ITER LUSIT ANICUM; OR, The Portugal Voyage.  
With what memorable Passages intervened 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 Eyewitness 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'm tossed  
With winds, and waves, and with cold winter's blast.  By S. H. a Cosmopolite. 
LONDON, Printed by S. Griffin, for Robert Paulett at the Sign of the Bible in Chancery-Lane, near 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 Poet's Son,  
'tis seldom, I ere look towards Helicon.  
The Eminencies that in them are known,  
Except their Poverty I must disown;  
an't was my Loyalty, and not my Wit,  
As Poet, that hath still occasioned 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 allegiance for to tell  
What accidents within our Voyage fell.  
To me 'twas Antidote against the harms  
We feared, or felt, among the dreadful Storms.  
'tis now an offering; your Majestic Frown  
May make't a burnt one, then I'm quite undone.  
That would astonish and appall me more,  
Then all the Horrors of the Sea before.  
But 'tis your gracious Candour I do sue,  
Which is both Patronage, and pardon too.  
Grant it, Great Sir, to him, who ne'er knew how  
To merit the least wrinkle, from your brow.  
Send from the Chancery of your Royal Breast,  
Your Royal pardon, my Quietus est.  
Your Majesty's most humble Servant, Subject, and Suppliant, S. H.   

A La Serenissima y muy Poderosa Reyna la Reyna de la Gran Britainia, Francia, y IRLANDA, etc.  
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 sober el atlantico. en que recuénto, estan acompanadoes, otros memorables sucesos, que Comprehenden, las sumptuosas solenidades (en Lisboa), de la partida de V. M tad; y por amor de Orden y metodo, los he fundado en la lustresa de los Gloriosos, y hechos muy famoses de los antepasadoes, de V. M tad; 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, sober ciudades infinitas, fortalezas y rios, Algunos de elloes saliendo del Paraiso.  
La vendicion de la Reyna del Zur, sea la de V. M tad! en el gozamiento, asi de la saviduria, como la persona del nuestro Solomon bendito: sea V M tad Como la vina frutifera, naciendo por los paredes de su Casa! Sea so Casa un Castillo impregnable! sempre bien Compuesta sin algun emfado estranxero! Sea so primogenito de V. M tad, 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. M tad. S. H.   

TO THE Most Serene and powerful Queen, the Queen of Great Britain, France, and IRELAND, etc.  
HAving had the honour to attend your Majesty in the Royal- Charleses, I have here let the world know with what bitter herbs your Majesty did eat your Pass-over through the Atlantic 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 laid the Foundation thereof in the splendour of your glorious and renowned Ancestors; who first climbed up Mount Avila, and in process of time with their victorious armies made themselves absolute Lords over the Oriental and Occidental 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 wisdom and person of our gracious Solomon. May you be like a fruitful Vine by the sides of his house; and may his house be an unvanquishable Fort against all Assailants; Let it never be disordered by any Foreign Invesion, or Domestic Treason. May your Firstborn be higher than the Kings of the Earth. This is the constant prayer of  
Most Serene Queen Your most humble, and most faithful Subject, and Servant S. H.   

THE APOLOGY, TO THE READER.  

EIght hundred leagues, short of Parnassus' Mount,  
My slumbering Muse, awaked, which made account  
T'indulge herself in silence; since she he's flown  
O'er th'yawning Waves, and Seas, to Helicon,  
And dipped her fluttering wings; returns again,  
Meets me o'th' Coasts of Portugal and Spain.  
Thence she retires to England, where she Roves:  
Amongst the Laurel, Thickets, and the Groves  
Declaring in the following numbers, when  
And where, and how King John gots Crown again,  
Relating no Romance, but what was seen,  
In the transporting of Great Britain's Queen.  
Presuming neither more than to begin,  
And jangle, to get better Ringers in.  
Resolving after this never to be seen  
Or show herself, on the Pierian Green.   

Censure not too severely these of mine;  
Or writ thyself, that I may censure thine.   S. H.  

THE ALARM, TO The SPANIARD.  

