Tixall Poetry/To Her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York, on the Happy Birth of the Princess Catherina Laura
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To
Her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York.
on the Happy Birth of the Princess Catherina Laura.
Wise Nature before Summer's heat doth bring
The gentle warmth of Zephir's breathing Spring;
And promises the fruité she will bestow
By smiling fields, and blossomes on each bow.
So this fayre bud, sprung in your beautye's May,
Seemes, at her entrance to the world, to say,
Doubt not, Great Brittayne, but my mother more
And higher blessings has for you in store;
Of which she is as bounteous Nature free,
And as an earnest of them gives you mee.
Let then this breaking light of happiness
So please all eyes, and so all hearts possess,
Those may gayne strength, and these a larger roome
To entertayne that joy which is to come.
Laura but, like Aurora, does forerun
An Edward, Henry, Charles, or James, our sun.
And may his glorious course be unclouded still
Of all that e'er shone here or ever will,
If Heaven's unsearchable decrees designe,
No offspring to great Charles and Katherine.
The gentle warmth of Zephir's breathing Spring;
And promises the fruité she will bestow
By smiling fields, and blossomes on each bow.
So this fayre bud, sprung in your beautye's May,
Seemes, at her entrance to the world, to say,
Doubt not, Great Brittayne, but my mother more
And higher blessings has for you in store;
Of which she is as bounteous Nature free,
And as an earnest of them gives you mee.
Let then this breaking light of happiness
So please all eyes, and so all hearts possess,
Those may gayne strength, and these a larger roome
To entertayne that joy which is to come.
Laura but, like Aurora, does forerun
An Edward, Henry, Charles, or James, our sun.
And may his glorious course be unclouded still
Of all that e'er shone here or ever will,
If Heaven's unsearchable decrees designe,
No offspring to great Charles and Katherine.