A POEM ROYAL TO THE Sacred Maiesty of CHARLES the II. King of Great Britain. AND THE Illustrious Donna CATHARINA His Incomparable CONSORT.
COnfusion, with grey Winter's snow's dissolv'd,
Rebellion's ice (that so long time involv'd
Our Loyal hearts, chilling the noble Blood
That once so vig'rously that Frost withstood)
Thaw'd by the *
Gen. Monk
Northern Star; the glor'ous SpringTo th' Worlds great wonder did produce a King;
Great CHARLES that had so long conceal'd his rays
Behind the angry Clouds, he now displays
His splendid lustre, and the Flow'ry May
Must ever sacred be for that glad Day;
The god's confirm'd it; and (in spight of Fear)
The Sun and Stars more fulgently appear
Th' ensuing May; you would have thought our joys
Top and top gallant now; what novel toys
Shall the next year bring forth? Fortune 'twas deem'd
Had play'd the Prod'gal; and Britain seem'd
With triumphs forfeited: But Heaven's Decree,
Blisse much above our hopes, we 'gain must see
A happy May; great Neptune now must bring
A glorious tribute to the Oceans King:
Proud of the bliss, his countenance he cheers,
And learns to smile, his Charr'ot swift he bears
To th' Indian shore, searching that Golden Mair,
In hopes some precious Carcanet to gain
Some Massie Orient Pearl, or Odour ta'ne
Out of the Phoenix Nest; but all the store
The D [...]dy's yeilds too small, he must have more:
Then tacks about, fair Lisbon Port's his aim;
His Sea-Nympths and loud Fame in's ears proclaim
The Infania's rare Accomplishments; 'tis she
The war'ry God will court for's Majestie.
He offers up his Trident-Fork, his Chair,
He charms the Seas to calmness, takes the care
Of Pilot, and commands his liquid train
Of Nymphs and Dolphins to corrant the Main:
Whilst Tryton shrilly founds, Syrens are seen
Warbling melod'ously to please our Queen.
So once the Cyprian Goddess 'bout her Isle
Did sail in state; her triumph did beguile
The winged hours, and she her self did please
With hopes of being Goddess of the Seas.
But lead she seen how far our Queen excels
Her fam'd Beauty, how the Ocean swells
To bear a Gem more worth then all that e're
Trusted themselves unto the Sea-god's care,
She'd pull her Altars down, for anger die,
Or blush her self into deformity.
Mild Zepherus softly fill the expanded sails,
The ships glide nimbly, favour'd with fresh gales,
Th' unwilling Waves divide, amaz'd to see
Upon their backs such beaut'ous Majestie,
Whilst the proud billows strive o're deck to glide,
In hopes unto her Royal foot to slide
And steal a kiss; but curb'd by Neptunes frown,
They burst with grief, and in tears trickle down.
The sporting Fishes leap along the way,
Offring themselves for sacrifice in joy.
But England envies that the seas so long
Should her so much desired bliss prolong.
She grows impatient til the Cornish Hills
Salute her Royal Fleet; the news soon fills
The neighb'ring shires, they 'larm all the Ile,
With joy the Rocks at her approach do smile.
But Neptune would by no means leave his Charge
Till Europe's *
D. York.
Mars from's care did him enlarges;Commands him to retreat, and vows himself,
To set her safely on the happy Earth.
No sooner landed, but the Guns roar joy,
The Bonfires aud the Bells make Holy-day.
Each Loyal heart exalts, the Muses sing
A joyful Meeting to our Queen and King.
The well-loyn'd Citizens wil drink a health
To Royal Cath'rines Nupti [...]ls; may their wealth
E're ready be for to support her state;
And may Great CHARLES protect her from all hate.
May all auspicious stars conjoin to grace
Their interviews, and at that blessed place
(At the first sight) let showres of Arrows flie,
And pierce their hearts, sent from each others eye.
And may their love-sick souls (to seek a rest
At first salute) steal in each others breast:
That sacred Hymen may unite those hands,
Whose hearts were join'd before in Cupids bands.
Then let our Isles with IO sound, the Night
Is sacred to our Soveraigns choice delight;
May it prove full, e'relasting, may desire
Hourly add Fuel to their Nuptial Fire.
May both live long, both love, and happy be
In Health, Wealth, Peace, and in Prosperitie.
And may this Month, great Sir, a Britains Heir
From your Imperial Loyns next year prepare
A Princely Pledge of your chast Consorts love,
Another CHARLES to reign when you're above
Inthron'd; but may that change never draw near
Till Nestor's Age upon your head you bear:
Your Royal Babe grown Man, that we may be
Rul'd still by one of your blest Progenie.
LONDON, Printed for Giles Calvert, at the Black-spread-Eagle near the West-end of Pauls, 1662.