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ANNIVERSARY TO THE King's Most Excellent Majesty CHARLES the II. ON HIS Birth-&-Restauration-Day, May 29. Having Resolved to Marry with the Infanta of Portugal, May the 8th. 1661.  
Connubio jungam stabili, Propriamque dicabo.  Virg. 

LEt us fall down! and Worship Charles His Ray!  
A Sun! that Summer's all our Year to May!  
Had Phoebus ever shone so fair as This,  
Daphne had scaped her Metamorphosis.  
The Priests o'th' East, by th' influence of your Worth,  
Mistaking Shrines, shall now Adore the North.  
The Guiding-Starr, o'th' Man-child God, did gain  
Less Seekers there, than does our Charles His Wain.  
Sol in Aspect with Luna! Lo! a Queen  
Coming from far! famed Beauty's Magazine!  
The Wealth o'th' World! the Glory of the Earth!  
Fair as the Star that blazed at Charles His Birth!  
A Queen of Beauty, Love, and Innocence!  
Sweet as the Smoke perfumed with Frankincense!  
A Feature made up of such Harmony,  
As Nature had her nicest Symmetry  
Reserved till now. Her more than Glorious Eye,  
Shines like a Diamond set in Ebonye.  
Whereat, the God of Love, does Light his Darts  
When He resolves the spoil of sullen Hearts.  
Her World-like Head, tressed with such lovely Brown,  
That Every single Hair deserves a Crown.  
Whose All, and Every part, do so excel,  
Plutarch Could ne'er have found Her Parallel.  
For sure as Heavens have designed Her Queen,  
'Twas only Charles could Match with Katherine.   

Thus like the Southern Queen She's drawing on  
To Commune with our Wiser Solomon.  
we'll 'bate the Spice and Camels (Gifts too small)  
Bringing Her single Self, She gives Us All.  
When two such Planets in Conjunction are  
At Every Birth, how Great will be the Star!   

Twice did Our Edward win the People's Love  
By Mien, and Person.— Oh how Charles would move!  
'Twixt their two Fates the only difference is  
That gained it for a Time, for ever, This.  
As erst to Caesar, Nations now agree  
To yield to One that's more August than He.  
How timely did the Grecian fall asleep!  
Had He now Lived, there were no Cause to Weep.  
He little thought the Sea had ever hid  
A World, where You should outdo what He did.  
How tamely did the Swedish Charles retreat!  
And quit the Earth in dread of Charles the Great!  
'Tis one Excuse for Atheists, that they view  
A Deity, and think there's None, but You.  
When two such Planets in Conjunction are,  
At Every Birth, how Great will be the Star!   

Blessed be this Month for ever! Nature's Pride!  
Worth all the Seasons of the Year beside!  
A Month that such a Flower has brought forth,  
As decks the South, and perfumes all the North!  
What York and Lancaster could ne'er have done,  
Till they were well Contracted into One.   

This Month scarce owns a Day that hath not shown  
More Triumph in it, then in Annals known.  
For un-beholden to his Ushers Shower,  
He (of himself) affords Another Flower,  
So rare, that, amongst Nature's Glories, seen  
'Twill be unquestioned, Which is King and Queen.   

May from this precious Plant an Offspring rise  
To make all Christendom a Paradise!  
That Every Son may be AUGUST, we pray,  
And Every Daughter Lady of the May!   
— Tecum Sociales impleat annos  
Quae nisi Te, nullo Conjuge, Digna fuit!  Ovid. 
Hen. Bold olim e N. C. Oxon.   

LONDON, Printed for Henry Brome at the Gun in Ivy-lane. 1661.