A POEM ROYAL TO THE Sacred Majesty of CHARLES the II. King of Great Britain. AND THE Illustrious Donna CATHARINA His Incomparable CONSORT.  By J. L. Esq 

COnfusion, with grey Winter's snow's dissolved,  
Rebellion's ice (that so long time involved  
Our Loyal hearts, chilling the noble Blood  
That once so vig'rously that Frost withstood)  
Thawed by the * 
Gen. Monk  Northern Star; the glorious Spring  
To th' World's great wonder did produce a King;  
Great CHARLES' that had so long concealed his rays  
Behind the angry Clouds, he now displays  
His splendid lustre, and the Flowery May  
Must ever sacred be for that glad Day;  
The god's confirmed it; and (in spite of Fear)  
The Sun and Stars more fulgently appear  
Th' ensuing May; you would have thought our joys  
Top and top gallant now; what novel toys  
Shall the next year bring forth? Fortune 'twas deemed  
Haddit played the Prod'gal; and Britain seemed  
With triumphs forfeited: But Heaven's Decree,  
Bliss much above our hopes, we 'gain must see  
A happy May; great Neptune now must bring  
A glorious tribute to the Ocean's King:  
Proud of the bliss, his countenance he cheers,  
And learns to smile, his Charr'ot swift he bears  
To th' Indian shore, searching that Golden Mair,  
In hopes some precious Carcanet to gain  
Some Massy Orient Pearl, or Odour ta'en  
Out of the Phoenix Nest; but all the store  
The D●dy's yields too small, he must have more:  
Then tacks about, fair Lisbon Port's his aim;  
His Sea-Nympths and loud Fame in's ears proclaim  
The Infania's rare Accomplishments; 'tis she  
The war'ry God will court for's Majesty.  
He offers up his Trident-Fork, his Chair,  
He charms the Seas to calmness, takes the care  
Of Pilot, and commands his liquid train  
Of Nymphs and Dolphins to corrant the Main:  
Whilst Tryton shrilly found'st, Sirens are seen  
Warbling melod'ously to please our Queen.  
So once the Cyprian Goddess 'bout her Isle  
Did sail in state; her triumph did beguile  
The winged hours, and she herself did please  
With hopes of being Goddess of the Seas.  
But lead she seen how far our Queen excels  
Her famed Beauty, how the Ocean swells  
To bear a Gem more worth than all that e'er  
Trusted themselves unto the Sea-god's care,  
She'd pull her Altars down, for anger die,  
Or blush herself into deformity.  
Mild Zephyrus softly fill the expanded sails,  
The ships glide nimbly, favoured with fresh gales,  
Th' unwilling Waves divide, amazed to see  
Upon their backs such beauteous Majesty,  
Whilst the proud billows strive o'er deck to glide,  
In hopes unto her Royal foot to slide  
And steal a kiss; but curbed by Neptune's frown,  
They burst with grief, and in tears trickle down.  
The sporting Fishes leap along the way,  
Offering themselves for sacrifice in joy.  
But England envies that the seas so long  
Should her so much desired bliss prolong.  
She grows impatient till the Cornish Hills  
Salute her Royal Fleet; the news soon fills  
The neighbouring shires, they ' larm all the I'll,  
With joy the Rocks at her approach do smile.  
But Neptune would by no means leave his Charge  
Till Europe's * 
D. York.  Mars from's care did him enlarges;  
Commands him to retreat, and vows himself,  
To set her safely on the happy Earth.  
No sooner landed, but the Guns roar joy,  
The Bonfires and the Bells make Holiday.  
Each Loyal heart exalts, the Muses sing  
A joyful Meeting to our Queen and King.  
The well-loyned Citizens will drink a health  
To Royal Cath'rines' Nuptials; may their wealth  
ere ready be for to support her state;  
And may Great CHARLES protect her from all hate.  
May all auspicious stars conjoin to grace  
Their interviews, and at that blessed place  
(At the first sight) let showers of Arrows fly,  
And pierce their hearts, sent from each others eye.  
And may their lovesick souls (to seek a rest  
At first salute) steal in each others breast:  
That sacred Hymen may unite those hands,  
Whose hearts were joined before in Cupid's bands.  
Then let our Isles with IO sound, the Night  
Is sacred to our Sovereign's choice delight;  
May it prove full, everlasting, may desire  
Hourly add Fuel to their Nuptial Fire.  
May both live long, both love, and happy be  
In Health, Wealth, Peace, and in Prosperity.  
And may this Month, great Sir, a Britain's Heir  
From your Imperial Loins next year prepare  
A Princely Pledge of your chaste Consorts love,  
Another CHARLES' to reign when you're above  
Enthroned; but may that change never draw near  
Till Nestor's Age upon your head you bear:  
Your Royal Babe grown Man, that we may be  
Ruled still by one of your blessed Progeny.    

LONDON, Printed for Giles Calvert, at the Black-spread-Eagle near the West-end of Paul's, 1662.