IT is decreed! nor can thy tottering Fate,  
O Spain, resist the Lusitanian State;  
Though Ensigns, Ensigns, Armies, Armies meet,  
And in dire Thunder Cannons Cannons Greet;  
They'll reach the topmost Jewel in thy Crown,  
And Place a Bend in thy Escutchion.  
Sixty two years, in Triumph, thou hast swayed  
Their Sceptre, to a Rod of Iron made.  
Thy Yoke was heavy and their Bondage more.  
Then the Sicilian Tyrants used before. 
●…ve●…i ●…ent●….   
Near nine times seven years' Vassalage they knew  
Bidding all Rights, and Liberties adieu.  
But the Grand-climacterick-year being come,  
It put a period to their Martyrdom,  
And Tropic to thy Tyranny and rage,  
Confining thee unto some other stage;  
To Act thy bloody Scenes, as to their woe  
The hast done i'th' Indies, and at Mexico.   

Maugre all Rancour, now it is decreed  
To take thy turn, either to bend or bleed.   

The Battle.  
BUt what was gained by Philip th' Second, then  
By John the Fourth was reassumed again;  
Their Laws, their Freedom, Privilege, and Crown,  
By his successful sword were made their own.  
That John, whose Ancestors in open field  
Conquered 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 Chedorlaomer,  
And's Murnivall of Kings, on Sodoms Plain?  
Then he, to get, and keep, his Crown again.  
Nay! Rather less, he vanquished four, in all,  
King John Triumphs o'er six, in Portugal.  
Thus Old * Vlissision they did regain, 
Lisb●…●…ly e●…●…sion, 〈◊〉 ●…lisses 〈◊〉 it w●… 〈◊〉 his t●… Trav●…   
First, from five Kings of Moors; and now from Spain.  
Both in December, both the very day  
Of the same Month, they bore the Palm away.   

The Conquest.  
THE News, Torpedo-like, 
Con●… ris 〈…〉 new 〈…〉 King 〈…〉 La●… Alas 〈…〉 i. e. 〈…〉 for I●…  benumbed the Sense  
Of Spain, with its Narcotick influence  
Quite Changed the hue of Olivarez Face  
For all his Counterseit Albricias:  
Amazed the Inhabitants from whom 'twas gone,  
Like lightning, beyond the Banks of Rubicon:  
Two Kingdoms in one Morning to fall off,  
May make the King to sigh, though th' Count Olivarez scoff.  
Such feathers from the Austrian eagle's wing,  
With such dependencies, both Kingdoms bring,  
i'th' 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, toth' Lot of Portugal,  
And can Spain less than tremble, sigh, and groan,  
To see such Prodroms of Confusion,  
Ruin approaching, and the People hurled  
Into distraction, through the spacious world?  
But as the victories at Marathon  
did prove a Sabbath to the Athenian.  
So what was lost by Spain, did prove to be  
IT Algarues, 
●…ra ●…be●…●…cu●… in 〈◊〉 ●…yn ●…l● the ●…he  and Portugal, a Jubilee.   

The Triumph.  
THy Ne plus ultra now is streach't as fair  
As Ana, from the straits of Gibraltar.  
The Thebans, 
●…er Cu●…●…tn●…  Pillars that of old did stand,  
As Bondaryes, on this, and the Africa 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 Spaniard fled before the Spanish steel.  
Before that Sword, which only brandished stood  
Not bathed, nor drenched, like his, i'th' adverse blood!  
Rather than kill, King John says, leted suffice,  
To drive away these birds from th' sacrifice.  
Though they have mischief upon mischief piled,  
we'll strike the Serpent, but we'll spare the Child.  
Remove the Spaniard, and restore the Crown,  
To whom 'tis due by right succession.  
Thus Ashur-like, the conquering Prince thought good,  
Rather to swim in Oil, than wade in Blood:  
One only Sacrifice, or two at most,  
Appeased 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,  
Spain's Secretary, served to atone them all.   

The Proposal of Marriage.  
FIve Lustres are well nigh accomplished, 
A ●…st●… years  since  
Lisbon has triumphed in her Native Prince.  
For sixteen years' King John the Sceptre swayed,  
Now in the Sepulchre of is Fathers laid:  
The Crown upon Alphonso th'six 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 enrolled  
'Mongst greatest Princes, and in lines of Gold,  
Dispatches her Ambassador away  
To England's King, and then keeps Holiday.   

