Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique :: :: University of Virginia Library

Had Phœbus ever shone so fair as This,
Daphne had scrap'd her Metamorphosis.
The Priest oth' East, by th'influence of your Worth,
Mistaking Shrines, shall now Adore the North.
The Guiding-Star, oth' Man-child God, did gain
Less Seekers there, than does our Charles His Wain.
Sol in Aspect with Luna! Loe! a Queen
Coming from far! fam'd Beauties Magazin!
The Wealth oth' World! the Glory of the Earth!
Fair as the Star that Blaz'd at Charles His Birth!
A Queen of Beauty, Love, and Innocence!
Sweet as the Smoak perfum'd with Frankincence!
A Feature made up of such Harmony,
As Nature had her nicest Symmetry
Reserv'd till Now. Her more then Glorious Eye,
Shines like a Diamond set in Ebonye.
Whereat, the God of Love, does Light His Darts
When He resolves the spoyle of sullen Hearts.

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Her World-like Head, tress'd with such lovely Brown,
That every single Hayre deserves a Crown.
Whose All, and Every Part, do so excell,
Plutarch could ne're have found Her Paralel.
For sure as Heavens have design'd Her Queen,
'Twas onely Charles could Match with Katherine
Thus like the Southern Queen Shee's drawing on
To Commune with our Wiser Solomon
Wee'l 'bate the Spice and Camells (Gifts too small
Bringing Her single Self, She gives, Us All.

When two such Planets in Conjunction are
At every Birth, how Great will be the Starr!
Twice did Our Edward win the Peoples Love
By Meen, & Person—Oh how Charles would move!
'Twixt their two Fates the only difference is
That gain'd it for a Time, for ever, This.
As erst to Cæsar, Nations now agree
To yield to One that's more August than He.

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How timely did the Græcian fall a sleep!
Had He now Liv'd, there were no cause to Weep.
He little thought the Sea had ever hid
A World, where You should out-do what He did.
How timely did the Swedish Charls retreat!
And quit the Earth in dread of Charles the Great!
'Tis one Excuse for Atheists, that they view
A Deity, and think there's None, but You.

When two such Planets in Conjunction are,
At Every Birth, how Great will be the Star!
Blest be this Moneth for ever! Natures Pride!
Worth all the Seasons of the Year beside!
A month that such a flower has brought forth,
As decks the South, and perfumes all the North!
What York and Lancaster could ne're have done,
Till they were well Contracted into One.
This month scarce ownes a day that hath not shown
More Triumph in it, then in Annalls known.
For un-beholden to his Ushers Shower,
He (of himself) affords Another Flower,

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So rare, that, amongst Natures Glories seen
'Twill be unquestion'd, which is King and Queen.
May from this precious Plant an Off-spring rise
To make all Christendom a Paradise!
That every Son may be AUGUST, we pray
And every Daughter Lady of the May!

—Tecum Sociales impleat annos
Quæ nisi Te, nullo Conjuge, Digna fuit:

Ovid.