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A77337 The restauration [sic]. Or, A poem on the return of the most mighty and ever glorious Prince, Charles the II. to his kingdoms. By Arthur Brett of Christs-Church Oxon. Brett, Arthur, d. 1677? 1660 (1660) Wing B4397; Thomason E1027_7; ESTC R208846 7,889 28

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When to the Parliament he sends Sweetly begins and sweetly ends Never such words I dare avow Were written in Court hand till now Hee 'l be hee 'l be The Faiths Defender Yet such whose Consciences are tender Such as unsatisfied are As far as may a King hee 'l spare That clause it will end all our strife That Line it is a Line of Life Not like base Tyrants who disgrace Royalty of the Royal race That keep mens bodies free and safe But they'●e oppress their nobler half This is to save the Case from hurt And leave the Jewel in the Dirt Our Sovereign's of another mind Is even to Dissenters kind He who in the world has been Who in his banishment has seen Such Variety abroad So many a way so many a Mode Find's 't is impossible that we Should here in all things all agree Unity men in vain design It is an Attribute Divine Bodies arn't made of the same clay Nor Souls of th' same celestial Ray What you may hate I may think good As this mans poyson's that mans food The Church in this fine Sun-shine day Will give her Children leave to Play So as it be not with edg'd tools And they not prove mad-men or fools While those who urge with too much heat On others that which they think meet Their beam of truth must be the day And we must needs say as they say Do as they do guess as they guess Those that will force our Consciences Seem not to know what Conscience is And of their Sovereign's temper miss But to be clement to be mild That he has had up from a child And while infused gifts we scan We praise the Maker not the man As for 's acquired ones for those Which only to himself he ow's Would you them know perhaps you would And I would tell you if I could If I could paint a noble soul As Xeuxis did his Lass of old Borrow a curious fancy hence Hence a style a judgment thence Somthing of CHARLES then you should know Which now lies hid and will do so Till he salute the Loyal rout And let it at his mouth run out Into affliction he was hurl'd The great Free-school of all the world And yet which seemeth strange and odd Hath thrived under too much rod For Losses Crosses Banishment Never were for Thalia's meant He has heard with 's ears seen with 's eyes Enough to make him richly wise H 'as that Experience attain'd Which by study can't be gain'd That which others learn by scraps Or read in books or see in maps In times of war he dares to fight And in times of peace can write He to Minerva is so dear She has lent him both her Book Spear Such is our Prince who doth return The Phoenix of the Royal Urne With him returnes that beauteous Dame We Ecclesia Anglicana name The Hierarchy is getting ground Its Platonick year's come round Or if that that should be withstood Somthing that 's better or as good David if holy writ we mark Still brings back with him the Arke Miters attend the Diadem Half moons 't is that enlightens them Scepters and Crosiers joyn hand Together fall together stand Oh Holy Blessed Trinity Will now no more be Heresie Nor Letany an impious thing Although we pray in 't for the King But Hammond whither thou so fast Why this unseasonable hast Have the true Israelites indeed Now they are setled no more need For time to come H. 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Their fiery pillar-guide to see Could'st thou not stay one Fortnight more And see us rightly God adore Till thou enthroned CHARLES hadst saw'n And grac't the Ermine with thy Lawn Must Moses now be layed by And just on Canaans Borders die Well go and be the Messenger The tidings to the shades to bear Your News forget not as you make Your passage through the Lethe Lake Since angry Fate will have you go Go Reverend Sir and tell below Which for to tell who 'd not expire The Royalists have their Desire The Royalists not Cavaliers That word that thing may breed new feares Tell him who so long dominee'd And Trophies of our Slavery reer'd If he hath got to th' blessed Coast And not his way t' Elysium lost Tell him a CHARLES is up again And Cromwel's ordinary men Tell the brave English souls beneath The Sword is fast up in the sheath That all things are as quiet here As they can possibly be there That we did this for little gain There were no hundred thousands slain No it was at an easier rate They 'd no new guests sent 'um of late And you who teach our outward ears And glitter in your lesser sphears Let your light farther be extended Stars shine the more when Sol's descended When you 've displanted all Deluders All Levitical Intruders All sapless trees all withered rinds Without Divinity Divines When you the Angels of the flocks Are grafted in your proper stocks The Candles in the Candlesticks Do not earth with heaven mix Don't too much worldly lustre get For fear of other snuffers yet There was got in your torch a thief But a traveller brought relief Came from Cole-stream to the Thames Sav'd Ephod Bels and Breast-plate Gems Now for the future have a care Dangers escap't make men beware Dark clouds besat your Firmament Mens love to you was cold was spent For such darkness brighter shew For such coldness hotter grow And flourish for such calumny's By an Antiperistasis Your eyes ye watchmen they have wink 't Your Vestal fire has been extinct Scorn all earthly fumes and vapours And from heaven light your tapers Now seeing what offends our sense May please us in another tense Since 't is a curious sight to look From th' mountains where w' have footing took Down on the watry moving ones And lately conscious to our groans Since Land-scapp's may delight the eyes Though representing gloomy skyes How willingly could I be bold My King eclipsed to behold How could I be this Prince's Page To trace him in his pilgrimage To follow him through his distress Through his Paran-wilderness And at every miles end stop While grief a Chrystal bead may drop Come Berti-us and yet methinks Why should I view it through the Chinks The Diamond now it self explay's And in the ring begins to blaze Why should I th' flying Meteor haunt Hee 's since a Star and culminant But I must go I can't forbear Fancy transports me through the air Where I may see each Cittadel Each town each court where CHARLES did dwell I must be one if him it please Of wandring Jov's Satellites Come man of Geographicks come Shew mee 's Itinerarium Shew me the places where h 'as been Or rather where he has not been seen Still tost and turn'd still on the wing His type Aeneas answering First St Germans yields him rest Had you been there you would have guest Windsor had chang'd her Thames for Sein Her houslesse Lord to entertain To