Classic Poem

Now that the seas and winds so kind are growne,
In our advantage to resigne their owne;
Now you have quitted the triumphant fleet,
And suffered English ground to kisse your feet,
While your glad subjects with impatience throng
To see a blessing they have begg'd so long;
While Nature (who in complement to you
Kept back till now her warmth and beauty too)
Hath, to attend the luster your eyes bring,
Sent forth her lov'd Embassadour the Spring;
While in your praise fame's eccho doth conspire
With the soft touches of the sacred Lyre;
Let an obscurer Muse, upon her knees,
Present you with such offerings as these,
And you as a divinitie adore,
That so your mercy may appeare the more;
Who, though of those you should the best receive,
Can such imperfect ones as these forgive.
Haile royall beauty, virgin bright and great,
Who do our hopes secure, and joyes compleat
We cannot reckon what to you we owe,
Who make him happy that makes us be so
We did enjoy but half our King before,
You us our prince, and him his peace restore.
But heaven for us the desperate debt hath paid,
Who such a monarch hath your trophy made
A prince whose vertue did alone subdue
Armies of men, and of offences too.
So good, that from him all our blessings flow,
Yet is a greater then he can bestow.
So great, that he dispences life and death,
And Europe's fate depends upon his breath.
(For fortune would her wrongs to him repaire,
By courtships greater then her mischiefes were:
As lovers, that of jealousie repent,
Grow troublesome in kind acknowledgment)
Who greater courage shew'd in wooing you,
Then other princes in their battailes do.
Never was Spaine so generously defied;
Where they design'd a prey, he courts a bride
Hence they may guesse what will his anger prove,
When he appear'd so brave in making love;
And be more wise then to provoke his armes,
Who can submitt to nothing but your charmes.
And till they give him leisure to subdue,
His enemies must owe their peace to you
Whiles he and you, mixing illustrious rayes,
As much above our wishes as our praise,
Such Heroes shall produce, as even they
Without regret or blushes shall obey.