The publication of the Banes.  
THe Banes between two Kingdoms, published, run;  
B●rn by the wings of Fame through Christendom.  
Twixt England's Monarch, and th' Infanta, there,  
The sole Intelligence that moves that Sphere.  
England's First borne; King Charles, the Exiled Son  
By Miracle restored to his Father's Throne.  
And Donna Katherine, who may boast  
A change as wonderful upon that coast.  
Great Charles, to whom all Christendom gives place,  
And Royal Katherine, of Braganza's race,  
Consult their Auguries, 
●…spo●…dore ●…e.  and you'll finde both gain  
Their Crowns, like spoils of Salmacis, again.  
One to Insulting Regicides gives Laws,  
Th' other from Spanish yoke the neck withdraws.   

The Match completed.  
SEe! See! the Illustrious pair of Princes greet!  
Who in affection and in Fortune meet;  
Heavens Arbiter, in Hymeneal-bands,  
H'as joined these Prince's hearts before their hands. 
Quo●… junx●… j●nx●…   
No Sea must sunder those whom Love conjoins;  
No time must ravel what great Hymen twines.  
Tagus o'er flows her Banks; the Curled Main  
Sends out great tides t' attend our Sovereign.  
Neptune resigns his Trident, Venus sways  
No more; it's England's Empress rules the Seas.  
The Royal Charles, proud of her Princely Bride,  
With several gallant Squadrons, by her side,  
Attends the motion, as her Convoy home,  
Where three Crowns more are added to her own.  
The Voice of Joy, and Gladness, now are seen  
To fill the Palaces of King and Queen.  
Nor was't the hand of Mortal man (alas)  
But God's right Arm, that brought it all to pass.   

To His Excellency, the Earl of Sandwich.  

Heavens was the work, yet in these Royal Scenes  
The Supreme Agent's pleased to work by means.  
Angels have joined their hearts, and now their hands  
By men must be conjoined 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 Royal Charles, Great Britain's welcome King,  
From Heaven by Sea and Land are still employed  
To Bring unto King Charles, King Charles his Bride.  
Your Grandeur, as Ambassador, is seen,  
In your attendance on great Britain's Queen.  
At every Audience, the Grandees stand,  
In you t' admire the Glory of our Land;  
Your person splendent. and your numerous Train,  
Dazzling all eyes, of Portugal, and Spain;  
First, on the spacious River which of old  
In Chronicle was famed for Sands of Gold:  
Next on the thronged Shore, 
●…ena  where millions stood  
T' attend your Landing, from the Rapid flood.  
Then, than the ancient Prophecies were Crowned  
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 Africa too, do sound your fame,  
To Europa's glory, and to Africks' shame.  
Posterity, in Volumes shall declare  
What your achievements were, what your Trophies are  
What's done within the straits, 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 Christendom.  
Others were heard (of Eminence and note,)  
To say, you'd now the Spaniard by the throat,  
The Hogen mogen's hearts did fry and burn,  
To be so nigh, and miss so good a turn.  
Thus through the Temple of Virtue you have passed  
To th' Temple of Honour and Renown at last.  
All your appearances at Court, Aboard,  
In the greatest splendour Sea, or Land afford:  
Two Nations, being at Contest, each who shall  
Load, with most dignities, our General.  
Such Honours has your Excellence, who brings  
The best of Consorts to the best of Kings.  
Thus to be Famed, and known, by one, and all.  
England's Ambassador and Admiral.    

The Valediction between the Queen of England and the Queen of Portugal.  

THe affairs of State, and ceremony, past,  
The parting, and the farewell, comes at last.  
The King, both Queens, with all their Glorious train.  
Do Solemnly appear in Court again.  
Here they receive his Excellence; and he  
From them receives her Sacred Majesty:  
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 filled the thronged Court.  
Their carriage more than masculine. No tear  
From either of their Majesties appear.  
Art conquered Nature; State, and Reason stood  
Like two great Consuls, to restrain the Flood  
Of passion and affection; which, near th' less,  
Appeared in sad, but prudent comeliness.  
Majesty 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 find a vent, from Great ones rise  
A damp that stops the sluices 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 gideon's fleece; when round  
About the spacious Court was watery ground.  
And they that conquer Kings, and kingdoms too,  
Show how themselves, themselves can conquer now.  
It is not Caesar, or Miltiades  
Can boast of Trophies, adequate to these.  
Since they, that govern Passion, triumph more  
Than they that conquer Kingdoms o'er and o'er.    

