A ●●●●…Y T● THE CELEBRATION OF THE ANNIVERSARY DAY OF HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH And RESTITUTION. May 29, 1630/60.  

'tWas a rich dress great England's Genius wore  
When she attended on her Lord to shore;  
When in her emulous bravery of May  
She with rich garments strewed the Royal way;  
As if by Golden Jove she ravished seemed,  
The Twins of Joy and Glory to have seemed  
Oft had she struggled with renewed mischance,  
Impregnant hopes of her deliverance;  
Till a ripe birth of Fate did Heaven send,  
Blest the beginning, and then Crowned the end.   

Then her luxuriant pride could not devise  
A satisfaction to her curious eyes;  
She viewed herself i'th' glass of her great fame,  
There frighted, as if she were not the same,  
By monstrous shapes of Government deformed,  
And all her pristine strength and beauty scorned,  
To foreign Triumphs she addressed her sight,  
And skewed at them as falling Meteors flight:  
Her wondering looks at last fixed on her Prince,  
She took the measure of her greatness thence;  
The Arts of all Magnificence were scanned,  
And the vast reach of mighty Glory spanned;  
While Jove himself did on her Monarch wait  
Th' observant clouds were th' Canopy of state,  
And gave the King the Empire of the day,  
That cheerful time might on his Honour stay.  
Now doth this An'versary all renew  
And multiplied reflect them to our view,  
This Happy Day, shall be the womb o'th' year  
Our Peace and Plenty were begotten here:  
Indeed too scant a Festival for YOU,  
(The Birth and our Redemption make two,)  
Great Sir, your Crowded Blessings cannot lie  
Within the space in which one Sun doth die;  
Take the whole revolution of Time  
And let there be no Holiday but thine;  
And yet the pious world shall worship pay  
In this enough to every Sainted Day:  
Not all the miracles that have been wrought  
But may within thy Rubric well be brought,  
While our Posterity shall learn to be  
Hereafter more Religious (Charles) for thee.   

Thus are our Raptures, and our Ecstasies,  
(When your first bright Approaches seized our Eyes)  
Perpetuated into solid Joy, and thence  
Into Religion, whose blessed Frankincense  
Ascends on high, and pleased Heaven resumes  
Her weighty Favours in such thankful Fumes;  
Sublimed thus by Divine and Sacred Art,  
Joy, like the vital Spirits fills our Heart.  
And may no other Passion swell the State,  
Nor these high stoods of Gladness ere Abate.   
James Heath,   

LONDON Printed in the Year, 1661.