Royalty > Poem to Her Royal Highness

And witty Females were to be Spectators,
Towzer had made a Crown of Obſervators
For the boy to wear, but now the Elf
May bravely take it up and wear't himſelf.
Nay 'tother day, when Lords and Taylors met,
And Loyal Prentices in RankWere ſet,
To Hans-en-kelder they did quaff each Glaſs,
And who e're did Refuſe, was, Dub'd an Aſs.
Grandees would find Co lls to rub his Gums,
And prentices would find Sugar Plums,
And this they did Confirm with Loyal Oaths,
But Whip-ſtich he did Here to make him Cloaths.
But we're deceiv'd ; for Madam in your Arms
Is held a Girl ,that is all over Charms.
A Girl, though fair, yet is the bane of Bliſs,
'Tis Gloomy Woman .Darkens Paradice;
Women ,though fair, ye ugly are their Wills,
Born to do Miſchief, and-Triumph in ills.
Madam, how many longing Hearts did Groan
With Tedious Sighs to far your wiſht-for Son ?
But if it be a Maid , we' le Chear our Hearts,
And Once again Rely upon our Arts :
^Nature ſhall never our Fedg'd Hopes deſtroy ;
But'twas a Boy, the Fault is only this,
The Midwife Circumcis'd the Babe amiſs.
And if it be cut off, We won't Complain
The Child is young and it may grow again.
But if it be a Maid, what need we Care?
We make no uſe of the Porphyry Chair.
Then rouze up all you Tories of our Iſle!
Fortune on us can never chuſe but Smile ;
We have the beſt of all her Pleaſant Gifts,
Her Lucky hand doth Help us at dead Lifts ;
And if untimely Death by Chance deſtroy
The happy Inſant, either Maid or Boy ;
Yet will we Revel at a well ſet Board,
And drink a Loyal Health, to Royal charles the Third.

London, Printed for F. Sweetman. 1682.