Her Majesty Shipped on St. George his day.  

SAint George was this day mounted in such state,  
He feared no Dragon; and could find no mate.  
This day surmounted other Feasts as far  
As any Festival i'th' Calendar  
Does other days; 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 Offerings laid  
On th' Altars, and all due Devotion paid.  
The People thronged in multitudes, to see  
Their King, and our great Queen in Majesty.  
Houses were out o'th' windows hurled, th' array  
That in Embroideries, and Velvets lay,  
And coffined 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  of Gold.  
All Streets adorned, triumphant Arches framed;  
In all rich Furniture as can be named.   

Thus passed the King with all his Royal train,  
Conducting the INFANTA to the Main.  
Thus England's Representative, 
●…arl of ●…ch ●…el●…  we see  
Attend, receive, conduct her Majesty:  
And as great Trajan triumphed once in Rome,  
In Effigy: 
〈◊〉 oculi ●…de●…  So they, that hither come  
Our Great King Charles in Lisbon streets might see  
Triumphant with his Queen in Majesty.  
The Robes, and Royal Ensigns he put on  
I'th' solemn day of's Coronation.  
He in his Princely Portraiture, and she  
Both in her Person, and her Effigy.    

From the Procession to the Royal Gallery.  
DOwn from the City, to the Sea they come  
Into th' King's Gallery, a glorious Room:  
And such, as they of Lisbon have not known  
To speak the splendour of that Nation.  
So Xerxes fettered up the Hellespont  
With's bridge of boats; He, and his Army on't.  
As the Grear King Alfonso, here, we see,  
O'er 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 England's Queen, and for what Nobles, bring  
Their Majesties aboard the Royal- Charleses:  
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 linked, and chained 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 Embellished 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 Queen's matchless worth:  
Her royal Cabin, and her State-room too  
Adorned with Gold, and lined 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 History we find most rare.  
Egypt, nor Isles of Chittim have not seen,  
Such rich embroideries, or such a Queen.  
Windows with Taffetas, and Damask hung;  
While Costly Carpets on the Floors are fling.  
Regions of Perfumes, Clouds of incense hurled,  
In every room of this our little World.  
Here she gins her Progress; comes a board;  
Turns Voyager to greet her Greatest Lord,  
The Royal Charles by Sea and Land she'll take,  
Both for her Zenith, and her Zodiac.   

Her Majesty's welcome Aboard.  
Welcomed she was in thunder, while the shore  
By King Alfonso's Order strives t' outroar  
Our Cannon, and our Culverin, which fly,  
And Fill the Land, the Waters, and the Sky.  
Give fire the Captains cry, and Quick 'tis gone  
Beyond the Axis of the Horizon.  
Lightning and Thunder from each Oaken side  
Proclaims the welcome of our Royal Bride.  
Such Thunder bolts, and such Granades fly  
From Stem to Stern, from waters to the Sky  
Between his Castles, and our floating Isles.  
Th' amzed In habitants for many miles,  
Surpriz d with wonder, 
●…arting  Gazed, and thought it strange  
Earth's Centre reeled no●, at the Interchange.   

St. George's Night.  

THus has the day been solemnised by all;  
But 'tis the night must Crown the Festival.  
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 shoals like Fishes, to behold the flame.  
The Great Pavilion of Condensed Clouds  
Had now no other light but from the shrouds.  
The Stars like images of Jupiter fell down,  
And Fixed a while i'th' watery Region:  
As if the Virgins, or Ariadne's Crown,  
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 darkened the day,  
Dampt the bright girdle of Andromeda.  
Nor could the famed Cassiope presume  
Among these dazzling Tapers, to a Room.  
Thus Israell-like we glyed into th' Sea,  
Pillared with Fire by night, and Clouds by day.  
The ancient Story of old Argos eyes,  
In Cannon's mouths you might Mythologize.  
From Earth, and Waters, Light, and Fire, were sent  
In Blazing Comets to the Firmament.  
Balls of consuming Wildfire here were hurled,  
Like to quick Fire drakes through the liquid world.  
The lights of heaven were darkened, the pale Moon  
Pulled in her horns, to see herself outdone.  
Each Ship a globe of glory did appear;  
Each light a fixed Star in's Hemisphere.  
That that had lest had most; 
〈…〉?  for there the Queen,  
Queen-Regent of th'new Firmament was seen.  
Charles Wain was here predominant, and these  
Great lights below, dared the Antipodes.  
City, and Sea were gilded with the shine  
That overspread them both in this design.  
Those Engines blazed with flames, which just before  
Roared out in Thunder to th' astonished shore.  
The Hulls, the Masts, the Cordage, and the Tire  
Of those Boanergeses seemed 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 Ay ry Wagoner, whose prayer  
Elias-like, 
●…s ●…ì, 〈…〉.  may now command the Air.    

