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Britannia rediviva.
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in all places his owne constant day 'T is You must give the welcome Sir not wee The rebell Son hath lost that right must bee Restor'd to 's Fathers grace and pardon ere Like one o' th' family himself hee beare Receive us then henceforth excesse alone Of faith shal be English rebellion Your rifled Coffers wee 'le with soules repa're Each English heart Your Royal stampe shall weare T'inverte the proverbe wee 'le united joyne Not gold shall make the man but man the coyne Wee 'le pay our selves of our disloyaltie The ransome 't would bee slavery to bee free From Your commands wee ne're have servile been But since that time wee have no Master seen You have return'd us to our selves agen You make us happy and You make us men The same of our white Clifts to Natur 's due That of their innocence wee owe to You. Th' amazed World will dread no more those shelves Will think us of their kind and like themselves Wee shall not bee disjoyn'd by a double flood By one of water and by one of blood Whole Nature is concern'd to bear a share In Englands Triumph and must mak 't her care To vente our Common joyes whilst thus You bring The Universe a wonder Us a KING N. Hodges A. M. ex Aede Christi WHilst that the Sea and season both contend Which shall more pleasure or assistance Lend As You pass hither shall we but expect Your coming If the swelling waves erect Themselves impatient or else proud to bring So Great so Good so Wise so Just a KING To Englands borders 'T is but fit that we Have hearts as open for You as the Sea Methink's the nimble billowes dance and beare Your Royall fleet by Capers through the aire Methinks the wind 's harmonious and each blast A pleasant aire that make's them skip so fast Nor are our measures wanting since we be More happy let 's rejoyce as much as they Wee 'l eccho forth whole CAROL'S and so greet Your Majesty imploy a thousand feet But why so slow must expectation hover 'Twixt hope and fear so long Pray waft Him over Swift-wing'd desires and wishes yet these are Too weak else long agoe wee 'd had Him here O 't is a torment to expect not yet Arriv'd But coming hither still not yet What are the Dutch such cunning Merchants doe They know Your worth and will not let You goe Or doe not we deserve You yet 't is true But You must give us merit only You. Wee 've languish't in Your want thus long 't is time We were refresh't Make not our grief our crime Behold the people flocke to see to kisse You royal hands deny deferre not this England's growne inn'cent once againe pray fear Us not No rav'nous wolves inhabit here Save in the Tow'r or if they doe wee 'l give You tribute of their heads they shall not live Within Your Land but if we speed so ill As not to purge our selves Your presence will Johannes Singleton A.M. Ox. St. Ch. Ch. 1. YE empty Comets of the Skies Vanish whil'st our bright Sun doth rise Heavens rejoyce that CHARLS his Waine Hath got it's Rider once againe 2. The blushing Morn no sooner fled From lazie Neptunes watry bed Then nature in her finest dresse Ushered in this happinesse 3. The little birds in ev'ry part Doe chaunt with most melodious Art Each one endeavouring to bring A sweet Elogium to our KING 4. Mark the rejoycing of the Bells Without mans help they ring themselves Leaving their ropes for them who were The wickeds hope and just mens fear 5. Abstemious Ceres now will quaffe And weeping Heraclitus laugh 'T is sullen treason to anoy Our selves with grief whilst all things joy 1. See how King Eolus doth advance His Winds making the Clouds to dance Whilst jovially the sphears doe play To welcome in this happy day William Clarke Gen. Com. Wadh. C. WHat 's CHARLES safe Landed at his British shore And weares he great Druina's Crowns once more An heir of Martyr'd CHARLES those Scepters sway Which from his sacred hands were forc't away Then Muse a full-mouth'd wellcome wellcome say Most potent King Whose FIAT can bring day From our state-Chaos and create us light More glorious ' cause from the womb of night Thus when Thyestes dish'd up men Sol fled And posting hence hid his affrighted head In t'other world but rising the next day Gilded Mount Oeta with a brighter ray Great King 'fore you set footing on this coast England scarce saw one day or that 's the most These twelve yeares past so that the Don might say Remember me to your next Sun