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Iter Australe attempting something upon the happy return of our most gracious soveraign Lord Charls [sic] II from banishment to his throne / by a loyal pen.
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Loyal P. E. N.
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1660
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Iter Australe Attempting something upon the happy Return of our most Gracious Soveraign Lord CHARLS II. FROM BANISHMENT TO HIS THRONE By a Loyal Pen. Virum non arma Cano. LONON Printed by Tho. Leach in the Year 1660. The PorÌ„tal I. WEe 'l no Cronostick numbers here Compose to figure out the year Wherein our Second Charls did make His Blest return lest we mistake For Iustice breaking from her Iron Cage Ha's back again reduc'd the Golden Age That Time no longer will the old style bear O' th' Sixteen Hundredth and the Sixtieth Year II. Nor will we yet presume to joyn A Nominal Letter to each Line And with our slender Art to frame Acrosticks on his Sacred Name For 't will be Forgerie to Interline Those Letters Patents Providence Divine Hath Copyed forth for us in CAPITAL Out of their Heaven-Inrold Original III. Nor yet to make an Anagram Dis joyn the Letters of the same So Antient Adam had the Honor Without all doubt to be the donor Lest as those Lawlesse Traytors did Translate His Royal Kingdoms to a Rebel State So we whilst we endeavour to inforce A Better Sense upon 't should make a Worse IV. But yet my Muse would something she Might demonstrate her Loyalty Plain humble verse she thinks will best Her Kneeling Reverence Attest His Beams are such were not the Poets Bayes Charms against Lightning she durst not rayse Her self above the pitch of Prose Lest she Should burn her Plumes and fall a Scorched fly V. O might she gain Acceptance this Would prove her chief her Master-piece So whilst the Sun withdraws his Light 'T will seem at least an Eagle flight But if his splendor be so great that he Cannot pluck in his daz'ling Raies and she Shall stand Convicted of Praesumption She sues the General Act Oblivion Iter Australe Attempting somthing upon the happy return of our most gracious Soveraign Lord CHARLES II. From Banishment to his THRONE I. SHoot up thy head my Muse thy Foes are flown Made the retreat to mournful Helicon Come dive no longer now thou need'st not fear Upon the forked Mountain to appear Put thy neglected Buskins on and shake Thy watry Pineons and leave the Lake Fly to Pernassus Airy top and see What from the high Ascent thou can'st descry And when thou shalt discern on Thetis floor The royal Navy wafting Charles to shore Go Crown thy gladded brows with flowers whereon The names of Kings have their Inscription To entertain his blest arrival and Carol his welcom to the happy Strand In the mean time rehearse those mournful Lays Thou erst didst dedicate unto the praise Of Charles the first Go gather up again Those Quills of Porcupines thy high disdain In a Satyrical disguise did cast At Traytors Heads whose Feathers as they past Sung their Prophetick Elogies and now Shoot shoot in triumph for their overthrow But stop your ears with black with mourning wool Or send your twice-repeated griefs to School Amongst the tortur'd Ghosts they may from thence Bring back the Lesson of forc'd Patience To hear my now relapsed Muse relate The Tyranny of our late Monarchs Fate II. NOw that Prophetick Simile proves true England's an Axein shape and nature too Whilst startled Conscience winks One fatal stroak Prostrates Great Britains Tutelary Oak And reason good Why cumbers it the Ground The Traytors cry our Providence hath found A better way to Husband it no more We Beggars-bushes will as heretofore Stand in the barren paths and ways since we To plant our selves on his fat soil agree Down with th' imperious Cedars too they cry That by their power enfenc'd his Majesty From our encroachments And upon their Land The brave aspiring Poplars shall stand The Briery Souldiery shall have a share With us and a Commission to tear Their Golden Fleeces from the backs of those Whose zeal to King or Conscience shall expose Themselves unto our mallice They 'l dispence With penance in their Robes of Innocence Thus fell our Gracious Soveraign and they That own'd their Princes cause his Fates obey So the Barbarians have a Law that when The Master yields to Destinie the Men That were his most obsequious Servants must Descend his Grave to wait upon his Dust Which of his vertues did foment their rage So high nought but his blood could it asswage Was it his Justice Yes for they did fear Before that high Tribunal to appear Was it his mercy Yes ' cause he refus'd To murther whom they wrongfully accus'd Besides they say Religion bade them make An holy Warre forsooth for Conscience sake But stay a little step aside and see How God himself was wrong'd as well as he III. IF Christian Reformation that will prove Wherein the Serpent overcomes the Dove Farewell ye silenc'd Oracles our Sun Sets in a Cloud our happy days are done But search and try my Muse before you speak Turn not a she Phanatick and mistake For when their warlike Swords and Muskets drove Out our holy Church of the peaceful Dove Amphibious Batts did spring up in the night Of blinded zeal and play'd the Hypocrite And damned Spirits walk't therein which make Our Quakers their possessed joynts to shake And Thou and Thee us all ' cause they foretel They shall find no distinctions in Hell The Ignis fatuus of whose lights do bend Their paths unto perditions pit and lend False beams a while unto the fatal Brink Then like the Devil vanish in a stink The harmless pictures of th' Apostles must Out of the Temple windows all be thrust They hate such good examples that before Ungodly men their light might shine no more And why all this because the Scriptures speak How Eutichus fell thence and brâ—ke his neck Each one ordains himself Mechanick men Set in the Temples up their shops agen Which Christ himself drave out these silly Elves Gifted from none that I know but themselves Pretend to Prophecie and why not then Coblars of Souls as Fishers er'st of Men Dissembling Souldiers this and worse have wrought And Crucified their Christ but kept his Coat And the Rump-Senate set the Tail where we In vain endeavour'd that the Head should be IV. HEre give my pious Muse leave to lament Great Charles his Crucifixion which hath ront Our Church into so many Breaches that Good are thrust out bad men thrust in thereat And as the Jews astonish't at the knell When th' holy Temple rang her Passing-Bell So when our Faith's Defender Fell had we Not cause to write a mournfull Elegie He was both King and Prophet that he might Yield both to subjects and to God their Right And these two Functions did so meet his Laws Were on the Decade but a Paraphrase How did he brandish the Two-edged Sword Of God's Soul-piercing Heart-dividing word Nor selfish ends nor false opinion Could make him burnish a false Gloss thereon Who wrot his name upon 't and his devise With the strong Aqua Fortis of his Eyes Then see his Life