The KING'S last Farewell.  
THe wind was wholly contrary that day,  
All which in visiting was passed away.  
But then, when Morpheus had closed up most eyes,  
And nights black Curtains were drawn o'er the Skies;  
Down comes the King in's Royal Barge, amain  
Incognito! with his harmonious train:  
To sing his Sisters Farewell, which was done,  
To Ecstasy, and Admiration.  
Under our gilded Galleries he floats,  
And there they advance their most melodious throats  
In several Sonnets, which the Artist calls  
Epithalamiums, Carols, Madrigals.  
Thalia to the Queen did here impart  
What skill in Music lay, and what in Art.  
What comes from Instruments, what from the throats,  
Well warbled out in sweet-dividing Notes.  
The vocal Music that we heard this Night,  
Had in't the Quintessence 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 Music did such wonders do.  
Laid Charms on man and beast, made stones to rise  
From th'sullen Earth, and resalute the Skies.  
It were a task for Lanier, Cook, or Laws,  
To give the merit of it just applause.  
I want both Skill and Language to express  
The order, melody, and comeliness  
Of this night's action: But th'approaching day  
Silenced the Music, sent the King away.   

That morning we put to Sea.  

HElen, 
●…na, 〈◊〉. all  and Troy ne'er parted; where the Queen  
Was present, there the Court was also seen:  
'Tis now a floating in this Royal Ark,  
At which the Stars may gaze, and Dogs may bark.  
Down to the womb of moisture now we fall,  
Leaving the Native soil of Portugal.  
Where formerly on shore we did descry  
Whole Constellations of Nobility  
Clouded with sadness, Ladies all in Vails,  
 we weighed Anchor, or could hoist our Sails.   

Each man's an Agamemnon, as they say,  
Mourning to part with Iphigenia.  
The Lady's farewell to her seemed to be  
Sadder than th'parting of Andromache.  
Oh! for a Zeuxis, or Aglaophon,  
To paint their looks at Lisbon, now she's gone.   

Deluged in seas of sorrow; hear their cries!  
Colchos itself ne'er sent forth such a Prize!  
Great England's Argonaut, that Princes bears,  
That widows all our joys, drowns all our tears.  
The Royal Charles, in her, has shipped in more  
Than all the Lisbon Caracks' did before.   

Both Indies in a trice, where ere she comes,  
She out-ballances all Wealth, Perfumes, and Gums.  
Tagus does flow to Thames, and now Whitehall  
H'as found Capacity for Portugal.  
London has swallowed Lisbon, England's Coast  
Hath gained more from us, than our Conquests boast.   

A virtuous Virgin, on whose cheeks do lie  
Concentred Beauty, Grace, and Modesty.  
A Gracious Bride, whose mere Intrinsic worth  
Runs parallel with what the world brings forth;  
A Glorious Queen, arrayed in Majesty,  
Mirror of Virtue, Prudence, Piety.   

A Virgin; Bride, and Queen, young, fair and good,  
Leander-like attempts the curled Flood,  
To court Great Britain's King, o'th' British shore,  
Waving both Tagus and Pactolus o'er;  
Leaving all hopeless  her like to see,  
Except it come, Great Charles, from Her, and Thee!    

Good Wind and Weather.  

ALL Oracles invoked, we launch again,  
By Heaven's safe Conduct, to the Briny-main;  
Our Canvas swelling with such gentle gales,  
As strain no Top-masts, and yet fill her Sails.  
Our hollow Keels the Ocean do divide,  
With all advantages of Wind and Tide;  
Mercies do seem to multiply; We find  
Fair weather added to the fairest wind    

A cross and contrary Wind.  