I pray Greenland six Months but England twice six yeares Had night then Panthers Tygers Woolves and Beares Or some Lycaons brood men worse than they Butcher a KING and canton out the prey A KING to whose rich shrine Pilgrims shall come And after ages offer at his Tombe Which shall with loyall teares environ'd stand But deluge-proof as that fam'd neck of Land Betwixt two seas the Turkes shall Mecha leave And for great cures resort to CHARLES his grave CHARLES murther'd was thence blackest crimes we draw When Dunghill Peasants Tylers Cades Straw Turn Kings Assasines such as know no more To diff'rence Royall blood and common gore Than Black-smiths can a fine bullion clay Couch't in earths womb from a more base allay To speak such Hellish plots in after times They need but call them Bradshaw Cromwell crimes But CHARLES more bright appeares since CHARLES is gone This is the rising that our setting Sun London lift up thy drooping head and reare Thy Forehead high CHARLES is Return'd this year Your trade revives with him there 's no such sport As trusting half-poach'd-Squires or such a Court No shop-books now shall bear DVE to be paid For Mourning by R. C. as above said CHARLES James Henry return'd names so divine They will old Romes Triumvirate out-shine There 's Yorke Wars Thunderbolt who shall advance Great King your Standard o're the Rhosne make France Adore our Crosse nay shall by conquest joyn The Sea-surrounded Globe make both Suns thine There 's Henry too whose yet but blooming fame Ripen'd by time shall reach great Henry's name Muse next to th' Royall stemme let Monck take place That great Fergus this Plantagenets race Great CHARLES and Monck names that do so entwine As when the Elme supports the climbing Vine Great Monck and greater CHARLES thus the same age Brought Gods and semi-gods upon the stage Pardon great SIR we cannot fame your deeds The Muses Trumpets are but Oaten reeds How high the world thinks Monck if you would know Ask Trumps great dust and the sea-gods below Get you to Rosses feild and view where stood His stand of Pikes like to some grove or wood Thence to Dundee and ask the perjur'd Scot How soon by his Triumphall armes 't was got These Muster'd all cann't speak so great a name Moncks Moncks alone will fill the trumpe of
a Comet call Sent for to let us know those ills which we Did think to suffer was a misery But this our Phosphorus did soon display His wonted lustre and gave hopes of day Which yet there are who think we partly owe To the disturbed Citizens but so To Pans and women's outcryes Cynthia might Have been sometime indebted for her light Now a new face of all things does appear Order and beauty shine forth every where The Citizens who pris'ners were at best Unto themselves of Freedome are possest Nor want they walls or gates or posts or chains That Town contemns such aids which Monck contains But yet we were not happy till that you Had blest us with your Royall presence too Which having done wee 've nothing left to crave But the continuance of what we have Like that of Heaven 's our happinesse that we Must ever tast the same Felicity G. Towerson M.A. of All-soules TO England sick of Peace could no health be Procur'd but by it's own Infirmity Could nought but wounds to us recouery give And must the Nation dye that it might live Thus large effusions of blood we see Some Artists stanch with their Phlebotomy But see our Joyes surprize us we now feel A Cure more Soveraign that can onely heale Much like to Numa's shield from heaven sent Whom to defend both God and Nature meant Though Mars himself could not be his defence His safeguard was a Virgins Innocence His Army sleighted to a Tree he ran Whose hallow heart more Loyal prov'd than man The royall Oak Great CHARLES from hence is due No more to Jove but Sacred unto you When thus forsak'n in solitude He dwelt Yet all his passions his great Empire felt His Vertue then like Heraldry was known More rich when plain more noble when alone When harder fate had forced him to slee VVe did the Exiles rather seem than He. Yet in our hearts he reign'd though banish'd hence So Stars remote govern by Influence England was sure too narrow his great soul T' instruct the Universe must be his School Thus Fate prov'd kind even against her will And whiles she did neglect him taught him skill Thrice happy we that our great Monarch thus Must learn to Govern Europe first then us While other Kings only their Crowns inherit The Crown