OURANIA: The High and Mighty Lady the Princess Royal OF AURANGE CONGRATULATED On Her Most Happy ARRIVAL September the 25th. M.DC.LX.  
SUre Darling Fortune humoured thy sweet mind  
In thy most safe recess, 'twas hugely kind  
To take thee from our black tempestuous Times,  
And place thee in Serener quiet Climes.  
Bright Guardian Angel, since you fled from hence  
W' have lost our virtue and our Innocence;  
W'have lost our peace, w'have lost your father too,  
And all's imputed to our want of You.  
Nay, while You stayed to compliment the State  
Death rudely parts Your Dear Triumvirate;  
And being angry he might snatch no more,  
He raved and stormed to keep you from our Shore,  
But Neptune felt our sighs more than the weather  
Who'd bear your greatness and our grief together.  
Welcome Halcyon Lady as the Dove  
That the Old world's recovery did prove,  
But where's the Branch the Royal Orange Sprig  
To give assurance that the Plant doth live;  
(Since wars hot beams scorched not that deluged  
Not a ripe Orange can again be found. (ground,)  
Thrice welcome to our tossed shattered Ark  
Thou Star that lightest thy Brothers in the dark:  
Castor and Pollux borrowed Leda's rays,  
Her lustrous lightning made their night be days.  
What did they suffer not! what she not do!  
Hard hearted Fate doth love and fain would woe!  
Oh such widow such a Turtle Mate  
Would put robbed Nature to a new Create;  
Set the great pair together, Her and Mother,  
No Name or Glory will be left another:  
Go seek in vain for such a Loyal Love,  
'Tis gone to heaven and interchanged above.  
Yet like a kindly vapour drawn from Earth,  
That gratefully descends to ripe her Birth,  
So her affections Mounted upwards, run  
Fruitfully down upon the Prince her Son;  
Here Love like Janus has a double Face  
One would not serve Great Mary full of Grace.  
So many great relations ne'er met  
Proportioned wisdom and a mind so fit.  
Now th' Happy Constellation appears  
The gladdest light e'er blessed the English Spheres,  
We have forgot the miseries are past  
Since your sweet influence overtook the last.  
Disquiet dare not stir nor Rebel hand  
Move but a finger, You secure the Land.  
'Tis the King's peace we keep, and to him due,  
But our tranquillity we owe to you.  
O Land of Wonders, what's yet to be seen!  
Your Princely Sister and your Mother Queen.   

LONDON, Printed by W. Godbid. 1660.