THe morn was glorious, but our hopes (Alas!)  
Blasted, and withered,  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 pumped 'em out again,  
Nor were we far into the Ocean gone,  
But we were crossed with an Euroclydon;  
North-east, and turbulent just such a one,  
As crossed 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 fly  
Rolling themselves in Mountains to the Sky; 
then ●…n ●…ains ●…lled ●…ae; ●…a, ●…ng ●…an●…   
So vast, so very high, they seemed to some  
To be the very Mountains of the Moon.  
The hollow winds with whistling from the Clouds  
Strain both the Topmast, Mainmast, Yards, and Shrouds.  
The very day was darkness, and the night  
Presented nought but horror to the sight.  
The sounds of Port and Starbored heard before,  
Were dwindled to Non-near, and ware-no-more.  
The Face of Heaven was dreadful; and the noise  
Of wind, and water drowned the Sailor's cries.  
Alarums of vengeance sounding in our ears,  
So lately filled with Music of the Spheres.  
In this Great bustle 'twixt the Sea, and Storm,  
Some had their Main-sails, some their Topsails torn.    

The Passengers in this Storm.  
THe Jaw-fall'n Passongers could as soon ear  
Morsels o'th' Mainmast, as a mess of meat.  
Cordials of Amber, and dissolved Pearl  
Would now be Nauseous to Man and Girl;  
Doctors and Pothecaries were useless now,  
The Sea was Physic and Physician too.  
Some it'h Star-chamber, some in Cabins lie,  
Neither had more to do, but wink and die.  
Ai-ke! cries one, Jesus! another says,  
Here's one a cursing, there's another preys,  
Here laughs a Sailor, while another cried,  
he'd change this great Fishmarket for Cheapside.  
The Deck with sick men covered; so that  
It looked 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 near the Ship.  
I'th' midst of these encumbrances, we spied  
A Tortuous Leviathan by th' Ships side,  
Who on the Rolling waves did sport and play,  
Taking his Pastime in the troubled Sea.  
Great store of Porpoises do here advance  
Above the Surges: And the Dolphin's dance,  
As if those wonders which i'th' depth do lie,  
Had all been shuffled into Mutiny.  
With cross and adverse winds for thirteen days  
We roll and tumble on the fearful Seas;  
And pass our time with very small delight  
'Mongst Sons of Neprune, and of Amphitrite.  
Each Man turns Votary, his Temple dressed  
With Royal wreaths, like great Apollo's Priest,  
Praying the Heaven of Heavens propitious be,  
In the safe Conduct of her Majesty.   

The Mariner's Prayer.  

ILLustrious Princess, may nor Wind nor Tide,  
Crowd to disturb King Charles His Royal Bride.  
Gentle as breathe of Eunuches be the Gales  
That fill and swell your large distended Sails:  
Now let all storms be cramped; The surly wind  
That stirs Hesperian billows be confined:   

May never Aeolus with boisterous blasts  
Invade your Canvas Cordage, or your Masts;  
Nor Thracian Boreas, whom Poets said,  
Too loudly courted the Erythraean 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 roar  
Like those upon Puzzola, or Baiae shore;  
May never Remora, nor Proserpina,  
Nor Aeacus, nor Alceus, who design  
And prophesy hard Sea-adventures, Be  
Occasioned to foretell your Naufragie;  
Lest while such Destiny they should make known,  
They blast our Kingdom's Glory, and their own.   

Blessed by a higher Auspice, still go view  
Your vast Dominion, while we jointly sue  
Your safer Convoy through the watery main,  
As the return of England's 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 Orion's help, May all cornbine  
In Pitch-dark Firmaments most bright to shine.  
That no cross Constellation them undo,  
Who bear both Caesar's Name, and Fortune too.   

But that from South to North we come again  
With CHARLES his Bride enthroned in Charles his wain.    

The Queen's Courage.  

