Epistle XXXII. On the Queens going beyond Se

When on the watry World, our glorious Queen
Gan to be toss'd as on the land sh' had been,
The joyful waters did begin t'aspire,
And would trans-element themselves to fire
And ever since it has been hard to swear,
Whether the Earth, or Water highest were.
The late scorn'd Sea will now it self prefer,
Bearing the best that earth could boast of; Her,
When first she lanch'd, th' ambitious aves no more
Would kiss the lips of their oft-washed shore,
But with united motion all did rise
To bear the ship; that her, to kiss the skies.
The ship, like Noah's ark, did float about,
And kept the waters that would enter, out:
For were the world redrown'd, what good has been
In it, in her Epitomiz'd is seen.
The sturdy billows, if they did arise,
Were check'd by th' power of her Majestick eyes:
When ever any to rebel appears,
For grief it did dissolve it self to tears;
The moving compass had forgot to stir,
Instead o'th North-pole pointed still at her;
At which the Pilot wondering, he spies
Two North-poles culminant at once, her eyes:
No marvel then, the compass pointed thither,
For her magnetick soul draws all things with her.
The Ocean scorn'd Neptune's tridentine sway,
And would no more a King but Queen obey:
Nay Neptune thought she had a Venus been,
Sprung from the frothy Sea to be his Queen;
And whispering Zephyrus, if he did stir,
'Twas not to blow, but to suck breath from her;
The Mariners, when e'r she breathed, thought
That precious Amber 'bout the ship did float.
Widdow Arabia did begin to grieve,
To see a Phaenix on the waters live.
The Semi-lunar Dolphin having seen
Her face, would straight salute her as the Queen.
The amorous Syrens did altogether throng,
Hoping t' entice her to them by a song.
Her brow (as though command were written there)
Did more sway them, then all their voyces her.
The little fishes met and did rejoyce,
Dancing to th' musick of the Syrens voyce:
All in their several postures strove t' express
How much her presence would their mansions bless:
All praying her to stay, but all in vain,
At length (though loth) they landed her again.
The shoar's a Paradise, where she was driven.
And (but her Charles lack'd her) it had been Heaven.