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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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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
not like Cylennius whose Statue did point the ready way to those Were Pilgrims ' mongst the Mountains stood still Whil'st they ascended the brow-bending Hill But dy'd a Martyr in a Good old Cause Defending both Divine and Humane Laws Then come O Loyal Subject let us raise A Monumental Trophee to his Praise And in succeding ages let it stand Untouch't and may that Sacrilegious hand That shall by force attempt to raze it ne're Enjoy the blessing of a Sepulcher V. BUt what though he be murthered his Son The Prince of Wales ascends his Royal Throne Come we may mitigate Our Griefs though we Can ne're enough bewail His Destiny No 't is not so his Fathers Vertues are Descended unto him as lawfull Heir And it is fit the Fates do say that He Should likewise taste of his Extremitie To countermand such Blessings and be hurl'd In wandring mazes up and down the world Like to that pious Heroe who did hast From flaming Troy when as the fire did wast That Cities stately Sâ—ructures before he Attain the place of his Regallitie But afer many dereadfull hazards run ' Twix Hope and Fear at length the Scottish Crown Is set upon his Brows by those that took Pole-money for his Fathers Head and struck That luckless bargain sad experience told Prov'd loss to them that Bought and them that Sold. VI. THe English Rebels hearing this there comes Their General with an Army thundring Drums Rore nought but Canon-language Trumpets sound A Brazen Perseverance they are bound That have engag'd against their Prince to be No more Retreaters to their Loyaltie Charles hunted out of Scotland by the Crew Of these pursuing Blood-hell-hounds he threw Himself to Worsters Borough to obtain A shelter more secure but all in vain For they dislodg'd our Dear and made him flie For safer covert to a Hollow Tree And now the Ranging Doggs the sent have lost But would not yet desist till having crost The Champian ground twice or'e they could not finde Their Pray which thus their Fury had declin'd Thus did his Majesty escape whose Rayes Heav'ns Providence design'd for better daies And to a Forraign soil is fled from hence Till that Reducing Power recalls him thence VII ANd now Aspiring Oliver by Force With the Black Rod whips the Rump out of doors And makes himself Protector Thus we see Treason ' mongst Traytors sometimes there may be One Interregnum thus encludes its Brother Here 's one Parenthesis within another Time-servers tongues Lick'd out of Hope or Fear Into a Formal Lamb this Savage Bear One would have him a David cause he went To Lamberts wife when he was in his Tent. A second Moses styled him for why His shining Nose made the Synecdoche And Most were so besotted that they found No grief at all For hard Opression ground Their Faces with such cruelty that there Did no impressions of dislike appear But Providence at last to purge our Ayr From this most noysome Vapour did prepare A wind to drive him hence and sent him gone To his deserved place and straight his Son Richard assumes the Load and all adore The Ass but for the Burthen which he bore Some thought he would again our King recall But yet the Goose sav'd not our Capitoll Lambert Degrades him presently and then The Rump let loose ran to their stools agen VIII BUt they must turn out too and not repine But to the Walling fordians resign Their late acquired power the Rump again Is thrust besides the Cushion may not Raign And now great Monk advances over Tweed The Priviledge of Parliaments to plead But his VVhite-powder gave no crack for he Wrought not so much by Power as Policie All are restor'd again nay more then that For each Secluded Member takes his seat Among the rest I hope we may not fear To style the King Monks Privy Counceller The Royal Party make it their Resolve With all the speed that may be to dissolve The now Divided House with an intent To make room for another Parliament Which might the Great Work do and so agree To pass a Fine without Recoverie Fly then ye restless Furies fly begon No more the Mazes of Confusion In Brittains Soyle trace out hence off make room For gentle Fayries their glad feet may come And Dance the Rings of Everlasting Peace Abâ—ut our Blessed Isle so that the Seas Of Violence and Rapine may no more Cast their unheard of Monsters on our Shore IX THe Senate is Assembled which receives The Styl e'oth Peoples Repesentatives Now in a down-right sense they are the Glass Wherein