A RAPTURE Upon the Report of Her Royal Highness being with Quick-Child.  

BLess Heavens, and say; Our Wishes and our Prayers,  
Have pierced the Skies, and now th' Almighty squares  
Out lucky Omens, to our blooming Hopes.  
With Child, and Quick! The very words even drops  
Us Peace, and Bliss. Go fond-prophetick Fears,  
Of idle, or more wishful Pates; Lo here Heaven rears  

Fresh Props (and seasonably) for the Throne  
Let the Disquieters of CHARLES begun,  
Since JAME'S Young-Hanse may Rebels think upon    

Then Factious-Buzlers, fear the Time may come,  
When th' Vnseen-Blew-Cap pays your Treason's home:  
For who will needs the Uncle still Disturb,  
May find a Nephew, who their Oy's may Curb.   

Mean while GREAT PRINCESS, may the happy Babe  
Breathe, Live, and Grow, within the secret Shade,  
Of Your sweet Royal Self, until Your Womb,  
Shall belss the present Age, with come.  
And that Old SCOTLAND may (as twice before)  
A Monarch Nurse for Britain yet once more,  
Let Scotsmen Pray, the Fruit Dame Nature brings,  
May prove a Man, to this their Land of Kings:  
Howe'er, we'll Joy; For who this year's a Mother  
Unto a Lass, may bear a Lad the other.