THE PHOENIX HER Arrival & Welcome TO ENGLAND. It being an Epithalamy on the Marriage of the KING'S Most Excellent Majesty with the Most Royal and Most Illustrious DONNA KATHERINE Of PORTUGAL. By SAMUEL HOLLAND.  
LONDON, Printed for the Author. 1662.   

To the most Excellent and most Heroical Prince, PRINCE RUPERT.  
May it please Your Highness,  
THe Eyes of all knowing Persons, not only in this Nation, but all Europe over, and beyond it also, are fixed on Your Highness: You attract them by Your Candour, and oblige them by the Inimitable Example of Your Courage: And amongst the number of those who daily do throng in to admire and honour You, it is my Glory to be one, who having received my best Encouragements from the Influence of Your Heroic Greatness, shall make it my daily business accordingly to declare it, and to endeavour to be worthy of it.  
May it please Your Highness,  
The late War in many Testimonies of Incomparable Valour showed how much You honoured the Late King; and in some Testimonies again, it showed how much we (who were Your Soldiers) honoured You, whose Spirits You so often roused up to the out-daring of all Dangers by the admirable Example of Your height of Fortitude: Then I endeavoured to serve You with my Sword, as I have done since with my Pen, and have been in both as elaborate as Resolution, and Art can make me.  
May it please Your Highness,  
I modestly do presume that this Piece on His Majesty's most Happy Marriage with the Princess of Portugal will not be unacceptable to Your Highness; It hath received the happiness to be much applauded by Persons of Eminent Judgement who have perused it: May it merit the Honour to be protected by Your Highness, to whom most precisely it doth devote itself, his Desires and Ambition are crowned, who is,  
(May it please Your Highness)  
Your most affectionate and most humble Servant, S. HOLLAND.   

THE PHOENIX HER Arrival & Welcome TO ENGLAND.  
It being an Epithalamy on the Marriage of the KING'S Most Excellent Majesty with the Most Royal and Most Illustrious DONNA KATHERINE Of PORTUGAL.  

WOnders get Wonders, and their glorious Birth  
Increase new numbers both in Heaven and Earth;  
Though Charles the First this present Age did call  
A Mirror, and a Miracle to all;  
Yet 'twas the top and height of his Renown  
He got so brave a Prince to heir his Crown;  
And 'tis the Joy and Honour of his Son  
To trace those Glories Charles the First had done;  
To his Renown it was he did advance  
The English Lions with the Flowers of France,  
And to the Honours of his Son we all  
Ascribe this Marriage made with Portugal.  
Great CHARLES the Second, who is King of Hearts  
And King of Arms, as well as King of Arts,  
To bless this Nation by a Knot divine  
Is married to the matchless KATHERINE.  
Great CHARLES the Second whom Fames Trumpet rings  
To be the Wonder and Delight of Kings,  
Is joined to Her whom heavens rich Mint did coin  
For England's Queen, the Noble KATHERINE.  
Great CHARLES the Second, Second unto none  
In Goodness, Greatness, and Religion,  
Hath met a Noble Parallel, whose Line  
Answers His own, the Accomplished KATHERINE.  
Great CHARLES the Second, like another Sun  
Whose radiant Glories through all Europe run,  
Hath chose One with Him in His Orb to shine  
Bright as Himself, the Beauteous KATHERINE.  
But since the Course of Heaven and Nature shuns  
The levelling Splendour of two equal Suns;  
Therefore their Rival Lustres to atone,  
Wedlock hath tied these Sacred Lights in one:  
And now since Venus is new joined to Mars,  
Be they the Envy of all other Stars;  
Let them on Earth of Blessings find such store,  
Till Earth can ask, or Heaven scarce grant them more.   

