Upon his comming with his Army into the West

Welcome, most welcome to our Vowes and us,
Most great, and universall Genius !
The Drooping West, which hitherto has stood
As one, in long-lamented-widow-hood;
Looks like a Bride now, or a bed of flowers,
Newly refresh't, both by the Sun, and showers.
War, which before was horrid, now appears
Lovely in you, brave Prince of Cavaliers!
A deale of courage in each bosome springs
By your accesse; ( O you the best of Kings! )
Ride on with all white Omens ; so, that where
Your Standard's up, we fix a Conquest there.