An Exact and True RELATION OF The Landing of Her MAJESTY at Portsmouth, after many high Tempests, and a long Distress at Sea; and how She was diligently and magnificently met with in the way by His Highness the Duke of York, the Duke of Ormond, the Earl of Suffolk, the Earl of Chesterfield, and many other Personages of Honour: As also, the most pompous and solemn Joys expressed at Her Landing at Portsmouth, by a great confluence of the Flower of the Nobility and Gentry of this Nation, in which (on the first Report of Her Arrival) the City of London sympathized on Thursday May 15. TOGETHER WITH A perfect Account of Her Happy and most Auspicious MARRIAGE to His most Sacred MAJESTY, on Wednesday May 21. by the Right Reverend Father in GOD, Gilbert Lord Bishop of London; As also of their Removal from thence to His Majesty's Royal Manor of Hampton Court, on Thursday May 29. which Day, was the Star-crowned Birthday of His MAJESTY.  

THE Queens Approach no sooner filled our Ears,  
But we were all straight turned Geographers;  
We vexed the Maps to give us an Account  
Of Scillyes Island, and Saint Michael's Mount;  
We every Inch examined, every Joint,  
Searching from Dartmouth to Saint Ellen's Point;  
And all the Coasts of th' Isle of Wight being seen,  
We looked for Portsmouth, and there found our QVEEN.  
See where She rides, Her Beauties do adorn,  
 
The Light, which from then uncontrolled flies,  
Dazzles the Sun to look upon Her Eyes;  
There need no Knots of Ribbons in Her Hair,  
The laughing Stars in knots are radiant there.   

No sooner shipped for ENGLAND She set sail,  
But Neptune sent forth a Tempestuous Gale,  
When lo Her Beauties charmed the Winds loud rage,  
Calmed the Wild Waves, and did the Sea assuage;  
At which loud Triton did his suit prefer  
To entertain him for Her Trumpeter,  
And many a Meremaid did attend upon Her,  
And humbly begged to be Her Maids of Honour;  
The Dolphins near Her shoaled, and with their Train  
Swept the Salt Deep, and cut the Foaming Main;  
So great the Tumult, one might well suppose  
From Love, not Rage the late great Tempest risen;  
The Waves t' enjoy Her sight could not forbear  
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,  
Whilst Winds (that struggled who should most have crowned Her.  
So sinned by Zeal, that they almost had drowned Her.   

Landed at last; Saint Michael's Mount must be  
The only place, where happy Destiny  
Decreed, that first this Princess should be found  
To plant Her foot upon the English Ground;  
〈◊〉 here of Time some respite being spent  
In Gratulation, and in Compliment,  
To give a short Refreshment, and to ease  
Her Body, weary of the churlish Seas,  
The Frigates put to Sea, and did convey  
This Matchless Princess unto Portsmouth Bay;  
Here as along the English Coasts they work,  
She was encountered by the Duke of York,  
And Chesterfields', and Suffolk's Earls, with whom  
A gallant Train of Gentlemen did come:  
Hear the Sea grew more mild, and all the way  
Now seemed as gentle, and as smooth as they,  
The Winds so friendly, and the Seas so tame,  
From th' Isle of Wight She unto Portsmouth came;  
Now Bonsires' warm 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;  
All things do smile, and do conspire outright  
To mingle Royal Greatness with Delight:  
The Month is May, and the dressed Spring doth stand  
In all her Pride to welcome Her to Land;  
Hear Youth and Love do Pomp and Honour greet,  
And Peace and Safety walk in every Street;  
And Heaven, the more his Blessings to unfold,  
Doth hail down Pearls, and reins down riguous Gold.  
This was the Place where first His MAJESTY  
His Matchless Spouse Queen KATHERINE did see;  
For though 'twas Cornwall to the QVEEN did bring  
The happy sight of ENGLAND, yet the KING  
(But when Her Picture did present the same)  
Ne'er saw His QVEEN till She to Portsmouth came.   

T' express the State and Glory of this Day,  
When eyes did eyes, and souls did souls survey,  
When Nobles strove who should exceed each other,  
And Pomp, and Joy, to conquer one another,  
Would be too large a Subject to engage  
The narrow Compass of so short a Page.   

From hence these Royal Consorts did transfer  
Their Sacred Persons unto Winchester;  
Here they are are new united, by a blessed  
And solemn Marriage; here the KING possessed  
Earth pure as Heaven, and stained with no Alloy,  
Braganzaes' Glory, and Terrezaes' Joy.   

From these United Loves, may the Flames rise  
Pure, and Unwaving, till they touch the Skies:  
May they new Blessings to this Land invite,  
And fill 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;  
Whiles every Street resounds, and every Green,  
GOD Save the KING, GOD long preserve our QUEEN.    

London, Printed for C. Wildeberh at the Globe in St. Katherine's, and John Ruddiard at the Unicorn in Cornhill, under the Royal Exchange. 1662.