is his by Birth-right and by Merit Most Princes but like stately Pageants are And rule by Proxy He by his own care Th' auspicious presence of whose greater name Shall never weaken but encrease our flame Fruition of most things pleasure abates Him onely to possesse more Joy creates For thus his absence hath enhanc'd our Joy That we should first expect than him enjoy The Sun it self if it had alwaies shin'd In Persian Temples had not been enshrin'd Let all things then but Syrens sing such Teares Joyes shall produce as lately did our feares We feare least height of Joy cause griefe Thus Light Of Radiant Lustre overwhelmes the sight So Rivers loose themselves when swoln too high And in their union with the Ocean dye Pardon rude Loyalty great Sir this time Makes that Devotion which were else a crime The meanest Votaries are not scorn'd when they The smallest Homage in Religion pay T. Topping M.A. Ch. Ch. HEavens Great Blessing welcome welcome Light To Brittaines dim and blubber'd eye whom Night Long as Thine absence darkned had about Not only to hoodwink but put it out Chimaerick Commonwealths men would devise A Monster Headlesse and so without eyes But even while we thus distracted lay Gods pity'd when men had not wit to pray And by like Miracles Heaven wrought to bring At length our King to us us to our King Thus Nature deales with rebell Earth when by Aspiring Vapours it seeks to be high From those same fumes shee frameth in her breast False lights to cheat us Snow Haile from the rest Thunder with which shee chides frights strikes then Smoothing her wrinkled forehead smiles agen Thus when tumultuous Seas swell'd by a vaine Ambition to rise higher now disdaine Their Soveraigne Planet's laws begin to pride Themselves in their own strength and scorne a Tide When th' mutinous rabble rules and when each base And Abject wave dare spit in Heavens face 'Tween wrath and scorne then Gods check th' Element And make its crime prove its own Punishment The Day 's shut out by dismall mists one skreen Ecclipses Heavens Beauty nothing's seen Mean while each insolent and upstart Billow Soon overtops and crushes down his Fellow ' Gainst one another thus they 're broke then come Their miseries all cast up in one summe Those very clouds they rais'd in stormes they find Hurl'd down upon them with a boist'rous wind At length bright Phoebus Heavens Glorious eye Unseals himselfe darts Love and Majesty Such was and long had been Great King our Fate When Your blest Hand at once sav'd Church State Each almost drowned in a sev'rall Flood That lay in Teares and this in Sacred Blood Three Kingdomes now of mangled Trunks once men Beg kneeling Sir You 'd make them such agen We 've found You are our Head O let Your Hand First raise us up then give us leggs to stand And now shine forth bright Sun who seem kept low Till now only that You might Greater show Stand rank'd and honoured by aged Fame Equall with him that first gave Brittain name 'T is no lesse Glory to restore a State Then 't was at first to frame't and to Create Nay Y'have out done all former Kings what they Scarce built in Ages You raise in one Day Three Glorious Kingdomes Sir we owe 't is true Each one to some but owe all three to You. J. WILLIAMSON Coll. Reg. Soc. HIgh Courts above all Justice slew our King And made at once three Kingdomes knells to ring Brittaine a floting Iland was twelve yeares Ballast with heavy hearts and fraught with feares But now shee hath recovered sight of Land CHARLES our true Pilot saves her from the Sand. Advance yee Crowns attend your Sov'raign's Head Here 's now a Resurrection from the dead Be gone false Keepers of our Liberty We owe to none but Charles our Loyalty Farewell O Harp thy parting is no losse Whereas thy mirth was joyned with a crosse The Ship which brings our King with all his Traine Sha'nt be cal'd Naseby but the Soveraigne Thou onely soule three Realmes do'st animate And giv'st them motion Now 's the true free State Bright Sun our Center Thou do'st us array With joy thy Solstice makes our lasting day N. C. A. M. L. C. Soc. WElcome our native Countrie home once more Welcome lost Brittaine to thine Albions shore Nor will You deem dread Sir our joyes misled You were still at home England Banished So the bright Soule whilst hence 't is snatch't away Into some other Region sees its clay In its own soile exil'd The Sun that leaves A night to all the world besides bereaves Himself not of one single wonted ray Is