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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31610	Englands iubile, or, A poem of the happy return of His Sacred Majesty Charles the II	Chamberlayne, William, 1619-1689.	1660 (1660)	Wing C1863; ESTC R35973	4,696	9

from hence excluded stand The pittied wonder of each Forraign Land Learnd'st by commanding Passions how to sway A Nation more rebellious far than they So that the Schoole which thou wert tutor'd in Though thy disease our Antidote hath been We suffering not our Crimes desert because From hence you learn'd to pitty and the Laws Just harnesse with such Candor mitigate As once you bore the rigour of your Fate What earthquakes breeds it in our breasts when we But think o're thy progressive miserie How thou our restlesse Dove seeing no mark Of land wert hurried from our floating Arke And whilest those Villaines that exposed thee lay Forc't every winde of Faction to obey Wert long with billows of Affliction beat Ere thou didst with thy Olive branch retreat How by poore Friends and powerfull Enemies By Flattering strangers and by false Alies Were thy Afflictions varied for all these Shared in the complicating thy disease Like dolefull Mourners that surround the bed Of a departing Friend those few that fled Hence on the wings of Loyalty to be Partakers of what e're attended thee Whilest they did mourn but could not lend relief Did by their sorrow but increase thy grief Such was the power of thy prevailing foes No place afforded safety some of those Whom poverty sent to attend thy Train To cure that mallady did entertain Infectious Councels which did festering lye Till Rebels Gold outweighed their Loyalty And from the black pernicious Embrio bred Monsters whose hands strove to destroy their Head Nor whilst these secret sorrows sunk a mine Which if not hinderd by a power Divine Had blown up all thy patience wert thou free From publick injuries that amities Which former leagues or the more sacred ties Of blood could claim vail'd in the base disguise Of pollicy starts back and doth give way For treason to expell or else betray Great birth and vertues which did that excell As the meridian doth each paralell Are but weak props a Rebels threats convince And all avoid a persecuted Prince When after these big storms of ill abroad Some loyall Subjects had prepar'd the road Unto thy throne and thou didst once more hear Arm'd for redemption of thy Crown appear Whilest all our hearts whose distant hands could not Come to assist thy righteous cause waxt hot With loyall hopes how were we plannet strook When fortune with pretended friends forsook Thy side at fatall Worcester and to raise A Rebels Trophies rob'd thee of thy bayes How dismal sad how gloomy was each thought Of thy obedient Subjects whilest they sought Their flying Soveraign curtain'd from their eys In the dark dresse of an unsafe disguise All wisht to know what all desire should be A secret kept such strange varietie Of contradictions did our passions twist We would behold the Sun yet prais'd the mist But whilest desire thus shot at rovers that More powerfull Sacrifice our prayers being at Heavens penetrated eare directed found Our hopes by thy diserting us nere Crown For though to want thee was our great'st distresse Yet now thy Absence was our happinesse Then though we neer enough can celebrate The praise of this yet thy misterious fate Great favourite of Heaven so often hath Advanc'd our wonder that the long trod path Directs us now without more guides to see Those miracles wrought in preserving thee Were Gods imediate Acts to whose intents Were often fitted weakest instruments From whose successe faith this impression bore He that preserv'd thee would at length restore Which now through such a laborinth is done We see the end ere know how 't was begun That big bulkt cloude of poysonous vapors in Whose dismall shades our Liberty had been Long in amaze of errours lost was by A wholesome Northern gale inforc'd to flye Easie as morning mists so that the fate Seem'd not more strange which did at first create Then what did now destroy in it did appear As far from hope as was the first from fear When a Rebellious tyranny had been So strengthen'd by a prosperous groweth in sin That the contagious leprosie had left None sound but what were honest by their theft Then to behold that Hydra which had bred So many in an instant her last head Submit to justice is a blessing we Must praise i th' raptures of an exctasie Till from the pleasing trance being welcom'd by Loud acclamations raised from Loyalty We come we come with all the reverence due To heavens bests gifts great Prince to welcome you You who by suffering in a righteous Cause Safely restored that Liberty those Laws Which after long Convulsive Fits were now Expiring so that future times told how This great work was perform'd shall wonder most To see the Feaver Cur'd yet no blood lost But these are Mercies fit to Usher in Him to a Thron whose vertuous life hath been Beyond detraction good therefore attend Those joyes which Heaven to us by you did send Whose sacred essence waighted on by all The most transcendent blessings that can fall Within the Sphear of humane vertue still Surround your Throne may all imagin'd ill Die in the Embrio may no dark disguise Of seeming Friends or Foes that temporise E're prejudice your peace may your Foes prove All blushing Converts may all those that love You do 't for zeal not gain and though that we What was of late your mark our povertie Are still inforc'd to wear oh may there thence Ne're spring a thought to take or give offence May all toward you be fraughted with desires That may in flaming zeal out blaze the fires That you were welcom'd in with May delight Within your Royall breast no opposite E're finde but so let gentle pleasure grow That it may kiss the banks but neer overflow When Hymen leads you to the Temple let It be to take that Jem which heaven hath set The worlds adorning ornament that we May by that blest Conjunctions influence fee Such hopefull fruit spring from our Royall stem As may deserve the whole worlds Diadem May Peace adorn your Thron yet if the Sword Must needs be drawn may it no sound afford But Victory untill extended Power Adds waight unto your Scepter May no houre Ere set a seal to the Records of time But what still makes your pleasure more sublime Till they being grown to pure for earth shall be Call'd to the Triumphs of Eternitie By Will Chamberlaine London Printed for Robert Clavell at the Stags-head in St. Pauls Church yard 1660.