
Richer then th' King of Tyrus put to Sea.
Her Trumpets Silver, and her Wastcloth's round,
Form'd of the deep'st-dy'd-Scarlet could be found.
Her high-exalted-Masts like Towers would shake
The loftie Coloss o're the Rhodian Lake.
Her Cannons, and her Culverine out-roare,
Ferar as Cacodemon on the shore,
And's Terrae-motus too; make Sea-Nymphs wonder
To hear them drown with their noyse noyse of Thunder;
Which Ecchoing from that stupendious Pile,
Would Deave the Deaving Cataracts of Nile.
Her loud-mouth'd-Cannons at each Volley make
Th' amazed Skies to rend, the Earth to quake;
He that were stung with a Tarantula
No Doctor needs, but hear them sing and play,
That makes him danoe, and dancing does most sure
Discharge the Poyson, and compleat the Cure.
Were such th' Antagonists as made account
To lift up Pelion upon Ossas Mount;
Say they were strong as Tytheus, or stout
As proud Porphyrion, or Rhetus rout:
She like a Lioness to fury bent,
Peace-meal the trembling Saracen shall rend:
And they shall soon'st who most in blood delight
Lay weapons down, admire, but never fight:
When they her Great Artillery espy
And English Lions in her Fanes discry,
In homage to her Soveraignty shall yield,
Forgetful of their Projects, sword, or shield:
And all their numerous Fleets at her command
Their inauspicious squadrons shall disband.
Pass through her Sancta Barbara, and there
Such horrid, deadly Engines do appear
In such variety, as do declare
What Wit, Invention, and what mischief are:
Eighty-six Piece of Ordnance you may see
I'th number of her great Artillery:
And each if levell'd as they do not miss,
Worse then the Brazen-Bull of Phalaris;
For other Warlike Instruments we score
Of severall sorts, about a thousand more.
Gorgon, the Ship of Perseus, ner' strook
Such terrour to th' Assyrians; Ne're took
Such vengeance on 'em, as she shall
Under the Conduct of our Admiral,
On all Opposers power from Thames,
Ha [...], [...]me
her Throne,To th' Borders of Sea-faring Zebulon.
Nor is her state impair'd by this her strength,
But still keeps Company in breadth and length.
An Elegant contexture here you find
Of what may please the eye, or pose the mind.
Here's strength and stateliness together meet,
Fulness, and Fineness do each other Greet:
Here's all materials convenient,
That either serve for use, or Ornament;
That fit the Court, or Camp, in Peace, or Warr,
Some fetcht from bordering Territories; some from farr.
Inside and outside too you may behold
Ore-laid, or richly trim'd, with burnisht gold.
Her brazen Entralls through the Decks appear,
While Silken Flags are hovering in the Aire,
Her rough and Oaken sides are lin'd within
With Velvet smoother then the Ermins skin.
Profit and pleasure meet; for with delight
Things necessary do present to sight.
I'th Front a well man'd Castle takes your sence
I'th Rear a Court full of Magnificence;
Here sits in Majesty Great Britains Queen;
And Sons of Mars and Thunder there are seen.
The Glittering Ladies in her presence stand;
Without appears a rough and Armed Band;
Those do the Needle handle, these the Spear,
They have their Muffs, these do their Gantlets weare;
Those have their Beads and Bracelets, Pins and Laces,
These deal with Halyards, Cables, Sheats and Braces.
Now when a Glorious Journal shall be made
Of all the Voyages, Thou Charles! hast had
On the dull waves below; Be it not deny'd
By all Consents, but thou be stellify'd,
And placed in the Spheers above, while we
Admire all wonders, in admiring Thee.
The Royal Charles in her present Capacitie.
MEan time 't must be confest by one and all,
The Court of England, and of Portugal:
The Floating Agora; The moving Camp,
That of all Regal Powers does bear the stamp;
The Church Epitomiz'd; The State Calcin'd,
The Kingdoms garbl'd, and their Court refin'd;
The Sea-mans Aereopage and Arsenal,
The peoples Pantheon, and their Capitol.
The Army Modell'd, and the Council all,
Or most Abstracted in our Admirall.
What Languages are wanting here? 'Mongst us
Are some of Athens, some of Ephesus.
Here are trades Manual, and to tell true,
Of severall Regions, and Religions too.
Here's a Reward for good, if good they do,
For bad here's places of Correction too.
In her we climb the Billows, work and pray
Tritons auspicious Conduct through the Sea:
Imploring the saf'st Passage e're was seen,
To land our Cargazoon, Great Britains Queen;
At whose Arrival Myriads ready stand
With Groves of Bayes and Lawrel in their hand,
To attend the Royal Nuptials, and as meet,
To lay them down at her Majestick Feet.
To the Nation in General.
THus England multiplies her Joyes at last
Without Legitimating By-blowes Past.
The Rapes and the Adulteries o'th last Age,
Being quite proscrib'd the Verge o'th Brittish Stage.
The Ravishers of Scepter, Throne, and Crown,
To th' Gulph of shame and vengeance tumbled down:
From Royal and Illustrious Branches She
Delivers over to Posteritie
Hopes of the greatest Glory,
[...]en [...]
ere were hurl'dBy Fate or Fortune through th' extensive World:
Thus Jubilees and Triumphs She puts on,
For th' dayes and years of her Affliction.
Rebellion in's own Fatall chain lies bound,
And horrid Treason's Groveling on the ground;
Both which with their Infection did fly,
Like to Acesta's Arrows, through the Sky,
And caught fire flying too, as soon as gone
I'th upper, middle, and lowest Region.
But now the Bee of Ashur, and the Fly
Of Egypt, both are banisht Britany,
The heads of both those Hydra's are lopt off,
While Peace and Plenty at e'm both do laugh.
The Glorious Mothers of such Sons we see
As bless them both for blessing Majestie;
And of such Glorious Daughters as arise,
And in their Morn and Evening-Sacrifice
Do teach the astonisht World on bended knees
To beg from Heaven Regala's like to these.
To the King and Queen.
OH! May Your Royal Sons as Cedars stand
To Govern Yours and many a forraign Land;
May the Remainder of Your Progenie
Like Pollisht Corners of the Temple be:
That Kings, and Queens, Crowns, Scepters, Diadems,
May Flow and Flourish from Your Regal Stems,
To Rule both East and West;
[...]ule
May Thules boundsBe but one Tropick to Your Royal Crowns.
Thence may Your Awful Scepters stretch as Far
As is the Artick from th' Antartick Star,
And Crown succeeding Ages with the Joyes
That to their Children from Your Loins arise.
FINIS.