Lo where that Tagus who but lately rolled  
His glittering waters intermixed with Gold,  
And proudly flowing with a vain Desire  
In his own Channels did himself admire,  
Now pale with Grief, he his own Joys disclames,  
To see his Glories in the lap of Thames;  
His richest treasure, and more precious far,  
More pure in substance, and in show more fair,  
Then all the glory of the weighty Oar  
That shines in spangles on his wealthy shore,  
Is now (transported) from fair Lisbon come,  
This Isle to make the Queen of Christendom.   

See where she comes her Beauties do adorn,  
And lend new splendours to the blushing Morn,  
The Vigour of her rays, which conquering flies,  
Dazzles the Sun to look upon her eyes;  
There needs no Ribbons to adorn her hair,  
The laughing Stars in knots are radiant there.  
The Graces are her Ushers, and do strew  
Roses before her where so ere she go,  
And a long train of Virtue's hand in hand  
In Order all behind her do attend.  
No sooner shipped for England, she set sail,  
But Neptune sent forth a tempestuous Gale,  
When lo her Beauties i'th' Seas highest Rage  
Soon struck a Calm, and did their wrath assuage.  
At which loud Triton did his suit prefer  
To entertain him for her Trumpeter,  
And many a Mermaid did attend upon her  
And humbly craved to be her Maids of Honour;  
The Dolphins near her shoaled, and with their train  
Swept the salt foam, and cut the curled Main;  
So great the Tumult, one might well suppose  
From Love, not Rage, the late high Tempest rose;  
The Waves t'enjoy her sight no pains did spare  
To leap into the Element of Air,  
The Air to bear so fair a burden fain,  
Would change its place and nature with the Main,  
Whiles Winds that struggled who should most have crowned her,  
So sinned in Zeal, that they almost had drowned her.  
And now arrived, Saint Michael's Mount must be  
The place of Fame, where happy Destiny  
Decreed that first this Princess should be found  
To plant her foot upon the English Ground.  
Now all things smiled, and did conspire outright  
To mingle Royal Greatness with Delight;  
The Month is May, and the dressed Spring doth stand  
In all its pride to welcome her to land.  
Here having taken some days rest to ease  
Her Body weary of the churlish Seas,  
A winged Grove of Frigates doth convey  
Her Sex's Glory unto Portsmouths' Bay:  
Here did our Fears cast Anchor, to implore  
The Pilots Conduct on the Seas no more;  
Now Bonfires heat the Air, Healths drench the Earth,  
Portsmouth the Centre, and the Stage of Mirth;  
Some use their tongues, and speak their Mirth in Fancies,  
Others their feet, and tread their Joys in Dances:  
Now Youth, and Beauty, State, and Pomp do greet,  
And Peace and Plenty walk in every Street,  
And from above, heavens Blessings more t'unfold,  
It hails down Pearls, and reins down riguous Gold.  
Portsmouth's the place where first His Majesty  
His Royal Spouse Queen Katherine must see;  
For though 'twas Cornwall to the Queen did bring  
The happy sight of England, yet the King  
(But when her Picture did present the same)  
ne'er saw his Queen till she to Portsmouth came.  
The holy knot was tied here in a blessed  
And solemn Marriage, here the King possessed  
Earth pure as Heaven, and stained with no Alloy,  
Braganzaes' Glories, and Terezaes' Joy.   

Now like two glorious Lamps may their Flames rise  
Pure, and erect, until they touch the Skies;  
May their rich splendour be by Age more bright,  
And grace the World with their United Light;  
May their Loves be a Sacrifice t'atone  
Their People's Rage, and make their hearts but one:  
May the Church flourish in her Truth, and Train,  
And be as white as Innocence again:  
May those who scorned us in our late distress  
Now fear, and wonder at our Happiness;  
May every Street, and every Country's Green  
Ring with the Trophies of our King and Queen;  
And may the thunder of their Arms chastise  
And judge 'twixt all both Friends and Enemies,  
T'advance the Good, and humble those are Fierce,  
And give new Laws unto the Universe.   
FINIS.