his Subjects may see their Kings Face And eas'ly apprehend there doth abide A Silver'd plenty on the other side Their Rumpships Breeches now no more shall be The Impress of our Lawfull Coyn But we For his Reward who did bring home our King Shall have Great George on Horseback ride the Ring As when the Earth bewailes in Mourning Weeds The absence of the long set Sun and dreads A Non-repeated Course the Gray-ey'd Morn Giving a signal of his blest Return She then puts off her Cypress vayl that He Might wipe her dewy Tears away so we For Charle his Wains Declension had vowd Our Souls all Proselites to grief and bowd Our necks unto her Altars Till from far Unto our Watry eyes there did appear Monck in a Scottish Mist who straight did pour On English Rebels heads a drowning shower Which having done the Coast began to clear And straight upon our English Hemisphere We did expect that Star should rise and be Exlated to its Regal Dignitie And whilest our King makes ready to Return With Zeal inflamed Joys our Hearts do burn X. THe Brittish Seas Fly to a Forrein shore With an unwonted speed to waft Him o're And make their Inroads on the Continent That still detain's their Lord and when they 've spent Their strength in vain they backward bend their course They may assayl it with a greater Force And having wun the Field and got their Prize Ev'n Rarifi'd with joy they Skale the Skyes To fetch the Clouds from thence whose waters may Send their Assistance to the happy Bay Both Heaven and Earth for nought else yet we see Fight for or yield to CHARLES his Potencie Neptune his Trident brings and will not own A Scepter suiting to a Triple Crown Iris that stour Virago thinks it fit To paint her Bow with Purple Green White To shew whose cause she owns Heaven would have made Her stragling Meteors Torch-bearers i' th' shade Of wandring Night the Royal ship might stear Aright amidst the Waves but that there were So many Bonefires on the shore that forc't A day when Tytans Chariot was unhorst Now now he sails in view but yet no land Appears unto his sight the people stand So thick like King-Fishers upon the Coast Th' Inhabitants he found the Isle he lost Some wish themselves Arions Dolphin they Might shoot into the Waves and bear away Their wished King to Land and some would be Int ' Eagles Metamorphos'd that from Sea They might bring Charles the Great as it is told That feather'd Prince did bear the child of old All would be Christophers that they might bring Unto the happy shore their welcome KING How did the people croud to see him set His foot on English ground He scarce could get Room to Ascend and thus their very Love And Loyaltie did Petit Treason prove XI The Guns report his Landing posting Fame Rode all the staged Cannons as she came Quite out of breath and fainting short had flown But Fleeter Eccho lent her Wings to Town The Bells rack'd on their turning wheels Confesse The happy news to all the Parishes Whilst to their tuning Cords the Steeples dance For joy at this their great Deliverance The Citizens began to curse the Day Gave Birth unto our Civil Wars that they that fell Could not rebuild great Pauls his Spire As an Ill-boading Omen to foretell The Ruine of the Church so that they might Have now ascended his prodigious Height To view Charls in his Progresse guarded by The Quintessence of England Cavalry Whilst Loyal-hearted Subjects made a Lane Fenc'd with a double Quick-set Hedge and strain Their Throats like merry Birds therein so sing The blessed Restauration of their King That now at Black-Heath makes a stand to greet Them Graciously that at his Royal Feet Cast themselves down for Pardon and arise In his Defence against his Enemies Thence They conduct him to his Throne and He Assumes his double-staft Supremâ—cy XII REturn'd O happy News Is Charles his Wain On our Horizon wheel'd up once again And drawn with Doves which tacitely express This Emblem'd Motto Conquerer by Peace Go scotch the Orb ye God's this Chariot may Run the Olympick Chace no more but stay Till pale-fac't Death sets up the White which done May Ariadne's Star be-studded Crown Enshrine his noble Brows may he appear In Cassiopeias High Imperial Chair A Star of the first Magnitude and be As in his proper Seat and Dignity Go scotch the Orb till then we may no more His Peregrined Aspects here deplore Then let our Joyes O Loyal Subjects Dance The Flourishes of our Deliverance Upon our Ravish'd Heart-strings and our Tongues Sing Consort to them with Bliss-brimmed Songs Since Providence our Monarch doth Recall From Miseries Black-Heath to Joyes White-Hall Vivo le Roy. FINIS