UPON Our Royal Queens Majesties MOST HAPPY ARRIVALL, THE MOST Illustrious Donna Catherina Sole-Sister to the High and Mighty KING of PORTUGALL.
THe
Princely Muses do my Fancie move,
To consecrate a Verse to that blest Love,
That Royal Qneen of Grace, & great command
Espous'd to
Charles Le Bon, and
Charles Le Grand.
Prophetickly by him so well design'd,
Who was with Heavenly knowledge fo resin'd?
Heaven guard them Both together, and reflect
That influence of Favour, to protect
That
Sacred Nymph, whose passage did so please
The
Eternal God of
Heav'n, of
Earth, of
Seas,
To welcome Her with Complemental Ditties,
Ecchoes of Joy rebound in Court and Cities:
And lest the lowest place true love should want,
Or we be deemed of Devotion scant;
Loe I presume alone from Country Caves
To come and honour those
Neptunian waves
Have brought us home with such propitious gales,
A Princely Mother to a
Prince of Wales;
Who may (my
Genius thinks) in time outvie,
The richest Gems of Glorious Chivalry:
And equalize in worth, if not exceed
The bravest
Heroë's of our
Brittish breed:
And with
Pegasean Frigats lowdly roar
At the proud banks of that
Iberian shore:
And with triumphant Valour once again
Set up his Standard in the Realms of
Spain:
And with a Crown of Fortune there resume
A Trophee, like the brave
Bohemian plume,
And by victorious Virtue still advance
That Princely House of
Portugal, Braganze
To
Englands high renown, and in despight
Of all such Foes as dare against them fight,
May our
Imperial Lion rampant stand,
With the bless'd
Unicorn at his
command,
Who by his secret Virtues may confound
All
Poysons in the Springs of
English ground:
That being Crown'd at home with perfect Peace,
His glories through the world may still increase:
Great Princes shall adore his
Royal word,
And Nations tremble at his
conquering sword,
Then Forreign parts will fear our
force, and then
Our Soveraign shall be stil'd,
The King of Men;
And may his Dearest
Consort blessed be,
With all rare fortunes of
felicity:
The
grace of
Heaven, the
prime deiights of
Earth,
Make
Her the
Mirrour of
Content and
Mirth,
Celestial Angels guard her free from
harms,
Sweetly embraced in our
Soveraigns armes;
Heaven guide her
grace, and make her truly seen,
Of
Beauty, Wit and
Majesty the
Queen
A fit
Consort to please the good desires
Of such a
Prince whom all the
World admires
And may this
Princely payer rest in love,
More firm and constant than the
Turtle Dove;
Gods grace their Lives both prosper and protect,
And in the end
Their souls to Heaven direct;
And grant them
here that Quintessence of
glory,
Was never read in my CESARS storie;
That after-ages may of them rehearse,
A glorious
Wonder to the
Universe.
By JOHN WENLOCK of
Lincolns Inne,
Esq
London▪[?] Printed by[?] T [...] [...] Leonard[?] [...] 1661.