A Little Remora the Ship, they say,  
Of Caius the Emperor did stop the way;  
But nothing can Retardate England's Bride,  
Hinder, or keep her from King Charles his side.  
'Twas not a Cyclops that could block the way,  
Or keep Ulysses from his Ithaca;  
The sight of which he did prefer by odds  
Before the Immortality o'th' gods.  
It was not Hellespont, though it divide  
The shores, from Sestos to Abydos side,  
Can part that Amorous Pair, Th' Ambiguous flows  
Conspired to bring them to their sweet repose. 
Le-    

So here, while we our constant Course do ply,  
Mounting on Surges sometimes to the Sky,  
As if we'd climb 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' Enveloped Clouds, nor blustering Wind,  
Nor raging Billows, though they roar by kind,  
Such Resolution does her Breast afford  
Can Fright the Infanta from her Royal Lord.  
All danger she disdains, overlooks all harms,  
Till she be lodged within her Sovereign's Arms.  
Cast up the various hazards, and you'll say,  
theyare more then Hercules ran for's Omphale.   

And yet none more vivaclous than She,  
The Pride and Glory of the Company.    

The reward of Patience.  

THe turbulent Atlantic that did roar,  
Bellow and bluster, but the day before,  
Appears so gently mild, so calm to day,  
You might well call it the Pacifick-Sea.  
The raging Wind was breathless; Now no noise,  
Or from the Surges here, or from the Skies.   

 long, twelve Leagues a Watch, the Yeomen cry,  
A better Wind ne'er blew out of the Sky;  
A smother Sea, no man alive can boast,  
Or fairer Wether on the Biscay Coast.  
The Sea-sick Passengers that loathed their meat,  
Are readier now for to devour, then eat.   

And that Ship-Royal, which it'h darkest night,  
Toth' 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 ploughs the Seas  
(Like Atalanta, and Hippomanes;)   

All Armed with Zeal: No Golden Apple here  
To stop the Passage of her swift Carreire.    

To the Queen.  
A Main! For England, now the Say lors cry,  
The Royal Standart fluttering in the Sky,  
Old Palinurus to his Compass flies,  
Having no Object now, 
●…s●●…r.  but Seas and Skies.  
Lifting his watchful Eyes, his heart, his hands,  
The Helmesmen waiting still his quick commands.  
The Wether beaten Pilots, who do know;  
What Oracles, and Tripod's used 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 Wethers, wary in's commands.  
Master and Mates, the Boatswain, and his crew  
From stem to stern, bid ease and sleep adieu;  
From the Gunner, and his Gang, afore and afed,  
The rest o'th' Navy are their duty taught.  
Silence or Thunder from their Admiral  
Creates Example here to One and All.  
Each Mariner t' his sheats, and Halyards stands,  
Ductile and Pliant to supreme commands,  
Restless and labouring, till their Anchor's laid  
In Thames, Great Queen, which were in Tagus weighed.   

To the World.  

THe Royal Navy 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 peril of being sent to their own sphere.  
Lower your Topsails Dutchmen: strike amain;  
Down with your Flags, proud Hollander and Spain.  
Let no bold Frenchman dare to come too nigh,  
That English Flags or Ensigns can descry:  
Let all your several squadrons Homage pay  
To the great Lord and Lady of the Sea.  
To England's Monarch still; now to his Queen;  
Let not the thoughts of Reuben Intervene.   

England! thy floating Isles, thy wooden Walls  
Damps the discourse of ten Escurials:  
A Navy so puissant ne'er was known  
To cross the Seas, since Seas knew Oleron.    

On the Royal Charles.  

Ship's are Hermaphrodites; we call them Men,  
Charles, James and Henry; At next breath again,  
She's a brave Man of War, here's one for all,  
P●…h the World's wonder, and her Admiral.  
The Royal Charles; The name o'th' Faith's Defender,  
Admits Expressions in a double Gender.   

