UPON HER MAJESTY'S New Buildings at Somerset-House.  

GReat Queen, That does our Island bless  
With Princes, and with Palaces;  
Treated so ill, chased from your throne,  
Returning you adorn the town,  
And with a brave revenge do show,  
Their glory went, and came with you;   

While Peace from hence, and you were gone  
Your houses in that Storm o'erthrown,  
Those wounds which Civil Rage did give,  
At once you pardon and Relieve:   

Constant to England in your love,  
As Birds are to their wont Grove,  
●hough by rude hands their Nests are spoiled,  
There, the next Spring, again they build:   

Accusing some malignant Star,  
Not Britain, for that fatal War,  
Your kindness banishes your fear,  
Resolved to fix for ever here:   

But what new Mine this work supplies?  
Can such a pile from Ruin rise?  
This like the first Creation shows,  
As if at your Command it rose;   

Frugality, and Bounty too,  
Those differing virtues, meet in you;  
From a Confined well managed store  
You both employ, and feed the poor:  
Let Foreign Princes vainly boast  
The rude effects of Pride, and Cost,  
Of vaster Fabriques', to which They  
Contribute nothing, but the Pay:   

This, by the Queen herself designed,  
Gives us a pattern of her mind;  
The state, and order does proclaim  
The Genius of that Royal Dame,  
Each part with just proportion graced,  
And all to such advantage placed   

That the fair view her Window yields,  
The Town, the River, and the Fields  
Entering, Beneath us, we descry,  
And wonder how we came so high;   

She needs no weary steps ascend,  
All seems before her feet to bend,  
And here, as She was born, She lies  
High, without taking pains to rise.   
London, Printed for Henry Herringman at the Anchor in the Lower Walk in the New-Exchange. Anno Dom. 1665.