A RAPTURE Ʋpon the Report of Her Royal Highness being with Quick-Child.
BLess Heavens, and say; Our Wishes and our Prayers,
Have peirc'd the Skies, and now th'
Almighty squares
Out luckie
Omens, to our blooming Hopes.
With Child, and
Quick! The very words even dropes
Us Peace, and Bliss. Go fond-prophetick Feares,
Of idle, or more wishful Pates; Lo here Heaven reares
Fresh Props (and seasonablie) for the Throne
Let the
Disquieters of
CHARLES begone,
Since
JAME'S Young-Hanse may Rebels think upon
Then Factious-Buzlers, fear the Time may come,
When th'
Ʋnseen-Blew-Cap pays your Treasons home:
For who will needs the
Ʋncle still Disturb,
May find a
Nephew, who their
Oy's may Curb.
Mean while
GREAT PRINCESS, may the happy
Babe
Breathe, Live, and Grow, within the secret Shade,
Of Your sweet Royal Self, until Your Wombe,
Shall belss the present Age, with
[...] come.
And that Old
SCOTLAND may (as twice before)
A
Monarch Nurse for
Britain yet once more,
Let
Scotsmen Pray, the Fruit Dame Nature brings,
May prove a
Man, to this their Land of
Kings:
Howe're, Wee'll Joy; For who this year's a Mother
Unto a
Lass, may bear a
Lad the other.