No Phlegmatic Commander can gainsay  
This truth, but in discourse will passed away.  
Bate me this Sea-absurdity, and then,  
He fall to write o'th' Royal Charles again.  
The Worlds seven wonders, Time had swallowed down,  
Seem to be now disgorged in this alone.  
A Ship so Large, so Gilt, so Guned, so Man'd,  
So Armed, so Fortified, as may withstand  
All Opposition that may seem to come  
From any Port or Part of Christendom.  
Her Ensigns, Pendants, Streamers and Array,  
Richer than th' King of Tyrus put to Sea.  
Her Trumpets Silver, and her Wastcloths round,  
Formed of the deep'st-dy'd-Scarlet could be found.  
Her high-exalted-Masts like Towers would shake  
The lofty Coloss o'er the Rhodian Lake.  
Her Cannons, and her Culverin outroar,  
Ferar as Cacodaemon on the shore,  
And's Terraemotus too; make Sea-Nymphs wonder  
To hear them drown with their noise noise of Thunder;  
Which Echoing 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 Poison, and complete 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 bend,  
Peace-meal the trembling Saracen shall rend:  
And they shall soonest who most in blood delight  
Lay weapons down, admire, but never fight:  
When they her Great Artillery espy  
And English Lions in her Fanes descry,  
In homage to her Sovereignty 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 levelled as they do not miss,  
Worse than the Brazen-Bull of Phalaris;  
For other Warlike Instruments we score  
Of several sorts, about a thousand more.   

Gorgon, the Ship of Perseus, ner' struck  
Such terror to th' Assyrians; ne'er 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 Seafaring Zebulon.   

Nor is her state impaired 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,  
Fullness, 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 War,  
Some fetched from bordering Territories; some from far.   

Inside and outside too you may behold  
O'erlaid, or richly trimmed, with burnished gold.  
Her brazen entrails through the Decks appear,  
While Silken Flags are hover in the Air,  
Her rough and Oaken sides are lined within  
With Velvet smother than the Ermines skin.  
Profit and pleasure meet; for with delight  
Things necessary do present to sight.   

I'th' Front a well man'd Castle takes your sense  
I'th' Rear a Court full of Magnificence;  
Here sits in Majesty Great Britain's 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 Gauntlets wear;  
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 denied  
By all Consents, but thou be stellified,  
And placed in the Spheres above, while we  
Admire all wonders, in admiring Thee.    

The Royal Charles in her present Capacity.  

MEan time it must be confessed 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 Epitomised; The State Calcined,  
The Kingdoms garbled, and their Court refined;  
The Seaman's Aereopage and Arsenal,  
The people's Pantheon, and their Capitol.  
The Army Modelled, and the Council all,  
Or most Abstracted in our Admiral.  
What Languages are wanting here? 'Mongst us  
Are some of Athens, some of Ephesus.  
Here are trades Manual, and to tell true,  
Of several 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 safest Passage e'er was seen,  
To land our Cargazoon, Great Britain's Queen;  
At whose Arrival Myriad ready stand  
With Groves of Bays and Laurel in their hand,  
To attend the Royal Nuptials, and as meet,  
To lay them down at her Majestic Feet.    

To the Nation in General.  

THus England multiplies her Joys at last  
Without Legitimating By-blows Past.  
The Rapes and the Adulteries o'th' last Age,  
Being quite proscribed the Verge o'th' British Stage.  
The Ravishers of Sceptre, Throne, and Crown,  
To th' Gulf of shame and vengeance tumbled down:  
From Royal and Illustrious Branches She  
Delivers over to Posterity  
Hopes of the greatest Glory, 
●…en●…  ere were hurled  
By Fate or Fortune through th' extensive World:  
Thus Jubilees and Triumphs She puts on,  
For th' days and years of her Affliction.   

Rebellion in's own Fatal chain lies bound,  
And horrid Treason's Grovelling 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 banished Britain,  
The heads of both those Hydra's are lopped off,  
While Peace and Plenty at 'em both do laugh.  
The Glorious Mothers of such Sons we see  
As bless them both for blessing Majesty;  
And of such Glorious Daughters as arise,  
And in their Morn and Evening-Sacrifice  
Do teach the astonished 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 foreign Land;  
May the Remainder of Your Progeny  
Like Polished Corners of the Temple be:  
That Kings, and Queens, Crowns, Sceptres, Diadems,  
May Flow and Flourish from Your Regal Stems,  
To Rule both East and West; 
●…ule  May Thules' bounds  
Be but one Tropic to Your Royal Crowns.  
Thence may Your Awful Sceptres stretch as Far  
As is the Arctic from th' Antarctic Star,  
And Crown succeeding Ages with the Joys  
That to their Children from Your Loins arise.  
FINIS.