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Britannia iterum beata: or, A poem-narrative of Her gracious Majesties departure from Lisbone with her thrice-welcome arrival at Portsmouth. By W. W.
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W. W.
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1662
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Wing W141; ESTC R217647
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BRITANNIA ITERUM BEATA OR A Poem-Narrative OF Her Gracious MAJESTIES Departure from LISBONE With Her Thrice-Welcome Arrival at PORTSMOUTH By W. W. Veni jam AVGVSTAE Oceani VICTRIX Juvenal Omen habes magni clarique triumphi Regem aliquem capies Printed at London by James Cottrel Anno 1662. BRITANNIA ITERVM BEATA OR A Poem-Narrative Of Her Gratious Majesties Departure from Lisbone c. NO Victories o'er the Dutch do I here sing Nor what new Treasures from the Indies bring Our dancing Fleet but from a Neighb'ring Myne What 's greater far the Treasure KATHARINE Till now I thought the Portuguez in vain So eagerly did Plow the Indian Main In quest of Gold when his own private Store Could shew far richer then their Dirty Ore But see the Reason sure he did intend To make our Britain Wealthy and to lend Us Lisbon's All Nay and to sent it home Suppose our CHARLES obliged would become He 's bound she comes yet it that Nation knew To falsifie their Word it can't be true For sure me thinks I see fair Lisbon's Strand Wall'd round with Thousands which though drooping stand Do living Bulwarks seem to keep her there Yet do they fall when she doth once appear And those that thought her Passage to deny Now walk a Breach that she might pass thereby Fain would they have her stay fain have her go At one time question'd tongues speak I and No. Each bended have two Knees the one to pray The Gods for Wind the other Her to stay Each pleasant yet sad Face a double Eye Doth bear the one doth weep whilst t' other's dry Great Contradictions sure doth reconcile That Peace-make Cheek on which Tears meet a Smile 'T is strange and none but such a Saint as she Of such a Miracle could Actress be Hold hold your Medley-Mourning 't is in vain See where she comes heading her Virgin-train The Crowd straight make a circling Lane that she Though going from them yet might with them be And like a Labyrinth they run it round But the Way out to Her 's not long unfound She saw their Drift yet angry not look'd down With such a Brow as never knew to frown Upon the kneeling Throng on either Hand Whose Knees were couchen'd by the yeilding Sand. Here casts an Eye there Nods here throws a Smile So parting Nurses Children do beguile But see she now unto the Bank is come Which parts great Neptunes Kingdom from her Home Where she survey'd as proudly there did stand A floating City under the Command Of Neptunes eldest Son which that did bring A Present to Her from the Oceans King She kindly doth accept it but what 's more Resolves to thank Him on the British Shore Then Smiles a Farewel looking round about And thus she puts the People out of doubt Steps on the Boat where whilst this Foot did stand The other is kept Prisoner by the Land But sure it was not long for smiling She Again looks back and straight it was set free No sooner entred but the Saylors shout And cry They Portugal have in their Boat And well as heavy lading might they fear VVhen Lisbons Hearts and sad ones all were there Now scarce their Oars had struck a treble Stroke But they unto a greater Bulk of Oak Resigne their pretious Fraight where Sayls they hoise And sleeping Anchors with a hideous Voice They call from the Deep so doth Charon roar VVhen tugging he Styx Waves do bend his Oar. The rais'd-now Canvas swells ' cause proud to know Their CHARLES his KATHARINE doth stand below And straight into a Canopie they spread Although unfit for their great Mistress Head VVho checks their promptness bids the Vessel stay Which they straight hear and crouching do obey The Reason she almost forgot a Thing Design'd a Present for great Britains King A pretious Thing indeed it was her Heart Which would take leave before it did depart The Bruitish Sea-men cry Their Wind doth fail When straight the Peoples Sighs do swell their Sail. Which plainly doth their Mountain-Grief express To let her go and yet their willingness But what far stranger is I 'll tell you they Could water lend if shallow were their Bay For now sad Lisbons Pavements do drink more Then ever did her large and spungie Shore But wind nor water wanting doth she go Gliding from what her Eyes direct her to Till crawling distance at the length had made Of Lisbons Towers and Bulk an Azure shade Then do her sad and gloomed Eyes survey The lofty Banks of the wide-gaping Bay Whose distance seem'd willing to let her out Till their sharp Nooks advancing put this Doubt Whether they did not all intend to meet And so to hinder the glad-passing Fleet Who void of Fear with a Majestick Pride Doth cut her Channel and through it doth ride Unto her Mother-Ocean where fit Gales Do gladly whistle in her willing sails And puffs her on so fast that what a Land Spacious once seem'd seems now a heap of sand And now the Queen her Portugal can't see Yet sees her Portugals Epitomie But 't was not long for whilst she look'd about Her Eyes returning finde the spot wash'd out The Sun at length though posting he did ride Who was at Sea had from his Wain now spy'd And therefore leaves the Spheres cause he did know The Sea had then Divinity below In greater store here he dances here he plays Here he falls here he baths his cholerick Rays But when he found that he was look'd upon With greater lustre far then was his own Blushing looks down and then for anger he Will needs go drown himself there in the Sea The Night follows veil'd with a Mourning-Cloud His Sister-Moon doth bring his Milky-shrowd The Stars his Torches all the Planets run Now to the Burial of their Brother-Sun They all descended are now to the Deep And yet they do their Heavenly station keep For when the Saylor doth his forehead rear Unto the skie they to him there appear Then looking down into the Oceans Brine He also doth observe them there to shine Why doth the foolish Sterns-man look so high When he may sayl now by the Oceans skie By this time had sad Cynthia almost gone In both her heavens her procession But bolder now by grief resolves to see Before she went away that glittering she Sol fell by through the chrystal venters in Where slumbring lay the thoughtless Queen within And boldly dar'd to reach her veiled eyes Which feel unveil then bid their Mistress rise Who angry rouz'd doth with one single breath Two Miracles both give and take from death She life unto the buried Sun straight gave And bids the Moon go take his watry grave No sooner spoke but Moon and Night are fled The thankful Sun now peeping rears his head E'er since sad Night attends the Moon the Sun Dances glad of his Resurrection They both by turns thrice seven times did shine Upon the Poup the Flanks the lofty Pine