UPON Our Royal Queen's Majesties MOST HAPPY ARRIVAL, THE MOST Illustrious Donna Catherina Sole-Sister to the High and Mighty KING of PORTUGAL.  

THe Princely Muses do my Fancy move,  
To consecrate a Verse to that blessed Love,  
That Royal Qneen of Grace, & great command  
Espoused to Charles Le Bon, and Charles Le Grand.  
Prophetically by him so well designed,  
Who was with Heavenly knowledge foe refin'd?  
Heaven guard them Both together, and reflect  
That influence of Favour, to protect  
That Sacred Nymph, whose passage did so please  
The Eternal God of Heaven, of Earth, of Seas,  
To welcome Her with Complimental Ditties,  
Echoes of Joy rebound in Court and Cities:  
And lest the lowest place true love should want,  
Or we be deemed of Devotion scant;  
Lo I presume alone from Country Caves  
To come and honour those Neptunian waves  
Have brought us home with such propitious gales,  
A Princely Mother to a Prince of Wales;  
Who may (my Genius thinks) in time outvie,  
The richest Gems of Glorious Chivalry:  
And equalise in worth, if not exceed  
The bravest Heroës of our British breed:  
And with Pegasean Frigates loudly roar  
At the proud banks of that Iberian shore:  
And with triumphant Valour once again  
Set up his Standard in the Realms of Spain:  
And with a Crown of Fortune there resume  
A Trophy, like the brave Bohemian plume,  
And by victorious Virtue still advance  
That Princely House of Portugal, Braganze  
To England's high renown, and in despite  
Of all such Foes as dare against them fight,  
May our Imperial Lion rampant stand,  
With the blessed Unicorn at his command,  
Who by his secret Virtues may confound  
All Poisons in the Springs of English ground:  
That being Crowned at home with perfect Peace,  
His glories through the world may still increase:  
Great Princes shall adore his Royal word,  
And Nations tremble at his conquering sword,  
Then Foreign parts will fear our force, and then  
Our Sovereign shall be styled, The King of Men;  
And may his Dearest Consort blessed be,  
With all rare fortunes of felicity:  
The grace of Heaven, the prime deiights of Earth,  
Make Her the Mirror of Content and Mirth,  
Celestial Angels guard her free from harms,  
Sweetly embraced in our Sovereign's arms;  
Heaven guide her grace, and make her truly seen,  
Of Beauty, Wit and Majesty the Queen  
A fit Consort to please the good desires  
Of such a Prince whom all the World admires  
And may this Princely payer rest in love,  
More firm and constant than the Turtle Dove;  
Gods grace their Lives both prosper and protect,  
And in the end Their souls to Heaven direct;  
And grant them here that Quintessence of glory,  
Was never read in my CAESAR'S story;  
That after-ages may of them rehearse,  
A glorious Wonder to the Universe.   
By JOHN WENLOCK of Lincoln's Inn, Esq   

London▪ Printed by T 〈…〉 〈◊〉 Leonard 〈◊〉 1661.