Classic Poem

Blest Lady, You, whose Mantle doth divide
The flouds of time swelling on either side,
Your Birth so clos'd the past, yet came so true
A Ciment to that yeare that did eusue.
That Ianus did suspect Lucina , least
Shee might entrench, & His become Her feast;
Whiles You may challenge one Day, and we doe
Make time have now two Daughters, Truth, and You.
You bring forth now, great Queene, as you fore-saw
An antiquation of the Salique Law:
Y'have shewne once more a Child, whose ev'ry part
May gaine unto our Realme a severall Heart,
So giv'n unto Your King, so fitly sent,
As we may rustly call't your Complement.
O for an Angell here to sing! we doe
Want such a voice, nay such a Ditty too:
This Cradle too's an Altar, whiles that one
Birth-time combines the Manger, and the Throne:
The very Nurse turnes Priestesse, and we feare
Will better sing then some grave Poets here.
For, now that Royall Births doe come so fast,
That we may feare They'll Commons be at last,
And yet no Plague to cease, no starre to rise,
But those two Twinne-fires onely of Her eyes;
Wits will no more compose, but iust Rehearse,
And turne the Pray'r of thanks into a Verse;
Some, their owne Plagiaries, will be read
In the Elder statue with a younger Head;
Or, to beare up perhaps an yeelding fame,
New-torture old words into Chronogramme:
And there may be much concurse to this quill,
For silenc'd Preachers have most Hearers still.
But what dares now be barren, when our Queene
Transcrib'd is in Her second Copy seene?
Nor is the Father left out there: we may
Say those small glasses snatch him ev'ry way:
Which too doe mutually represent
Themselves, as Element doth Element;
Whiles, here, there, yonder, All in All are showne
Casting each others Beauties, and their owne.
Your Sonnes, Great Sir, may fix your Scepter here,
But 'tis this sexe must make you raigne elsewhere.
And, though they All be shafts, 'twill yet be found
These, though the weaker, make the deeper Wound.
Come shee Munition then, and thus appease
All clayme, and be the Venus of your Seas:
And henceforth looke we not t' espy from farre
A Guiding light. This be your Navies starre.